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sokkasangel · 4 years

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skida!

»»——— katsuki bakugou x reader

»»——— part one

summary: bakugou accidentally confessed his love in front of all his classmates...

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cursing

a/n: requests are open! also, the reader’s quirk is not stated, just that it’s a physical one. so it’s up to your imagination!

»»——— masterlist

what was worse:

starting at a new school? or starting in the middle of the semester?

you had heard so many good things about UA, & — with a physical quirk like yours — you were easily accepted (although, it didn’t hurt that your parents had connections with one of the top hero agencies).

but besides the actual hero training you’d received, it wasn’t much different from a normal high school. kids had formed rigid friend groups, which never really changed unless a fight broke out.

so there you were, in the doorway of class 1-A. you noticed that the teacher had not yet arrived. which explained the complete anarchy that took place inbetween desks.

a group of boys were standing around laughing, while the girls tended to migrate to the other side of the room. the rest of the students were already in their seats.

you recognized a few from tv, while others’ faces blended together. kirishima stood out, with his red hair. as did denki, midoriya, & bakugou.

bakugou stood out for a different reason, though. it wasn’t his hair or his quirk. it was that he sat away from the disruptions. you had seen how wild & loud he was during the sports festival, which made you naturally think to stay away. but now he was reserved. a scowl stayed planted on his face.

walking past the group of girls chatting, you went to the opposite side of the classroom. because everyone was out of their seats, you didn’t know which were occupied. so you had to stand at the front, like you were in first grade, waiting to get introduced.

and unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. a tall, tired man (who you remembered to be the famous eraserhead) entered the room. when he did, the students naturally filed into place & quieted down.

“class, before we get started today, we have a new student: y/n y/l/n.” he turned to you. “you can sit in front of katsuki bakugou. there’s an open desk.”

as you took your seat, you noticed that all of the students’ eyes had widened. later, you would find out that bakugou sat in the front for a reason, & that he despised having you in front of him.

besides a few other hiccups, your first week went well. more & more of your classmates talked to you, & soon, you had more friends than you had in previous schools. because of this, you were in the middle of the two main groups of the class.

urakara & midoryia were the first to strike up a conversation with you. they had been encouraging & friendly. however, kirishima & mina also took to your liking. they teased & included you in inside jokes & pranks. both parties saved you from a lonesome lunch.

so now your time was split. one day you’d hang out with midoryia’s group. the next was spent laughing with bakugou’s.

even though you were now a part of his group, it didn’t mean that he was your friend. it actually seemed like he hated you. it was nonstop yelling & cursing. you even started to think that you did something wrong.

kirishima assured you that’s how bakugou makes friends, but this was too harsh to just be teasing.

but then you overheard a conversation you were supposed to never hear.

“why’s katsuki so quiet?” you noticed denki’s voice as you walked past the common room. it was getting late, so you were on your way to your dorm to get some well-deserved sleep.

“i think it’s his family again. y’know how they are. & now that midterm grades are coming up, he’s more stressed,” kirishima said. neither of them noticed you, so you creeped behind the wall. “i feel so bad. he’s such a great student & guy... there’s just so much pressure on him.”

“yeah, he’s always gotta be number one.”

“did he ever tell you why he’s always so cranky?” kiri’s voice lowered. you knew that you should keep walking, but you just couldn’t stop listening.

“no,” denki replied. you thought you heard him get up from the couch, making you flinch. but he was wrestling with a pillow.

“well, he’s always been praised for his quirk. so he never got to work on himself, like his personality. so he thinks everyone likes him for this amazing quirk. & don’t get me wrong, it is an amazing quirk. but he’s disappointed when he makes one little mistake... it took me months for him to finally open up to me, so don’t let on that i told you this.”

“got it, boss,” the yellow-haired man laughed & the conversation died down. only now did you walk away.

so that’s why bakugou hated when you appeared in class? because you sat in front of him? one little thing like that can set him off?

a bubble of guilt rose in your chest. you screamed in your head how bakugou was “the worst” & that he should “go away & not bother anyone”.

his own parents & friends did this? made him a mess of pride & shame? was all he wanted just a friend who liked him for him?

from that night on, you vowed that you wouldn’t leave katsuki bakugou alone. even if he tried to kill you.

you started to greet him in the mornings, which always resulted in a groan. you also offered to spar against him, even though he kicked your ass every time.

“why do you keep trying?! you lost already! go fail against someone else!” he’d say after almost every match.

you also made it a point to stay in the kitchen after dinner. you noticed a month into your stay that bakugou ate dinner almost an hour after everyone else. 7:30 sharp. & so you forced your stomach to wait.

“what are you doing here?” bakugou asked as he sauntered into the kitchen. “didn’t you already eat?”

“no, i was too busy studying,” you lied. how else was bakugou going to let you stay?

“what? you’re trying to tell me to study more?! worry about your own damn self. i’m going to get top marks!” bakugou smirked as he swung open the fridge.

“no, i just didn’t have time earlier. so i’m trying to catch up before dinner. i guess i lost track of time.”

“you’re not gonna cook?”

you watched as bakugou set a few ingredients on the counter. he rummaged through the kitchen grabbing pots & forks & plates.

“i don’t really know how to make a whole lot,” you shrugged. “i was just gonna have cereal or a bar or something.”

you walked to the refrigerator. as you were about to open it, bakugou’s arm blocked you.

“excuse me, i’m hungry.”

“you can’t eat that bullshit for dinner. are you crazy?” you eyed him, waiting for the solution to your hunger. “just have what i’m having, baka.”

what? did bakugou — katsuki bakugou — just offer to make you dinner? this was the last thing you expected.

“sit down.”

you watched how easily he tossed & mixed the food. you even noticed how gentle he was while he cooked. his face had softened, and... was he humming?

“what song is that?” you asked.

“i dunno what you’re talking about.”

after a few minutes, bakugou set down two plates on the counter. they were full of delicious looking food. it made your mouth water. the chef stayed opposite of you. and you two began to eat. the dinner was silent, but it was overwhelmingly amazing.

“bakugou?”

his fork stopped halfway on the way up to his mouth.

“can’t you see i’m eating?” he took the bite & continued to ignore you.

“can i ask you something?”

“you just did.”

you huffed. but you weren’t going to give up. you were going to fight through this conversation. you were going to be this man’s friend.

“would you mind helping me study?”

another lie.

you already had a plan set out for your exams. you were actually ahead of your schedule. you just wanted to take some of that stress kiri had mentioned away.

“why would i do that?” bakugou looked at you for the first time since you started eating. maybe it was the lighting but you could’ve sworn his ears turned red.

“c’mon, please~” you gave your best puppy dog eyes. “you already know i’m not going to place above you.”

& that was true. before you even step foot in UA, you heard how smart bakugou was. he wasn’t just brawn. & you were smart, but it was just that he worked double, maybe even triple.

“ugh. fine.” he rolled his eyes & went to place his dishes in the sink. “but no more favors. i’m not sharing my food anymore.”

but that was a lie.

[to be continued...]

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lady-himbo · 3 years

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Roommate Blues

Roommate!Ethan x F!Reader (platonic)

Reader isn’t doing great with COVID, college, and Christmas.

Word count: 1255

Warnings: cursing; hecka stress; mentions of coronavirus and travelling; panic/anxiety attacks; mentions of being nonverbal; mentions of ADHD; mentions of medication, forgetting to take medication, and medication effects

Notes: Despite this being the first written thing I’ve posted on this account, it’s purely self indulgent. It’s based almost entirely on my life situation right now, which is… dope. Also, the gif is mine. Please do not repost without credit.

“Goddamn it!” The sound of the space bar being slapped several times has Spencer lifting his head from his position on the living room couch next to her with a confused little tilt that flops his ears. Any other day, it would’ve been adorable, but she wasn’t having it. “What the motherfuck?!”

Spencer whines, pressing his nose into her wrist, as if telling her to take a deep breath. She almost accepts, but during her inhale, her browser refreshes just as her document loads to save, which crashes her computer.

Her scream of exasperation is so loud it carries into Ethan’s office. He’s blissfully unaware, his headphones snug over his ears as he chatters to himself, streaming a new game. Twitch chat, ever observant, picks it up before he does, and concerned messages start to flood in. He notices after a couple minutes, when chat has sufficiently worked itself up.

“You guys heard a sound? What was it?” He pushes his headphones off just as a muffled “FUUUCK!” comes through the walls.

“What the f- Uh, I’m not sure what that is.” Chat is freaking out, telling him to go check. “It might be my roommate; she’s having some… everything troubles right now. Hang on, guys, I’m gonna make sure everything’s okay.”

He switches to the ChairGameplays screen and actually sprints upstairs. Spencer is at the top of the stairs, his little feet tapping impatiently before he takes off, looking back to make sure Ethan is following him. Spencer leads him to the living room, where his roommate’s laptop is blue screening on the coffee table, a mug is laying on the floor in a puddle, several books and piles of papers are scattered across the room, and a quilted lump is curled up behind the couch. He closes her laptop, picks up the mug, and quickly piles the papers onto the couch, before carefully kneeling down next to the shaking lump.

He taps the floor a couple times to indicate he’s close to her, then gently pulls a little bit of the quilt up. She’s laying on her side with her knees pushed up into her chin, holding her phone close to her chest; he can hear soft music coming from the earbuds she has in.

When she opens a single red, puffy eye, he gives her a soft smile. “Hey bug, what’s the matter?” A moment goes by, and then she pulls herself up, wiping her wet cheeks and pulling out an earbud.

“Everything,” she mutters, and he gives her a sad, knowing smile. She’d visited her family a few weeks prior to keep the peace during the holidays, but given the state of the world, she’d been feeling guilty about it ever since. After she’d gotten back, quarantined, and taken a negative test, her first time actually going around the house without a mask was to take down Christmas decorations, which had put a damper on her already sour mood. Shortly after, she dove headfirst into college (even though the semester hadn’t started yet,) which meant working on a paper she hated, trying to iron out some wrinkles in her schedule through email, and preparing for a class she was TA for.

Between the guilt of travelling to appease her family, the loss of the holiday cheer, and the looming presence of a new semester, she’s so stressed she’s barely functioning. Her glassy look and trembling figure are a sign that function is... minimal. Ethan sighs, pulling the blanket up enough that he can slide in next to her. “Do you want advice, comfort, or both?” he asks softly.

“Both.” She’s almost whispering as she drops her head down onto his shoulder. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. There’s the soft click of nails on the floor, and Spencer nudges his way under the blanket as well.

“What do you want advice about?” He’s done this enough that he knows how to be selective with his advice. He knows she doesn’t want him to solve her problems, but she knows he’ll help if she needs it. It’s a balance.

“College.” He’s glad she’s speaking; it’s much scarier when she’s nonverbal.

“Okay.” He strokes her hair for a moment while he deliberates his words. He wills any ADHD back for just a moment so he can help her. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but you need to take a day off.” She grunts and squirms in protest, but he continues. “You’ve been working really, really hard, and I’m super proud of you, but you need to breathe. You’ve still got a couple weeks until anything starts, and you’re so ahead of schedule. It’s really scary to watch you beat yourself up and you don’t even notice, because you’re so strong but you forget you need breaks.” He gives her a minute to process. “You take your meds?”

She shakes her head ‘no’, and he tries to contain his disappointed sigh. “You forget or not want to?”

“Forgot.”

“That’s what your meds are for, goofus!” This makes her laugh, which makes him smile and Spencer’s tail wag softly. She’ll be okay. “Here’s the plan. You go take your meds, and you’re taking a break. It’ll just be for the rest of today, if you want. That’s the minimum. Today.” He can feel her nod hesitantly. “We can make some food and watch a movie, go for a drive, take a nap, you can come stream with me, or-”

She goes stiff. “Wait, were you streaming?” He hums in confirmation. “Oh, did you leave chat? I’m sorry, go back to streaming, I don’t wa-”

He shushes her and tightens his grip on her shoulders. “Chat told me to come check on you. Even if they hadn’t, I would’ve still done it. You’re my friend, bubs, and I gotta look out for you.”

