Summary: You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)
Halfway through my first year I could no longer take living in a single occupancy room, I talked with the residence life staff and they offered me a roommate. I had to move clear across campus, out of what I had come to know of as the “safe” area, and into an area I wouldn’t even walk in the daylight.
I didn’t meet my roommate until move in day, right after semester break was over I enlisted a few friends to help me move in. They refused to go inside the building at first and only after meeting and being assured by the RA who looked like they had seen far too much.
My roommate at first didn’t seem too far from human, they seemed to only smile when someone smiled at them first. When they spoke they didn’t say “I” they said “We” and didn’t seem to notice the strange looks that others would give them when they did so.
During the rest of that year nothing happened. They wouldn’t let me line windows or doors with salt or with nails, claiming they were too clumsy and would end up stepping on the nails or that the salt was too messy and would end up all over the place.
It wasn’t until the second year when anything really happened. We had requested to be roommates with each other again and had learned each other’s full legal names. I had brought my boyfriend over to meet them, he didn’t go to the university, but he sat in on enough of my classes to have basically been a student. He was pagan, they had gotten into a conversation on his religion while i was coming back from class one day. By the time I had gotten there he was telling them about his deities of choice, which are Persephone and Hades. I had never seen them more interested in something before. They were grinning widely and nodding with understanding while he spoke.
It was at that time in which things had finally started adding up in my head, but it wasn’t until we had lost a few fish from our shared fish tank that I really thought anything of it. My roommate had started using window crayons to draw symbols on her windows after each fish was lost.
My boyfriend had been over when I had lost the second one. He had made a joking comment in an attempt to make light of the losses that caused my roommate to freeze and stare him down until he explained it was a joke and that he had meant nothing of it. They calmed and smiled a bit strangely and didn’t seem to be hung up on it. The next few times lost fish I heard them mumbling the phrase under their breath.
I had to leave the school halfway through the year, my grades had dropped low enough that I was no longer able to continue. My roommate hugged me when I left and wished me well. I moved in with my boyfriend and we have only lost two fish since, both times he sent the phrase to my now ex roommate, she responded with a winking emoji face.
I still refuse to say the phrase, those five words would only mean another pet lost and another winkie face received.
Sam checked his dorm room number again–230. This was it.
He opened the door to see someone, presumably his roommate, was already there, sitting on one of the beds. He had dark messy hair and was, for some reason, wearing this big coat, despite being indoors. “Hey,” Sam held out his hand. “I’m Sam.”
His roommate leaned forward and shook it. “Castiel,” he replied in a deep voice. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too. Uh, I still have some more stuff I need to bring in, so.” Sam dropped his bag on the unoccupied bed and headed to the door.
Castiel stood up. “I’ll come with you,” he offered. “So you don’t have to carry everything.”
“Thanks, Castiel,” Sam smiled. He smiled back.
“Call me Cas.”
Cas and Sam became quick friends. After just a week, they were close enough that instead of going to the big party everyone seemed to be taking about, they decided to stay in, swapping jokes and telling each other entertaining stories.
“Are you serious?” Cas burst out laughing.
Sam grinned. “Yep. And you should have seen his face! But get this, then he was like, ‘Sam Winchester! Get your–”
“Wait,” Cas sat up, suddenly serious. “Your last name is Winchester?”
“Uh, yeah. So?” Sam answered, looking and feeling confused at Cas’s abrupt seriousness.
Cas stared at him. “What’s your soulmate’s last name?”
Cas slumped back. “Um, that’s my last name… and my soulmate is a Winchester.”
“Woah.” Sam frowned. “No offense, man, you’re nice and I like you and all, but–”
“–I really only have platonic feelings toward you,” Cas interjected.
Cas flopped onto his bed. “This is fairly awkward now,” he observed.
“Uh…” Sam scratched the back of his head. “Should we… oh man, I was gonna ask if we should try kissing each other, but…” he made a face.
“Do you want to pretend this conversation didn’t happen?” Cas asked hollowly.
“Hey, Dean!” Sam pulled his brother into a hug.
“Hey, Sammy.” Dean smiled, hugging back before pulling away and lightly punching his brother.
Sam grinned. “Watch your mouth, I’m bigger than you now.”
“Maybe not bigger, but you’re certainly taller,” Dean commented. “When the hell did that happen?”
“Come on,” Sam laughed. “I’ll show you around.”
They joked around and made fun of each other as Sam showed Dean around campus.
“This is my room,” Sam said as they walked to the door. “But, uh, fair warning, it’s a bit awkward between me and my roommate.”
“Why’s that?” Dean asked.
Sam ducked his head. “Our… We might be soulmates, but neither of us feel that way about the other.”
“Y'know there are platonic soulmates.” Dean playfully shoved Sam through the door.
Sam staggered into the room, laughing. Cas, lying on his bed, looked up from the book he was reading. “Hello, Sam,” he said coolly.
Dean followed Sam through the door and immediately saw a damn cute guy with messy hair and extremely blue eyes. “Wow, Sammy, you didn’t tell your roomie was hot!” he joked.
“Uh, hey Cas,” Sam waved. “This is my brother, Dean. Dean, this is Castiel, my roommate.”
“Pleasure.” Dean smiled.
“Likewise,” Cas replied, staring at Dean. The two of them looked intensely at each other for a moment before Cas returned to his book. He looked a bit shocked, Sam thought. Then suddenly, something clicked.
“Wait, wait a second.” Sam turned to his brother. “Have you ever told me your soulmate’s last name?”
Dean shrugged. “Don’t think so.”
“Well, I want to know,” Sam declared. “Come on, tell me.”
“What are you going on about?” Dean asked, confused.
“Just–” Sam shook his head. “Just humor me. Please?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he said. “It’s Novak.”
Cas fell off his bed.
“Woah, you ok?” Dean asked, going over to help him up. Cas took the hand he offered and stood shakily.
“Um, I’m sorry,” he said unevenly, his face turning red. “I’m not sure I heard you correctly. I could have sworn you just said your soulmate’s last name was Novak.”
“It is, why–” Dean smacked his forehead. “Oh my god, you thought you two were soulmates, so your–is your last name–”
Dean was cut off as Sam pushed him forward lightly. He stumbled a few steps and collided with Cas, their lips connecting in a way that wasn’t really a kiss, but made Dean want to kiss Cas for real.
“Yep,” Sam said proudly, popping the “p” as he said it. “You’re both welcome.”
