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{Special} College!AU Hendery

major: general biology

minor: infectious diseases

clubs: part of chinese culture club with sicheng + tutors sometimes but he gets off-track easily, wont admit it out loud but attends the magic the gathering gettogethers often as well, extraterrestrial enthusiasts club

sports: he originally joined xiaojun for one of his ballet classes as a joke, but ended up really liking it and now he shows up regularly and the professor thinks hendery’s upbeat, chattery attitude is so “charming” and xiaojun just,,,,,,rolls his eyes like ma’am you don’t even know,,,,,,,,

hendery is a force to be reckoned with - not necessarily in a bad way, but if you aren't a high-strung energetic type then

it can be hard to keep up

but the truth is, hendery is just like that because he’s a natural born people-pleaser

making others happy by making himself the goofiest he can be actually brings him a lot of joy

and he finds no shame in carrying the ‘class clown’ title from high school into his college years

he takes everything with ease, kun and xiaojun frequently ask if he’s being an idiot on purpose, and hendery just thinks its hilarious

yangyang and yukhei usually just egg on his jokes and stunts

yukhei likes to partake in them too

but yangyang is a little too smart

and wont take on any bet thrown at him the way these two will

and believe me, hendery’s got a record for it

in his freshman year, he applied to a bunch of frats - only to see if he could past initiations

getting pied in the face, lugging mattresses across the quad, standing up in the middle of class to profess his love to the professor

all of those tests were easy-peasy ,,,,,, and even though he’d passed them all ,,,,,,, in the end he didn't even join any of the frats

just thanked them for the “fun times” while the other recruits eyed him like he was insane

basically, he will do anything asked of him - especially if itll make for what he refers to as “good comedy”

if it really is “good comedy” you have to ask the spectators - and the people who end up being pulled into it - which more than often are either his friends or his classmates

so why general bio? and even weirder - why infectious diseases?

well as silly as hendery is, the silliness doesn't translate well into art or literature

like he tried his hand at poetry and pottery and other humanities

and lets just say ,,,,,,,,,,, it didn't work out

(he’s banned from the literature department)

science on the other hand,,,,,,,,

leaves much more space for silliness than hendery could have ever imagined

although its a lot of math and rigorous testing - hendery enjoys the adventurous part of science

he likes opening textbooks with colorful, kind of icky, diagrams

have you ever seen the inside of a cell? hendery thinks it looks like a clown maze at the amusement park - he loves it!!!

biology is one of the most hands-on sciences

and when people in his intro course were gagging at the idea of disecting a frog

hendery was just like “leave it to me - even though i was only half listening to the professors instructions!”

and diseases are even more interesting to him

because their genetic makeup is so funny, and their scientific names are even funnier!!!!!!!

“hey xiaojun, you know what i learned about today? leptospirosis. LEPTOSPIROSIS - doesn't it sound kinda like leprechaun!?!?!? i almost died laughing in lab!!!!!”

xiaojun: how is that even funny

kun: just let the child amuse himself

sometimes people mistake his enthusiasm about his major as meaning he isn't actually interested in it as a career

just taking part in it like some inside joke

but that's far from the truth

hendery is actually a pretty proficient scientist when the topic intrigues him

and although hes loud and a little disruptive in actual lab

there are rare occurrences when you can find him quietly working on his results and papers

there’s nothing funny about making a mistake in science, hendery knows and understands that

and even though he doesn't tell many people it - he does have some interest in taking steps toward entering the medical field

but hes kept it a secret - because no one would take him seriously anyway so there isn't any point in talking about it

when hes not in class, making the professor groan and the students snicker behind their laptops

he’s usually at someone elses dorm rather than his own

he’s almost always given an invite to a party, people are always calling him over to join them for late night drinking or karaoke

because if hendery is there - it is guaranteed to be a good time

on multiple occasions, ten and kun have had to come to his aid

there was one time where hendery kind of totally overdid it and ten even had to facetime hendery’s mom

she had given him an earful over the phone, thanking ten when she was finally done

and just as hendery thought he could scurry off, ten had told him he had his own lecture in store

hendery’s busy social life isnt a problem for xiaojun though, who he shares his dorm with

hendery’s gone most of the time so xiaojun dumps all his stuff in the closet and is happy to use the extra space for ballet practice

,,,,,,,,,,until hendery stumbles in at 4pm on a sunday and is like “hey!” before passing out directly on the floor

look me in the eyes and try and tell me hendery doesn't have corny meme stickers on his laptop. you cant.

although hes wild, and a hand full, his friends do really care about him

and when they’re all together

kun and ten admit that hendery is extremely good at cheering them up

xiaojun and yangyang do have to agree that life would be boring without him

and sicheng and yukhei, who never interfere with his lifestyle choices, reveal that hendery is a good friend

when anyone needs something

hendery will jump through hoops to get it

and he’s usually up for taking the blame if something goes wrong

that’s exactly how you end up meeting hendery

back in highschool you two hadn’t ever interacted, mostly due to the fact that you had transferred in during senior year

and you were a bit on the reserved side

with an interest in quiet library's and flying under the radar till graduation

while hendery was much more of a social butterfly

with people begging for him to follow back on instagram or make it to their weekend parties

you had both existed in virtually different worlds - until you found yourself in a really, really, really bad situation

it had been the literal last day of highschool

you were one hundred and one percent sure you had absolutely everything out of your locker, most importantly - your college acceptance letter

which was one of your proudest achievements, but also the only document with your student id notification which you’d need for registrations and the acceptance orientation

giddy as you walked out toward the bus, you rummaged around in your bag one last time

just so you could pull it out and read it all over again when -

you must have looked absolutely insane on the curbside, dumping everything out of your bag and digging around like a rabid animal

but it was gone - your folder with your letter, and not to mention your graduation certificate, GONE

you scoop everything back up and run back toward the school - you’re happy that you see a figure coming out of the front door

because that means you can still get inside

the boy brushes past you and the door shuts behind him - you pull at the bar and then he turns around, taking his headphones off

“oh, the schools closed. the janitor let me out but-”

your eyes are so wide and full of terror when you turn that hendery can’t even finish his sentence

you look like you’ve seen a ghost and he asks you whats wrong

“m-m-my- a-a-accept-acc- my-m-”

hendery doesn’t understand any of your muttering - so he does what he always does when his friends go into a stupor

he grabs you by the shoulders and gives you a good shake

you’re about to yell at him, but it actually lets you collect yourself for a moment

you turn and start feverishly banging on the door

“what are you doing?!”

“you said something about a janitor - if he hears us he’ll let me back inside and i can get my letter!”

hendery sort of stares at you, for the first time he’s in the position where he looks at someone and thinks - seriously? are you insane, all this over some letter?

when usually he’s on the receiving end of such judgement

but either way, he tells you to stop - the janitor isn’t going to hear some loud bangs and come running

you guys are going to have to do something bigger to his attention

before you know it, hendery’s dropped his bag and circles around the school

you follow him, not sure of what else to do - but when he’d said you had to do something bigger, it sounded like he had a plan

and hendery does have a plan - he stops outside the large glass window right under the gym

“ok, you - go back to the front entrance. when the janitor steps out, run in through the door and get your letter.”

“how are you going to get him to step out?!”

hendery looks around, pushing aside some of the shrubs and picking up a rock

you look at it, then him, and then the window

“you're not going to-”

he feigns offense, “destroy school property? of course not! now go - run to the front.”

you only half believe him, but you need that letter more than anything, so you circle back to where you started

it all happens in a blurry flash - you hear something shatter, you hear the door push open a minute or two later, you dash passed and down the empty halls

you’re so focused on getting your letter and getting the hell out of there that you don’t notice the voices outside or the big crack in the window as you’re running back

with your letter in hand, you sort of disappear before you can get caught up in whatever hendery’s plan was

and hope that he at least got away too

the next time you see him is at freshman orientation

you’re surprised that this school was his choice and under any other circumstance you’d brush it away

but you’re itching to know

so when you approach him and ask, how did he help you out on that faithful day (does he even remember it?)

hendery grins, wide and bright

“of course ii remember it! the janitor caught me and ii had to do community service or pay a fine. spent half my time cleaning up garbage in a park because of you!”

the words aren't malicious - actually he doesnt even look mad when you apologize for such a big inconvenience

instead he just tells you it was worth it - it took him sometime, but he figured that the letter you’d been going on about like crazy had to be something ultra important

you hadn’t even known this dude - and yet, he was talking to you like he had just done a favor for an old friend

since then, you’d grown closer to him

and now you both where in your junior years - you’d become a part of his friend group and he had become someone so much more than just a stranger

looking back at it - you’d never thought you and him would get along on such a deep level

but you did, and you suspected it had most to do with the fact that no matter how goofy or dumb his antics were

hendery had never and would never intend to hurt anyone

in fact, he’d put himself in harms way first

and his loyalty was something lost on most people your age - you admired it

sometimes, you were even jealous of the pure-natured almost naïve way he went about life

so now you’re sitting in his dorm, xiaojun is at his desk watching ballet recitles and you’re shifting through hendery’s messy pile of books and papers

“isn’t your lab due tomorrow - how did you manage to lose it?”

he rummages through his backpack and whines

“i didn't loooose it- i bet kun stole it!”

“kun isn’t taking a bio class, you just probably tossed it out like always.”

“hey!”

you turn to see hendery’s signature pout, deep dark eyes big and hurt

“you’re making me sound so dumb!”

“hendery,,,,,,,sometimes - you are.”

he sticks his tongue out and you continue to look through the pile, your hands stop when they reach the thin, silver book that is your highschool yearbook

your copy is at home, you wonder for a second why hendery’s is here

“did you find it?!”

hendery bounds over and you cover it up quickly - giving him a playful shove away

“no, now keep looking - or else you’re going to have to re-do all fifteen pages tonight!”

he whines, but returns to his corner of the room. your fingers tap the stack of paper and you feel a weird wave of nostalgia hit you

it’s broken up as the door swings open to the dorm and sicheng walks calmly through it

he passes you a handful of crumpled papers

“found hendery’s lab report in our trashcan.”

you turn to glare at hendery who puts his hands up and grins

“oops?”

after you leave hendery to retype his lab, you find yourself thinking about that yearbook again

you’ve been hendery’s friend for almost three years now - but in highschool you guys hadn’t even spoken

you’ve never thought about it before, but it’s almost shameful that you lost all those years

because hendery is a good friend, a lifelong friend

you and him could have had so many more memories together if instead of meeting on the last day in an almost comical twist of events

he could have been in your literature class, or you could have been his tutor and then you two could have just bonded like you did in college and become friends, even maybe-

lovers

you stop walking as the word flashes through your mind

“no, that’s just,,,,,,,silly.”

you toss the momentary curiosity to the side - if anything, ever since you started college you’d only had one crush on somebody

a crush so secret, you hadn’t even dared to write it down in your journal - let alone tell anyone

and you planned on keeping it that way

afterall, you had a degree to get and you were so - so close.

a couple of weeks later you find yourself handing in the last paper before a small spring break, you plan on going home when you get a call

hendery’s voice full of excitement

“whens your train home?”

he asks, not bothering with a greeting - he’s probably the only person you know who likes to jump right into any conversation

“tomorrow, around three.”

“cool - so that means you can party tonight!”

you roll your eyes - that's another thing you’ve gotten into since being hendery’s friends, parties

although they still aren’t your favorite pastime - you have to admit, they can be entertaining

and you and ten have sort of agreed that as the responsible ones, being at the party would at least mean hendery (and on most occasions yukhei) would have a safe way to get home

“maybe, depends on the party.”

hendery’s laugh is a sound so familiar - and so nice you sometimes think you can hear it forever and not grow sick and tired of it at all

“actually this time it’s at johnny’s place in the city! he finally got out of the dorms since he’s in graduate school now - but ten convinced him somehow.”

you know johnny suh, who doesn’t, a graduate student in film studies and super close friend of ten’s

back when you and hendery were still freshmen, johnny was the one known on campus for being a little too wild

but now, hendery seems to have stolen the title

“well if it’s at his place I guess it’ll be pretty small, im just happy we aren’t going back to that frat.”

hendery makes a disgusted sound

“nah! that place was boring and remember how i almost punched that guy out for-”

“yes, i remember. what time should i be heading over?”

“ill pick you up at ten!”

you hang up and smile, something in your chest warms a little - a feeling you haven’t felt before

sometimes he can be so crazy, and then sometimes he really is a gentleman

the thought doesnt occur to you as being unique in anyway, and you try hard not to fester on that weird feeling in your chest

hendery is late - because of course he is - but you’re used to it and give him just a little bit of a scold as you two walk toward the metero

other than that the conversation is the same, plans, friends, potential people you’ll run into at the party, etc.

you and hendery stand close to each other on the subway, his hand comes up to hold your shoulder when the cart jerks or someone is pushing past you to get in

you poke the hole in his tshirt hem and mutter that he should at least ask xiaojun to sew it up

when you both get to the party, johnny is already half a wine bottle in by the flush on his face and the way ten is chasing after him

sicheng and kun are there, mingling among themselves and waving you guys over

hendery says he’s going to join them and you’re about to step toward them to

when you feel someone tap your shoulder

you turn, and something in your body feels like it snaps

yukhei smiles at you and starts asking where hendery is - but you are looking over his shoulder at the person behind him

lee taeyong

the computer science major who had also studied alongside johnny at your college when you were a freshman

you had seen him when you had just started your first couple of weeks and that entire year had been like you were enchanted

he was an otherwise reserved, soft-spoken person

but his reputation was the unattainable heartbreaker - who would turn down confessions politely but with little to no regard

he was beautiful when you last saw him, and he was beautiful now - all this time later

whats he doing here?

you’d been to johnny’s place before and had never seen him around, other graduate students sure but not taeyong

“ah! by the way - this is taeyong. he graduated but i met him because he’s here to-”

you bow a little and rush through the crowd toward the solitary confinement of the bathroom

to your luck, two voice shout from inside that its occupied so you escape to the stairs of the building - going up a couple of floors until the sound of the party is nothing but a drawl

you don’t know why, but seeing him hurts

it’s because he was the first person you ever really loved

you don’t get it too - your communications with him had been limited to a two time greeting in the computer lab late during finals week

you had seen him around, you’d once even followed him embarrassingly through the library

you knew nothing about him but his major and his beauty

so what made your heart fall so hard never really made sense

the way you’d felt was so confusing and therefore it made you so ashamed

you had thought about telling your friends to understand - why, but never did

and so you curl up a little and think that tonight its only a good idea for you to go

“ah! there you are - hey, are you crying?”

hendery’s voice breaks you out from your thoughts and you unravel a little to huff at him

“im not crying, im just -”

he sits down and puts a hand on your knee

“did some asshole try something, if you need me to get them let me know - you know how good ii am at rock throwing!”

the little inside joke makes you crack a smile and you shake your head

“its not that, i was just feeling a little cramped in there.”

he pulls to cans of beer from his jean pockets and sets them down

“that’s fine, we can party up here! just the two of us!”

you’d resist - but something about his cheer wins you over

you spend what feels like hours up there, hendery running back and forth between the flights to bring back more beer and snacks

you dont know how many cans are littered around you until your head falls against his shoulder

and if you were sober, you’d feel him tense up

“hey hendery - wanna hear a secret?”

you giggle and hendery turns a little, your eyes are glittering and your speech is just a little bit crocked

“sure, but ii think this should be your last can!”

he slips the beer from your hand - and you make a badly attempted reach for it that just lands your palm against his thigh

again, his body goes into alert, but you just keep going

“i have a crush on someone.”

you hiccup and hendery swallows - his heartbeat is a loud thudding in his ears

“o-oh yeah? on who?”

“wwwwwwwellllllll,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

you sit up and hendery looks at you again - you brace his shoulders

“taeyong.”

you hiccup and grin

“lee taeyong.”

with that you let go of hendery’s shoulders which have dropped anyway

you tilt your head back and hendery lurches forward to grab you when you start tipping over

your eyes close and you feel your head hit something soft - probably the front of hendery’s shirt

you whisper the next sentence, but hendery never hears it

“used to - i used to have a crush on him but now i think i,,,,,”

the words don't come out but it doesnt matter, hendery touches your cheek with his palm and sighs

you’re out cold for now

and he says something you never hear too

“damn, and here i was. stupid enough to think you were going to say my name instead.”

the incident doesnt come back to you - not even when you’ve had an advil and are drinking coffee in the morning as you pack for home

your group chat is talking about yukhei doing something weird and your other texts are normal

so you just assume ,,,,,,,, nothing happened

and that's what it feels like

until you’re back to classes after spring break and

“soooooooooooo, a little birdie told me a secret over the break!”

you turn your head and look up to see yukhei

he plops himself down in the chair across from you and nearly sends the whole table shaking

you grab your laptop and coffee before it knocks over

“you and your giant knees need to be more careful.”

he waves it off and leans forward

“so, lee taeyong.”

your fingers, which had been diligently typing up your homework stop short

yukhei claps his hands and points a finger gun at you

“so you do like him! well, good news for you i got his number at the party and you guys are both all about work and school and-”

you shut your laptop and the noise makes yukhei’s voice shake for a second

“who told you about taeyong.”

yukhei scratches his head and leans back

“well i probably shouldn’t tell you but hendery. he heard taeyong and i got introduced by johnny so he thought i could help you-”

hendery?

something twists

hendery, did i tell hendery? when?

you stare into your lap and gasp

the party, i got drunk and i told him at the party and he -

“w-who else knows?”

yukhei waves his hand, trying to calm you down

“just the usual, but we all support it - im pretty sure taeyong is single and -”

he told, everyone?

a multitude of thoughts runs through your mind, but the biggest question is why

even if you were a little out of it, you know you wouldn't have just told hendery to go about spreading your secret

you’re sure, even if its fuzzy, that if you confided in him - you would have made it somehow clear that no one else should know

and hendery was close enough to you, that if there was a chance you hadnt done that, he’d instinctively know

which only leaves one real explanation - hendery isnt your friend, he spilled your secret to humiliate you

all these years - all this time - was he just waiting for it? for the right moment to make you some kind of laughingstock?

you stand up and gather your things, you ignore yukhei’s confusion and when he tries to stop you - you just push past him

it must be for payback, he must have been actually so pissed about that stupid stunt he pulled for me in highschool. after all, he probably got a stain on his record because of it and so he plotted to make me look like a fool one day right - right!

your logical brain starts moving, making up more and more scenarios

he probably thought - oh why do I have to take the blame for some stupid stranger! but didn't know what else to do so he befriended me and made him trust me

your brain runs like a crazed engine, but something in your chest fights against it

suddenly you think about it again

trust, hendery is the one person i fully trust. there isn't any reason for him to hurt me

a glimmer of that hopefulness washes right away when you get a text from an unknown number

you stare at it and re-read it

the anger that had powered you before surges up through you again

‘hi, this is lee taeyong. your friend told me how you feel and while im grateful for the compliment - ii don't want to let you pine for no reason. im currently not looking for a relationship, but lets be friends if the chance arises.’

what kind of stupid text is that - i don't want to date you! im not some lovestruck idiot! why are you treating me like one? why did hendery make me out to be one? hendery - hendery - im never going to fucking forgive you

and you don't - you block the number, you delete the contact, you know his schedule and you make it a point to avoid him at all costs

even his friends, who you thought were your friends once, aren't immune from the cold shoulder

and so when kun ends up sitting beside you on the bus - you’re so damn headstrong about it all that you get off at the next stop

part of you knows this is childish, and you’re supposed to be the big adult - the responsible one

like you’ve always been

but

but hendery isn't even making an effort to reach out

actually, you think you’d probably haven given in by know if he’d called you or tried to reach you

he knows your schedule too so you thought hed track you down and at least ask whats going on

but he hasnt

which all you take is the fact that your point has been proven

this insane theory about how he’d befriended you for almost three years was just to find someway to get back at you in the end

and he’d done it! and he was satisfied!

and it hurt

that's what it was

painful

after a while it was less and less about your stupid little crush on a senior, and more and more about the fact that you had lost you friend

a person who you thought would have your back forever

a person who the universe didn't intend for you to even be near, to ever be close to

the opposite end of the spectrum and yet he had defied that all

and had left an impact on you that you thought would be with you forever

the blind kindness, the forgiving heart, the prone to accidents and silliness and just horrible decision making in general all for the sake of someone elses happiness

all of that had made you cherish him

at this point - you found yourself sitting up in bed - staring at the screen of your phone that used to ping nonstop with his texts

and realize you missed your friend

and worse of all

you missed your friend who you were starting to fall in love with

lee taeyong had been this ideal for you, beautiful and studios, the perfect match

you had daydreamed about bringing him home to your family, how he’d probably be so sweet and gentle

but he was this stand-in, he was a dream that you thought you had

when in reality

your dream didn't consist of the graceful, hardworking, flawless man

it was

as you closed your eyes and really thought about it

it was always hendery

clumsy, laidback, overflowing with flaws man that at the center of it all was crafted with a heart of gold

but was he? would someone like that really sell you out?

your answer comes just as the end of your junior is approaching, you’re so mentally exhausted from school and your own feelings

that you don't have the time to focus on anything anymore but getting to your dorm and getting to bed

you accidentally drop one of the textbooks in your hand and when you reach down to get it - another hand extends for it too

you look up and

oh god no, not right now!

“ah -- hello.”

taeyong gives you polite smile and you barely have enough energy to reply with your own small nod

“how are you?”

please don't do this to me, i don't want to make conversation with you

“fine, and you?”

“good, work hard on your finals!”

you say you will and are happy that he ended it so quickly when,

“also, i am still sorry i couldn't accept your feelings.”

the heavy blanket of tiredness suddenly feels like its aflame on your back

really, did you really have to say that?

some kind of newfound energy spikes up in you and you turn to him

“I know you're my senior, but ii need to say something to you.”

he titls his head

“i don't like you, i had a brief crush on you in freshman year but ii got over it. and no im not saying that to save face, ive already felt enough embarrassment about all this. ontop of that I don't have time to crush on you - im in love with hendery and yeah, i can say that now because it doesnt even matter.”

“YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HENDERY?!?!?!?”

“YUKHEI?”

you pivot around so fast, this time all your books go flying

you hadn’t even noticed him in the haze of weakness and yet - there he is, right behind taeyong

like an unbound puppy he rushes up to you and grabs your hands

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE INTO TAEYONG!”

your instinct is first to tell him to not be so damn loud

but you’ve lost what pride you thought you had and yell right back at him

“NO IM NOT AND YES - I LOVE HENDERY - BUT HIS STUPID ASS HASNT EVEN TRIED TO TALK TO ME AND I HATE HIM, I LOVE HIM BUT I REALLY HATE HIM RIGHT NOW TOO!”

yukhei jumps up and down

you’re not sure he registered the last part of your sentence because something gleams in his eyes that you aren't sure you like

taeyong shakes his head, quietly picking your things up

“ah, these kids really,,,,,,,,”

you pace up and down your dorm room like mad scientist

why did I do that? why did ii yell that out to the whole campus to hear - what is wrong with me?!?

you check your phone, but there isn’t a call or a text

yukhei has probably blabbed about it to hendery right now - what is going on why is no one telling me what is going on

you pick your phone up and scroll through the blocked contacts, you unblock everyone

and you do get a flurry of text - but none of them are from hendery

ugh, im so stupid - not only did he trick me into being his friend but now he knows how ii feel about him and is probably laughing about it

you stop and put your hands on your face and groan

fuck you hendery, no one in the world could make me feel this crazy but you

some more time passes and you’re now sure that you’ve just embarrassed yourself further

you spotted kun on the way to your last final yesterday and had almost waved at him like everything was all peachy

when it wasnt

and now as you were packing your things up to leave the lecture hall you almost jump from your skin when someone shouts your name

you look down and beside a shocked professor is

hendery?!?!?

“DID YOU THINK YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD GET TO SCREAM ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS?”

oh my god - what is this kid about to do

you watch in shock as the professor taps hendery’s shoulder, but is ultimately ignored

“YOU MADE ME GET ALL DEPRESSED FOR NO REASON - I REALLY THOUGHT YOU WERENT EVER GOING TO SPEAK TO ME AGAIN AND THEN YOU JUST GO ABOUT YELLING THAT YOU LOVE ME? THATS NOT FAIR!”

you panic a little because the professor brings out his cellphone and hendery’s gotten in trouble for you before

you kinda think that's going to happen now too

but,,,,,,but you want to hear what he has to say too

“ITS NOT FAIR SO IM GONNA DO THE SAME THING - GET READY BECAUSE IM GONNA LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT I - WON KUNHANG - AM IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO!”

just as he finishes, you see the professor put down his phone

your head spins, but you let your feelings be pushed to the side as you maddash toward hendery

the professor probably dialed for on-campus security, and whats worse is this idiot just said his full name! well - let me at least help him out like he helped me!

you grab hendery as soon as you get near him

looking him in the eyes and every part of you is screaming a million and one things

to yell back at him, to get angry, to tell him to fuck off, to tell him you love him to his face, to ask if hes insane for real

but you just

kiss him

the professor jerks back and you can feel hendery’s knees almost give out

when you pull back you turn to the provfessor and smile

“we’re doing impromptu theater, was it any good?”

your bluff actually manages to work - the security gives you two a stern talking to and tells you to tell the theater club to knock it off with these “public disturbances”

you squeeze henderys hand behind your back when he tries to insist it wasn't a performance, it was his true confession

until you’re finally free of the guard and you let him go

“you could say that kiss was fake all you want, but i know it was real.”

is the first thing he has the AUDACITY to say to you

and although you want to blow up

you want to ask him about how this all happened in the first place

you cant bring yourself to be mad

you just look at him and then sigh

“how’d it end up being you,,,,,,”

he shrugs his shoulders and suddenly his voice gets a little quieter

“i ask myself the same thing,,,,,,”

you furrow your eyebrows and huff

“excuse me? are you saying im not likable-”

he puts his hands up and shakes his head

“no, im just saying you’re right - we definitely aren’t the people we thought we’d fall for. ii mean c’mon, when you said taeyong that night - i just knew you know.”

“knew what?”

“that he was the right choice for you. im just a stupid kid compared to him, there’s nothing about me for you to fall in love with.”

he’s not lying, you can tell by the way his tone is soft and there's a real self-hatered woven into it

your anger about whatever slips away because this is a side of hendery you knew existed but that you also knew he fought hard to not show

“hendery, you are stupid. you’re stupid because you legitimately think you’re inadequate of attention and love. do you know why you’re popular - its not because you’re so funny.”

he stands up straight and the serious look on his face is handsome, but it makes something sharp wedge in your heart

“its because you are one hundred percent selfless. and not for some kind of advantage, but because you really want to help.”

your shoulders drop a little

“i envy you, your hearts pure and your intentions are always good. living life that way is so beautiful, that's the first thing about you that i feel in love with.”

a silent pause follows after

the rawness of the situation dawns on the two of you in a way you didn't think would ever be possible

you've told a lot of things to hendery, you subconsciously spilled one of your biggest secrets to him

so it only makes sense that when it came down to this moment you’d really, honestly tell him everything

you feel as maybe you've made it a little awkward, lecturing him in a moment where you both have confessed when suddenly

you feel his hand take yours

that signature smile back on his face

“oh yeah? what else did you fall in love with?”

half of you wants to snap, the other half - the one that wins bursts out into laughter

the list is long, but in the moment you just answer

“the fact that you’re soooo good at throwing rocks!”

“hey, it is a charm!”

he leans in and his lips settle on yours, they’re warm and soft and you circle your hands around his neck

you had thought about what kissing him would feel like before - once just for fun, but recently for other reasons

you didn't expect him to be so reserved, letting his lips sort of softly part only when you push a little closer to him

its a good second kiss, though you don't think anything will ever beat your first lol

and nothing beats the story too - which makes it to the front of the student journal

(both you and hendery get a talking to from theater club who was NOT happy about you lying - but ultimately did like that you ended up together)

you are in perpetual embarrassment shock for a while

but hendery eats it up! - if anyone as much as mentions it he’‘s like

“let me tell you the beautiful tale of our lov-”

and you have to clamp your hand over his mouth like lol sorry don't mind him

even in the early stages of dating, you can tell that hendery is that kind of significant other

just like he is with friendships, he gives himself wholeheartedly to the other person

like yes, you just started dating and you know most people don't start off shouting that they love each other

but you guys are different and although you've somehow become a little shy of using the word

hendery is in it - you are his love, his lovely, his lovable, his capital L love of his goddamn life and if he doesnt get to say it a million times well then

he just isn't trying hard enough

and although his affection is overflowing, and his love language is obviously expression

it is not smothering at all because in reality, you feel exactly as much as he does

its just that you show it off differently, but those who are your friends know

because hendery used to be able to do anything and everything

hence his notoriousness for being down for any dare

but your love language? protection

“no hendery, you are not going to drink hot sauce out of the bottle because yukhei said you couldn't do it.”