She turns and tightly wraps her arms around him. “Thanks, Eef.” She pauses, before huffing out a small laugh. “You sap.”

He gasps, feigning hurt. “Names? How dare?! I’ll tell chat on you! Well, if you want. I don‘t want to make you uncomfy or anything.”

The glimmer returns to her eyes. “Only if I get to sit with Spencer and watch the aftermath.” She holds up a pinky.

He takes it, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance. As if he could ever be annoyed by a pinky promise. “Deal.”

After grabbing food (and medication) from the kitchen, they parade back down to Ethan’s office. She makes a cozy nest of blankets next to Spencer on the couch, who snuffles happily at the presence of his human housemate.

“I’m back!” Ethan sings excitedly to chat. “And we’re all okay! College was being stinky. … Why are you guys talking about toothpaste brands? Actually, I’ll leave that to you.” He waits a few seconds for replies to roll in. “Yes, yes, she’s fine now! Just a little overwhelmed. … ‘What happened?’ For those of you who just joined or joined while I was gone, my friend and roommate, friend-slash-roommate... froommate!” He giggles at the new word. “Froommate was having a bad day upstairs and I went to go check on her! She had the roommate blues… froommate blues! She okey now.” She gives a thumbs up from her spot on the couch, which Ethan confirms to chat.

Spencer licks her hand as she pats his soft fur, Ethan relays chat’s messages to her, and, from her spot on the couch, she feels a little less awful.

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bbyboibinnie · 4 years

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two of us

synopsis: love is hard to come by, especially when the boy you’ve been pining over is already taken. pairing: reader x jisung genre: fluff, angst, romance, college au warning: explicit language/cursing wc: 2.8k

one

It was halfway through your senior year in high school when you two had met. This was unexpected to say the least because it was the last semester of your last year; you had no intentions of making any new friends, considering you already had a handful of people you were close with and stuck by for the last three years. It was Chan that introduced you to him. You had known Chan for awhile–he was your lab partner for two consecutive years now–and although you considered him as a friend, you had never actually hung out outside of school before, unless it was for a group project of course. However, one day he had invited you to his birthday celebration and that was the day when you met his other friends, one of them being Jisung.

“Woah, slow down there.” His word caught you by surprise as you were stuffing cupcakes in your mouth. You didn’t really know any of Chan’s friends at the time and socializing with new people didn’t exactly come by easily for you, so you had opted to linger around the snack table instead.

Hastily dusting the crumbs off your face, you introduced yourself, “Oh, hey. My name is y/n.”

“I’m Jisung. I think we have calculus together right?” You looked at him closely; with black hair, deep brown eyes, and round cheeks you couldn’t lie–he was pretty cute, but you shook your head in response as you didn’t recognize him.

“Ya, Jisung! Come help me set up the cake!” Another one of the boys had called out, cutting your conversation with him short.

“Keep an eye out for me in calc.” He said as he was dragged away into the kitchen.

two

Sure enough, he was in the same math class as you. Honestly, besides your best friend in that period, you really didn’t pay attention to the other people. After all, the class was impacted and half of them were underclassmen so why bother remembering all the names and faces?

It was the day after the party and you looked around at everyone in the class; it only took you a moment before you spotted him in a seat two rows over. The lecture hadn’t started yet so he was talking to his friends. You didn’t feel the need to get up to go over and spark a conversation or anything, but when you two made eye contact, you gave him a quick smile before turning back to face the front board.

For a while, you two would occasionally spare glances at each other and wave or smile if you locked eyes, but there was nothing more. It wasn’t until after the latest exam when he approached you again.

“Hey, how’d you think you did?” He asked, waiting as you finished packing up your belongings.

“Could’ve done better. What about you?” You made your way to the door and he followed suit.

“Just hoping for that passing grade. Anyway, Chan and I were going to meet up to grab food after class today, wanna come?” You debated going with them for a second but ended up agreeing anyways.

You didn’t know what to make of Jisung at first, considering you had only exchanged a few words, but after hanging with him, even if it was just for a few hours, you found him to be quite likable.

From then on, he stuck around and you didn’t mind, in fact, perhaps you enjoyed his presence a lot more than you were willing to admit.

three

High school came and went but you were ready to face the new challenges and opportunities that college presented. Most of your other friends had been accepted to places further away, but you had settled for community for the time being. For the most part, you were an independent person; therefore, you tried to not be clingy when your friends left to reach their own goals–you’d see them soon enough again–but you had been worried about starting this whole new chapter of your life alone, luckily for you, someone by the name of Han Jisung had enrolled right alongside you.

As days went by, you two were seen together more and more. Of course he met new people, and so did you, but it was always nice to have someone familiar to go back to and for you, that familiar face was Jisung, and for him, that person was you.

Your majors were completely different and so were your classes, but you still spent time with him studying, ranting about professors, and passing out in each other’s rooms after staying up to finish assignments.

“Hey, Jisung,” you whispered, trying to not startle him awake, “it’s almost midnight. You should probably head back to your place before it gets too late.” He was slumped over your desk, fingers lifelessly placed atop the keyboard of his laptop, already drifting into a deeper state of sleep. “Jisung.” You tried again, only to have him groan in response. Shaking your head, you draped a throw blanket over his figure before returning to your workload.

It had gone on like this for weeks, months, nearly a year. One night he’d sleep over at your place and the next you’d be at his. Both of you had been accustomed to this routine now and you thought nothing of it, however, the more time you spent with him, the more you found things to like about him, and that’s what you were afraid of in the beginning–falling for him.

four

You were never the type to fall head over heels for anyone, all throughout elementary, middle, and high school, you only had occasional crushes but nothing significant. Yet,

there was something about him that you couldn’t shake off. Maybe it was the way he always made stupid jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at, or perhaps it was the way he played his guitar and share the new songs he wrote with you first before anyone else got to hear them. It was the smile that reached his eyes and the way he knew you so well, like the back of his hand. It was everything.

You didn’t expect anything more out of the platonic relationship, but you couldn’t just get rid of the feelings on demand, so you had to let them settle and hope that they’d go away eventually, of course that didn’t work.

five

Just because you saw Jisung differently, didn’t mean he would have the same outlook on you.

“What do you think would make a good first date?” Jisung had asked casually over the counter. You were currently on shift at the local boba shop and Jisung often tagged along; typically he just sat there and did his homework as he waited, but on days where store traffic was low, he would ease your boredom by talking aimlessly. This particular caught you off guard though.

“Um, I’m not sure. Why do you ask?” You said, trying to sound casual, while restocking the ingredients.

“Well, I finally managed to receive a ‘yes’ after I asked someone out earlier today.” He said, smiling to himself in satisfaction. You were shocked, but at the same time, not at all. During the twelve months or so that you’ve known him, relationships weren’t a common topic of discussion. Yes, it did come up a few times but college and just life in general was already too time consuming so you didn’t bother with relationships, and neither did he.

“Wow, I’m impressed Jisung. I didn’t think anyone would fall for a clown like you.” You teased him, hoping your disappointment wasn’t showing. You knew that it was a platonic relationship and had set no expectations, yet you still felt a wave of sadness wash over.

“Oh, haha. Seriously though, I only prepared on how to ask them out, but I didn’t think past that because I wasn’t sure I’d even make it this far.”

“In that case, why don’t you consider what the person likes and try to set up something that you both would enjoy? Personally, I don’t think you could go wrong with arcade, pizza, and boba though. I could even hook you up with a discount on the boba.” You said jokingly in an attempt to lift your mood up.

“What would I do without you? You better keep your word about that discount though. Oh shit, I gotta head back and finish my essay, see ya y/n. Also, text me when you get back to your place!” He shouted the last part as he was in the midst of exiting and the door jingled as it shut behind him.

six

So his date had gone well and now his status went from ‘single’ to ‘taken’ while you were still struggling to manage your unrequited feelings. You had accepted the situation for what it was but that didn’t make it any easier.

Naturally as he began to split his time between his new relationship and you, the time you spent with him dwindled down. Weekly study sessions became bi-weekly, which turned into monthly events. You didn’t hold this against him though, you were glad he found someone to connect with.

“Hey, sorry I’m late… again.” Jisung said sheepishly as he entered your room, with a backpack slung over his shoulders, messy hair, and pink marks peeking out from under his t-shirt. You were flustered at the sight, knowing that he had just come back from being with his significant other, doing who knows what.

“Uh, it’s okay. Just–let’s just get to studying.” You preoccupied yourself with your various notes and textbooks and tried you best not to be distracted. Suddenly, somewhere along the line, tension began to build. Maybe you were just imagining it but something had shifted between you and Jisung these days, and it gave you a sense of hopelessness because there was nothing you could do about it.

seven

More time had passed and your friendship was still afloat, but it definitely wasn’t the same as before. It seems like everything has its peak and you two have surpassed that; what goes up must come down, so it was all downhill from there.

As his relationship became more unstable and doubts, he slowly began to make his way back to you. You should’ve been happy, even elated at this fact, but you weren’t.

“I don’t know what happened. One minute we were fine and the next we were arguing. It’s like I am dating a different person now.” He expressed to you, once again at the boba shop you were still working at. It had actually been awhile since he came.

“Mmhhm.” You nodded wordlessly as you continued to spray down the tables with disinfectants.

“The argument was so petty, I should’ve known better than to engage in it.” The rant continued on and on and you had mindlessly agreed with everything he said, until he noticed you weren’t even paying attention.

“Y/n, are you even listening to me?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, then will you give me your entire life savings?”

“Yes.”

“Y/n!” He shouted, getting up from his seat to stand directly in front of you on the other side of the counter. His loud voice startled you and you looked up, only to face a boy who was seething in anger. “Why are you blatantly ignoring me? I’m trying to rant to you and you’re not even helping.”

That was the last straw.

“Listen, don’t come in here asking me to be your guidance counselor after cancelling our plans on dozens of occasions. Also, how could you really expect me to give you my time when you can’t even spare me a minute on any other day. You’ve been a real jerk lately and you haven’t even noticed it! I can’t believe I ever liked someone like you!” The indirect confession left your mouth before you could stop yourself, and he stood there absolutely dumbfounded.

eight

That night, you immediately wanted to hide in the back of the store and hope whatever happened never happened, but you were tired of miscommunication.

“You like me?” Between the two of you, he was the one who had the courage to break the silence.

“Liked. I liked you. Past tense.”

“Do you still like me? Present tense.”

“No, I don’t–or maybe. I don’t know right now.” You had mentally convinced yourself that you were over him, but trying to admit it out loud proved otherwise.

“Y/n, I–” He started but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Maybe you should just go home now. I need some time to think.” He had hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he respected your wishes.

nine

It had been over a week, nearing two weeks, since you’ve talked to him. You already had so much on your plate with finals coming around and constantly having to work, so this was not something you wanted to deal with now, or ever actually. But closure was necessary, for you and for him, so you decided that once finals were over, you’d set things straight.

Grabbing the phone off your nightstand, scrolled through your contacts to find his name.

(11:57 PM )

[ you ] hey, we should talk after finals r over

You sent the text, hoping he’d want closure as well, but minutes passed there was no response. Just when you were about to sleep, your phone vibrated.

(12:05 AM)

[ jisung ] okay, see u after finals then. gn

ten

You had just gotten out of your last class of the day when he came into view. Frankly, you hadn’t expected to meet up with him until later on in the day, but that was your own mistake for not specifying when or where to meet in the text. Although this had slightly caught you off guard, you couldn’t put this off forever so you made your way towards him.