Cas looked at Sam. “I guess as a thank you, I should introduce you to Gabe.”
Sam tilted his head quizzically. “Who’s Gabe?”
“He's my brother.” Cas grinned. “Gabriel Novak.”
(This will probably get another chapter eventually with Sabriel, but I don’t know when)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE! (You know who you are. Since you’re celebrating your day of birth, I felt like I should give you this gift [since it’s the only gift I can give you].)
**Although this was written with a specific person in mind, I hope you all still enjoy this thing.**
Warnings: Smut, Language, badly written fluff
Word Count: 1222
That next morning, you woke up with such a fullness, it was hard to fight the smile that crept across your face. In short, you’d had the best night of your life. You glanced to your left and smiled at the sleeping form beside you. Man was he beautiful. The way the sun shone on his back gave you a clear view of the angry red marks scattered along his skin. How did him telling me to stay end up with me in his bed? You thought as you raked your gaze over the marks you left on his back. The obvious answer was that you had no self control and the minute you’d gotten home, you tore into each other like two sex-crazed people that had been deprived of the one thing that brought them any sort of pleasure in life.
He slept soundly beside you, his ruffled hair shining in the soft morning sun coming through the bedroom window. The longer you looked at him, the weirder you felt. The fullness you’d had when you woke up soon melted away and was replaced with dread. What had you done?! He was your roommate! The panic was starting to make it hard to breathe, and you were starting to rethink moving in with him at all. You pushed your hands through your hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and shaking your head in disbelief. “No. No, no, no, no, no.” This wasn’t happening. Who knew how he would feel when he woke up? Would he regret sleeping with you? Would he act like it didn’t happen? Would things change for the worse between you two? So many questions with no answers to them, and you sure as shit weren’t about to stick around to find out what they were either. Better to abandon ship before you were forced to leave.
As slowly as possible, you inched out from under his covers and off of his bed. He stirred only once, causing your heart to stop. You held your breath and waited for him to still again before searching for your clothes. You crouched down and gathered your things as quietly as you could. Your heart was racing and you felt ill. It took everything you had to keep yourself from crying. Now was not the time to lose your grip on your emotions. Mino stirred again and you froze in fear of being caught trying to make an escape. You peered over the edge of the bed to check if he was still sleeping. He wasn’t. You fell backward, life lost. “Jesus be a biscuit!” You yelped, clutching your clothes to your body. “Going somewhere?” He asked sleepily, raising an eyebrow. Why was his voice so sexy when he woke up? Why were you even thinking his voice was sexy? You had to get out of there and fast, or you’d fall victim to his uncanny ability to get his way. His hair was sticking up in various places and you wanted to run your hands through it, but you had to leave before the spell of last night was broken. “I…uh…”
“You……”, he paused, “…had your way with me, and now you’re leaving? I’m hurt.” He rasped, hand tapping his chest as he feigned sadness. “I…uh…” You just couldn’t seem to speak to him. At least not while you were still so very naked and exposed. “M-Mino….I..gotta go.” You stood up quickly, hugging on to your close for dear life, and bolted from his room. You could hear him chuckling as you speed-walked down the hallway to the safety of your own room. You were so embarrassed that if the world ended in that moment, you would graciously accept your demise without so much as a word. You shut yourself in your room and threw your clothes on the floor. And inevitably, the overwhelming discomfiture you were pushing away consumed you. You sank down to the floor and knocked the back of your head against the door. Why had you done such a thing? Had you not, things wouldn’t have to get awkward with him. You could have gone on pretending that you didn’t like him more than a friend. You’d been doing a pretty bang up job of it as of late, and this was going to set you back so far that you weren’t sure you’d be able to get back to how things were.
A small knock on your door interrupted your self-loathing. “______________.” Why wouldn’t he just go away? Did he have to keep making things difficult? “Yes?” “Are you going to make breakfast any time soon? I’m hungry.” You snorted a short laugh and shook your head. Maybe things didn’t have to be awkward after all.
The smell of the breakfast you were cooking wafted through the house, and it was causing Mino’s stomach to growl. He lay in his bed skimming through a book he’d picked up at the second hand bookstore down the street, waiting for you to tell him he could shove food in his face. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. When he took you hiking, he had a very specific thing in mind, tell you he wanted you. But he hadn’t quite told you anything. He had, however, convinced you to stay with him, which was a step in the right direction. When you’d gotten home, he had every intention to tell you how he felt, but you looked so…vulnerable and open -which never happened with you before- that he couldn’t resist taking you to bed. Yes, things occurred in the wrong order, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him this time. So when you called him to eat, he was determined to tell you. He was definitely going to tell you. Definitely.
That was, until he rounded that corner and saw you standing there, hair in a wild looking ponytail and a pair of dark denim overalls. Who would have thought that a pair of overalls would get him to this point? His stomach was aching to be filled with food, but there was a more, pressing matter that needed attending to. “Looks delicious.” He commented, coming up behind you and placing his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you against the counter. “I-I mean…all of my food looks good.” You joked. He reached up and moved your ponytail over your shoulder, exposing your neck. “I’m not talking about the food.” He whispered, placing a kiss to your skin. You turned around to face him, and he put his hands back on the counter, ducking his head to kiss up your neck. “Mino…we can’t keep doing this. We’re….roommates..” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his middle and pulling him closer. He pulled back, “Do you want me to stop?” He asked you seriously.
A weighted silence settled between you as he stared you down. The air was charged with the kind of sexual tension that was only seen in movies. Any sudden movement would be the end of the both of you. “_____________.” He called to you, wanting to hear you tell him that you didn’t want this to stop, that you wanted him as much as he did you. “Do you want me to stop?” He repeated.
When you had met Tyler something between the two of you just clicked. You were in your junior year of high school and he was just starting college. You had just turned 16 a few months prior and he was about to be 19. 3 years isn’t a big age gap, but when it’s a high schooler and a college freshman, it was looked upon as wrong. You never told your parents about this boy you fell in love with for this exact reason.
It had been one year and 6 months since you became official and you still neglected to tell your parents about you and Tyler’s relationship.
He was no longer in college, he dropped out and that is just another thing your parents would disapprove of. You were graduating this year and you had your whole life planned. This boy stole your heart when you were planning it back in junior year, so he was in it. You were going to go to college around Columbus so you could still see Tyler and you were going to tell your parents once you go into college about the relationship. At that point you and Tyler would look at apartments to live together. Things were going to be perfect and you were going to be with the one you loved.