“no hendery, you are not going to dress up like the shrek just because ten bought the costume on amazon”

“no hendery, you are not going to climb that fence - hendery get down!”

you aren't trying to limit his free spirit - youre just worried

when you were just friends he was always in some kind of trouble, either with people in authority or covered in bruises and scraps from the aftermath of his silliness

you explained it once to him in the simpliest terms you could think up

squishing his cheeks between your palms youd looked him in the eye and said

“you are my boyfriend, and if you break your arm doing something dumb - what does that mean 1) your arm is broken and 2) you cant hold my hand with that arm so that sucks for me and you - right?”

to be honest you could dangle holding hands or kisses as leverage and hendery will give up on the spot

because lets be honest, he cannot live a day without at least giving you some kind of physical affection

the boy is a bursting pile of cheesy love - and you really try not to use that against him

because it really is so wonderful and pure

but if he wants to do something dumb you will put your palm out when he leans in to kiss you and he will get all fretty like a big baby

kun at some point: don't you feel like youre a dog owner with a big, misbehaving puppy

you: no, not at all.

kun: really?

you: at least a misbehaving puppy listens sometimes

kun: ah, i see

hendery’s kind of dates include a lot of latenight fast food runs and showing up to your dorm with the excited news that he got a hold of someones netflix password so you guys can binge corny tv shows

you thought he’d be the type to want a new adventure everyday, but surprisingly enough, hes very VERY content with staying in and just snuggling

not to say you two don't have some very memorable and slightly embarrassing date stories

ahem, that one time hendery got you bubble tea and you were waiting outside and he said “look I can balance both our drinks on my head!”

of course he spilled them all over himself

and you two used up all the napkins in the store before escaping the cashiers glare into a nearby store to get hendery a new tshirt

hendery isn't super flashy by the way, his clothes are mostly comfortable basics, and he likes a bit of an oversized fit

so when you wear them they’re extra loved and cozy

hendery gets a bit fidgety the first time you do it - and you really cannot tell why

you wonder if he doesnt like you borrowing his clothes, but then you roll over a little to cuddle against him and he freezes

and you’re like

oh, that’s why

hendery - although loud and energetic in all other aspects of life - is a pretty bashful lover

his hands are always a little shaky and he waits for you to lead in with anything more than kisses

and you actually think its very, very adorable

because he gets this kinda dreamy look in his eyes and his voice gets softer

and when your lips are on his collarbones its like the only thing he can even do is whisper your name against your hair

its a side you enjoy keeping all to yourself, and hendery is so thankful because oh my god no one would let him live it down

xiaojun gets a little grumpy that you and hendery are always around more - but he likes you as a person

(to him, youre the only person who can really keep hendery’s ambitiousness incheck)

so he lets it slide

plus you finally got hendery to stop coming around to his ballet practice, because you refuse to let hendery do so until he finishes his labs

and you know hendery is smart, you tell from the way he can offhandedly answer questions about his major

and even though he has this idiotic habit of dumbing himself down for comedy

seeing him run up to you and show you the first perfect score on his lab, it really makes you swell with pride

and his interest in infectious diseases and all the weird diagrams of micro-organisms and whatnot doesnt phase you

actually his passion for it makes you excited to listen to him talk

and ten is like ew that thing looks like a bug

and youre like “listen to me, if hendery thinks the cell membrane is cute then you say its cute. ok. or. else.”

gosh when you guys get together - theres this energy that is so ,,,,, sweet - its almost a little dizzying

because its obvious that these feelings you two can so freely show to each other now have been piling up for a while

and now its free reign

sometimes hendery’s bangs get long and hell lean in to kiss you but his hair will tickle you first

and you always do this like giggle and hiccup when you get tickled

and hendery once blinks and goes

“you know your hiccups are number 105 on the list of things I love about you”

and you laugh because lol wow do you really have a list

and hes like pffft no

(he has a list, it is in his iphone notes)

hendery the type of boyfriend who spends like five weeks planning a celebration for your anniversery

but on the day off hes like F I cant do this and abandones all his plans

and just shows up in front of you with twelve different bundles of flowers and ten different stuffed animals

and is like

“I know you really like roses, but also you said you liked sunflowers when we went to that farm and i know your a cat person, but you also like wolves so I got you-”

he just really really really wants to make you happy

and sometimes you can tell that he thinks he doesnt

that he compares himself to people he thinks are better for you

and that's when you’re just like hendery, look at me - its you. its only going to be you.

because the universe might have felt like you two didn't fit, but its so obvious you do

you made up a rule that if hendery tries to talk down about himself he has to do ten pushups with you on his back

but you never actually make him do it ,,,,, you just spend like an hour telling him he’s so dumb - because you are so in love with him

as you guys go into senior year together, hendery becomes your biggest cheerleader and you become his

and seriously you two could get through anything togther

one afternoon, as you’re walking back from class and hendery slides his palm into yours

you see johnny and taeyong across the ways - they’re picking some people up or something and taeyong notices you two

he waves

and you both wave back

when you get to your dorm and you curl up in hendery’s arms, you feel him play with the ends of your hair

“I never asked you, why did you tell everyone about my crush on taeyong?”

“when you said you liked him, I thought you meant like in the moment - and so I thought I could get yukhei to set you two up.”

“but didn't you already have feelings for me?”

hendery smiles a little against your hair

“yeah, but nothing mattered more to me than making you happy.”

you clutch the front of his shirt a little - the sentence makes you want to cry

from happiness, but also because of course - you had jumped to conclusions thinking he’d done it to hurt you

but its hendery, of course he only did it to help

“wanna know something dumb?”

hendery moves back a little so he can look at you better

“hmm?”

“ive always wished we knew each other better back in highschool - maybe then we’d have more time and none of that would have happened. maybe we could have fallen in love all those years ago.”

he scrunches up his nose and you sit up

he follows suit and takes your hands in his

“yeah but - it was worth it. and hey, if we’d been buddies or whatever you might have never left your letter in that locker and ii would have never gotten to throw that rock through the window.”

you roll your eyes

“reall-”

“that was a stupid thing to do, and its the only stupid thing ive done that im so happy i did.”

you let yourself fall forward, right into his arms, they’re warm and they feel so perfect around you

“oh - and shouting out how much i love you in front of your whole class. that's another stupid thing im proud of.”

*this post was commissioned | other college!aus

#wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv au #hendery scenarios #hendery imagines #hendery au #wayv #hendery #college!au #sfw #member: hendery #the way this reads like a 12 part anime in one #wiring commission #wayv hendery #tw: drinking #/drinking

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annab-nana · 4 years

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50 Questions Tag

Sorry it took me forever to get to it but thank you so much for tagging me @joshy-obx!!!!

1. what’s the color of your hairbrush? I have a purple one and a black one

2. name a food you never eat? Crab and not because I don’t like it, but because I suck at it. I can’t crack them open haha

3. are you typically too hot or too cold? Too hot

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Making my bed

5. what’s you favorite candy bar? Classic snickers

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes, I’ve been to quite a few braves games and one uga game but that’s it I think

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “Oh no” because I dropped my phone charger

8. what is your favorite ice cream? Chocolate or cookie dough

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. do you like your wallet? I don’t ever really use my wallet. I have a lanyard that I carry with me that has my college id, my drivers license, my debit card, and a $20 in case I need cash. My wallet stays in my book bag unless I need it which is very rarely

11. what is the last thing you ate? Chicken nuggets

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? No, I rarely ever get myself new clothes tbh haha

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? In person would be a braves game but I watched a football game the other day on tv

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Childhood me would say kettle but I’ve been feeling classic butter lately

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? My sister

16. ever go camping? No but I really want to

17. do you take vitamins? No

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? I haven’t in a couple of years

19. do you have a tan? Not at the moment

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? I have been craving Chinese lately but pizza is my favorite

21. do you drink soda through a straw? Sometimes if it’s in a cup

22. what color socks do you usually wear? Mainly black and sometimes grey

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? Like 3-5 miles over but that’s normal where I’m from

24. what terrifies you? Not ever falling in love or not having a family

25. look to your left, what do you see? A wall haha

26. what chore do you hate most? Dishes

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? Rebel Wilson

28. what’s your favorite soda? Mountain Dew

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Drive thru

30. what’s your favorite number? 25

31. last person you talked to? My sister

32. favorite cut of beef? I have no idea was cute of beef there are haha

33. last song you listened to? Monster Mash because I was in a Halloween mood

34. last book you read? My biology textbook because I had to study for a test

35. favorite day of the week? Thursday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? Yes and fun fact: I sung it backwards for show and tell in kindergarten

37. how do you like your coffee? Unpopular opinion: I don’t like coffee

38. favorite pair of shoes? My white tennis shoes

39. time you normally get up? 9:15 or 10:30 depending on what class I have that day

40. what do you prefer sunrise or sunset? Sunset

41. how many blankets on your bed? 2

42. describe your kitchen plates? Paper, blue, white, from Target

43. describe your kitchen at the moment? Umm I live in a dorm so my kitchen is my mini fridge with a microwave sitting on top of it

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I’ve never drank alcohol

45. do you play cards? Yes, I grew up playing all kinds of games with my nana

46. what color is your car? White

47. can you change a tire? Not really

48. your favorite state? New York

49. favorite job you’ve had? Babysitting, specifically for a family that I regularly babysit for

50. tagging? @lonely-xplr @curlyhairedbrock @reinad-snc @rebelemilu

#tag #tagged #tag game

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yandere-society · 5 years

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I'm hoping that the request is still open. Can I please please request a reaction from yandere rap line where the OC finally explained why she can't accept their feelings was because she believed that she doesn't deserve to be loved then the rap line found out that the reason why the OC was thinking that way was because that's what her family and friends keep on saying about her so they can use the OC for financial gain. Thank you so much

Your Love is Not Enough

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: I wanted to try and write longer. The ending is alright I guess. I was inspired by class differences in Gatsby.

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, domestic abuse, manipulation, slight sexual tension, profanity, graphic language, alcoholism/alcohol abuse, slut-shaming, threats. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.’”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

It was typical, overhearing conversations on the city streets as you commuted. The annoying voices of kids and teens would push you to the edge. They never knew how lucky they were. It was days like these that you wished you could slap some sense into these kids. Their constant bothering and nagging of their parents for these material things. It was also inconsequential in the end.

While they complained about their clothing, you never were able to afford the trends. You never needed them, but you couldn’t help the feeling of being worth less than someone just because of what you wore. It was a repetitive pattern: you would watch as their eyes drifted up and down as if they were judging what you had on. It ticked you off as you clenched your fists. The annoying voice broke into your thoughts again.

“My phone broke! What do you mean you can’t get me a new one?”

It was as if fate was stopping you from flying that kid down the street. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, signaling a phone call. Taking out your outdated phone that you never needed to replace, you looked at the caller ID. Your eyes grew wide as you quickly accepted it and put it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, darling,” The smooth voice of your mother reached your ears, the velvety consistency of her voice that brought a warm feeling throughout your body. “Are you busy right now?”

“Uh, I am. Going to do class today.” You mumbled in an apologetic tone, walking across the street.

“I see.” A long and awkward silence was shared before she spoke again. “Your father is in the hospital. You know why. Just… If you have time, please give us a visit.”

“I understand… Bye.” You hung up, bringing your phone down as you hung your head down at the sidewalk.

Your notorious father… A huge hatred hung in your heart towards him and everyone knew it. He was the sole reason why your life had been so difficult. Drinking and wasting his days away, he dragged you and your mother down with him. In terrible debt, you struggled to support yourself at the most crucial point in your life, watching as your father spent the last of his paycheck on another case of beer. Instead of the notebooks you were supposed to store information in, the backpack which was supposed to hang on your back, or the folders to hold all your papers, you watched the last of the money selfishly spent on himself.

It was because of him that you refused and denied everything he was. His whole existence was an embarrassment to you. You studied grueling hours, always seen at the back of the library, your nose stuck in a book. The part-time job in which you worked for more than eight hours took pity on you, observing the way you saved your money to get that extra hour of tutoring. Your notebooks, filled to the brim with information as you desperately needed to ace the college entrance exam.

It finally paid off that fateful day as you got the letter of your acceptance, accepting to pay almost ¾ths of your tuition. You won. You forgot about your father, leaving his footprints and making your own path. The light was there at the end of the tunnel. Now you ran full speed ahead, hoping to forget everything of your past.

With a push of the door, you entered the campus library, walking to the special spot in the back. The rich architecture and wood that was delicately sculpted of the shelves brought about a calm and classy atmosphere. Your feet dragged on the soft carpeting, your eyes looking for the three blobs of hair in the corner. With a turn of the corner, three heads shot up as they saw your figure approach, two of them giving waves.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Hi y/n!”

“…”

You smiled at the three men as they all gave you a gaze, each in their different way. Hoseok sat at the far left, his smile wide and eyes glittering as he looked up at you. He held a large textbook in his hand, a frame of glasses cutely adorning his face as they were on the verge of slipping off his face. His bubbly and exciting personality made it so that he got tasks done and quickly. He took charge regardless of situations and circumstances. While everyone was awkward and didn’t know what to do, Hoseok would propose something that everyone would try to follow. He started and initiated something, which made the difference. The existence of Jung Hoseok embodied “down to Earth”. He could get along with anyone. It didn’t matter. You were bound to end up liking him.

Which is how the man who sat in the middle ended up a part of this peculiar friend group. Yoongi, his head laid on the table as his arms propped it up, was the quiet one. Preferring to show his personality through equations and math, he was the one who silently observed everyone. His more expressive personality came up as he set fires on the countertops of the lab tables in the laboratory, watching as everyone panicked. He would always laugh at their scared expressions, standing with a proud smirk on his face.

“The tabletops are fireproof, you idiots.”

His dry humor was a huge breath of fresh air. He was “actual” comedy. There was never a doubt in your mind that he was judging everyone as if he was secretly planning world domination. He never denied it when you jokingly asked.

Namjoon sat on the far right, a notebook on the table and pencil in hand as his eyes drifted up towards you. His calm demeanor always set him as the mediator of the group. His love for biology connected the sentimental literature major Hoseok and the explosive chemistry major Yoongi.

It wasn’t difficult to bond with them. As they were already connected with each other, you quickly fit in. You were all bonded together with the love of learning. Before you had interrupted them, Hoseok was reading a physics textbook aloud, Yoongi translated it and broke it down as Namjoon wrote the easy to understand ideas in the notebook. You took a seat next to their assembly line of learning, watching with curiosity as Hoseok excitedly read the textbook. His excitedness made it seem like he was reading out of a children’s book.

Yoongi muttered and translated the complicated ideas softly to Namjoon. His voice was so quiet that Namjoon had to stop and ask him to speak louder. This definitely occurred more than once.

“Huh? What did you say? Can you repeat that?”

“I SAID-!”

“SHH! You’re in a library, yoon~” Hoseok chirped.

Your soft laughter would break them away from their little quarrel, a blush adoring Yoongi and Namjoon’s cheeks as they quickly went back to work. Hoseok would look up and watch in admiration as you laughed, your hand covering your mouth. From an outsider’s perspective, it would look as if a group of friends was goofing off, but to the four of you, you all loved each other.

It had not been long when you had realized you had fallen for these three boys. As you struggled with these feelings, you went to them, somewhat embarrassed, but more scared. Love was something you rarely experienced in your life. As you tried to hold back the tears of scars you didn’t want to reopen, they all embraced you, happy that you had come to them first.

The three of them had formed a pack, discussing ways to seduce you while also preventing any foreign intervention. They didn’t need to deal with someone who was just as smitten as them. Their toleration for each other blossomed into young love, as Hoseok charmed both men. They learned how to love the little quirks and charms of each other, believing that they were irreplaceable.

When you came to them, confessing your feelings, they all cried together. Hoseok had embarrassingly taken your first kiss out of elation, awkwardly crushing his lips onto yours. Yoongi ripped him off, not being to take the clumsiness of his affection. Namjoon stood in the back, awkwardly fiddling his fingers in embarrassment as his glasses slid lower on his face. He would cringe whenever he remembered the way his face heated up as he brought his lips onto yours, before ripping himself away. The sensation and the intense beat of his heart screamed out to him, saying how this was all he wanted. Yet, he felt a rush of insecurity at the thought of you ever leaving him. Leaving them.

As Hoseok ended on the last section of the chapter, he gently closed the top of the book flat on the table, a smile never leaving his lips. There was a calm silence that graced your group, but your smile faltered. The three pair of eyes observed your every expression, watching as they saw worry flicker in your eyes. On cue, Namjoon spoke up, his arm extending as he pushed your hair behind your ear.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“My father… He’s in the hospital right now.” You left out a sigh of annoyance which didn’t go unnoticed. “I’ll probably visit him after classes.” The boys hummed while Hoseok playfully tried to harmonize with the rest of their voices.

“Do you want us to come with you?” Namjoon asked, clasping his hands over his lap as he crossed his legs underneath the table. “We wouldn’t mind.” The two other boys nodded, agreeing with Namjoon’s statement.

“Yeah, I would appreciate that. I’ll text you the location later. Have to go now!”

You lifted yourself up from your seat as you gave each boy a small wave, off to your awaiting marketing class. As you disappeared off into the distance, their gazes grew dark.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to pay him a visit again?”

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Hospitals. There was nothing great about being inside a hospital. It was sad, lonely, and filled with so many people with at least one thing in common. They were all hurt. Each patient had a story, one that you would be better off not knowing. The smell and the lighting all gave off an eerie vibe. There was nothing similar to home in a hospital. To you, it was no different from confinement. This was a place full of sad souls. And your father was no different.

The elevator ride was uncomfortable. It’s poorly dimmed lights tried its best to brighten up the small container, but there was no point. The old woman in a wheelchair was planted next to you as you subconsciously stepped away from her. You wanted to leave, but there was still a force that somewhat held onto you, telling you that it was the right thing to do. How you hated this soft part of yourself.

With a loud ding, the elevator stopped at your destination. The fourteenth floor, high above and peering over the city. Your sneakers squeezed on the smooth floor, walking over to the sign that was hung on the wall. You went left, towards room 13-4. You dragged your sweaty palm on the side of your pants, realizing just how nervous you were.

You didn’t pay your parents visits anymore. You don’t even know what compelled you to come here besides doing the right thing as their child. People would have told you that you shouldn’t go to see them. But even so, you couldn’t help but hold onto the naive belief that your father wasn’t always like that. Vague memories flooded in your mind as you stood in front of the door, unable to turn the handle. You reminisced about the memories of your early childhood and the small happiness that they gave you before everything came crashing down.

With great intensity, you pushed the door, stepping in and looking over at your mother who sat next to your father’s bed. Your mother looked up first, her lips curling up as she met your eyes.

“Hi,” you breathed out, suddenly out of breath. “How is he?”

“He’s just suffering from alcohol poisoning.” She replied, tapping his arm and shaking him awake. “Honey, y/n came to visit.”

The pet name made you internally cringe, the snap of bad memories of drunken fights that flashed instantly through your mind. Your eyes darted to your father, who lay in the hospital bed. His cheekbones were more apparent than before and his arms were skinnier, lacking the muscle that used to be there. A small smile graced the corner of your lips at the revelation that this man could no longer hit or pull you down anymore. As you stood by his bedside, you felt powerful, your eyes looking down and boring into his skull as he was forced to lay there.

A small knock broke you from your thoughts as you looked back, three men poking their heads in as they shuffled in. They all hung their heads low, ducking as if they were intruding on some secret plan. You had to stifle your laugh because they looked absolutely ridiculous.

“Oh mom, these guys are three of my friends in college.” You directed your hands towards them as they bowed politely, biting their lips from correcting you and admitting that they were dating you. Your father had awakened slowly, rubbing his eyes as he looked from your mother to the trio in the back. He held back from cursing out, “Who the fuck are these clowns?”

“Hello,” Namjoon started as he gave a polite full 90-degree bow. “I’m Kim Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.” He nudged the rest of the two boys to go.

“Hi! I’m Jung Hoseok! Nice to meet ya~” He smiled wide, bowing, with his hair flicking up as he brought his head back.

“Hello… I’m Min Yoongi.” He murmured, bowing like the rest.

You father stared at the three men, grunting and turning onto his side. He laid expressionless as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Are you a slut now?”

Your mouth fell agape in pure disbelief. You couldn’t even find the words to describe your shock and the pure disgustingness of his comment. As you sputtered, the eyes of Namjoon and Yoongi turned dark while Hoseok no longer held a smile on his face, but instead completely blank.

“I came to see you and this is how you treat me?” You shouted, trying to keep your composure even though you felt the urge to slam the door shut and leave.

“Well, are you?”

“No!” You yelled, getting more furious by the second. You turned to the boys, your eyes pleading for them to step out of the room. They nodded, Hoseok staring straight into your mother’s eyes before heading out.

“What are their future careers?” Your father yawned, leaning his head into the soft pillow.

“Teachers for their respective subjects.” You leaned on the white stone of the hospital walls, taking deep breaths to dissolve your anger.

“Teachers?” He repeated in disgust. “They won’t make enough money, they’re teachers.”

You just had about enough of this. Your father had crossed the line, pushing each and every one of your buttons.

“And what would you know? You barely make any money in general, sitting on your drunk ass every day.” You grit your teeth, turning your heel towards the door.

“So what? You can’t be with three people anyways.” His voice stopped you before you could grab ahold of the handle. “You’re dating them right? Anyways, we don’t think they’re good for you.”

You snickered, glaring at him from the door.

“Just watch me.”

Your feet carried you as you sped down the hallway, lost in thought.

I’ve overcome so many obstacles in my life to get where I am today. Does he really think his opinion is going to change that? If I cared so much about his opinion, I would’ve ended up just like him. Taking my anger on others for my own faults. Struggling to get my daily dose of alcohol. No better than a failure.

When you turned the corner, you ran into the three boys near the elevator. They gave you a concerned look, but you just brushed it off, giving them a reassuring smile and thumbs-up.

On the other hand, your mother just sat there in the hospital room, looking at the ground. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she dreaded what was to come. She couldn’t speak up even though she knew. Their gaze was sharp, something that made an impression the first time she had seen them. She squeezed her eyes shut. You definitely had jumped to a conclusion. You had no idea what those boys were behind those masks. She gasped at the realization of her actions. She just let her daughter run into the palm of crazed maniacs.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

The dark of the night was perfect for three men looking to fulfill their deepest and darkest desires of you. The boys had you cornered in the comfort of their shared home, a space where they shared the rent together. You sat on the bed, your back hitting the headboard as Hoseok and Yoongi sat on each side. Their close proximity was excruciating close, causing your face to flush red. You remembered it was barely past the first month since you had started dating them, yet you trusted them entirely.

“Is this why you were so hesitant at first?” Hoseok whispered in your ear, his voice sending tingles down your arms, making your hands like putty.

“Poor baby, she’s been through a lot.” Yoongi spoke from the other side of your ear, his hand brushing up your leg.

Namjoon stood in front of you, his fingers running through your lower lip as he glanced up from your mouth to your eyes. “Care to share his name?”

“Guys… It’s really fine now. You don’t need t-”

With a harsh yank, Namjoon tilted your head up as he connected a deep kiss with your lips. He dove straight into the cavern of your mouth as you pushed him out of reflex and shock.

��I won’t ask again, y/n.” His voice was low as separated from your lips with a ‘pop’. His dark gaze sent a shudder down your spine. You eventually gave in, telling them what they wanted. At first, it was difficult for you to open up to the boys about your problems, afraid it might drive them away. But over time, you realized that they were more than happy to know more about you. They loved it when you were honest with them, sharing your raw feelings were the highlight of their days. It took months for you to share about your not so glamour household. But now, they finally got the names and the address.

“That was really pressuring…” You groaned, your face still red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Hoseok cooed, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks. He nudged your foreheads together as he laughed with you. His smile was contagious as you couldn’t help but smile with him.

It’s a shame he really wasn’t.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

“Did you find it?” Namjoon’s voice reached his lover’s as he himself typed away on his keyboard.

“Yup got it right here,” Hoseok responded, his face serious and his eyes fixed on his computer.

The arrest record of your father, as well as the warrant, flashed on the screen. Yoongi looked over with such disgust, it could’ve killed.

“I’m going to kill that fucker, I swear I’m going to-”

“Yoongi, breathe.” Hoseok snapped, his gaze never leaving his screen as he scrolled through his computer. Yoongi murmured things under his breath, remembering the tricks his partners had taught him on anger management. It was a “turn-off”, they had told him, something that made people not want to befriend them. Namjoon and Hoseok would snap at him, reminding Yoongi how important their image was. It mattered even if they weren’t in public. Bad habits tended to display in times of immense pressure, something they didn’t need.

“Okay, we’re going to pay them a lovely visit. How does that sound?” Namjoon spoke up, the three boys crowding around his office desk in their small living space. With a loud slam of the top of Yoongi’s laptop, he pushed it off to the side, collecting his bag and coat.

“Let’s go,” Yoongi called from the door, slipping into his sneakers. Hoseok followed, his serious gaze never leaving his face. Namjoon threw on a trench coat, collecting his things and locking the door.

The sun was setting as the boys made it to the neighborhood where you previously resided in. Yoongi adjusted his bucket hat and the black surgical mask that hung around his ears. Namjoon slipped on his shades and beanie, preferring to shove his hands in his pockets. Hoseok opted for a white mask, his hair blowing in the open wind. The three moved quickly, splitting up as they rapidly approached your street.

On a three-way call, Namjoon delivered quick instructions as the boys roamed around. Namjoon pressed his phone closer to his ear as he heard the ruffle of a coat and deep breaths.

“Namjoon. I found one.” In a flash, Hoseok cut off the line before Namjoon could yell anything. He sighed in frustration, instructing Yoongi to meet him at Boulevard Street. Yoongi jogged to Namjoon, looking around for Hoseok.

“Where’d he go?”

Namjoon groaned. “He found one. I bet he’s playing around.”

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

“Why aren’t you such a doll~” Hoseok cooed sarcastically, taking excruciatingly slow steps towards his prey. “Why are you so scared of me? I haven’t even done anything yet, darling.” The woman looked behind her, nothing but a dark and closed off alley that she was only slowly backing into.

“I’m hoping you had enough fun of cat and mouse? I gave you a fair shot to escape, but you’re the one that cornered yourself here. Can’t you see? This is your fault. You deserve this.”

The fear that radiated off the poor woman sent a pleasurable shock down his spine. Hoseok licked his lips in anticipation feeling on the verge of exploding. He couldn’t contain his excitement in him anymore. He needed a release. NOW

“Oh Mrs. Y/L/N, seeing you so scared and weak is truly enjoyable. I think I can understand why you can’t do anything for your daughter. You’re too weak.” He watched as her expression changed in humiliation, her whole body shaking in fear. Hoseok grabbed onto the collar of her shirt, his eyes staring into hers.

“You’re pathetic.”

Hoseok let go of his grip, watching as her legs gave out onto the dirty ground. He turned his heel without looking back as he left the alley. His feet carried him as he called Namjoon back on his phone. Within seconds, he picked up.

“Did you have your fun?” Namjoon’s voice came in, perfectly annoyed.

“I did~” Hoseok cheered, a smile returning back to his lips. “How about you?”

“Yeah, we saw him. Taught him a lesson. Yoongi surprisingly held himself back more than usual.”

Hoseok hummed into his phone, increasing the pace of his strides. “I thought I was going to have to interfere if things got too violent, but all he did was spit some nasty threats at him. Even I got chills.”

Hoseok heard Namjoon chuckle out of his receiver. Music to his ears. “See you soon, Joon.” Hoseok murmured into his phone. “I miss hyung already.”

“Aish, you always get soft after your outbursts.” Hoseok’s eyes looked over at the street sign, looking at Boulevard Street. He walked across the street, his phone still pressed next to his ear. “Well anyways, you’ll need to calm him down, he’s pretty worked up.”

When Namjoon and Yoongi appeared in the far distance, Hoseok ended the call, running up to meet them halfway. Hoseok bent down, swooping up Yoongi into his arms. Giggling, Hoseok squeezed the older, feeling his body slack in his arms.

“Did you have fun?” Yoongi mumbled into his chest, his arms coming up to push himself off. Yoongi was brought back onto the ground as Hoseok turned around and bent down again. Yoongi jumped onto his back as Hoseok hoisted him up until the older sat on his shoulders. Namjoon followed behind, watching as his two partners displayed blatant affection with each other.

“Mhm. How about you?”

A low chuckle fell from Yoongi’s lips. “He was absolutely terrified. I don’t think he’ll ever touch her again.”

The three of them let out each of their own smirks before arriving at the bus stop. Hoseok let Yoongi down as they both stared at Namjoon, making him feel awkward and out of place.

“W-what?” He asked, their stares making him feel self-conscious. It was a subconscious reflex as Namjoon folded his arms in front of his chest.

“Don’t you feel left out sometimes?” Hoseok asked, cocking his head to the side. Yoongi nodded in agreement as he stared at the younger.

“No, I’m alright, guys. I don’t really like that sort of affection…” He trailed off, refusing to meet eye contact. A thought came into his brain and before he knew it, he blurted it out.

