- You are standing in the bathroom. How long has it been? 30 seconds? 20 minutes? You turn the handle slowly and go about your day. Try to forget the time you can’t remember.
- You say something. Someone responds, but you don’t know what they’re talking about. They look at you questioningly. You have no memory of what you just said.
- You think you’re going back your old elementary school, but when you walk in, there’s just two recordings playing on repeat. One says “Not working to full potential. Not working to full potential. Not working to full potential.” The other says “Organization needs improvement. Organization needs improvement”. You have been in this room for years.
- You’re sitting in class. It is interesting. The teacher is good. Suddenly you can’t stop fidgeting. You feel like you’re going to scream, but you make no sound. You need to leave. NOW. Before you smash your desk to pieces.
- You are sad. So so so so so so sad. Wait. You are ok. You are happy. You are angry. You are bored. You are so so so so so so sad. You are happy. It’s been half an hour
- You are exhausted. You can barely lift your head, but your leg keeps bouncing. It’s using energy you don’t have. You don’t know where it’s getting it from.
- You think you’re doing well in a class. There’s a nagging thought in the back of your mind. When’s the last time you did homework? You check your grade. It’s a D.
- Everyday, you think to do the same thing when you get home. It’s been weeks. You still haven’t done it. You wonder if your house is messing with your mind. You think to do something about it, but when you walk throuh your front door, you forget.
- It’s 1:45. You need to get on the bus at 2. You check the clock. 1:45. You check the clock. 1:45. You check the clock. 1:46. You stop checking for a few minutes. You check again. It’s 2:01. The bus is gone.
author’s note: guys thank you so much for all the support on my first head cannon :( here’s more shit i couldn’t stop thinking about the past couple days so i hope you enjoy it! (sorry it turned out so long again)
here we go okay so lets say the first time tom held your hand was on your first date
he was nervous
LIKE SUPER NERVOUS
i’m talking about so nervous his hands were sweaty and shaky and he couldn’t stop wiping them on his jeans
you were so nervous too kfjdkfjdf
your first date with him was at his apartment because he wanted to cook for you
he thought it was a cute thing to do and he low-key really wanted to impress you
because he knew you liked simple, romantic things like that and not extravagant over the top pricey dates
ok so you were sitting on the counter top with your legs dangling off the edge
swinging them back and forth
tom was so distracted by you because you looked so cute
he literally couldn’t stop staring at you
that’s why he accidentally placed his hand on the stove and BURNED HIMSELF
once you heard that, you jumped off the counter and ran over to him
he was shaking his hand back and forth, trying to air out the burn
not only that but he was shaking his head because he just did something so stupid in front of you
when all he wanted to do was impress you
you could tell he was so upset by the look on his face
and plus his hand was all red from the burn
so YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT GRAB HIS HAND AND KISS IT
HIS JAW DROPPEDDDDDDDD AND HE GOT SO MANY TINGLES
as if he hadn’t felt enough tingles from the stupid burn
but this tingle was from you and your sweet little kiss so it was different
his eyes light up and he just stared at you
you could tell he was a bit happier so you kissed his hand again
he shook his head and laughed a little, so you were like
“nothing, i jus-i just wanted to do that first”
you stared at him a little confused
he sighed and said,
“i wanted to do that first, ya know hold your hand but i’ve just been so nervous because you look so cute and i really want to impress you but instead i do this and ruin it all and i don’t know y/n… i just really really wanted to hold your-
you let go of his hand
he INSTANTLY grabbed it again
you smiled and said, “looks like you’re holding it”
he swore he fell in love with you at that moment
that was also when you guys had your first kiss and became official
ANYWAYS after that date you two couldn’t stop holding hands
lets talk about the most simple way being when you two were walking
Genre: Fluff, tiny tiny angst Words: 1,442 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Mentions of stalking, self-defense fighting Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
“Come on, Doll. You got it.”
You huffed, trying your best to lift the bar that was weighing you down. There were small weights on each side that were about five pounds each, and even that much was an improvement to just lifting the forty pound bar the week before.
Your arms were shaking with the effort, and when Bucky saw that you weren’t going to be able to push the bar the rest of the way up after the prior reps you had already done, he took over, taking it out of your hands and easily setting it back above you like it weighed as much as a feather.
“We can try again on Wednesday. You’re getting better.”
Eddie sighed at the sound of a rock thumping against his window. He thought about ignoring it, briefly, but Richie would just keep throwing rocks until the window shattered.
He slid up the window and poked his head out. “What, asshole?”
Richie was standing outside in the twilight, the glow from Eddie’s room illuminating his glasses. He grasped at his chest and feigned hurt. “I can’t believe I have a soulmate who talks to me that way. Your mother would never say such things to me.”