“So, are you excited to graduate in 3 months?” Tyler asked you as you two laid on your bed together.
“Very. You know why?”
“Because you want to tell everyone about us, move in together and live your happily ever after?” he said.
“How did you know?”
“You’ve told me a time or twenty.” he shrugged. “And you know what? I’m going to make that happily ever after a reality.” he said kissing your temple.
“You the sweetest thing ever.” you placed a kiss to his lips.
“And you’re the prettiest thing ever.”
“Stop, no I’m not.” you rolled your eyes.
“Why would I lie to you. You’re stunning Y/N and I love you.” he said holding you closer.
“I know you wouldn’t lie, but I just don’t feel it. I just don’t see myself going anywhere in life and I’m just going to be ugly and old.” You said sitting up on your bed.
Tyler sat up next to you and wrapped you in his arms. “Never say you’ll be a nobody. You have dreams and your going to accomplish anything life throws at you.” He told you and you tried to Listen but your mind was stopping you.
You hated this about yourself. Ever since middle school you had doubted your potential in life. You saw yourself as ugly, stupid, talentless. You tried to listen to people around you telling you how your more than what you make yourself out to be, but the voices in your head took over your life.
Before you met Tyler you were very depressed. You had no motivation and all you wanted to do was die and cry. When you had met Tyler something about him made you happier. You felt safe with him and as if he would protect you from your own thoughts. When you were with him he distracted you the voices telling you to give up.
“How do you know? I mean life is unpredictable and you never really know what will happen.” you said.
“Because you’re strong and you’re going to be someone important in life. You’re right you can’t predict things, but you can dream things and aim to achieve them.” he said making you smile.
“Thanks. I love you.” you said kissing him.
“I love you too.” he said kissing you again and you you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Shit, you have to hid. My parents are going to see you in here and kill you.” you said pushing Tyler off the bed and into your closet.
You quickly shut the closet door with Tyler inside as there was a knock on the door.
“Yeah?” you answered while opening the door.
“Is everything okay in here? I heard you talking.” your mother questioned looking past you into the room.
“Yeah, just picking up my room and singing to myself.” you lied as your father appeared over your mother’s shoulder and cleared his throat.
“We’re leaving in a minute. Do we need to go over the rules again?” he said and you rolled your eyes.
“No, you’ve told me for the past 2 weeks. No boys, no parties, no leaving the house. Check in with you every morning and night, don’t make a mess, and keep the doors locked.” you recited all the rules they told you.
“I’ll be fine, now go before you miss your flight.” you said pushing them down the hall and down the stairs.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay in this house for a week? I can set up for the neighbors to check on you.” your mother offered picking up her purse before leaving the house.
“I think she’ll be fine honey. She’s 17, we can trust her.” your father insisted trying to hurry out the door.
“Listen to dad, I’ll be fine. I love you guys, enjoy your vacation.”
“Love you too sweetie.” you mother said kissing you on the cheek and walking out the door.
“Don’t get in any trouble kid.” you father said walking out behind your mother.
“I’ll try.” you joked then closed the door.
You went to the living room where you could see through the window. You waved to them as they pulled away from the house and watched them to make sure they didn’t turn around. After a few more moments of no sight of their car you went upstairs and opened the closet to see Tyler just standing there.
“They’re gone, you can come out now.” you said and he sat down next to you on the bed.
“You were picking up your room and singing?” Tyler questioned as he followed you back to the bed.
“I had to lie.”
“Y/N I’ve never heard you sing in the year and a half we’ve been dating and your room is spotless all the time. You need to lie a bit better.” he laughed.
“Well maybe you’ll hear me sing when you’re here. After all we’ll be spending the next 8 days together. Alone.” you said kissing him.
“I can’t wait to wake up with you in my arms every morning and sing you to sleep at night.” he said kissing you again.
“God I don’t know how but every time you say something like that my heart beats faster for you.”
“Every time I look into the eyes of yours my heart beats fast for you.” he said staring into your eyes.
After a minute you broke the loving stare he had with you “Enough of this sappy love stuff and let’s go downstairs and watch a movie.”
Tyler followed you downstairs and into your living room where you plopped onto the couch.
“So this is your house, huh?” he joked sitting next to you.
He had never seen more than your room. He had to sneak in a lot. That’s what your relationship mostly consisted of, sneaking around. Tyler had an apartment with a few roommates, so you would go there and say you were going to one of your friends houses.
“Very funny.” you said sarcastically, putting on the movie then leaning back into his chest.
You loved the times you got to spend with Tyler like these. It was just relaxing and you felt so loved by him. The other times you spent with Tyler were when he would party. You guys would get drunk and just have fun with a bunch of his friends. Those times you didn’t like as much. Tyler was the best thing ever all the time, but you couldn’t help but feel like the spark dies a bit when he’s drunk. It just feels like he forgets who he is when he drinks.
Once the movie credits started rolling you realized Tyler was asleep above you. You snuck out of his arms careful not to wake him. You went to the kitchen to make some dinner. It was sort of late to eat, but you knew Tyler would wake up and want food. You put a frozen pizza in the oven and sat on a stool at the counter. You heard shuffling in the other room and soon Tyler joined you in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your torso and put his head on your shoulder.
“Did you enjoy your nap?” you asked turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.
He smiled down at you and kissed your lips.
“The nap was great, but it’s even better waking up to you and not having to worry about being caught. It gives me a glimpse at our future.” he said sitting in the stool that you were sitting in before. You sat in his lap and waited for the timer to go off on the oven.
“I have a question or you?” he started no longer sounding as happy as before.
“What?” you asked facing him and playing with his hair. It always soothed him when you would play with his hair.
“Do you like the music I make? I mean be truthful, don’t sugar coat anything.” he said.
“I love the things you create Ty. Where’s all this doubt coming from?” you asked holding his face so he would look you in the eyes.
“Doesn’t matter. I love you.” he said and kissed you again, you pulled away once the timer went off.
“Well I think anything you create is amazing. Just don’t give up, I feel like you might end up going somewhere with this. I really don’t understand why you don’t believe in yourself babe.” you said getting up when the timer for the pizza went off.
“You know, I was just overthinking things.” he said and you dropped the topic knowing he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.
You put a plate in of pizza in front of Tyler then sat on the stool next to him.
“Thanks babe.” he said. “So you think it’ll go somewhere?” he asked after a minute.
“I know so. You’re so talented. You just have to remember to believe you can do it.” you said placing a kiss to his cheek.
