#if you can go and have your college dorm as a safe haven then absolutely take that chance

[carbonateddelusion]

I know I haven't said much about it, but legitimately, "running away" was one of the most pivotal life decisions I've ever made. Probably THE first major life decision I've made, and also the best. If you have an opportunity to go, leave. Get out of there. If you are not safe at home, emotionally, physically, whatever, and you're able to leave, do it. It's going to suck such major ass for a while because you're going to have to deal with the scars they've left on you, but I wholeheartedly, full-throatedly, with-my-chest promise you that it is going to be better. You're going to be better. If you have the privilege of being able to escape, no matter how difficult it feels, then RUN.

#whatever you leave behind is not your responsibility. sometimes you're gonna have a fucked relationship with the siblings you 'abandoned' #but they have to understand that you had to leave. and that you were actively fighting to take them with you the entire time #it's okay to be selfish. you need to be selfish to start to recover. #if you have to be homeless please look up and do your research on local resources first. plan things out. #i was lucky enough to have family who'd been waiting years and years for this moment to happen #if you can go and have your college dorm as a safe haven then absolutely take that chance #if you can go and rent an apartment with the money from your job then take that chance #plan shit. do it. even if your brain fights you. you do not want to be out there without proper precautions or else you could end up- #-seriously fucked over. #also i know i'm encouraging people to get out but in equal measure: #if it isn't safe to leave you are not lesser for staying. #if it's winter and you can't be out there alone you are not complicit in your own abuse yk? #if you have family you CANNOT leave behind like extremely young siblings then you are not at fault for staying. #i was lucky enough to be able to leave quickly and (relatively) painlessly and i'm aware that not everybody can do that #sometimes staying IS the better choice. but that's a choice YOU have to make not me #assess your situation properly. are you staying for your own safety or because you're scared? #etc etc. obviously take all of this with a grain of salt i don't have all the life experience in the world just what little i have #also: prepaid phones are a godsend. MRIs. canned food. make sure to have first aid kits if needed. plan ahead. have a stash somewhere safe #rox rumblings #me things

[carousellights]

The Boy With The Headset | Part 8

Synopsis: The world was always so loud. Moving so fast without any care for the people who might get left behind.

All the commotion of college seems to put Y/n’s life on autopilot. Her only safe haven being the almost absolute quiet of her dorm room.

Jisung can’t seem to handle the constant sounds of life preferring to drown himself in music instead.

The boy with the headphones who sits next to Y/n seems to blend their noises into a perfect melody.

Word count: 1.9k

Pairing: music major! han x student! reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining

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Standing outside of the door Y/n takes a few breaths and raises her hand. As she knocks she hears a loud sigh and yells, “Bin I told you to put your keys in your bag.” The door opens and her eyes find a shirtless Chan standing in shock. He blinks and then starts laughing, “I’m sorry I thought, uh, you probably heard what I thought.” He opens the door wider and motions her in. “You can sit down I’m gonna, uh” he laughs a little as he continues, “gonna put on a shirt.”

As he walks down the hall Y/n looks over at the sofa and sits on the edge. The house is quiet except for the small segments of music trickling in. After a few moments, she feels the couch dip. Looking over she sees Chan this time with a black shirt covering him. “Is Jisung here?” She wills herself not to glance at his door hoping he’s standing there. Chan looks over at the clock, “He went back to the studio. He forgot his headphones.”

The disappointment is clear on her face. Chan starts giggling again, making her look over, “You have a crush on Ji?” She nods her head and they fall into each other while laughing. “Why don’t you just confess to him?” She shakes her head and glares at him, “Why do you think I haven’t confessed yet?” He looks deep into her eyes, “He doesn’t talk to any of us like he talks to you.” Y/n scoffs and rolls her eyes then replies, “I’ve seen him try to kiss you guys before.” Chan rolls his eyes yet nods his head, “I told him people would get the wrong impression.”

A small beat of silence passes before Y/n speaks up, “You know I thought he was gonna confess yesterday.” Chan rests his head on a part of the couch and slumps down. She continues, “He asked me to hang out. He even said it wasn’t to study.” He gasps and nods at her to continue. “He ordered for me and got me flowers. Yet nothing.” Chan clicks his tongue and shakes his head finally responding, “I can’t believe he missed the opportunity.” He turns his attention back to her, “I think you should just confess. He’s too much of a wimp.”

Chan leans over and points at Y/n’s phone, “I mean he’s one text away for you.” Turning her eyes to the phone she questions, “For me?” Her eyes meet his as he begins to explain, “He’s really bad at answering text but, with you, he’s always checking.”

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Opening the door the last thing Jisung expected was to see Y/n sitting on the couch with one of his roommates. Chan's eyes flick upwards towards him and Y/n turns her head. Her eyes widen and she stands up, “Jisung you’re back.” He nods as his brain is busy trying to figure out what’s going on. Chan tilts his head towards Jisung’s door and mouths something. It clicks, “Did you wanna go to my room?” Y/n nods and follows him as he heads for his door.

As they sit down Jisung looks at the blue light surrounding her again. He slips off his headphones and pats the bed next to him, willing her to lay down with him. “So why are you inside my dorm?” Y/n grabs the remote and turns on the tv searching for something to put on before replying, “I just wanted to see you.” As she brings her focus back to the tv he looks at her and wonders how he got so lucky.

After picking a show Y/n makes herself comfortable and Jisung grabs his laptop and pulls up a song he has been working on. He can feel Y/n lean over before she talks, “You know I think you could hire Hyunjin to draw some cover art for you.” When he turns to look at her he has a hurt look across his face. Y/n begins to explain, “I mean you two are very good artists. I think he could capture what your songs feel like on paper.” Jisung shakes his head and then opens a small folder on his computer, “I draw too, it may not be at his level but I got it.” She nods her head.

Just as Jisung is about to plug in his headphones he hears her speak again “The choreography that they did for your songs is crazy. You guys are so talented.” Closing his laptop he glares at her and starts speaking, “I can dance too.” Before she can help it a small laugh escapes her. “My best friend is Minho. He’s taught me a lot. He even wanted me on the dance crew.” This time a big laugh erupts in the room as Y/n nods her head, “Sure just like how the vocal crew wants you too.” Standing up he flails his arms around, “I can’t help it that I’m so good at everything and everyone wants a piece of me.” Y/n starts grabbing at his shirt trying to pull him to sit down again. “I’m sure everyone wants you” He finally sits down and starts paying attention to the show.

Y/n adjust the blankets around them and Jisung rests his head on her lap. While looking up at her watching the show Jisung slightly tugs on her shirt to get her attention, “I’m good at it all right?” She looks down and tilts her head a little confused, he clarifies, “I’m good at singing, dancing, and rapping right?” She nods and starts playing with his hair, “you’re the best Jisung.” His eyes fall back on the screen but his head is racing with thoughts of what she just said.

The room fades to black as the episode ends. Looking over at the clock Jisung notices that it’s already late. “Hey, Y/n it’s already 10:40 how about I walk you home.” She continues playing with his hair and with a quick glance down he can tell she doesn’t want to leave. “Come on, you'll see me again soon. I know it’s hard to part with someone so great.” He laughs as he gets up and adjusts the blankets so they’re no longer draped over her. She shifts off the bed and follows him out.

With every step, Jisung is reminded of Y/n’s hand in his. He could swear that the only thing keeping his head in reality is the cold breeze. He can feel her hand shake as they walk up the stairs, “we’re almost there then you can warm up.” He reassures her and she pulls his arm closer, “you’re really warm.” As they reach the door he grabs the key from her and unlocks it himself, not wanting her to feel the cold metal.

As she steps into her apartment the cold wind begins to mix with the warm air she’s letting out. She leans on the door as he talks, “I have to go to the studio tomorrow evening if you wanna join?” His voice gets higher at the end and he clears his throat to cover it. She sighs and sways slightly moving the door. “I have some work to do tomorrow.” Looking in his eyes for a moment she speaks again, “but I’ll still walk you there I need to get out of the house anyway.”

As he stands by her door again he listens to the sounds of her rustling before opening the door. “Good morning.” She smiles and he grabs her hand as they begin walking. “What are you gonna do at the studio?” While turning his head to her slightly he replies with a smile, “I was going to show you my dancing skills, but I guess since you can’t stay I’ll look over their work and take some notes of changes to make to the music.” She lets out a quick laugh and begins to walk faster and let go of his hand. “Wait wait Y/n” he takes a few running steps and walks next to her again “my hand gets cold without you.” She takes her hand in hers again. He squeezes her hand three times before they pass the next building.

They stop in front of the door to the dance building turning to fully face each other, “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.” He shakes his head and quickly says “don’t feel sorry I’ll still see you soon. After I’m done here I can stop by yeah?” She nods and waves goodbye as she turns away.

Taking a deep breath he opens the door to the studio and is greeted by loud noises from each side of the room. Suddenly Hyunjin looks over and walks up to Jisung with no expression and tense air. Jisung can feel the blood rushing to his face as Hyunjin begins talking, “Y/n didn’t hug you.” It comes out as a statement so he doesn’t answer. Hyunjin continues, “if you hurt her there will be repercussions. So don’t break her heart, ok?” Hyunjin gives a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes

Jisung stares at the taller man for a while before it clicks. He must think him and Y/n are dating. Jisung’s words reach his mouth as soon as he realizes, “no no me and Y/n aren’t together. Also I would never hurt her ever.” Hyunjin turns and walks away back to his partners who are already stretching. Every once in a while he’ll look over at Jisung with a death glare.

“Hey Jisung where’s your pretty friend?” He looks over to Felix and raises his eyebrows before answering, “you mean Y/n?” He nods and Jisung can feel a small pit in his stomach. “She had some work to do.” Felix nods. Jisung turns and finds Changbin, “do you think Y/n is pretty?” He laughs but as he sees Jisung’s face remain serious he gives a reply, “of course she’s pretty.” The pit grows bigger as he overhears Felix gushing over her again. “I used to see her a lot when I worked at the coffee shop. I memorized her order and everything but then she stopped showing up.” The rustling of the clothes as they stretched became defining. Felix continues, “Minho you think Y/n is cute it’s not just me right?” Jisung glares at his friend but he doesn’t seem to notice. Suddenly Minho nods and then claps, “is everyone ready for the first run.”

They move and the music is too loud. Their breathing is heavy. The sweat that flies off them lingers in the air and Jisung feels like throwing up. Each squeak of their shoe makes him take a step back. He swears he can hear the sweat come out of their pores. His clothes seem to restrict his vest from getting the air he needs. He unzips his jacket but no use. All his clothes feel too tight. Everything is too much: there’s too much noise, too many people, too much sweat, too much light.

Turning towards the door he rushes out. When did the sun set? It was getting dark and he had to hurry. Rushing through the dried leaves on the floor he covers his ears. His lungs start to burn from the cold. The foggy breath that lingers in front of him makes him feel like he’s not going fast enough; he can’t shake the feeling that he’s running out of time. As the apartment comes into view he speeds up. Rushing up the stairs he stops by her door. Would she even want to see him right now? While he tries to catch his breath his body works faster than his brain and he knocks. After a few seconds Y/n opens the door. Her words don’t quite make it to his ears, “are you ok?”

Taglist 🏷️ @autumn-lv @burningchaosdeer @hipsdofangirl @shakalakaboomboo @myprwttyhan (send an ask to be added/removed)

#skz fluff #skz angst #skz series #skz x reader #han jisung fics #han jisung x reader #han x reader #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader

[newtstommy]

thank u tea @its-tea-time-darling for tagging me 💛

btw to those who don't know, im @newtmsa — this is my sideblog because for some reason when i post from my main, nothing shows up in the tag search :/

coincidentally, all of these are for the maze runner lol, so im just gonna go ahead and tag @fatigay, @mandolinearts and @vtforpedro because i'd like you to use this opportunity to self promo simply because yall make me fall in love with words with every fic u write 💛 now u don't have to read the rest of this post 😅

so!! my favourite five (5) fics that i've written:

1. to invent a language; M, newtmas, 67k

Two best friends, inseparable since the day they met, return from their road trip on different days. One moves out of town with his sister immediately, the other locks himself inside the house as soon as he arrives. The town in question is called Haven and, staying true to its small town workings, erupts in gossip.

A decade and a half later, it's an ordinary day of tending to plants and navigating workshops for Newt. Quite ordinary, indeed, until the Garden's doorbell chimes and an unexpected guest voices his presence.

Thomas always had a knack for turning Newt's world upside down, after all.

this fic is absolutely my best work and my most favourite thing i've ever written. my baby. my fucking cinnamon apple. i poured my heart into it and had SO much fun and aha! moments while writing it. it explores complicated feelings, the meaning of family, healing, forgiveness and love. if you'd like to read only one of my works, i'd say you should read this one.

2. when the red sun sets; M, newtmas, 8.2k

Safe Haven is safe in the way that they don't have to run anymore - from WCKD, from the Cranks and the Flare. They've got no outside threats to run from, but what happens when the threats come from within? What happens when those who have never known safety arrive to the safest place on Earth, and what happens when they are Newt and Thomas?

this one i word barfed from my heart too. it was very unexpected and probably the most cathartic piece of writing i've ever done. as the summary suggests, it's about healing from severe trauma together.

3. in the tide of a day; M, newtmas, 4.4k

Among gentle rolling hills where colorful meadows give way to lush evergreen forests and woods adorned with vibrantly colored leaves in all shades of red and gold, there is a small brick cottage with a garden so beautiful, it would turn middle-aged women set on seeing their lawns on the front pages of notable gardening magazines green with envy. In this lovely little cottage live Newt and Thomas, runaway WICKED mutants turned superheroes out of the sense of obligation and necessity. On their long-awaited day off, and as often as they can spare the time, they use their powers, bestowed to them as weapons, to shape their home to their liking.

superheroes au!! one of the fluffiest things i've ever written. alternatively: newt and thomas get some mf Rest. there's baking and cuddling and gardening and general domestic stuff. they're in love your honor <3

4. tell me what i feel is real (tell me that you feel it too); T, newtmas, 7k

Everything starts with a realization that maybe it's not usual to draw your best friend all the time.

or, Newt is a senior in college, Thomas a junior, and they've been sharing a dorm room for three years. Feelings Occur, but they refuse to admit it. Fun!

the summary says it all tbh. i still love this fic because it brought me back from my writing slump and came with the gift of bonding over it with sami (@newtedison) to whom this fic is dedicated to <3

5. ice cold but i'm still melting; T, sonyarriet, 1.9k

It is winter all year round, but Sonya finds herself experiencing spring.

this is a canon compliant (somewhat) slice of life fic where sonya and harriet fall in love in their maze <3 minimal angst, it's mostly fluff.

aaand because im proud of where this one is going, but it's still incomplete:

For Brighter Horizons; M, brenderesa, sonyarriet, newtmas, 18.5k (so far)

The world is unjust, especially to those who call themselves Mutants and Androids, but it shouldn't be. It doesn't have to be. When a revolution is set into motion, a chain of events caused by (mostly) chance meetings will show to Brenda and Teresa, Sonya and Harriet, and Newt and Thomas all the little reasons why the world they're living in is worth fighting for.

superpowers au!! mutants and androids and elves and other non-humans!! it's mostly action/adventure, planning and executing a revolution kind of a fic which is still mostly character driven! there will be three (3) chapters total, the first one is published and it is a brenderesa chapter! next one will be sonyarriet (it's currently in the works!) and the final chapter will be newtmas <3 im very excited to have more time to finish it, ive been having a hell lot of fun with it!!

tagging: @00250, @singt0me, @newtedison, @persnickett, @astralpenguin, @subjecta5newtella, @itsthemxze, @ambientdinostars, @newtswonderland, @filismaze, @dont-bee-shy, @seaselkie, @comebacknow, and for the rest i don't remember your urls im sorry 😭 but, i love reading works from every single one of you guys and i feel like you should shout about ur fic from the rooftops to the entire world. just a thought 💛 ofc no pressure tho!!