“I can’t believe I have a soulmate who makes ‘your mom’ jokes.” Eddie turned away and sat back down at his desk, where he was piecing together a model airplane, but didn’t close the window. He pretended his heart didn’t beat faster at the sound of Richie clambering up the tree outside his window.
He didn’t turn around when Richie tripped over the windowsill and face planted into the carpet. “What’s up?” Eddie asked, without looking away from his plane.
“Can’t a guy just wanna see his soulmate?”
“Yeah,” Eddie said. Richie spontaneously visited him all the time. “But never at night, without calling first.”
He could hear Richie shifting back and forth behind him. “It was just, y’know… my mom…”
Eddie did know, which why he abandoned his airplane in favor of jumping up and wrapping his arms around Richie as tightly as he could.
“Eds,” Richie gasped. “Can’t breathe.”
Reluctantly, he loosened his hold. “Don’t call me that,” He muttered into Richie’s shirt. He relaxed when he felt his arms wrapping around him, and a bony chin settle on top of his head. They stood there for a moment.
Eddie pulled back from the hug that had gone on too long to be platonic. “Do you wanna talk about it, or do you just wanna hang out?”
Richie nodded. “Hang out, definitely.” He looked over Eddie’s head. “But we’re not putting together model planes. And why are you trying to glue it with Elmer’s? That shits weaker than your stomach.”
Eddie huffed. “My mom thinks the hot glue gun is too dangerous.”
Richie snorted. “That’s my Mrs. K.”
“Shut up and sit down, doucheface.” Eddie ordered. Richie flopped backwards onto his bed. “And don’t make too much noise.”
“Seriously, Richie,” Eddie kneeled beside his movie stand. “You know how she is.”
Sonya Kaspbrak was not a woman who believed in soulmates. She thought it was something that could be cured with a pill, like being gay. So when she got a call from the school, telling her her son had found his soulmate, to say she was distressed would be an understatement.
Eddie and Richie met on their first day of kindergarten. It was just like in the movies; they saw each other and just knew. Eddie had rushed at Richie and Richie had kissed him on the cheek, and any teacher that tried to separate them had blocks thrown at them.
Both of Richie’s parents didn’t care much, but when Eddie’s mother arrived, she chewed the teacher out and ripped Eddie away from Richie. It had been traumatizing, to say the least.
“What about this?” Eddie said, holding up a romcom.
Richie scoffed. “All your movies are shit. Let’s just watch TV and stuff.”
“You’re shit,” Eddie shot back immediately. “Fine.” He threw the remote at his head. “Pick a channel, asshole.”
“First,” Richie said, wiggling under the covers. He threw the corner up and opened his arms. “Come snuggle, Eddie Spaghetti.”
“You know I hate that,” Eddie grumbled, but crawled into Richie’s arms just the same. He didn’t mind being the little spoon, especially when Richie folded his entire body around his.
They laid in silence, watching The Twilight Zone reruns for an hour before Richie finally broke their silence.
“Can we do that… thing?”
Eddie twisted around to look at him. “What thing?”
“Y’know,” Richie cleared his throat. “The kissing?”
Usually, it would be Eddie asking, all shy and reserved. Normally, Richie just usually went for it. But this wasn’t a normal night.
“Yeah,” Eddie said, rolling over onto his side. Their faces were so close that Eddie could feel Richie’s breath ghosting over his face. His breath smelt like candy and cigarettes. He would usually be grossed out at the thought of another human being’s mouth close to his, but the germs in Richie’s mouth had never much bothered Eddie.
They’d kissed a total of six times. Richie kissed Eddie on the cheek all the time, but that didn’t count. Besides, Eddie was too short to reciprocate.
Every time had been electrifying and kinda scary, in the way it made them feel so at home beside each other. But being surrounded by their friends most of the time ruined the mood.
Richie hesitantly bumped his lips against Eddie’s, once, twice, then let their lips rest against each other.
They kissed softly, and hesitantly, for so long they lost track of time. Eventually, Richie had started to tongue at the seam of Eddie’s lips, which was so in character that it made Eddie smile and allowed Richie access.
They finally pulled apart when both their lips were numb and they were officially out of breath. Eddie panted and released his grip on Richie’s curls. He nestled his head into his chest.
“You feeling any better?” Eddie asked.
Richie darted down to place one last kiss on his lips. “Totally.”
They were both dozing off into sleep when Eddie mumbled, “Don’t forget to climb out of the window at five.”
A/N: bleh not that good but definitely fun to write, lol
“Archie…this is really weird and honestly feels like something that the guy who murdered Jason Blossom would do,” Jughead grunts out while dodging branches and twigs that came to close to his eyes. He heard Archie sigh in front of him. “You wanted to know if she was really going out with Reggie Mantle-which, by the way, I am telling you is utter bs.”