It was a relatively cold day; he stood there bundled up in his hoodie and a beanie atop which tamed his hair from the strong winds.

“Hey.” You said as you stood face to face with him.

“Hey, it’s been awhile.” He responded, eyes softening when he saw you.

* * *

Together, you ended up walking back to his place to talk. Nothing much was said during the trip back, besides the occasional polite small talk like “how have you been?” and “how were finals?”

When he opened his door, you entered wearily; although you had visited his place numerous times in the past, the last time you actually came by was months ago so it felt odd to be back to place so familiar, yet foreign again.

You were grateful for the fact that it was so warm in his apartment because the weather outside had left your body feeling numb.

“Here, I know you get cold easily.” Jisung handed you an extra sweater he pulled from his closet and you thanked him before sliding it over your shoulders.

The both of you just stood in his living room, no one knew what to say or how to start the conversation, but you were here now so it was time to say everything you’ve felt. With a deep breath, you began.

“I thought I could let go of my feelings for you, but I couldn’t.” You said, focusing on the floor as you couldn’t look him in the eyes. “And I’m sorry if this makes you feel uncomfortable or jeopardizes whatever is left of our friendship, but I can’t keep lying to myself anymore. If you don’t like me, then I’ll have to accept it and move on but I just had to let you kn-”

Your spiel came to an abrupt stop when he drew you into his arms. Not knowing how to react, you were frozen from confusion and shock.

“Y/n, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He held you at arms length and gently titled your chin up so you could meet his gaze. “If I had known you liked me, I would’ve never looked at anyone else.”

His words were forming incoherent sentences in your head. Was this his confession? Did he feel the same way?

He must’ve sensed your puzzlement because he smiled at you and said, “Yes dummy, I like you too.”

Your immediate response was to smile, but then something dawned on you.

“What about your current relationship?”

“I’m no longer in a relationship. We have been broken up for nearly a month now.”

“So what does that mean for us?” You say, almost too optimistically. And his response was to pull you in close, so close to the point where you could feel his breath fanning across your cheeks and your noses were barely touching, before closing the gap between your lips and his.

a/n: honestly, this piece is kind of all over the place since it’s my first one but hopefully more practice will make my writing better! also, this is not proofread so my apologies for any grammatical/punctuation errors.

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Honestly, I cannot say enough about my german study abroad program, in no small part because the people i met through it were the wildest bunch i have ever met. We had:

Me, a cursed American stumbling through increasingly unlikely and unfortunate situations, including:

getting arrested and hauled off in a cop car for the serious crime of not transcribing the five digit number printed on the back of my bus ticket onto the front of my bus ticket

slipping on dog poop on a crowded street while running late for class (leading a number of tourists to run over and photograph me in my undignified heap on the cobblestones) only to suffer one final indignity when i had to leave my poop shoe out in the hall outside the classroom, and subsequently discovered after class that it had been (correctly) identified as garbage by the custodian, and had been disposed of

spending the entire month of November with essentially no money after a bank error caused me to be cut off from my US checking account, thereby forcing me to figure out how to survive by my wits alone in a series of schemes, cons, and 1€ sausages

burning my thumb so badly on an oven in an attempt to make the world’s worst stuffing for the world’s saddest expat thanksgiving that my friends all had an intervention where they gave me a single black glove to wear because it was grossing them all out.

Enough about me. There were also my closest friends:

L , a horrendously wealthy New Englander who would drop lines in her stories like “so we were all smoking opium in my parents library,” and, “so every time my room gets too dirty, i just move to the next one down until the whole wing is filthy.” In spite of everything I’ve just said, she was also a genuinely good and incredibly fearless person who would throw fists without hesitation if she thought anyone was insulting her friends. She had a weird sexual relationship with her obscenely wealthy family friend in Frankfurt, which the rest of us suspected maybe been part of a business deal that their parents arranged at birth. It was better than Game of Thrones, honestly.

Y, a four foot tall Puerto Rican that I met when we were both walking down the street kind of near each other and some wild impulse called me to say to her, without so much as an introduction, “Yeah, you walk pretty cool, but if you wanna walk REAL cool, you gotta do it like thissssss,” while kinda lunging around. Just as inexplicably, she chose to continue talking to me, and several months later the two of us ended up making a harrowing 2:00 am escape from the private bar of a frat house that we had suddenly noticed had an awful lot of Nazi memorabilia on the walls for a frat located in a country that had criminalized the display of Nazi symbols. “Why are you leaving?” The frat-nazis complained as we bolted. “You will come back tomorrow afternoon for the barbecue, ja?” “Ahahhahaha nein fucking way, motherfucker,” Y muttered under her breath as we smiled and nodded politely all the way out the private garden, through the enormous iron gates, and out into the night. Once we were in the clear, we stared at each other, shaken, until Y broke the silence. “Welp. Those guys were Nazis. That actually just happened. I can’t.... man, I dunno, i’m still processing, let’s just go get some fucking falafel.”

We did.

S, the Australian, who one time invited me over to her apartment, opened the fridge, grabbed a plate of cheese, shoved it under my nose while going “HERE SMELL THIS!” and while i lurched away, gagging, cheerfully added “IT’S REALLY FOUL, RIGHT? ONE OF THE WOST THINGS I’VE EVER SMELLED!!” She was also absolutely obsessed with High School Musical, and was very disappointed every time the Americans shattered one of her illusions about the US public school system.

K, the girl from New Zealand, who had broken up with her serious boyfriend shortly before leaving for Germany, causing her to mourn his loss every time she got drunk by describing his penis with increasingly strange metaphors, such as “like a big wax candle but part of it’s gone,” and “like one leg off a spider.”

So, i had a pretty solid crew of five big weirdos. But there were, naturally, more people than the five of us in our program. For example:

R, from Minnesota, who dressed like she was about 72 and glared at anyone who was laughing too loudly near her because “i just don’t think jokes are funny.” More importantly, she would post facebook videos of herself reciting, entirely sincerely and in a steady monotone, the worst fucking poems that I have ever heard. She posted them under a pen name that was along the same lines as “the lyrical falcon.” She was in a feud with not one but two poetry clubs at her christian college, and while she never admitted this, all evidence suggested that it was because they both kicked her out. She was the Tommy Wisseau of poems. They were so bad they looped back around to good. Also, one time on the train she told me that she liked to think that she was a very good kisser because she played the french horn so she had strong mouth muscles. when i finally recovered from the mortal blow that she just delivered my soul, I asked her if she blew into people when she kissed them, and she got so insulted that she blocked me from her facebook poetry page. let me back in, R. please, if you’re reading this, let me back in.

They’re good poems, R.

Zoolander, from Pennsylvania, who was so, so handsome, but so, so, so dumb. One time he told me about this dream he had, and it was just an entire episode of Dexter’s lab. No changes or anything, he just... dreamed that he was watching that episode, and then the whole thing played in his head until it was done. He said it was the best dream he’d ever had. I once watched him pick up the same coin off the street four times because he couldn’t figure out that his pocket had a hole in it. When he noticed me, he said excitedly “Somebody left money everywhere!”

Juan, who constantly confused all the kids from Spain who went up to talk to him in their native tongue, only to discover that he was a very sarcastic man from Liverpool who didn’t speak a word of Spanish and was sick of everyone trying to bond with him. He only liked the Americans, because that’s where the tv show Family Guy was from, and only the Americans liked him, because we tend to like surly british assholes for basically no reason. At the end of the program while we were all saying our goodbyes, he came up to me, looking really upset. “I can’t believe it,” He said, uncharacteristically serious. “I can’t believe it’s all over and i’ll never...” He looked like he was about to cry.

“Oh, dude, we can keep in touch on facebook or something?” I fumbled. He blinked.

“What? No, no, ugh, it’s just the last day of the program and I’ve LOST MY FOOKIN SCARF!” he roared.

God, I know this is weird, but I still really miss that guy.

The Croatian: There was a dude from Croatia in my apartment building who outright refused to tell me his name, because, “It’s an embarrassing word in English. You’d laugh.” I badgered him for five months, until finally, his defenses down, after many earnest promises that no matter what his name was, I would not laugh, he relented.

“My name is Tin.” He said sheepishly.

His name was fucking Tin.

Beardy, Beardo, Redbeard, and Weirdbeard: four drastically different young men from all across our beautiful planet who had one thing in common: thinking that they’d try out a beard while they were abroad. We always admired them from a distance, and compared their beards’ various unique and bad properties, until one day Beardy (who was australian and had developed a sort of flesh colored goatee) walked up to S, his countryman, in a club. “DO YOU WANT TO DANCE?” he yelled, trying to get her attention, but she was in a dance-off with K, and didn’t notice, so he tapped her shoulder. She whirled around, startled, and upon recognizing him, said without thinking, “OH, HI BEARDY!”

The song faded out.

Beardy stared at S.

“...Did you just call me ‘Beardy?’” he asked quietly. S looked like a deer in the headlights. She glanced towards me, hoping for an out, but I, dear reader, was laughing too hard to be of any use.

“You did,” he went on, “you called me ‘Beardy!’ Why!?”

“Cuz of your beard, probably. That’s a better name for you than Josh.” Zoolander interjected from out of nowhere, strolling out of the club, a beautiful woman on each arm.

“My name isn’t Josh...” Beardy tried to call after him.

“Who’s name isn’t Josh? Oh! Beardy!” A drunk K could be heard deducing from the back of the room.

He shaved it a week later, but the damage was done. He was Beardy for the rest of the semester.

When I look back on that period of my life now, I can’t help but reflect - with the clarity one only gets from experience - that my time in Germany was not as weird as I thought it was at the time. I lacked the perspective to see that it was all, actually, absolutely bonkers batshit nuts. It was some sitcom shit.

All in all, I highly recommend it.

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it’s fizz, with another fic, another au. idea lowkey stolen from the lovely @vioislit, but she has input don’t worry :)

anyhow

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“super” broke

words: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, pain description, passing out...yes that’s all

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Jack

Jack didn’t actually like being late.

Crew was supposed to be at tech way before the actors, and yet here Jack was, earning a disappointed glare from his stage manager. Especially as her ASM, assistant stage manager, he should be ten minutes earlier.

Another thing Jack didn’t like- or understand, really: why was he, a design major, assigned to assistant manage again? He could’ve helped design this whole set instead of attending rehearsals and taking notes and all the damn reading he had to do and the organizing and piles of paperwork… Well. Maybe he was assigned this to reorganize himself, actually. God knew he’d been wildly caught up in...himself.

Jack had reason, of course. It wasn’t some self-absorbed thing (for once, Spot would say). He was genuinely busy outside of Shakespeare In Love—he had semester courses that were finishing up and finals were damn near literally creeping up his asshole, he swore. He had an entire art project to do that in actuality would have taken him two months...if he didn’t have only two weeks to do it.

Jack groaned inwardly as he set up his laptop backstage, nabbing his printed pre-show list to start checking things off around the area. He was used to burying himself, but lately the soil felt suffocating. The show—which had turned out to be much bigger than anticipated—his classes, upcoming finals, and...y’know.

The whole superpower thing.

Back in September, when Jack was working a play and running the lighting board, he’d been alone on headset and bored. He hadn’t learned much about sound design yet, so of course he was messing around. The spotlights weren’t up on the catwalk yet, their PSM wasn’t anywhere to be seen, and no one’s voice was crackling over the headset. Jack was idly turning dials on the soundboard as a result. Because Jack—and he knew this—was an idiot, he turned one of the many colored dials way up to one side. He’d done it before to a few different dials and nothing had happened, so he figured ...Wrong. He figured really fucking wrong.