“What do we do if we meet y/n’s parents for the ‘first time’?”

Hoseok just grinned.

“Do you think she’s going to believe us or her abusive parents?”

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

The boys laid with you after your exhausting meeting with your parents, your limbs intertwining with each other in the bed. Namjoon laid directly behind you as Yoongi laid in front of you with Hoseok hugging him from behind. Your breaths were even with the boys as you all experienced a tranquil bliss. It overcame all of your bodies, your stress slowly fading away for the time being.

You couldn’t imagine being somewhere without them. They were your life, precious little angels that would always support you. You dedicated yourself to them and soon or later you would have the courage to tell them for once.

It’s a shame they didn’t know of your decision yet. They already planned another visit. Very soon.

-nomnomsik

#yandere bts #yandere rapline #yandere hoseok #yandere yoongi #yandere namjoon #yandere jhope #yandere suga #yandere rm #bts x reader #rapline x reader #hoseok x reader #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #rm x reader

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childofthenight2035 · 5 years

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In Which The Protagonist Is A Dumbass

A/N: i honestly dont know why i wrote this but based off something that happened once upon a time why did i write this it has zero plot anyways

Pairing(?): gn!Reader x Felix (ft. Jisung)

Summary/Prompt: You’re stupid. And you have the same phone as he does.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

It wasn’t even summer yet, but it was hot. Too hot.

Finals season. That couple of months at the end of the academic year when kids and teachers alike were stressed as fuck. Kids, because they didn’t know shit, and their teachers, well, for the same reason. Students often forget that teachers depend very much on their pupils’ performance.

Finals season was when you would see the morning buses loaded with kids and their unnecessarily heavy textbooks in one hand as they tried to balance themselves standing up with the other. It was also when you saw those same kids on the bus back home at noon instead of the afternoon because their exams were over.

Finals season was when dorms were quietly chaotic. Tempers ran high, lights were never off at night, and a chilling sort of hush fell over the building after dinnertime, a silence everyone was scared of breaking. People escaped the four walls of their room as much as possible, going up to the roof and explaining to the clouds what antibodies were, or pacing around the block in circles until they got dizzy and found themselves in the warden’s room diagnosed with dehydration. After two similar incidents, none of the students were permitted to spend too much time outdoors. It was simply too hot. Global warming was a real thing.

Following that rule, you chose to spend your time in the study hall next to the coffee shop on campus that shut down during finals, because no one was free to take orders or man the machines. The students had to settle for the cheap instant coffee from the mess hall across the campus.

You had made the table in the corner yours at a particular time every day. Someone was there before you, and someone came after you, but you didn’t mind. Despite not knowing who they were, you found the taking turns system convenient. It also helped that one of the two plugpoints in the entire hall was near your table.

Your exam was tomorrow and you pitied the ones who had theirs in less than two hours. You could see them, sitting on the edges of their seats, grouped together but not interacting much—that point had passed. Occasionally one of them would ask another for an answer, but the time for group study was not now. Now was the time for cramming—each to his own. Their legs bounced up and down, impatient but dreading the exam at the same time. Open books were scattered around them, trying to absorb as much information as they could at once. Their fingers tapped their pens against the tables, but you forgave the annoying sound it made—this would be you tomorrow.

You flipped through the seventh chapter of your biology textbook, wondering if you could possibly finish studying the next fourteen chapters before the next afternoon. You wished you would have started studying earlier but it was too late to think all that.

You glanced at your phone when it buzzed, alerting you that you had a message from your friend, reminding you to email your chemistry professor to ask him what the answer was to questions 16-28 on page 142, chapter five, because she didn’t know his email id. That’s a task for later, you thought. You wondered why she was so bothered by chem when your biology final was the next day. Oh, right, stupid, she doesn’t take bio. The exam stress was seriously making you lose reason. You pressed your charger deeper into the socket and rechecked that the switch was turned on. You had once gone the whole day without realizing that you hadn’t actually switched the power on so your phone could drink some electricity.

Someone plonked a textbook onto your table, making you jump. As you looked up, a handsome young man (baby faced young man, are you sure he’s not a high school student?) slid into the seat opposite you.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling out a phone and you leant back in your seat, taken aback by the deep voice issuing from between his pretty lips (waht the fcuk). “It’s just, my phone’s probably gonna die, and I have an exam soon and I can’t plug it anywhere else….”

Oh wow, you thought, mesmerized by the richness of his vocal cords and his soft blonde locks. You could sit here charging your phone forever. I would charge your phone for you. Just keep talking.

Unfortunately, he fell silent, looking at you expectantly. You realized he wanted permission.

“Oh! Yeah, sure,” you offered, gesturing to your charger. “Totally fine.”

He flashed you a grateful smile, carefully unplugging your phone and replacing it with his own. Switching it on, he set his phone beside yours.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, then laughed, pointing at the two phones. “They’re the same!”

You followed his finger to where your phone and his lay side by side. He was right. Your phones were the same. Same size, same brand, same model. A smile broke across your features at that.

“What a coincidence,” you remarked, turning back to your textbook. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to continue talking to this person about the phones, it’s just that you had an exam coming up in less than twenty-four hours and you needed to focus. You heard a muttered ‘right, shit, get to work’ from the boy opposite you.

A moment later, he was frantically turning pages, pen between his teeth, shaking his leg, just like the others in the room that had their exam today. You thought better than to interrupt his uploading of information into brain. He checked his watch with an expression that gradually became more horrified.

You turned your focus back to your book, to the world of tissues and cells. You vaguely saw him shuffling around but you paid no mind.

The tension in the room grew slowly higher and higher. The hour mark had been crossed, and the students were near hysterical.

The study hall supervisor couldn’t seem to stand it either. Within five minutes, she was shouting at the exam students to get up and leave. No use cramming so close to an exam, she said to them. Use this time to calm yourself and recollect what you’ve learned.

Standard teacher advice. The boy opposite you stood up hesitantly, not tearing his eyes away from the book, two of his fingers pressing into his neck.

“Good luck,” you offered. His gaze met yours and the creases in his forehead disappeared.

“Thank you,” he said, still looking nervous as he slowly packed his bag. You stood up as well, deciding to go to the mess hall for some food. As he bent to cram his textbook into his bag, you reached over to remove his phone and take back your charger. You slipped your phone that was lying on the table unplugged into your pocket and handed him his phone. He thanked you again, distractedly.

You patted his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, just calm down. If you get anxious, you won’t be able to do well. So relax.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll relax.” He took a deep breath.

With another word of reassurance, you sent him along his way, packing your own stuff and exiting the study hall.

“Ugh, I’m so hungry,” you groaned, wondering if your friend was available to join you. You brought out your phone and turned the screen on.

You stopped in your tracks.

On the screen was a photo of the blondie who had just been sitting opposite you, with another dark-haired boy asleep on his lap.

You cursed out loud, startling some passers-by.

Oh! the boy had said. They’re the same!

You were stupid. You were so stupid.

But wasn’t his phone the one being charged? And yours was unplugged? He must have switched them back once he was satisfied with his phone’s percentage.

But why didn’t you have the basic sense to check if the phone was yours? You could call your own phone, right?

The campus clock chimed one o'clock. His exam must have started. There was no point in trying to reach him now. At least not until four.

You turned the screen on again. This time fixed on the numbers asking you to enter the password. You couldn’t call your own phone even if you wanted to.

You eyed the emergency call button. Did he have the police entered, or a friend’s contact? You shoved the thing back into your pocket, deciding to just wait. You didn’t even know his name. You didn’t know what exam he had. You didn’t know where to find him.

You were screwed. But hey, food.

The macaroni and cheese was crusty and gross as ever, but as you had learned during the year, you don’t say no to food. Gross or not. You never knew when you would get it again. Money is a fickle thing. It never stays with one person their whole life.

A loud, strange sort of music erupted from the device in your pocket. You jumped. His phone was ringing. Hoping against hope that it would be someone you knew, a mutual friend, you took it out and looked at its screen. It said Sungie (^.^). Would this person be able to help? Hesitantly, you pressed answer.

“Yo, Flixie, shouldn’t you be writing an exam? How are you answering your phone?”

“Um…hello?”

You heard a distant ‘what the fuck’. “Hello?”

You didn’t recognize the voice and certainly not the nickname. There must be dozens of people on campus with Sung in their names. “Yeah. Hi.”

“You’re not Felix. Who’s this and why do you have his phone?”

He spoke with such authority that you were sure this was either his best friend, his brother, or someone else very close to him. You weren’t about to get beat up over a mixed up phone. “Listen, I can explain!”

“Please do.”

“You see, the thing is, your friend—Felix?—and I were sitting at the same table in study hall,” you rambled, “and he asked if he could use my charger to charge his phone and I said yes so he plugged it in, but when we both got up to leave, our phones got switched.” You drew in a breath. “It’s my fault. I should’ve checked the phones before I gave it back to him.”

You could hear the person on the other end laughing his face off. You relaxed a bit. “Wow, nice going. So you can’t contact him and neither can he. And I can’t either, huh?”

“I suppose not. Do you know where he’s taking his exam?”

“I think it’s in Hall 3…” he trailed off, thinking.

“So I could just wait there for him, right—“

“…It could also be in Hall 1,” he continued, “or maybe even in Hall 2. Or it could be in the library…”

A sudden thought struck you. You had heard his voice before somewhere. This joking, self-satisfied sort of tone. “You’re Jisung, aren’t you? Han Jisung?”

He abruptly stopped spouting out suggestions. “Uh. Yeah?”

“You won the prize for the Monoact this year, didn’t you?”

“Oh. Huh? That. Yeah, I did? That’s how you know me? Cool.” You could almost hear his head filling up with air. Change the topic.

“Hm. So you don’t know where Felix is?”

In the pause that followed, you understood one thing: he did. He was just not going to make things easier for you. “You know what? Give me your number. I’ll contact you after his exam and tell you where to go.”

You rattled off your number to him reluctantly.

“So, I have your number,” he began, his voice dropping lower, “is the next step asking you out on a—“

“I’m hanging up now.”

You pressed the end call button over his protests.

You tried to focus on your textbook back at the dorm. You really did. That’s why you went to the dorm in the first place. But anxiety was slowly creeping up on you. You were replaying your day, trying to remember what Felix had been studying.

His lockscreen was cute, though. You wondered if the boy asleep on his lap was his boyfriend. Maybe. Maybe not. Since it was his lockscreen, then maybe he was. Either way, whoever it was had a place of honour.

The clock ticked slower and slower, inching to four o'clock.

At three-forty-five, you couldn’t concentrate. You closed your book.

Twenty-five minutes later, his phone rang.

You snatched it up, barely registering the name Sungie (^.^) and sliding the answer button. “Hello?”

“Right. Felix is waiting for you at the mess hall.”

“Oh, okay, tha—“ A beep sounded. You stared at the phone. Okay, that was straight to the point.

You dashed out of your dorm room.

…and you forgot the phone, jeez, Y/N, what the hell?

Take two.

It was too hot to be running to the mess hall again, but at least it had dropped a degree since noon.

You glanced around the large semi-open space, hoping to see a shock of blonde hair that would catch your attention. And one did.

One very sun-kissed young man with neatly combed blonde hair was waving at you. Your heart leapt.

…Obviously not at the sight of him, particularly, but He-Who-Had-Your-Phone.

My generation has succumbed to technology, you thought.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly as you climbed into a seat opposite him. He returned the greeting equally awkward, but managing to smile tiredly. You noticed he had a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose. Cute.

“I’m Felix,” he offered, sticking out a hand. You took it.

“I know. I’m Y/N.”

You set his phone on the table and he mimicked the action with yours. The two of you exchanged phones, giggling nervously at the mix-up.

“Sorry,” he started to say, but you shook your head.

“I’m the one who should be sorry, I took your phone thinking it was mine.”

“Well, I don’t blame you,” he assured (whiplash, you forgot how deep his voice was). “I connected your phone to the charger once mine was okay without telling you.”

“We can play this blame game back and forth all day.”

He laughed, his voice lightening for a second. “True.”

You gestured to his phone. “Your wallpaper is really cute. Is that your boyfriend?”

He blushed, snatching up his phone and sliding it into his bag. “No,” he replied a little too quickly, in a tone that told you maybe he was lying. “Speaking of wallpapers,” he continued, tapping your phone, “isn’t that 3racha’s radio promotion poster? Maybe specifically, CB97?”

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. “So? What about it?”

Felix broke into a smile. “You didn’t recognize SpearB from my wallpaper?”

Your mouth fell open. “Wait, that’s him?! I didn’t recognize…”

He nodded. “And you didn’t know J.One? I thought he told you to come over here?”

You slammed your fist onto the table. “Are you kidding me?”

Felix started laughing.

“So that’s how I know him!” you exclaimed. “It wasn’t the monoact prize, it was this! I’m so stupid!”

He laughed even harder at your pout. “It’s okay, I won’t tell Chris.”

“Please don’t.”

After a minute, in which he held back his giggles and you pouted harder than ever, he spoke up. “So, hey, let me treat you. I sure am hungry.” He gestured vaguely around. “How about some gross instant coffee?”

again why did i write this

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cupofkoushi · 6 years

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OiSuga Weekend: April 29 patterns / post-apocalypse / free prompt

Rated: G No Warnings Apply Word Count: 1,604

Working late night shifts at the university library has its perks.

Suga heard the bell ding at the front of the counter, much like it did every night, and he looked up to see Oikawa standing there, grinning at him. He was holding his laptop against his chest and for a moment, Oikawa looked a little winded, like he had rushed here.

Suga loved working the night shift at the university library. Working nighttime hours meant that the only students present were ones who were cramming in homework late at night, nose deep in textbooks and laptops, far too busy to really need anything from Suga. The nights were slow and usually allowed him to work on his own homework while he watched the clock tick by. Nighttime was easier than the day shifts.

The cute biology major with chestnut hair and confident eyes who came to the library every weeknight was an added bonus.

“Hello, Oikawa.”

“Hi, Suga-chan! I need to check out the supplemental literature textbook for Takeda’s class. 4353?”

Suga got up from his seat and walked directly to the location he knew the textbook was placed. He found 4353 easily, the placement familiar to him considering Oikawa checked it out every single night.

When Suga returned and took Oikawa’s ID, he always found himself grinning at the picture on it. Oikawa looked the exact same in his picture as he did in person but there was an over-saturation in the lighting and Oikawa came out looking washed out. It was even funnier that Oikawa wasn’t smiling.

“Suga-chan,” Oikawa cried as Suga snickered behind his hand. “You always laugh at my ID!”

“Oikawa, you need to retake it. It’s like the same price as that giant cup of coffee you always buy,” Suga responds with another grin, pointedly looking at the thermos resting on the counter. “I know it’s coffee.”

Oikawa looks at him pointedly. “I refuse to pay for another ID when this one is perfectly fine.”

“You’re not even smiling in it.”

“She didn’t tell me that she was taking the picture yet! It wasn’t my fault!” Oikawa wailed, but stopped when Suga finished scanning it and was already handing it back to him. Suga held back another round of laughter when Oikawa snatched it back with immense vigor, a slight blush on his cheeks. “I’m also not going to give up the money I spend on my coffee to retake this stupid picture.”

Suga hummed, scanning the textbook lazily as he rested his chin on his palm, looking back up at a flustered Oikawa.

“I mean, then don’t get mad when I laugh at it next time.”

Oikawa clicked his tongue. “I’m going to start studying outside of your shifts, Suga-chan. You’re no longer my favorite person here anymore.”

Suga looked up at him with a slight grin. It was like this every night. Oikawa would come in, ask for the same textbook, they would bicker, Oikawa would threaten to come bother a different employee at a different time, Suga would tell him to go ahead, and Oikawa would huff and leave. Then at the end of the night, Oikawa would return the book, flirt some more, then they would talk until closing time.

Suga had no real idea who Oikawa was outside of their library encounters. He knew Oikawa was a biology major, although not entirely sure what for. He knew Oikawa had Takeda’s literature class and they shared the same kinesiology professor but at different times. Suga also knew that Oikawa liked his coffee with milk instead of creamer and four sugar packets, opting for the blonde roast to receive the most amount of caffeine the coffee shop had to offer. And he also knew that sometimes Oikawa would forget to take off his glasses when he came back to return his textbooks and Suga’s heart melted every time he looked at sleepy eyes behind those glasses.

“I’ll take my chances,” Suga sighed as he handed the book over, Oikawa snatching it much like he had his ID. “Although, I don’t know if those other employees would let you get away with checking out that textbook longer than the allocated hour slot like I do, hm?”

Oikawa pouted. “I suppose not. I guess they wouldn’t be as cute to look at either.”

This was new.

“I don’t know, have you seen Akaashi-san? Works in the morning? He’s quite the looker. I think he might have me beat.”

Oikawa cocked his head to the side, almost as if he were soaking in Suga’s words. He looked a little lost in thought before he spoke, like he didn’t expect what Suga had said. “Does he have a cute mole under the corner of his eye like you do? I don’t know. Hard to compete if he doesn’t.”

Suga absentmindedly touched the mark under his eye. It was something akin to a trademark, especially for him with his silver hair, but no one had slyly complimented it like Oikawa just had. For some reason, Suga felt embarrassed and felt his pulse slightly increase as he covered the mark with his fingertips.

Oikawa pouted again. “No need to get shy. That’s very unlike you.”

“No need to get cocky. Although, that is very like you,” Suga bit as hard as he could, although, it lacked the venom he was aiming for.

Oikawa simply laughed as he leaned forward on the counter between them, crossing his arms over it as he grinned up at Suga who was still blushing profusely. Suga was slightly agitated that his composure had been broken. He was always good at matching Oikawa on nights like this and it was frustrating that Oikawa deviating from their normal script for a fraction of a second knocked him off his feet.

Oikawa’s smug look told him that he knew what he was doing.

“Well, thanks for the textbook,” Oikawa chimed, but didn’t seem like he made any effort to leave. He was still leaning forward, curious brown eyes fixed on Suga.

“Sure.”

“Maybe I should get a new ID.”

“Is that so?” Suga felt himself calming down, his demeanor returning to normal. “What about it?”

“How about I buy a new ID so you can stop laughing at me every night but in return, you have to buy me the coffee I missed out on buying?”

Suga blinked as a moment of silence passed.

“Why would I buy you a coffee? You can walk around with that hideous picture for all I care.” But there was a lilt to Suga’s own voice, one that he accompanied with a smile. “Maybe other people can get a good laugh on campus when you show them your picture.”

Oikawa quirked an eyebrow and slung his bag over his shoulder to his chest so he could ruffle through it. When he pulled out a sticky note and began scribbling on it with his pen, Suga impatiently waited to see what he was doing.

Oikawa handed the note over and when Suga turned it around, he felt his eyes widen at the phone number scrawled across the paper in thin but uniform writing.

He vaguely wondered what Oikawa’s notes must look like if his writing was this pretty.

“I don’t need your number,” Suga said as he tucked the sticky note underneath the cover of his planner that was set aside when he had been doing homework earlier. “You come in here every night.”

“Yeah, but how about… I meet you there at the coffee shop on campus and we consider it a coffee date.”

And for the second time that night, Suga is completely caught off guard and grows flustered knowing that Oikawa has been able to do it to him twice in the last ten minutes. Suga almost couldn’t formulate a response to it.

Oikawa slowly looked more uncomfortable each time another silent moment passed. It took a while for Suga to even respond, but when he realized that he hadn’t even used his mouth to form words, he slams his palm on the counter and Oikawa jumps so far back that Suga is almost impressed.

“Sorry! Yes! I think— I don’t have class tomorrow, but I do work at 8, so if you want we can get coffee before I come into work and before you study?”

It was Oikawa’s turn to look at Suga with widened eyes, a slight blush forming on his cheeks to match Suga’s. They both stared at each other for a while, Suga shocked that Oikawa had even asked him out on a date, and Oikawa seemingly surprised that Suga had agreed, even though he was the one who had asked.

“S-sounds like a date, Suga-chan!”

Suga nodded and follows it up with a grin, his fingers fumbling with the corner of his planner even as Oikawa awkwardly smiled and scurried away like he was running away from a fire. Suga had to catch his breath before he sat back down in his chair, quietly wringing his fingers in thought. He glanced at the cover of his planner, staring at the pale yellow sticky note peeking out from the corner and sighed happily.

He got a cute boy’s number tonight.

A couple hours later, Oikawa returned to hand in the loaned textbook. When Suga scanned it back in and clears him, Oikawa winked and provided a bright smile.

“See you tomorrow, Suga-chan.”

“7:00 at the coffee shop on campus right?”

“7:00 at the coffee shop on campus.”

Oikawa waved goodbye, eyes a little sleepy from studying all night. Suga waved back in return and spends the rest of the night trying to quell the rapid beating of his heart.

He got a cute boy’s number and a date.

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Hyde Park // Jughead Jones

Summary: As Archie’s older sister you return to Riverdale amid the closing of the Jason Blossom murder case when tragedy strikes your life. Traumatized you race home from England to the comfort of your Dad’s arms. To think it tragedy would strike again in the Andrews family just weeks are your return.

Characters: Jughead Jones x Andrews!Reader, Archie Andrews, Fred Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, OFC!Ruth Abbott, and Mary Andrews

Words: 2752

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Nor do I own any images, gifs, jokes and lyrics that may appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, traumatic event, Riverdale shooting, death (mentioend), fluff and angst

Author: Caitsy

A/N: I really love this one for some reason. Please request more Teen Wolf and Riverdale imagines. Thank you.

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Walking towards your seats near the front of the room in the concert area you giggled with the girl beside you. Both with a closed can of alcohol, thank god for the youngest age limit, you were excited for the concert to begin. It was your first in your new home and to have it with the first person you connected with after the flight you were ecstatic.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe we’re seeing this!” Ruth screamed over the music. It was getting you pumped and hearing Ruth’s accent really set into your mind.

“Best way to end the week and our break begins!” You yelled back as the announcer called out the band.

“I hope your pumped London! Give it up for Machine Gun Kelly!” The entire Hype Park area freaked as he walked on stage.

You weren’t crazy obsessed with him but Ruth was a massive fan so when he announced he would be appearing in the small concert you knew you had to come. Getting cheap tickets was easy when you knew the right people.

“We’re going to start with Bad Things!” MGK called out before it began.

Ruth and you abandoned your empty cans on the ground to dance in your area not caring about anything. You weren’t sure how long it was before someone managed to get on stage.

“GET DOWN!” They screamed before a ear bursting loud boom split the area with grass and dirt flying everywhere. The stage crashed from the force, you didn’t know what was up or down but you knew something was wrong. Someone had spilt their beer on you and the glass had hit you because you hurt so much.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” Ruth screamed trying to shove pass people in a fury to move.

You whimpered when you were pushed on to the ground where panicked feet moved different ways. You blacked out when a shoe slammed into your face.

“Archie come here!” Fred Andrews yelled from the living room. His eyes stuck on the tv screen.

“I’m bu-“

“Archibald! NOW.”

The frenzy nearly had Archie fall down the stairs in his hurry to get to his Dad. Archie hadn’t heard his father yell that before. He was unprepared when he found Fred collapsed into a chair with his hands clasped together in front of his face. On the screen was flashing lights and a newscast speaking with a banner going across the bottom.

A Tragedy Has Struck Westminster, London at Hyde Park.

“What’s going on Dad?”

“Call your sister.”

“Dad I’m sure she’s fine. She’s been busy with school.” Archie nervously said biting his lip, “She broke her phone.”

There wasn’t much the Andrews’ men could do as the information came forth.

“Just four short months after a bomb went off at the Manchester Arena another concert tragedy has occurred. In Hyde Park the musician Machine Gun Kelly had a concert when just shy of half way through a bomb was detonated. No information has come forth on the numbers injured and dead but we have facts to believe it’s in the dozens.”

Archie’s hands shook as he struggled to get his phone out of his pocket to call your emergency contact. Ruth Abbott had taken you under her wing when you decided on going to accept Oxford University in England as your choice of education.

The phone rang before it was angrily picked up.

“This isn’t funny.” The voice was deeper.

“Is Ruth there?”

“No. She’s out and this isn’t funny. Stop calling this number.” The man seethed before the call was cut.

“No answer.” Archie murmured looking up.

“Go to school Archie.” Fred groaned looking back up at the tv. The newscaster glanced behind her before returning her eyes to the camera.

 “We have a confirmed attendant by the Y/N Andrews safely in one of the houses taking in people for safety.”

 Fred and Archie sighed in relief as they each collapsed into a chair no longer anxious if she was dead. Clapping his hand on his father’s should Archie turned to grab his bag.

“However Y/N’s friend Ruth Abbott has been confirmed to be in critical condition at the nearest hospital. We have no information on the suspect.”

“She must be devastated.” Fred sighed shaking head to turn off the tv, “I should get to work. Y/N will call when she can.”

A few weeks passed by with revelations hitting the small town from FP getting arrested being the most talked about. Ms. Grundy leaving town was another but nothing could match when news broke out about London again.

Clueless Archie had opened his locker to grab his textbook not noticing the looks from everyone. He barely noticed when Betty carefully closed his locker to garner his attention.

“Did you finish the biology homework?” He questioned, “The last question has me.”

“Arch.” Betty softly spoke steering her best friend into the Blue and Gold.

“What’s wrong?” Archie asked looking at her.

“Have you looked at the news?” Betty said sitting on her desk.  “No?”

“It’s bad Archie.” Betty sighed, “You haven’t heard from Y/N because she was in hospital.” 

“No she’s safe and can’t call. She’s saving money for a phone.” Archie reaffirmed his feelings on the situation just as Jughead, sitting at his desk in the Blue and Gold, turned his screen.

There on the screen was you with your suitcase he had got your for your eighteenth birthday just a few weeks before you left. You had a high IQ with enough credits to bypass your senior year entirely and get into Oxford University with acceptances from Brown university and Yale.

You were alone in an airport staring blankly as you were shadowed by a man in a uniform until you were out the camera view. You were layered in clothing that you wouldn’t have done previously.

“Archie. She was in a coma for a week with no ID or friends to give her a name. Ultimately she was a Jane Doe until she woke up and she stayed another week due to injuries.”

“They should have known it wasn’t her!” Archie screamed furiously rubbing his eyes.

“Common mistaken identity.” Jughead said, “They both had red hair, brown eyes and Archie it was a complete disaster on the event. They couldn’t focus on Y/N.”

You gasped lurching in your seat as your dream cemented in your mind with Ruth front and centre glaring at you. You saw you were still on the plane heading back to Riverdale with the financial help of Mr and Mrs. Abbott and their healthy bank account. You didn’t want to leave Ruth but you were being forced back to America because the Abbott’s knew you needed to be far from London.

“Thank you for flying with us!”

You brushed your hand over your baggy sweater from the healing wounds were on your body. In the words of Natasha Romanoff in the marvel movies, ‘bye-bye bikinis’ because you certainly wouldn’t show them off.

Mrs. Abbott had insisted on paying for the cab you would take from the airport home because you didn’t remember what your family’s number were at all. You had lost your phone during the bombing and didn’t have the money to get a new one. You were relieved when your childhood home came into your line of sight.

“Thank you.” You mumbled shoving a few bills at the cabbie. He grunted as you dragged your bags to the door. You tiptoed until you felt the spare key on the edge of the doorframe.

“Home sweet home.” You murmured to yourself as you walked into your bedroom still painted the colour to had demanded when you were able to get rid of the pink.

You walked into your bathroom to wash your face but when you looked up you saw a bloodied Ruth instead.

“No. No.” You whimpered scrambling to shove your back against the wall curling in on yourself, “It’s not real.”

With your eyes closed you forgot where you were until you opened your eyes to see the Hyde Park clear as day. You could still smell the scent in the air while Ruth slowly turned her eyes to you.

“It’s your fault.”

“I-I.”

You screamed before opening your eyes and looking down to see blood on your hands from pressing your nails into your skin. You had a long recovery ahead of you. Not trusting yourself to not remember that day you used the bathroom and came out to your dark room. Grabbing your computer you put on your favourite movie.

Time passed before you heard the front door slam open but you heard the deafening sound from the bomb in the park. Pushing yourself off the bed you crawled underneath waiting for the man in your nightmares to appear. Logically you knew he was dead but emotionally you were sure he was terrorizing you.

“Are you sure?” Your Dad, Fred, asked from downstairs.

 “I can’t get a hold of anyone. They’re not sure if she got on the plane.” The sweet familiar voice of your mother replied while keys were dropped on the table.

You whimpered feeling that need to be held by your Dad came back strong as it had since you left Riverdale in the first place. You just wanted to feel protected like you always did in his arms growing up.

“Can Sheriff Keller call someone?”

“Archie, Keller doesn’t have any contacts or jurisdiction.” Another voice chimed in, the same voice that caused your heart to race.

You slowly opened the door to walk to the stairs with a slight limp from your left leg you barely even noticed anymore. It was a struggle getting up the stairs initially but you had managed but getting down them would be another one entirely.