#newtmas #sonyarriet #brenderesa #the maze runner #tmr fanfiction #tmr #angtmr #love yourselves!!! promote ur incredible works!!!! #mwah 💛

[greenduvet]

200 Follower special!

A/N: Hi loves! I want to thank you all again. 2020 hasn’t been the best year but making this tumblr has been one of the best things I’ve done. I’ve met so many amazingly kind and wonderful people! I want to thank anyone who reads this or any of my other work. This is a special winter time one shot I felt fit the occasion with Kyle. I hope you all enjoy. You guys keep me going and I can’t thank you enough for that. Lots of love Xoxo 

Finals had ended and finally it was winter break. Most people couldn’t wait to go home and escape from the hectic college lifestyle, but Kyle was absolutely terrified for it. He didn’t want to have to go home and risk seeing and dealing with Her.

One plus side of being in a frat house was being able to stay there over break. In some ways being in the house alone would be a nice break. But spending the holidays alone wasn’t that appealing.

You on the other hand weren’t able to go home for the holidays. It being so busy and your family being away, campus seemed like a better option. Since everyone had gone home campus was pretty empty. Though it didn’t snow in New Orleans it did get cold enough where you would need a jacket. The cafe was the perfect place to spend all of your new free hours. Free internet, tasty drinks, and cakes and pastries? Perfect. Kyle had the same thought as you 2 weeks into the break. He was definitely getting tired of sitting around alone. He had walked in and slowly looked around, curious as to see if there were any bystanders left like him. He walked close to your table, and maybe he lingered his eyes a little too long. He had been caught staring. “Do I know you?” You abruptly say to him. His eyes instantly reach yours.

“Um, I’ve seen you around campus! There aren’t many people who stay over break.” His face instantly turning red from being caught and how beautiful your eyes looked to him. “I’m uh, gonna get a coffee. Can I sit with you?” He smiles slightly and moves his hand to his neck scratching lightly. You smile back slightly and nod your head. Talking over coffee couldn’t be that bad right?

After a few short moments he came back with his hot coffee and slowly sat down across from you on your table. He looks up to your eyes again and smiles. “I’m Kyle. And who might you be?” His dark brown eyes practically sparkle and you can feel yourself sinking into his friendly grasp. Something about it was so comforting.

“I’m Y/N.” You stick out your hand for him to shake and he gladly does. “I thought I was like the only one left here. I’m glad I’m not alone.” You take a sip of your drink.

“Oh god me too! It can get so lonely you know!” Kyle and you sit and talk for hours. Mostly about random things or things about one another. You both seriously had a good time. But as they say, all good things must eventually come to an end. You wouldn’t let Kyle go without a fight though.

“It really is getting late but can I give you my number?” Kyle's face turns red once again and nods frantically. You smile and take out a pen and write your number down on his hand. “Text me when you wanna hang out again. I’m free whenever.” And with that you leave the sweet little cafe and walk back to your dorm with a smile on your face. Kyle was great, that much you knew. And you couldn’t wait to learn more.

It had been around three weeks since the first initial meeting. Kyle, being the puppy dog he was, texted you almost constantly. And that coffee shop had become your safe haven. Kyle had adored opening up to you about anything and everything that came to his head. Engineering, how desperate he was to help others and his love for Classic Rock. Before you knew it you were falling for him hard. A deep slope with no end in sight. But Kyle was a frat boy… You knew he was different, not like the other assholes he called his ‘Brothers’ but that didn’t make falling for him any less scary. Being hurt wasn’t fun.

It was Christmas Eve and Kyle had demanded to see you and give you something he had got you. Little did you know you had gotten him something as well. “Hey Y/N!” He yells as he practically tackles you, a blush already working its way onto your face.

“What’s up nerd!” You tease back and hug him close. Today would be fantastic.

Instead of the usual cafe setting Kyle demanded going ice skating. He would not take no as an answer and you didn’t want to see him sad so you agreed. It was quite a drive from the usual campus town but nonetheless you were ready for some changed scenery! Since Kyle has the honor of driving he got to pick the music. Toto sing-a-longs happened obviously.

Waiting for you love had come up and Kyle had turned the notch nearly all the way up. “I LOVE THIS SONG!” He tries to tell you over the music. He couldn’t be happier. He was with you, and listening to his music, while taking a drive? His favorite things all combined. “I’ve been waitin’ for your love, And it’s been here all the time right in front of me!” He laughs while singing along, completely off key.

After another 30 minutes of car sign-along you and Kyle had arrived at a sweet little winter themed park with a big ice rink in the middle. “Oh Kyle. This is just perfect. Great idea.” You look at him and smile widely. “I’ll race you there.” You stick out your tongue and start running towards the rink. Not even 3 seconds later Kyle passes you and wins with a huge lead.

“Would you believe me if I told you I used to run track?” With a roll of your eyes and a laugh from him you both walk to the skate rental booth. Shortly You both have your sizes and start to waddle to the ice.

“I’m scared Kyle, hold my hand?” You hold your hand out for him to grab as you step onto the ice.

“Don’t worry I got you.” He pulls you closer. “Bend your knees a little, yeah like that!”  He smiles widely and you look up to him.

“What next?” You ask as your practice bending your knees slowly.

“Lean forward and glide slightly off each foot.” He puts his hands on your waist and guides you from behind. “You’re a natural!”

3 hours later and 1 consecutive of not falling, you both decide it’s time to get something warm and exchange gifts. Hot drinks in hand you two walk over to a cosy table in a more private corner of the park. You blush deeply as you pull out his neatly wrapped gift. Every once completed with love. “You’re gonna think I’m so lame with this gift.” You slightly look away as you hand it to him. It was a car CD. But not just any. You had burned his favorite songs and some of yours for him.

“Y/N… This is perfect. Thank you. I love it.” He looked a little closer at his newly acquired CD before quickly pulling out his gift. The wrapping wasn’t as neat but it was filled with just the same amount of love. “Now my gift will be the stupid one.” He says as he puts his hand onto the back of his neck, just as he did when you first met him.

His gift to you was his varsity jacket. You blushed deeply and looked at him. “For me? Really?” He nods and instantly you put it on. Kyle thought you looked absolutely perfect. But that wasn’t the only part of this gift.

“There’s one more thing. It’s not really a gift, more of a question.” He bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath. “When I’m with you I feel so good Y/N and my feelings are more than platonic. If you might feel-“ You kiss him. Softly but full of so many unsaid words at the same time. Kyle had fallen for you too. And you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He wasn’t like those other guys. He was better.

“Of course I feel the same way!” You laugh softly and hug him close. “I’d love to see where this goes with you.” You look up into his eyes and he’s looking right back. Who knew staying on campus for winter break would lead to something so amazing.

#AHS #american horror story #Evan Peters #evan #kyle spencer #ahsfx #ahs fanfiction #ahs coven #ahs kyle #kyle x reader #kyle spencer #200! #ahs murder house #ahs asylum #ahs hotel #ahs freakshow

[winterromanov]

know it’s for the better - bucky x reader

pairing: college!bucky x reader

part of the will we talk? universe

prompt:  what about college!bucky during quarantine? their school gets shut down... do they stay together? how does it go?

a/n: a repost bc the ‘read more’ fucked up on the ask and idk??? what happened??? but here u go. about 2k words

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know it’s for the better

The semester is not supposed to end like this. No, there are supposed to be parties and laughter and getting wine drunk on the roof, bare legs dangling into New York City. There are supposed to be finals, and library study sessions, and football games in hot, summer rain. There are supposed to be more nights tucked in the twin bed in your dorm room with Bucky’s arm looped round your waist, fingers splayed across your bare skin.

Instead it’s the beginning of March and everything is over. You could feel it coming like storm clouds, black and ominous, hovering on the horizon. The virus has been hovering on your periphery for an embarrassingly long time. As your twitter timeline became more and more scary and the news could talk of little else, it has become frighteningly and anxiously real. Life—everywhere, but particularly in New York—is never going to be the same.

You have no choice but to pack up your little dorm room and return home. Your mom had frantically booked you a flight out, worrying that in less than a week they could be suspended altogether. The virus has been spreading furiously in the city. A place you now call home could be one of the most dangerous places in the world.

And yet…the thought of leaving behind everything so abruptly is killing you. It’s not even school, despite loving it so much. It’s not the college lifestyle or your friends or just having the freedom to waltz wherever you want without fear.

It’s Bucky.

You leave New York, you have to leave him. And God knows how long that might be for.

“Y/N.” His voice is soft, barely a whisper. Bucky has been quietly watching you fill suitcases with clothes, cardboard boxes with belongings. Every so often it looks like he is going to help, but he thinks twice about it, like he can’t bear this is happening. “Y/N…could we, like, stop for a second?”

“My flight leaves first thing in the morning,” you say, refusing to turn and look at him. Your eyes well up as your tear Polaroids and ticket stubs and a sketch Steve did for you from your corkboard, unable to look at those either. They’re just reminders of everything you’re leaving and will never be the same again. “I don’t have time. I just need to get this done, okay?”

“I can’t just keep watching you do this and not talk about what’s going to happen next!”

“Well, maybe you could fucking help, then.”

You never swear, not really, and you can feel Bucky’s expression burning into the back of your skull. Hurt, surprise, desperation. “Let me help. Let me understand what is going through your head.”

“I—I didn’t mean that kind of help, I just need to pack these damn bags…”

Bucky’s hands touch your shoulders. It should feel familiar, his limbs and yours colliding. But he feels like fire. It feels like you’re going to have his handprints burnt into your skin, red and raw, a tattoo of the one real relationship you’ve ever had.

Because he knows just as well as you do that…it’s not going to work, is it? School is over. There is a fucking pandemic going on outside, and you live all the way on the other side of the country whilst he is and always will be a Brooklyn boy. You were supposed to have a whole semester and the summer to sort out what came next, to establish the foundations of your future together, if there was definitely going to be one. And that’s been ripped underneath you like a traumatic tablecloth.

You love him. You love him so fucking much. But is it fair to try and keep going when everything is like this?

“You know my mom and dad would love you to move in,” he says, “You can quarantine with us, see how things go. I just—I just don’t want you to leave. Please don’t leave.”

“Bucky. Please. That’s not fair.” You say, eyes fluttering closed. “We haven’t lived together before and…how do you know we’d work like that? This is serious, and terrifying, and I need to be somewhere I feel safe.”

“You don’t feel safe with me?”

At that you turn to face him, seeing the desperate pain in his eyes. You run your hands across his jawline, cupping at his neck. One tear runs across and down your wrist and he looks away, embarrassed. “Sweetheart. You know that’s not what I meant.”

“God. Yeah. I know, darl’. I know.” He kisses your hand softly. “With everything going on, (Y/N), my future feels a lot more certain knowing you’ll still be in it.”

You fall into his chest, inhaling him in. That woody, fresh scent of his cologne, coffee and mint and dark chocolate. You want to wrap yourself up in him and drown. Escape to a place where time is irrelevant, and nothing ever ends.

“I need to be with my family, Bucky. My mom is worried about me. I can’t put her through me staying here, even if I wanted to. And your mom would be the same.”

“I get that. I do. But you’re—you’re making it sound like that we have to break up.” You lean out of his embrace, his tear-filled eyes scrutinising you. “Are…we breaking up?”

Your mouth opens, swinging like a door on a loose hinge as you try and say something. Eloquence usually comes to you easy, when talking about the books you read for class. It’s one of the things Bucky first noticed about you, your fervent love for language. But there are no words for this. Just empty, agonising silence.

“Why do we have to break up?” He asks, voice cracked in two like a broken porcelain vase. “Why is that what you immediately resort to? There are thousands of ways we could make this work. Starting with the fact that I love you. Is that not enough to even try?”

You pause. Your room, once your safe haven, now feels torturous and unbearable. Suffocating. You bite your lip, tears burning behind your eyelids. “I would love to say yes, Bucky, but I don’t know. I just—I don’t want to be a few weeks down the line, you here and me in Colorado, finding out that it hasn’t worked and it isn’t enough and we have to break up over fucking Skype or…I don’t know, slowly ghost each other into nothingness? I would a million times over rather end it here where I love you than then where I don’t.”

“That is the worst logic I’ve ever heard. Literally the worst. You are assuming the absolute worst of both of us, and…” he runs a frantic hand through his hair. “You know what, if that’s what you think, maybe you’re right. If you have that little faith in me—us—now, maybe we should call it quits.”

“Bucky—”

“I’m going to leave. Have a good trip home.” He looks around your room for one last second but does not meet your gaze. “Have a really fucking good trip home.”

Bucky hovers for a moment by the door, like he’s waiting for one last glimmer of hope. That you might ask him to stay because even…even after all that, he still would drop everything for you to say stay.

But you don’t. The door reverberates loudly in the frame on his way out.

-

You don’t break down, which surprises you. For a little while after he leaves, when you try to immerse yourself in packing and singing along to Taylor Swift from your speaker, you think that it’s for the best. It is, it is, because it can’t work and it won’t work and this will save pain further down the line.

But the hours pass and silence creeps in to your now empty, echoing dorm room, absent of the vibrant life that once occupied it and—your heart feels wrong. This is not freeing, or a relief. This is not the ending you wanted.

You go to get a shower and Bucky’s sports towel is hung over one of the empty cubicles. You turn the tap as hot as it can get it, drowning the whole room in steam and something switches within you. The tears start and they refuse to stop, wracking your body like convulsions.

You fucked it. You well and truly fucked one of the only things that could have got you through all of this, even if you’re over a thousand miles away. It’s like Bucky said. The future is uncertain and scary and untenable, but it feels a hell of a lot more definite with him in it.

You wrap yourself in your towel and walk back into the corridor. Wiping your eyes, there’s a shape in a red jersey hovering next to your door.

“Bucky?”

He turns, his jaw tight and eyes rimmed with red. “Y/N.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else. You run over to him, grabbing fistfuls of him desperately, like he’s going to flare and fade from you forever. His arms wrap around you with equal vigour, warm and panicky and home.

“I didn’t mean it.” You say, your words swallowed up by his ribcage. “Dear God, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it.”

You can feel him sob, body trembling in your arms. “Thank God.”

“I don’t know what will happen next. I haven’t got a fucking clue. But I know I want you there, okay? However it turns out.” You bring his lips down for a kiss tinged with hot water and steam, relief and pure, young, beautiful love. Your foreheads gently rest together. Another quick kiss. “I love you. I love you.”

He kisses you again, like he’s trying to fit in as many as he can. Like he’s packing them all into a suitcase for you to relive, one by one by one, when you’re at home and everything feels like its crumbling.

It will never crumble completely. You know this, because James Buchanan Barnes is your foundations, and he made it pretty fucking clear on day one when he grinned at you in sophomore year Russian lit. You both love novels because you love stories. You love beginnings and ends and everything in between, the climaxes and the romances, murders and death and life—you love breaking apart character, brutally analysing fictional lives and motives. But most of all, you love the feeling of watching characters you adore falling completely and utterly in love. You have spent years trying to define your favourite love story amongst the hundreds you’ve read, but you never thought—

All that time, all you had to do was wait.

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Call Your Girlfriend (Gigi x Nicky) - Rusty

Rusty here~ I’m new on this blog but I hope you guys will enjoy my work!

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(I haven’t written a fic in a long time, please bear with me!~ Inspired by the song Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn)

Yelling could be heard from down the block, Gigi and her current girlfriend had gotten into another fight yet again. This was a normal occurrence lately, Gigi felt as though the fire that was there at the beginning of the relationship was no longer lit. The fights ranged from senseless arguments to empty threats. Someone forgot to do the dishes or they left their shoes in the middle of the doorway, little things that would set off one another. To Gigi it felt like she was living with a roommate in a college dorm rather than a lover, she couldn’t take much more of it frankly.

“I’ve had enough! I’m not staying here tonight. Don’t bother waiting up for me.” Gigi yells as she grabs her purse and jacket form her room.

“Where do you think you’re going at this hour?” Gigi’s current girlfriend yells after her.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s none of your concern.” Gigi grabs her jacket off the rack and puts on a pair of shoes.