Rumours speculated that the “hunky piece of teriyaki”, as Cheryl often times described him, Reggie Mantle had asked [Y/n] [L/n} out on a date. [Y/n]. Jughead’s [Y/n]. “Let’s just please leave before one of[Y/n]’s insanely attentive dads figures out that we’re spying on their 16 year old daughter.”
Archie craned his head to look at his friend, flashlight shining in Jughead’s face. “It’s not that bad. I mean, we are 16 too.”
When Tetsuo slipped back into the office on the morning of
October 10th, everything sat exactly as he’d had left it, as though
nothing had changed. The papers on his desk had been left untouched. They were
printed copies of casefiles Tetsuo had been picking through before he left work
on the evening he encountered Reigen, the evening he’d entered the Mogami
house, the evening he’d learned the truth of what had been happening to his
hazy memory, of what had been inside him.
Tetsuo skimmed a hand over the papers, as though to check
that they were even real. They didn’t seem real, nor did they look it. They
felt like they belonged in a photograph, filed away in some strictly “before”
time of his life, when now he was so terrifyingly mired in “after”. The two weren’t
compatible. Nothing could possibly exist from the time when he felt safe.
“Hey stranger. First day on the job?”
Except for Isa.
Tetsuo glanced up from his papers. Isa stood at the edge of
his desk, weight leaning slightly into the hip she used to support the stack of
papers held between her body and right arm. The stack was easily two inches
thick, and Isa did not use her right hand to support it. Both hands were
occupied with near identical Styrofoam white cups. Tetsuo craned his neck to
see into them. The contents of one were a swirly, milky beige. The other was
“Sorry lady. I may be new, but I’m happily married,” Tetsuo
answered, catching up with her teasing.
“Haha,” Isa responded, her voice flat. “You’re not my type
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Requested by @deathbyapril:
Could you do one where the reader is mute so sherlock keeps her around because she never answers back, only listens. He ends up falling in love with her and vise versa.
Pairing: Sherlock x mute!reader
Word count: 2,689
A/N: I’m so sleepy, but I wanted to do this so badly…
Sherlock Holmes, the punch-line man. He talked, and talked, and talked,
and God have mercy on whoever dared to answer back – especially to the ones who
argued against his statements – because Sherlock would not only destroy them,
but also make sure to make it as humiliating as possible.
That was exactly why Watson had meticulously searched for the right
assistant. She had to be smart, but also someone who could stay quiet all the
time. She had to keep up with him, and also someone who didn’t flinch with the
strange things Sherlock kept at the flat.
At first it had been a tedious task. Every single person he had
interviewed had details that would make Sherlock cringe. Some of them were
smart, but also chatty as a radio host. Some others were quiet, but they weren’t
as smart as needed. There would be people who would be smart and quiet, but
when John asked them to open the refrigerator and met the several limbs
Sherlock kept there… Well, good things didn’t happen.
John was about to give up, thinking of ways of apologizing to Mary for
he would have to continue working with Sherlock because no one would fit the
profile. But then (Y/N) appeared.
She handed John her curriculum, which was perfectly done and emphasized
the many traits Sherlock admired on a person. John tried to convince himself
not to illusion himself so soon, but then she limited herself to nodding and/or
shaking her head when replying to John’s questions. And when he sent her to
open the refrigerator, his heart fluttered when she simply tilted her head to
analyse the items there before breathing out a chuckle.
“You’re hired.” John had said seconds after, and that was how she ended
up working with the world’s only consultant detective.
Okay, so I’ve been talking about this with @artsymeeshee and sharing our love of platonic bonding between Stan and Ford, and I loved this headcanon so much that I just had to share it one here for everyone to see!
Headcanon that Ford has nightmares not just about the portal or Bill, but also about Stan.
Headcanon that Ford would wake up after each one, sometimes in his bed and sometimes on his desk with a piece of paper stuck to his cheek, and he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until he sees Stan safe and sound in bed.
Headcanon that Ford doesn’t tell Stan what these nightmares are about, thinking that he was just being paranoid and overprotective. But no matter how many times he tries to convince himself it’s nothing, years of paranoia don’t go away that instantly.
Headcanon that Stan would notice how distracted Ford is the morning after one of these nightmares, and he seems to brush off Stan’s concerns quite quickly. Too quickly…But, he doesn’t press Ford for answers, and it doesn’t really affect their life or their relationship. After all, it’s not the first time they had nightmares they didn’t want to share just yet.
Headcanon that one day while they’re in port, Stan offers to pick up some supplies on his own. Ford, busy examining some ink from the Kraken they caught the other day, says “Yeah, okay.”, not entirely paying attention and seeing Stan out on his own as no big deal. They could both sometimes use some time by themselves, and they respect that.
Headcanon that after an hour has passed, Ford thinks Stan is taking a while to come back, but thinks nothing off it, and continues writing down the discoveries of the Kraken ink in his journal.
Headcanon that after two hours, Ford had long finished his research, and Stan still wasn’t back yet. It doesn’t take this long to get supplies, does it?