The step slightly creaked when you stepped on it causing the entire house to go still. Fred was the first to come around the wall not yet looking up the stairs.

“Daddy?” You sobbed getting his attention.

“Y/N.” Fred yelled racing up the stairs to pull you into a hug, “My baby.”

 “I’m scared.” You whimpered the tears fully running down your cheeks.

“I’m here baby.” Your Dad sighed kissing your head as he pulled you in tighter, “I’m never letting you go again.”

Your Dad swept you into his arms to get down the stairs where the three people stood in silent shock.

“You’re alive.” Archie breathed before almost knocking you on the ground, “I thought you were gone.”

You hadn’t felt safe ever since the accident so when your brother and parents hugged you for the first time in months you finally felt safe again. The family reunion was raw with emotion still high from the unknown of everything. Yet at the same time it was palpable with relief at knowing you were out of harms way.

Adjusting back to life post accident was tough with Riverdale all knowing you were back and spreading rumours on your injuries. It ranged from a minor cut to be ghastly third degree burns and a prosthetic leg.

You banned anyone other than your family into the house, even Jughead, because you were disgusted with everything. You couldn’t be around loud sounds without being mentally transported back to Hyde Park and large crowds made you extremely uncomfortable.

“Y/N?” Your Dad said opening the door up, “You okay?”

“I’m fine Dad.” You shifted on your feet.

“Archie and I are going to Pops for breakfast, do you want to come with us?”

“No thank you. I’m not ready yet."

“I have to go to the construction site later but if you want me to stay I can come back from breakfast.”

“I’ll be fine.” You weakly stated moving towards your open bedroom door, “I’ll have to face the town at some point.”

“Take your time.”

You spent your time alone in the house in the kitchen staring in the abyss you called your fridge currently. You wouldn’t mind food from Pops but at the same time you didn’t want to leave the house and face the looks. You were sure things would never get better because you barely slept with the nightmares and not knowing if Ruth was going to be okay or not didn’t help.

You screamed when the front door slammed open before stomping feet thundered in the entry way.

“Shit sorry. I was trying to balance the trays.” Jughead chuckled before seeing your terrified expression, “Shit.”

“I-I’m fine.” You gasped leaning over closing your eyes tight, “You’re in Riverdale. You’re safe. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry.” Jughead soothed pulling you into his arms. You barely felt the tears falling down your cheeks as you pressed your hands onto his chest to ground yourself.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.” You choked.

“That’s okay.” Jughead murmered into your hair, “I’ll be there when you fall and when you pick yourself up again and again.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m ugly.” You sniffled forcefully pushed back to see his stunned expression.

“You are not ugly.”

“I am. I’m scared physically and emotionally.” You cried trying to escape his warmth.

 “So am I.” Jughead sighed, “When the drinking first got bad with Dad he got angry one night. He threw the glass at the wall and I stumbled into it. I’m scarred too.”

“Did he hit you?”

“No.” Jughead quickly shook his head, “My Dad may be an ass but he would never lay a finger on Jellybean or me. Ever.”

 “Ruth was excited to see the concert. I was too because I got to see my best friend light up in ways she hadn’t in a long time. When it happened it was blinding both by scent and hearing. I couldn’t see anything and I couldn’t hear anything when it went off. I tried to get away but I fell and then its black.”

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Jughead whispered leaning against the counter with you in his arms.

“It was a nice day out and Ruth was yelling. It was like I was underwater with no escape and I just…I was fucking scared.” You whimpered burrowing further into his arms.

“I won’t let anything hurt you anymore.” Jughead murmured into your ear leading you to sit on the couch. You were surprised at how safe you felt in his arms even if you had heard from your brother that Jughead was a serpent following his father’s arrest and the whole Clifford Blossom being Jason’s murderer.

“Thank you.”

The next hour involved him playing with your hands together and taking your mind off of everything by telling you stories about anything and everything. Things changed when Jughead got a call from changed everything for you. Dad had been shot in a robbery at Pops. You didn’t think when you ran for the door shoving your feet into your abandoned shoes and racing out side, you hesitated when you saw that Jughead had a motorcycle.

You didn’t care. You got on after he did and took off to the odd hospital that had strange uniforms that bordered on past decades. You met with Archie’s other friends Betty and Veronica with their parents before you slammed into Archie’s arms not caring of the blood.

“How is he?” You exclaimed running your eyes over the splotchy red marks staining Archie’s cast, lettermen jacket and his skin.

“I-I don’t know.” Archie whimpered as multiple arms surrounded him. You noticed that Hal and Alice were talking to the reception. You were close to collapsing when Archie whispered exactly what happened and you collapse again feeling as if you were back in Hyde Park again.

Jughead led you to a waiting chair when your leg started hurting more and the movement was starting to really hurt. You leaned down in your chair welcoming when Jughead put his arm you and became your support.

In the time you father was in surgery and then resting in the hospital Jughead and you grew even closer to the point where you silently got together. A bad scenario brought out a relationship you should have expected but didn’t see coming and you were very happy. He stayed when your Dad got out of the hospital, when the Abbott’s called to tell you that Ruth had passed away from her injuries. He was there and you loved him for it.

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1dffsummerexchange · 7 years

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Cut to the Feeling

Written For: @showingthroughtome

Written By: @fromherlips

Pairing: Niall/OFC

Word Count: 16,000

Warnings: language, mentions of sexual content and alcohol

Summary:

Lennox Sloane was always taught that you shouldn’t make assumptions about anyone unless you wanted to make an ass of yourself. Unfortunately, that lesson never stuck with her as much as the lectures on safe sex (no glove, no love), texting while driving (it can wait), and the proper way to consume alcohol (liquor before beer, you’re in the clear).

A story about night classes, snarky remarks, and learning lessons the hard way.

As far as Lennox Sloane was concerned, there was a special place in hell for classes that started at eight in the morning, as well as night classes. Everyone who has ever attended a college class could vouch for her. No material should be taught at the ungodly hour of 8:00 a.m., especially on a Wednesday morning after Power Hour on Tuesday night or Friday morning after Trivia Night on Thursday. There was also something particularly tortuous about having to stay on campus long enough to watch the sun set.

Lennox avoided both the dreaded night and 8:00 a.m. classes for two years, breezing through her freshman and sophomore year with decent (not perfect, but close enough) schedules. She would never admit to it, but she nearly shed a tear while scheduling her classes for fall and spring semester of her junior year. The class selection was atrocious, only a section or two for each required class offered in the worst time slots. She heavily debated not taking the classes, but couldn’t risk not graduating on time because she refused to succumb to the two worst times a class could be held during.

So, after only two weeks of classes, she declared herself done. Finished. Finito. She was sprawled out on her friend Kaia’s bed, complaining loudly about how her semester was going to be an absolute nightmare.

“I’m going to spend so much money on campus trying to keep my stomach from not growling in the middle of a lecture,” Lennox groaned, sliding her body closer to the edge of the bed. Her shoulders teetered on the edge, her mousey brown hair dangling towards the floor. She could feel the blood begin to rush to her head, immediately pulling herself back up before it started to hurt.

“Your apartment isn’t that far from campus, Len,” Kaia pointed out, looking over her shoulder. Lennox was supposed to be working on an assignment like Kaia, but she needed to take time to properly vent about her crappy schedule. She truly felt that she could fully express her hatred for it after experiencing it for nearly ten days. “You could easily walk back between your big gap between your early afternoon and night class.”

Lennox scoffed, rolling her eyes at the suggestion. It wasn’t that Kaia was wrong. She was right, actually, a common occurrence within their friendship. “That’s beside the point,” Lennox said. “It’s the principle behind it. I can’t sleep in and now if I want to do something on a Monday or Wednesday night, I have to wait until after eight!”

“At least it’s not on a Friday,” Kaia said. “Your schedule could be worse, Len. Think about that.”

“Kaia, I love you dearly and appreciate your optimism, but Mama Lennox wants to complain,” she said, earning a laugh from her best friend.

They had a nice balance in their friendship. They met during spring semester of their freshmen year after Lennox pointed out that they had three classes in a row together. They spent the rest of the spring sharing notes during the week and sharing bottles of vodka they bought with their fake IDs on the weekends (okay, and sometimes during the week).

Where Lennox lacked in a positive attitude, Kaia made up for with her optimistic comments. She always let Lennox vent to her while also giving her subtle reminders that what she was complaining about wasn’t actually a big deal. Lennox wasn’t quite sure what she was offering to Kaia in terms of their friendship, but she liked to think that she was fiercely loyal to her best friend. She nearly ended up on the Wall of Shame at an apartment for punching a girl who Kaia’s ex-boyfriend hooked up with while they were still dating. It was a drunken mess and Lennox didn’t go back until a few weeks later when she was sure that something else more dramatic happened at a party there that could trump her moment.

“There’s got to be some sort of saving grace in all of this,” Kaia said, shutting the cover on her notebook. She turned her chair around completely, facing Lennox straight on.

Lennox racked her brain, trying to play along with Kaia’s usual game. If Lennox wanted to complain, she had to expect that Kaia would try to make her find the silver lining in every situation. The trouble with that was that sometimes there just wasn’t a silver lining. Not everything had a bright side. Sometimes things just plain old sucked.

“Well, that Niall Horan kid is in one of my classes,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize that he was in the same major as me.”

“Niall Horan as in the Niall Horan that you’ve been low-key stalking on campus since you nearly made out with him at every single party during the end of freshmen year?” Kaia asked, quirking a brow. “Sounds like a fucking silver lining to me.”

Lennox shook her head, rolling over so she was laying on her stomach. “Not quite,” she said, sighing. “I’m about 90% sure that he’s been dating that Hattie girl since last year. They’re everywhere together. I swear to god, they’re like fucking conjoined twins or something.”

Kaia snorted, rolling her eyes at Lennox’s dramatics. “They could just be friends,” Kaia pointed out. “Have you tried to do any digging?”

“Social media gave me nothing but more pictures of them together,” Lennox said. “I tried asking around last year, but everyone pretty much shrugged, said they didn’t know him, or said that they probably were dating but they didn’t know for sure. It was absolutely useless.”

“Well, regardless of his relationship status, he’s still the silver lining of your awful classes,” Kaia finally said. “No ifs, ands, or buts.”

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

There was an unspoken rule amongst college students that no one should dare to break. College was meant to provide the classroom freedoms that didn’t exist in primary or secondary education. There were no dress codes (Lennox never wanted to hear the word ‘skort’ again), required gym classes, and certainly no seating charts. The latter, however, didn’t matter. College students were creatures of habits. Only a true heathen would try to change their unofficial assigned seat after the first two classes of the semester.

On Monday evening after an excruciatingly long day–one that started off with Lennox having to run to campus because she overslept and resulted in an afternoon nap at her apartment while she was supposed to be getting classwork done–the last place that she wanted to be was her night class. Despite coming home before her class, Lennox couldn’t be bothered with changing out of her borderline pajama like ensemble. It was the trifecta of a college girl's’ essentials: skintight leggings to make her butt look good, an oversized t-shirt that she nicked off of an old boyfriend, and a baseball cap to hide the fact that she hadn’t washed her hair since Friday evening before she went out to a frat party.

Lennox waltzed into class five minutes before the professor arrived, sulking towards the last row in the back corner of the room. If anyone took unofficial assigned seats too seriously, it was Lennox. She lived by the rule that you should choose wisely on the first day of class because that is where you’ll be for the remaining fifteen weeks of the semester. The seat in front of her used to be occupied by a girl that she knew from a biology lab that they had together freshmen year. This day, however, there was somebody new.

Niall Horan decided to fuck up the equilibrium of the classroom and change his seat in the third week of classes. What would normally be punishable by at least two weeks’ worth of glares was met with a small smirk as Lennox looked toward the ceiling to thank the higher power for making this happen. Sure, he might have been dating Hattie Redmond, but what better way to find out than by slowly befriend him throughout the semester?

The first day was a slow start to her end goal of friendship. It was a lecture-centric class with no group work or time to converse with anyone. Before Lennox could even get in a word, Niall had his bag packed and was out of the room. She tried to catch up but gave up when she saw him meet up with Hattie, walking out of the building side by side.

Their class on Wednesday night seemed a little more promising. She purposely arrived early so she could see him walk in, forcing them to at least make eye contact. She leaned back in her seat, switching between catching up on what she missed in one of her group messages and the reading from her class that morning. When Niall walked in, Lennox’s eyes averted upwards, waiting for the moment they locked with his. Sure that she had his attention, she curled the corners of her lips into a faint smile before looking coyly back down at her textbook. The polite route seemed like the way to go, rather than aggressively trying to befriend him (though that could be a later option if her first choice seemed to fail).

The professor lectured nearly the whole class again, but there was something different this time. In the pauses between slides and explanation of the vague points, Lennox heard a faint, muffled voice. She furrowed her brows, slyly looking left and right to see if anyone in the back row was whispering about something. Everyone was looking towards the front of their room, their lips pressed tightly together. Lennox shook her head, convincing herself it must’ve been from another classroom or a figment of her imagination.

Until she heard it again. And again. It wasn’t until there were ten minutes left in class that she realized that the mumbled voice was coming from Niall in front of her. She stopped paying attention to the professor, focusing in on what Niall was muttering between his statements.

“That’s not right, but okay,” Niall mumbled. Lennox stifled her laughter, but it sounded more like a sneeze. Slowly, Niall craned his neck, looking over his shoulder for a split second to flash Lennox a cheeky smile. As far as she was concerned, that was ten steps forward in their one-sided budding friendship. Niall didn’t stick around after class and still met up with Hattie afterwards, but Lennox left class feeling that she and Niall had a little secret, an inside joke that could spark something.

Lennox wasn’t typically this patient. If Niall were somebody she saw regularly at parties, she’d merely take a shot, stumble into him and compliment him on something stupid. She once told a guy that he had nice eyebrows and ended up staying the night at his apartment. Niall, however, either stopped going out or had better taste than the dodgy frat parties that Lennox and her friends liked to attend while they waited for people to turn 21 or get fake IDs. It foiled her usual plans, leading her to use alternative, less drunken methods (unless the opportunity arose).

Something about the fourth week of class made Lennox feel a bit luckier. Sure, she had her fist exam of the semester on a Friday morning at eight, but her night class for the week required group work both days. Lennox played her cool as the professor suggested everyone just work with the people around them. She didn’t bother looking at anyone next to her, staring at the back of Niall’s head while she waited to see if he would turn around. He wasn’t looking around at anyone either, merely staring forward at something.

Fucker, Lennox thought, internally groaning. She rolled her eyes, lifting her hand slowly before she tapped on his shoulder. He turned around, his legs swinging out into the aisle. He quirked a brow, waiting for Lennox to say something.

“Need a partner?” she asked.

“I do, thanks,” he said. “Lennox, yeah?”

“Mhm,” she hummed. “Niall?”

“Yup,” he replied, popping the ‘p’ sound loudly. “Hold on,” he said, sliding out of his seat. He grabbed the desk, turning it around so he was facing Lennox fully. He sat back down, fixing the papers that fell out of order during the move. “Okay, that’s better.”

“I don’t even know where to start with this,” Lennox said, picking up the rubric by the corner before waving it in the air.

“Me either,” Niall said. “I usually wait until I hear everyone else talk about what they’re going to do or for someone to ask the professor for help and eavesdrop on their conversation. Could be considered cheating, but I like to think of it as primary research.”

Lennox snorted. “Very resourceful,” she said, shaking her head at Niall. “I normally strategically place myself around people who look smart so that if the dreaded group work ever comes up, I won’t have to contribute much.”

“It seems that our group of two is going to get us a fantastic grade in this class,” Niall said.

“We’ll be fine,” Lennox assured him. “I might be an occasionally lazy student, but I’m getting my degree dammit and I need this class to graduate next year.”

“I feel you,” Niall agreed. Niall opened his mouth to say something else but soon became distracted by the group to his right. His body perked up, leaning towards them to catch a glimpse of their conversation. The second they were done with their first point, Niall leaned forward towards Lennox. “I have an idea.”

The hardest part of assignments was getting started. The two of them finished nearly half of the group work by the time class was dismissed, everybody filtering out at their own pace. Niall and Lennox packed up together, straightening out their desks before walking out of the room together.

“Don’t skip out on me on Wednesday, okay Lennox?” Niall said, standing back so she could walk out of the room in front of him. “We have to present out absolutely brilliant group work so we can wow the rest of the class.”

Lennox laughed, waiting for Niall to catch up to her before she walked away from the room. “Oh, I’ll be here,” she told him. “Hopefully in something other than leggings and a t-shirt, but I can’t make any promises.”

“Oh, I assumed that was the group’s dress code. That’s what I was going to show up in on Wed–hey Hattie!”

Lennox tried her hardest not to scowl, but she could feel her brows furrow as Niall’s attention averted from their conversation. Hattie stood in her usual spot near a group of high-top tables full of campus newspapers and magazines. She waved at Niall, slipping her iPhone back into the front pocket of her denim shorts. Lennox followed Niall towards Hattie, unsure if she should just say goodbye before she was subjected to the ‘Are they or are they not dating?’ debate up close.

“Hattie, this is Lennox,” Niall said, introducing the two girls. Lennox and Hattie shared the same pathetic wave, both smiling without their teeth in the polite way that girls always seemed to do when they meet someone for the first time.

“Cute shorts,” Lennox said, looking down at Hattie’s distressed cut-offs. She paired them with a blue and white vertical striped off-the-shoulder blouse that Lennox had been eyeing at a boutique the previous month. “I should get going. My friend and I have a hot date with a bottle of wine and tonight’s episode of The Voice.”

“Ooh, I love Adam and Blake,” Hattie chimed in. “Have fun!”

“Isn’t Adam just positively dreamy?” Lennox asked, batting her eyelashes. “Nice meeting you Hattie! I’ll see you Wednesday Niall.”

“See ya Lennox,” Niall replied, slinking his arm around Hattie’s shoulder. Lennox turned quickly on her heels, eyes narrowed forward. She walked the ten minutes to her apartment scuffing the bottom of her sneakers against the sidewalk, kicking pebbles along the way.

Kaia was waiting on Lennox’s couch with a bottle of rosé already opened. The episode was paused, the opening title frozen on the screen. She dropped her backpack next to one of the chairs at the small kitchen table, her shoulders still slumped without the bag weighing her down.

“Get over here bitch, we’re already fifteen minutes behind!” Kaia chirped. “I’ll pour the wine.”

“Fill it up!” Lennox cheered, kicking off her sneakers quickly before hopping over the arm of the couch to sit next to Kaia. “I wonder if tonight will be the night where Adam and Blake finally kiss…” she said, her voice trailing off into a giggle.

“I hope so,” Kaia sighed. “There’s so much tension between them.”

“So, I have a Niall Horan update,” Lennox said, holding out her hand for Kaia to pass the glass to. “He changed his seat in class and is now sitting in front of me.”

“And?” Kaia asked, settling back down onto her side of the sofa.

“We got partnered up for group work, which was all fine and dandy,” Lennox explained, pausing to take a sip of her wine. “And then mid-conversation on our walk out of class, he saw Hattie and introduced me to her.”

Kaia winced. “Ouch.”

“He put his arm around her shoulder and I have no fucking clue if they’re dating or not,” Lennox groaned. “This is ridiculous but I can’t just ask him.”

“Saturday Night Lennox could,” Kaia pointed out.

“Ah yes, but Saturday Night Lennox cannot meet Niall Horan because she will do stupid things that would make class very uncomfortable,” she replied. “So, now I’m stuck over analyzing his friendship-slash-relationship until I can figure it out myself. Maybe I should follow them sometime.”

“Maybe you should hush, drink your wine, and let me unpause this so we can watch some auditions,” Kaia suggested, nudging Lennox gently in the side with her elbow.

“Ugh, fine,” Lennox said. “But we’re talking during commercials!”

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Niall Horan was, by far, the worst person to sit behind during class. He didn’t throw things over his shoulder or draw attention to the back of the room while Lennox tried to spend the boring parts of the lecture scrolling through her Instagram feed. He was, however, an absolute menace.

On the outside, Niall appeared to be a fairly normal guy. His demeanor was unimposing, too chill to be an issue. Lennox had never been in a class with him before, so she couldn’t be sure whether this was a regular occurrence or a special treat because of the class or professor. Throughout class, Niall would mumble snarky comments to himself about what the professor was saying, only loud enough that Lennox could hear. Or at least, she was the only person who didn’t pretend not to hear them. At least five times a class she had to stifle her laughter, trying to pass it off as a coughing fit to avoid a stern glare from the professor.

It was impossible to pay attention with Niall muttering things under his breath, let alone keep a straight face. She, without a fail, would smack Niall between the shoulders if he seemed to be going overboard during class, not that it ever stopped him from making the comments. In fact, it might have served as motivation for him.

They were six weeks into the class and had a midterm coming up in a couple of weeks. Lennox couldn’t focus on what the professor was saying about the structure of the exam, too preoccupied by listening to whatever nonsense Niall would whisper under his breath.

“I’m going to kill you!” she squealed, shoving his shoulder hard enough to separate them as they walked out of class side by side. “You’re going to be the reason why I fail this class and never graduate college. I’m going to be a student forever!”

“Lennox Sloane, you’re being very dramatic right now,” Niall told her, rolling his eyes. “I’m trying to make the class more enjoyable for you and now you’re putting the blame on me for a hypothetical failing grade? That is just plain rude.”

“You’re just plain rude for trying to distract me during class!” she argued, her palm pressed against his shoulder, seconds away from shoving his body away from hers again. “I need to do well on the midterm! How am I supposed to know what’s going on in class with you making some salty-ass comments about god knows what?”

“You live for my comments, don’t deny it,” he said. “Don’t act like you’re the only one who needs to do well! I lose out on class material too trying to think of those things to say.”

“Well shit, that’s not my fault!” she said, snorting. “All I’m saying is that if I have anything less than a B on my midterm, there will be consequences that I will make you face. Mark my words.”

Niall shuddered, pretending to be terrified by her empty threat. “I’m shaking in my boots,” he deadpanned.

By this point they would have split ways, each on their way to their respective destinations. Instead, they stood by the high-top round tables that Hattie usually occupied, neither seeming like they were in any rush to get moving.

“Where’s Hattie today?” Lennox asked, looking around the open area of the building’s atrium.

“Oh, she had some sort of group thing tonight, I don’t know,” Niall replied. “I’m supposed to go meet up with her later.”

“Oh okay,” Lennox replied, nodding. He doesn’t know where she is. That didn’t really mean anything, though. He could’ve just been a terrible boyfriend who didn’t care to know where his girlfriend was. “Well, you know the drill…The Voice is on tonight. Kaia might get mad if I make her miss any of the blind auditions. They’re our favorite part. We like when they make us cry.”

“Cry?” Niall asked, raising his brows. “You cry watching a music competition show?”

“Don’t act all high and mighty,” Lennox said. “First thing, music competition shows are always mega-emotional because these people are all insanely talented and haven’t had it easy. But also, The Voice has these dramatic back stories on some of these contestants and air them before their auditions and there are some real tear-jerkers in there. You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

“Maybe I don’t,” he replied. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your place so you don’t piss your friend off.”

“Both Kaia and I appreciate it,” she said, bowing to him. “Tell Hattie I said hello!”

“Will do,” Niall said. “Hey Lennox, wait,” he added, stopping her as she began to turn on her heels. She pivoted around toward him again,

“What’s up?”

He opened his mouth to say something, leaning in. Before he could get a word out, he shook his head, seeming to stop himself. “Nevermind. I’ll see you on Wednesday,” he said.

“Alright Niall, see ya later,” she said, holding up a peace sign to him before heading towards the doors. She wanted to overanalyze Niall’s last minute decision to not say anything at all with Kaia when she got back to the apartment, but she was certain that her best friend was getting sick of her constantly bringing up Niall.

To be honest, Lennox wasn’t sure where her sudden fixation on Niall came from. Sure, she’d tried more than once to make something happen with him their freshmen year (which he either forgot about or chose not to bring up), but she spent the entirety of their sophomore typically unaware of his existence, unless she spotted him with Hattie around campus. Even then, it was pure curiosity than anything else causing the pique in interest. But now Lennox had no explanation as to why she was beginning to pine after a guy who was potentially in a relationship with the gorgeous girl that he seemed to be inseparable from.

While she and Kaia split a bottle of wine and shed a tear or two watching blind auditions, Lennox’s thoughts drifted periodically to what Niall might have wanted to say. Did he have a question? Was he just bluffing, prepared to make another salty comment just to mess with her? What could he possibly have wanted to say that made him change his mind?

Niall Horan was both to blame for any sleep loss or failing grades on important midterms. That was Lennox’s declaration and she was sticking to it. She was thankful that she didn’t have an early morning class on Tuesdays, making her tossing and turning all night less painful when it came to waking up to her alarm the next morning. Luckily, the restless sleep was a one night only occurrence, partially because Lennox insisted that she, Kaia, and their friends Frieda and Carmen take advantage of Power Hour at a local bar that was lenient with IDs and generous with their pours.

Lennox ended up passed out in her only her tiny denim shorts face down into her mattress, completely bare from the waist up. She wasn’t sure what time they ended up getting home because she ran into a guy she talked to during the previous spring who bought her a few drinks, no doubt in hopes that she would leave with him. Instead, her friends rounded her up and helped her into the back of an Uber before she could do anything she regretted.

The entire night should have been considered a regret. She woke up the next morning reeking of stale alcohol with her makeup still caked onto her face. When she checked the clock, she realized that she only had thirty minutes to shower, eat breakfast, and get ready for her eight a.m. class. She scrambled around the apartment, fighting the urge to vomit every time she made a sudden movement. Why did she convince herself that getting plastered on a Tuesday night was a good idea? Under no circumstances was it ever a good idea to need assistance getting into the back of a car on a run of the mill Tuesday evening. And yet, that was how Lennox spent her evening and there was nothing that was going to change that.

She ended up skipping her class at eight, texting one of the girls she knew in the class that she wasn’t feeling well so she could ask to borrow her notes. Lennox hoped that she hadn’t seen any of her drunk Snaps before she got a chance to delete them that morning. Lennox was only slightly ashamed to admit that she had two iced coffees and a massive breakfast sandwiches delivered to her apartment through Postmates, too hungover to attempt to make her own breakfast.

If the midterm in her night class wasn’t coming up, Lennox would have skipped her full day of classes entirely to lounge in her bed and watch Law and Order: Special Victims Unit all day until her roommates got home from work and classes. Instead, she attempted to make herself somewhat presentable, trying to shower away her sins from the night before. Why she ever thought to mix liquors and beer was beyond her, but she was certainly feeling it in the pit of her stomach and the pounding in her head.

Lennox piled damp hair into a bun on the top of her head, her face free of makeup aside the concealer underneath her eyes. Her outfit was something that she would sleep in any other night, a pair of leggings and an old ratty sweatshirt from her older brother’s college. The fall weather was starting to make nights chillier, the entire campus easing out their fall wardrobe (aside from guys, they worked the tragic combination of cargo shorts and flip-flops all year round).

She strolled into class only a few minutes before it started, dragging her feet behind her as she made her way to the back of the room. When she and Niall made eye contact as she walked down the aisle, he cocked his head to the side, raising a brow in confusion. Lennox groaned as she sat down, immediately slumping down into her seat.

“You doing okay back there?” Niall asked, turning around in his seat. “You look like hell, no offense.”

“Plenty taken,” she scoffed. “I feel horrendous. Power Hour and beyond got the best of me.”

Niall winced. “Ouch,” he hissed. “Suppose I shouldn’t ask you for a drink tonight then, huh?”

Drink? With Niall? Lennox cursed her bare face, hoping that her cheeks didn’t go completely red without any foundation on them. “Don’t even mention the word ‘drink’ around me,” she said. “I’m never drinking again.”

“So I won’t see you at the Kappa Sigma party on Friday? Or Sigma Nu on Saturday? Or–”

“I get it, I get it, I go to a lot of parties,” Lennox groaned. “Hey wait, how do you know that?”

Niall shrugged. “That’s where we met freshman year,” he said. “Plus, I have friends who talk. You’re quite the hit.”

“Not sure if that’s a good thing or not,” Lennox admitted.

“Oh shit, not like that,” Niall immediately said, his cheeks flushing a faint shade of pink. “Are you aware that there are fights about which team gets to have you for Flip Cup? I’ve heard people have even paid to make sure that they have you for a guaranteed victory.”

Lennox snorted. “It’s true, I am a not-so-secret weapon,” she said.

“I’d believe it,” he said.

“When did you stop going to parties?” Lennox asked. “I stopped seeing you them at the beginning of fall semester sophomore year.”

Niall shrugged. “Not sure, really,” he admitted. “Hattie doesn’t really go to parties so…I don’t know. I normally just pregame with some friends and chill at my apartment.”

Lennox nodded. “Cool,” she replied. “Well, you know, if you ever need to find me on a weekend, you know where.”

