Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.
Word Count: 1,340
Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)
A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading. _________________________
“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months.
You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness.
You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.
May Santa bring you all the love and the happiness you deserve.
Merry Christmas everyone ♡
They had just begun the aperitif when her mobile phone buzzed in the pocket of her skirt.
Riko uncharacteristically snorted after reading her best friend’s message, earning a not-so-happy but curious look from her mother. She waved one of her hands, apologetic, before placing her phone back on her lap. She knew she didn’t need to have it with her on Christmas Eve, but she also knew that You was going to send her texts, asking for her support while they were apart, both spending Christmas Eve with their respective families.
You had never been fond of Christmas. Riko knew it was because of her father’s absence. He suddenly left, when You was 10 years old, on Christmas Eve, and never came back. He had never been the perfect father, someone who was here for his wife and only daughter -no, far from it. His passion for boats and the sea itself ate him alive, stole him, so much that he was always elsewhere, on a trip on his own boat. Her wife accepted it, raising their child alone, and always trying to convince herself that one day, he would be here with her and little You.
It happened. Several times a year ; but only for celebrations. It was enough, though. You was always happy to see her father come back -she had always looked up to him. She had always idolized him, his freedom, due to her mother mollycoddling her.
But one day, he left, and for real this time, leaving a deep hole in You’s heart.
Riko snapped out of her reverie when she felt someone gently shaking her arm. It was her cousin, way younger than her, pointing at her mother, who sat in front of her across the table. She signed, 'Who was it?’ -and Riko only traced an anchor in the middle of her collarbone as an answer.
A soft smile from her mother and Riko brightened, clearly knowing that even if it was the aperitif, she had the right to reply to You for the moment. She received a text almost immediately after sending her own answer : 'help me riko-chan’. She giggled, asked how she could help her.
But her eyes widened at You’s third text.
'tell me where u r’
'You-chan, don’t tell me you want to come ?’
'ya’ -and Riko’s golden eyes widened once again.
'But You-chan, I’m in Atami at my aunt’s place, it’s too far !’
She did not have the time to answer that You had already sent her another text, 'ill be fine ill see u after dinner’
But You never typed a seventh message.
Riko hastily grabs her scarf and her jacket as she rushes to the door … Only to be interrupted by her mother, who has just grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop dead in her track.
“Where are you going? It’s past midnight and we haven’t even eaten the Yule log!”
Riko lipreads and quickly signs, 'I’ll explain later, please Mama, I’ll stay in front of the portal’. The adult frowns and reluctantly lets go of her daughter, who gives up and draws the anchor on her collarbone for the second time that night. Her mother arches an eyebrow, surprised, and Riko nods one last time before dashing outside.
'You are crazy You-chan, do you know that’, Riko wildly signs once the door has closed behind her, while she approaches her panting ashen haired best friend, who has just gotten off her bike. 'What about your mother, have you at least told her?’
Under the orangey street light, You nervously rubs the back of her head while giggling -and these are the kind of moments when Riko regrets being deaf.
“I’m sorry, but I really wanted to see you,” Riko lipreads, and her features considerably soften.
'You-chan, you idiot’, the red haired girl signs, before playfully slapping You’s shoulder, eliciting another silent giggle.
“I’m glad I came here, though,” You tenderly smiles at her and, without warning, wraps her arms around the deaf girl, pulling her into a hug.
Riko does not react at first, completely caught off guard, but she soon returns the embrace, her arms now around You’s shoulders whereas she has found a spot in her neck, tucking her head right here. They stay in this position, You basking in Riko’s warmth, and Riko enjoying the slowdown of You’s heartbeat against her nose -she has ridden her bike from her house to here, after all. The golden eyed girl smiles when a light peck is planted on her hair, and she replies with a soft one on You’s jawline, before the two girls face each other.
Sweet looks are exchanged, shy smiles are shared, and a light blush appears on their cheeks. As You tightens her grip around her best friend’s slender waist and whispers 'Merry Christmas’, Riko happily closes her eyes and rests her forehead against You’s, both ignorant of the first snowflakes dancing around them.
Apparently I’m in a writing mood today! LOL. Well, considering how bad my writer’s block can get, I’m rolling with it.
I know you all must know by now that I’m obsessed with Zig, but once upon a time I had my MC date both Chris and James. James was the most recent relationship and I really liked being with him. In fact, he’s still my preferred LI as opposed to Chris. So here’s a little something involving James and my MC and it’s related to the bar scene that took place in the last chapter update. This story takes place the day after that night out with Zig.
In this story I imagine my MC didn’t cheat with Zig but the situation did make her realize that she’s unhappy. And I’m going to try to stick to using pronouns for my MC instead of her name to hopefully help the story feel readable to everyone. Okay, here we go!
Last night had been one of the longest nights ever. She’d spent time with a new friend, vented her feelings, stayed up late contemplating her life, and woke up with a renewed purpose. Which was why she found herself entering the faculty office building at this ungodly hour the next morning.