Headcanon that Ford gets more and more nervous with every passing minute. He paces the cabin, trying to not think about all the scenarios his brain is coming up with. What if someone from Stan’s time on the streets recognised him? What if someone picked a fight with Stan? What if he’s in danger right now? What if he had a memory lapse and he wasn’t there to ground him? All the memories of his nightmares come back to him all at once, and his paranoia is own worst enemy once again. He’s half tempted to “drop” something overboard just so he can have an excuse to leave the boat and look for him.
Headcanon that Ford tells himself to stop worrying. Of course Stan is fine. He’s a grown man, and he can take care of himself; you’re just being too protective and paranoid.
Headcanon that right when Ford is about to cave into his instincts and look for Stan, he hears footsteps on the deck and a voice. Stan’s voice. He finally enters the cabin with supplies in hand, saying “Ford, I’m back! Sorry I took so long. Fishing season is kicking in and everywhere is packed! And er…I may have taken some bait from another sucker’s basket. Which reminds me, I’m out of smoke bombs.”
Headcanon that Ford is barely even paying attention to the things that Stan is saying. He’s too busy thinking It’s Stan he’s here he’s himself he’s safe he’s safe thank goodness he’s safe he didn’t get hurt. He lets the relief overtake him, and without a second thought, he darts over to Stan and bundles him up in a huge hug.
Headcanon that Stan is startled at Ford’s behaviour. Was he really gone that long? But, he returns Ford’s hug and says “Good to see you too, Sixer.”
Headcanon that while embracing Stan, all those nightmares and fears and paranoid thoughts come crashing down onto him because this moment has proven to him that yes, Stan is here, Stan is safe and they are still together on the Stan O’War II. And upon hearing that childhood nickname, Ford is completely overcome and ends up breaking down in Stan’s arms. He finally confesses to Stan about the nightmares he’s had about Stan, about how he could be taken away and he could get hurt without Ford being there to protect him and he couldn’t lose him, not again, and every time Stan is out of his sight, he’s so scared that it’ll be the last time he sees him.
Headcanon that Stan, alarmed, immediately tries to comfort him, because it absolutely kills him to see his brave and strong big brother so terrified. Stan confides that he feels that way about Ford, too. That sometimes, he thinks he’ll wake up and realise that all this has been a dream, and Ford is still trapped in another dimension or they’re still fighting or still saving the world from Weirdmageddon. But, just seeing Ford every day helps remind him that this is real, and this is them living out their dream. He pulls Ford away, grabs him by the shoulders, looks him right in his eyes, and says “You’re not going to lose me, Ford. Not if I can help it. And if something does happen, well… You know I’ve got your back, and I know you’ve got mine. There’s nothing that can stop the Pines Twins. Wherever we go…”
“We go together.” Ford finishes, finally reassured.
Headcanon that Ford still has his protective moments, and so does Stan, but they both know that this is real.
But that doesn’t stop Ford from getting them both cell phones the next time they’re in port.
Aaaaaaand…that’s the end of that! Wow, that was a long one! But I just love moments like these between Stan and Ford so much! Who’s with me?!
I promised to upload a picture of the gorgeous art from @hetteh-spegetteh once I got frames for them, and then I completely forgot! But these boys have been watching over my desk for the past several months, and making me smile every day :)
Warnings: None (unless you count self groping of boobs)
Notes: Say whaaaaat? I wrote something without smut? Yes, yes I did. But trust me. It will make sense for the series. Please let me know what you think of this part! As I scrapped the original version I was writing when I did this part. Thanks to @minhosmeanhoe and @ninja-stiles for lurking and giving me feedback on this part. Hopefully everyone likes it. I promise there will be a smutty part in part 2.
Listen to Me (Please note you are not required to listen. The song is japanese, but it goes with the series)
She sighed as she sat up from the grass and stretched her back. She was sitting behind her school, why? Because she wanted to piss off her favourite teacher.
She decided she had held out long enough to promptly annoy him, and decided to head to History, the class he taught.
She inhaled before opening the door to his classroom, she was 27 minutes late, but she didn’t care, she wanted all the attention from her teacher that she could get. And the best way to get attention from a teacher, was to be a shit student.
Turning the knob, she walked in, and all eyes landed on her, except the teachers, he didn’t even need to turn around to see who it was.
“Miss [Y/L/N], see me after class.” He said in a tired voice, clearly irritated by her actions, but she just grinned.
“Yes, sir.” She took her seat towards the front of the class and the teacher continued his lesson, though, she wasn’t paying attention.
She was too busy admiring the way his white button down shirt and black jeans fit his lanky body, and how his chocolate brown eyes followed the words he scribbled onto the blackboard. How his large hands gripped the chalk he was holding, how his brown hair swept to the side. This teacher was unlike her others; he was young, laid back, and extremely attractive. Everything about her teacher drove her insane. She bit her lip to hide a smile as she thought of all the ways his hands could hold various parts of her, and how soft his pink lips would feel on hers.