A piercing sound struck horizontally in his skull, like it's lightning-bolt points were stabbing through his brain and out of his ears. His hands lost feeling and he tried to cry out, eyes squeezed shut, though he could only emit a small gasp of agony. Honestly, Jack couldn’t feel much of anything with the blinding pain at the forefront of his nerve endings. He knew his knees were to the ground now, he sure as hell wasn’t standing with his legs heavy as lead. It wouldn’t end, it seemed, the pain still as powerful as it was initially. If his hands decided to be useful, they could switch off the dial, or take off his headset, but for now, they were set on feebly attempting to protect himself. For some reason, he’d stuck his hands out and away, like the pain source was right in front of him.

Then, the brain-burning feeling dropped away, and Jack carefully opened his eyes to find a slightly opaque blue forcefield surrounding him like a bubble. He shifted to one side, and the blue moved with him. He sat up, and it adjusted. Jack broke out into an astonished grin. How the fuck had he gotten a forcefield from a sound board? Not like he cared how he got them—all that mattered was that he could make a forcefield with his fucking hands and that was the coolest shit he’d ever seen.

So that was the whole ‘superpowers thing.’

Since that day, Jack had been experimenting with himself, hence why everything else was becoming even more heavy on Jack’s back. He couldn’t help but dedicate real time to figuring out this random new ability. Homework kind of took a backseat to mysterious abilities.

Jack would find himself a private area in between classes—secluded enough not to simply be found but reasonable enough to not look sketchy—and just concentrate. Envision the blue around himself as he held up his hands, eyes scrunched closed. Picture its shade, a stark and royal blue, but still able to see right through it.

“Jack.”

The pulse of something so close to being emitted from his palms.

“Jack.”

Feel the zap of energy between his ears, somewhere deep in his brain-

“Jack FUCKING Kelly! You in there?”

His gaze finally focused back in with a gasp. Someone was whapping his cheek.

Oh, god. Right. Shakespeare. Shit. He was still standing backstage, and was apparently staring at nothing.

“Hi Sarah, um,” Jack chuckled sheepishly to his stage manager. “I, uh...dissociation’s a bitch, huh?”

Sarah Jacobs frowned. “Technically true,” she muttered. “Just get back to it. Actors are called in twenty, so make sure your side’s all set up.”

“Thank you, twenty,” Jack sighed with a smile as her boots padded away. Thank God he was on her good side. Sarah was one of the toughest seniors Jack had ever come across. Her glare could probably cut straight through a freshman’s heart.

Jack had finished setting in only ten minutes, about to decide to help the other ASM when something blinked out above him and a loud “SHIIIIIT, Jesus…” called from the back of the house.

“Oh God, Spot, what happened?” Jack groaned, glancing up towards the lights as he came center stage. A whole line of them had gone out. Shit. “The hell did you do, man?”

“Whatever it is, you’re dealin’ with it!” Spot yelled back. “I’m going over cues in three minutes. You figure it out, Kelly.”

He was on Sarah’s good side. Not Spot’s, despite he and Jack being in the same grade and shared many classes together.

“Fucking….fine.” At least it would give him something to do.

Jack’s investigation led him outside, unfortunately. He shivered against the cold as he checked the power box, only understanding what about half of the switches meant. Conlon never gave him a damn break, did he.

A gust of wind blew through him, making him shake like a damn leaf in addition. Fuck Spot rights, Jack decided spitefully.

“Uh, hello- hi?”

Jack paused, turning around to see leaves swirling in the air still as well as a curly-haired kid staring at him with wide eyes. He looked freaked.

Jack’s lips pursed, hand coming up to gesture.

“Did you…” Jack pointed to the kid, then in the direction the leaves were blowing.

“Yeah,” the kid nodded hesitantly, “I was running-“

“You were running?” Jack scoffed, surprised. “And it created a damn windstorm?”

“Well, yeah, what’s it look like?” The kid shrugged, taking a few steps closer to Jack. “Maybe don’t...tell anyone, okay?”

He looked rather vulnerable, eyes shifting around their surroundings in search of other possible witnesses. A pang of sympathy struck Jack’s heart, he couldn’t help it.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Jack smiled. “I’m Jack. You can trust me, I promise.”

Jack watched the guy breathe out a small sigh. “I’m Anthony,” he smiled slightly, sticking out his hand. “And thanks.”

Jack’s smile grew. “Nah, nah, I get it. Gotta keep your identity secret, and all’a that.” He shook the kid’s hand as Anthony let out a small laugh.

Something white and hot zig-zagged up Jack’s arm at the contact. He felt his whole body nearly vibrate, and then he blacked out. This really wasn’t Jack’s goddamn day. ——————

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Wicked Games (Chapter 20)

“That’s what you get when you let your heart win. I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.” - Paramore

Lauren stomped towards us as soon as we stepped out of her room. I could tell just by her facial expression that she was fuming.

“What the hell happened in there?” she shouted at a volume so loud it felt like her voice was bouncing off the walls.

“Um..” was all I could seem to muster in that moment because I had seen Lauren really angry before, but I don’t think I’d ever seen her this mad at me specifically. Was she really this jealous? Although I was upset with her about kissing Matt and kind of scared of the way she was attacking me, my heart leapt in my chest knowing that she was seemingly feeling jealous and possessive of me.

I hadn’t said anything more so Lauren swung her arms in the air impatiently. Luckily, Keana stepped up for me. “We mostly just talked.”

Lauren’s piercing and accusing gaze shifted to her and immediately quipped back, “mostly?”

Suddenly my courage returned to me, trying to come to the defense of the girl who had just been so kind to me. “Don’t you think you’re being a little hypocritical?” I asked spitefully. Why did she think she could kiss Matt and dangle it right in front of me, but still get mad at me for a potential hook up with Keana that hadn’t even been confirmed for her.

Lauren crossed her arms. “At least I didn’t take him to your room and close the door,” she shot back.

Ok, I have to admit that was in bad taste. I looked down knowing I had done wrong, but still muttered under my breath, “seeing it right in front of you isn’t much better..”

If Lauren heard that she didn’t acknowledge it because she turned with a stone cold look in her eye to Keana, pointing her index finger at her, “And I thought you were supposed to be my friend.”

“I am!” Keana exclaimed defensively. “You’re the one who said Camila was single and that I should hit on her.”

This conversation took a sharp left turn that I wasn’t prepared for. I whipped my head to the side to look at Keana, “what?” I squeaked out. Keana automatically looked back at me apologetically, as though she regretted what she revealed.

I let her words sink in for a second and then slowly turned to look back at Lauren. Her face had grown pale, even paler than usual and her eyes were wide. She looked guilty.

Anger surged inside of me. “You pimped me out to your friend?”

“N-no! I mean.. maybe..” Lauren stuttered.

My heart sank. Everything I feared to be true is true. Lauren doesn’t want to be with me and never has wanted to. That is and always has been a pipe dream. She probably thinks I’m an easy fuck and is just spreading the wealth. I should have believed her when she repeatedly told me she was straight.

I really couldn’t decide what was worse, watching Lauren kiss a guy right in front of me, or the frank truth slapping me right in the face that she really doesn’t like me the way I want her to.

Tonight, the night where I finally accepted that I have feelings for Lauren, is the same damn night where my heart got smashed with the realization that Lauren doesn’t have them for me.

I could see Lauren’s mouth moving, but I wasn’t comprehending anything she was saying. My thoughts were buzzing inside of my head and a ringing in my ears was taking over. It didn’t help when Matt made an appearance, trying to regain Lauren’s attention and asking her to come back to the main room with him. I shook my head, overwhelmed with too many feelings all at once. I was sad, hurt, angry, and confused. I couldn’t be here anymore. I pushed past Lauren and Matt, keeping my head down and making a swift exit through the front door.

At first I drove home feeling depressed and near to tears. I drove in silence, not standing to hear any happy songs or any noise whatsoever. I drove slow unable to stop replaying Lauren kissing Matt over and over again in my head. Eventually my sad driving turned into road rage when a car cut me off. I started speeding and weaving in and out of traffic, trying to get home as soon as possible and get away from everyone and everything. I was pissed off and every little thing made it worse. People driving slow, people riding in the left lane, red lights, even an especially excruciating person who was crossing the street at a snail’s speed. Although I was yelling at strangers in other cars I was actually infuriated with myself for putting myself in that situation in the first place. I knew the end result would be this from the beginning and yet I let myself fall for her anyway.

I parked in my street and rushed to my front door. I stormed up the stairs, only stopping to greet Kaeley’s dog and then locked myself in my room.

I pulled my songwriting book out of its hiding spot in my closet and the first thing I scrawled on the first blank page that I found was “FUCK FEELINGS”. The rest was history as I spent the entirety of the night writing a new song, trying to purge the madness going on inside of me.

I woke up the next day with my head laying on my arm and my guitar next to my knees. A substantial amount of drool was on my upper limb and I grimaced with disgust, immediately rubbing it off with my shirt. I wiped my eyes and stretched my arms, to which I subsequently heard a thudding noise next to my bed. I leaned over and realized I had knocked over my songwriting book. It was only then I remembered I had spent the night putting my feelings on paper. I picked up the booklet and looked over some of the lines I had come up with. It wasn’t completely finished with, but it had definitely come together nicely. At least I thought so.

Rereading the lines caused a pang in my chest, reminding me of my horrible night yesterday. I picked up my guitar and started strumming the few chords I had come up with for the song last night. I let myself very quietly start singing the lyrics and quietly start releasing my emotions.

[“Fuck Feelings” - Olivia O'Brien] “I don’t wanna fall for you now..

But it already happened don’t know how

Now I gotta ghost on you cause I can’t get too close to you

And I’m not tryna fall for you now

I know if they left us all alone

I’d be losin all my self control

Now I gotta run away before I say what you won’t say

Cause I can’t handle you and me alone”

I paused for a moment, reading through the chords and lyrics for the chorus. The chorus was the first part of the song I wrote last night when I was feeling most especially pissed off. I didn’t normally write my songs with such explicit language but sometimes curse words are the only way to really express just how emotional you are.

I adjusted my fingers on the fretboard of the guitar and quickly went into the chorus.

“Fuck Feelings

I swear that shit ruins my life

All they ever do is just waste my time

Fuck feelings

Swear that shit ruin my life

No, they never do me right

Fuck feeling how I do when I’m feeling it for you

Fuck feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings

Fuck what I’m feeling.”

I stopped playing my guitar and just closed my eyes, going acapella into the next lines, which were my favorite of the song so far.

“I can’t help myself when you’re around

Baby, I’m just tryna figure you out

I don’t wanna watch you turn me down

So I’m just gonna turn back and go now, go now.”

I sang the chorus one more time and felt like the transition from the verse was pretty awkward. I would have to make a bridge at some point, but I did not have the energy for that right now. The song definitely still needed some polishing and the transitions were off, but I could certainly see its potential. It sure as shit was conveying my emotions and that’s all I really wanted to do with songs that I write.

I sighed and sat in silence for a few moments. I woke up with a feeling today that could only be described as expected despair. I was depressed, but not shocked to be feeling that way. It wasn’t an emotional state that I was unfamiliar with so it didn’t affect me completely. It wasn’t debilitating, but I felt heavy.

I picked up my phone off the nightstand and checked it for the first time since waking up. It was 11 AM. I had a message from Keana with an apology. We had exchanged numbers last night while in Lauren’s room. I also had a few messages from Emma, but that made my stomach turn with confliction, so I decided to save them for later when I was more mentally stable. I had no messages from Lauren. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement, but I certainly was not surprised.

I messaged Keana back letting her know it was not her I was upset with and then I checked my emails. To my delight, my Neuroanatomy class was cancelled today. It was like my professor knew I had just had the shittiest night. The next email I saw made me freeze.