Her girlfriend met with a slamming door and shoes clacking into the distance. A shiver trails down Gigi’s body, it was nearly spring but still quite cold and rainy outside. The moon was still high in the sky as she made her way down the dark streets. A familiar building came into view, a little bar in the heart of the city. If you ever couldn’t find Gigi this is where she’d most likely end up. Gigi walked up to the bouncer showed her ID and went into her safe haven.

After grabbing herself a drink she sat herself down on one of the bar stools and tried to forget the fight, this was, unfortunately, a normal occurrence. Gigi enjoyed it though, sitting and people watching, looking at happy functional couples. Being a regular had its perks, she knew most of the people that came to the bar excluding the few new faces. Halfway through her first drink, her eyes drifted over to a beautiful blonde girl on the dance floor, absolutely breathtaking. She was wearing a little skirt, tank top and yellow jacket hanging off her shoulders with the letter “N” embroidered on the back.

She was mesmerizing, the way she’s swaying her hips, the way she dances like no one is watching, the way she’s looking a Gigi. That surely snapped Gigi out of her daydream, the gorgeous blonde girl looking at her from the dance floor with a sly smirk on her face.

“How long was I staring?” Gigi whispered to herself, tearing her eyes away from the woman. She couldn’t very well help herself, her make up was flawless and that smirk. Gigi’s cheeks started to flush just thinking about it.

“Is this seat taken?” An accented voice asked. Gigi shook her head no without looking at the person who asked. “Merci~” She heard the person sit down beside her. “I like your hair.” The accented voice chimed in again. “Oh, thank yo—“ Gigi looked over mid-sentence to see the blonde woman sitting next to her, her legs crossed leaning against the bar table on her elbow, the same smirk on her face. Her dainty hand reached up to twirl a lock of Gigi’s auburn hair between her fingers. Gigi was speechless, she hasn’t had someone flirt with her like this before. “What your name ma belle?” Gigi felt as if her voice had suddenly disappeared. “G- Gigi, and you are?” The blonde grinned and replied “Nicolette, but you can call me Nicky, ma chérie.”

Nicky stared at the flustered girl in front of her. She saw the way Gigi was staring at her from across the dance floor; though she couldn’t ignore the fact that she couldn’t help but stare either. The conversation went on for what Gigi thought was forever, they went through introductions, she found out Nicky was from Paris but moved here a couple of years ago. Eventually later on in the evening after a couple of drinks courtesy of Nicky, she was able to drag Gigi onto the dance floor.

With the bass booming and sweaty bodies dancing around them, Gigi still felt like it was only her and Nicky in the world. Nicky pulled them both into the middle of the floor, getting behind Gigi, placing her hands on her waist. Nicky leaned into Gigi, dancing as close as she could. Gigi let out a faint squeak when she felt a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. “Very sensitive hmm?~” was whispered in Gigi’s ear. This continued for a while the teasing, gentle kisses and nips.

When things got a little too hot they left the floor to go back to their original seats. “So why are you here alone Gigi?” Nicky asked curiously. “I needed some time alone, but I’m glad I met you, Nicky.” Gigi smiled softly. “We all need alone time every now and then.” Gigi nodded in agreement. Gigi didn’t want this moment to end, in a bar with the most beautiful girl she’s ever met, having a moment that may never happen again. In the spur of the moment, Gigi leaned in and kissed Nicky. Sparks flew for both of them, Gigi especially. She wrapped her arms around Nicky’s neck to pull the blonde closer. Gigi eventually had to pull away, blushing and breathless, Nicky casually smirking and biting her lip.

Gigi never experienced that kind of passion before, not even with her girlfriend. She gasped and covered her mouth, realizing she is at a club, kissing a beautiful french girl while she has a girlfriend at home. Nicky raised an eyebrow at the auburn-haired girl. “Are you ok?” Gigi explained everything to Nicky, about storming out of her apartment, having a fight with her girlfriend. She even told Nicky about how she felt about the kiss and how she has never experienced something like that in her life. Nicky’s face was blank, deep in thought. “Are you happy with her? Can you consider her a lover?” Gigi thought about the many months of fighting that ended with someone always sleeping on the couch. She shook her head no replying to Nicky. “Call your girlfriend. It’s time you had the talk. Give your reasons, I’m sure she’ll understand.” Gigi gulped, she never expected to get love advice from someone she just met, but it felt like shes known Nicky for years and could trust her.

Gigi walked outside of the bar to make the dreaded phone call. Nicky by her side. A shaking hand pulls out her cell phone and called her girlfriend, soon to be ex. Gigi was on the phone for a while, things were going smoothly, both parties felt the same. She told them about Nicky but didn’t tell them about how they gave her something that Gigi never knew she missed, until now. Gigi hung up the call with a gentle sigh. Nicky placed a hand on her shoulder. “How did it go?” Gigi smiled a real smile, things were going to be worked out with her ex when she went back to her apartment later that day. “She felt the same, she knew things weren’t working out. She was planning to tell me when I got home.” Nicky could see the relief in Gigi’s eyes. Gigi stood there awkwardly. “Sorry, I probably ruined your night.” Nicky shook her head in disagreement. “Ma Belle, you only made it better.” Nicky smiled she reached over and grabbed Gigi’s phone, putting her number in it. “Call me sometime.” Nicky winked. “If I don’t leave soon I’ll definitely be late for work tomorrow morning.” Nicky was about to turn away when she was grabbed gently. She felt a pair of lips on her own again. Gigi could feel her smirk while she wrapped her arms around Nicky. They pulled away eventually breathless once again. “I will surely be seeing you later then, I’ll talk to you later Gi.” The french girl started walking away, blowing a kiss to her before walking up the street.

Gigi sighed happily. Pressing a hand to her beating heart. Gigi started her trek home to finally sort the rest out with her ex. Walking up to the door of her apartment and into her room, she checked her phone, she was too flustered at the bar to check what Nicky put in her phone.

*New Contact* Nicky Doll

Gigi sent a message so she would have Gigi’s number as well. Not a second later a ding rang out.

*New Message* Nicky Doll Meet me back at the bar tomorrow, we need to finish what we started chérie~

Gigi blushed and replied confirming the date. She couldn’t wait to see the beautiful french girl again, now she can enjoy her time with her without feeling guilty.

*New Message* Gigi Goode I can’t wait ~

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Time Heals.....Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chris looked down at his watch as he sat in the parking lot of the old high school. When Robyn suggested a neutral place, he wasn’t expecting here but obviously there was a point to this. A few more minutes went by before he sighed in relief as her car pulled up next to his. He smiled as she climbed out and walked over to him, “Hey you.”

“Hey. Sorry I was late, your mom started asking me about stuff and time kind of slipped away from me. You been here long?”

“Like ten minutes. No biggie.”

“Ok. You wanna walk?”

“This is your show. I’m just following your lead.”

Robyn held out her hand and Chris entwined their fingers together as they started walking towards the track. A few more minutes passed as they walked in silence before Robyn stopped in front of the bleachers and sat down. Chris sat down next to her and took a deep breath, “so why are we here of all places?”

“You know, growing up, I had always had a little puppy crush on you. You were cute and funny but I think our freshman year of high school is when I really developed feelings for you.”

“I knew about the crush part but I always told you that you were my boo anyway.”

“I know.”

“So what does here have to do with that?”

“You don’t remember? Think about it for a moment.”

Chris looked around the track field as he tried to rack his brain for the memory. He frowned a bit as things started coming back to him, “It was your track team try out. You ran the 400 relay in the fastest time and I was waiting here for you to finish when you came and told me that you were selected.”

“And what else?”

“I picked you up and swung you around because I was so excited and I kissed your cheek.”

“And?”

“I don’t remember what happened after that.”

“Your little girlfriend saw this and ran over and tried to fight me.”

“What?”

“How do you not remember that? I got kicked off the track team the same night I got selected because she was the co-captain and I dragged her ass up and down this track.”

“Oh yea! Alicia, I think was her name. You did get her good though, Bajan Girl.”

“I don’t know how you forget that when you almost sprained your ankle trying to break it up.”

“That is very true but I’m trying to figure where this is going.”

“After they finally broke up the fight, you sat me down on this very spot, dug into my track bag and started cleaning me up. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it but I think I fell in love with you at the very moment.”

“And then I put you on my back and carried you to my car before driving you home.”

“Yup. And lied down on the couch with me until I fell asleep then you went home.”

“How do you remember that so clearly?”

“I could never forget it. And no matter how many irritating ass girls you brought into our lives, you always kept a space for me. That’s why I could never stay mad at you but it’s also why the situation before your wedding hurt me so much. I had never felt as insignificant to you as I did when I woke up that next morning.”

“I never thought about it like that.”

“When I told you that I loved you, it wasn’t in the moment. I had been thinking about it for a long time and it was a combination of everything you had done for me. Seeing you with someone else the next day bothered me but you were still with me. Watching you date girl after girl irritated me but you were still with me. I still had my spot. There was still a part of you, a gentleness, a calmness that all those other girls didn’t have access to and knowing that you were getting married made me afraid to lose that. When I went away to college, you still flew to see me every month. I’d sign out of the dorms for the weekend to stay with you in your hotel room and everything was normal again. I’d visit you on base whenever I could. I spent more time with you on base than I did with my family when I came back home. And now being around you, I’ve started thinking about everything else that happened. All the awkward moments, bad moments that happened between all the good things you did. The times you left me stranded because your girlfriend called you while we were out. The times you got upset with me because I kept cursing out your girlfriends for being disrespectful. The times you crashed all my dates in the name of being protective to the point no boy wanted to ask me out in fear of you showing up. Back then it was so easy to just brush it aside because there was nothing at stake. Nothing would happen if I decided to walk away from you but now we have children. Now my heart is involved and I can’t handle the rollercoasters that used to come with you. Now I’m always on edge that you’re just waiting me out just so you can go back to being how you used to be and I don’t want to be like that. I want to feel like I did that night you wiped my face after that fight. I want to feel like I did when you cuddled with me on the couch until I fell asleep. I want to feel safe and I want to feel secure and I’m too scared to feel like that because before as soon as I did, you’d fuck up and I’d just say ok, meanwhile, I’m fucking screaming on the inside. I wanna love you as openly as I can but I don’t want to sacrifice my peace for it.”

Chris wiped away the few tears that fell down her face with his free hand before lifting their entwined hands and kissing the back of her hand, “You are absolutely justified to be afraid. You have every right to keep me at arm’s length. And you definitely have the right to cautious. I was a complete asshole to you at times but I can’t know how it’s affecting you if you don’t tell me. I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t know I did some fucked up things but when you tell me everything is ok and act like nothing has changed, I assumed all was forgiven. You are not my emotional punching bag and I’d never want you to feel like that but I’m not a psychic, you have to tell me these things. I’ve been known to be a little slow, you know.”

Robyn giggled, “I know.”

“I love you, Robyn and I always have. I’ve never stopped wanting to protect you and take care of you but when you shut down on me, I feel like there’s nothing else I can do. I can't change the past and I’m not gullible enough to think you’re just gonna move pass the past overnight but giving me a chance to create our present is always a start.”

“I’m trying to but-“

“I’m not saying that you aren’t but at some point, you’re gonna have to be open and vulnerable with me. You told me that my growth into a grown man will be uncomfortable.”

“Yes.”

“Well, our growth into a real relationship after what we’ve been through will be uncomfortable but at some point, we have to work through it. Shit will happen, I’m not perfect and will not pretend to be but I’m willing to stick this out with you if you’re willing to stick it out with me.”

“Chris.”

“Baby, all I’m asking for is us to take one day at a time. I won’t mention marriage or anything more permanent until you’re ready for us to talk about it.”

“One day at a time?”

“One day at a time.”

“That I can do.”

Chris smoothed his hand along her face before kissing her. He pressed his forehead into hers as he used to his fingertips to wipe the wetness from her face.

“I haven’t ever seen you cry this much,” he murmured to her. 

Robyn giggled, “I hate that I am crying.”

“I’m ok with it. At least I know you’re allowing yourself to feel something other than anger. I’ll take it over you trying to kill me.”

“I have never tried to kill you. I’ve thought about it but never did it.”

Chris gasped playfully in shock, “you could’ve stopped at never tried to kill me.”

Robyn laughed, “I’m just being honest.”

They sat in silence for a few moments before Chris stood up and pulled Robyn up with him. With no words, they started walking around the path of the track. After two laps, Robyn sighed and leaned into his arm, “Chris, I wanna leave our past here.”

“I don’t want you to rush yourself.”

“Not rush but push. If I don’t push myself to move on, I’ll always hang on to the excuses. If I don’t heal, I’ll never get to be where I want to be with you.”

“I want you to do it in your own time.”

“And I am. Talking about this just made me realize at some point I have to acknowledge, accept and move on from the past. If I’m choosing to have you in my life now, I have to focus on now because no matter what you say or do it won’t undo what has already happened. My feelings are valid but I shouldn’t allow them to control my life like this. Basing my decisions on guilt or regret will have me out here doing things I shouldn’t be doing and the same goes for you. I don’t want our relationship to be that way.”

“Are we in a relationship?”

“Yes. We are still going one day at a time and no marriage talks but we are exclusively in a relationship.”

“That’s all I needed to hear. How about we drop your car off at my house and I take you somewhere?”

“We have to get the girls.”

“We won’t be out too late, I promise.”

“Ok, let’s do it.”

                                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Chris, what are we doing here? I thought we were going somewhere fun,” Robyn said as she glanced around the store. It was basically a sports haven.

“It is going to be fun but I need to get something from here first. Don’t be a spoilsport.”

Robyn rolled her eyes as he took her hand and they started walking to the back. They passed all the basketball and baseball equipment until they reached an area for pool tables.

“You play pool?”

“I dabble and after a random thought I had one night, I decided I wanted to get a pool table.”

“What random thought?”

“In time, it will be revealed. Which one you like best?”

“Chris, why are you deferring this to me? This is your house.”

“And you’re my girlfriend. Now, which one do you like?”

Robyn let his hand go to start slowly walking around the selection of tables before stopping in front of an all-black model, “I like this one. It’d look nice in that spare room you have upstairs.”

“We must think alike because I was thinking of transforming that from my office to a game room.”

“Aren’t you gonna need an office?”

“Nah, I never use it. I rarely bring work home and if I do, I use my laptop and sit in my bedroom. I have no use for it.”

“Lucky you.”

“You know if you slowed down a little and left work at work, you’d use your office less too.”

“I like my work and I work better at home anyway. I get interrupted too much at the office and everybody always wants to talk to me. I need silence to work like I want.”

“You can’t schedule a block of time where you just get left alone every day? That’s how I get my work done.”

“Tried that, never works for long because I always get called into somebody else’s conference call or meeting to explain something they should know and don’t.”

Chris chuckled, “I guess that’s why you get the big bucks.”

“I guess.”

Chris leaned against a nearby pool table and watched as Robyn walked around the black one she had chosen, running her hand across the velvet. He bit down on his bottom lip as she moved slowly, one foot in front of the other, a deliberate alternating sway of her hips.

“You walking like that on purpose.”

“No.”

“That wasn’t a question. You are walking like that on purpose.”

Robyn laughed as she made her way to stand beside him, “And if I was?”

“Don’t do that. We do not have time to do anything before we have to get the kids home and to bed on time.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Stop it.”

Robyn giggled as she leaned against his back and rested her head on his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek, “are we gonna get to the fun part?”

“This wasn’t fun?”

“Chris.”

Chris laughed, “come here.”

Robyn moved to stand in between his legs and he settled his hands on her hips, “what?”

“How about we go get some ice cream? I know this really cool place that lets you make your own ice cream and stuff.”

“Like we physically get to make it or we just tell them what we want?”

“We physically get to make it.”

“Oooh that does sound like fun. Let’s go.”

“Let me talk to the service guy and order the pool table then we can go.”

“Ok.”

                                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You got all excited for ice cream just to make butter pecan and add sprinkles,” Chris scoffed,

“Look I didn’t judge whatever the hell it is you made so don’t judge me,” Robyn replied as she rolled her eyes.