Suddenly, the bell rang, and while the other students gathered their things to go home, she sat still, wondering if her teacher would address her and tell her off or if this would be another silent detention like the last three, leaving her to her thoughts, her filthy thoughts.
As soon as all the students left the classroom, the teacher sat back down at his desk, and began scribbling something onto some papers, he was grading them, or so she assumed.
10 minutes passed and he still hadn’t said anything, but unknown to him, he was driving her wild.
Every once and awhile, he’d mess with his hair, ruffling it, making it stick up in spots. Or he’d crack his knuckles, the sound echoing through the near empty room. And most importantly, he’d loosened his black tie and undone a few buttons on his shirt.
This fucker was killing her softly, so she decided to be bold, unusually bold. She stood up from her desk, and walked over to her teacher, leaned down, and laid her hands upon the top of the desk.
He didn’t look up from what he was doing, he just continued to look down through his glasses at the work he was doing. She spoke up in the most sensual voice she could muster. “Guess what, Mr. Howell.”
He raised an eyebrow, still not looking up at her. “What is it, Miss [Y/L/N]?”
She leaned down even further, hoping to force him to look at her.
“I’m not wearing any knickers.”
She smirked to herself, quite proud she had managed to state that without stuttering or turning red. Mr. Howell, however, was not phased by this. At least, not to her.
‘What a dirty student I have.’ He thought as he shifted in his seat.
She wouldn’t give up though, she’d sat through his tortures for too long, and he was going to learn what she thought of him.
She walked around his desk, behind his chair, and wrapped her arms around his torso, straightening him in his seat and resting her chin on his shoulder. “You fucker, don’t you realise what you do to me?” She whispered in his ear.
He removed her hands from his body and swiftly got up from his chair. And suddenly she realised how tall he actually was. He stood at over a foot taller than her.
“Miss [Y/L/N], I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. But I am your teacher, and you don’t need to talk to me this way.” He spoke, but he didn’t sound angry, he sounded somewhat disappointed. However, she wasn’t about it stop anytime soon. She grabbed his tie, and pulled him down so she could look into his eyes. “Shh, Mr. Howell. I want this, I want you. I don’t fucking care if you’re my teacher. I need you.” She emphasised the last three words by whining slightly, brushing her lips against his.
“I don’t want to get arrested.” He said quietly, guiltily enjoying her attention. She smirked, “You won’t, if we’re careful enough.” She pressed her lips against his, and he kissed back, placing his large hands upon her hips. She let go of his tie and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pulled away from the kiss and whispered into his ear, “Sit back down.” As she walked over to the classroom door, locking it and rolling down the blinds.
She walked back over to him, and straddled his lap, slowly grinding her bare core against his clothed crotch, causing the area below her to get harder. “I wish you knew what you did to me.” She whispered into his ear as she kissed down his neck. “I wish you knew how I touch myself at night, thinking about how our bodies would fit together-” She kissed his collarbone. “-or how you sound when you’re pleasured-” She unbuttoned his shirt and yanked off his tie. “-or how you’d feel inside of me.”
He gulped slightly, shifting underneath her as she felt his member twitch uncomfortably through his jeans. She just laughed, and crawled off of his lap, fiddling with his belt buckle. She slid down his jeans and underwear in one pull. She got on her knees in front of him, and took his member in her hands, pumping it slowly.
“You know, Mr. Howell, you’re a hell of a lot bigger than I ever imagined you’d be.” She smiled and kissed the tip of his member, causing him to moan softly.
Slowly, she took his length in her mouth, his member hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head slowly, as his hand found its way to her hair, gripping it tightly.
Leaning his head back in pleasure, he closed his eyes and moaned out occasionally. She started going faster, and his moans became more frequent and louder.
“Fuck,” he stuttered out. “I can’t last much longer.” She smirked and bobbed her head faster, him coming unglued under her.
He came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all. She smiled fondly at her teacher, and sat back down on his lap, rubbing his chest softly.
“You taste good, daddy.” She said as she kissed his lips softly. A faint blush upon each of their faces. As one hand cupped her cheek and the other laid upon her thigh, rubbing it as softly as she was rubbing his chest. They shared a slow, passionate kiss.
But then, the class phone rang, startling both of them and breaking them apart, a line of saliva connecting their pink lips. She broke the string of saliva while he reached for the phone, clearing his throat before answering it.
“Hello? Yes, she’s here.” He looked up at her and mouthed 'It’s your mum.’ She nodded, laying her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them softly, his hand still on her thigh as he listened to her mum on the other end of the line.
“Yes, I had her stay after class for being tardy, yes, she has detention for a week, yes, I’ll send her home now. Okay, bye.” He leaned back up and hung up the phone, looking at her fondly. “Sorry for giving you detention.” He smiled.