It was from USC. They have one of the top physical therapy programs in the country, if not the best. Their school was the one I had been most interested in since I started college. I applied to their doctorate program over the summer and have yet to hear anything back.. until today. Apprehensively I opened the email and scanned the first couple of lines.

I jumped up with excitement. They wanted an interview with me! I made it to the interview phase. This was huge. If you made it to the interview, you were pretty much guaranteed a spot as long as you showed up and didn’t say anything crazy.

This was exactly the boost I needed for the day. I called up my mom and excitedly told her the news. Joy went through my whole body as she expressed how proud of me she was and encouraged me to keep working hard.

Suddenly I had loads of energy. Wallowing in sorrow the rest of the morning no longer seemed appealing to me. I had another two hours until basketball practice so I decided I should get there early and put up some extra shots. After all, our last game of the semester before finals week, which also happens to be against our rival school Bearmount College, was in two days so I definitely wanted to be prepared.

My favorite place to be is alone in a gym because it gives me a chance to clear my head, with all my focus on a basketball and a hoop. I could certainly use some head clearing right about now. Although the great news had cheered me up for a moment, the pain of rejection was still heavy in the back of my mind. I knew basketball could be the one thing to distract me.

I quickly put away my guitar and song book and then changed into my practice uniform. I marched into the kitchen next, picking out a piece of bread and slathering peanut butter on top. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, held the peanut butter bread with my mouth and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before making my way out to my car.

After getting my shoes and a ball from the locker room, I arrived at the gym and sighed with relief when I found it to be completely empty. The smell of wood hit my nose and I instantly relaxed. This was my happy place.

I stretched minimally and then placed my headphones into my ears. I drowned out everything that had happened last night. I entered my own little world where the only thing that matters to me is this basketball in my hand.

I fell into an easy rhythm very quickly and my brain shut off. My muscle memory kicked in and I was completely locked in on this sport.

Maybe twenty minutes went by when I started to get an uneasy feeling like someone was watching me. I turned to find Lauren standing just beyond the sideline watching me. ‘Of course’ I internally griped.

Her hair was up in a bun and she was already in her practice uniform. Not a speck of makeup was on her and she looked the complete opposite of how she looked last night, and yet, she still looked like a goddess to me.

I was dribbling and once I saw her, I cringingly dribbled the ball off my foot. Immediately she started chuckling at me, which automatically infuriated me.

The ball rolled towards her and she picked it up and started tossing it back and forth in her hands. “I hope you don’t do that in the next game,” she joked.

I wasn’t in the mood for jokes today, especially ones at my expense, so I only stared at the floor blankly and shrugged. I ran my hand across my forehead which was glazed with sweat and did my best to avoid looking at her.

She just kept talking and wouldn’t leave. She was acting as though the events that took place last night never happened. I wasn’t having a difficult time tuning her out, but the anger inside of me was bubbling quickly.

Basketball had always been the one thing that was mine. The one thing that could be my safe haven away from the rest of my problems.. but now.. basketball involved her. I could no longer use basketball as a place to escape, because of her. I had no freedom from her. I could not escape her. It all came to a boiling point.

“Can you just leave me alone!” I burst out, my patience reaching empty. Her mouth popped open in shock at my emotional eruption.

“I don’t mean to be mean,” I said quickly. “I just need to clear my head, and the only way I can do that is if I’m alone, with a basketball in my hands and headphones in my ears, with no distractions,” I stated bluntly. My eyes only peeked up at her when I said the word 'distractions’ to emphasize that I meant her.

Unfortunately that got me in trouble because I met her gaze when I did that. I can never look away when that happens. Those frustratingly enticing eyes stared at me for a moment, recognition finally flashing across them before her facial features softened. “I understand,” she said. She bounce-passed the ball back to me, turned, and walked out of the gym without another word.

I shot a two foot jumpshot infront of the basket and sighed as the ball swished through the net, feeling like a genuine asshole. I reached into my pocket and started my music back up. After a couple more minutes of shooting around, doing dribble moves and shots that felt natural, all while imagining in-game situations, my head finally stabilized. In doing so, I quieted the thoughts of her and numbed the feelings that came along with them.

Eventually I decided to take a break and rest up a little before practice started. I went back to the locker room to get a snack out of my bag. Since practice was about to start in twenty minutes, most of the team was in the locker room chatting. I waved at a few of them as I entered. I still had my headphones in so I couldn’t hear anything, but most of my teammates were suspiciously surrounding Lauren and talking very animatedly.

I took a seat at my locker, looking through my bag for my banana chips. I sighed, curious to hear what was going on, and removed my headphones.

“Lo, how did you get him? I’ve been hitting on him all year!” Kyla was the first voice I heard.

“Maybe cause you’re a freshman Kyla,” Lauren swiftly responded with a light laugh.

“That instagram post was so cute!” Ally squealed.

My heart sank. What instagram post? Against my better judgment I pulled out my phone and went to the app, regretting it before I’d even seen it.

Lauren posted a picture with Missy and then one with Matt. His arm was around her waist and they were both grinning from ear to ear. They looked like a perfect couple. It made me sick to my stomach.

The caption, however, made me want to hurdle my phone at the wall. “Happy birthday Missy! It felt like my birthday too with this guy around.”

I could feel the hot tears forming in my eyes. It took one night with him for her to start posting cute pictures with him to broadcast to all of her friends and family. For some reason, this felt like an even harder slap to the face that she does not and never has felt romantic feelings for me than last night did. I thought I was special to her, but I’m not. It is so clear that I am not.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to punch the wall. I could do none of those things without causing a scene and freaking my whole team out. I could feel my face getting hot so I knew I needed to get out of there as soon as possible to avoid detection. I wouldn’t dare let Lauren know how much this is impacting me.

I took a deep breath and stormed to the bathroom, where I pathetically and silently cried for a few minutes. She finally did it, she finally got me to cry over her. The combination of her abrupt change in her demeanor after last week, what I witnessed last night, and now her clear public display of affection for someone else, sent me over the edge.

I had been so confused by this girl and it had caused so much turmoil within me, but there was nothing to be confused over anymore. She does not care about me in the way I hoped she would and she never will. I have gotten that confirmation multiple times and chosen to forget it. I will never forget that fact again.

Eventually I calmed down. I wiped my face, making sure to remove any evidence of this emotional breakdown, and then ran out to the gym for practice.

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Wattpad: mothertruckin

#UPDATE #series #AU #slash #camren #based on song #angst drama #submission #Wicked Games

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peacefulwriter88 · 7 years

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Space in Between - Part 2

A/N: Remember this old gem? Sorry it’s been a while – because I work for a school district work comes in tides and waves. Things have slowed down a wee bit that I can dedicate my luv to this sweet little space nerd. Also I might post part 3 after the 2:00 NFL games....

Warnings: None yet :)

Tag List: @sleepretreat @lancetucker @xxhuffelpuff-girlxx

Day 1

It was wearing on him. He looked down at the neat, signed papers resting on his desk, looked at the perfect penmanship of his wife – correction his ex-wife – signature and re-read the words staring up at him from the page.

He didn’t know how it had ended like this.

He had wanted to make her happy, make his son proud. But she couldn’t handle his obsession of space, still constantly needed to unveil all of its mysteries with their family. Didn’t want to deal with the disappointment anymore. Even after she moved back North, he had followed her. Tried to work their marriage life. Tried to lead a normal life.

But it hadn’t worked. He had found the whole situation dull and she knew it. It wasn’t like him. He wanted to continue to push the continuum, not settle down and read about it.

So, a year and a half ago they separated. Three months later, he was delivered divorce papers.

He tried therapy. Tried reconnecting with her. But her mind was made – divorce. Not only was the process shamefully painful, but it was also a prolonged son of a bitch.

These were the last papers after the meetings with lawyers, after hundreds of emails and even more calls. After strained smiles and moving out. After rebuilding his life alone. He had his son, of course, but only twice a weekend and one Wednesday. Elijah was still only two, still too young to understand the consequences of their decisions and he wanted to maintain some normalcy around that.

He looks back down at the papers, sighing deeply before picking up his pen and signing his name on the crisp line. He pushed the paper back into the envelope before licking it closed, the dark letters of the law firm peering back at him.

The past three years of his life was disappearing in the form of ink and paper.

Life was a son of a bitch.

Day 7

It was only a week, but as he sat in his apartment, a cold beer in his hands as he looked down at the book in his hands he knew there was a problem.

Beth didn’t have a problem bouncing back. According to Alex and his fiancé, she was doing just fine. Barely made eye contact with him when he picked Elijah up, barely acknowledged him when he dropped Elijah off. Her hair was different. Cut short, framing the fine features of her face. She had color back in her cheeks and smiled more.

She was probably seeing someone.

That was what had caused this distraction. He wanted to move on and couldn’t.

Day 17

Autumn was coming. You could smell it in the air, feel it when you walked from building to building on the large campus. His senses were coming back again. Food wasn’t bland anymore. Was chilled when the east coast air flew in. His brain started applying things he saw in real life to how they could function in space. He laughed at dumb jokes Alex, or Mark or Rick called.

He was starting to feel like him.

Day 25

It was too soon. It was a month into the semester, a month into his inherited role as professor of Environmental Sciences. He had adjusted to his role on campus – half professor, half infamous astronaut that had been one of the few who had gone to Mars. He shielded away from his celebratory status, trying to deny talking at any events or going to any special dinners. Trying to keep to himself as he tried to figure out what the hell he wanted to do next.

And then you had happened.

It had been in late September, a few weeks before homecoming. He hadn’t forgotten about you, hadn’t forgotten about the way you had shed light to his celebrity.

But now you were different.

You were attentive. You came to class over-prepared, your laptop at the ready as your eyes followed him throughout the classroom. You pushed back on theories that he synopsized about, providing new solutions. You questioned everything, wanted to know everything.

At first, he had thought it was a child’s crush. A lot of the women (and men) had made it obvious they were attracted to him. Alex even teased you about it, also working on campus on a few science projects.

“Every woman on this campus, student and faculty alike, are curious about Dr. Chris Beck.” He would coo, resulting in a soft punch or a chuckle.

It was flattering but it was the last thing on his mind.

Until there was you.

You weren’t asking dumb questions, like everyone else would after class. You would dig to the root, genuinely curious as you shuffled through your piles of paper, presenting them to him as he tried to pack up. When you showed up to his office hours, it was with articles on articles that ran parallel to lessons he was teaching in application to what it would look like in space.

And that was what drew him in.

You were just as obsessed about it as him. You would bite your bottom lip as you shuffled through papers, looking at your laptop trying to spot differences as your free hand would write out equations. Your eyes would furrow together, your hair falling in your face as you absently pushed it aside. The way your face would light up, jumping in enthusiasm as you would point out something to him.

It had him excited. Had his blood pumping to do just as much research – wanted to gauge your response when he brought up something new to you.

Had him looking forward to class. And he knew that was a problem.

Perhaps he needed a hobby. Or get laid.

He probably just needed to get laid.

Day 31

You were wearing mustard. It was a color he didn’t have any opinion on before until he saw it on you. Mustard patterned dress that accentuated your breast and stopped a little above your knees. Intricate designed tights that stuck to your skin like it was a part of them. High brown boots that moved past your calf. Your hair was thrown up in a bun as you laughed alongside the two friends you always came to class with, finding your seat as he brushed through the pages.

He cursed himself again.

Freshly divorced and barely halfway through his first month teaching and he was in full heat over you – a student.

He had tried dating. Tried to have casual sex. It was useless because he already knew that he belonged to you.

“Who’s the girl?” Alex had asked, bringing a beer to his lips as Rick quirked up an eyebrow.

“Girl? There’s a girl in newly single Beck’s life?”