They were sitting on Chris’s new couch as Mama Joyce volunteered to bring the girls to Chris’s house instead of them driving to pick them up. Luckily she was already on her way to run some errands that took her past his house.

“You are judging me by calling it whatever the hell it is. You should taste it, it's good.”

“I saw what you put in it. No.”

Chris dug a spoonful and pressed it to her closed lips, “Come on, be a little adventurous.”

“I am not taking chances with my stomach. No.”

“Please Baby.”

“Chris.”

He pouted and made a puppy dog look with his eyes, “Please Babe, I promise you’ll like it.”

Robyn sighed, “fine.”

She took the spoon from Chris and tasted the ice cream. Her eyebrow went up as it melted in her mouth and Chris watched with a smile, “good huh?”

“It’s ok,” she replied as she handed him back his spoon, “still don’t think all that stuff went together.”

“Whatever. So you spending the night or you going home?”

“Going home. I don’t have any work clothes here.”

“I mean we can run to the mall real quick.”

“You always trying to buy me something.”

“No, I’m trying to get you to stay the night with me. I like waking up to you.”

“Awww, you’re sweet.”

“Don’t do that. It makes me feel like you curving me.”

“I love you, I wouldn’t curve you.”

“So stay the night. We can make a quick store run, grab a nice suit and some shoes and you can go to work from here.”

“I guess.”

“We could get a couple other things to keep here, just in case.”

“You sure do know how to take advantage of a weak moment.”

Chris laughed, “this is not a weak moment but you must admit that it is a good idea.”

“According to who?”

“According to me besides I like seeing your clothes in my closet.”

“I’ve never had clothes in your closet.”

“Where do you think all those sweats and things went every time you changed clothes over here?”

“I took my stuff home.”

“Uh no, you didn’t.”

“Whatever. Let’s hurry up before your mother gets here.”

“I’ll text her just in case she gets here before we get back.”

“That woman is gonna get tired of us.”

“She loves her granddaughters and she loves the fact we are working this out. It’s fine.”

Robyn slipped her feet back into her sneakers as Chris moved to grab his hoodie and car keys.

“Wait, we gotta put the ice cream up.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up when we get back.”

“Can I have a hoodie please?”

“Cold?”

“Very.”

Chris moved to his coat closet and grabbed a black hoodie to hand to Robyn. She slipped it over her head and laughed when she looked up, “We match.”

“We do. Isn’t that cute?”

“You do this on purpose?”

“I barely even looked into the closet, I just grabbed the closest one besides I have two of everything since you steal my stuff.”

“Borrow. Not steal.”

“Borrow would imply that you return it.”

“I do once I’m finished with it.”

“Which is never.”

“Shut up.”

Chris wrapped his arm around her neck and kissed her temple, “let’s go shopping for you before it gets too late.”

“There’s this designer outlet that closes late that I used to go to.”

“Designer? You trying to break my pockets?”

“Nope but you offered and I only wear expensive fabrics, Baby.”

Chris rolled his eyes, “Girl come on.”

Robyn laughed as they walked out the front door to his car.

#chrianna #timehealsfanfiction

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JEALOUS HARRY FIC REC

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Now That It’s Over (8k)

“What are the odds we would both be at Mariano’s on a Thursday night?”

Louis’ shoulders tensed. What the hell was he doing here?

“Harry? Hi? The odds are pretty crazy, yeah.”

Harry smiled down at Louis the way he used to, but there was also a glint in his eye that Louis absolutely did not like. Harry was also dressed in his favorite black and white striped women’s jeans and a printed shirt only he would ever be able to pull off. It was quite rude of him to come and interrupt Louis, particularly while looking so good. Louis hadn’t seen him since he’d finished moving his shit out of what was once their shared flat, so this being the first time seeing him wasn’t exactly providence in Louis’ mind.

Or the one where Harry and Louis broke up two months ago, and Harry just might be sabotaging Louis’ dates.

Forever, Uninterrupted (8k)

Harry finds a mysterious picture in Louis’ bag one night and drives himself crazy over it. It’s definitely not what he thinks.

can’t go without you anymore (10k)

Harry Styles was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. This was award season. He wasn’t even nominated for anything, still everyone wanted a piece of him. But Harry was lonely. And a stressed and lonely Harry did no one good. What if one night his friends and his manager just ran into the most fitting boy for their friend? And what if maybe they set him up as Harry Styles personal assistant. It already sounds like the beginning of a disaster.

or Personal Assistant Louis Tomlinson is going to be the end of actor Harry Styles. This was a given.

We Can Be Greater (10k)

Louis, Harry, Zayn, Niall, and Liam, were simply five run away teens, desperately seeking a safe haven from their foster home. When they discovered an abandoned building, they entered it, their lives ceased to remain the same because they entered upon a different realm. A new universe, one in which they were superheroes.

The moment they reached this new world, they were desperately needed to defeat a villain; sounds cool right? Except they had no clue of their powers, this new world, the villain, or how to get back home. This is the story of how five outcasts turned from hooligans into heroes.

See Clearly Now (11k)

“My eyes are up here.”

What? Was— was Louis flirting with him?

Harry looked up — much too slowly, probably — and saw Louis watching him, his mouth quirked up on one side, a grin threatening to steal the pretty curve of his mouth.

“What?” Harry squeaked.

Louis put his hands on his hips, almost challenging Harry to look again, “I said...my eyes are up here.”

Harry felt something electric pass between them. He felt the need to take a step forward, call Louis’ bluff, see if he was more bark than bite.

Biting sounded really fun right about now.

OR a five-times fic where two guys, one college dorm room and a faulty door lead to a few embarrassing situations and finding out more about themselves and each other than they ever bargained for.

No One Else Will Do (13k)

Harry visibly takes a deep breath. “I’ll do it. I’ll…help you through your heat.” He looks more determined now as he stands up straighter and his eyes look at Louis more intensely.

“Yeah?” Louis doesn’t mean to sound so surprised but he’s sort of in a state of shock. He’s never been with an alpha before, and the fact that his first time is going to be with Harry— his best friend— well, he couldn’t really ask for anyone better if he’s honest.

It takes Louis’ early heat for Harry and Louis to figure things out.

End of the World Tonight (12k)

“You remember when you told me that you wanted to live with me for the rest of your life?” Louis asks. His voice trembles a bit, exposing exactly how much he hates what he’s about to do. How much he wishes that he wasn’t about to do it.

“I remember,” Harry says. His expression is a little lost, like he thinks that they’re about to have a fight and he’s not sure what they’re supposed to be fighting about. Louis closes his eyes because he has to, has to take a second to regain his courage. He can’t keep doing this. He can’t keep suffering, can’t keep killing himself trying to hide this. He’s ready. He’s been ready for a long time.

one more for the stars (16k)

It's different, and Louis knows that, because Harry's got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There's talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?

(au. Harry's the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It's a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

ain't going backwards, won't ask for space. (17k)

They've been best friends for eight years, but have never acted on the sexual tension that's existed between them. And when they do, it's completely impossible to stop the feelings that arise from denying themselves of what was always meant to be.

or the one where two idiots fall in love after years of being just best friends.

kiwi (24k)

With a stuttered mixture of a laugh and a groan, Harry lets his head droop, pushes his forehead against Louis’ chest and leans into him, fingers curled around the railing.

"You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.

Louis lets out a puff of laughter, and when Harry lifts his eyes, the look in Louis’ gaze is one he knows too well, so distinctively coy and mischievous and gently charming, his lips quirked up with a smirk. Harry’s heart falls into the palms of his playful hands. “You’re into it.”

AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.

It’s a thing.

Counting The Steps Between Us (24k)

AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)

everything comes back to you (29k)

Louis lets out a shuddering breath. “I love you,” he says.

“Fuck you,” Harry replies.

“You know that I’ve always loved you,” Louis continues, not stopping to acknowledge what Harry’s said.

Harry shakes his head. “I know, but sometimes I wonder if that ever went past us just growing up together. We were never apart Louis, never for so many years, and the minute we were you just left me. So sometimes, when I let myself think about it, I think maybe that’s why we don’t work. You were just so used to loving me because you didn’t know anything else.”

Louis and Harry, best friends since before either of them can remember, broke up four years ago. Louis has achieved his dreams of becoming the next big thing while Harry has stayed back, dedicating himself to his studies. Both are content to forget what they had together, until a tragedy brings them right back into each other's lives.

Show me wealth, I’ll show your heart (30k)

Harry knows the value of money. He knows how to negotiate numbers, knows its worth in engines, and knows the amount he needs to secure for his business. What he didn’t know was that, if spent wisely, money is the one thing he really doesn’t need.

Or AU where Harry has more money than he can handle, Louis can’t handle not having any, and they both find out the greatest wealth isn’t countable.

the beginning of everything (30k)

“How do you take it?” Harry asked, pouring tea into a cup.

“Just a dash of milk, please,” Louis cast a look over the small table, filled to capacity. “They’re very fond of you.”

Harry ducked his head, grinning. “They’re trying to impress you.”

Louis smiled, shaking his head. “Why would they want to do that?” he asked as he took the cup Harry passed to him, their fingers brushing for an instant.

“Empathy,” Harry said under his breath.

A Belle Époque AU set (mostly) in Paris in which Harry is a struggling artist, in more ways than one, and Louis is a successful theatre critic and a failed writer, more or less.

You’re the Light (31k)

Before beginning a new graduate school in the fall, Louis Tomlinson decides to spend the summer working in Chicago as an editor’s assistant for the Chicago Tribune newspaper and staying with his old college roommate. What he finds on his first day of work is a tall, gorgeous editor named Harry who has the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen—and who also happens to be his new boss.

Follow Your Heart (32k)

“What do you mean exactly?” Harry asks. Louis’ heart is threatening to beat out of his chest. His stomach is sinking, and he’s holding his breath waiting for the words he knows are coming.

“We think it would be best to market you guys as a couple,” Simon tells them. The tone in his voice makes Louis think there’s no wiggle room to even try to argue about it.

Louis’ heart stops and his breath hitches. This cannot be happening. This has to be some sort of dream. Actually this has to be some sort of prank, really. He absentmindedly looks around the room for any evidence of hidden cameras or microphones to no avail.

“You’re kidding,” Louis says flatly. Louis is pretty sure a lot of the music industry these days likes to hide the fact that an artist isn’t straight, afraid that it might affect record sales and now he’s sitting in the middle of an executive label meeting being told he had to be in a relationship with his best friend–who’s a boy he’s been secretly in love with for most of his adolescence–in order to sell records? What kind of alternate universe level bullshit is he living in?

(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones (32k)

Harry goes as Louis’ date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.

“Hey,” Harry hears himself say just as Louis climbs back into the car. He ducks down, holding onto the roof to look at Louis who cocks his brow at him and says, “What?”

“I meant it,” Harry starts. “Like, I’d do it. I’d be your date for the wedding. If it’d make you feel less awful about being there and if you want me to, I’ll do it. I promise I’ll be good.”

you burn with the brightest flame (42k)

Harry frowns, thinking that he shouldn’t have to be glad about what gender he is, just like omegas shouldn’t have to be scared and nervous that anyone they meet might want to hurt them. He wonders why none of this occurred to him before, how he possibly could’ve just sailed through life before this without realizing how fortunate he was being born a beta. That seems a bit too serious of a conversation for Simon Cowell’s waiting room, though, so Harry puts an arm around Louis’s shoulders and teases, “You say that like you’re old or something. Two years isn’t that big of a difference!”

“Tell me that when you’re eighteen and looking back on this conversation,” Louis says.

“Well that’s - that’s different, isn’t it? We could be anywhere in two years, we could be famous.”

Louis’s eyes light up, his smile widening. “You think so?”

…or, the X-Factor Era A/B/O fic.

Cupid’s Chokehold (35k)

But - naively, stupidly, blindly - Harry holds out hope for a love that’s written across the stars. He can’t give up the feeling that there’s someone out there, waiting for him.

He’s just going to have to wait for them, too.

Or: Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

Wonderwall (43k)

Taking the sheet cluttered with times available for the next few weeks, Louis notices a pattern in the list. The name of the person Perrie had just mentioned: Harry Styles. It’s written at least seven times, and three of which are during timeframes Louis wants.

“Who the fuck is Harry Styles?”

“You’re about to find out,” she answers, pointing over Louis’ shoulder.

Or a Love/Hate College AU where Louis Tomlinson is the lead singer of The Rogue - the most popular band on campus - and Harry Styles is the talented Freshman unknowingly challenging all that.

Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches (46k)

Alcohol was all he could taste. Alcohol and Harry, and he didn’t mind one bit. Harry kissed him back with just as much fervent heat. He pushed Louis against the taxi door and pulled his head back, breathing hot and heavy against his lips. “Let’s go, yes?”

Or a Friends with Benefits AU, in which Louis falls in love and Harry is jealous. There is some Karaoke singing somewhere in there, because how do you write a romantic comedy without a Karaoke scene?

Some Things Take Root (50k)

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

Love's On The Line, Is That Your Final Answer? (53k)

Harry can’t believe it when Louis, the boy he’s always had a tempestuous rivalry with, asks him to be his boyfriend. Well, pose as his boyfriend, that is—for a new television game show in which young couples are quizzed on how well they know each other for a jackpot of thirty grand.

Reluctantly, Harry agrees—because he's got student loans to pay off, hasn't he? What's the harm? And he can totally deal with keeping his secret thing for Louis under wraps too. This is all just to win some money. It's fine. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, everything. Obviously.

Amazing Sin (56k)

Gears started turning in Louis’ head. Purely mischievous gears that had Louis formulating a revenge plan against Taylor. He’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “I’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”

“This can’t be good,” Niall said, Zayn just groaned.

“So I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at Taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” Louis asked. He wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “What if I stole her boyfriend?”

Or, the story of Louis ‘Steal Your Man’ Tomlinson.

Strawberries & Cigarettes (71k)

Harry looks up and immediately freezes. Next to Ms. Archie stands the boy from just the other day. The boy with the leather jacket and chipped black nails, that might or might not be sketched in the very book Harry has just placed on the table in front of him. The leather jacket is missing today, probably because they aren’t allowed as part of their required uniform attire, but Harry can still see the fading black nail polish on his nails, and eyeliner around his eyes. Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. This boy is so intriguing to him.

“Ye-yes, Ms. Archie?” Harry tries to play it cool, but he’s almost positive that his cheeks are burning red, and he’s relieved neither of them can tell how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

The boy seems to also recognize Harry, because his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Harry is at the top of his class. He’s your best bet at getting familiar with things around here.” She explains.

Louis nods, his smirk still very prominent on his face. “Thank you Ms. Archie. I’ll be sure to take advantage of young Harold here.”

Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

Pinkies Never Lie (83k)

“I just think if we’re both into it and neither of us is looking for something serious, why not?” Harry asks, eyes soft and voice sweet. He pauses and gives Louis a moment or two to answer.

There are countless reasons why Louis shouldn’t agree to this, but in the end, none of them really matter. This will end with Louis in pieces, but he’s been in love with Harry for four years. There was only ever one answer.

“Yeah,” Louis answers finally, hoping his voice sounds normal. “Why not?”

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

You Drive Me Crazy (but it feels alright) (102k)

Bridget Jones’ Diary AU.

“Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it’s a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

A Taste of Desire (104k)

“As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.”

Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating.

Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction.

“Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.”

Or, a Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

falling into you (143k)

In the grand scheme of adolescence and boyhood, Harry was still working himself out, so far with little luck. But four things he could say for certain: 1) he'd been at the top of his class all through primary and secondary school, 2) he was the shittiest alpha to ever walk the earth, 3) Liam Payne never let him forget it, and 4) he’d been in love with this boy, Louis Tomlinson, ever since he was fifteen years old.

He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth (290k)

When Louis moves into the flat next to Harry’s, neither of them thinks it will change their lives. Louis is stuck in a relationship with his controlling and overly possessive boyfriend who he loves too much to break up with. Harry is content, seeking refuge from the snobby world he grew up in and forging a new path for himself. He does happen to have a habit of wanting to fix people though and when he meets Louis, the gorgeous man with a prat of a boyfriend, he finds himself trying to do just that. While Harry tries to avoid getting tangled in a messy situation, Louis tries to deny that there’s a niggling voice in the back of his head that prefers Harry to his own boyfriend. While both determinedly refuse to let change come, they fail to notice that exact force wrapping around them and pulling them tighter together until there just might be no escape from the feelings brewing within.