She just laughed. “It’s fine, as long as I’m the only person stuck with you.” He nodded. “Oh trust me, you will be.”
She got up from his lap, and they both stood. He pulled his trousers back up and she began fixing his shirt and tie. He smoothed out her hair and kissed her forehead softly.
“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” He smirked as he rested his forehead upon hers, playing with the hem of her skirt.
“Yeah I know, but I’m your naughty girl.” She kissed him, and walked to her desk to pick up her bag. Walking to the door, she turned around and looked at him.
“Oh, and Mr. Howell?”
“Open my desk when I leave.” She waved at him and left the room.
He stood by the door, watching her walk down the hallway and out the front doors. He walked over to her desk and saw a piece of paper, sprayed with her favourite perfume, and neatly folded with “Mr. Howell” written on it.
He unfolded the paper and grinned to himself when he read it.
“Here’s my number, call me tonight, and by the way, Mr. Howell? I love when you wear your glasses, even though we both know you don’t need them.
clubs: doesn’t have time since he’s interning at a big company the entire sem
in class, mingyu is practically a natural genius. like managment skills? statistical methods in business? intro to finance? easy stuff he soaks up information like a sponge and is always the person everyone looks forward to presenting in class and the teachers love how articulate he is with his words and he’s a real crowd pleaser you know because he’s: tall, handsome, smart, and witty
OUTSIDE OF CLASS THO he’s the number one memer
like people who don’t know him personally or only know him in class run up to him like “omg!!! how are you so cool all the time????” and mingyu grins and shrugs it off like no big deal
and literally five seconds later he’s sneezing into his arm and wiping it on wonwoo’s shirt or spilling his coffee all over jeonghan’s textbooks or stealing seungcheol’s food and then dropping it and then picking it up and eating it??? and like
his close friends just snort when someone calls him cool because in all honesty he’s not cool he’s corny
but also they all come over to his dorm because he’s the only one who uses the communal kitchen to actually cook real meals and everyone’s been living off cup ramen so it’s nice to actually eat something that’s been seasoned and cooked and mingyu’s got this special recipe for making omelets over rice and so whenever he’s making one in the morning he ends up actually making ten portions because word spreads fast and half the dorm swoops downstairs like hungry vultures ready to Feast and mingyu’s like ok ok ok fine someone pass me more eggs
is good at volleyball because he’s tall but has also literally tripped over air 14342 times during practice and the rest of the team is like: how does he even balance himself on those long legs???
has a habit of messing up wonwoo’s hair before wonwoo has class and like he doesn’t tell him how it looks and only when they’re both back at the dorm wonwoo points to his head and is like “mingyu, explain.” and mingyu’s like “it’s in hyung. it’s the new style.” “mingyu - i look like i rolled out of a trash can.”
but it’s ok wonwoo forgives him because mingyu’s the one that cleans the dorm while wonwoo passes out studying
and tbh you’re one of the people who finds mingyu to be so ??? untouchable ??? like he’s the guy you see always dressed well, surrounded by lots of people, and getting top grades and so like others you’re like he’s the model college student like you see him and you’re like i wanna be like that
but boy oh boy are you in for the shock of ur life when you find out that the company you’re interning at is the same company mingyu interns at and like
you both are in different departments but on your first day you’re taking the train and you see mingyu sitting a couple of seats away and like at first you’re like
wow! he looks so spiffy in his suit and he has like a briefcase and he looks so damn well prepared that you even feel a little self conscious
but then three seconds later you look over again and see that he’s falling asleep on his way and like he literally topples over onto the person beside him
and the person like shoves mingyu’s head off and says something rude and mingyu’s like bowing his head and apologizing
and like you’re like “he must have not gotten any sleep the night before.” but then
the next day when you’re on the train again to your internship mingyu’s there too……again…..falling asleep…..on the person beside him…….
and this happens for the first two weeks that you’re taking the train to your internship
and like you wonder if he’s just overworking himself or something but then one day you end up going in at the same time as mingyu into the building where you two work and like you go in and swipe your ID to get in but you see mingyu standing next to the security guard begging him and asking him for something and you get a little closer and the guards like “this is the 4th time this week, kid get your ID back” and mingyu’s like “i LoST IT ThO” and the guards like “this is already your third one and it’s been two weeks???” and mingyu’s making puppy dog eyes and you’re like ?????? this is not the suave boy i know off campus
and when you go up to his floor where he’s interning with the stats dept like you see mingyu holding a leaning tower of papers and as expected he makes one step and ends up falling over with the papers flyinG into the air
and some guy yells at him that he’s always being so clumsy and like you’ve never seen mingyu looking so embarrassed with his head down and his hands folded in front of him
and you’re like “is this a side of him no one else knows?”