After you cleaned up the small mess you made Tyler went out to his car to grab his bag of things for the week.
Your phone started to ring as your mother called you.
“Hey what’s up?”
“Hi honey, we just got to our hotel. How are things going there?”
“Great just headed to bed now.” you said and you heard Tyler enter the house again. You were hoping he wouldn’t make a noise and he would realize you were on the phone, but he didn’t.
“Honey I’m home.” he joked and laughed to himself walking into the kitchen.
“Who was that? Is someone there with you?” you mother questioned.
Tyler noticed you were on the phone and mouth a ‘sorry’. “ No I left the t.v. on downstairs. I’m going to turn it off now.” you lied.
“Okay honey. Call us if you need anything. We love you.” you mom said.
“Love you too mom. Tell dad I said hi.” you said then hung up the phone.
“Sorry.” Tyler said again once he was sure you were off the phone.
“No big deal, just be careful next time. They’re probably gonna call 3-5 times a day. They can be a little over protective.”
“What do you say we head upstairs and go to bed, it’s kinda late and you have school in the morning.”
“I know. Are you sure you’ll be fine here all day?” you asked feeling a bad the alone time you got was going to be cut down even more.
“I’ll find something to do. Maybe I’ll find and read your diary.” he joked.
“I’m not 12 Tyler. I don’t have a diary. Just pictures of us under my bed.” you said leading him back upstairs
“Wait really?” he asked.
“No comment.” you replied while getting undressed and putting on pajama short and a sports bra.
“God that looks hot on you.” Tyler said biting his lower lip slightly.
“Tyler stop. Get in bed and sleep. I have to be up at 6 in the morning.” you said pulling back the covers.
Tyler climbed in and pulled you down on top of him. When you went to move he held you tighter.
“No stay.” he said and you giggled while closing your eyes.
“I love you Y/N. Good night.” he said sleepily.
“I love you too.” you replied and sleep took over the both of you, the sound of his heart beating soothing you.
Most of you time with Tyler was sneaking around, with his friends, or partying. When you finally got to relax with your boyfriend, you realized how much you loved him and how much he meant to you.
A/N- this is the edited version of I think I called it all falls apart. If you read that one read this one. It will make better sense for the rest of the series.
It is late and it is raining. Pitter-pat on
the top of the tile of the café down the corner. I had gone there looking for a
quiet place where to write. The house seemed oppressive these days. Too many
memories enclosed in such a small space seems to fill my brain with endless
static. Hard to come up with anything more than a blinking cursor in an empty computer
page. Anyway I guess it was good for me to be out and about and the coffee here
was pretty good even if I had been sitting here for over an hour and had not
written really anything. My editor would be thrilled, I was sure! Fast approaching
fifty and divorced with bills to pay I had to get my act together soon, I knew.
Have you ever seen those scenes in movies where everything seems to go into
slow motion? Well, I always thought it was gross exaggeration or preposterous
delusion to get suckers to believe in all that romance crap they sell to starry-eyed
teenagers that don’t know what love is really like except for the tiny fact
that it was happening to me right now! I mean you don’t exactly know when you
are gonna be pole-axed by the universe but definitely I didn’t see this one coming
when I walked out the door of my townhouse this afternoon.
It was her laughter. Damn! It had always
been her laughter ever since that day 30 years ago when I meet her. She was
laughing like that right now. The moment I heard that throaty bubbling
champagne that seemed to fill the room I lifted my head and like a heat seeking
missile was locked on her face. All of the sudden time seemed to stop. She was
coming through the door and the ringing bells that signal the entrance of new
customers seem to also herald her entrance back into my life. Her black hair
still worn long though I could see the silver strands that now graced her hair.
Still the same soft looking mahogany skin and though I was sitting too far away
to see if there were any wrinkles lining that face I used to know better than
my own. Her deep brown eyes still glowing when she laughed. Why had I ever let
her go? I hadn’t thought about her in so many years and yet one glimpse and my
dumb heart forgot its serene dignity acquired with the platina of age and it
started to beat like a teenagers’ again. Hoping I had remembered to take my blood
pressure pills this morning I couldn’t help but stare.
Out of all the coffee houses I could’ve
walked to drink this coffee and I had to walk into this one. Marissa hadn’t
wanted to get her hair wet. Claimed that hairstylist god Roberto would have her
hide if she got her hair wet after her perm so she dragged me by the hand into
this coffee house she claimed served the best coffee west of Manhattan. Marissa
was telling me about the latest antics of Sara, her grandchild of two, who
thought it was a good idea to stick up marbles up her sleeping brother’s nose
when there he was, sitting in the corner
booth, his blond hair falling in disarray on that forehead of his. Glasses now
graced those blue eyes of his; funny I didn’t remember his eyes being so blue. He
was a famous author now, Alex Cross. I confess I had read his books. He was
talented, so talented. I knew it back then and now everyone knew it. I know he
had recently gotten divorced. I had read something in the paper, a brief one
paragraph article in the entertainment section of the Sunday paper. At the time
I thought it was so sad that a whole 20 years of life can be summed up and
buried in one paragraph! I mourned for him because more than anything I had
always wanted him to be happy, even if it was not with me! I had made my life
too, after him. Although at the time I swear I thought the pain would never end
but it did in a certain way. It kind of subsided from a sharp stabbing pain to
a permanent kind of ache, the kind that hits you when you have broken a bone
and it is cold. You don’t know when it will hit but you know it will, sooner or
was a grandma now! Yes, I had been married to a wonderful man that had made me
happy, given me a home, and three wonderful children who had their own children
now. He was gone now. Michael´s life cut
short by an aggressive form of brain cancer. Three months after diagnosis he
was gone. I am glad he didn´t suffer much. He had been a wonderful husband and
a doting father, yet can you truly forget your first love? I always felt guilty
that I still thought about Alex from time to time. We meet when we were so
young. Two snotty-nosed kids fresh out of high school with dreams of changing
the world. He was dirt-poor and attending college on a scholarship. I was from
a wealthy family but we couldn´t care less; we were so in love. He had always
been so focused, driven one might even say. Had even known he had wanted to
become a writer back then while I had no clue as to what I wanted to be. I
still remember the first time I saw him. He was standing in his jeans and
T-shirt with a glass of beer in his hand and he was staring at me. I had been
laughing at my roommate Jill’s jokes and had the grace to blush when I saw him
staring at me. Jill introduced us and it was, and I know this will sound corny,
but it was kind of like of magic; an instant connection, like we had known each
other all of our lives. We talked all night and by morning we knew we were in
love. I can still remember our whirlwind romance. It seem we couldn’t get enough
of each other. That feeling of first love when you feel like anything and
everything is possible!