Tired and frustrated, she walked into Vasquez’ office and saw James on the phone. He shot her a quick glance as he motioned for her to sit down. It sounded like he was talking with Yasmin again. She sighed deeply and stared down at her hands balled in her lap. She tried her best to look calm but the deep worry and sadness must’ve been written all over her face.
“Hey, Yasmin, can I call you back? Something important just came up.”
She looked up at him in surprise as he abruptly ended his call, his concerned gaze focused on her. As soon as he hung up, he jumped up from his seat and perched himself in the chair next to her, clasping her hands in his.
“What’s wrong? Tell me what happened.”
Her eyes immediately filled with tears and they spilled down her cheeks silently.
“James, I don’t think this is going to work.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Us. I don’t think we’re going to work.”
James squeezed her hands and sighed deeply.
“Look, I know this is going to be a challenge. It’s really starting to look like I’ll be leaving soon and I’m worried about us too. But we have to at least try. And we have to make the most of the time I’m still here.”
She angrily wrenched her hands away from his and stood to her feet, pacing. “That’s just it! You’re not here! To me, it’s like you’re already gone!”
James pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “If this is about last night-”
“Of course it’s about last night! And the night before that and the night before that! It’s about every day and every hour that you’re in here writing and talking to Yasmin and all I get is a hasty ‘see ya later’ or a quick text sent to me as an afterthought.”
James narrowed his eyes. “I told you, I’m not interested in Yasmin.”
“I don’t care about that, James! I care about the fact that we haven’t sat down and talked in a week! We’re already growing apart and you haven’t even left yet. What do you think will happen when you actually leave?!”
James remained silent, an unreadable expression on his face, as she continued.
“Last night, when you left me by myself at the party, so did everyone else. If it wasn’t for Zig feeling bad for me and offering to hang out, I would’ve been completely alone.”
“I’m sorry…” he trailed off half-heartedly.
“I’m not telling you that to get an apology. I’m trying to show you how messed up things are with us right now. I’m so far off your radar that, not only were you about to leave the party without saying goodbye to me, but you didn’t even think to make sure I had someone with me.”
She sat back down, this time taking his hands in hers.
“I’ve tried to be understanding of your situation. I feel like I’ve given you all the space and time you could ever need to work on your screenplay and make arrangements for your move. But it feels like the more space I give you, the more you keep taking.”
She paused to swipe at the tears still streaming down her cheeks.
“I love you and I know you love me. I’m just not sure you have room in your life for me anymore.”
James lowered his head in defeat. “This is my fault.”
When he finally looked back up, his eyes were red rimmed. “Is there anything I can do to convince you to give me another chance? I’m not ready to give up on us yet.”
She released his hands and stood. “Honestly, I don’t know. I just need some time and space to think.”
He stood after her, gently grasping her arm. “Before you go, can I say something?”
She nodded, turning to face him. He released a shuddering breath before continuing.
“I need you. As much as I want to pursue this opportunity, I always pictured you with me when I did. And I’m not even sure I can do it without you. You’ve been there through everything. In fact, it was your hard work, single handedly putting on that play last semester, that made this possible.”
He gently cupped her cheek. “I’m sorry I’ve made you feel unimportant and pushed you away. I’m afraid to fail so I force myself to give everything I have to compensate. But none of that matters if you’re not there.”
She clutched the the hand cradling her face, then intertwined her fingers with his as he continued.
“As long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy. Even if I’m not the one you choose to be with. But, please let me try again. I don’t want to take a break. We barely have any time as it is. Just let me show you how serious I am about what we have. And, if you still aren’t happy with me after that, then we can go our separate ways.”
He looked desperately into her eyes and she paused before eventually nodding.
“Okay, James. Okay.”
He pulled her into a firm hug and she buried her face in his shirt. It was her feeble attempt to muffle the sobs trying to escape and it just barely worked.
“I can’t believe I almost lost you. I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me,” he murmured into her hair. She nodded, finally starting to calm down and then gently pulled away from him, sniffling.
“I screwed up too. I should’ve talked to you sooner. I let this build up for too long. And last night, when I was with Zig…I just got so angry.”
James waited patiently for her to continue, his hands continuing to clutch hers.
“I just kept thinking about how he cared about me being alone last night, how he could tell something was bothering me and that I was unhappy. He’s only known me a few weeks and he could see everything. But you and I have known each other almost a full year and you seemed so oblivious.”
She paused, working around the lump in her throat, before speaking again.
“Last night I realized how miserable I’ve been and how I couldn’t keep going on like this. I honestly thought we’d have to end our relationship. I didn’t see any other option.”
She looked up into his eyes. “But, that’s not what I really want, James. So, I’m willing to try…as long as you are too.”
He nodded. “I promise you I am.”
She smiled. “I’m glad. I know you have a lot going on with this movie deal. So do what you need to do. Just don’t forget about me.”
It was then that he bent down toward her, gently pressing his lips to hers. When they parted, he wiped away a stray tear still lingering on her cheek.“There’s no way I could ever forget about you.”
They embraced once more before she backed away toward the door. “I know I interrupted you earlier. I’ll go so you can get back to work.”