and like you think yeah - he probably is just nervous just like you but then as you’re going back to campus from your internship you see mingyu across the street coming out of a fast food place and like licking his fingers and wiping them on his tie
and like you know you’re just a little Shocked but also like it’s endearing ….
everyone makes him out to be this tall, perfect student that’s always the model of what to be and here he is with crumbs around his mouth and ketchup on his shirt like …..it makes you giggle
but ofc you don’t approach him you don’t really even think he knows you two intern for the same boss until one day you get on the train take a seat and mingyu taKES THe SEAT BESIDE you
and internally you’re like ?!?!?!?!?! but then you don’t even notice five minutes go by until you feel a soft thud on your shoulder and as you turn
there he is
kim mingyu, sleeping soundly on your shoulder
and you don’t push him off or anything but you do feel your face grow red and some older ladies smile at the two of you and it becomes a given that like everyone on this train thinks you two are a couple and you’re just like UM
the stop you and mingyu need to get off on comes and you (sadly) have to shake him awake and then make a run for the door as you drag a half awake mingyu along with you
and you’re like “thank god we made it.” and mingyu’s like “yeah!” and then he straightens up and says your name and you’re like ???? you know my name and mingyu’s like “ofc i know your name we work and go to school together.” and you’re like yEAH BUT ???? we’ve never interacted
and mingyu laughs and he’s like “yeah we have!!! you’ve seen me fall asleep on strangers and get yelled at for losing my ID and weren’t you there when i face planted with my big stack of documents??”
and you’re like “wait you noticed me that whole time?” and mingyu nods and checks his watch like “we better run, can you keep up?”
and that’s how you end up running behind the long legged secret office/campus crush of yours and good lord he can run fast
you two get to the building out of breath but luckily mingyu has his ID this time and you go inside and split ways when you get off a floor before him but before you do mingyu’s like “meet me for lunch downstairs??” and you’re like /?/// ok?????!@?@?@?#
the entire time you’re at your desk you’re trying to piece together how it is that you haven’t noticed mingyu noticing you this whole time like,,,,,you kinda just don’t see how it happened?? he’s never even made eye contact with you on the train
but you leave all that for lunch when you go downstairs and see mingyu waiting
and he’s like looking amazing in his black slacks and button down rolled up sleeves and hair pushed back and you’re like “he really is like a model….”
but then you two go to this burger place around the corner and mingyu orders two deluxe meals for himself and a huge cola and like oh my god he eats like a child and he has some lettuce in his teeth and sauce all over his hands
and once again you find yourself endeared but also giggling at his hidden silliness
and you mingyu’s like “why are you laughing??” and you lean over with your napkin to wipe off the sauce from the corner of his mouth like “thiS is WHY” but then like
you’re so close and you see his eyes up close and they’re like a sparkling, mesmerizing brown and it takes everything in your strength to just pull away from looking into them
and like it’s a lil awkwardly silent until you’re like
“u m coughs by the way um how do you know…….who i am??”
and mingyu’s like “AHHHHH you’re cute and i’ve liked you for some time, of course i know who you are.”
and you’re like …………………….WHAT
and mingyu scratches the back of his head and rolls his tongue in his mouth and is like
“wonwoo said i should just tell you, especially before this internship is over, so ……yeah.”
and you’re like starstruck honestly but you’re like “why??”
and mingyu takes a minute to think and then he’s like “remember on our first day you saw me act like a total fool on the train? and the time you saw me getting scolded by the guard?” and you’re like “….yes?” and mingyu chuckles like “well, most people don’t like the real me. they imagine me as one thing and then the real silly, dumb side of me is something they don’t want but you - you kept looking at me right?”
the words get stuck in your mouth because oh god he saw you staring at him this whole time but also like………of course you kept looking at him and you say that
you tell him that “you’re nothing like what i thought, but it made me want to keep looking at you more. that side of you - it’s better than what i imagined.”
an honestly in that moment the rest of the people all fade away and it’s just you and mingyu and mingyu takes your hand as you two get up and go back to work and it just
it fits. you two fit each other
and just like that you two are a thing and every morning mingyu isn’t falling asleep on random people’s shoulders. he’s falling asleep on yours
and he’s kissing your cheek before he does and he’s kissing you goodbye when you get off the elevator
you two hold hands and hide it behind your backs when co-workers walk by and tell you two not to go around slacking off since you’re temporary interns
and you and mingyu aren’t even hurt because you’re interns in love ok love is what it’s all about (but so is studying so if you’re reading this: do your homework ANYWAY)
you find a way to keep mingyu awake on your commute to the internship and the magic trick is literally buy him a big cup of coffee and he won’t spend the entire thirty minutes on the train snoozing
instead you two will talk and laugh and mingyu will do bad impressions of your boss and of teachers
and when you’re coming back from the internship and the trains are packed mingyu will grab the overhead pole and pull you against him so you don’t have to stretch out your arm and
as clumsy as he is, he’s got these sparks of romantic in him
and yes you always have to remind him to sneeze into a napkin, not just wipe it off on the closest person
and you hit his hand when he tries to enforce the “five second rule”
you come up to give something to the statistic dept. head and mingyu tries to wave at you but accidentally swings his long arms too much and knocks a potted plant off a desk and you have to end up running over and helping him clean it up before the owner of the desk comes back
youngguk at his desk: “where is my bonsai tree?”