#larry stylinson #larry stylinson fic rec #larry fic rec #jealousy #jealous harry #masterpost

[madly-handsome]

...Promise?

A/N There was a prompt ages ago about the Sides all having the same name and not being related...and I can’t find it so if someone does please link me so I can give the proper credit to the brilliant mind who thought of it first!

Word Count: 3525

Pairings: Moxiety (Romantic at the end)

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Major character death

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Shoot! He was going to be late on his first day!

The sun threatened to bake Virgil like his oven had the cookies he and Patton made last night. The fiery ball of death wasn’t as kind and sweet as his best friend though, and even if both could manage to make his skin burn with red, the sun did it out of retaliation and violence. It wasn’t his fault his skin incessantly betrayed him. It was out of his control! Fearing the irritation, he fled from his safe haven. He managed to briskly maneuver out of his dorm and into the science building before any marks could be made. Late late late! What was he thinking!? Sleeping in like that...he knew he’d be late and he went through with it anyway! Clad in all black and his purple hoodie, he followed behind one of his fellow peers. There was no way he was going to be late today, that was for sure. He hadn't been late before, and he was certain his Physics professor wouldn’t let it slide.

The man in front of him peered over his shoulder, cool earthy tones meeting his dark chocolate irises. A smirk twisted up his face, yet it was precise rather than menacing. He adjusted his large square frames. “I see you are prompt with your arrival this morning.”

“I’m trying,” Virgil chuckled, speeding up slightly so he could walk beside the one he was speaking to despite his labored breathing. He wasn’t one for conversations, but this guy seemed really...calm. That was a first.

“And you are succeeding. At this rate you will arrive early.”

Silence hung above their heads, feet tapping against the cool polished floors beneath them. Up the stairs, make a left, and at the end of the hall they arrived at their destination. Virgil could sense the other's aura as sophisticated and clear, which was quite refreshing to relish in. The man outstretched a firm hand, “Logan Sanders. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Sanders?

“I didn’t think my last name was that common.” Virgil mumbled more to himself than the other, baffled over the phenomenon. Heh. Who knew? He took his hand. “Virgil Sanders.”

The other’s pristine eyebrows shot up. “It seems we have a conundrum. There appears to be three Sanders students attending this college, with the same colored hair and eyes no less.” His fingers hooked under his chin in thought, “Our jaw structures appear to be similar as well, and we share similar freckles across our cheeks. Yet we are all ‘brothers of other mothers.’ Intriguing.”

“I didn't know you knew Patton.”

Logan’s shock amplified on his face. “Oh? There is another? I was referring to my nonsensical theater major roommate Roman Sanders.”

Virgil’s smile grew. “Oh my roommate’s Patton Sanders! Nice guy, pretty infectious with his kindness. I wouldn't be surprised if you knew him.”

“Are his energy levels...extensive? If so I believe I've heard of him, but we never held a proper conversation before.”

Virgil shivered, “Sometimes he can be a lot, but I know he means well.”

“Well, this is...quite intriguing,” Logan laughed, nodding in acknowledgement. “From one Sanders to another, I look forward to speaking with you again. Though I must warn you, I am not one for social interactions. I'm afraid I'm quite terrible at them.”

“Oh trust me, I loathe people with a passion.” A smile seeped through Virgil's persona. “But...you’re not that bad Logan.”

“Likewise, Virgil.”

Someone pinch him he was dreaming.

The professor was on paternity leave, so the college had to have another professor fill in until he returned. This guy also looked similarly to all the other Sanders in the room. Oh, Virgil couldn’t wrap his head around it. He hoped his last name wasn't Sanders too. That would be too perfect.

A-And...Patton was in this class!? Since when??!!

“Virge hey!”

Patton Sanders: cutie pie number one and most trustworthy best friend of all time. Without him, Virgil wouldn’t be the man he became, and he certainly wouldn’t be as happy. Patton was the kind of dude who’d always have your back even if times were tough, and his personality could soothe even the strictest beings on any planet. If the world was ending, Patton should be protected at all costs. Without Patton, reality would be unbearable to live in. This world's beacon...chose to sit beside Virgil of all people. Virgil!

“I tried getting you up this morning, but you wouldn't budge,” he giggled, “So I let you sleep in a bit. You really needed the rest kiddo. I'm proud of you for finally getting it! Classes can be hard but you're doing your best, and that's what matters. And you matter. The only thing that doesn't matter is energy!”

Typically he'd be upset if someone didn't wake him up, but it was impossible to have any bitter emotions towards his own definition of perfect. He allowed a chuckle to slip past his lips over the pun. “Thanks Pat.”

“Anytime!”

Virgil hated being selfish, but he'd give anything to keep Pat by his side for the rest of his life. Not because he was compassionate and breathtaking...even though those traits were quite a treat too. No, Patton was more than that. It was impossible to explain how...but he just...was. He understood Virgil better than anyone else! Sure he could do that with anyone, but he chose to invest his effort in a closeted emo jerkbag.

Virgil never imagined being cared for in such an honest way.

“Morning guys gals and non-binary pals! Settle in your seats please.”

Scraping chairs and hushed murmurs filled the room with white noise Virgil could care less about. This guy sounded like the least professional person on Earth, yet he had a firm aura about him. Virgil was intrigued. Finally, a professor who didn't seem like a total dickwad.

“I'm Professor Sanders-”

The whole class groaned immediately.

This didn't amuse the new guy whatsoever. “What seems to be the problem?”

“The whole world is literally taken over by Sanders people,” a kid groaned, earning a glare from Virgil, “And they're all in this class. I'm surprised I'm not one at this point. It's like a disease you can't get rid of.”

Virgil nearly skyrocketed from his chair at Logan's sudden outburst. “I'm sorry our last names are a hindrance to your daily entertainment, but it does not affect your education or health, therefore eradicating the ridiculous notion that the same name owned by five people in the same room can even remotely compare to a catastrophic illness of any kind! I suggest you rethink your wording before you allow such intense accusations to frivolously fly from your ignorant flapping gums again.”

“Jeez it was just a comment. Don't get so uptight.”

“Like you have any idea how it feels.” Patton growled, cheeks flushed and paired with a glare that sent tremors down Virgil's spine.

“Woah Pat,” he whispered under his breath, eyes not leaving his best friend even when he was caught red handed. But Patton just smiled like he always did, booping Virgil's nose with his index finger. That made a smile creep up his face. Way to lighten the mood buddy.

“So I take it this is your way of loathing attendance? I'll keep that in mind.” Professor Sanders chuckled, “Speaking of attendance, is Raleigh Ackles here?”

“Present!” A ginger girl cheered, arm shot up like a firework.

“Excellent energy! How about Vincent Applebottom?”

“Yo. Just call me Vin. Like Vin Diesel, but without the Diesel.”

“Noted.”

Virgil nearly fell asleep twice. It always took ages to get to the S's. And with this class, there were a lot.

The professor found this out very quickly.

“Alright. Now for the fun section.” He smiled brightly, “Logan Sanders.”

“Present and healthy as ever.” The smirk on his face made Virgil chuckle.

“Patton Sanders.”

“Yuppers!” He giggled, waving at the teacher with all the energy his body could produce.

Virgil smiled when he waved back with just as much energy. This guy seemed great, and...for once that wasn't sarcastic.

“Roman Sanders.”

“Here and queer!” A somewhat tanner and thinner version of Virgil raised an elegant hand.

“Same!” The professor laughed. “And last but not least, Virgil Sanders.”

“I'm here. Let's go to sleep.” He groaned.

There were many positive cheers. Oh the joys of constant stress and late nights. Probably the only things he related with other people. Woohoo.

“It's morning so...absolutely not.”

“Darn.”

Other students mourned their losses...of sleep. Or snickered at him. Yeah...nothing new. Cowards. Why not laugh at his face, huh?

“You tried kiddo,” Patton rubbed his back, “You can take a nap when we get back to the dorm.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Virgil smiled lazily, easily distracted with the radiant guy beside him.

Physics was physics. D=IRT stuff. More like D=IRriTation. Virgil wasn't the best at math, but he was better at it than some...at least. He wasn't really good at much...now that he thought about it. Logan seemed like a smart guy, Patton was the sweetest sunshine, and the other guy…oh shoot what was his name? Well, the extra one. You know, the one applying glitter lip gloss in the middle of class? How extra could you get? Anyway, the other Sanders seemed to be his own character. Made himself important in his own way. Even the teacher was impressive, keeping energy in a class of tired young adults. So...what was Virgil? He certainly wasn't any of that. He had nothing to offer to society...like he cared. Society can go-

“Make sure you complete this assignment by next class,” Professor Sanders said firmly, “And yes, it will be graded. You'll find out very quickly that the homework is heavy on points.”

“And th-the tests?” A girl quivered in her seat.

Oh no.

The professor's baritone voice rumbled in an inhuman...laugh? Could it be considered such? Venom seeped from his parted lips, eyes half lidded in a possessive manner that had every student trembling along with the girl who asked. Who was this guy!? Virgil froze in horror, heart beating against his chest for escape, but it was trapped in a frozen shell.

“Oh...you'll see.”

Virgil grabbed for Patton's hand on top of his desk, wide eyes finding...calm orbs of light. Ah, okay. If Pat was okay then...then it won't be bad. His fingers curled over the other's warmth, absorbing the heat and calm. Everything was okay.

“I got you,” his sunshine whispered, “I won't let go.”

“I-I'll be okay.” Virgil breathed. “This is stupid-”

“No it's not. No feelings are stupid. You will...be okay and...I'm here even when you get there and don't really need me anymore. Promise?”

“I'll always need you. You're my best friend.”

A light glimmered in his eye, uplifting Virgil's spirits.

“Let's eat those cookies after classes end.” Pat smiled, lacing their fingers in a net of warmth and comfort.

“Yeah.”

There was something eating at Virgil. Something dark.

Something unknown.

What a boring day.

Virgil barely lasted through last period. Not only were the rest of his classes without Patton, but he had to share a creative writing course with...Roman. That was his name. Good job Virge! You're finally getting the hang of it! Home was more important though, and he looked forward to taking that nap.

And hey, that Logan guy was in his algebra class. His rants were entertaining to listen to...and zone out of. His voice was so soothing and monotonous, it lulled him to sleep. If only he lived with the guy. He'd probably-

WAIT

Virgil physically stopped in his tracks as he recollected the events of last period:

“I value beauty sleep more than my own life! It comes with ease and fanciful dreams!” Roman nearly swooned over his own words.

“Do you only speak in rhymes?” Virgil scoffed.

“Not always, Moonlight.” He sighed, eyes twinkling as they locked on Virgil's. “It just comes out when you're in my sights.”

“Don't call me that.”

“You're no fun.”

A tremor shook his spine. That conversation was...uncomfortable. He was way too intense.

But yeah, go back to what Logan said earlier:

“I was referring to my nonsensical theater major roommate Roman Sanders.”

IT ALL MADE SO MUCH SENSE NOW!

Roman that bastard! No wonder he could sleep well! He was cheating!

“Natural beauty sleep my ass.” he mumbled under his breath.

But he had someone they didn't: Patton.

His best friend who stayed up with him and made sleepless nights into beautiful memories. The light of his life even in the dark...especially in the dark. The embodiment of sweetness whose hugs were angelic and holy. Patton. Patton.

Virgil reached for the kno-

…um….

The door was locked.

It was never locked when Patton was home.

He. Should. Be. Home.

WhY tHe FuCk WaS hE nOt HoMe????

“Breathe Virgil.” He gasped, clutching at his chest. “Remember to breathe. He's probably out doing some club related thing.”

That's right. Patton was the president of the K.A.B (Kind And Bright) club this year. How could he forget?

Uneasiness remained in his stomach, but he felt a little less panicked over the situation.

It lessened even more when he found the note hung on the fridge;

Hey cutie patootie~💖

Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be out until 6pm on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The door will be locked just in case. We can share those cookies when I come home ❤. Help yourself to them without me if you want to too! If you need me for anything send me a text (I know you know that already but...just in case you need a reminder 💕).

Love you 💙💙

Patton

“You're quite the artist,” Virgil chuckled to himself, relaxing instantly as he maneuvered towards the couch. He felt much better knowing Patton wasn't in danger. But, he still deserved a nice flop. Screw the springs of the couch! They were almost as crummy as society itself.

So you know what you do with that information?

Flop!

Despite his little rebellious speech, the springs were actually durable. Huh. Interesting. For crummy college dorms this was actually a comfortable couch. His body flopped perfectly, not heavy enough to break the furniture...but also not too light to bounce back up. Virgil was very intrigued and pleased with the couch. They could be buddies if this keeps up.

And it did...for two hours.

It was in the form of a nice nap.

The door opening startled him from his peaceful slumber.

“Aww you took that nap! How cuute~!” Patton cooed, closing the door behind him. “If only I had my camera ready.”

“I'm glad you didn't.” Virgil grumbled, sitting up so he could stretch and yawn with ease. His muscles warmed from the pressure.

His other source of warmth pouted, crossing his arms. “Memories are meant to look back on. Without pictures it's difficult.”

“But then you'll remember my ugly face and trust me Pat, no one wants that. Not even you. You’re so good and perfect and I’m just-”

“That is enough out of you!”

H-Huh?

Virgil blinked, eyes wide as Patton's anger nearly blinded him into an alternate reality. He'd seen him irritated before, but...not like this.

It disappeared as soon as it had arrived.

“I uh...sorry about that,” Patton coughed, cheeks flushed. “Rough day. I didn't mean to snap at you…I swear.”

“It's okay.”

You know those people that live off of hugs? The ones that need them all the time in order to feel safe? Pat was one of those people, and Virgil thought it was a curse at first. He cared for the guy but...he hated hugs. He always felt trapped in a cage of limbs. But then he experienced one of Patton's hugs and...his world spun in a new direction.

He looked forward to each one.

The minute he opened his arms, tears streamed down Patton's cheeks.

Oh boy.

Virge wasn’t good with tears, especially Patton’s. He hated seeing him cry.

Don't cry. Don't you dare. Pat needs you. Be the constant he's always been for you. Don't let him down again.

“I missed you so much.” he sobbed, jumping in his arms. “I-I…I tried so h-hard to…”

“I missed you too.” Virgil smiled, resting his lips against the top of his head. “You did so good today. I'm proud of you Pat.”

But the tears crashed harder into his shirt. “Th-They hate me Virge! I know they do!”

“I'll physically fight them.”

A watery laugh escaped his lips, “B-But that’s my job for you.”

“You’re my best friend too.” Virgil pressed a soft kiss against his head. “An eye for an eye, ya know? And the best part? I want that. We aren’t forced to be this way.”

This was a bittersweet bliss. Holding Patton in his arms gave him so much energy, so much warmth. It invigorated him, but the moment would be sweeter had he not gotten hurt. He yearned to pummel them into next week, but if he actually beat them up...his light could go out.

“I’m sorry…” Patton whispered, puffy eyes meeting his. “You had a rough day too and...you don’t deserve all this mess.”

“You’re right, I don’t deserve this.”

He knelt in front of Patton, smiling sadly as he brushed the bangs away from his eyes. “I never deserved you, ever since the first day we met. You’re so much better than me in so many ways, and I’m...well...without you I’d be that troubled teen pent up with rage.”

He chuckled at the memory, slightly embarrassed over how brash he’d been. Young Virgil was much more rebellious and temperamental. Every little thing set him off...but then Patton bumped into him and...everything sort of fell into place. That guy was stubborn. No matter what Virgil threw at him, he always had some sunshine to give...and it managed to melt the punk into mush.

Now he was just walking mush.

And he liked it.

Loved it.

“You changed me for the better and...you deserve better. So much better and yet...you stayed.”

Don’t cry Sanders. Don’t you fucking cry.