Rick had flown in the night before and they had decided to quickly catch up for dinner after work. He had rolled his eyes, falling back in his seat as he shook his head.

“There is no girl. I have no idea what Alex is referring to.”

Rick, always happy to instigate, turns back to Alex who’s shaking his head chuckling.

“You’re full of shit and you know it. Lisa’s been trying to set this guy up with everyone she knows. Every woman so far, who have literally thrown themselves at his feet, haven’t been called back for a second date. Haven’t been invited to his home. So either Beth made you a eunuch or there’s someone else preoccupying your mind”

He had tried to brush it aside, taking a swing of his drink as Rick exclaims,

“You have females throwing themselves at you, newly free and ready to party and you’ve been throwing that away.”

“Listen,” he finally says, their eyes watching him carefully. “I’m not trying to jump back into another relationship. Not trying to just mess around with a woman. Did that enough in my twenties.”

“Now you’re in your mid-thirties and got all the time in the world.” Rick continues and he scoffs.

“I’m just trying to enjoy being with me.”

They had watched him, rolling their eyes before jumping into another conversation. He was grateful, grateful for the distraction as he tried to remind himself of the same thing.

But now you were in his classroom, wearing that damn dress that hit your curves just right, and he was stuck questioning if he was full of shit. He tried to ignore you as you leaned into your friend Mara, turning his attention to the white board. He only gets through half of what he needs to write before he hears your exclaim,

“What!?”

He turns back to the group, sighing before clearing his throat. Perhaps he could feel you out. Maybe you were also just as into him as he was you. He thinks back to the conversation he had earlier with Alex,

“Listen, I wasn’t trying to call you out in front of Rick last night.”

He had shrugged it off, scrolling through his phone while they waited at the coffee cart and Alex sighed.

“Come on – we’re going to dinner this weekend. Will probably go out dancing after. You should come and have a good time. Lisa has this friend ...”

“No more Lisa dates.” He cuts Alex off and Alex chuckles, slapping him on his back.

“Well you gotta get out since you’re a newly single man. Beth’s dating – don’t see why you don’t.”

They take another step forward and he groans, shaking his head.

“Beth’s been dating for months. Good for her. I’m just not sure I’m ready.”

Alex snorts, shaking his head before pointing to his phone. “Please. Let me guess – you were answering a text from that woman you’ve been talking to.” Chris gives a blank stare as Alex continues, “Listen, I know you haven’t blatantly said it out loud but I know there’s another girl because of the signs. You always bring up this mystery woman that you’ve been meeting for coffee to discuss environmental science theories because that’s a thing. You always are checking your phone to see if she’s sending you messages and when she does, you smile. Don’t play dumb with me Beck, I know a crush when I see one.”

He had tried to mask the smile that was inevitably spreading on his face as Alex finishes,

“Just invite her or whatever. Do it for all of us – her included. Sure she’s tired of you leading her on.”

It couldn’t hurt to see. He did like you. And if you weren’t into him, then he could go back to feeling miserable for himself like had been for the past year and focus on his future.

#chris beck x reader #chris beck #Sebastian Stan

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imaginesofeverykind · 7 years

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Secret Partner || Sam Drake x Reader ||

Characters: Sam Drake x Fem!reader.

Fandom: Uncharted.

Request: Nope (But please by all means request, dont be shy lovelies! <3)

Prompt: After several months out of prison and in his search for clues to Henry Avery’s treasure, Sam Drake bumps into you and decides he could use a partner but keeps it from Rafe.

Tags: @rafeadderall @missdictatorme (let me know if any of you want to be tagged so you get notification of updates!) :D

Word Count: 2,006

A/N: Hey honeys, So i had been thinking on this idea for quite some time so here it is, REQUESTS ARE OPEN, please feel free to send through anything, doesn’t have to be specifically Uncharted, I’ll try and do every fandom I can! xx

This particular day at the library was a quiet one, on a typical day there would be rushes of people in and out to study, read or just to get work done for jobs. During these quieter days, the library was occupied by mainly programmers and developers wanting peace and quiet away from distraction. With the exception of few others there was Y/N, peering up at the shelves trying to find just the right book to help her.

She was trying to wrap up a case study for her final assessment for the semester before break. This final assessment was for her anthropology class, and the subject of the case study centred around mid seventeenth century to eighteenth century’s pirate movement.

Finally grabbing the book she was looking for from the shelves, it detailed specifics of the worlds most Infamous pirates and their contribution to the european society back in those times. Blackbeard a well known name even to this day, along with extensive chapters detailing Captain Henry Avery’s plunder of Gunsway and included a brief ‘not-so-accurate’ account of the Pirate Haven known as Libertalia/Libertatia.

Y/N wasn’t the only person looking for that specific book either, another person, Sam Drake, ‘fresh’ out of prison was too looking for that book. But that was only to help him gather clues as to where Henry Avery had hidden his treasure. He paced down isle’s, hastily glancing at book titles whilst passing them, he was sure he was in the right section. In fact, he was positive the book was there.

By now Y/N of course had taken a seat at a nearby table, her laptop opened and she took down notes. If she had of known someone else wanted to read the book as well then she would’ve quite generously handed it to them, despite the deadline of this case study creeping up on her. She sighed tiredly and jotted down more notes.

Sam had now stopped at the row of books Y/N was just at before, he searched frantically and resisted the urge to curse once he couldn’t find the title. He tapped his foot on the floor and ran his hands through his hair, I’m an Avery Expert, I don’t need that book. The thought repeated like a mantra in his head, only it had been cut off by his phone vibrating in his back pocket.

“Any Luck?” Rafe, the guy that got Sam stuck in prison in the first place, but at least Rafe bailed him out... even it had been thirteen years. Sam sighed and continued to slick back his hair due to stress, “No, I mean it’s gotta be here. I saw it yesterday and what would any of these materialistic new age idiots want with a pirate book-.” Sam cut himself off, his eyes trailed over to where Y/N sat and he instantly recognised the book she was reading from.

“-I found it.” Sam said after a moments of silence, Rafe sighed in relief rolling his eyes at the older Drake’s slight incompetence to find a single book. “Good. Get that damn thing and get your ass back to the cathedral, we’ve wasted enough time already.”

“I mean I found it, but someone’s reading it - I can’t just take it off her.” Sure Sam was as desperate as Rafe was to get to Henry Avery’s treasure but that didn’t mean he was going to be a dick about it. “Get the goddamn book Sam.” Rafe ordered and hung up, leaving Sam to silently battle with himself. He finally picked his feet up and made his way over to her. “Excuse me-.” He uttered quietly, not wanting to disturb the others.

Y/N looked up at the sudden interaction, she hadn’t even realised that there was someone in front of her. Suddenly seeing her eyes, getting the book from her was harder than he anticipated. He wasn’t sure if it was that fact that the only female interaction he had was with Nadine Ross, Rafe’s other partner or if he genuinely found it attractive to see a female reading from a pirate book. “Yes?” She asked after he stared blankly at her for several moments.

He was far too old to be a student she knew that was for sure, and she wanted to know why exactly he had come up to her in the first place. Perhaps he’s lost. The thought crossed her mind, he certainly didn’t sound local, and for that fact neither was she. “I - uh... noticed you what your reading there-.” he pointed to the book, the page was open on Anne Bonney, an infamous female pirate of that particular century.

She looked down at it and then back up at Sam, unsure where exactly the conversation was heading. “Oh... I’m going to take a wild guess and say you are a pirate enthusiast.” The words formed perfectly from her mouth into a quip, to accompany her words one of her eyebrows had raised up and the corners of her mouth upturned into a slight smirk. Sam chuckled, scratching the back of his head completely amazed by her and in only just a short amount of minutes.

“Uh, I guess you could say that. What is that?...research?” He gestured to her notes structured with sloppy dot points. She didn’t mind that he came over to talk to her, she was often always kind or at least tried to be if she was in the right mood but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t intrigued by him. In her class she was the only one who decided to study Piratical Society, not a single person she knew showed any pit of interest except this stranger.

Nodding she set down her pen, not particularly bothered by the deadline looming over her head. “Yeah, I study Human Relations and this is my case study for Anthropology... did you want to read the book - because I’m just about finished with it if you want it, I’m sorry I didn’t realise you were after it.” She began to shuffle around her papers but the book was long gone from Sam’s mind, he was rather interested in Y/N.

A young woman like herself studying things of the likes of Henry Avery and Blackbeard, he’d never dream of something like that before. Well he’d never dream he’d meet a woman who was interested in that sort of historic time period. He sat himself down, placing himself on the corner of the table, “No no, keep doing what your doing sweetheart.. The Name’s Sam, if you like I can help you out.”

He outstretched his hand for her to take and she did kindly, she was taken aback by his kind words but politely declined, “I’m Y/N, and thank you but I’ve got just about everything I need.” Sam was disappointed to say the least, Y/N had a certain aura to her that instantly drew him in, like flies to a fly trap. He pondered for a second before blurting the question out unintentionally, “Do you know much about Henry Avery?” He squirmed in his seat and eyed her carefully, cursing himself for not having a better filter between his mouth and his brain.

She chuckled at the question, “Of course. He pulled off the biggest heist in his time during the seventeenth century. He’s one of the few pirates who hadn’t lost his treasure in battle or lost it after being arrested-.” she continued on, informing Sam of information he already knew but he just loved hearing it come out of her mouth. He wouldn’t even deny that he was attracted to her, but he used an immense amount of willpower to prevent himself from doing anything he’d regret, given that she was barely pushing over thirty years old. And for all he knew she was married or had a boyfriend or partner. She didn’t, however.

“And what do you think about the treasure, you think its still out there?” Sam questioned her after she had finished informing him on Henry Avery. “Of course, Historic accounts don’t mention anything about the treasure being recovered, all thats documented on it is that now its worth an estimated over four hundred million dollars in treasures alone.” She had closed her book up, and shut her laptop fully engaging herself in the conversation with Sam. He chuckled and shook his head, he was taken aback by her knowledge, she definitely didn’t seem the type to enjoy history either. “It’s crazy isn’t it... I’ll let you in on a secret all right...” He trailed off, his voice dialling down to a hushed whisper.

He leaned closely to her, “I’m looking for his treasure, I think it’s somewhere here in Scotland.” She wasn’t gullible but she believed him, there was something about him that she liked, that was trustworthy about him. Simply laughing she sat back in her seat and folded her arms, “then I’d say you’d be looking in the wrong place.” she shut him down, not to purposefully dull his mood but to inform him. “What? Do you think it’s elsewhere.”

“Mhmm. Supposedly it was Avery who founded the pirate utopia, ‘Libertalia’, right?” She wasn’t necessarily asking him for an answer because as he went to answer she continued, “By most historic documents, maps and literature it was most likely located around Madagascar, and I think that’s where he hid it.”

Sam was in utter amazement by her, the way she carried herself as she spoke so clear and concise, he seemed so entranced he didn’t even bother answering his phone as he felt it vibrate in his back pocket. “There’s one problem with that theory, Y/N... Libertalia doesn’t exist. There isn’t a single document that’s the same in description about it.”

“You might be right but the location is always the same, Madagascar, you’re wasting your time if you stay here looking for it.” Y/N had began to pack up her things when Sam offered to help, she once again declined his offer but was flattered he was being a gentlemen. He stood up and looked down at her, searching her eyes for that spark, that need for adventure. Sure enough, there it was, adventure tingling in her eyes.

“You know... I’ve been looking for this treasure for a while now actually... maybe it’s time i get myself a partner - Look I know it’s a pretty big thing to ask of someone but you seem to know a lot of things, and I would never ask just anyone... but you Y/N, you’re really something else.” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “Y-you want me... to go with you... and find Henry Avery’s lost treasure?” She repeated slowly back to him, it was starting to turn out to be such a strange day for her.

