My last day of high school is June 4th (also my birthday conviniently) which means I’ll be graduating. I’ve already decided that I won’t be going to college this coming year. I will be pursuing modeling as much as I can, for as long as I can. I expect to move to New York within the next 5 years or so. I do plan on getting my AA degree online within the next 2-3 years. That way I can transfer said college credits to any school I want later on down the road. I will further my education and complete my bachelors degree at some point in the near future, just not the regular on-campus, dorm room way. When I do get my bachelors degree, I will major in business and most likely major or even double major in interior design. I have so many hope in dreams for my future and I will do my best to make them really happen!
In Which Gerard Is Us And It Ends Up Getting Him Laid
Author: SeraphStarshine
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 3,617
Warnings: none
Summary: Frank didn't understand why everyone disliked Gerard so much, because okay - he was a bit odd, but he was also the most wonderful person Frank had ever had the pleasure of spending time with, and he wished that everyone else could see that so they would learn to appreciate Gerard's existence as much as he did.
Or the fic in which Gerard writes fanfiction and Frank just so happens to stumble across a more risque section of his works.
Summary: Fresh out of high school, Gerard has spent the last four years trying to crush his inconvenient boy-liking issues. He isn't expecting a family wedding, and the hot punk kid he's forced into rooming with, to pop his bubble of denial, but Frank knows what he wants. What will it take for Gerard to admit that he does, too?
it's been a long, long day, and jeon jungkook's ever-constant euphoria and assurance starts with the extra pair of shoes he finds at his door mat, the sound of television buzzing in the background, and subtle alterations to his place that give him the constant relief that he is not alone; he never was.
he drops his coat and bag to the floor, toeing off his oxfords before he's hauling himself into the living room, nimble on his feet. first view is of his boyfriend's displeased expression, eyebrows knitted, engrossed in an argument on the phone, and it has him halting in his tracks, ears perking, and - oh, must be the insurance company.
the boy eventually spots him, a lag in his senses when jungkook slowly walks over, face melting into a look of surprise and genuine delight at the sight of him home early. "you got off early?" he's stepping in, and jungkook reacts in tandem.
"everything okay?" he's about to lean in for a customary kiss on the lips when taehyun visibly grits his teeth at the voice on the other end of the phone, mouthing a quick 'sorry' towards jungkook before he's pulling away, sifting through papers on the coffee table to find the right information.
alright. okay. his boyfriend's a little busy. and he didn't get a kiss. that's cool. he can handle that. sort of. he pulls at his tie, lips pursed, slightly petulant in the way he saunters over to his room to wash up. he's quick today with his post-work habitual circuit, gets into his comfort zone like clockwork before he's strolling out again, clad in his favorite sweatpants and tee.
there's a familiar, static melody that has him groaning inwardly when he finds taehyun settled on the couch, phone set on speaker mode - seriously? they've got him on hold now?
"oi, kim-ssi," jungkook mutters from behind the couch, a sullen look on his face that screams 'pay attention to me' as he stares down at taehyun, but the music comes to a halt and there's a voice on the other line again, fabulous timing really, fucking hell - he's quicker though this time, fingers latching on to the phone and yanking it away before taehyun can answer.
"yeah, uh, he'll call you back," he hits the end call button before flinging the phone back into taehyun's lap, his other hand simultaneously curling under the boy's jaw, tipping his head back against the couch.
"jungkook, what -"
the angle's a little odd like this, but he makes it work even when his lips find purchase against his slightly off-center, and yeah, holy shit - he's inhaling sharply, thumb sweeping faintly across the boy's cheekbone, before he's delving in slow and firm with a series of open-mouthed kisses.
"mm, yeah," he pulls back a slight, drops a final peck to his lips before straightening up again, a bold grin on his face, "thanks babe, i'm all good now."