Adriana, why did I ever let you go? I was so poor and so insecure back then.
When your father came to see me late that night to convince me to let you go
why didn’t I just shut the door in his face and tell him to go to hell? I
remember the feeling of utter defeat and loss that came over me as he left. You
had been awarded a prestigious internship in England with one of the most
famous biochemist in the world but you refused to go because you didn’t want to
leave me. You hadn’t even told me about it. You didn’t want me to feel bad,
your father explained, because you had turned it down!
“Please”, he pleaded,” you need to let her
go so she can have a shot of becoming everything she can be in life. You know
how brilliant she is. Are you willing to let her give that up for you? What can
you offer her that can substitute that? She will only resent you later. You know she
won’t go if you guys stay together. You know how stubborn she can be! She won’t
listen to me! “
Yes, I knew I had to let you go. I couldn’t
offer you anything back then. I knew someday I would be able to but that time
was not now. I knew that the only way to let you go was to break your heart. So
the next day, when you saw me kissing Jane, it was not that you had caught me
infraganti. It had been planned. That day I broke both of our hearts though you
When your eyes caught mine I automatically stood
up. You waved and smiled and came to stand in front of the table. I could see
now that not even thirty years of time could mar your incredible beauty.
She blushes. Oh my God, how I loved it when
she blushed. I still do.
“Hi!” Damn what was wrong with me? Only a
miserable hi after waiting for this moment for thirty years?
“It’s been a long time, Alex”
I swear no one could say my name like her.
The sound of it on her lips pure adrenaline that always accelerated my heartbeat
“Yes, it has Adriana. It has been too long”
I grabbed the hand she offered and turned
it around and brought it to my lips and kissed her delicately on her wrist. She
had always loved that. I could feel the subtle smell of her perfume in my
nostrils mixed with the wonderful scent of her skin. It brought back the
memories of all of those nights we spent naked, wrapped in each other’s arms. Her
skin so delicate I could feel her jittery pulse under my lips. She quickly
pulled her hand back as if stunned. Yes, it hadn’t only been me who felt the
electricity. Maybe this time around things would be different and life would
give us a fighting chance. The people who we were back then and who we were now
may be different but I knew without a doubt that this time around I would not
let her go, not without one hell of a fight!
Can you please do 2 and 9 of the college themed Au's thing for percabeth. Pleeeeease, you are like my favourite people on tumblr
My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor & Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider
Annabeth opened the door to her dorm, screamed, and immediately shut it again.
“Oh, my god,” she said, hand over her heart. “Oh god.”
The door to the room across the hall swung open and a handsome head of tousled dark hair appeared. “Who’s dying?”
“What?” Annabeth spun to face her neighbour, golden curls flying around her shoulder. She recognised him: they had a class together on Tuesday mornings and Thursday afternoons. “No, no one’s dying. I mean, maybe of embarrassment, but not actual -”
The door to her room opened and she fell silent.
Piper stood in the doorway, wearing an oversized sweater that was definitely not hers and not much else. Her hair was fluffed up on one side and flat on the other.
“Hey, Annabeth, I’m really sorry -”
“Could you, I don’t know, put a sock or something on the handle next time? Maybe?” Annabeth said. Her face was still flushed, but Piper didn’t look too fazed.
A tall blonde guy appeared over her shoulder. He looked more suitably shamed. “Sorry, Annabeth,” he said quietly.
She couldn’t look him in the eye after what she’d just seen. She wondered if she’d ever be able to look at him the same way. She doubted it.
“Jason?” her neighbour asked.
Annabeth had almost forgotten he was still standing behind her. His eyes lit up at the sight of Piper’s boyfriend standing there red faced and shirtless.
“Percy?” he asked, face flushing even redder.
“Dude,” Percy said, holding a fist up to his mouth and trying to suppress a laugh. “This is where you’ve been sneaking off to? To sleep with the girl across the hall?”
Piper frowned at being referred to as ‘the girl across the hall’. “Piper,” she said, throwing Percy a pointed look.
“Piper, hey.” Percy held out a hand for her to shake. When she ignored it he shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. “Nice to meet the one who’s been stealing my roommate.”
“Jason’s your roommate?” Annabeth asked Percy, incredulous.
Jason looked even more sheepish. “Yeah.”
“Did you know this?” Annabeth asked Piper, who just shrugged. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sleeping with our neighbour?”
“What does it matter if he’s our neighbour? I wouldn’t care if you were sleeping with Percy,” Piper said, blasé.
Annabeth glanced at Percy and felt her stomach flip. Now there was a thought. “No, that’s not - I mean, Piper…”
“We’ll put a sock on the door handle next time,” she promised. “Now, uh, we were kind of in the middle of something…”
“Ew! Ew, ew, ew, stop. Just. Stop.” Annabeth pushed her roommate back inside their dorm, which also pushed Jason in. “I don’t want to know anything about it. Just stay on your side of the room.”
Piper’s laugh was the last thing she heard before the door slammed shut. She stared at it for a second before remembering Percy was still there with her.
“Sorry,” she said, finally taking the time to properly look him over. He was taller than her, broad shouldered and with a little bit of stubble on his jaw. “I didn’t mean to… disturb you.”
He laughed. “I think you’re the one who’s been disturbed today. Sorry my roommates such a creep.”
Annabeth had never thought of Jason as a creep before, and she knew Percy was joking, but after what she’d just witnessed… Ergh. She shuddered. “Sorry my roommates such a creep, too.”
Percy laughed again. He sounded so genuinely entertained by this whole thing. “Do you wanna come in for a bit?”
Annabeth shook her head. “No, I… I’m gonna go to the library for a bit, do some study.” She pointedly did not invite him to join.
“Oh.” Percy’s face fell. “All right, then. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Yeah,” she said, hitching her bag up on her shoulder. “Sorry we met under such weird circumstances, Percy.”
“I think they call it a meet cute,” he said with a smirk.
“What?” Annabeth stared at him.
He winked and disappeared back into his apartment, leaving her standing alone in the hall. When she heard Piper moan through the closed door, Annabeth turned and ran to the library.
She was hoping that by the time she got back it’d be safe to enter her dorm, but a sock was hanging off the handle. She stared at it and swore. If Piper ever emerged from her den of inequity, Annabeth was going to kill her.
