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[trvegevse]

Two’s a Crowd

—closed starter for @demoninspanks

Jesus, couldn’t a demon catch a break for a day?

Betelgeuse burrowed himself deeper into the gratuitous pile of blankets he’d nested in, huffing in great exasperation. His hair was an amalgamation of purples and blues, ranging from deep violet at the tips to periwinkle and finally dark blue at the roots. He was in a “mood”.

And worst of all, he was expected to function while he felt like this. Demons didn’t get ill—kind of hard to do that when you aren’t really alive—but that’s how he felt. He still wasn’t used to the intensity of these emotions, and he desperately wanted to curl up and sulk for a day.

But his adopted family, breathers and ghosts alike, expected him to be present. It was Charles’ birthday, after all, and Lydia had requested his help with the party.

But he could get out of it, couldn’t he? Surely she wouldn’t be too miffed if he sent a clone, right? She might not even know.

He unburied himself a bit and twitched his head to the side, snapped his fingers and blinked. And in a flash of green mist, a near perfect clone stood before him. He smiled, despite his low feelings. Maybe he could get this to work.

[rkhyunjin-blog]

— if you wonder

starter for @nonork

despite the lack of money in her wallet, hyunjin lets herself pile up the shopping basket resting on her forearm with stationary supplies. pens, markers, a separate pile for cute stickers and post-it note tabs, there’s even miscellaneous office items that she found just too stinkin’ adorable to not have. she ignores every voice in her head that tells her that she doesn’t need any of them, that there’s plenty she already has and should use up first, but being home alone and bored out of her mind has made her gone crazy. it’s just a little bit anyway—what’s the worst thing that happens? she’ll come home, start using everything she just bought for a little bit and then it gets put away. her older brother might nag her, but he always does that.

hyunjin’s gaze has been on the lower shelves for quite some time in the pens and pencils section. finally standing tall, she begins heading further down the aisle, where the writing utensils transition to matching pastel colored stationary sets. as hyunjin’s eyes scan the shelves, she notices a girl trying to reach something pushed back on the shelf. “here, let me help you get that,” hyunjin reaches up easily, picking up two sets of stationary, then shows them to the shorter girl, “which one did you need?”

[ksxryosuke]

( @ksxhoetaek )

if there was one clique ryosuke saw on a daily basis—which was not his boyfriend—it would have to be the stoners. they usually got high just right underneath the bleachers while the sports teams were training and being the jock leader that he was, he often passed by the territory just to see how his kids were doing in the teams. of course there were a bunch of assholes in college as well, with most of them being the homophobic ones and if there was anything ryosuke will not tolerate at any point in time, it’s people like those.

and he’d caught a few of them doing just that to the stoner second-in-command. blatantly disregarding clique lines, the jock had gone to the stoner’s defence, even challenging the homophobic assholes to a stand-off. but they left before they could get anything done with a sneer on their faces, and he’d come to regard hoetaek as one of his few friends. and it was the very reason why he’d gone straight to hoetaek’s dorm, needing a joint and an ear to listen, as the masquerade approached nearer and nearer. jaesuk was missing from their dorm and he knew the stoner would be willing to listen just as well. “hoetaekkie, it’s ryosuke,” he called out as he knocked on his door, “are you busy?”

[trvegevse]

"How many people have heard that pickup line?" -angclbcrn

@angclbcrn

Betelgeuse snorted, shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes, teeth flashing in a lazy grin. Of course he’d dropped the “how’d you like one more?” bone line. It was his favorite, what else was he supposed to say? He was a simple man with simple tastes.

“Does it matter, babes? Today, you’re the lucky customer! Free shipping and handling included. Lots and lots of handling.”

[ksxryosuke]

{ @kstaewoon }

So maybe he shouldn’t even be doing this.