“Maybe I’ll have to tag along sometime, for old time’s sake,” he said, winking at Lennox.

She pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say after that. She was saved by the bell, or rather, their professor walking into the room. Inwardly, she let out a sigh of relief, watching as Niall spun back around towards the front of the classroom. The professor spent a majority of the class lecturing on new material, his overpowering voice making Lennox’s head pound even harder. By the end of the class, he was reminding everybody about the midterm in two weeks. Everyone collectively groaned, earning a hearty laugh from their professor.

Lennox rubbed her temples as the classroom began to empty out. Niall remained seated, packing his backpack up slowly. She saw him take a peek at her as he bent down to put away his notebook, his eyes watching her curiously.

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” he finally asked, turning around completely.

“Feeling like a million bucks,” she told him. “Can I Uber back to my apartment?”

Niall laughed, shaking his head at Lennox. “Come here,” he said, standing up. He stood in the aisle next to Lennox, facing her with his arms outstretched. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“Just my big breakfast,” she replied. “I was too lazy to make lunch or dinner.”

He rolled his eyes, flexing his fingers to get her attention. “C’mon, we’re getting something to eat. I’m starving,” he said, offering a hand to help her up.

“Alright,” she sighed, taking his hands. “Can I request chicken fingers and french fries?”

“Onion rings too?”

“A man after my own heart,” Lennox joked.

Most things on campus closed around six when most of the commuters left, leaving very few options for Niall and Lennox to dine without venturing off campus. They ended up at a place called Rusty’s, one of the few places on campus that took dining dollars and meal swipes aside from the dining halls. They sat at a small table near the bar, watching the red light blink on the buzzer as they waited for their food.

Lennox sipped quietly on her pop, waiting for Niall to finish up a text he was sending. She made sure her roommates knew that she was coming home late, omitting the part about grabbing a bite to eat with Niall. They knew all about him and she was certain if they found out where she was, she’d get far too many eggplant emojis sent her way and one thousand prying questions the moment she walked through the door. Besides, this was just friends getting food. Hattie was probably busy that night or waiting for Niall back at his place. For all Lennox knew, he was just killing time before he went to meet up with her somewhere.

She tried to shake it out of her mind, focusing on anything else. Luckily, Niall set his phone down at the moment their buzzer went off.

“I got ‘em,” he told her, sliding out of his chair before walking back towards the front counter. Lennox didn’t even argue, stretching her legs out underneath the table while Niall was gone. She scrolled through her message notifications, letting Kaia know that she was, indeed, feeling slightly better than she was this morning, but not much. She ignored her reply asking her what she was up to, choosing to wait until she was back in her apartment so she wasn’t lying when she said she was just chilling at home.

Niall balanced the tray full of their food, maneuvering through the tables until he was able to set it down in front of Lennox. “Okay, so I wasn’t sure if you wanted ketchup so I got a lot,” he told her, pointing to the smattering of ketchup packets filling the empty space on the tray.

“I like it, but please tell me you’re not one of those heathens that puts the ketchup directly on the french fries instead of dipping them in,” Lennox said, immediately picking up a fry and taking a bite from it.

“I’m offended you’d even ask, of course not,” he replied. “You’ve got me all wrong, Lennox.”

“Just call me Len, but never Lenny,” she told him. “Much easier to yell.”

“Is that so?” he asked, wriggling his brows.

“Oh god, not like that,” she groaned. “Like…I don’t know, it was easier when I played sports in high school! I’m just not going to say anything. I’m eating my dinner in silence.”

Niall laughed, ripping open a few packets of the ketchup. He squirted them onto the edge of his plate, immediately picking one of the onion rings up to dip it in. “This dinner would be very boring if it was just the two of us eating. I might have to start talking to the food.”

“Be my guest, weirdo,” Lennox snorted, ripping off a piece of a chicken finger. “So that midterm is going to destroy my soul.”

“I’m not ready for that class to complete fuck me yet, but I think it might happen after that exam,” Niall agreed. “We should study next week considering it’s clear that neither of us are ready to tackle it on our own and as far as I know, we don’t have any other friends in the class to mooch answers and notes off of.”

“Ugh, biggest mistake this semester was buddying up with you and not one of the smart people in the first couple of rows,” Lennox said, smirking before folding a fry into her mouth.

“That was hurtful,” Niall said, clutching a hand to his chest. “I’m going to revoke my studying invitation.”

“Aw, don’t do that Niall,” Lennox whined. “Study after class on Monday?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he said.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Lennox and Niall were fully equipped when they scoped out their nook on the only floor of the library that wasn’t a quiet zone. Lennox provided the caffeine and water while Niall took care of sustenance. They took up an entire table for six with just their belongings, laying out their textbooks, notebooks, and articles from the professor amongst their feast.

Their professor lectured the entire class about one of the last lessons listed on their study guide from the week before. Lennox tried to pay attention the whole time, but she could feel her mind drifting elsewhere periodically. There were holes in her notes that she hoped Niall’s notes could fill. His muttering during class had significantly decreased, but Lennox had a feeling that it would come back around after the stress of the midterm relinquished its grasp on them.

“What coffee did you get?” Niall asked, picking up the cup to the right of Lennox’s notebook. Before she could tell him, he picked it up and took a sip, scrunching his nose. “Is this shit black?”

“Sometimes I like black coffee!” she argued, grabbing her cup back from him. “Not my fault you needed sixteen shots of caramel in yours.”

“It wasn’t sixteen,” he muttered. “My coffee tastes happier than yours, by far.”

Lennox rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her perfectly normal drink. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said. “I like black coffee and you drink gross, warm beer. To each their own, my friend.”

“Don’t you even try to compare beer to coffee,” he replied. “Come on, black coffee is on a whole other level of gross.”

“Agree to disagree,” she said. “Are we going to debate beer and black coffee right now or are we going to study so we can pass this course?”

“I don’t know, this debate is pretty important,” he joked. “Fine, fine, want to start going through the study guide and filling it out? I’ll set up a Google Doc for us to share. What’s your e-mail?”

“Just my first and last name at G-Mail,” she told him.

“Lennox…Sloane,” he said slowly, his fingers tapping against the keyboard. “Okay, sent!”

Lennox opened up her e-mail invitation, clicking on the link to bring her to their shared document. While she flipped to the front of her notebook, she heard Niall’s keyboard again, his giggles taking up the space between the clicks of the keys. Lennox ignored him, finding the section of the notes that corresponded with the first point on the study guide. She looked back towards her screen to make sure she was in the right place, but her eyes drifted to a message written in red Comic Sans at the top of the page.

Fuck u Sloane

She shook her head, immediately highlighting Niall’s message to her and erasing it. In its place, she used Georgia in an aqua color, typing something else for Niall.

Suck a dick :P

Niall snorted, clearing out her message before adding a new one of his own.

Right back atcha

Is that an invitation?

Naughty…

Lennox was glad she was wearing foundation that day, her cheeks surely flushed beneath the layers of makeup.

What do you call sexting through Google Docs?

Niall snorted, nearly kicking Lennox’s shin under the table. She smirked to herself, waiting to see if Niall would reply and continue their game.

Not sure if sexting has gotten that advanced yet.

True, guys still think that unsolicited dick pics are the best that they can do.

Heyyyyyyyyyyy (That’s supposed to be a secret)

Pretty shit secret if you ask me

Rude. Invitation has been revoked.

Thank GOD.

“Double rude,” Niall said, erasing their entire conversation so their study guide wasn’t tainted with their…conversation. Lennox didn’t even know what that was. Playful banter? Flirting? She tried to shake it out of mind, doubling down on actually getting a semblance of studying done that night. The longer they sat at the table trying to compare notes to fill out the guide, the clearer it became that their legitimate studying was going to have to be done when they were separated. Sure, they got a majority of the study guide filled out, but it took nearly three hours to finish a page and a half because of all of their pissing around.

Lennox and Niall were in hysterics as they walked out of the library, both clutching their stomachs. Niall had tried to throw their garbage out and missed entirely, his coffee spilling out onto the tile floor next to the trash can. In his attempt the retrieve the spilled cup, he slipped on the coffee and fell straight onto his ass. Where Lennox would have been beyond embarrassed, Niall laughed so loud that somebody peeked their head out to glare at him.

“Sorry man!” Niall told him before pushing himself off the floor. “Oh yeah, you’re enjoying this, now aren’t you?” he asked. That was around the time they both burst into laughter and moved their fit to outside of the library’s doors.

“Okay okay okay, in all seriousness, are you okay?” Lennox asked.

“Not sure. Might need you to check my ass for bruising,” he said.

“Nice try,” Lennox said, shoving his shoulder to push him away from her. “You can examine your own ass in a mirror at your apartment.”

“Worth a try,” he joked. “So, same place Wednesday after class?”

“We’re never going to get any actual studying done, you know that, right?” she asked.

“Oh, I know,” he replied. “So…”

“I’ll pencil you in,” she told him. “You know, you should feel very special. I missed watching The Voice tonight for this.”

“You really made a huge sacrifice to be here tonight, thank you Lennox,” Niall deadpanned.

“Asshole,” she snorted. “Alright, well, it’s getting fucking cold out here, so I think I’m going to sprint to my apartment now to get warm again.”

Niall laughed, shoving his hands into the pocket of his shearling lined denim jacket. “Alright Len, see you on Wednesday.”

“You too,” she said, taking a few steps backwards before turning completely on her heels. She had only taken a dozen steps before she heard Niall’s voice calling her name. When she turned around, he was still standing with his hands in his pocket, his upper body turned towards her. “Forget something?”

“Yeah, uh, could you just text me when you get home?” he asked. “Just to make sure…ya know.”

“Okay Niall,” she said, waving and she spun back around. “Have a good night!” she called out with her back turned to him. She smiled at the ground beneath her feet, the bounce her step not lost on her.

Niall was a shitty study partner, but Lennox wasn’t much better either. Their study sessions on Wednesday after class and Sunday afternoon weren’t much more productive than Monday night in the library. At least their study guide was completed with more details than they could wrap their heads around. Because of the excess of information, both of them seemed to lose interest less than an hour into trying to learn the material. The conversation would start to drift further away from the course, veering off into stories about party fouls, their friends (mutual or not), and their other classes that week.

On Sunday, Niall greeted Lennox with the largest cup of coffee she’d ever seen in her life and a small pill bottle full of ibuprofen. She was, as he suspected, not in the best shape. Her head was still pounding and there was still the feeling of needing to vomit lingering in the pit of her stomach. But hangover be damned, she was making it to study with Niall. It was all Kaia could tease her about the night before, pulling Lennox away from every guy she was trying to talk to. Granted, Kaia would’ve pulled her away from the guys in general (friends don’t let friends make mistakes like that), but she would always giggle something about not wanting be with anyone but Niall.

Lennox had caved and told Kaia about their partnering up to prepare for the midterm. She might as well have told her they were having wild sex right on the table at the library by the way Kaia reacted to the news. It was all she could talk about. Even when Lennox rolled out of bed and ran into Kaia in the kitchen (she’d passed out on their couch rather than going back to her own apartment across town), she wiggled her eyebrows and asked if Lennox was up so early so she could be with her “beloved Niall.” It was the reason she didn’t cancel, but that was beside the point.

It seemed only appropriate since they’d suffered through the trouble of studying together that they’d celebrate finishing the exam as well. Niall had finished before Lennox, giving her a small wave as he’d walked out of the room. Lennox was on her final essay question, her hand starting to cramp up the closer she got to the bottom of the page. She nearly let out a sigh of relief as she finished off her conclusion, setting her pen down with a loud click against the desk. The professor gave her a nod of acknowledgement as she handed over her exam sheet, hiking up her backpack so it stopped falling off of her shoulder. There were a few students still taking their exams as she walked out of the room, happy to be finished not only with the exam, but half of the course.

“Lennox!”

She jumped, her heart beginning to race. She spotted Niall sitting at a chair across from the classroom, hopping out of his seat when he saw her.

“Why are you still here?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Thought we should get celebratory drinks,” he said. “Unless you’re still feeling the drinks you had this weekend.”

“I could probably handle a drink or two,” she told him. “You sure?”

“Fuck yeah, need a drink after that exam,” he said. “You okay to go from here or do you need to go back to your apartment?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine,” she told him. “Fina’s?”

“Is there any dodgy off campus bar better than Fina’s?” he asked. “Worst beer in the city.”

“Cheapest beer in the city,” she corrected him. “First round’s on me!”

Lennox recognized some of the faces at the bar when they walked up to grab their side-by-side seats at the end of the wrap-around counter. Some of them were tenured professors, others the younger adjuncts that she’d had for a random elective here and there. Then there was the two token 21-year-olds settling into the corner of the bar, celebrating the halfway mark of the semester and completion of a midterm from hell.

As promised, she ordered the first round of drinks, flashing her ID to the bartender before he started to fill the cups with the cheapest beer on draft. They both clinked together the rims of their glasses, already laughing before they took the first sip.

“So bad,” Niall complained, going back into for a second sip.

“The worst,” Lennox agreed. “Speaking of the worst…the exam was a piece of shit and I hate that class.”

Niall snorted, setting his beer down on a bar napkin. “That study guide was useless,” he said. “All of that half-assed studying for nothing!”

“Students of the year right here,” she said. “I’m just glad it’s over and now we’re almost done with the semester. Kind of.”

“Still another seven or eight weeks to go,” Niall reminded her.

“Well which is it?” she asked, raising her brows. Niall hesitated to answer, taking a sip of his beer instead. “Oh my god, Niall do you not know when this semester ends?”

“Sometime early December,” he replied with a shrug. “Don’t give me that look! I have other things to remember.”

“Mhm, okay, like what?” she asked, pursing her lips.

“You know, stuff,” he mumbled. “I dunno!”

Lennox snorted. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she said.

“Aw, thanks Len,” Niall cooed. “You’re much too kind.”

“You’re starting to become a massive pain in my ass,” she said, wagging her finger at him. “You’re a major distraction in class, what with all of your smartass comments.”

“The one’s you constantly laugh at? Yeah, I can hear your snickers, even if you try to be quiet,” he said. Lennox rolled her eyes, ignoring Niall’s observation. Before either of them could say anything else, Niall’s phone vibrated on the bar. He flipped it over to look at the front screen, the screen showing a call from Hattie. Instead of answering, he merely ignored the call and flipped his phone back over.

Lennox felt her stomach tie into knots. Why was Niall ignoring his girlfriend? There was an overwhelming amount of guilt that washed over her when the realization hit. Even if these drinks were strictly platonic, Niall still probably had a girlfriend and as far as Lennox knew, he had blown her off last week on Monday and Wednesday after class and now tonight.

“Ah, you know what, I’m really sorry Niall but I think that I might still be nursing that hangover,” Lennox said, bringing her hand down to graze her stomach. “I think I should probably call it a night.”

“Wha–okay,” he stuttered. “Can I walk you home?”

“I’m fine. You can finish up my beer,” she said, motioning to her half-full glass. “I’ll see you in class on Wednesday.”

“Yeah, okay, see you Wednesday,” Niall muttered, chugging the rest of his beer.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Lennox didn’t know why she did it. After class on Wednesday, instead of waiting for Niall, she bolted. She mentally cursed him for calling her name, practically jogging to catch up with her before she could push through the doors leading to the exit.

“Len, where ya going?” he asked, the sound of his footsteps ceasing. She let out a sigh, turning on her heels so she was facing him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to chase after you. I just…I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry Niall, I made plans with Kaia to work on a paper at her apartment and she gets mad if I’m late,” Lennox lied. In truth, Kaia was already at Lennox’s apartment because she tended to hang out there most of the day after classes. She might as well move in rather than keeping her cheaper apartment across town where she lived with two people she wasn’t even close with.

“Oh okay, sorry to keep you,” he apologized. “I guess I’ll see you Monday then?”

“Yeah, Monday,” she said hurriedly, waving briefly before she bolted out of the door. She felt awful blowing Niall off, but she wasn’t sure how to act around him. She didn’t want him ignoring Hattie when she was around. Lennox hadn’t even seen Hattie waiting around for Niall in weeks, not since before they started studying for midterms. They used to be attached at the hip. It was rare to spot either of them on campus without one another. And now he was ignoring her calls while he was out for drinks with Lennox and lord knows what else.

Lennox tried not to overthink it, not at least until she had Kaia sitting in front of her ready to listen to her barrage of venting. She was in serious need of girl talk, one over a big glass of wine with somebody who wasn’t going to judge or steer her in the wrong direction.

Kaia could sense Lennox’s frustration the second she walked into the living room, groaning the entire time it took for her to open a fresh bottle of wine.

“I’ll get the glasses,” she announced, standing on the tips of her toes to get the nice glasses from the top of the cupboards. Lennox poured them a generous amount each, motioning for Kaia to follow her back to her room. Kaia grabbed the glasses while Lennox carried the rest of the wine. The second the door to Lennox’s room shut behind them, Kaia handed her a glass and plopped down onto the edge of her bed. Lennox sat in her light blue desk chair, immediately taking a long sip of her drink.

“Spill,” Kaia instructed.

“Niall Horan,” Lennox grumbled.

“You’re going to need to be more specific dear,” Kaia said. “What has he done?”

“Well, we’ve been hanging out and what not as you know,” she started. “And the other day we were out for drinks and I saw that Hattie was calling him and he flat out ignored her call instead of like…texting her and telling her he was busy. I don’t know, it rubbed me the wrong way. And then I realized I hadn’t seen her in a while and that made me paranoid that he was blowing off time with his girlfriend for me?”

Kaia nodded, pursing her lips while she took in what Lennox had explained. “Are they definitely dating?” she asked.

“Well I mean, I never asked,” she replied. “But it’s heavily implied.”

“Could they have broken up?”

“Ew, so I’m a rebound? Pass.”

“I’m just saying,” Kaia replied, rolling her eyes. “Lennox, you’re looking too far into this. You and Niall and friends and while you might have thought it was rude that he ignored his maybe girlfriend’s call, he might have thought it would be rude to you to answer it or text her in the middle of having drinks with you.”

“Oh,” she breathed out. “I suppose that’s true.”

“Yeah you big ole worrier!” Kaia said, grinning at Lennox. “Now, since we’ve only covered about half of your worries, what else is going on?”

“What do you mean only half?” she asked.

“Oh come on, I still see that look in your eyes. There’s more to say,” Kaia replied. “Tell me more, Leonard.”

Lennox rolled her eyes at her freshmen year nickname, flipping off her best friend. “That was all that was bothering me,” she said. Kaia raised her brows, peering over the rim of her wine glass as she took a sip. Her glare told Lennox that Kaia knew she was full of shit. It was going to be a long night if Lennox didn’t start talking, but she wasn’t even sure of anything. Her feelings were a tangled mess, a dangerous web that would no doubt end in somebody being hurt, most likely herself.

“Fine, if you’re not going to talk, I’m going to do it for you,” Kaia grumbled. “I think you like Niall Horan. More than you did freshmen year when all you wanted to do was shove your tongue down his throat and take him back to your room.”

“But he probably most likely has a girlfriend,” Lennox whined. “I hate that I don’t even fucking know. Like, it’s driving me absolutely nuts.”

“Just call him and ask,” Kaia said.

“I can’t just ask him that!” Lennox hissed. “I’m not calling Niall at all. I think I just need a break from him.”

Kaia rolled her eyes. “Leonard, you’re being ridiculous right now,” she said. “If I didn’t love you, I’d smack you upside the head.”

“You smack me upside the head all of the time,” Lennox reminded her. “Look, even if you say that it’s not complicated, for me it is. I…I dunno K, I really don’t.”

“Awww babe,” Kaia cooed. She leaned forward, reaching towards my desk to set down her glass of wine. “I’m sorry everything’s a mess right now. Wanna get frozen yogurt? My treat? It’ll make you feel better! It’s the best way to forget about your problems, especially boy problems.”

Lennox nodded, taking one final sip of her wine. They both put on jackets from Lennox’s closet, bundling up to brace the fall nighttime breeze. The conversation shifted away from Niall to their plans for the weekend. Kaia mentioned a few different parties that the frats were having, but none of them sounded all that interesting to Lennox. There was always the option of pre-gaming at her apartment and heading for the clubs, just with a smaller group than usual.

The list of weekend plans continued as they walked around the corner to the main street. Lennox’s rent certainly reflected the close proximity to one of the main drags in the city, but the convenience of being able to walk around the corner from her building to have access to food and entertainment was well worth it.

Lennox and Kaia knew the girls who were on working the counter at Berry Berry, which meant too many free samples and a generous employee discount. Lennox and Kaia took up their usual spot on the hot pink tufted sofa that faced the floor to ceiling window looking out onto the street. They shared their concoctions with each other–Lennox went the mega sweet route while Kaia went from something lighter and fruity–while they enjoyed the unique mix of 90s pop and mid-2000s punk rock.

“Hey! Look, isn’t that Hattie?” Kaia asked, interrupting their moment of peace.

Lennox squinted, her eyes averting to the girl standing on the opposite side of the window. “Shit, yeah,” she confirmed, hoping Niall wasn’t nearby. Instead, she was greeted by somebody else much taller and blonder than Niall. She nearly dropped her cup when she saw the guy bend down for a kiss, which Hattie obliged to.

“Holy shit,” Lennox said.

“Well this just got interesting,” Kaia commented, spooning a large glob of frozen yogurt into her mouth.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

How do you tell somebody that their girlfriend is cheating on them?

How do you nicely let your guy friend know that you saw their maybe girlfriend kissing another guy outside of Berry Berry?

GPA calculator

How to nicely break it to someone that you saw their girlfriend kissing someone else?

Lennox’s search history was an absolute mess. It had been three weeks and she didn’t know how to process what she had seen. Either she had seen Hattie cheating on Niall or she had just witnessed a completely normal and not morally wrong kiss. How was Lennox supposed to bring it up now? Oh hey Niall, are you and Hattie dating? Why? Oh because I saw her kissing somebody that wasn’t you. Oh yeah, you are dating? Sweet, good luck with that.

She felt awful distancing herself from Niall, but she wasn’t sure what else to do. She could feel the confession sitting on the tip of her tongue every time they partnered up for group work in class. Lennox slipped out of the room and disappeared before Niall could track her down to talk after class. She was being a grade A coward and wasn’t afraid to admit it. Ashamed, sure, but this was not the type of confrontation that she wanted to deal with.

Her extensive googling didn’t help her in the slightest. She was given mixed answers, some telling her to mind her own business, others telling her that it would be the right thing to do, especially if he was her friend. It made her head spin, all of the options that she was supposed to follow. The best way to keep herself from becoming too overwhelmed was to subtract Niall from the equation completely, even if that meant losing the most entertaining part of her Mondays and Wednesdays.

After years of hating to be ignored by people, Lennox should have expected that Niall would fight back. She wasn’t sure when it was going to happen, but she had an inkling that he wasn’t going to let her play games and give him the silent treatment out of the blue (from his view, at least).

Lennox packed up her backpack at lightning speed at the end of Wednesday’s class, fully prepared to bolt out of the room to avoid Niall since the Hattie sighting. Before she could even take two steps, Niall stuck his arm out into the aisle, stopping her in her tracks.

“Avoiding me?” he asked.

“I would never do such a thing,” she replied. “Worried that I’ve forgotten about you?”

He laughed, slowly lowering his arm so it fell back at his side. “Something like that,” he said. “Would you wait up for me today?”

She nodded, fingers curling around the straps of her backpack while she waited for him to pack up his own belongings. They were the last two students left in the room, the building seemingly empty after their class let out. Hattie wasn’t waiting for Niall. Lennox wondered if maybe he had found out for himself before she remembered that Hattie hadn’t been around after class since the beginning of the semester.

“So what’s up Lennox?” Niall asked, leaning against the wall right outside of the classroom. They didn’t wander far, standing too close to be face-to-face in Lennox’s opinion.

“Not too much,” she replied. “You know how it can get towards the end of the semester. Lots of projects and what not.”

“Yeah, I understand,” he replied. “Just wanted to make sure. You’ve been…well…kind of weird since we got drinks after midterms?”

“Oh,” she breathed out, pretending to be surprised by his observation. “I hadn’t realized. I’m sorry, things have just been, you know…”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “Well, for what it’s worth, I missed ya and your disgusting black coffee.”

Lennox’s eyes averted from Niall’s gaze to the floor, the heat rising to her cheeks. “You’re an ass,” she finally said, chuckling softly. “You just miss having somebody to pester, don’t you?”

“Duh?” he said, almost as if it were a question. “And, if you’ll have me, I’d love to pester you this weekend. We’re having a pre-game at my place before we head out to a party on Saturday. It won’t be a frat party, so do you think you’d consider going to just a regular old apartment party?”

“I go to non-frat parties, dweeb,” she scoffed. “I suppose I could come to your pre-game. Is it cool if my friends come?”

“The more the merrier,” he replied. “So…you’ll be there then?”

“I’ll see you on Saturday.”

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

16 times.

That’s how many times Lennox announced on Saturday that she wasn’t going to Niall’s pre-game. Kaia originally had planned for it to be a drinking game amongst the groups of girls that were getting ready at Lennox’s apartment, but they would have for sure gotten some kind of alcohol poisoning only an hour into the night. Still, she kept count, marking tallies in lipstick on the mirror until their friend Mickie told Lennox to “shut the fuck up.”

Her room was torn apart, clothing piled up in tiny dunes across every surface. She couldn’t see her bedding beneath the sea of jeans, crop tops, body suits, and dresses that she decided were not worthy. For a solid half an hour, she had sat in the middle of her mess in just her bra and thong, internally panicking about the night. Or at least, she tried to keep it internalized. Instead, panic struck across her face, rendering her absolutely useless.

She was overthinking everything. What did it matter if Niall invited her over to his apartment? They were friends. That’s what friends did. Hattie would be there and Niall would be all over her as he should be because they were probably most likely dating. Well, at least until Niall found out that Hattie was kissing somebody else. Unless that was their arrangement?

That was the moment Lennox decided that she needed to be absolutely sloshed. There was no chance at over-thinking everything if she could barely see straight. She enlisted the help of her friends to get her dressed and finish her makeup, declaring that she was going to take at least three shots before they left for Niall’s and that there was nothing that any of them could do to stop her. And they tried. They attempted to replace her vodka shots with water, but she ended up locking herself in her room with the bottle and a shot glass, counting out each as she took them.

Kaia was the only one who could drag Lennox out of her room, coaxing her into the bathroom so she could do last minute touch-ups. She’d ended up wearing her typical party uniform, a pair of skintight black jeans ripped at the knees and a long-sleeved black bodysuit with a plunging-v. Kaia expertly smoked out her makeup, adding a nude gloss over her lips to perfect Lennox’s pout. She examined herself in the mirror, fluffing her loosely curled hair before smirking.

“You good now?” Kaia asked.

“Totes,” she said. “Who’s calling the Uber?”

“I got it,” Kaia said, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “Round up the troops!”

It took five minutes to wrangle up all of the girls, everyone gathering near the door. They ordered an XL car that was only a minute or two away from the building. They shuffled into the elevator, everyone taking their final selfies before their Snap stories became absolute drunken messes full of embarrassing videos and potentially incriminating photos, ones that would certainly be screenshotted for future blackmail (more like Instagram collages or birthday posts on social media).

Lennox ignored the text from Niall asking if she was on her way. Kaia caught her smiling at her phone’s screen, peering over her shoulder to see what the fuss was about. She nudged Lennox’s arm, trying to get her attention. When Lennox looked over, Kaia was wiggling her eyebrows and making kissy faces. Lennox merely rolled her eyes, settling back into her seat while she waited for the drive to end.

One of the girls knew the code to the building, punching in the numbers as fast as possible so they didn’t have to stand out in the cold for much longer. His apartment was on the third floor towards the back of the building. There was no question where the pre-game was, the music echoing down the hall. The group was met with loud cheers and a heavy bass when they walked into the apartment. There were probably ten or so guys spread throughout the overlapping kitchen and living room. Lennox’s eyes scanned their faces until she spotted Niall popping the cap open of a beer bottle.

Kaia poked Lennox in the small of her back, making her jump. Lennox glared at her friend, swatting her hand away. “What?” she hissed.

“Go get your man!” she said. “You look hot and if Niall doesn’t see that, I’m sure one of the four guys that are currently whispering about you now would gladly take his place.” The second Lennox’s eyes snapped to where Kaia was pointed, the guys all looked away, taking sips of their drinks.

“Whatever,” she grumbled. “Who took the drinks from my place?”

“Red,” Kaia said, referring to their friend Diana aptly nicknamed for her fiery locks. “Lennox, be smart!”

“Yeah yeah,” she said, craning her neck to spot Diana and her trusty backpack that always served as the transport for their drinks. Lennox grabbed a Twisted Tea, pulling the tab open with ease. She planned on meeting up with Kaia again, sponging onto her best friend to put off seeing Niall. Her plan was, no surprise, foiled by Niall himself.