She put her back against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, drawing her knees up against her chest and letting her head fall back. What did Piper expect her to do, wait in the hallway all night? She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.
It almost worked.
But then she opened her eyes, and saw a huge, black spider on the wall just above her head.
Annabeth shot to her feet, screaming louder than she had earlier that day.
Percy’s door swung open and she scrambled through it, clutching his shoulders and pushing him in front of her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. His eyes were darting around the hall, looking for the threat. “What’s going on?”
She was too terrified to speak. She just pointed blindly in the direction of where she’d last seen the spider, still screaming.
“Are you actually dying this time?!” Percy sounded genuinely panicked. But then his shoulders relaxed under Annabeth’s grip. “Oh. It’s a spider.”
Hearing the word out loud restored her ability to speak. “Kill it!” she screamed.
He gently pried her fingers off him and stepped out into the hall, sliding his shoe off as he went. “Okay, all right, I’m gonna kill it.”
Annabeth turned away, waiting for the sound of shoe hitting the wall. When it came - once, twice, three times - she stayed turned away. It was only when she felt Percy gently grasp her shoulders that she dared open her eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, looking into her eyes. “I took care of it for you, it’s gone.”
It wasn’t gone enough. Its dead body was still curled up in the middle of the hall, where Percy had knocked it to the floor.
Annabeth felt like suddenly like she might cry. All she wanted was to go to bed.
“Can I stay with you?” she asked.
Percy looked taken aback. “Huh?”
“On your floor,” she clarified. “Can I sleep on your floor?”
He looked over her shoulder to the sock on the door. “Oh. They’re still at it, are they? Yeah, sure, come on in.”
He gestured for her to head properly into his dorm and shut the door behind him. Annabeth sighed with relief as he hurriedly scooped up a pile of clothes off his bed and threw them into his laundry basket.
“Oh, wait,” she said, darting after the laundry.
Percy looked terribly confused, but when she held up a relatively clean looking sock, he grinned. “Good idea.”
Annabeth put it on the handle of his door before shutting it again. “Hopefully now they won’t disturb us,” she said, smiling at Percy.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, uninterrupted sleep is very important. That’s why, ah, you can take Jason’s bed. If you’d like. You don’t have to sleep on the floor, I mean.”
And she really had intended to sleep in Jason’s bed - but then they’d started watching Netflix, and Percy had been so warm and comfortable, Annabeth just couldn’t help falling asleep on his shoulder.
And the sock must have worked, because when she woke up in the morning she was still curled up in Percy’s arms, and Jason and Piper were nowhere to be seen. Annabeth smiled to herself and went back to sleep.
Amelie finds out later she works at a local coffee shop, again, more running around, the girl never stopped. She thrived when it was busy, the chaos running on adrenaline at all times. Amelie happened to be there when she witnessed the girl change out of her uniform and straight into her jogging apparel, beginning her usual routine of running around the neighborhood several times before the sun went down.
The days went on and she found herself also falling into a routine.
Seeing that usual bright yellow hoodie whiz by the studio window while she worked, then the yellow blur of a human being would backpedal, making sure it was safe to not disrupt the class to say hi, then be on her way. Soon Amelie would time her, purposely taking a short break around the time she would appear.
Although they never spoke directly in days, they still communicated. Either through the window miming a greeting, waving as she passed by the balcony as the roommates shared a smoke break, or her personal favorite, having her usual coffee order ready and waiting before she even reached the cashier.
“It’s an easy order” she shrugged,” Not surprised in the slightest you like it black as the pits”
“Merci Lena” she purred, casually taking a seat, possibly enjoying that blush return a little too much.
At one instance she winked, the poor barista had to step into the kitchen for a breather.
I should probably write more often than I do, but anyway here’s a roommate!Calum imagine and I hope you like it.peaceof5sos I know you wanted roommate!5sos blurbs, which is what this original was supposed to be, but I got carried away…oops
For the past few months I had been living with my friend Calum because I’d had a falling out with my parents, so I needed somewhere to stay. Calum had a spare room so he let me move in until I found somewhere else.
Instead of paying rent I bought food and cooked us meals.
I had just come in from shopping and was in the process of unpacking all the food when Calum started helping me. He never helped with the food side of things, so I immediately knew something was up.
‘Is everything okay Cal?’ I asked, putting some cheese and milk in the fridge.
'Yeah, well I’ve been thinking about something Y/N.’ He said, seeming uncertain of his thoughts.
'Okay, like…?’ I tried to prompt him.
He put down the bread that he was holding and turned to look at me.
'You can live here permanently, I mean if you want to. It’s been great having someone to live with because honestly I was lonely after Luke moved out and I’ve enjoyed the company. Also, you’re really cool and I’ve loved you being here. I don’t want you to leave Y/N.’ He rushed out.
I just stared at him because I wasn’t expecting him to be so open.
'Really? You want me to stay?’ I asked as hope began to creep into my tone.
'Yes, I love living with you and if you like it here then why bother finding somewhere else when you have a place here with me.’ He said. His brown eyes looked so genuine and today his hair had dried curly, which made him look slightly younger and very adorable.
I let out a sigh of relief and nearly knocked him over as rushed to hug him. At first he was tense with shock but his body soon relaxed and he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me slightly.
'Thank you so much Cal. I didn’t want to move out either.’ I whispered in his ear.
He helped me finish putting the shopping away and I started to cook us a meal. After the meal we decided to watch a film together, so we got comfy with pillows and blankets.
Just as the opening credits began he paused the TV and turned to face me again. For the second time in the same day he looked extremely nervous about what he was about to say.
'Y/N, there’s another reason why I didn’t want you to move out.’ He said as a blush began to spread over his cheeks.
'What was it Cal?’ I asked, genuinely curious.
'I really like you Y/N and I would miss you like hell if you moved out.’ He said, staring into my eyes. He wasn’t joking, his tone was completely serious.
'What?’ I said. Confusion settled over me.
'I’d miss the look of concentration on your face as you cook, or the way you look in the morning before you get ready or the way you’ll refuse to go to bed even though you’re practically falling asleep on the couch.’ He chuckled. 'I really like you Y/N and I was wondering if you wanted to try and be more than friends who are just roommates?’ He asked.
My face was glowing with happiness and the words he said tugged the corners of my mouth into a smile.
Instead of replying to him I leaned in and delicately kissed his soft lips. He understood my answer and cupped the side of my face with his hand.