“Sure, why not? I mean i’ve been doing this whole treasure hunting business on my own for a while now.. it gets a bit lonely and I could use the company.” Sure he was with-holding the truth from her slightly, but he knew that if Rafe found out he was trying to partner up with another person behind his back it would be bad news. Y/N had considered it, it was definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity given that not a single Archaeologist of this century had found anything detailing the whereabouts of the lost treasure.

“Well it’ll definitely be interesting.” She chuckled and nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Wait really?” Sam quizzed, amazed that she was so quick to jump on board and trust him only after just a few hours together in the library talking about pirates, bounty’s and treasure. “Of course.” She smiled and he held out his hand once more for her to shake, which she did and he nodded at her, “well it’ll be a pleasure working with you.”

“Same to you, partner.”

#uncharted 4 #sam drake #U4 #imagines #request #one shots #a theif's end #troy baker

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rhainontheshelves · 7 years

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Musical Theatre!Rocky

A/N: Please forgive me please!! You have a long-ass bullet scenario ahead of you if you choose to proceed because yo girl doesn't know how to condense rip This is dedicated to an awesome friend, @sanhatation! The feelings might be long past but I promised to write this for you. A short part 2 will be coming to describe the life under the stage lights. Happy Reading! - Rhin

Rocky originally wanted to go to school for dance

Why wouldn't he? He knows he's stellar

But, he also wanted to sing

Unfortunately, it wouldn't be possible for him to get a minor in vocal

Dance takes a lot of effort and practice hours

So he worried and thought about it a lot over his senior year of high school

One day, Sanha approached him with a poster

It was advertising auditions for the school spring play

Immediately, Rocky was interested; acting had always piqued his curiosity but he had never gotten a chance to try it

He accepted the offer

Cue many practice meets with Sanha (who was auditioning as well) to memorize the monologue required

He memorized it quickly, just like any step or note

Pretty soon he made it his own, reciting with sincerity and little hand motions

At one point Sanha wondered if it was even worth it to audition anymore because Rocky was killing it

Come audition day

The director and the people helping him judge were very impressed with this young man they only saw passing the theater to go to the practice rooms

By the end Rocky was virtually guaranteed a spot in the production

He walked out of there the proudest boy alive but also as the most internally dying and relieved it was over with

Because he will never admit it but the audition really stressed him out and he worried over miniscule details

About three days later the director approached Rocky

He wanted to talk about the role he was thinking of assigning to the boy

It was an important part, however it wasn't the lead

"It's your first time." Was the director's reason

This disappointed Rocky a bit but the director had come with a plan in mind

Rocky would also be assigned as the understudy for the lead

The director had some suspicions about the boy casted as the lead's loyalty to the show, so if he did leave Rocky would get the role he really deserved

This pleased both parties and the next day the cast list was posted

A month later, practices were in full swing after school

Rocky was well on his way to getting his part down word-perfect and memorizing the lead's lines

He liked the cast and had made some new friends

The vibe in this group was carefree and fun while still hard-working

That's Rocky in a nutshell so he fit in quite nicely

The only thing that he didn't like was the inactivity

There were plenty of stage directions, sure

places he needed to be and actions that needed to be carried out

but where was the variety?

he thought back to when he was a tot and his grandparents took him to a show

There was dancing and excitement and singing and emotion throughout the whole thing

he wondered what had changed since then

turns out nothing had

he was just in the wrong year

"We switch between musicals and plays every other year," giggled Doyeon, the girl who was casted as the female lead

"You just came a year too late. I'm sure you'll have a chance to do one sometime in the future."

Rocky sure hoped so

First show night couldn't have come fast enough

There were still parts that needed more work, which is normal in any production

But the director felt that this was the most prepared that any of his recent shows had been

certainly not because of how hard some had wanted work to catch up and surpass Rocky

The show went amazingly well but there are always the oopses

aka a couple of props falling apart in the user's hands

Improvisation is a wonderful thing

It seemed like bows came too soon

Rocky stood up at the front of the stage with the rest of the cast, smiling and waving a bit after their final bow

His heart was soaring

The only thing that compared was when he finished performing one of his own choreographed dances and he got a standing ovation

That's when he realized that this was what he wanted to with his life

Fast forward to the last part of 2nd quarter, freshman year of college

He had just finished his homework for a history class and headed down to the theater department to grab audition material for the spring musical

Gotta start early

He gets outside the professor's office and sees someone else is in there

So he hangs around and waits, because he can be patient

He ends up dancing for like ten minutes, waiting, because this meeting is taking a really long time??

The door finally opens and a really happy girl exits

Rocky swears that the hallway gets a bit brighter

She turns around to thank the professor one last time but sees Rocky and almost has a heart attack

She totally didn't notice him there

Now flustered, she rushes away without giving Rocky a chance to see if she was okay

Slightly confused, Rocky just watches her go

The professor is in the exact same boat Rocky is

So they let it go and have a small talk about what the auditions require

For the rest of the quarter Rocky sees the girl in a lot of his classes and comes to the conclusion that she has the same major he does

However, before he gets the chance to approach her Christmas Break rolls around and he's off on the road back home

3 weeks, one memorized song and dance routine later, 2nd semester starts

Musical auditions are at the end of the first week back

and that first week couldn't have seemed slower

Lectures stretched on forever and homework seemed to take twice as long as it usually did

Finally, the last class on Friday was dismissed and Rocky was out of there like lightning

his class ended about halfway through the audition hours r.i.p

He ran as fast as his dancer legs would carry him over to the auditorium

Luckily the line is semi-long so he has time to catch his breath

The line shortens to about half the length it was when another person sprints in

The thudding of tennis shoes makes Rocky look up from the sample script

lo and behold the girl that ran away that one day is bent over a couple of feet away from him

"Are auditions over?" she asks fearfully

"No, I'm the end of the line" he replies

"Okay, good" she comes over to stand next to him in line

Rocky wonders if she recognizes him

she barely got five seconds in before she dashed away so he figures probably not

silence settles

until she curses

"I forgot my music in my room" she hisses to herself, smacking her head

Rocky's mouth runs before she can

"You can borrow mine, I have it memorized anyway"

she stares at him in surprise

"Really?"

"Yeah, here"

"Thank you so much!" Her gloomy mood brightens and Rocky's world does too

"No problem"

By this time the next person is called, and Rocky is torn away from a perfect opportunity to talk to her.... again

The audition goes by fast as always

Rocky stays for the girl's audition

Now or never am i right

She does a great job

Dancing needs a bit of work but that comes with practice

He's still standing in the doorway when she comes up the aisle

she gives him a "why are you still here" look but quickly replaces it with a smile

"You did awesome!" she compliments

"Same to you," Rocky nods

"Nah, I was just average... Thanks again for letting me use your music, uh... what's your name?"

"Minhyuk, but you can call me Rocky if you want to."

Cue the Zelda "object acquired" music because a new friend has just been made: (Y/N)

Rocky walked (Y/N) back to her dorm and got to know her a bit

She indeed has the same major as him

Her dream was to be on Broadway someday

but she's going through a slump rn so things aren't going so hot

Rocky understands; that happened with him and dancing around 7th grade

He promises himself that he'll check up on her and make sure everything's going okay

so he acquires her number before she takes the stairs up to her floor

and proceeds to do just that over the rest of the semester

checking up becomes full-blown conversations complete with memes

and they became best friends

they both got into the production that year

which made them even closer ofc

Summer Break rolls around and (Y/N) and Rocky swear to not let distance separate them

it doesn't

and this friendship continues until Junior year....

when (Y/N) drops out

her parents can't continue to support her financially and she doesn't have enough to support herself

Rocky, of course, is devastated

Where will (Y/N) go? Will she be safe? What about her dream??

He dies inside while helping her move her stuff out of the dorms and into her car

He goes back to cry in his room when her car is finally out of sight

The rest of the day is spent reflecting on every single memory

especially the one where she finally remembered that he scared her that one day Freshman year

"That was yOU??????"

and Rocky realizes that his world is no longer as bright

they continue to message each other

but it teeters out after a few months bc (Y/N)'s working two jobs to pay off her debt

soon Rocky has lost all contact with his former best friend, although he never forgets her

Fast forward a few more years

Now Rocky's graduated with a Bachelors' in the Performing Arts

He just auditioned for a role in Newsies

It fits his skill set perfectly

Acrobatics?? Yas

He's feeling pretty confident until he steps out of the building and someone runs smack-dab into him

He's dazed for a bit but when he asks the person if they're okay, his brain goes on over drive

(Y/N)'s there staring back at him in shock, an audition packet in hand

Rocky grins and immediately encases (Y/N) in a hug, questions falling out of his mouth at a million miles an hour

All (Y/N) does is hug him back at first, but Rocky notices her hesitation so he lets go

"I'm so sorry, it's just been a long time and I've been worried? How are you?"

(Y/N) finally smiles and replies, "I'm just fine now."

the two catch up while (Y/N) waits in line for the female auditions

(Y/N) was on vacation and she overheard someone mention auditions

she had never forgotten her dream

and a small little voice told her that something good would happen there

now she knew what the good thing was

*nervous and awkward blushing from both parties*

(Y/N) was called in before she could say anything else, so Rocky waited for her outside

fifteen minutes later she comes out smiling

She has a really good feeling about it

About three hours later

(Y/ N) has to go back to her hotel so she can pack and catch her flight

Rocky is determined to never lose (Y/ N) again

Bc he realized over lunch with her that his world was bright again and he never wants that to end

So he walks her to the airport, insisting that he see her off

(Y/ N) pretends to mind, but she really doesn't

She really missed Rocky the second she got into her car Junior year

The exchange of cell phone numbers happens once again at the terminal

It takes Rocky a couple of minutes more to enter his new number into (Y/N)'s phone

When (Y/N) looks at his contact, she blushes

it reads: Minhyukkie 😘

it doesn't seem special, but it is bc Rocky was insistent that only his girlfriend could call him that

(Y/N) makes a mental note to ask him about it the next time she sees him

fast forward one last time to the phone call

(Y/N) and Rocky were both super excited when Rocky picked up his phone

They had just gotten phone calls saying that they had been accepted into the production

Their first reaction was to call each other

In fact Rocky was just about to hit the call button when (Y/ N)'s contact popped up

The first five minutes was just screaming tbh

Eventually proper congratulations were exchanged

But it got lost in all the excitement

They would see each other for the rest of their Newsies career

And that was possibly the best thing ever

#unfortunately this isn't very accurate to real life #I was already too far in when the info was released #Any way I hope you had fun at camp Riley!#remember the anon with a lot of questions?#yeah that was me #Bullet scenario #Rocky scenario #Astro Scenario #almost my brainchild #Rewrite (para)

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The distance between us

Fill for long distance! This one is a little longer because I got caught up. Rating: E Words: 2496 Prompt: Long distance

“Don’t be upset,” Lukas says. His voice is beginning to sound different over the phone, and Philip can hardly focus over how fucking awful he feels. “Philip, baby, I’m sorry but I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“It’s fine,” Philip says, but his own voice betrays him, spelling out all his sadness. His birthdays have always been shit, always until the last few years with Lukas. He’s not the biggest drinker but he was sure Lukas would be back from his goddamn motocross tour for his boyfriend’s 21st birthday. It’s been months, months since he’s seen him, since he’s held him, and Philip misses him more than he can even understand.

It feels cruel, that Lukas won’t be back on Philip’s birthday. Not purposeful on Lukas’s side, but a reminder of how the universe can treat him. A swift slap in the face, a whisper of you can’t be happy all the time.

“Don’t call Helen and Gabe and bitch about me, please,” Lukas says. “It isn’t my fault and it’s just three days late. I’m gonna spoil the shit out of you for two whole weeks.”