After failing to reach the quota for Todai, Ryosuke hasn’t actively sought out approval from anyone—let alone someone older than him. The last time he did was with his dad and even until now, their relationship hasn’t been the smoothest of journeys. Even until now, their relationship remained sour and if it weren’t for the fact that he was still his son, he’s pretty sure his father wouldn’t talk to him at all. Yet the moment he stepped on to Keisung, Ryosuke found himself seeking the approval of one particular professor. 

It had started out as him trying to be noticed by Professor Song, his attraction to the older male definitely far too obvious for anyone to ignore. Taewoon was well within his type—what with the long legs and the otherwise aloof nature—and Ryosuke found himself so utterly weak, especially when he spoke. And considering he was teaching quite a lot of Ryosuke’s major classes, he found himself striving to reach the otherworldly high standards that the professor apparently had. In a sense, he had gone from just being attracted and trying to be noticed, to actually meeting and going beyond the standards and expectations that Taewoon had set for all of them.

Except Ryosuke was actually hiding from him now.

The minute he had been called to the department chair’s office was the same minute he found out that he had been held back a year—all because he enrolled a semester late during freshman year. And while he had tried to fix the problem, it was obvious that he was repeating junior year, not because he fucked up a class, but because his schedule had fucked up and he was required to take additional units before he stepped foot on to senior year. But the thought that he would be disappointing a professor—Song Taewoon, of all people—had him hiding out and hiding away from him. Until he bumped into him just as he was about to get out of the building. “Professor Song. Uh...”, he trailed off, “I haven’t seen you...in a while...” A lie, considering class just ended two weeks ago. Great job, Ryosuke. You’re officially the worst liar ever.

[ksxryosuke]

{ @ksxjie }

The day started out well enough. He’d gone on a date with Joon into the city after brunch on one of the rare days that they actually managed to wake up earlier than eleven in the morning. The number of dates they’d gone to in the past couple of months had shot up, mostly because they were taking advantage of the nice weather in Incheon while it lasted. That, and they always wanted to get away from Keisung’s gossiping walls; today wasn’t any different. So he sent a text to Jie, telling them that he bought a new toy for their new cat.

He had just gotten back from his date, a small paper bag in hand that had the new cat toy he bought for Jie’s kitten. Ryosuke had wanted to make the young freshman feel a bit better after that gossip fiasco and the bullying they had to endure until Jaehyun showed up to protect them—god, thinking about it still had him thoroughly pissed off. In any case, the jock had a smile on his face that day, giving himself a mental pat on the back for finding the cat toy for Jie’s pet. He doesn’t bother knocking on his suite door and dorm door—a habit he’s picked up from Jaehyun—as he strode in the room quite enthusiastically. “Jie Jie!”, he started off cheerfully, “hyung got you and ghosty a nice little—Jie Jie!” The panic in his voice palpable at the sight that greeted him. There on the bed was the fame chaser freshman, pale and looking incredibly sick, with their kitten curled up beside them. Rushing, he set down the toy on the nightstand and sat down beside Jie on the bed, gingerly putting his hand on their forehead, not actually sure what was going on.

“Jie Jie, what happened?”

[ksxryosuke]

{ @ksyoungjae }

It wasn’t a secret that Ryosuke was such a worrywart for his friends. It came from being the eldest in the family, and now that he’s the leader of his clique, it comes from that too. If it came to it, he would come running when his friends called for help. He’d been on the receiving end of being left hanging—being left after his use was done—that he had explicitly decided that he wasn’t going to leave anyone in the dust. And so he easily noticed when Youngjae had skipped soccer practice more times that he could count.

Youngjae was one of his younger clique members that he’d been particularly close to. The younger male had been one of the kids he spoiled to no ends and the secrets Youngjae had told him were something he was going to take to the grave. Worried that something might have went on with the younger male, Ryosuke decided to go look for Youngjae and talk to him.

[ ✉️ → casper ] hey where are you? [ ✉️ → casper ] wanna go out for coffee? my treat :)

Now he just hoped Youngjae would agree.