He pulled back and searched my face to make sure this was definitely what I wanted. When he was reassured he pulled me into him so I was curled up at his side with my head resting on his chest whilst he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Then he kissed the top of my head and played the film.
At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke up in Calum’s arms as he carried me to my bed. He laid me in it and helped me pull my sheets over my body and tucked me in.
'Goodnight princess.’ He said as he swiftly kissed my lips.
“I brought you some more ice chips,” Owen offered as he
entered her patient room, the lights still off from yesterday, “How are you
feeling?” Amelia didn’t respond, focusing all of her attention on staring out the
window as rain slapped against it, the only light source in her room.
“Well, I’ll just leave this here,” he murmured, setting the
cup down on her side table, “Try to get some rest.”
Amelia rolled her eyes and snidely commented, in a hoarse
voice, “What else am I supposed to do?”
Owen raised his eyebrows in slight shock, trying his best to
ignore her aggravated demeanour, “I didn’t think of that, actually.”
“Surprise, surprise,” she remarked, sighing deeply.
“I’ll check back with you tomorrow,” Owen said with a smile
instead of saying what was on his mind. He couldn’t blame her for being angry
right now, she had every right to be, in her condition. He had to do everything
in his power not to blow fuse, though, reminding himself that it was probably
just post-op depression and anger and that it would go away eventually.
“Bring me some drugs when you come back,” Amelia told him as
he walked away.
“That’s not funny,” he scolded her, a chill running down his
back. More drugs?
“I didn’t think so either,” she responded. Then, in a small
voice, she asked, “When were you planning to tell me?”
“About?” Owen continued, feigning ignorance.
“The oxycodone prescription,” Amelia said, still facing away
from him, “The high doses of morphine. The drugs you’ve been shooting me up
with, behind my back.”
“Nelson recommended it,” Owen defended, “He said that it
would be more harmful if you weren’t on them.”
“You signed off on it. You made the final decision. I can’t
believe that you, of all people, someone I thought I could trust with this part
of my life,” she whispered, “would go behind my back and do this to me.”
“Amelia,” he began, at a loss for words, “if you think this
was an easy-“
“Leave,” she told him, “And don’t come back.”
Owen sighed and scratched the back of his neck, begging,
“Why are you still here?” He felt the poison in her words
and knew that there was no changing her position on this topic. So, he left the
room, closing the door behind him.
“No sexual harassment comments today, Dr. Shepherd?” Isaac
joked as he checked her vitals and incisions.
“Do you want me to sexually harass you?” Amelia asked,
following the light as she was instructed.
“Uh, do you want to sexually harass me?” Isaac grinned and
shrugged. Amelia looked at him with cold, blue eyes, and Isaac got the message.
“Anyway, a nurse should be here in the next hour to take off
the head bandage for good, but the stitches will remain,” he said, “There’s no
puss or infection so that’s good. Dr. Edwards said that your physical therapist
should be coming in tomorrow to start you on a program.”
“I’d much rather stay in the comfort of this bed,” she
disclosed, pulling the sheets closer to her chest in an attempt to stay warm.
Her arm was itching and the cast didn’t make it very easy for her to access the
“Well,” Isaac said with enthusiasm, “What doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger.”
“What doesn’t kill me,” Amelia said in an emotionless voice,
“should’ve tried harder.”
“Edwards,” Owen called Stephanie, grabbing her by her arm
and pulling her closer to the OR board, “How is Amelia?”
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Stephanie questioned
“She doesn’t want to see me,” Owen told her. Stephanie was
all too familiar with their back and forth, on and off relationship.
“She’s tired from PT, so she’s been sleeping for most of the
day,” she explained.
“How far did she walk?” he asked.
“She got to the arm chair easily, but getting back was
harder,” she said, “Her coordination definitely suffered a blow from the
“That’s still good,” Owen praised with an adoring smile.
“I’ve spent a lot of my hours working under Dr. Shepherd,”
Stephanie said, straying off topic, “Long enough to know that when she pushes
someone away, that’s when she needs them most.”
“All I’ve brought in her life is pain,” Owen dismissed, “She
doesn’t want or need me.” He excused himself before Stephanie could respond.
“God, that looks much less painful when we do it to
patients,” Amelia complained after the nurse pulled the tube out of her nose.
“Yeah,” the nurse agreed with a comforting smile, “I’m going
to remove the tube in your stomach now. You can look away if you want.”
“I’m fine,” Amelia assured her. However, when she began
pulling the tube out, Amelia looked away and closed her eyes, taking deep
breaths until the nurse signalled that she was finished.
“There,” the nurse said, “Now you look normal again.”
“Save for the fact that I have a bald patch at the back of
my head,” she retorted, “and a gaping hole in my stomach.” The nurse laughed
and shook her head, excusing herself.
“I’ll be back tomorrow to take you to your new room,” she
said on her way out.
“My new room?” Amelia asked, “What’s wrong with this one?”
The nurse pretended not to hear, humming a tune to block out Amelia’s voice.
“I am not depressed,” Amelia said for the fifth time as
they, against her will, wheeled her to her new room, “I don’t need company. I
have you, the hospital staff and Lucifer as company.”
“Ha ha. Coming into your room for a half hour every 6 hours
is not company,” Stephanie replied as she followed her patient bed, “All you do
is stare at the ceiling all day, which is commendable in terms of patience and
meditation, but creepy.”
“Have you ever thought that maybe I like to stare at the ceiling while contemplating all the wrong
choices I’ve made in my life?” Amelia queried, “Maybe I’m thinking about all
the great sex I’ve had, or talking to my Lord and Saviour, Lucifer, you don’t
know what I was thinking about. Plus, what if I don’t like this new, end of
life roommate that you’re pairing me with?”
“Stop making Lucifer jokes,” Stephanie laughed, “He isn’t
on end of life care, and he’s very nice.”
“I hate you,” Amelia dramatized, “You should’ve let me bleed
“Saying that doesn’t help your “I’m not depressed” campaign.”
Amelia rolled her eyes and folded her one good hand across her chest. When did she become such a drama queen? Stephanie
“Cross told me what you said on Monday. About what didn’t
kill you, should’ve tried harder,” Stephanie said as they entered her new room,
“And you’re trying to convince me that you’re not at all depressed? Not even
after you found out about the pain medication?”
“I was joking!” Amelia exclaimed, putting on a fake grin,
“See? I’m happy. I’m made 50% of morphine right now and I’m a drug addict. How
could I not be happy?”