you and mingyu: *hiding in a cubicle with the remains of youngguk’s bonsai tree* rip
when the internship is over for the semester you and mingyu still see each other and just like wonwoo, jeonghan, and the rest of mingyu’s friends you come to thinking all the freshman who obsesses over how ‘cool’ and ‘smooth’ mingyu is is super funny
because you know how he really is, sleeping with his long limbs spread out everywhere and half of his textbook sliding out of his bed and his clothes are literally just a pile inside the closet
and mingyu cleans, like he’s not gross or anything but he’s also just so like he cleans and then makes a mess three seconds later and you’re like how?????
and when mingyu first offers to cook for you you’re like : “i dont trust you around sharp objects” but mingyu somehow convinces you (lots of kisses are involved in this bribe) and you sit down and watch him cook
it’s like a whole different person
and you ask mingyu why he didn’t want to go to culinary school or something like that and mingyu laughs and shakes his hand and he’s like “my cooking is good - but not that good.” and maybe just maybe you hear a hint of sadness in his voice
but that’s gone after you take the first bite out of what he made you and you’re like mINGYU THIS is AMAZinG
and he grins and is like “is it???” and taste some too and he’s like “yeah, you’re right it’s amazing - like me”
and you seriously love the dates where you come over on a weekend and neither of you have classes and mingyu and you look up new restaurants that have opened near campus and you two go out and just try everything
and no matter what, you’ll order something and mingyu will try to steal bites when you’re not looking and you ALWAYS CATCH HIM but he just grins and is like !!!! i love you !!! and you’re like oh my god gET your OWN and he pouts like nooooo i wantttt yourssssss
he’s a big baby basically
mingyu starts a foodstagram just to share photos of you eating when you guys go out and you’re like sTOp i look bad in all of these and mingyu’s like “the food matters, not you baby” and you’re like EXCUSE mE and you chase him around and he laughs his head off and wonwoo is watching you two like wow. how are these two in college
mingyu tries to mess up your hair like he does to wonwoo before class but you grab his wrist before he can and you’re like “if you touch my hair i will not kiss you for 24 hours.” and mingyu automatically gives in because no kisses for 24 hours would kill this big affectionate puppy
mingyu knows you’re a sucker for his smile, especially when it shows off his canines and so he’ll smile at you like that when you’re ticked off at him and like you’ll try to be serious and tell him to stop but he’ll pull you over by the waist and smile and ask whats wrong and you’ll just be like STOP YOUR HANDSOMENESS is messING WITH ME and he just continues to smile and you’re like ,,,,,i cant be mad at him gdi
begs you to cook for him and you’re like mingyu im studying right now and he’s like but i want to eat and you’re like go ask jeonghan to do it and mingyu’s like jeonghan almost burnt down our communal kitchen last week pls
mingyu gets good grades because he throws himself into studying right before big tests and presentations and it ends up with him not sleeping and not eating right and this is when he’s literally a Mess
like not a joke mess like usual but a Mess and you literally sometimes have to keep him upright because he falls over from lack of sleep and you’re like mINGYU you’re SIX FEET TALL you NEED to Eat and you shove like a granola bar in his mouth and he tries to say i love you but it comes out all muffled
mingyu once wore his shirt inside out and you were like “ming-” but wonwoo was like “no. let the campus see how goofy he really is.”
mingyu still holds a grudge against you and wonwoo till this day
“mingyu i can’t reach that, can you get it?” “sure.” “mingyu why are you picking me up just uSE YOur OWN HANDS oh MY GOD AM i TWENTY FEET OFF THE fLOOR MINGYu”
whenever he waits for you to come out of class he opens his arms and you run into them and he spins you around and it’s cHEEEEEEESY but it’s worth it because he’s always happy to see you
you can never study together because mingyu will fall asleep with his head on your shoulder or on your lap and when you’re like hey buddy wake up he’s like nooooooo you’re soooo comfyyyyyy
once you came to watch volleyball practice and mingyu saw you and started waving and you were gonna wave back unTIL the BALL HIT him in THE heAD AND You like ScrEAMED and mingyu like fell over and everyone was like oh my god how oblivious is he
you cradling mingyu’s head in your lap: “are you ok???” mingyu: “am i in heaven? are you an angel?” wonwoo: “i cant believe he almost got knocked unconscious and is stILL FLIRTING WITH YOU”
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