“Len, you made it!” he announced, holding his arms wide open for a hug. Lennox wondered if he tried to get himself purposely drunk early in the night too or if he was just this friendly always. “Was going to ask if you needed a drink but it appears you’ve got that covered.”

“Always travel with my own stash,” she said, gently shaking the full tall can back and forth.

“Well, if you want something other than that, I’ve got some liquor in my room that I suppose I could share with you,” he said.

“Secret shots before the party?” she asked, quirking a brow.

He nodded. “Sounds like a bad idea to me,” he said. “Find me before we go and we’ll do them, yeah?”

There wasn’t any need for Lennox to find Niall before they left for the party. They hardly separated the entire night. He fought to have her on his Flip Cup team (he agreed to do his roommate’s laundry for a week), stayed to her left when they decided to switch over to the dice game, and plopped down onto the sofa next to her when she decided to take a water break. The more they drank, the harder it became to pry them away from each other.

“Lennox is a funny name,” Niall said, giggling into her ear as they took a break from the action of the pregame. Somebody had started up a game of beer pong, one that they had no interest in partaking in or watching.

“Niall is an even funnier name,” she replied. “Buncha silly names around here.”

“Len…nox…” he said slowly, drawing out the syllables for dramatic effect. “It’s a nice name though.”

“Thanks,” she said. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten. We should probably get going to the party…” he pointed out. “Still wanna take a shot with me?”

“I promised, didn’t I?” she replied. “Tell everyone we’re going soon. It’s going to take my friends at least ten minutes to fix their makeup before they head downstairs to the party.”

Niall stood where he had been sitting on the couch, cupping his hands around his mouth to create a makeshift megaphone. “It’s party time!” he yelled. “We’re leaving in ten! It’s on the first floor here!”

Lennox giggled at Niall’s announcement, finding humor in everything she could. He nearly tumbled off of the couch when he tried to get down, losing his footing on the edge. Instead of being embarrassed, he merely laughed, his voice cutting through the music.

Niall held out his hand to Lennox, wiggling his fingers until she gave in and slid her hand into his. He squeezed gently, leading her through everyone until they disappeared deeper into the apartment. They stumbled down the hall before Niall tugged them into a room off to the right. He flicked the switch to turn on the overhead light before shutting the door behind them.

“Your room is so clean,” she commented, looking around at its spotless nature, much different than her disaster she called a room. “Do you have accent pillows?”

“They look nice, don’t they?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at her. He knelt down in front of his dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer that was full of beer and bottles of liquor. Lennox had a stash of her own, hiding her favorite bottles of wine and splurge-worthy vodkas at the top of her closet so she didn’t have to share them unless she wanted to. “What are we taking shots of?”

“Whatever,” she said, sitting down on the edge of his bed. She immediately pressed her palms against the mattress, subconsciously working out how comfortable it was. Firm, but not too firm–focus Lennox! “Make it double.”

“You trying to blackout tonight?” he asked, stifling a laugh. “Alright Lennox Sloane, double the shots you wild thing.”

“Long week,” she lied. It had been a fairly easy week, but there was no way she was telling Niall now about what had been bothering her for the past three weeks. “Why’s your room so clean?”

“You’re very fascinated by my tidiness,” he said.

“Not sure if you’re aware, but most men are slobs,” she replied. “I once hooked up with a guy who had to fish out plates and empty chip bags out from under his comforter before…you know…”

Niall’s face scrunched up, his lip curling up at the corner. “That’s…fucking disgusting,” he said, chuckling. “I like a clean room.”

“You sure you don’t just clean it every weekend just in case you have visitors?” she asked, wagging her brows at him.

“It’s like this all week, Len,” he said.

“Ooh, you’re prepared all days of the week?” she asked, moving her palms further behind her so she could lean back. “My room’s a mess right now.”

“Why is that?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back against his dresser. A bottle of Fireball sat on the top behind him, along with two empty shot glasses.

She shrugged, looking away from Niall. Or rather, looking away from his broad shoulders and toned muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. “Couldn’t find the right outfit,” she explained.

“I think the outfit you settled on is great, really,” he told her. Lennox looked at him out of the corner of her eye, watching the way his swallowed hard as he eyes struggled to stay focused on her face. “Um, so, shot?” he asked, clearing his throat.

She smirked, pushing herself off of his bed. “Sounds great,” she replied. The alcohol started to make her feel a bit braver. She took a few more steps closer to Niall, leaving little space between their bodies after he had poured the shots. Her eyes averted from his only momentarily while she grabbed the shot glasses from him to ensure she didn’t accidentally spill.

“Cheers,” they said simultaneously, clinking their shot glasses together before tilting their heads back to down the shots. Lennox hissed, her eyes immediately closing as the alcohol ran its course. She could feel the cinnamon burning in her nose, her throat temporarily on fire as she tried to keep the shot down.

“Still want a second?” Niall asked, reaching his arm back to feel around for the bottle. Lennox merely nodded, unable to tears her eyes from the single drop of alcohol glossing over the corner of Niall’s lips. The moment he ran his tongue along his bottom lip was when Lennox forced herself to look away, staring at the ceiling instead. The Fireball smelled even stronger as Niall poured a generous amount into both of their glasses.

Lennox took a deep breath, staring at the amber liquid as it swished back and forth in the glass. They repeated the same process, toasting to the night before taking the second shot in their series. This time Niall was the one to hiss, his lips curling in disgust. Lennox merely laughed, though she wasn’t feeling that much better. A second shot wasn’t the best idea, something she’d surely regret when she couldn’t get out of bed the next morning.

“Heyyy,” Niall whined, grabbing their glasses and setting them behind him. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“S’cute,” she told him, watching the way his face reacted.

“Yeah?” he asked, brows quirked. His stubble looked even darker in the low lighting of his room, dusted perfectly across his jaw. His stare was intense, boring through Lennox as the room started to close in on them.

“Yeah.” Lennox inched forward, her hips leading while the space between their bodies closed. She pushed her chest out, watching Niall’s eyes busy themselves to find someplace else in the room to look.

“Interesting,” he hummed, his hands fidgeting at his sides. His body tensed up, his back rigid as she continued to move closer.

“Do you think anyone has actually left yet?” she asked, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Don’t really care,” he replied, leaning down until their foreheads nearly touched. Lennox froze, her lips parted as Niall started to further bridge the gap between them. She could smell the cinnamon on his breath, fanning across her neck. Niall brought his hand to the side of her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. There was a split second where their lips brushed, enough time for Lennox to snap back to reality.

She turned her head abruptly, stumbling backwards. “I can’t,” she mumbled, her cheeks burning red. “I…I gotta go. I’m sorry Niall.”

Lennox didn’t care what it looked like as she stormed out of Niall’s room, hurrying past everyone that still lingered in the living room instead of heading down the party. Kaia caught onto Lennox’s arm before she could reach the door, stopping her in her tracks.

“I need to leave,” she told her best friend. Instead of arguing with her, Kaia nodded and called an Uber for the two of them to share back to Lennox’s apartment. Kaia didn’t force Lennox to tell her anything about what had happened, though she did ask if it had something to do with Niall. Lennox merely nodded, resting her head on Kaia’s shoulder for the rest of the drive.

As suspected, Lennox spent a majority of the night staring at the toilet water with tears streaming down her face. Kaia helped keep her hair out of her face, rubbing circles into her back while periodically asking if Lennox was alright. She dry-heaved for a short period of time before she finally felt well enough to at least finish taking off her makeup and brush her teeth. Kaia tossed the piles of clothes off of Lennox’s bed, pulling back the covers for her friend. She let Lennox know that she was going to sleep on the couch, leaving her with a full tumbler cup of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on her bedside table.

Lennox felt wretched when she woke up the next morning. Her head felt like it weighed ten tons, her stomach twisting into nauseating knots. She nearly vomited the moment she rolled over onto her stomach, pathetically reaching her arm out to grab the edge of the small trash can underneath her desk. She puked on top of the crumpled up sheets of paper and makeup wipes, hoping this was the last time that she would need to puke for the rest of the semester.

She felt absolutely drained, completely empty from head to toe. There was hungover and then there was whatever heinous feeling that Lennox was suffering from. She still felt like she was asleep, her eyes barely opened as she rolled onto her back. She felt around for her phone, tucked underneath the pillow next to her. She could barely make out any of the notifications on the screen, everything a complete blur to her. She ignored them for the time being, setting her phone back down before passing out again.

Lennox repeated the process of waking up to puke two more times before staying awake at noon. She felt less than stellar still, but she was certain that there was going to be no more puking for the day. The headache hardly subsided, but that was something she would deal with for the day if it meant no more heaving the contents of her stomach into the trash can that she would surely have to throw out.

She tackled the notifications on her phone next, turning the brightness all the way down so the blue light of the screen didn’t hurt her eyes in the dark. She scrolled through the Instagram notifications, pausing over a string of messages Niall had sent her the previous night.

Len im sry if i didsomethign

R u ok????

Cnwetalk?

Lennobx plwedse

There were a few new messages from that morning, ones that were more comprehensible than the ones clearly sent while he was drunk the night before.

Hey Lennox, look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay this morning, after everything.

Lennox replayed the night before in her head. She was so preoccupied with trying to make herself too drunk to dwell on the Hattie incident that she didn’t even think about the fact that she was flirting too heavily with Niall. For gods sake, she nearly made out with the boy (amongst other things) in his room.

Hey Niall. Look, I’m sorry too. And I feel like shit, but I’m alive so…

Thank god you’re okay. I was worried. You ran off and you, well WE, were really drunk and I just wanted to make sure you made it home.

I wasn’t even thinking, I’m sorry.

You don’t need to apologize. What happened to you last night though?

In your room?

Yeah

Lennox’s fingers froze, hovering over the keyboard at the bottom of her screen. She would have preferred to have this conversation in person, but there was no way in hell that she was going to be able to leave her bed until the next day. She couldn’t keep putting it off and letting it get between the two of them. She let out a deep breath, typing out everything she hadn’t been able to say out loud.

I would’ve rather told you in person, but whatever. There was one night that I told you that I was going to Kaia’s apartment to work on a paper, but in reality I just went back to my place where Kaia was and we ended up going out for frozen yogurt. While we were there, I saw Hattie kissing somebody else outside and got freaked and didn’t know how to tell you. So I just…ignored you. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to meddle, but I also didn’t want you to be blindsided by it.

Wait what?

I’m sorry Niall. I should’ve told you.

Told me what? I’m really confused, Lennox.

That I saw Hattie kissing somebody else?

Why would that matter?

What do you mean why would that matter? I saw Hattie cheating on you!

Lennox…holy shit, have you thought that Hattie and I were a couple?

………….

Lennox, please.

You’re always with her!

We’ve been best friends since we were kids. She doesn’t know a lot of people here besides me and her boyfriend Peter. Which is probably who you saw her with.

I’m going to go die in a hole now. So…I didn’t see Hattie cheating on you two weeks ago then?

No, you saw Hattie making out with her boyfriend of a year. Is this really why you’ve been so weird lately?

Partially. I also got mad at you when you ignored her call when we were out for drinks that one night because I thought you were blowing off your girlfriend.

I would very much like it if we weren’t having this conversation via text message right now.

I feel like death. You can’t see me like this. Or smell me like this.

Lol. Noted. But just to clear the air…I am not dating Hattie, nor anyone. I’m very single.

Just to clear the air…I’m going to go into hiding for the next twenty years.

Will you be in class tomorrow?

I think it’s best if I’m conveniently absent this week.

Lennox come on.

She told herself not to reply anymore. She was only digging herself deeper into her hole of embarrassment. She couldn’t believe that she assumed for over a year that Niall was dating his best friend who had a boyfriend of her own. She was mortified, sure, but more so pissed off at herself for not asking him about Hattie in the first place.

She read over the last message he sent to her, pointer finger tapping the edge of her iPhone. She sighed, her thumbs gliding against the keyboard.

Hattie = friend?

Hattie = friend. That’s it.

Lennox grinned, locking her phone before setting it down next to her.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Lennox, as promised, didn’t show up to class at all that week. Without even asking, Niall sent her pictures of the notes, not even pushing her to talk further than a “thank you” with a smiley face emoji. She was happy that he was respecting her space, but she wasn’t sure what came next. It had been established that Niall was single (very single, in his exact words), yet Lennox struggled with how they were supposed to act around each other now.

She would be lying if she said that her ego wasn’t hurt slightly. She felt like an absolute idiot, not only for misinterpreting a friendship, but for skirting around the issue for nearly the entire semester. It was the week of Thanksgiving, leaving only three weeks after the holiday before final exams and projects. It was stupid to be upset that she felt like she had wasted an entire semester under a complete wrong assumption, only due to her own fear of asking the truth. What would have happened if she had asked only a few weeks into class, curiously inquiring like any friend or acquaintance would? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Kaia sent Lennox good luck texts before her class on Monday night, partially to ensure that Lennox actually showed up. She assured Lennox that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. In reality, nothing between Niall and Lennox had changed, yet it felt like everything was different when she was walking to class. Really, things had only changed from her side. The person she had once thought was in a committed relationship turned out to be single, and well, she was certain that Niall knew that she wasn’t seeing anybody either.

She had her roommates help pick her outfit out for the first time all semester. Lennox wasn’t one to care about what she wore to class. It didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, but she wanted to put forth a smidgen of effort for her debut after crawling out of her dark hole of embarrassment. In truth, she really only swapped out her oversized sweatshirt or t-shirt (depended on the weather) for a cute cardigan and flowy tank top combination, courtesy of her roommate Elaine. She had on a new pair of fleece lined leggings, the insides still soft and smooth against her legs. Cognac leather riding boots replaced her usual pair of worn out Adidas sneakers, completing the cute, but still casual look.

Lennox was running a few minutes earlier so she had planned to wait outside of the classroom until class started, slipping in at the last second to avoid awkward small talk with Niall. She froze as she walked through the doors closest to the classroom, her eyes landing on Niall leaning against the wall. She took a deep breath, exhaling loudly before continuing forward. Niall’s eyes looked up from his phone as the heels of Lennox’s boots clicked against the tiled floor. He immediately smiled, lifting his arm to wave.

“Hi Niall,” she said, drumming her fingers against her thigh nervously. “I…really don’t know what to say,” she admitted.

“Me either,” he replied. “I…I dunno, I thought if I caught you before class started, we could talk. But now that we’re here…” his voice trailed off.

“Talk after class then?” she asked.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he agreed. “Shit, now I’m not gonna be able to focus all class.”

“Welcome to my world,” she joked. “You’ll finally understand how I’ve felt sitting behind you all year.”

“Hardy har har,” he said, letting Lennox walk into the classroom first. Niall was right though. It was impossible to focus on anything the professor was saying, more than usual. Her mind raced with what they could talk about it when class was over. There was a lot to discuss and catch up on. But at the same time, they also had a clean slate, one without any preconceived ideas about each other.

The singular thing that Lennox heard come out of her professor’s mouth was that Wednesday’s class was canceled, not that Lennox was going to go anyways. She had plans to leave after her eight a.m. class on Wednesday to make the two-and-a-half-hour drive back home for the holiday and long weekend. Still, it was nice to know that she wouldn’t be missing anything, especially given her absence for both classes the previous week.

Lennox and Niall waited for the classroom to empty out before packing up their bags, taking their time to leave. Even when they made it outside of the class, they lingered near the tables they usually stood around, practically fiddling their thumbs while silence ensued. Finally, Lennox did what she hadn’t done the entire semester.

“Do you want to hang out at my apartment?” she asked, bypassing any of the awkward small talk they would have no doubt exchanged.

“Right now?” he asked.

“Yes, right now,” she confirmed.

The corners of Niall’s lips curled up into a smile. “Sounds great,” he said. “Lead the way.”

Niall and Lennox walked side by side down the sidewalk, their breath visible in late November air. The silence, for once, didn’t feel uncomfortable between them. They needed to talk in person still, sure, but for the first time all semester, everything felt right. There was no guilt, no endless curiosity, not even the lingering feeling of humiliation (okay, maybe just a little).

“Oh, I didn’t know you lived in this building,” Niall commented Lennox walked up to one of the main doors to her apartment. “I have a few friends who live on the second floor here.”

“Really, who?” she asked, fumbling around the side pocket for her keys.

“Liam Payne and Harry Styles,” he replied.

“Oh, yeah I know them!” she said, leaving out the part about one of her friends hooking up with both of them in the same weekend last year. Niall had probably heard about that story. It was a wild weekend right after exams and nothing good ever happened when there were no classes to worry about for a month.

They rode the elevator up to her floor with a few other people, putting a pause on their conversation until they had a moment of privacy. Niall smiled at her from across the elevator, immediately scrunching his nose up to make a funny face when she noticed. Lennox rolled her eyes, unable to fight the smile that spread across her face.

“I’m going to suggest that you stay in my room while I go break the news to Kaia that we will not be watching tonight’s episode of The Voice together,” Lennox explained. “If she or my other roommates see you, they’re going to pounce.”

Niall laughed, nodding as she began to strategize outside of the door to her unit. “Okay, sounds good,” he said. “I can hide out for a bit.”

“It won’t take long, I promise,” she assured him. The door was already unlocked and her room was to the left of the door off of a short hallway, allowing them to sneak in unseen.

“Did you clean for me?” he joked, noting the rare pristine nature of Lennox’s room. She wouldn’t admit it to him out loud, but she did clean proactively just in case this had happened. Her smirk gave him the answer that she could never utter herself. “Alright, go sort out your TV show stuff and I’ll be here snooping through your drawers.”

“Perv,” she scoffed. “I’ll save you some time: bras and panties are in the top drawer,” she said, winking before turning on her heels. She could hear the TV loudly in the living room, followed by Kaia’s cheers for whoever was performing.

“Lennox! You’re missing a good ass episode!” Kaia yelled, looking over the back of the couch to spot her friend.

“Hey, so, I’m going to need a raincheck for tonight’s episode,” Lennox said, trying to keep her voice as low as possible.

“What the fuck, why?” Kaia asked, furrowing her brows.

“Because Niall is currently in my room,” she replied.

“Say no more!” she said, shooing Lennox away with a flick of her wrist. “Go do what you’ve been waiting the whole semester to do. Wait, no, basically your whole college care–”

“Thanks Kaia!” Lennox said loudly, cutting off her statement before she could finish it. Kaia whistled as Lennox walked back down the hall towards her bedroom, shaking her head at her friend’s antics.

Niall was sitting on the edge of Lennox’s bed when she walked back into her room, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up from his screen, immediately setting his phone down when he saw that it was Lennox. “All good?” he asked.

“Totally cool with it,” she assured him. “Soooo….” she hummed, rocking back and forth on the tips of her toes.

“Did you really think I’ve been dating Hattie this entire time?” Niall asked abruptly, his brows pinched together.

“Uh, yeah,” Lennox admitted. “Since last year, actually. I just always saw you two together and when I asked around last year a lot people said yes and a few said they didn’t know but probably so I just assumed.”

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

Lennox shrugged. “Wasn’t really sure how to bring it up,” she said. “I mean, it didn’t really just come up in conversation and if I brought it up, I’d either seem like I was extremely nosy or was interested for my own selfish reasons.”

“I see, I see,” Niall said. He puffed his cheeks out before letting out a long sigh. “I’m torn between thinking this is really hilarious and also being really mad at myself for not making it more clear earlier in the semester.”

“Making what more clear?” she asked.

“I dunno, lots of things,” he replied. “I forget that people here don’t know that Hattie and I have known each other forever and that she has a boyfriend that goes to school about thirty minutes away, so he’s not really around campus. I also should’ve probably made it a bit clearer that I’ve been trying to flirt with you all semester.”

Lennox pressed her lips together, struggling to stop the smirk from pulling up the corners of her lips. “Ah, yes, that would’ve been convenient information,” she coughed out. “So now here we are…you…me. The air has been cleared…” she rambled, sliding her sock clad feet across the hardwood floor to move closer to her bed.

“It has indeed,” he agreed, watching Lennox inch forward at her own painstaking pace. Niall rested back on his elbows, using his legs to push off of the floor and move his body further back onto the mattress. One leg at a time, Lennox planted her knees onto either side of Niall, straddling his waist. Niall’s hands snaked underneath the soft knit of her cardigan, pushing it off of her shoulders until it pooled at her sides. She removed it all together, tossing it across the room so it was out of the way.

“So this is nice,” she murmured, her gaze locking with Niall’s. His hands rested on her waist, his thumbs slipping underneath the hem of her tank top. “You sure Hattie isn’t going to burst through the door right now and yell at me for making out with her boyfriend?” Lennox joked, dragging the tip of her finger across the stubble on his jaw.

Niall groaned, rolling his eyes. “Please don’t talk about other girls while you’re on top of me,” he begged. She nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears to stop the loose strands from falling onto her face. Niall parted his lips in anticipation, his eyes starting to close before their noses brushed. At the last second, she redirected her proper kiss a little to the left, kissing only the corner of his mouth. “Lennox Sloane, I never pegged you as such a tease,” he sighed.

“Just a fun new thing I’m trying out,” she said. “I think I’m a fan. What about you?”

“Not a fan,” he grumbled, pushing his lips out into a dramatic pout.

“I’ll take that into consideration then,” she murmured, gently pressing her fingers against his cheek. She tilted her head to avoid bumping noses with Niall, parting her lips enough to trap Niall’s top life between hers. She felt his body relax beneath her as he kissed back, tilting his head to the opposite side before taking the reins. His hands settled onto her hips, holding her body steady while they continued to find their rhythm.

Lennox wasn’t sure at what point Niall had flipped her body underneath his, or how long they had ended up making out on her bed. Niall’s hands made calculated movements, slowly migrating from the safe area on her hips up to the skin beneath her ribs where her high waisted leggings ending. She shuddered at his touch, momentarily breaking their kiss before Niall drew her back in. She smiled into their kiss, another momentary pause that made Niall groan.

“You’re very impatient,” she hummed, running her thumb along his bottom lip as she pulled away.

“I’d like to think that I’m very patient,” she argued. “I’ve wanted to do this all semester, remember?”

“Ah yes, very true,” she replied. “I suppose we should continue to make up for lost time now, shouldn’t we?”

#Niall Horan #1dff #1dff summer fic exchange 2017

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peterpparkrr · 7 years

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Changing the Tide: An Avengers Fanfic (1/7)

Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the new girl in town and also reconciling with the death of her twin brother, Pietro. As she starts to navigate her new life she manages to stumble into friendship with a group of teens who are surprisingly similar to her

A/N: This is basically just a highschoolAU for the Avengers without powers.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

First days had never really been Wanda’s strong suit. And that had been before the accident. Before she’d switched schools. Before a lot of things.

Wanda had been stressing out about today before her family had even moved. Her twin brother, Pietro, had told her that she didn’t need to worry because - like every year - he would be there beside her to help her through. Unfortunately, things didn’t go to plan. Pietro had been hit by a car a few days after they’d moved, he’d been in the ICU for almost a day before it dawned on Wanda that he wasn’t going to make it and she would be alone.

Wanda pushed all of those thoughts from her head as she walked down the hall. The woman in the main office had already given her all of the paperwork, schedule, map with the classrooms labelled, textbooks, and a late pass for when she got to her first hour.

“Hi, Wanda isn’t it?” She heard as a guy jogged across the hallway to her. Wanda nodded carefully, not trusting herself to say anything yet.

“I’m Clint, Clint Barton, I don’t know if you remember me but -”

“The volunteer at the hospital, yes, I remember you,” Wanda said quietly, staring down at her boots, not trusting herself to look in his eyes. He, Clint, had been the student volunteer on duty when Wanda’s brother had been brought in, he had been the one who had snuck her into his room when they wouldn't let her family see Pietro. “Thank you for that, by the way,” Wanda told him, glancing up at him quickly.

“Of course,” he said, quickly dismissing it, which Wanda was thankful for, she didn’t want people’s first impression of her to be that weird new girl who’d broke down in the hallway before school even started.

“Um,” Wanda said awkwardly, “I’d better get to class.”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I don’t have a first hour so I usually just hang out,” Clint explained quickly, “If at any point today you need help with any of this, let me know.” He told her before flashing Wanda a kind smile and walking back over to the girl with strikingly red hair he’d been talking to.

Wanda nodded quickly before starting again on her path to room 219, her history class.

When she got to class she gave her pass to the teacher, Mr. Coulson. “Nice to meet you Wanda, you’ll be sitting in that open desk, third row, fourth one back.” He told her, “I’m going to assume you have the textbook?”

“Yeah,” Wanda replied as she made her way to her seat as quickly as possible. As she sat down Mr. Coulson started his lecture up again and Wanda started blankly at him for a moment before realizing she was supposed to be taking notes and started rummaging through her bag for her notebook and a pencil.

As Wanda set her stuff up, she glanced over at the guy sitting next to her, who looked way too old to even be in highschool, trying to figure out what she’d missed and what Mr. Coulson was even talking about. The guy glanced over at her and whispered, “If you want I can give you the notes we’ve already taken this year after class.”

Wanda nodded gratefully before turning back to the front of the class and taking down notes of anything that she could catch Mr. Coulson saying.

When the bell rang she sighed with relief, and turned back to the guy sitting next to her, “Could I um… see you notes now?” Wanda asked him softly.

“Oh yeah, of course.” He replied, handing her his notebook, she flipped through and saw that several pages were filled with notes.

“I thought I was only come into school a week late,” she mumbled.

The guy roared with laughter, making Wanda jump slightly, “Don’t worry about it, it looks like a lot but once you get the hand of Mr. Coulson’s lectures it’s no sweat.” He told her, standing up.

“I didn’t catch your name,” Wanda said, looking up at him, realizing now that he was standing up that he was well over six feet tall.

“Thor,” He said with a wide grin, “And don’t worry about getting those notes back to me, tomorrow in class is fine.” He said before walking out of the classroom.

Wanda stood next to her desk for a moment, dumbfounded before remembering that she had another class to get to and hurried out.

Biology, her next class, was a slightly better situation, she got there with a few minutes of passing time left so she introduced herself to her teacher and got some of the work they had been doing, promising that she would get it done as soon as possible so that she didn’t missing anything else. She then went to sit down at one of the tables towards the back of the class and was surprised to see yet another god-like student hovering next to her, “Hi, do you mind if I sit here?” He asked.

Wanda looked him over, not intentionally, but he was eerily similar to the guy - Thor - from her history class, same blond hair (however, Thor’s was long and shaggy, this guy had it much neater), blue eyes, and almost unnaturally strong build that Wanda had always assumed was reserved for bodybuilders and professional football players, not high school upperclassmen. “Sure,” Wanda said quickly, realizing she’d paused a bit too long.

“I’m Steve Rogers, by the way” He said as he sat down, holding out his hand.

“Wanda Maximoff,” She replied politely, shaking his hand, trying her best to match his manners with her own, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too, now, I probably should have warned you before I sat down, but I’m not amazing when it comes to science, so I’m sorry you’re stuck with me as a lab partner.” He told her, flashing her a grin that shouted All-American-Boy-Next-Door.

“That’s okay, I’m pretty decent at science,” She replied, warming up to him slightly, “As long as you’re okay with me being your lab partner.” She added.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Steve asked, almost jokingly, “As long as I’m not stuck with Tony I don’t care.” nodding towards a kid who looked more normal, besides the fact that he was surrounded by the remains of some sort of machine, and looked like a toaster. He must of heard Steve mention his name and looked over at the two of them, flashing a smirk before turning back to whatever he was trying to do to that toaster. Wanda couldn’t help but note that engineering had nothing to do with Biology but their teacher seemed to just ignore it as she sat at her desk, setting up supplies for their lab.

“Why wouldn’t you want to partner with him, is he that bad of a person?” Wanda asked, turning back to Steve, raising an eyebrow.

“No, heck, we’re friends, I just can’t stand being partnered with a genius for my worst subject,” Steve told her, “Hurts my ego a bit.”

Wanda laughed slightly, “Fair enough, I’ll try not to make fun of you too much then,” she replied. She glanced back at Tony, her instincts told her not to trust him, he seemed like a player, but she trusted Steve already, he had this good-natured aura about him and if he thought someone was good, she figured she would too.

“Sounds good,” Steve told her has the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

#avengers #avengers imagine #avengers fanfic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfic #clint barton #clint barton imagine #clint barton fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #tony stark #tony stark fanfic

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zacchdempsey · 7 years

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You have to tell me (Zach Dempsey, 13 Reasons)

The tapes were a complex situation to say the least. Zach Dempsey knew everyone’s dirty laundry. He did and everyone’s tape varied in how much it weighed on him. Justin’s second tape, that was shitty. He had to admit he didn’t look at his friend the same way anymore. Zach, he had a girlfriend now. He’d been talking to her for months until she finally agreed to go out with him. Quiet, but in theater and dance, Y/N never really wanted to date jocks. He pursued her for a while.

She had the wrong class with him, biology. Watching him in the class was captivating. He was so engrossed in the material and it was obvious he loved it more than basketball. She’d gotten stuck at basketball games because her friends would want to go. She’d seen how good Zach was. Probably the best on the entire team. But there was a look in his eyes that he got when he learned more about biology. AP biology was the only advanced placement class he took.