“Oh, now I completely believe you,” Stephanie sarcastically
remarked as they turned Amelia’s bed around and positioned it against the wall,
“Say hello to your new roommate.” Stephanie pulled the curtain, which separated
the two, to the side, revealing a man that looked like he was in his late 60’s.
“Hi there, sweetheart,” the man said in one of those
comforting, old people voices that Amelia hated, “I’m Pascale.”
Amelia looked at him and then back at Stephanie, “How is he not on end of life treatment?”
Nico decided he took too many catnaps during the day. He really couldn’t help it—he was only taking twelve hours this semester, so it left him with a lot of free time after binge watching old TV shows from the 1940s and the occasional studying. While his body urged him to do something more active, Nico decided naps were a better way to go.
Yet at 2AM on a—Tuesday? Tuesday—it was sensible for Nico to be asleep. Except he wasn’t.
“My house has had paranormal experiences before, although my mom and her roommate have experienced more than me. My mom has seen a figure she thought was me, a saw hanging on the garage wall started swinging with no wind, banging on my bedroom wall at night with the other side of it a dark empty garage, etc.
But by far the most horrifying experience was the one I had. I don’t remember why but I’ve always had this puppet/creepy dummy thing given to me as a child. When we moved to this house I put it and a lot of other belongings under my bed and forgot about them. (my bed frame was tall and basically a bed on top of a giant dresser/storage compartment. The doll was stuffed under a lot of things.)
Nobody even knew it was down there except me. It was around the time the paranormal things started to peak, I came home from school one day in broad daylight (6th grade). The door was always locked and I was always the last one to leave and the first to get home.
When I got to my bedroom, the puppet was sitting upright on the edge of my bed with its long legs dangling over it, staring right at me. I’ll never forget it. I called my mom saying what a funny joke that was. Neither her or her roommate said they did it and denied everything. No further explanation was found.
However, a couple months later when cleaning out the basement we found a weird symbol on the wall of a storage room appear randomly, when putting the description into google, it was a symbol belonging to some kind of demon/ demon worship. I quickly blocked it out of my mind and forgot about it. I think we all wanted to for the sake of our sanity.
I truly believe (some) things like this thrive off fear, negative energy and/or the belief we put in them. I think the more we talk about it, the more power we give it. I think the reason we haven’t had any sort of activity in a long time is because of that.
Bellarke AU prompt where Bellamy keeps on bailing on his friends invites to parties so he can keep on accidentally running into the cute blonde at the local library
I hope you enjoy this! I had way too much fun writing Octavia and Miller in this fic…
“Come on, Blake, this is apparently the party of the century. Why aren’t you excited about this?” Miller questioned, flopping down on the couch next to him. Bellamy barely looked up over the book in his lap, appraising him for only a second before shrugging his shoulders and looking away. “Thank you for clearing all of that up, it’s very helpful, really.”
“I’ve got an assignment due, ok? I know you don’t give a shit about your classes but some of us have to pass.” Bellamy closed his book and shoved it in his backpack only a foot or so away. Miller whistled low underneath his breath, eyeing him pointedly.
“Wow, something has got you all worked up.”
“I’m sorry man.” Bellamy grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, halting in his actions and giving a small smile in his direction. “I’m just stressed, I promise I’ll come to the next one, but right now I’ve got to go to the library.”
“You hate the library.” Bellamy rolled his eyes, but Miller sensed something off in his best friend. This hadn’t been the first outing he’d turned down recently, and it just wasn’t like him.
“I don’t hate the library. Right now, it’s a hell of a lot quieter than here and there are books I can actually use on this project.”
“Are you sure? Because I remember you saying it’s a Hell on-”
“Miller,” Bellamy began, his hand already on the door handle, “please drop it.”
Tony gave you a Bucky Bear for your birthday as a joke. Nonetheless, you slept with it every now and then- mostly on sleepless nights. You were sound asleep, cuddling it, when the Sam, Steve, and Bucky sneaked into your room, pancakes in hand.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” They shouted excitedly. You sat upright, flinging your Bucky Bear across the room. It bounced off the wall and landed at their feet.
They bursts into laughter at the sight of it. “Y/N, is that what I think it is?” Steve asked curiously, picking it up. He hasn’t seen one of these in a long time, the last one being displayed in the Smithsonian exhibit.
You groaned, throwing the covers over yourself and burying your head under your pillow. You forgot it was your birthday last night when you grabbed it. You’ve been good at keeping it a secret from Sam, Steve, and Bucky, them being your roommates…. until now.
“AwwwW, do you sleep with it at night?” Sam teased.
“Where did you even get it?” Bucky wondered aloud with a smirk.
“Tony gave it to me for my birthday as a joke,” your voice muffled under the pillow.
“That’s adorable,” Steve said teasingly.
You flung your pillow at your three roommates. “GET OUT!” you screeched.
“Happy Birthday Y/N,” Sam joked before exiting the room. The three of them left the room, closing the door behind them.
You huffed, flopping back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling. Your body filled with embarrassment. You groaned when your stomach rumbled. You haven’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday.
One hour later, you popped your head out of your bedroom door to see the coast was clear. On the kitchen table were your pancakes and your Bucky Bear. You grabbed the food and bear before fleeing to your room, slamming the door behind you.
What if Eren makes Levi breakfast but he fucks up by burning everything Levi pretends to eat it but Levi makes Hanji eat it
Levi and Hanji are roommates (they’re my brotp) and one night Eren stays over, for some frickle frackle.
Hanji doesn’t care. She’s just chill and probably buys them condoms as a joke.
So early in the morning, Levi wakes up to the smell of burning pancakes and runs into the kitchen. Eren is wearing his shirt, a cute white button-up, and Hanji is just hanging out at the table with a cup of coffee.
And Levi is just “What the fuck?”
“Eren wanted to make you breakfast.”
And Eren smiles all big and proud and serves a plate of charcoal pancakes. And Levi stares at it and looks back to Eren. And he’s all expectant and happy and beaming.
So Levi sits down and takes a bite and forces himself not to spit it out. And he nods and is like “It’s good.”
And Eren gets hella happy. So he decides to run off to shower (because he didn’t shower the night before) and Levi shoves it ALL to Hanji.
“Just eat it, please, okay?”
“What? No, it’s burned!”
“I’ll buy groceries for the next month.”
“Fine.” And that’s how Hanji ate the charcoal pancakes.