for @vcjiho.

     absent-mindedly, he runs his fingers over the top of the eevee’s fluffy head, his eyes focused on the computer in front of him. he doesn’t have much to do now that it’s summer vacation. even though there are still elective classes running and students around, it’s not nearly as busy as the semesters. in a way, he misses the hustle and bustle of victoria college when it’s in full swing. 

     “when do you think he’ll come back to get you?” he asks the eevee gently, blinking down at the brown little ball of fluff, contentedly curled up in his lap. he’d fed her a pokepuff earlier, which she had happily nibbled away at, and now that she’s full, she’s just dozing lazily in his lap. or so it seems. she’s warm in his lap and he doesn’t really mind that jiho hasn’t come back to get her yet. there’s nothing else demanding his attention at the moment and he could certainly spend his day in a much worse way than cuddling a sleepy eevee. 

@outfromthesea

Matt scratched at the collar of his suit, thick, calloused fingers haphazardly and angrily pawing at the skin of his neck, finding themselves a patch of stubble he’d apparently missed. 

The silence--the stiffness--of this place could have been written by Stephen King, the setting for some terrible conversation or horrible crime, the home of some man who uses human bodies as puppets or something else morbid and unbelievable, something that makes people remember that monsters are real. Instead, it was the office of Michael G. Dipirro, estate lawyer. Matt didn’t know him, but he knew the name--see enough cheesy commercials, you tend to remember them. He also knew a lot about monsters. He knew they were real; his grandpa turned into one every time he retreated to the back porch with his glass of vodka on the rocks, with everyone avoiding him the second he came back in for more. That monster, he was familiar with. That monster was the one that had taken his friends, finding life in the belly of a kid that couldn’t handle it, that couldn’t pace himself, that was too young and stupid to know that driving should have never even been a thought that crossed his mind.

What he didn’t know, though, was what the hell he was doing here.

He shifted in his seat, the uneasiness giving him enough nerve to cast a glance sideways at the woman beside him, her hair and makeup making her look older and sadder, her conservative dress making her look like she was sixteen again. He swallowed.

One thing Mason liked about Saturday mornings was that no one was ever awake to summon him, so he usually had the time to himself.  Since he wasn’t awake enough to realize it was a bad idea, he made his way to Brainwash, going straight to the coffee bar and making his usual order.  “Um...is Tristan here today?  He told me to ask for him.”

There was something delightful about having someone cook for him. It was a very welcome change of pace and he enjoyed the dinner Xavier prepared immensely. Not just because the dinner itself was good. The young submissive was also excellent company. It’d been awhile since Jared had felt immediately comfortable with someone. He enjoyed the smile on Xavier’s face when he pulled the submissive into his lap to eat dinner, making sure he sat sideways so they could see each other and have no communication issues.

open to all

Ser vice-presidente de uma fraternidade tinha lá suas vantagens, mas as desvantagens não podiam ser descartadas. Por causa do ‘cargo’, havia assumido uma serie de responsabilidades, dentre elas, uma das mais importantes da casa: fazer as compras e cuidar para que nada de essencial estivesse faltando. Talvez isso não pareça nada demais, levando em consideração que os outros garotos lhe ajudavam e que a feira era mensal, mas então devemos lembrar que a fraternidade em questão é a Lambda Psi. Ou seja, 90% dos seus membros estão com larica quase 24 horas por dia. A quantidade de comida consumida naquele lugar era simplesmente imoral, e nem sempre ir ao supermercado uma vez por mês bastava. Quase toda a semana precisava dar uma passadinha lá para repor uma ou outra coisa que estava faltando.

Jinyoung tinha aprendido a tentar ver as coisas pelo lado positivo; naquele momento, voltando para casa com duas sacolas cheias nas mãos, de baixo de um frio insuportável, com roupas demais no corpo pequeno, o lado positivo era que caminhadas lhe relaxavam. E dai que o ar entrava cortante pelo seu nariz? E provavelmente seus lábios estavam rachados. Pelo menos, no caminho de volta, podia passar por uma rua mais estreita que o normal, quase sempre vazia. As portas que haviam nela eram apenas de fundos de alguns estabelecimentos, e quase não tinham janelas, o que fazia do lugar perfeito para acender um baseado. 

vcwaterfest starter for @vcsunjin.

     jiseok has to say that he genuinely loves the water festival that takes place every year. it’s his second year participating in it as a faculty member, and he remembers his first time ever as a student. it’s only gotten more exciting since then, and he thinks that experiencing it as a faculty member who’d participated in setting it up makes it even more rewarding when he gets to go around and see what they’ve done.