“Aw of course I stayed! I’d be crazy not to. You’re sweeter than you give yourself credit for and...you say I saved you?” Patton giggled, “If anything you saved me. I wasn’t in a good place when we met and...well...you taught me how to be stronger. I’m much better than I was!”

“I’ll always be there for you. No matter what Pat I swear on my life. I’ll never leave you.”

“Promise?”

“I do.”

Each day ticked by, unrelenting and unforgiving...but Virgil never broke his promise. Each expression exchanged was payment towards a beautiful, undeserving life. He gazed up at the moon, softly smiling at the sky above. Stars glittered the void, once deceiving...but each year gave him more understanding. Patton said they were like little nightlights the angels used to find each other whenever they got lonely. It was a comforting thought, even if Virgil didn’t understand what he meant back then. Even through the confusion and ignorance, Virgil never left...and neither did Patton. They were tied together with an invisible string.

They finally understood. Virgil could see vivid color, and Patton’s smiles could widen to their full capacities. The desperate yes that slipped past his lips with steady streams seeping through thick dark cotton. Virgil never left...never wanted to leave. And he didn’t. He never did.

It led them into a dream that could have lasted forever.

After completing their scholarly journeys, they bound themselves together with white roses and well-awaited I dos, making their promise stronger. Life was...made of purpose. Virgil’s purpose was always Patton, and they way he practically glowed as he walked down the aisle with Professor Sanders…it was something he’d never want to forget. His husband to be truly was the most beautiful man alive.

And after that?

There were times when that promise almost broke, usually due to Virgil saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, or Patton had a bad day and needed extra attention. But it was those same instances that brought about the best heart to hearts, and they relied heavily on each other until the end of time.

Yes...there was an end.

And it was in this moment that Virgil could smile with dripping nostalgia, leaning his cheek against the cool stone beside him:

Patton Sanders

The brightest Sanders of them all.

“I hope you’re able to find the other angels Pat,” he whispered, adjusting the flowers in their vase with his wrinkled hand, “The stars don’t seem bright enough. Not as bright as you. They’re so lucky to be able to be to you. I’m not too far away...so...wait for me...promise?”

Virgil greeted darkness with a wide smile and white rose in his hand.

“I promise.”

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[wildfcress]

"never have i been a calm sea // i am a storm” storm - fleetwood mac

“fire in her bones // honey in her soul // she is sweet when she has to be // and fierce when she needs to be” - unknown

Background

Full name: 

Lily Josephine Evans

Lily (English): Lily flower. Pure. The symbolism of a lily is innocence, purity, and beauty.

Josephine [Jo-SUH-Feen] (French): May Jehovah add. Named after her grandmother on her mother’s side, Josephine Campbell.

Evans (Welsh): Son of Evan; Gracious gift of Jehovah

Age: 

16

Birthday: 

January 30th, born and raised in Cokeland 

Cokeland is located in the Midlands in England, so I think that in a real geographic perspective she grew up in what would be our Copeland, England.

Blood Status 

Muggleborn

Zodiac Sign: 

Aquarius

If it’s new, radical and rebellious, Aquarians are all over it. The fact that these folks can think so creatively and inventively is one of their greatest assets. Water Bearers are all about progress and technology — they love the latest gadgets, gewgaws, computers, and next-generation technologies. Thanks to a genius that borders on insanity (!), those born under this sign have the unique ability to present ideas that will revolutionize the world. Their approach in doing so may be unpredictable, impersonal and at times cold.

Generally, that means ample space, since Aquarius traits tend to be freedom-loving and individualistic, these folks need to roam (and yes, they do enjoy travel). While Aquarians are generally sympathetic and compassionate, they like it when things go their own quirky way. Some might call their behavior eccentric (and they would be right), but when you consider that the Aquarian’s heart is truly in the right place, a few oddities should be overlooked. In their own way, Aquarians treasure their many friends and acquaintances and want to give back as much as they can.

At play, those born under an Aquarius sun sign like to surround themselves with lots of people, preferably family and friends. When it comes to love, this star sign will also be playful, even flirtatious. While they play for keeps, it won’t necessarily feel that way, since these folks are the opposite of jealous. The great strengths of the Aquarius-born are their vision, intellect and humanity. They are determined to make the world a better place and to help everyone they can along the way. They are truly the trailblazers of the zodiac.

(+) Affectionate,  Progressive, Humanitarian

(-) Temperamental, Aloof, Uncompromising

What’s their family life like?:

Her mother Aisla (Elle-sa) Evans (nee Campbell) works as a seamstress and her father Christopher Evans owns a convenience store. Her older sister Petunia Evans is currently going to Imperial College London for Communications and Public Affairs. 

She’s always been really close with her mother, but her and her father have never quite seen eye to eye. Her and Petunia used to be attached by the hip until Lily started to display magic. Losing her sister was like losing part of herself; being as close as the two were, she struggled to find herself again after that loss. To this day she refuses to lose hope that they’ll reconnect one day.

When did magic first begin to manifest itself?:

She was nine and she was playing in her grandma’s garden and accidentally crushed her lavender plant. When she picked it up it rebloomed in her hand.

School

Wand Characteristics:

10 1/4 inches, Willow, Dragon Heartstring, Swishy

Willow; those with willow wands are known to have unwanted insecurity and great potential. Lily hates how insecure she could get. She tries to hide it, mainly through studying and making sure everything is as perfect as possible. They perform strong non-verbal spells and often goes to those who feel they have a lot to learn. A proverb in the Ollivander family says “he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.”

Dragon Heartstring: The only thing on the face of the earth as temperamental as Lily. When she first got it it would not. Stop. Blowing up in her face. Literally and metaphorically. So she started working even harder to make sure that a stupid piece of wood wasn’t beating her, and she eventually learned how to get it under control. Wands with a dragon heartstring core are known to produce the strongest magic. They can also change allegiance when won in a battle, and it bonds fiercely to its owner. Whenever someone in her dorm tried to use it...well, the walls were pink for weeks.

How long did it take the wand to choose them?:

She found it on the seventh wand. She thought that was normal, but then the person after her found theirs in one shot so she was like....a LIL OFFENDED TBH.

House:

Gryffindor 

How long did it take the sorting hat to sort them?:

Five minutes. It had a hard time deciding whether to sort her into Gryffindor or Slytherin, because of her strong leadership, bravery, and ambition. But ultimately it decided on Gryffindor because of her brashness beat out everything else.

How do they feel about their common room/dorm?:

Loves them! The colors and overall atmosphere of the common room are so fucking comfy to her, being in it always puts her in a good mood. She practically lives in front of the fireplace. As for her dorm, she’s decorated her space with tons of posters, letters, polaroids she’s taken through the years, and fairy lights around her bed, so it’s pretty much a safe haven.

Year: 

6th

If they could go to another school, where would they go?:

Beauxbatons! She’s a hopeless romantic, so she’d love to actually live in france and go to school there!! Like, wow!! Two birds with one stone!! Their uniforms are much cuter, and she’s heard nothing but amazing things about their academics. Or Ilvermorny, because she’s interested in the fact that it was originally just a homeschool, which turned into a small group before eventually evolving into the school it is today. 

Best classes:

Charms, Potions

Worst Classes:

Transfiguration, Divination

Patronus: 

Doe. Like a doe, Lily is observant, protective of those close to her, nurturing, gentle, and determined.

Memory they’d use to conjure it:

Her seventh birthday. Her favorite aunt, Marabell, surprised her at her grandmother’s house with the astronaut Barbie doll she wanted. There was snow covering the ground and they explored the forest by her grandmother’s house until it started getting dark. When they went inside they had dinner (chicken franchise - her favorite) and after they were done cleaning up she helped her grandmother made lemon cake.

What does Amortentia smell like to them?:

Lemons, a woodsy smell, and a third scent she really can’t recognize

Are they in any clubs?:

Slug Club & Dueling Club

Did they bring a pet? If yes, what?:

She brought a white cat named Priscilla (Petunia named her, she wanted to name it Snowball)

How often do they get packages from home?:

All. The. Time. Her parents always send her newspapers, magazines, and candy from home.

Do they earn detentions often?:

If she got caught doing half the shit she does, she’d be in detention a lot more. BUT she’s good at hiding it. Some rules are meant to be broken, and being a prefect sure as hell has its perks. 

Are they the type to gain or lose house points:

Gain.

Would they go to the Yule Ball? Who would they ask?:

You bet your ass she would. And she’d probably definitely go with Mary. Their actual dates can come too.

Do they play quidditch? If so, what position?:

Not currently, but she’s thinking about trying out for chaser next year if there’s a spot open.

Favorite color:

Pink 

Describe their aesthetic in 3 words:

Black flower Doc Martens. Messy hair. Overly sized sweaters.

Theme song:

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Top 5 songs in their playlist:

Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine

Edge of Seventeen - Fleetwood Mac

Long Live - Taylor Swift

Now I Can Talk - Two Door Cinema Club

Nights - Frank Ocean

Vine that fits them: 

x x x x

3+ wanted connections: 

frenemy: someone that just grates her nerves. there’s no obvious reason as to why she doesn’t like them, but something about them makes her want to drive her head and theirs through a wall.

old flame: based off this song, something beautifully unofficial. lily has a huge heart and falls easily, so maybe something that was supposed to be nothing ended up being a lot more? possibly one sided? who knows. 

drinking buddies: can be multiple people! when shit gets real someone she could just drown her problems away with.

sass masters: this friendship is a lot of banter, light hearted insults, and teasing. they’re just having fun tbh.

quidditch: she wants to try out for quidditch next year, so someone to help her train and actually figure out what the fuck she’s doing

tutor: someone she tutors. simple as thAT

child: lily has taken this person under her wing and will do absolutely anything to protect them. she’s going all mama hen

unlikely friendship: lily can befriend a wALL. okay. so this is a friendship that you absolutely wouldn’t expect but it’s here 

fight club: she ALWAYS argues with this person. like every word out of their mouth just pisses her off immensely. even their presence makes her want 2 cry

internet: hogwarts is a big school, so i think it’d be fun to play with her befriending someone online and like just not knowing who they are in real life. they know each others name and houses and whatever but they’ve never actually met.

enemies: very self explanatory

more tba probably

Miscellaneous (Anything else you want to add): 

headcanon time!!

during school breaks she gets jobs around her town. not only does it give her muggle experiences that she wanted to have when she was younger, but she also feels guilty asking her parents for money every couple of months.

 she has two sets of school notes. one is the chickenscratch she takes during class, the second is a neater version of it that’s highlighted and bulleted and annotated. 

she’s HUGE into bullet journals

or just journaling for that matter. she thinks it’s fun

professional stealer of clothes. ur shirt missing? lily has it. ur pants? also lily’s. you probably won’t get it back.

her favorite candy is sugar quills (the white ones cause she’s basic)

the better her mood, the more sugar she puts in her coffee/tea

prefers coffee over tea

she knows every word to every one direction song

would much rather not wear shoes 

always has muggle pens and papers on her because you never know

she can NEVER have her nails done. she can for like a night but she’ll always end up picking it off

super cuddly. will more than likely fall asleep on you

is pretty much a cat

if she’s close with you, you have no faults. she will ignore everything wrong with them until she’s absolutely forced to face it. but once that trust is gone, it’s gone for good

#bvbhq:task #FINALLY #( the clouds never expect it when it rains: musings )

[ace-pidge]

LetsVoltron interview with Tyler Labine highlights

I was taking notes as I was listening to it so here’s what I have! I tried to keep it as accurate and true to what was said as possible but a lot of this is paraphrased, be sure to listen to the interview here!

“Canada’s own Tyler Labine” YASS REPRESENT :’))

Josh, Rhys and Tyler jockey for the title of team jokester in the booth

On how Hunk is different from other characters he’s played: Hunk is about finding your earnest, sweet center. We all aspire to be Hunk. He says what he means. Tyler’s played a lot of jerks with sweet centers, for Hunk he got to strip all the other stuff and defense mechanisms off the other characters. What you see is what you get. Sweet, innocent, earnest, sincere, honest, child-like wonder with bouts of bravery. 

Hunk has strong intuition, if you stop and listen (re: Rolo ranting)

Tyler’s kids are huuge Voltron fans; they play Voltron together - Tyler is Hunk, his wife is Shiro, his son is Keith (huge fan!), his daughter is Pidge and the baby is Lance ^.^

They gave a shoutout to the college-age demographic!

To get in character - be more immature, make everyone laugh. He keeps Hunk’s energy going in the booth through making Bex and Jeremy laugh

On Hunk’s friendships: 

Lance/Pidge/Hunk have a built in history from the Garrison. 

Hunk and Pidge have their technobabble rapport, quick and efficient at accomplishing what needs to be done; will see more of this. 

Lance and Hunk are buddies, lots of teasing between them, have a good solid base. 

His relationship with Shiro is still developing; Hunk really respects him, there’s a bit of reverence there, they don’t really pal around.

With keith it’s just starting to develop, he took Lance’s side (re: Keith being a hot-shot pilot) until he got to know Keith more one on one. S02E09 was a real breakthrough in that respect, Hunk realized “I like you”. 

Coran is like a goofy uncle who can really buckle down when needed. 

He like everyone is in awe of Allura; there’s reverence, respect.

Fave Hunk scene/moment: at the space mall. He loved Hunk at Vrepit Sal’s; Tyler is as tired of fat jokes as we are, but that moment really drove home that Hunk is a gourmand - he wants the experience of cooking and sharing food with everyone, wants to make people happy with his cooking. Teaching Vrepit Sal that there’s joy in cooking showcases that. 

Hunk’s “farm to table” approach to food is a grounded, human, basic thing. He’s interested in the entire process of choosing ingredients, making dishes, sharing food. He likes foods that make you feel human, especially when he’s stuck in space. Food brings everyone together.

Best piece of advice he’s received: “for the artist, there is no satisfaction there is only a queer divine dissatisfaction” 

Gotta make peace with being dissatisfied for your whole life, you’ll never reach perfection

Fave line: “I’m a leg!” Would get that tattooed on his leg if he was bolder. 

Also: “Don’t forget these are the fundamentals of cooking” as Hunk is running away.

“Hunk has no boundaries” - talking about digging through Pidge’s bag in S01E01

On whether Hunk dances: “If you like to eat you like to dance - he shakes it hard”

His headcanon on how Lance and Hunk met: the Garrison is a very sought-after school, a safe haven for a lot of strange people with shared interest to explore human potential in space. It brings people together from all over. 

They didn’t know each other beforehand but Lance and Hunk roomed together and hit it off kinda like a university dorm situation. Lance was wild and Hunk was impressionable; Lance was that guy who could get him to do stuff - frat bros. They probably met Pidge in sim class - Pidge was that person who got assigned to them class poject-style

Pre-Garrison and background: Tyler doesn’t know much, but knows for a fact Hunk is Samoan and is real tight with his mom, who taught him to cook

On Hunk’s lack of character development in season 2: Tyler has same concerns as us re fat jokes and food and has been allowed to express them and Lauren and Joaquim have been receptive. We don’t need to worry about where Hunk is going, “I will never just let him fall flat”

Lauren and Joaquim and Netflix and Dreamworks pay attention to comments from fans online and consider them

On Hunk and Shay - real sweetness there, he was attracted to her for who she is more than what she looks like. Would make nice couple

Hunk is drawn to people’s differences - Shay, Keith

The food goo tastes like uncooked okra mixed with a blue-green algae like Spirulina

We will see more of mechanic Hunk - fixing things on the fly, that kind of thing

On Hunk as Black pilot: “who says he won’t”

He wants to be the head but wants Yellow to be the head cause he’s fallen in love with Yellow - “Yellow is his lady”

Very good at understanding his place: knows his role as a leg is just as important as the head

“Pidge and Hunk can do anything”

On the paladins in a horror movie type situation: very well equipped as a team, would do well (like Scooby-Doo). 

One of them would have to die but they’d do well (”gotta lose one”)

On pets: Hunk doesn’t have pets at home but he would absolutely adopt an alien pet, he’s all for companionship

On winter sports: Tyler’s faves are snowboarding and curling (Canadian rep going strong XD). Hunk wold love anything where you work up a lot of speed like luge or bobsled

On Hunk’s headband: doesn’t ever take it off, probably something that reminds him of his roots.