That’s when she knew he was different. After being made table partners in biology, she noticed him staring at her during tests and other activities where the teacher wasn’t lecturing. He started sitting with her at lunch. At first her friends stayed, but then they moved over a table, leaving the two of them alone. His friends watched from afar, with huge grins on their faces. She didn’t really know what Zach Dempsey’s intentions were.

He seemed different, but at the same time, at times he would speak like any other jock would to a girl. She tried to bore him at first, it didn’t work. Even if she was completely silent, he would sit there, watching her eat, a slight smile on his face.

After two months of lunches like this, she opened up to him. She began to like him. He began to sound like a person when he talked, rather than a fumbling idiot. And sooner rather than later she was his official girlfriend.

It was Tuesday, the day she and Zach would get together and study. Or ‘study’ depending on how much biology they had to work on. The last few Tuesdays had been weird. Usually, they’d get home right after school so they could beat her parents home, and they’d fool around. Right away, he’d get handsy. The last few Tuesday’s it hadn’t been like that. She had to initiate everything. He’d let her do some things to him, but he wouldn’t really do anything for her. On this Tuesday, she leaned in and kissed his neck, he didn’t really move and continued to read out of the biology textbook.

“Okay, I know I’ve gained weight. We just need to stop going for dessert so much. But am I really that gross? We haven’t been together that long. This is the honeymoon stage. We’re supposed to fool around. Like constantly.” Zach shut his book, laying back on the bed, looking more than beaten down.

“Not every couple’s the same- we don’t have to do stuff constantly.” He said, still reading out of the textbook. She felt herself turn bright red.

She backed away from him, cuddling up to a pillow at the head of the bed. He sighed, shutting his textbook.

“It’s not you, of course it’s not you. Come here.” He laid next to her, his arms snaking around her waist. He eventually moving to where he was on top of her, hovering.

“Is this okay?” He mumbled. She nodded, guiding his hands up her shirt. She didn’t respond verbally, she just ran her hands through his hair as he kissed down her neck. He suddenly rolled over, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and button up his shirt.

“Okay, you have to tell me what’s wrong, Zach. Do I bore you now? What’s wrong?” He was breathing heavily, but he wouldn’t look up at her.

“I just never want you to be overpowered. Or trapped.” His head was now buried in his hands. She couldn’t tell if he was crying or not.

“What are you talking about? If I was uncomfortable I would tell you.” She crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.

“Promise me that.” He mumbled, interlacing his fingers with hers.

“I promise. But why are you freaking out about this all of a sudden?” She asked in almost a whisper.

“I’m huge, I’m 6'3 and your so small an-” she cut him off, letting out a breathy laugh.

“You’ve always been a tree, and I’ve always been small, compared to you. There’s something else going on.” She got off the bed and went to her desk, taking a makeup removing wipe and beginning to take all of her makeup off. She was simply finding something to do.

She didn’t know what to expect of his answer. She wondered if he knew how much this was eating at her.

“Y/N it’s not your fault. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry if you don’t get it I-” she sighed, not understanding how he was so dense.

“You’re hurting me by not telling me what the hell is going on, Zach! You’ve been acting weird for weeks now.” Her eyes became watery.

She wasn’t sad, necessarily, but she had severe anxiety that would force her to tears at times. Whether she was sad, or nervous, or frustrated. Sometimes even if she was confused. This was one of those times. Zach knew she was getting anxious and concern filled his eyes as soon as he saw the tears.

“Hey, hey-” she turned her back to him sharply, bowing her head as she tried to catch her breath.

“Get out. Now. Leave.” She said, still not turning to look at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what else to do.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Some stuff has happened and I don’t know how to feel.” She felt herself softening. She sniffled, biting her lip as she regained her composure.

“Specifics.” She said simply. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how to tell her. But he knew he had to. He could feel her trust slipping through his fingers.

“It’s just- a friend of mine. I found out he raped a girl. Actually, he raped two. And it got me thinking- I just- I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I ever did something and you were uncomfortable. I love you. I hate the idea of hurting you.” She turned around, he wasn’t crying, but he was trembling.

She covered her mouth, tears spilling out of her eyes. Someone she likely knew was a rapist. She didn’t know what to think. Of course she was curious. Who the hell was the rapist among Zach’s friends?

She felt dirty, as it was true that she hung out with them quite frequently.

“You’re not a rapist, Zach. I’d tell you if I didn’t want to. You have to trust that I trust you. You have to trust yourself.” She took his hand and led him to sit on the edge of her bed.

She sat on his lap, hugging his head against her chest. She did this quite a lot. He said he loved hearing her heartbeat, that it made him feel less lonely.

“If you’re worried about consent, I give it to you every time. I’ve never been uneasy or wary about anything.” He let out a groan. She looked at him as he looked around.

He acted as if he was thinking about what to say next.

“What qualifies as consent? Words, I guess. But how else am I supposed to know for sure?” She smiled at him. It wasn’t a great topic, sure. But he cared. He was showing how much he cared and that was beautiful.

“I guess I don’t really know. But, do you know how many times I’ve shoved you off of me? A lot. But guess what?” She looked at him. He bit back a smile, probably thinking of how hormonal he could be at times. He mumbled for her to continue, his cheeks blushed over a bit.

“After I push you away, you don’t keep at it. You accept my answer. All the times I haven’t given consent, you’ve listened.” He smiled and she grabbed his face, making him look at her. She looked him in the eyes for a while.

“Maybe you’re trying to keep me out of this for my benefit but.. please tell me you’re going to report this. Or that someone has already reported it.” He looked away from her. How was he going to tell her that he’d given the evidence to the next person?

“I-I don’t have the evidence anymore. It’s this process. I wish I could tell you, but I can’t. It’ll come out, though. And if it doesn’t, I’ll- I’ll go to the police.” She smiled sadly at him, wrapping her arms around him. He would, she knew he would.

DIDNT KNOW ID GET TWO UP TODAY! Keep requesting all! If I haven’t responded to you, don’t think that I didn’t get them, I’m working on them all and have a lineup. There will be a part two of this to simply fill the request’s specifics more, so look for that. Thanks :)

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warmau · 6 years

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{Special} College!AU Sungjin

sungjin already graduated college, he did his degree in biology and is now in his third year of medical school

his speciality is surgery

so most of his time is dedicated to his clerkship within one of the city’s hospitals

he’s on rotations, so he really never knows what his schedule is but he knows one thing - he has ZERO free time

the million times jae tried to invite him out for dinner with the guys sungjin was like ‘i havent slept in three days. im living off cold coffee. if i eat a full meal it might just kill me’

jae was like,,,,,suit yourself we’re getting curry

sungjin, in tears: have fun,,,,,,,

when he does get ,,, like time off which is rare - very, very rare

he tries to keep up with his musical hobbies, keep up with his guitar and his singing but it’s really just for his fellow friends who all like music too

when he was in college with them he was part of night6, but when he started med school it was like

THAT dream is over,,,,,,,rip

but he still loves music - he’s like the only student in his year who needs to listen to music when studying otherwise he can’t do it

people are like “how do you concentrate with the lyrics?”

and sungjin just kind of vaguely shrugs and he’s like “i don’t hear them - i listen to the melody.”

“so like instrumentals?”

sungjin, eyes wide: “no. i just FEEL the melody”

he shares an apartment with a close friend of his, jaebum who isn’t in med school but is doing his masters in ancient history

the two of them are worlds apart in terms of their careers, but jaebum comes in handy because he understands latin and a lot of sungjin’s textbook use latin prefixes in medical terminology

so sungjin is just like “how do you say this?” and jaebum pronounces it perfectly and sungjin is just like,,,,,,,,,,,,yeah definitely gonna butcher that one

he likes to keep his space clean - and his room is virtually empty because he has no money or time to decorate it

(although, when he graduated all of night6 pitched in together to get him this really cool guitar stand and set of pics so he has those displays - even if dowoon was like ‘that’s corny’)

weird fact though: he’s very good at building ikea furniture. he’s so good with his hands people are like “OH surgery - no wonder! it fits you so well!”

sungjin always tries to make corny dad jokes about why he’s in surgery but they’re never funny jskhgfds

looks super cute wearing the doctor’s mask, his pristine white lab coat, and carrying around his clipboard

all the scrub nurses think he’s just precious,,,,,,,

he’s really popular with moms LOL (and patients in general)

out of all the people in his rotations, he takes getting scolded and snapped at the best

which is interesting because you look at him and think: big softie, which he is

but he’s also a natural born leader - who keeps it together just so other fellow med students dont get discouraged

(still internally screams during evaluations week though)

you actually meet sungijn at the hospital where he’s doing his clerkship

you’re currently part of the hospital's senior citizen program, where you volunteer to help out those who might have trouble getting around and making sure they get to their apointments

so when the grandmother you’re taking care of needs to see the surgeon - you’re there with her

it’s a minimally invasive surgery, for her kidney stones and the student on the job is none other than sungjin

when he calls you two from the waiting room, you first notice the absolutely genuine concern in his eyes

he’s not like other med students,,,,,who are cold and almost fatigued or overly bright and peppy

he’s very much like an actual doctor - you’d been fooled if you hadn’t been to other appointments before

(and plus,,,,,,, he’s wearing his uni’s ID badge)

he goes through the usual pre-surgery questions, you have to help her answer some because she forgets and each time you do

sungjin smiles, thanking you

it’s weird - but there’s this warmth to him, you immediately feel that there’s something about this guy

something that makes you happy he’s going to be a surgeon one day

a nurse comes in to help him prep for the surgery, and you see how careful and methodical his hands are

and when he’s done he gives you and the grandmother one last tiny bow and tells you the nurse will come back to start the anesthesia with the doctor

when it starts, you leave the surgery room to wait for the grandmother in the hall

it won’t take long, so you settle down with a book you’d brought along when you glance up to see sungjin

“park! do you know where the gloves are - we ran out in this room!” someone calls out and sungjin points down the hall “closet, we just restocked.”

a moment later there’s two other students running up to him, barraging him with questions

sungjin answers them, calm and collected

this goes on for a good fifteen minutes - sungjin doesn’t have anytime to himself to finish his notes or start his next intake

he must be really reliable

you observe, but then stifle a giggle when you see him trip over the side of the receptionists desk

sungjin must have heard you because he looks your way, a little red in his cheeks and you shyly have to drop your gaze back to your book

more times pass and then a nurse tells you you can come in, the surgery went well and you’ll be able to take the grandmother home

you thank her - the surgeon, who leaves the room with a nod your way and then you catch sungjin’s eye again

“everything alright?”

you nod and he smiles in return, “im happy to hear it.”

after that,,,you don’t really visit the surgery ward much

but for some reason sungjin stays on your mind

so when a fellow person in your program asks if you can cover and taken one of their seniors to their surgery appointment - you jump at the opportunity

sungjin is a little shocked, but happy to see you again

“i assume you’re in the seniors program here, that or you love taking old people to the doctor?”

you laugh a little “im a volunteer there, and while it’s not fun taking them to the doctor - it feels like im doing something good.”

sungjin seems to dwell on that for a moment, “it is something good. you’re a good person.”

you stare at him, softening a little “you are too.”

to anyone else it would have just been small talk, you and sungjin are strangers - but you think in that moment something,,,,something sparks

neither you or sungjin have really heard words like that before,,,,,,

sure you were told “oh! volunteering is so good for a resume!” and sungjin had heard “surgeon? how much money will that rack in?!”

but,,,,just a simple “you’re doing this because you’re a good person” can just mean,,,a lot

and although the first time you visit the surgery ward, right after your volunteering shift ends, the nurses look between you and sungjin

and he’s again a bit shocked

it’s not like,,,weird,,,,,,it’s almost as if this could become a regular thing

you only get to talk for maybe five minutes, till sungjin is pulled back into his work

but ,,,, those five minutes are worth it

and every now and then you leave some snacks with one of the nurses to give to sungjin

and they wink up at you and you’re like no,,, i just,,, i want to make sure he eats he’s my friend

and they’re like “mhmm,,,friend”

sungjin brings it up like “the nurses think we’re having some hospital love affair, like in the dramas”

and you laugh it off that time - even though something stirs in your heart just,,,, just a little

a couple of months pass - summer is coming up which means sungjin’s rotations will come to an end for this semester

you’re a little sad, but your visits with him have been getting more comfortable

and even though sungjin’s sense of humor is a little dated - you enjoy talking with him

so when you reach the surgery floor, greeting the receptionist as she already knows you by name

your summertime smile drops when you hear the yell

“sungjin, are you joking me? are you some deadbeat first year? you making a mistake like this is beyond my comprehension - you’ve been here long enough for me to know you’re not an idiot. but this makes you look like an idiot!”

the last word makes you cringe, are - are doctors allowed to talk like that to students?

but no one even bats an eye, the students just look away and some people look a bit uncomfortable

but that’s it

sungjin is left standing there when the doctor throws the papers back into his hands and storms off, the others following behind him

you watch his large shoulders tense - jerk a bit as he turns and then disappears down the corner

“he might be going to the storage closet, third door down that hall.”

the receptionist whispers and you look at her as she tilts her head

“go cheer up your boyfriend.”

you don’t even correct her, your worry for sungjin overrides it as you take her advice

when you open the door, the small room is dark and you don’t hear any sounds - but you see the outline of sungjin

he’s just standing beside one of the shelves, quiet and defeated

“sungjin?”

he turns around at the sound of your voice, his shoulders don’t relax but he’s not crying or anything

but then, as your eyes adjust a bit - you see the dark bags under his eyes

his hair is a bit of a mess, not combed and clean like usual

you might be exaggerating, but he looks ,,, he looks really bad today

“what’s going on?”

he puts on his ‘it’s all ok, don’t worry about me’ voice and goes “nothing, i just needed a moment.”

you stare at him, almost thorugh him

“no, something is wrong.”

“you have no grounds saying that, you don’t know me that well.”

ouch

that stings and you step back, sungjin seems to have lost that warmth he’s always had

and it’s just in that moment, because sungjin seems to come ot terms with what he’s said and goes to correct himself

but you just nod, “you’re right. i don’t,,,,,,,”

you turn around and sungjin lifts his hand, but it falters as you start walking away

until he’s alone there again

you don’t come back to visit the surgery clinic

you don’t even try to think about it, and when a student gets into the elevator with you - you do your best to hide your face

but the hospital buzzes with some rumor about you and sungjin breaking up

“are you not with your boyfriend,,,that cute surgery student???” someone asks in your program

without much emotion you answer, “he wasn’t my boyfriend, not even my friend really.”

it confuses people - but it dies down fast

you and sungjin,,,,,,,,neither of you steps forward first

and it’s only when you hear that it’s the last week of student rotations for this semester that it really dawns on you

he’s never going to apologize is he?

he’s probably forgotten all about me,,,,,,

but, just as you’re getting ready to leave for the day - saying goodbye to everyone in your program the elevator dings

you turn, to run and catch it when you see who steps out of it

sungjin, awkward and looking around like a lost puppy spots you

in his hand is a boquet of flowers

he walks closer and you kind of just stand there - frozen

“i,,,,,,” he swallows and adjusts his hold on the flowers “i should have done this before, but i ,,,, i just got busy and i -”

“it’s fine. you said what you said and you were right. you didn’t have to go to the gift shop just to get me these.”

sungjin shakes his head, “i got these on my lunch break from an actual florist. i know you said you liked sunflowers so,,,,,,,but also i wasn’t right.”

he looks down, sighing

“i keep a lot of things inside, so when they come out - they come out harsh. you were someone who,,,who made me feel comfortable enough to open up and then i took it out on you when i knew you were there to help. i,,,,i really can be an idiot.”

he laughs sadly and you feel your heart crack a bit

you take the flowers and smell them, looking back up at him

“you’re not an idiot.”

he opens his mouth and you shake your head

“if you were you wouldn’t have made it this far, people wouldn’t relay on you. but you need to remember that sometimes you need to be taken care of to. you need someone to relay on to.”

he falls silent

but in a gentle shy whisper he asks, “is,,,,,would it be ok if i relied on you then?”

you look down into the flowers to hide the smile tugging at your mouth

“of course.”

sungjin’s phone goes off and it’s a text from the students in his clerkship. he has to get going and just as he turns, you pull him back by the sleeve

he’s already put his mask back up, but you pull it down - pressing your lips to his

“when your rotation ends, let’s go on a date - ok?”

sungjin turns every shade of red in the book but he agrees

your first date is a well deserved curry lunch that sungjin has been waiting for for a LONG time

no like seriously, he almost sobs when he gets to eat it and you’re like sungjin,,, and he’s like im sorry ive been living off stale granola bars and packet ramen

you let him have some of your curry,,,,he almost eats half of it LOL

afterwords you’re walking through the park, the warm evening weather makes it easy for you guys to just wander

when you hear one of the street performers playing on their guitar

you stop to listen, when sungjin suddenly pulls from your side

you watch, confused as he whispers something into the performers ear and your eyes go wide when the guy hands sungjin his guitar

with a smile, sungjin starts to play the chords to one of your songs that you’d mentioned

he sings along, eyes locked on yours and you feel your heart melt inside your chest

when he finishes the performer goes “you must be engaged or something, he loves you so much!”

and sungjin is like “actually,,,,,,,,,this is our first date”

unfortunately, dates are scarce with sungjin till his summer break kicks in

but it’s ok, you see him for those five minute chats in the hospital

and one of the nurses goes “i saw those two kissing out in the hospital garden this morning~”

you and sungjin: WHAT

the nurse: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID

the other students are all apparently jealous of your relationship,,,that it’s so lucky you volunteer at the same hospital - that they want love too :(

but you’re like guys,,,,don’t get it wrong sungjin is still in a fully committed relationship with his medical textbooks and clerkship,,,,you’re just a third wheel jokes jokes

but honestly, you don’t even mind it’s cool getting to be like “my boyfriends going to be a surgeon”

also i repeat: he looks freaking CUTE in the lab coat

you put a sticker on his ID card and even though sungjin loves keeping things clean and professional

he keeps it there,,,,because it’s cute - you’re freaking cute

it’s funny though because someone tells you sungjin has a photo of you two in his locker at the hospital and you’re like no way

and when you ask him he just gets red like,,,huh,,,what,,,,,uh,,,,,

you finally get to meet his friends when the summer breaks around and,,,,,god is it funny

jae is just like “bro i thought you were fake ,,,,, i thought for sure sungjin fever dreamed you up or something”

dowoon and youngk just accept you because they trust you love sungjin - even past his dad jokes

and wonpil has a lot of questions. many questions

“does sungjin make you play that board game with him,,,surgery! yeah surgery-”

“why would he do that-” sungjin, putting a hand over your mouth “shhh don’t answer him - if you do,,,,the questions will never stop.”

since he’s not up to his ears in work and school, you also get to experience more of sungjin’s musical ability

which shocks you everytime - like you’re just like you could have been a musician,,,,why choose surgery??

but you don’t ask him though, you respect his decisions

but you do shower him in compliments that makes sungjin all giddy and pink

100% comes over and helps you build furniture if you need him too LOL actually fixed your computer too,,,, he’s like a genius with his hands

(in more ways than one)

im just saying that one night,,,when he’s supposed to be just dropping you off after a date maybe,,,you let him in,,,,you know,,,,and sungjin is so cute he’s really like “what do you wanna watch on netflix?” and you just pull your shirt off and he’s like OH THATS WHY IM HERE

but he’s also like,,,,he’s not a novice - he knows what he’s doing

you check the marks out in the morning and you’re like woah sungjin, you have more energy then expected

sungjin hiding his face in your pillow “im sorry,,,”

teaches you some guitar when you guys have indoor dates, he puts his hands over yours and everything

his bland, clean room starts showing signs of you

like he has a drawer with some of your things - polaroids of you and him hang up on the wall above his desk

and it’s like,,,sungjin is really happy about it

jaebum even notes that he seems to be more comfortable about himself now that he has you

if you guys just have a moment where it’s quiet, you’re laying on his bed and he’s doing something on his laptop at his desk

you’ll look over and just be like “really?” because your cute, nerdy boyfriend is reading wikipedia articles about some weird medical discoveries - even during his break from school

when he goes back, you’re sad about your time together getting cut

but at the same time you have fun making cute flash cards for sungjin’s exams

and just supporting him again with little visits and snacks

and sungjin is honestly lovestruck at this point - it’s so noticeable and it’s like

he never losses it,,,he falls in love with you everyday all over and over agian

like you just smile at him and god his heart burSTS

jae gets your number just to be like: listen, let’s prank sungjin and say i need surgery

you: that’s mean jae

jae: you and him are a good couple, the no-fun couple -___-

sungjin is definitely a kiss on the forehead person, especially when you can’t do a lot of PDA at the hospital

might secretly have asked night6 to play a song he wrote about you for your first anniversery,,,

you cried - he cried,,,,wonpil literally BALLED his eyes out

you and sungjin ended up comforting him

idk,,you guys just are such good people made for each other accept it ok

#day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 au #sungjin scenarios #sungjin imagines #sungjin au #park sungjin #day6 #college!au #park sungjin scenarios #park sungjin imagines #i ............kinda like this one

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systemic-dreams · 7 years

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SWTOR OC Challenge Day 23

Day 23: Childhood

What was their childhood like? Who was their childhood best friend? What’s their best memory? Worst memory? What is their relationship with their parents?

I have written a truckload here so buckle up and get ready to embark on the nightmarish rollercoaster of my poor little blueberry’s tragic backstory :P

All the trigger warnings.

(Soren is 5 years old in the pic, equivalent of 10-11 Human years physically)

Soren was an only child. And very reserved when he was younger. He learned to read quite early and his mother encouraged him to learn about everything and never let anyone stop him. So he did.

His mind devoured all it could find and by the time Soren started school at the age of 2 (Human equivalent of 5 years old), he was much further along than his peers. Chiss schools typically sped through basic arithmetic, reading and writing in the first few months but despite the quickened pace, Soren still found himself incredibly bored. He breezed through his classes without paying much attention and spent all his time reading things he found on the extranet.

He showed great talent for mathematics and logic and soon found a practical application by learning to slice the computers in the library. He gradually downloaded the entire archive and halfway through his second year, he ran out of things to read.

Soren didn’t have many friends at school but not because he wasn’t friendly, he just wasn’t interested. On a few occasions, he tried to join a sports club with the other kids but his attempts at physical activity ended dangerously and his father expressly forbid him from doing anything even remotely athletic because of it. It made him a little sad but he understood that he was smaller and clumsier than the others in his class so it was really for his own good.

Soren focused on studying instead. Not as part of some given curriculum but on a personal level. Thanks to his eidetic memory, he could pick up languages in the space of a few weeks by actively memorizing vocabulary lists. He learned about physics and the quantum mechanics associated with hyperspace travel and existence and the greater galaxy. But there wasn’t as much data on foreign planets available on the extranet.

So he decided to slice into the computers at the University of Naporar where his mother worked. Unfortunately, they didn’t have much information either. While browsing their restricted files however, he came across Runa’s dissertations on genetic predisposition of Chiss anatomy to colder climates and the effects of introduction to warmer climates with varying weather conditions. She used a lot of words he didn’t know so he decided to take a more focused interest in biology. Several textbooks written by his own mother later, he started finding discrepencies within himself.

Neither of his parents had the vestigial pfilloa muscle in their wrists. Neither of them suffered from childhood myopia for which he’d needed treatment. And none of his family had the same colour eyes as him. He’d checked to make sure. The doubt began slowly eating away at his mind but he couldn’t muster the courage to ask his parents directly. He didn’t want to risk upsetting them so he decided to do a paternity test in secret.

Through his prying, he learned that a wing of the University had recently been renovated and equipped with new machines and computers. A private server had been set up for their research and Soren identified it as the perfect place to run the DNA test undetected.

So he staged an accident at home which provided him with blood samples from both Seplai and Runa and stole her ID card. The next day, he skipped out on school and snuck into the university which wasn’t uncommon for him to do. He sliced the holocams in the Bel’mar wing to loop over old footage and used his mother’s ID to sneak into the break room where the scientists and researchers would go for lunch.

He waited patiently in one of the closets until they came in, stole one of their ID cards and snuck out of the break room. Calculating that he had about an hour, Soren climbed inside a cleaning cart which he’d spotted making its way to the Bel’mar wing around this time every day and quite soon found himself outside the lab in question.

Surprisingly, there were two guards at the door but he managed to distract them by rigging a nosemaker and rolling it down the hall when they weren’t looking. Distracted, they moved away from the door and Soren snuck inside using the ID card he’d stolen.

Inside he found everything he could have hoped for. The test didn’t take long to run and the results confirmed his suspicions. Neither Runa nor Seplai were his blood relatives, not even distant. Soren must have been adopted.

This was incredibly uncommon in the Ascendancy as children whose parents were not able to care for them were usually given to the next nearest blood relative. No questions asked and with little complaint from the family. It’s just how it was done. There weren’t any orphanages in the Ascendancy because no matter how distant, a child’s family would be found.

Soren felt incredibly lonely with this revelation but he didn’t let it stop him from erasing the data and cleaning his fingerprints and blood from the equipment’s surfaces. He left the lab as he’d found it and snuck out without being seen. Or so he thought.

The lab had been funded by the Expansionary Defense Force which installed a secondary holofeed in the lab for security. They watched him walk in and out but they didn’t raise an alarm so Soren believed he’d gotten away with it.

The next day, a man showed up at his home looking to speak to him but Seplai barred his way. He asked what the stranger wanted but he refused to say outside the door so Seplai let him in. The man didn’t tell them his name but he knew Soren’s. He told him there was a special program for young Chiss like him. For the smartest, bravest, strongest children to become better and grow into defenders of the Ascendancy and Soren brightened at the prospect. But Seplai would have none of it.

He refused the man on Soren’s behalf and pushed him back out the door but the stranger managed to discretely pass the boy a datacard before leaving and Soren hid it in his pocket. He pleaded with Seplai to let him go but the man would hear none of it. He proceeded to point out all of Soren’s flaws and told him he’d be lucky to survive conscription.

And Soren took it personally. He stormed out and locked himself in his room for the rest of the night. And when they came to check on him in the morning, he was gone.

He’d climbed out the window and shimmied across the ledge, onto the neighbour’s balcony, who, of course, let him inside and he ran. He ran away from home and headed for the coordinates laid out on the datacard the stranger had given him. Soren found a small shuttle just outside Napor City and when he presented the card, they let him onboard.

The transport whisked him away and that was the last time he saw his parents. He was almost six years old (11-12 Human years) and he felt an incredible wave of regret as he boarded the shuttle. He felt bad that he hadn’t said goodbye, much less that he was sorry. He felt horrible that his mother would never even know where he went as she hadn’t been home that night. But he also felt incredibly angry. He felt the sting of Seplai’s words in his ears. “You’ll never be a warrior. You’re weak and small and you’ll be killed before you accomplish anything. Is that what you want?”

The fact that he wasn’t even his real father began eating away at him but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. The next day he arrived at the secret base on the other side of the Naporis plateau and the Shadow Operative Training Program began orientation. They poked and prodded the hundred and fifty two cadets, weighing and measuring every part of their bodies and deconstructing their DNA to project an estimation of what they could potentially grow to be. Soren’s prospects looked favourable but then he saw the other cadets. The huge warrior boys from Ornfra, the cunning diplomats from Csilla, the long graceful dancers from Csioral, the clever mechanics from Copero…

And suddenly Soren did seem quite so sure of himself.

The first week of basic training was grueling but it was the stims they were given that made it so much worse. The drugs were supposed to make him stronger but they only made him sick and dizzy and he wasn’t alone. Plenty of the bigger boys threw up on the first day and Soren stayed one step ahead by not eating in the morning.

Come the second week, they began their studies. The cadets were bombarded with information at a rate that even Soren found surprising. Mathematics, logic, linguistics, physics, astronomy, engineering, chemistry, biology, political science, galactic history, a new planetary culture and geographic profile to memorise each week. And barely anyone could keep up.

Except for Soren. But it wasn’t the studying that he found hard. It was the combat training. He was already at a height and weight disadvantage when they started and his slim frame only made it that much easier to throw him to the ground. He broke three ribs that week. Shattered his collarbone, the next. And on the fourth, two boys from Avidich decided they didn’t like his look and threw him off the diving board in the pool area. While it was empty.

He broke more than his spine and fractured his skull but despite the grotesque injury, he woke up in three weeks time to find Overseer Kendir’honko’irnodith by his side with a team of medics who were about to pull the plug. The Overseer looked at him sternly and told him it would have been better if he’d never woken up at all. That he’d never walk again as everything from the neck down was paralyzed and there was nothing they could do.

But Soren was stubborn. He told them he’d sliced into the Overseer’s terminals. He knew they were working on a serum that would be capable of healing his injuries. And he was ready and willing to try it.