“No. Don’t go. I do have to call Yasmin back but after that, I’d like to spend the day with you.”
Her mouth dropped open. “James, I know we just talked about this and everything but you don’t have to stop working for me.”
“Truthfully, Yasmin told me I’m kind of driving her crazy with how stressed out I am about working on this screenplay, which is kind of shocking considering what a workaholic she is. Anyway, she made me promise to relax for at least one day, so why not make it today? Do you have any plans?”
She grinned. “I guess I do now. Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. I’ve been planning to do this since last term but the movie deal came up and everything went sideways. I plan to make up for that now.”
He grabbed up his cell phone. “Let me get this call over with and then we’ll go.”
He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
They stood together for a moment, foreheads touching and a shared breath between them, before he pulled away and gazed into her eyes.
“Thank you for being patient with me. I don’t deserve you.”
She smiled, reaching up to give him one last peck on the lips before he got back on the phone. She was admittedly more than a little nervous about their future but also glad they’d finally talked. She had more hope now than she had in the past two months.
And, regardless of how things turned out, she knew her feelings for James were real and worth fighting for.
Achilles stopped mid turn of the lock when he heard footsteps coming up towards where he stood at the entrance of his dance studio. “I’m sorry,” he called out without looking around for anyone near him. “The dance studio is closed. Please come back during operation hours.”
Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries
Pete was born in the early 1800’s. If he thinks back really hard, he can remember his parents, his brother, his friends and family. It isn’t until the early 2000’s that he finds him again, the a boy who takes his breath away. After being alone for so long as the living dead, for the first time in 50 years, he feels alive again.
Youtuber Markiplier if he were a Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure character (sorta?). I did a version of him with his stand Tiny Box Tim, but it’s not posted here because I’m too embarrassed by the lame stand design I made for him. I’m sorry Tiny Box Tim.
Anyways, the video that compelled me to draw this monstrosity can be found here. If you don’t know who Markiplier is, I highly suggest checking out his channel!
Broke down and made a gemsona for myself cuz I’m lame like that. I blame ghost-chicky.
So here is Blue Chalcedony. Her gem is on her left hip ((because I manage to bash my hips into everything irl)), she wields yarn and anything she makes with it becomes a weapon although she prefers just making cuddly sweaters and stuffed animals out of it. She’s a chubby ball of shyness and peace.
Allura kept her eyes fixed on the droids around them as her bayard turned into a whip. The scouting mission of a supposedly abandoned Galran base had turned out to be a trap. The other paladins were searching the other side of the base, so it was just Matt and Allura against a fair share of fighter robots. “And I yours”, the princess responded and quickly glanced at the rebel officer.
Michael walked leisurely along the park’s path, his mind in other places. Passively, he observed his surroundings, trees every hundred or so feet, green grass and grey skies. He didn’t get cold, but the weather was verging on the chilly side. The park was quiet, a perfect place to let himself think.
There’s a whisper of movement behind him, and Michael turns his head to the direction of the sound. He could easily find out if someone is there, bring them out of hiding, but maybe it was just a breeze.
“You can come out,” He says to the quiet park, burying his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
It was only when she actually stepped inside the Institute that Tessa realized how long it had been since the last time she had entered one in order to train. Sure, the had been the Los Angeles Institute, and the Blackthorns, her daughter’s descendants. But she had never stayed long there, and now, it looked like Jem and her wouldn’t leave again before a while. The warlock girl turned around, trying to figure out what it would be like to live in a place like this again.
When I was 16 years old, I tried to kill myself because I felt weird and I felt different and I felt like I did not belong. And now I’m standing here. And so I would like for this moment to be for that kid out there who feels like she’s weird, or she’s different, or she doesn’t fit in anywhere. Yes you do. I promise you do. Stay weird, stay different. And then when it is your turn and you are standing on this stage, please pass the same message to the next person who comes along.
Bridgit couldn’t remember how long it had been since she’d been to the library, but it had definitely been a matter of years. Sometimes life just got in the way and you forgot about places you used to visit or things you liked to do. She knew that’s what had happened to her, and it was a sad thought. She quickly got ready, tossing her hair into a quick ponytail and pulling on an appropriate jacket for the temperature outdoors. Glancing in the mirror before leaving her apartment, she frowned at her reflection. She looked normal. No one would even be able to see the bags under her eyes and with a fake smile, she would appear to be perfectly happy. That was good. Makeup and acting was a miracle of a combination. Still, sometimes she was sick of pretending.
Shaking herself free of her thoughts, she left her home and made her way in the right direction. She was supposed to meet Ricky at the park. He asked her to come and check the library out with him, and there was no way she was turning him down. She needed to get out more, and who in their right mind would turn down a chance to hang out with him? She managed to find her way pretty easily. The library wasn’t far from the park, and the park wasn’t far from her apartment, so that was a bonus. If she liked it, she wouldn’t have to walk long to get there. Spotting him just a few feet away, she approached him, a smile breaking across her face. “Hi there,” she greeted him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Did I keep you waiting too long?”