Would Hunk open a restaurant back on Earth: would have to hybrid mechanic shop and food cause loves working with his hands so much

Tyler is a very good cook himself, has taken classes. Some of his knowledge may have made it into show, informed Hunk’s character.

Hunk is very much a part of him. He pushes some stuff of himself onto Hunk like immaturity and scaredness. Then writers and producers also take some of what they see in the booth from Tyler and write it into the character

Confirmed his attendance at Wondercon 2017. Didn’t mention specifically who else would be there but probably safe to assume Joaquim and Lauren and Tim and several of the voice cast will also be there

#hunk #hunk garrett #hunk (voltron) #voltron legendary defender #tyler labine #cast #lets voltron #mine #interview

[foreign-studies]

Hello, in need of some advice. So, my eighteenth birthday is next week and to celebrate my best friend and I are going to spend the day shopping and hanging out in the town in which we will both be attending college in the fall. (It's only about an hour and a half away from where we live, but neither of us know much about it.) The reality of what is to come is finally hitting me and I just feel extremely overwhelmed by this. Any advice to just get me through enrollment day without losing it?

This is going to be a very long answer, i’m so sorry.

Hi sweetie,

Going to college is a life changing experience, not only because of the knowledge you’ll acquire, but because your life will literally be turned upside down, you’ll move out of your house, you wont have your parents or relatives around all the time, you’ll have to look out for yourself and make sure you’re doing everything you’re supposed to do. You’re going to be shifting to a completely new life-style in a few of months, and it can be stressful to even think about that, but there are a few things you can do to make this transition a little bit better.

NOW

Make sure you are ready to go. During stressful times its normal to forget things you’re supposed to do, buy or pack. You have a lot of time until you have to go to college, but if you’re like me, leaving anything to the last minute can make this experience much more maddening. So go online, research what should you bring to college, make a packing list and a list of things you have to buy. Call or check youour collegeration center and see if they have dorms available and if you have to sign up for it, if so, do it. If they don’t have dorms, then start looking for apartments nearby, it’s better to do this with plenty of time to look around and compare prices, neighbourhoods and designs. Start to make sure you have everything ready right now to take that weight off your shoulders.

A FEW MONTHS BEFORE ENROLLMENT DAY

Meeting your surroundings beforehand is great and i’m glad you’re spending a nice day with someone you like in this new envirowment. Try finding places you feel good and relaxed at, a cozy coffee shop, a pretty boutique, a park, anything that makes you happy, so when you feel anxious, nervous or sad in college, you already have a safe haven to run to and destress. Also, if you can, pull off a Lorelai and try every nearby restaurant, coffee shop, supermarket and keep the flyers so when you need some good comfort food, you have those in mind. If it’s possible, try to go to your campus and see a dorm room, if you’re getting one, it will make it easier to move in when you know what you’re moving into.

FINISHING HIGH SCHOOL

Its going to be sad. Even when we think we don’t care about school or anyone in it, its hard leaving a place that is common to you. Don’t worry if you sob your heart out, that doesnt mean you’re not ready for college, just like not crying doesn’t mean you have it all figured out. Life has sometimes to be happy and some to be sad, this moment is a sad one, but that doesnt mean you have to push past it. 

“Let everything happen to youBeauty and terrorJust keep goingNo feeling is final”

SUMMER

Now you probably would be feeling overwhelmed, with college starting soon and everything changing, i think now would be the time to get excited. Find out about extra curricular activities on campus, find new music and make a playlist to listen to on the first day while moving in you new place, go on pinterest and find DIYs or things to decorate your room, make some art to hang on your walls and make it feel like home. Read about classes you would like to take, see if you can find a list of classes you need to take to get your degree. Watch move in vlogs, find college life channels, get exited about it. Some people would advise to not think about life in college at this point, because you’d feel anxious, but i think you should think about it as much as possible, at first its going to feel weird, stressful and upsetting, but you have to push past this. Try imagening the good things that will happen to you when you’re in college. Sure, you’ll miss you family, your house, your hometown, but a lot of great things will happen there too. When we face change, we usually think things are going to be worse than what we have now, but there’s a great possibility of things being so much better.If everything else fails, turn to College related films and shows. Rory Gilmore’s first day at college, Elle Woods getting into harvard, Beca singing in Barden Bellas. Or, maybe find a great movie, or book that you haven’t read yet and swear you’ll only watch or read it in college, to make you look forward to it.

THE WEEK BEFORE

Make sure you have sorted out all the paperwork you’ll need, if you’re in doubt about wether you’ll need something, bring it anyway. Put it all together. Start to narrow down the classes you’d like to take, you don’t have to be absolutely sure about it, it’s just a way to learn what you like and what you don’t. Also, star to analyze that list of classes you have to take to graduate, see if you can find a list of suggested classes in your college website, it’ll make choosing your classes much easier. Try and take those lists with you on enrollment day.

ENROLLMENT DAY

College looks so intimidating, everyone looks like they have it all figured out, all of the other freshmen look so sure of what they’re doing, it feels like you’re the only anxious one. You’re not. I bet that at least 98% of them are just as clueless about this new life as you are. And that’s okay, we’re not born knowing everything, and no one is expecting you to know everything, mostly because most people are also trying to figure things out. So keep that in mind and take a few breaths in when you feel overwhelmed. This is a good moment, try to enjoy it. You can try an acting exercise, if you want, pretending you are the most confident, self-assured, completely bold person you know, and see how that feels.

Also, some colleges might have their freshmen do a little test, so don’t be fightened by it, it’s just a way to see where you’re at at certain subjects, so they can point you to the right class. If you’re worried about it, call your college adm and ask if you should prepare for something like that. Dress comfortably because it’s probably going to be a long day, but look good, because feeling confident great and because you might have to take a picture for your student ID. 

Get everything you absolutely HAVE to do DONE, so you can continue on with your day much more relax and without that fear of forgetting to do something. Go after all the information you think you might need or like to know. Bring a notepad and a pen to write down if needed.

And last of all, just know that it’s going to be okay. Things might not go perfect, but its going to be okay. In a few years you’ll look back on this and realize that most things you were stressed or anxious about were not so big of deals.

♥ some of this tips are from DaceyCouture’s video. She has a really nice CollegeCouture series, if you want to check it out 

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How To Become A Firefighter In Connecticut

Connecticut may only be a small state in size, but how to become a firefighter in Connecticut is a question I’ve received several times.

With just 5,567 square miles of it lying to the south of New England, it is a densely populated state. In fact, it is the 4th most densely populated state in the country.

This means a lot of people and property to protect in a very small space. The amount of fire departments here may not be that big but that doesn’t mean that they don’t encounter plenty of challenges.

Whether you are a student, high school grad or someone in need of a career change, you can see what the fire service has to offer here. So, what does it take to become a firefighter in Connecticut?

How to Become a Firefighter in Connecticut

Generally, 18 years old or older

High school diploma or GED

A valid driver’s license

Good physical and mental health

EMT training advised

The basic requirements in Connecticut aren’t too challenging. The general rules for age, residency, education and physical fitness apply here too.

In fact, there are lots of ways that you can get your foot in the door if you are prepared to be a volunteer firefighter first and study hard.

In this guide, I want to highlight some of the training options and departments in the state. I also want to take a moment to look at the importance of volunteering in smaller communities.

Firefighting in Connecticut

If you want to start out as a firefighter in Connecticut, a volunteer role might be the best option. There are lots of chances to join smaller departments across the state.

Here you can get valuable hands-on experience and learn about the fire service. The “quiet corner” of the north-east of Connecticut has little need for the diverse, extensive service provisions of somewhere like Hartford. But, they still need coverage and community services.

Coventry is a great example of a town with a strong volunteer department. They may only cover 38.4 square miles, but they ensure that personnel have the best training for fire and EMS calls.

One of the perks about Connecticut is that there are Fire Assistance Grants for volunteer departments where they can get more assistance and funding.

The idea is that this will help struggling areas tackle agricultural and woodland fires with greater ease. In order to qualify, the local population must be less than 10,000.

Another way for firefighters to help out in these rural areas is to work alongside the DEEP forestry division.

There is a high risk of forest fires in the state in the spring and it is up to the department and local fire crews to minimize the risks and any damage. DEEP monitor around 1.8 million acres of land for any threats and sent reports on daily risks and danger levels.

They then work with fire departments and other outlets to keep the public away, keep an eye on the situation and handle any fires.

Urban Firefighting in Connecticut

There is a lot more to this state than just its forests, wildland management and volunteer services. Some major towns and cities need skilled, paid firefighters to handle major fires and emergencies.

We also can’t forget that Connecticut and its biggest cities lie very close to New York City. If there was to be another major incident there, there is every chance that Connecticut firefighters would go and help.

Therefore, you need to be ready for the absolute worst-case scenarios even if they are a remote possibility. On-going training in emergency preparations, hazardous materials, crash sites and rescues can help.

Closer to home, those skills will be useful on highways, in airports and in massive structures in the cities. It also helps to update your medical training certificates, so you can provide life-saving help too.

Connecticut is largely well-known as a college state and students need protection too.  The University of Connecticut is an acclaimed institution in its own right and there is also Yale over in New Haven.

This means that there is a large younger population for a large portion of the year. Local fire departments need to be ready to handle their needs in both a fire rescue and a fire prevention capacity. Good communication skills and outreach programs can offer students advice on how to stay safe on campus and in dorms.

In fact, the University of Connecticut has its own fire department that looks after students living and studying between the campuses in Storrs and Farmington.

They claim to provide help for around 5400 emergency calls per year in these areas. They also help fire marshals keep the buildings safe and perform those crucial outreach tasks.

Some students studying in Connecticut may wish to join their local campus team and give something back to their community. This isn’t possible at this department because they don’t offer such a volunteer program.

However, students in the area are encouraged to look into volunteer options in local departments in the area. More details on these options can be found by following this link.

The alternative for those of student age in Connecticut is to enroll in a fire technology or fire science course. You can then use that knowledge to proceed with a career in a department either at the university or elsewhere in the state.

Fire Academies in Connecticut

There are many options where students can get an academic qualification or train at a fire academy. They include the following:

New Haven: Gateway Community College and New Haven Fire Department

Hartford: Capital Community College

West Haven: University of New Haven

Derby: Valley Fire Chief’s Regional Training School

Wolcott: Wolcott Fire Training School

Waterbury: Naugatuck Valley Community College

Norwich: Three Rivers Community College

Windsor Locks: Connecticut Fire Academy

Fairfield: Fairfield Fire Department

Willimantic: Eastern Connecticut Fire School

The University of New Haven offers a Bachelor of Science program in Fire Science. The interesting thing about this course is that it isn’t as broad as some associate degrees or certificates in community colleges.

Students will get to know all the basics under the guidance of a tutor with fire experience. This includes a lot of practical work as well as theory.

From there, students can focus their studies on either Fire Administration of Fire Investigation. The path chosen can help with future career goals. Learn more about this program here.

Of course, there is always the opportunity for recruits to gain most of their basic training while on probation with a department.

Many departments will give conditional offers of employment with the expectation that applicants will pass certain certificates in a given time frame. Firefighter 1 and 2 and an EMT certificate are essential here. You can then go onto colleges or training school courses for advanced learning.

Major Fire Departments in Connecticut

There are two major cities that I want to look at as an alternative to the volunteer and student programs mentioned above. These cities, and others like them, are often the biggest employers of career firefighters and those in more specialty roles.

How to Become a Stamford, CT Firefighter

At time of application, must have graduated from an accredited high school or received an equivalency diploma (G.E.D.) from a recognized authority

By date of written examination, must be at least 18 years of age

Must possess a valid driver’s license

Must have a CPAT Card in date

Stamford is a vibrant city with a large residential population and even larger day-time population. This means a need for a 24/7 department that can look after people in their homes over 39.9 square miles at night and tend to round-the-clock medical emergencies.

It also means a need for skilled personnel that can handle the needs of all the workers commuting in. They have over 230 employees in 6 stations and equipment to handle EMT services, fire suppression, high-angle rope rescue, hazmat incident and more. Find out more here.

How to Become a Hartford, CT Firefighter

Generally, 18 years old or older

High school diploma or GED

A valid driver’s license

Good physical and mental health

EMT training advised

Then there is Hartford. There are fewer people to take care of here in about half the area – around 124,000 people in 18.4 square miles.

However, this ISO 1 station appears to be better funded and better staffed. There are 12 stations housing 17 companies and around 360 career firefighters. The department is home to some important regional equipment, such as the decontamination unit.

Therefore, fire crews here must have all the right training and good communication skills to work with other departments and members of the public. You can find out more here.

Job Prospects for Firefighters in Connecticut

Like the majority of states in New England, Connecticut has a decent rate of employment and demand for firefighters. The average wage is above the national average too.

In 2018, there were 3,140 firefighters employed with a ratio of 1.89 in 1000 jobs.

The mean wage for firefighters in Connecticut is $63,630.

This is more than neighboring Rhode Island, which saw an average yearly salary of $55,240, and the $60,080 in Massachusetts.

https://www.bls.gov/oes/current/oes332011.htm#st

If you’re interested in how to become a firefighter in Connecticut, I recommend you get started as soon as you can.  Connecticut is big on youth involvement in the fire service. You can become a cadet, learn skills with departments and volunteer at the right age.

You can also take courses to gain all the right certificates to become a career firefighter here. The state has a lot of people to protect in a very small area. With the right training and attitude, you can make sure that you are a great addition to any Connecticut fire department.

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The Boy With The Headset | Part 2

Synopsis: The world was always so loud. Moving so fast without any care for the people who might get left behind.

All the commotion of college seems to put Y/n’s life on autopilot. Her only safe haven being the almost absolute quiet of her dorm room.

Jisung can’t seem to handle the constant sounds of life preferring to drown himself in music instead.

The boy with the headphones who sits next to Y/n seems to blend their noises into a perfect melody.

Word count: 1.4K

Pairing: music major! han x student! reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining

Masterlist

Previous / Next

Jisung straightens out his posture as he hears the click of Changbin coming in. Changbin sets the food on the table, starting to unpack the bags while setting all the different foods in their correct place. Another click of the door causes Jisung to turn his head. “Sorry I'm back so late I was at the studio helping some of the guys in the dance department.” Chan sat in his respective spot while opening his food he mumbles a quick thank you to Changbin.

While Jisung could admit that his roommates were louder than he liked most of the time he could never imagine living with anyone else. They were very considerate of the fact that Jisung just needed places to be a bit quieter. Too much noise at once made him feel like exploding. He even cherished moments like this. Eating in complete silence gave him time to prepare himself for the conversation that would flow later.

As they all finished eating Chan took everyone's trash, putting it into the trash while the two other boys made their way to the living room. Once they all got comfortable, Chan decided to break the silence, “So did she end up helping with the track?” as Jisung was thinking of how to answer Changbins voice filled his mind “Wait, Jisung you had someone else listen to your track? Are you replacing me?” Finally gathering his thoughts Jisung decides to speak, “yeah she helped me a lot actually. Though I think I'll come with you to the studio tomorrow because I have to redo the guide.”

Chan tilts his head “why do you have to redo it? Did the guide get deleted too?” Jisung shakes his head but before he can answer he feels Changbin hit his shoulder “Don't ignore me. I'm very confused. Who is this girl?” Jisung lowers his head filling him in on the details, “also I need to redo the guide because I think the vocals need to be higher to flow better.”

As Chan clicked on a show he lowers the volume and put on subtitles looking at Jisung to see if the volume was ok. As the first episode ends he can't help but remember that he hasn't responded to you yet. As he pulls out his phone he feels like he's being watched. Looking up he sees that his friends are leaning over to see what he was doing. “You guys are so noisy” he mumbles and reads over Y/n’s text again while his thumbs hover over the keyboard.