Rhonko shrugged but contacted Overseer Huonn to arrange for the treatment and unsurprisingly she agreed. There weren’t many people that were compatible with the serum but Soren’s blood tested positive. They irradiated his body to weaken his immune system and injected the serum which acted like a virus, breaking down his DNA and replacing chunks of it with cse’tsu genes. And it was nothing but pain. Weeks of pain before the treatment took effect. But he woke one morning to find his hands opening and closing again like they did before. It wasn’t long before the rest of him was healed and he endeavoured to catch up on everything he’d missed. Which was a lot.

Thankfully he had a headstart in the knowledge department and could breeze through the first few weeks of material but the physical training? Not so much. It was still difficult but the healing serum wouldn’t let him go down easily and the other cadets had to actively try to beat him to a pulp, often ganging up to make his life hell. But he weathered it. He endured it and eventually, they lost interest, limiting the beatings to combat training and martial exercises.

He found himself in the curious position of having all the answers when it came to exams and assignments but also having no way to defend himself if someone wanted what was in his mind. He began giving out cheatsheets so people wouldn’t hurt him and made a record of everyone who ever took one. It was in this way he befriended Arko. A burly Coperan boy who wasn’t a quick study but could rig a half decent generator out of a box of scrap and keep it running smoother than an Imperial dreadnought.

He approached Soren early on when he found out about people giving him a hard time. But he didn’t want to cheat. He genuinely wanted help and Soren was happy to assist someone without having his skull caved in. They became friends and fewer people became inclined to throttle Soren when he walked by.

They were eventually split into different groups but Arko learned a lot from Soren and managed to get by on his own. Soren however, did not. At 10 years old (16-17 Human years), Soren was paired with a firey young woman named Raya who had almost murdered him several times during training. He was terrified of her and despite his Overseer’s demands, he couldn’t bring himself to sleep with her even if he tried.

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Eventually, they did get together and he found himself uncomfortably drawn to her with irrational thoughts that made no sense to him. It took him a while to realize he might be in love and when he did, Raya laughed in his face. They grew inseperable after that but Soren knew it couldn’t last. As Shadow Operatives, they would be seperated and he decided to break it off before then. He still regretted never saying goodbye to his parents and it wouldn’t happen with Raya.

It didn’t go well. Despite her pleas to stay together, he left her and then she committed suicide. Soren shut himself down after that and wouldn’t talk to anybody, particularly the therapist they gave him. Eventually, he grew tired of her endless spiels about the importance of grieving, the endless repetition of the worst moment of his life burned into his eidetic memory. So he suggested he should fuck her. It took her by surprise, of course, but she didn’t refuse and Soren didn’t disappoint. Raya had taught him a lot and the Overseers finally admitted he was ready to continue training.

Despite his best efforts, Soren was still way behind in the cadet rankings of which there remained one hundred and sixteen. His name hovered around eighty six through seventy eight and wouldn’t rise any further no matter how hard he tried. So he decided it was time to use the ace up his sleeve.

Soren nagged at the Overseers until they agreed to all meet with him at once. A little peeved, they expected him to beg for a better rank but Soren did no such thing. He simply presented them with a datacard and thanked them for their time. Leaving as quickly as he had come.

He left them to find a long list of the cadets who’d used his cheatsheets, copied the answers to his exams, providing several different variations of his answers which were written and rewritten to appear slightly different to the ones he had provided. Comprehensive proof of everyone who had cheated their way through the program, even once.

Soren knew that simply by collecting the information for all these years and choosing the right moment and the right people to present it to, showed that he had learned best what they had to teach him. And the next day all the names on the rankings board had shifted considerably. And beside his own was a shiny number 6. It was tattooed onto the inside of his left eyelid when he graduated from the program at age 12 (19-20 Human years).

The top ranked Shadow Operatives were chosen to remain within the Ascendancy, working as Abacupfi and liasons while the rest were sent to the Empire. Soren was despatched to Thrace to deal with a suspicious sighting of Humans near an abandoned warehouse.

He quickly discovered that the warehouse was not, in fact, abandoned. Inside, Imperial Intelligence was rigging surveillance equipment into statues which were bound for the capital and addressed to government office buildings which Soren recognized off the top of his head.

He easily killed the two guards and quickly set to work rigging an EMP that took out all the equipment after he left the building. He even had time to call in to base for cleanup before Cipher 34 and three Fixers jumped him.

They beat his teeth out of his skull and demanded to know who he was working for but Soren didn’t talk. He’d had worse and he wouldn’t betray the Ascendancy. But before he could attempt to escape, the sound of approaching Ascendant ships spooked the Imperials and they used a stunner to knock him out so he wouldn’t yell for help.

Soren was kidnapped and taken to Dromund Kaas. He had the misfortune of being brought into Intelligence Headquarters while Lord Baras was visiting and the Sith expressed great interest in cracking an alien mind. He spent three weeks torturing the Chiss and the Imperials began gathering to watch the interrogation behind two-way transparisteel. They found it ridiculously amusing that he could grow back his fingers only to have them sliced off again.

But the Keeper saw opportunity where others saw entertainment. He kept to the shadows, watching, waiting. And when the Chiss finally dared to escape, Keeper ushered several troopers in to shoot him ‘dead’, stealing Lord Baras’ prize. The Sith grumbled a while but soon lost interest and Keeper sent Soren off to the Imperial Academy for training. He would gain an operative from this venture. And at 13 years old (21 Human years), Soren became an Agent of the Empire.

The Imperial Agent story begins almost five years later when Soren is 17 (29 Human years) and arrives on Hutta.

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How will technology change our lives in twenty years

Name Of Student: Hazzaa AlMazrouei ID Number: 161420009

Table of Contents Introduction: 3 Hypothesis: 3 Report Body: 4 Conclusion: 5 References: 6

Introduction: Technology has been an ultimate life changer the past years. However, around 90% of the people worldwide re depending on it in terms of communication, advertising, education, entertainment, healthcare, etc. Technology is now a large part of our culture or society and our predictable upcoming future. There is little room for people that request to live deprived of technology, and fortunately it is still proceeding at a degree that has assisted stave off inactivity thus I trust by the coming years it will completely amaze us with new products since we do see a huge alteration every one or two years what if we anticipated for twenty years to look for a change? Don't you think the change will be quite huge? Don't you also think that our lives will totally change due to these new products that will be introduced in the market? In past years individuals, did not have cars neither do phones or even televisions, however when technology first came and introduced new products in order to communicate or even make it easier to live it really changed everything. You might ask me how would it change everything? Well basically lets speak about companies back in the 70’s it was really hard to track the sales abroad if they basically had to open in another country yet now a days many systems could actually track sales of any branch around the world in just a screen using ERP systems. Technology made an amazing job in many areas whether it has been easy for companies to succeed or as an individual where mobile phones got introduced for easy communication and access to the Internet. I personally would thank my life for these amazing devices since I cannot live without. You may ask me why can’t i like without them? Well basically if you traveled to a new country in Europe that you haven't visited before and would like to visit somewhere specific without a taxi what would you do? I wouldn't ask for help or directions I would basically ask Google maps since its accurate and clear thus technology is basically my hero. Moreover, when I think would technology provide us in the future? Will it be helpful like it is right now? Would the products be as good as these? And will it be expensive or higher in price? I can't say for sure whether the world will be improved or poorer place after 100 years due to the reason that I think one part will revolve for the better using technology while another part will be worse. In the technological area all things have different types or even areas where many new machines have been conceived and those things will aid people more professionally. On the other hand, when we get numerous new technologies in our life it might cause some difficulties whether in price of loss of jobs. In my research, today I will speak about the possible new technologies and how will they alter in the coming twenty years in terms of what would change or what will be introduced. Hypothesis: Machineries might start thinking like humans as early as 2025. Space trips might consider distributing people to Mars where it could start taking place in 2031. Tailored suits could give people superhuman abilities in the next 10 years. Virtual reality might substitute textbooks throughout the next decade. Self-driving cars could be universal in the next 10 years. 3D printing can be used to construct more houses in 20 years. The hypotheses above seem to be shocking in my opinion yet it is also exciting. However, they are based on studies and researched through data searching in the Internet. I believe that technology could reach to this stage due to the reason that many things have been possible in the past year. Moreover, the next few years will seem to be very exciting as we mentioned above since the hypothesis shoes that there will be a huge transformation of many businesses, areas, lifestyles, type of jobs due to false intelligence (Such as the suites), Self-driving cars, education (such as virtual reality), 3D printing in housing and of course in others. Report Body: The next evolution when it comes to technology would target integrating with robots, however we have heard a lot about robots in the past few decades but haven’t seen these integrations yet thus the development of robots will seem to integrate in our lives these robots are targeted to be digital rather than the ones we see in movies where a robot would move and get you a cup of tea. Obviously, this is not how it works since robots are basically integrating in our daily lives without us noticing such as the devices we use and the ways technology is trying to make our life smarter. Speaking about the new cars generations it seems that driverless cars to interplanetary travel instead of trains and other types of travel. The new revolution providing driverless cars are going to be legal whereas it will increase the road safety and efficiency leading to less accidents in the future. These cars will also shift us rapidly sharing cars thus varying how we travel seems to be one of the biggest game changers in the world in the next period or so. Few companies around the world have become brilliant in terms of how to get out their employee’s innovations, however by using their ideas they do come up with amazing technologies and this is how they grow. Speaking about Google they are trying to provide machines that would start thinking like us individuals, however I think it’s weird yet it seems to be real. I tried to find possible reasons in my mind whether how would they do it or using what? Yet nothing is coming on my mind therefore this hypothesis might wrong. Moving to the trip to planet Mars it seems that some individuals in NASA are very keen to go there due to their unstoppable possibilities to travel in this planet. Moreover, sending astronauts to the red planet is targeted by 2024 thus the first people going to Mars will be follow by robots to start living and doing their basic materials in that planets this idea seems to be insane but never believe my guts because it could find. Providing virtual reality classes to students is agreed to be accurate sine teachers could take students in the past and show them what happened whether in biology back in the dinosaur’s era or even when teaching history back in the war days. However, this seems to explain the accurate information and what happened in the textbook instead of explaining the whole story. Google Expedition App already targets students to show them the places they are likely to go whereas this application will be released in September. Moving to the building materials, it seems that constructing a house wouldn’t be as hard as it is right now whereas architects are racing to provide us with 3D printed houses. Moreover, China seems to be a Pioneer since one of their companies called Winsun has built ten houses in one day. I mean is this even possible? Speaking about the cost each one has cost 5000 dollars yet a professor at USC has built a huge 3D printer in order to build an entire house with electrical and plumbing channels. I love the idea is these 3D printed houses in my opinion they will increase in the future due to their low price and effectively considering the time as well. These 3D printers would help cities to boom with houses and building but the question is they are safe to go for?

Conclusion: We are living in a tremendously thrilling time in terms of science and technology where things that have continuously been measured science fiction are becoming usual and normal components of our lives. However, while we have sighted creation and discovery after innovations over and over in the last couple of years yet the next ten to twenty years are going to blow everyone’s mind due to the awesome things these scientists are discovering. Moreover, when an individual has an idea it seems that it is likely to happen it just needs a good leader or company such as Google, Apple, or booming companies like them and it is the secret to their success. Our capability to innovate is growing exponentially as the years go by therefore to give you an idea of the greatness of this reality you must can share it. In my opinion change is great and recommended if it makes life easier, less complicated, and modern yet I could always disagree with over depending on the technology due its bad effect. We cannot predict the future and we are not sure whether the technologies coming to us are accurate but I believe nothing is stoppable when you have innovation a way to work through putting your innovations into actions since it is possible if you have the ability and capability to do it.

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10 Ways the Next 10 Years Are Going To Be Mind-Blowing. (2016, October 13). Retrieved June 29, 2017, from http://highexistence.com/10-ways-the-next-10-years-are-going-to-be-mind-blowing/ http://www.networkworld.com/article/3045045/software/9-ways-technology-will-change-within-the-next-10-years.html Das, R. (2014, July 14). Top 20 Technologies that Will Change our Lives: Next Up - Digital Medicine. Retrieved June 29, 2017, from https://www.forbes.com/sites/reenitadas/2014/07/14/top-20-technologies-that-will-change-our-lives-next-up-digital-medicine/ Staff, J. G. (2016, March 24). 9 ways technology will change within the next 10 years. Retrieved June 29, 2017, from http://www.networkworld.com/article/3045045/software/9-ways-technology-will-change-within-the-next-10-years.html Melanie Swan, Blockchain Theorist, Philosophy and Economic Theory, New School for Social Research, New York NY Follow. (2007, October 27). Future Of Technology. Retrieved June 29, 2017, from https://www.slideshare.net/lablogga/future-of-technology

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warmau · 7 years

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{Special} College!AU Momo

major: photography / concentration: commercial

minor: dropped her dance minor because she realized she liked her own style way more than taking classes on it,,,

sports: urban dance team

clubs: cooking club (except she doesn’t cook she just tastes everyone else is making), reviews restaurants with jeongyeon for the campus blog, and sometimes gets asked by dance minors for help which shocks her because she’s like “how do you guys know i dance,,,” and they’re like “we see all of nayeons snapchats of you!!!!” and momo is like,,,,,,,,,,,clueless

ever since she was really young everyone assumed momo was going to pursue her career in dance,,,, she’s just always been so good at it and loved with a passion that people were like you hAVE to major in dance or theater,,,, be a PERFORMER

but momo,,,,,was hesitant with it because as much as she adores it,,, something about making it her chief discipline,,, took out the fun in it

so when she entered college and chose photography everyone was like ??? because since when did she like taking photos

or doing anything aside from laying upside down from her bed watching dramas or being in a practice studio,,,,,,,

but momo’s simple answer was “food”

“what about,,,,,,,food?”

“i want,,,,,,,to take photos of food.”

which im not kidding, is an actual career like who do you think takes those videos for mcdonalds or those nice pics for restaurant menus like this is a lEGITMATE business and momo is like “i heard sometimes you can eat the food after,,,,,,,if it isn’t fake : )”

jihyo: oh that’s why you want to do it, to eat right

momo:,,,,,,,,,,,

momo: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yes

she tried doing rookie shots of jeongyeon’s cooking or her sisters and ,,, the photos didn’t turn out half bad so she decided it’d be something she could see herself doing

plus it would still give her time to practice dance for her own leisure,,,,,,

to be honest,,,college was a bit of challenge for her - momo isn’t the most schoolwork motivated and she has habits of slipping into her hobbies more than her schoolwork

cue: moms jihyo and jeongyeon reminding her that she has finals and projects due

and momo crying over the prerequisite biology course

but hey,,,,,she has a dream and she wants to be able to follow it (and make money,,,,as all college students dream of some day LOL)

plus,,,,,if anything,,,,,,she makes money on the side tutoring dance and being in small performances set up by friends or dance majors so you know ,,,,,, it isn’t like she gave up the thing she really loves

she’s just being realistic

but she does get lost on her way to class like all the time,,, like she’s been on campus long enough to know where the buildings are but she zones out and ends up outside of the library and not the art department

do you know how many times sana has found her there??? too many to count

keeps getting scouted by different uni sports teams while she’s at the gym because she’s FIT and has a more grueling workout then some of the dudes on the football team

but the only team she’s on is an urban dance one because she’s friends with the leader who lets her choreograph parts and it’s the only group that lets her ,,,, like?? break the rules??? of what people think dance is about

but yeah even though she can sleep for 16 hours straight and eats unhealthy snacks in class,,,,,,she can probably run laps around half the people on campus

nayeon calls her ab-god and momo is just like “i can make my abs dance wanna see” and nayeon is like YES im gonna put it on instagram and jeongyeon has to pull momo’s shirt down before it can happen because quote on quote, “stop exploiting her for likes nayeon”

shares her dorm with jeongyeon’s and you can see who lives on which side

because one is perfectly clean, with a new-looking monitor on the desk and textbooks staked by class and bed sheets white and crisp

while the other is,,,,,,,mismatched sheets,,,,,,,30248 teddy bears,,,,,,,and a desk that has empty chip bags on it and momo’s sweater that she wore a week ago

who cuts out photos of pretty food and tapes them to their binders??? momo

everyone in her class is like ,,,,,,,,,,,, oh and she’s like “this is a photo of a hotdog. a hotdog,,,,,,i would die for”

most definitely sleeps in class when she can LOL

you first see momo on your way to pick up a friend’s films from the photography department

she’s standing outside of the entrance,,,, where you have to swipe an ID to get in looking glum and you wonder if maybe,,,,,,she forgot her ID?

you don’t want to be weird and just ask her but it’s obvious the way she’s looking at the machine and the people passing through

it’s even more obvious when mina walks by, and goes “no ID?”

momo pouts as mina swipes herself in and shakes her head “cant help you momorin,,,,,,,,,start using the wallet we gave you!!!”

momo sighs,,,mumbling to herself that dropping her money and cards into her huge backpack has always worked before - todays just an unlucky day

you feel bad and so you walk over and go “h,,,,hey im going to be going inside and i can hand you my ID after i swipe it if you want???”

momo’s eyes light up,,,,,,,she does a little clap and thanks you

you swipe yourself in and then discreetly hand over your ID to her so she can do it too

once inside momo grins,,,,,her smile is so cute and she takes your hand to shake it,,,,,thanking you again

with that she rushes off,,,, realizing she’s late now for class and you stand there a little bewildered because something tells you she isn’t,,,,like a lot of other people is she

you learn quickly that you’re right - she’s not

because the next day as you’re leaving the photography department you see momo again

and she doesn’t have her ID,,,,,,,,,again

and you swipe her in and she’s all stars in her eyes thanking you!!!! till she goes “oh,,,,,,,,,,,,but i think i forgot my camera in the dorm oh no,,,,,,,i have to go back,,,,,”

you watch again, amazed, as she dashes out of the building you try to think of something to say but you just call out “take your ID too!”

she does something of a nod,,,,,,disappearing out the doors

this goes on for a bit,,,,,,,momo seems to never have her ID and you always bump into her at the entrance

sometimes a friend or someone else will swipe her in, but for a while it seems like she’s looking for you

when she sees you,,,,,she calls your name,,,,,,,,the smile of hers is really simple - it’s not big and bright

but it’s, it’s got this subtle beauty

even a bit of a sleepy beauty,,,something that reminds you of warm blankets and lazy afternoons

even though you’ve seen her run,,,,,like she’s part of the track team and get up and all worried about forgetting anything else before going in,,,,,,,for the most part momo’s energy is always dreamy

and you,,,,,,you think it’s cute

at one point you’d been handing her your ID when a girl,,,,with short hair and a stern expression swatted your arm and went “don’t give it, she needs to learn to stop losing her ID!”

you had looked at her and momo had frowned “jeongyeon,,,,,,,,they’re being nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

jeongyeon has narrowed her eyes and went “momo told me about you,,,,,,stop swiping her in! she needs to start bringing her ID! doesn’t it bother you that she’s always here?”

your gaze had shifted to momo,,,,,,to be honest nothing about her bothered you in the least,,,,,,,you’d swipe momo in for the rest of your academic career if she wanted

but you didn’t even have to say that,,,,,jeongyeon just huffed and went “i see you’ve been won over - you’re hopeless!”

turning to momo she’d pinched her roommates nose and went “stop relying on being adorable and start getting organized - we’re going to clean our WHOLE dorm till you find your ID”

with that jeongyeon had pulled momo out of the building,,,,,,momo had went willingly,,,,but turned and waved to you

shyly you’d brought your hand up to wave back,,,,,,,but jeongyeon’s words kept rattling in your head

‘you’ve been won over - you’re hopeless!’

you got stuck thinking about it so long that someone had to ask you to move out of the way so they could get through skfljda

but it’s true,,,,,,she really had in some ways,,,,,,won you over

a couple of weeks passed by and momo had vanished from her spot near the entrance,,,you were a little upset,,,,,you wouldn’t lie

but you were happy thinking that she had probably finally gotten her ID back

until you saw her again,,,,,,

“do you need me to swipe you in?”

momo shakes her head,,,,,the way her hairs up in a messy bun and the oversized hoodie hanging over her frame,,,,,you wanna CRY she’s so damn cute

“jeongyeon made me get my ID remade,,,,and i haven’t lost it because-”

proudly she shows you the lanyard around her neck, from the bottom hangs her ID pass and you look at it,,,,it’s pink,,,,,with little dogs on it

(see: you’d cry she’s so frea K I NG CUTE)

“so what’s up?”

momo motions to the door with her hand,,,,you give her a confused look but she goes “i wanna take you somewhere i really like,,,,,,do you want to come?”

she doesn’t tell you the name of where you’re going or where it’s located, you just follow her as momo takes your hand and excitedly talks to herself about how she’s been craving this food for a while,,,,,,,

you end up seated in a small family-owned restaurant,,,,momo is on a first name basis with the lady that takes your order and even knows about her kids and husband

momo seems like she’s at home,,,,,not even looking at the menu since she orders her “regular”

you try to see if there’s anything you’d like but momo urges you to get what she is - she promises you’re going to love it!!!!!!

and you’ve never seen her so animated and excited about something

her usual daydreamy like expression turns vibrant

and she tells you that this place is her favorite,,,,she’s been coming here since she was a kid

and you’re like,,,,,,,,still not sure why she’s taken you here and what this is like is this a thank you for you helping her swipe in all those times?? is this just new friends hanging out???? is this a date,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

the idea makes your heart do a ! and you’re not sure how to calm yourself down

but momo is thankfully distracted because when the food comes out,,,,,,it’s like a whole new person is in the room with you

and you reach over but momo is like “wait! let me take a photo!”

she takes her camera out,,,,,not her phone,,,,and you’re like “should i pos-”

but she instead starts snapping pics of the food, admiring it and smiling to herself and she’s like “oh! we should take one too!”

you flush bright pink as she moves over to sit beside you

she’s squished up against your arm,,,,,the smell of strawberry scented shampoo and her pretty profile up close is enough to send you into a mini heart attack

but momo just comfortably throws up the peace sign and giggles for you to do it too

the food,,,,,,like momo said,,,,,,, is exceptionally good!!! you and momo don’t talk, both totally immersed in the flavor

but once you’re done,,,,,finishing what is a serving for four people,,,,,,you go “thanks for taking me here! i never knew this place existed!”

momo nods, patting her stomach “i only show it to people who i like”

those words make you freeze,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,what kind of like,,,,,,you’re so confused,,,,,,,

momo’s ability to say things like that with no change in expression makes your head spin because what??????? does?????? this???? all???? mean???

momo suddenly gets up to pay and you try to get some bills from your wallet but she’s just like “you don’t have to, ive racked up points!”

confused you look at her pull a card from her pocket, the name of the restaurant and holes punched all throught it except for the message that says ‘come 10 times and get a free meal!’

you gwack and momo hands it to the lady from before who asks “do you want another one?” momo just smiles in obvious response

and when you two are back on the train to campus,,,,,you practically jump from your skin when momo softly lays her head on your shoulder and falls asleep

her mouth open in just the slightest and her hand tightly holding yours,,,,,,

you feel even more nervous when you guys are standing together in front of the dorms,,,,,,momo isn’t say anything

and you’re so worried you did something wrong that you’re trying to come up with an apology in your head when momo just goes

“we should ,,,,,,, do this again”

you nod,,,,almost too fast,,,,,,,your excitement makes you embarrassed but momo just seems to find it cute

then she takes a step closer and adds “if you ,,,,, want we should also ,,,”

her hands come up to hold your face,,, your eyes dart back and forth and you feel your heart spin but you close your eyes

and momo kisses you ever so gently,,,,,,the same sensation of when a snowflake falls on your skin

but it makes your whole body tingle because,,,,,she did it,,,,,,she kissed you

and oh god you don’t want to do anything else for the rest of your life but kiss hirai momo,,,,,,,,,

you say your goodnights and you go home on cloud nine,,,,,,momo falls face first into her bed and jeongyeon is about to tell her to at least take of her shoes first

when momo turns her head, smiling and goes “jeongyeon,,,,,,i found someone i like,,,,,,,,,,as much as i like food,,,,,,,,”

jeongyeon almost doesn’t believe it LOL

the first act of dating momo is you two swipe yourselves into the photography department while holding hands and it’s so c*rny,,,,,,yet sweet

well i mean jihyo finds it sweet and nayeon says it’s corny but you know whatever

you actually get you and momo matching lanyards to wear for your IDs and you’re too shy to give it to her but when she finds them hanging on the wall of your dorm

she grasps them and is like !!!!!!! cute !!!!!

you got one with peaches on it because momo told you that’s what her name means and you didn’t say that either,,,,,,but momo somehow just Knew

momo is the comfortable college gf meaning she loves wearing baggy jeans, big t-shirts, uni sweaters, and sneakers

but sometimes when she has a dance competition to go to or sana makes her go shopping with her

you get to see momo in cute shorts or dresses and wow ok,,,,like i know we established how adorable she is but momo is hot,,,,,,and you’re like oh my,,,,,,,,,,,god and everyone is like “don’t drool” and you’re like excuse me but my gf is killing me????? do you see how good she looks??????

but to momo it doesn’t really matter what she wears, she’s fine showing up to get cereal with you in the campus dinning hall at 3 pm in her goofy pajamas like she’ll do it

but no matter what she always has that,,,,,strawberry scented shampoo,,,,,and this laid back aura that makes you feel that spinning heart feeling anytime you see her

you get to see momo’s photography and she’s pretty good,,,,,she’s definitely more careful with product photography then she is with like taking photos of people

see: all her pics of food for her portfolio are amazing, top quality

you ask her to take one photo of you and it’s a blurry nightmare

matching coffee mugs over matching phone cases

she unapologetically eats off your plate if you’re eating,,,,,,like even if you’re just unwrapping some gum she’ll break half the stick off

but you don’t mind,,,,,tbh you start carrying snacks with you because you know momo’s going to eat like half of yours LOL

when you first see her dance,,,,,you can’t even believe it’s her,,,,,,,

the same girl who just kissed you on the corner of the lips because she missed your mouth because she was still sleepy,,,,,,looks like the most fierce girl on stage

you know everyone else in the group is doing good,,,but you can’t look away from momo,,,,,,her impact is TOO strong

and afterword, sweaty and being flocked by people complimenting her - momo finds you in the crowd and sluggishly falls into your arms for a hug

“you did amazing, i never knew you were that good!”

she rubs her face into your neck and just goes “im hungry,,,,,,”

that’s momo as a gf for you; affectionate and hungry aksdlskjg

but really,,,being with her is so chill and you get worried because you want to do more for her, take her somewhere fancy or get her something expensive because she means a lot to you

but momo is totally fine with cuddling and a movie,,,,,,,,+ three different types of popcorn

and she just wants to kiss your face and not get up from the couch

also she never fails to amaze you because you once went to a dog cafe because you thought momo would have fun since she loves animals and cafe snacks

and an hour later, with a big dog sitting in her lap momo turns to you with a big smile and goes

“im actually allergic to them”

you almost yELL because oh GOD WHAT but she’s like not deathly!! she tries to hug the dog again but you’re like um excuse me let me get my gf out of her before she sneezes herself into a coma or something oh god

studying with momo consists of you quizzing her on stuff and giving her candy if she gets it right but every once in a while she just pushes the flash cards from your hands and asks to get all mushy instead

and you can’t resist her at all

jeongyeon is like “you’re wearing momo-colored glasses, all you ever see is her” and you’re like,,,,,,,yep,,,,,you right,,,,,,,,,i love her so much

you and momo looooove just laying out in a park after an exhausting week of school and work and everyone else and you guys share headphones and listen to a playlist you made

and there’s a song that goes ‘you are my peach, your are my plum’ and everytime it plays momo wiggles closer to you and mumbles that it’s your song,,,,,,,,because she’s your peach,,,,,and you’re her plum and ok is it the cutest thing ever? yeah. yeah it is

momo getting you to come to the gym with her and you’re like ,,,,, cant we just be slOBS together and go get some cheetos,,,,,,,

but momo is like it’s fun!! and you’re like idgi how can you like exercising but also not moving for 24 hours straight

dahyun: it’s her talent, the duality of les momo

you guys eskimo kiss and momo tickles you with the ends of her hair and it’s so damn soft,,,,,,,

momo is a horrible texter but it’s ok because she makes up for it by just sending the same heart emoji over and over again and then randomly you’ll get a selfie from her that makes you want to frame it and put it up in the moma she’s so damn gorgeous

she’s also the type of girlfriend to point to two cute animals cuddling and be like “us”

but also point to french fries stuck together and be like “ U!!S!!!!!”

you catch her dancing to herself and forgetting she’s in a library full of students and just so people stop staring at only her you start trying to dance along with her and ,,,

ok you love her so much and momo loves you ok she probably just blankly stares at you for 30 minutes before going “you’re pretty” and then passing out on top of her textbook

#twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice au #momo scenarios #momo imagines #momo au #sfw #twice #momo #hirai momo scenarios #hirai momo #girl group scenarios #gg scenarios #im going to cry this made me so emo

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