“And then you’ll be gone again,” Philip says. He’s laying back in their bed, which has felt extra cold lately with only him to occupy it.

“For another month and that’s it,” Lukas says. “Then we’ll get back to class in the new semester and be back in our routine and everything will be fine.”

“Lukas,” Philip says, his chest going tight. “I don’t want you to think I don’t want you taking these opportunities. I don’t want you thinking you have to go to college just because I’m going to college.”

“Well, I could say the same thing for you taking a break when I took a break—”

“I wanted to,” Philip says, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I’ve been getting a lot more jobs lately, I shot that wedding last week. So it’s fine.”

“So we’re both doing what we want, so it’s okay,” Lukas says.

Philip doesn’t say anything and feels awful, like he just wants to hang up and go to sleep.

“The only thing wrong with this is that you’re not with me right now,” Lukas says. “And I promise, I promise I’m gonna make the birthday thing up to you, Philip. Every single day I’m there is gonna be like your birthday, okay?”

“Mmhm,” Philip hums, propping the phone against his shoulder.

A month later it’s Philip’s birthday. He wakes up to the same lonely apartment, with the same shit air conditioning unit, the same dull music playing through the wall. It’s nine in the morning and he just wants to sleep through the whole goddamn day.

He was hoping for a miracle. To wake up and find Lukas there, sitting and waiting for him. But he’s never been that lucky.

His phone starts ringing on the bedside table and he knows it wouldn’t be Helen and Gabe this early, so he quickly shifts over and picks it up without looking at the name.

“Hello?” he asks.

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Philip, Happy Birthday to you.” He chuckles a little after he’s done signing and Philip loves him so damn much. “Happy Birthday, babe,” Lukas says. “I wish I was there with you.”

Philip can’t help it and smiles up at the ceiling. “I wish you were too. My last couple birthdays I woke up to you already making good on promises from the night before.”

“Mmm, last year was particularly good,” Lukas says, and Philip can remember. Sex with Lukas is always good, but on Philip’s 20th he’d been dead fucking set on making him crazy at seven in the morning. “I keep thinking about the way you arch up into me…” Lukas says, and trails off, humming to himself.

Philip sighs, closing his eyes. He can’t believe how long it’s been. It feels like it’s been a hundred years.

“You okay?” Lukas asks. “You sleep good?”

“Yeah,” Philip says vaguely.

There’s a little bit of silence. “What are you thinking about?” Lukas asks.

Philip clicks his tongue and he can’t help himself. “I miss the way you touch me,” he breathes. He doesn’t know what he’s doing but he feels half dazed, hoping that Lukas is alone.

“Jesus, Philip,” Lukas whispers.

“Are you alone?” Philip asks, already tracking his hand down his stomach.

“Uh…uh, sort of, yeah,” Lukas says.

“Where are you?” Philip says, closing his eyes and trying to picture him.

“Uh, in the bathroom now,” Lukas says.

“Anyone else in there?” Philip asks. He feels a little dumb but it’s his fucking birthday and Lukas is his fucking boyfriend. And he’s not here so this is the next best thing.

“Um, one other guy,” Lukas says.

“You embarrassed?” Philip asks, grinning a little bit. “You’re always the one trying to egg this on. You started it this time too!”

“I did, didn’t I?” Lukas asks.

Philip shakes his head. He’s getting distracted by how cute Lukas is and he tries to think what he would want if he was here. “Remember when we tried to be really loud to shut those idiots up next door?”

“Of course I do,” Lukas says. “God, those noises you made. Drove me crazy, babe.”

Philip thumbs at the waistband of his boxers and closes his eyes. “I keep thinking about you on your knees like that,” he breathes. “Just like that.”

“I’d make it real…real good for you,” Lukas says.

Philip shakes his head and keeps picturing him huddling in some bathroom stall with some other motocross dude standing at the sink picking his teeth or something. “This isn’t working,” Philip says. He can’t say he’s mad about it but he’s a little disappointed. He just racks it up with everything else that sucks lately.

“Yes it is!” Lukas nearly yells. “Babe, I’m gonna get you so crazy that the only word you’re gonna remember is my name.”

Philip bites down on his lower lip and thinks they might be able to carry on after all. “And how are you gonna—”

There’s a weird noise on Lukas’s end and it sounds like he’s trying to put his hand over the phone.

“Lukas?” Philip asks.

“Dude, I’m sorry, I gotta go,” Lukas says, and then the line goes dead.

Philip lays there with the phone pressed to his ear, hearing Dude echoing in his head. Lukas had latched onto babe a couple years back and hasn’t used anything resembling dude for Philip since. Philip sighs, tossing his phone down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. He feels like a fucking idiot and he pretty much hates this day and wants it to be over already. He shifts onto Lukas’s side of the bed and presses his face into the pillow, breathing in.

It hardly even smells like him anymore.

He’s woken up by a knock on the door and he blinks blearily at the clock on the side table. He’d fallen back asleep for four goddamn hours and he curses to himself, grabbing a shirt off the ground and pulling it over his head. He momentarily realizes it’s Lukas’s and sighs to himself as he heads over to the door.

When he opens it there’s a big basket sitting there. There’s a big stuffed monkey inside, holding a heart that says wild about you, two bottles of wine and so much chocolate and cookies that he can hardly fathom it all. He bends down and picks it up, something warm twisting in his stomach. He starts to close the door when he hears a voice calling after him.

“Uh, sir! I need your signature!”

His heart rattles in his chest but it can’t be. He’s officially losing his mind and he’s sure he’s gonna see some old guy when he swings the door back open and he’s already thinking about telling Lukas that he thought the delivery man sounded just like him—

Lukas is there. At the door. A duffel bag on his shoulder and a smile on his face, that smile, and Philip drops the gift basket to the ground and nearly topples down after it. He blinks rapidly and sways, and Lukas steps over the threshold and wraps Philip up in his arms, kicking the door shut behind them.

There are tears in Philip’s eyes and he cannot fucking breathe.

“Hey baby,” Lukas says, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head. “You surprised?”

“Uh,” Philip says, reaching up to touch his arms and he can hardly believe he’s real. “Uh, yeah.”

“Good,” Lukas says, rocking them back and forth a little bit. “I was absolutely sure I fucked it up earlier when the flight announcements started going off.”

“I…I didn’t even hear it,” Philip says against his shoulder. “I just—I was too distracted by you calling me dude.” He grips Lukas’s arms and he can’t believe it, he can’t believe it.

“Yeah, I panicked,” Lukas says, leaning back. “You were getting me all turned on and then that shocked the shit out of me and I didn’t want you to hear it and ruin the surprise.”

Philip can’t really think straight and his heart is in his throat and he didn’t actually think this was gonna happen, not really, and he almost feels like he’s hallucinating.

“Come here,” Lukas says, tipping his chin up. He kisses him and Philip feels legitimately dizzy, swaying forward into him and making a little involuntary noise into his mouth. “Happy Birthday, Philip. I love you.”

Philip laughs and suddenly he can’t stop smiling, tugging at the material of Lukas’s shirt at his waist. “I can’t believe you managed this. I really, really can’t believe you kept this secret.”

Lukas pulls back and widens his eyes. “It was so fucking impossible, babe. I talked to Helen and Gabe about it a hundred times when I thought I was gonna spill.”

“Oh my God,” Philip laughs, leaning forward and burying his face in Lukas’s neck. He smells so good, not at all like he’s been on a stuffy airplane for hours. Philip feels high on emotion and he keeps tearing up, laughing again when Lukas wraps his arms tight around him. “I can’t believe this,” Philip whispers, knocked out by it all.

“Did I do good?” Lukas asks, kissing his cheek. “Are you happy?”

“I’m so happy, Lukas,” Philip says, and he can’t take another moment without kissing him so he reaches up, bringing their mouths together. It’s chaste at first but then they clutch at each other, Philip fumbling for the duffel bag and peeling it off Lukas’s shoulder, letting it drop to the ground beside the gift basket.

“There’s a lot of good chocolate in there,” Lukas says, kissing Philip’s jawline. “They had—they had a few different ones and that one was the best. Because of the chocolate and the monkey. Because you drive me wild.”

“I should have known you’d be attached to that basket,” Philip says, shivering a little bit when Lukas shoves his hands under his shirt at the small of his back. “Including two bottles of wine? Terrible thing for one lonely person.”

“Not lonely anymore,” Lukas says, pushing them further into the room. “Right?”

“Right,” Philip says, breathing harsh when Lukas starts sucking at the pulse in his neck.

“Am I a good present?” Lukas whispers against his throat. “You want me?”

“God, I want you,” Philip says. He still can’t believe he’s here, can’t believe this is real. It’s been a hundred years, a thousand, but Lukas is here. Philip can see him, touch him, and he’s here. On his birthday.

Lukas backs him up towards the bed and they both topple down, kissing and kissing and Philip can’t see, can’t think, only moans long and broken when Lukas starts moving down his body and taking off his boxers. “Been thinking about doing this since we talked earlier,” Lukas says, his voice husky and oh my God, Philip can’t breathe.

Lukas wraps his lips around Philip’s cock and the whole world goes white, Lukas’s hands holding Philip’s knees down as he sucks him off.

“Oh God,” Philip groans, reaching down to run his fingers through Lukas’s hair, feeling him hum against him. “God, Lukas, God I missed you.”

Lukas tracks his nails along a scar on the inside of Philip’s leg and Philip arches his neck back, trying to control his breathing. Lukas takes him deeper and Philip sees stars, his breath hitching in his throat. He bites down on his lower lip until he tastes blood. He’s been thinking about this every fucking day and he literally cannot believe it’s actually finally happening.

“Fuck,” Philip gasps. “Lukas, Lukas, Lukas—oh—oh—” and it’s over way too fucking soon, Philip writhing as Lukas works him through it. He breathes hard for a few minutes and then Lukas is beside him, slipping a hand under his shirt and up his chest.

“This is my shirt,” Lukas says.

“Mmhm.” Philip turns towards him, smiling when he sees the look on Lukas’s face.

“How often do you wear my clothes?” Lukas asks, leaning in and kissing the hinge of Philip’s jaw.

“Um…a good amount.” Philip feels drunk on him, the way he makes him feel.

“I like that,” Lukas says. He nuzzles against Philip’s cheek, draping his leg over both of Philip’s. “Jesus, I missed you. This long distance thing is…awful.”

“Almost done, babe,” Philip says, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Maybe…maybe I’ll come with you next time. Cheer you on from the stands.”

Lukas’s face lights up. “Really? Really?”

“Yeah,” Philip says softly.

“I’d…I’d love that,” Lukas says, and he almost looks like he’s blushing.

They go to lunch at this little place Philip has been eyeing for months now, sitting outside under a tree that seems dead set on raining down flower petals on them. They drink wine in the park but stop before they’re stumbling, and Lukas reveals the fact that he’d made reservations at the fanciest restaurant in the city. They hold hands over a table cloth that’s probably more expensive than their whole apartment, kiss by candle light and Philip can’t believe the day started like it did and wound up like this. They end it in each other’s arms, Lukas breathing out a dizzying I love you against Philip’s lips before capturing them again.

Philip is curled up against Lukas’s chest when the clock ticks to 11:58.

“Happy Birthday, Philip,” Lukas whispers. “I’m glad you liked your surprises.”

“Liked,” Philip snorts.

“Loved,” Lukas corrects. “Of course, because it was me.”

“So modest,” Philip says, kissing his collar bone. But he couldn’t be happier. Maybe I can be happy he thinks. Most of the time. The day fades into the next but Lukas pulls him closer, grinning and running his hands through his hair.

#philkas #philkas week #philkasweek #eyewitness #philip shea #lukas waldenbeck #my writing #eyewitness usa

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