“Dude just text her back she's going to think you're avoiding her.” Jisung glances at Changbin before drafting out his text. What should he even say? Was it too weird to respond so late to her message? Just as he was about to delete it, Chan reached over and hit send. His heart dropped. Turning off his phone he set it down turning to Chan. “Don't look at me like that ji! If I didn't send it we both know you would have just deleted it.” As the show continues in the background he feels a buzz looking down your name lights up his screen.

Y/n: Great! I'll try to get us the same spot as last time!

While smiling he types a reply sending and tries his hardest to not overthink.

-

Jisung: I'm looking forward to it

Her heart is pounding. Standing in a crowded supermarket was not her plan. Why the market was crowded on a Friday night was a mystery to her. After seeing his text Y/n couldn't help wanting to get the snacks right away. Just to be prepared. Making new friends was hard. Which is why she couldn't pick between getting sweet or savory snacks. If Jisung didn't like the snacks she brought then he wouldn't want to hang out again. At least that's Y/n’s way of thinking.

Y/n needed to pick fast. The muddled conversations were becoming too much for her to handle. With her clouded judgment, Y/n places both options in her cart and rushes to check out. The beep coming from each scanned item brings her closer and closer to wanting to leave the store. Wanting to just be back in her room.

As she walks through the door Y/n sets down her groceries putting them into their places in the pantry or fridge. Just try to study this weekend so you won't be such a mess on Monday. Grabbing her backpack Y/n sits down laying her papers out in front of her. Placing her most important papers closest to her. Y/n picks up the small note Jisung left. His handwriting is messy and crooked. Was this his normal handwriting or was it rushed? Smiling, she opens the note and puts it into an empty drawer.

After looking at her notes for thirty minutes straight Y/n realized that trying to study was a lost cause. Not being able to focus without someone else also working near her. Not even bothering to put her notes away Y/n heads to the bathroom to wash up.

Laying in bed with her wet hair thoughts just keep racing in her mind. At times like these Y/n wonders if having such a quiet apartment was a curse. There was an ache, a yearning, nothing she thought of could satisfy it. Standing up Y/n takes out her CDs and plays a random track hoping to distract her. Laying in her bed just seems to give her the same fate. Drifting off to sleep.

-

Sitting in the last class of her Monday schedule was normally ok. But normally Y/n wasn't waiting for the clock to read 12:20 so she could leave. The professor's words seemed to drag on with no end. As soon as the clock turned, Y/n stood from her chair and rushed out of the class. Walking across campus usually gave her a way to clear her mind. Yet today was not normal. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees filled her mind. The sound of her shoes hitting the pavement.

Making it to the library Y/n sets her bag down on the chair and rushes to her apartment. She needed to keep that spot. She maybe had twenty minutes to get the snacks and get back to the table before someone else moved her things. Rushing in, Y/n grabbed a beach bag and stuffed it with everything she had picked up on Friday. Did she need to bring drinks? Did Jisung consider drinks a part of snacks? Looking at the time she divides to just leave with what she has now.

Walking back into the library Y/n sets down the snacks and sets her notes on the table. Biting her lip she starts spreading out her papers. Brushing away the feeling of guilt by remembering Jisung’s note. Pulling out her phone it's 1:20 pm. Glancing around her she then texts Jisung.

Y/n: I got us the same spot!

Sighing Y/n stands up and looks at the books surrounding their table. As the seconds ticked by, few people began leaving. Maybe due to late afternoon classes. After reading the spine of the books for the second time she checks her phone again. 1:40 pm. She checks the text to Jisung. Unread. Sitting at the table she contemplated packing up. Staring at the notes she hears a small voice behind her.

“I'm sorry I'm late. I was picking up some drinks for us.” Jisung sat down and pulled his laptop out from under his shoulder. “I didn't really know what drinks you liked so I got a few.” he set down his bag on his chair and pulled out a variety of drinks. Once they were all set out you stood up and set down all the snacks on the table. “I didn't know what snacks you liked so I got a few.” Their eyes found each other and they broke out in laughter. Y/n calmed her laughing with a faint smile still on her lips. As she looks at him she notices his eyes have a shine to them even with the minimal light surrounding them. As they study, they fall into what seems to already be their routine. The faint music from Jisung’s headphones seemed to be the only noise that Y/n needed. It wasn't overwhelming. It was perfect.

As the evening stretched on, all of Y/n’s built-up work was done. Leaning over she sees Jisung playing his track. Looking at the sticky notes placed by the touchpad she sees a small note. Titled ‘Y/n’s likes’ on it is written her favorite drinks and snacks.

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[carousellights]

The Boy With The Headset | Part 7

Synopsis: The world was always so loud. Moving so fast without any care for the people who might get left behind.

All the commotion of college seems to put Y/n’s life on autopilot. Her only safe haven being the almost absolute quiet of her dorm room.

Jisung can’t seem to handle the constant sounds of life preferring to drown himself in music instead.

The boy with the headphones who sits next to Y/n seems to blend their noises into a perfect melody.

Word count: 2.5K

Pairing: music major! han x student! reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining

Masterlist

Previous / Next

The professor stands and walks to the middle of the room before saying “Today we will be going over annotations” he drones on. The ticking of the clock seems to grow louder as he talks, completely drowning him out in her mind. The bright light of the sun leaks in. Last night had truly passed. No more rain or clouds. No soft blue light could be seen. His warmth was long gone and instead replaced with the cold of winter. The assignments and notes were no use; No matter how she tries to distract herself her mind drifts to that night. Something shifted in the air that night but what exactly was it? She hopes she gets to see him in that light again.

Stepping out into the cold wind this time only the leaves blow past her to break in the wind. Her soul remains complete with her. Jisung didn’t show. Maybe she was too hopeful in thinking he'd come into class. Yet she can’t seem to get rid of the hope that he’ll still call her, or maybe he’ll be at the studio today.

A small flower shop catches her attention. She had been wondering what the small stand was. Going up to the stand she is greeted by the shopkeep “hey what can I do for you?” Shaking her head she responds, “I’m just looking around.” They nod as Y/n continues to look around. Taking in all the flowers, she suddenly thinks about Jisung. “Excuse me?” The keeps eyes light up as she gives an encouraging look. “I was wondering what you recommend to buy a guy that you like?” The lady picks up a notebook and starts shuffling through the pages in a hurry. “I would suggest red tulips and some baby's breath.” She points at them as she speaks, “it’s small but it’s the best I promise.” Y/n fidgets with her bag and speaks up, “thank you I’ll be sure to consider it.” She starts walking off but glances back a few times repeating the flowers the woman had said.

Red tulips and baby's breath.

Y/n looks up as her apartment comes into view. She sees a man standing by her door, and the more she looks she realizes that he looks familiar. It’s him. “Jisung,” she yells into the air. She starts running. She stumbles as she runs up the stairs. The last thing on her mind is how dangerous it is; she just wants to see him again. Once she gets to her floor a smile erupts on her face. Rushing to her door she fumbles to pull out her keys and find the right one as the door opens she rushes Jisung in and closes the door behind her. “Y/n I just wanted,” the rest of his sentence gets left in his throat because she jumps on him. Throwing her arms around his neck and buried her face there. Panting into the hug yet she refuses to let go, “I should have asked to hug you but,” she pauses before continuing, “I just missed you. I missed having you here.” I love you is what she wanted to say. No other words besides I love you could express how she feels at this moment.

-

Warmth spreads throughout him. As her apology reaches his ears he pulls her in tighter. “I missed being with you.” He mumbles into her hair. He wants to be as close as possible to her. He missed her touch. Missed feeling so close to her. Pulling back he fixes her hair then rests his hands on her face and stares at her. His eyes shift to take all of her in. Her skin is so cold. He pushes off his headphones as she starts to speak, “your hands are so warm.” He feels her cold skin nestle into him. He never wants to look away. She’s still just as breathtaking as that night only now they’re in her terrain. In the light, she looks the most beautiful. The sun must have blessed her soul.

He looks at her eyes again and tilts his head toward the sofa. As they sit down he holds her hands “I'm not here to study.” She blinks a few times confused before he continues, “I come here to apologize to you.” His voice starts to waver and she squeezes his hands to comfort him. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, and I’m sorry you had to see me that way.” As tears start to bubble in his eyes she pulls him into another hug and he hides his face from her. “Sometimes I just feel emotions too fast and it feels like I can’t handle it.” He holds her tighter as she starts to respond, “I’m just glad that you’re ok.” His voice comes out as a sniffle “I’m only ok because of you Y/n.”

They fall into a comfortable silence as they look at each other again. A small buzz in his pocket draws his attention, “I probably need to go home. I have a lot of missing work.” He stands up and walks to the door. She follows behind him and opens it. She leans on the door as she says, “call me if you need help, ok?” He nods and starts to walk down the stairs.

Closing the door Jisung walks over to Chan, “ji why are you cheesing right now?” Jisung smiles even harder “is it Y/n?” Jisung nods and sets his hand on Chan's shoulder and sighs “She just understands me in a way that no one has. Like I don’t even have to talk and she just knows.” Chan pushes Jisung’s shoulder and starts smiling too, “So I’m guessing this is your day?” His face drops and he tilts his head, not understanding. “Are you and her not official?” Jisung shakes his head no. “You need to ask her out dude. You finally have someone that understands and you haven’t asked her out yet.”

Jisung: Do you wanna go to the campus cafe tomorrow at like 4?

His heart pounds. What if she says no? Was he even planning on asking her out? He hadn’t planned any of this but he didn’t want to lose his chance with her.

Y/n: Ok I’ll meet you there!

Jisung could swear that his heart just stopped beating. He can’t tell if the response made him relax or stress out even more.

-

The rings of her phone seem to go on forever before Hyunjin’s voice comes through, “hello?” Her words come out jumbled as she tries to speak, “han just asked if we could meet at the cafe and I said yes!!” She could practically hear his eye roll through the phone “so you guys are dating now?” She huffs out short incomplete sentences before he talks again, “so he just asked out of nowhere if you could meet him at the cafe?” She tells him that he’s right and he goes on, “Did he say it was for you to study?” She quickly responds, “no he just said he wanted to meet up there.” Hyunjin pauses for a long while before saying something again, “he’s going to ask you out.” His voice sounded so matter-of-fact that Y/n believed him.

“What should I wear?” Hyunjin stands up and walks to Y/n’s closet and starts looking at all her clothes. “I’m thinking that you should wear something that looks like you put effort into it, but not too much effort.” Y/n watches as he picks up items and moves them to the left or the right depending on his reaction. He turns back around to her and waves her off, “go wash up I’ll find the outfit it’s already 3 pm!”

Heavy knocks ring through the bathroom before she hears his voice, “I picked out an outfit I’m leaving it outside the door. Come to the living room once you’re done then I’ll make sure you look good.” Rolling her eyes she responds, “whatever just put it down.”

While closing the door behind her Hyunjin turns to look at her. He scrunches his face up and looks her up and down. Y/n pushes his shoulder and wines, “don’t be so mean to me.” He looks at her and adjusts her top to sit correctly, “I was just joking. You look beautiful, he'll love it.” She turns to a mirror and looks over her outfit again trying to make sure it was ready, “are you sure he’ll like it? What if this is too much?” Hyunjin gives her an angry look in the mirror, “Y/n you look stunning. He’d be crazy to not fall for you.” She nods and grabs her keys. While they walk to the door Hyunjin starts speaking “do you need me to walk you there?” She shakes her head no and Hyunjin looks at her one last time with a small smile, “you got this” he gives a final thumbs up before walking away.

-

“What would you recommend for a girl that I like?” The lady looks around and then smiles with a knowing look in her eyes. She grabs some red tulips and baby's breath wrapping them into a bouquet and handing it to him, “I’m sure she’ll love these. They’re red tulips and baby's breath.” Jisung nods and reaches for his back pocket and pulls out his wallet and hands her the money. “Thank you so much.”

He continues walking forward to the small cafe. While opening the door a small bell rings and he waved to the workers. He places an order for two drinks that he’s sure both of them will enjoy. Looking around at the almost empty shop he chooses to sit at the table by the windowed wall looking outside. With the sun in the sky, he could almost mistake the day to be warm. He sets the flowers on the table and looks at them. He wonders if she’ll like them.

From the glass he sees her. Taking the flowers into his hands he holds them and stares. The door slowly opens and he shoves the bouquet onto the seat next to him hoping she won’t see. Maybe this was all a mistake. The closer she gets to the table the more his hands grip the stems of the flowers. If he wasn’t so focused on watching her eyes to make sure they didn’t wander to the seat next to him then he would be concerned about breaking the stems.

“Hi Jisung,” he thinks of taking out his earplugs just to hear her say his name again. “Hi, Y/n.” He slowly unwraps his hand from the flowers hoping she can’t hear the noise of the paper. “You look, uh, really pretty.” Normally he would have yelled at himself for messing up but her smile takes up his mind. She looks down at her clothes and fixes them before looking at him again, her smile bigger than ever “thank you.” She looks over the table and he panics. Hand back to griping the flowers hoping that she doesn’t see them. She sits back down and says, “you look dressed up. Is this an important day?” He glances at the flowers then shakes his head no, “I could say the same for you, you know?” She looks shocked and reaches for her phone.

“For Jisung?” They both look up at the barista and nod saying their thanks. Jisung looks at the two drinks and passes them out. As Y/n puts her phone back down she looks at the drink and smiles. “How did you know what to get me?” He tilts his head to the side, “I have my sources.” He grimaces at the memory of running into Hyunjin and begging him to tell him your favorite thing to order.

Y/n talked about the weather and how it is getting warm again. He swears he was trying to listen but every time he could get himself to focus he hears the crinkle of the bouquet. His thoughts drift from how pretty her smile would be when she saw them to what she would say. Suddenly think about what would happen if her face turned into one of disgust. “Jisung, do you want to finish our drinks outside?” He thinks of standing up. There’s no way he could hide the flowers from her. “No, let's stay in here, it's really cold out.”

-

“I’m going to go to the bathroom, excuse me.” He slides out of her chair and hurries to the back of the cafe. She closes and locks the door and calls Hyunjin. He answers full of excitement, “how does it feel to not be single?” She wines and explains the situation to him, “I don’t think he’s going to ask me out. We’ve just talked and had some drinks.” Hyunjin laughs, “is there anything else?” She sighs and starts from the beginning, “when I got here everything was fine. He even complimented me for the first time. And he’s all dressed up.” Hyunjin hums in agreement as she continues, “but he’s been acting all weird like he doesn’t actually wanna be here.” Hyunjin sounds mildly annoyed now, “get back out there he’s going to confess soon.”

As she walks out Jisung is standing up with a small box of dessert in his hand. “Let’s walk home before it gets too dark out?” She nods in agreement and he hands her the box, “I bought it for you.” She smiles and picks up a fork from the counter. “Thank you so much Jisung.” As she focuses on her dessert he hides the flowers behind his back.

When she opens the door to her apartment Jisung stands outside again. “Are you gonna stand there all night?” He laughs as he says the same reply “did you just invite me to stay the night?” She hangs on the door as he just stands there. Playing with the paper behind his back he brings them in front of him. “These are for you.” She takes them and before he can see her face he quickly says “it’s late I need to go home. Goodnight.”

-

He walks down the stairs as fast as he can and hopes that her face was a smile and not one of disgust. Hoping that she understood. Yet also hoped that she didn’t. What if she did understand and was just saving his feelings?

While sitting in his room his attention is pulled away from his computer by the ringing of his phone. Y/n. He takes a deep breath and answers the phone. “Thank you for the flowers' ' he can hear her smile through the phone. Suddenly he feels lighter. “You like them? They’re tulips and baby's breath.” As he finished saying it he heard her laugh. As she calms down she says, “so why did you get me flowers?”

He didn’t think she would be so straightforward about it. He could have come up with an excuse but with such short notice, his mind was blank. “I just saw them on the way there. Am I not allowed to get you flowers?” He looks at his screen again before closing it. “Make sure to put them in a vase.” She smiles and says, “I’ll show them off to everyone, don't worry.” As they say their goodbyes Jisung lays down on the bed and smiles at the ceiling. Maybe she did understand yet wanted him to find the right words.

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