ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Late night energy drinks

There's a party going on tomorrow, and your band is headlining. but you have an essay to finish and print out, and since your dorm mate is... doing things in the room, you find yourself in the library at the ripe hour of 12:54 am, finishing up said essay when you run into someone. who knows what could happen?

Pronouns: They/Them

Words: 1396 (!!)

College au!

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The bag you had slung over your shoulder had 4 things in it. Your laptop, It's charger, your phone charger, and 2 energy drinks. The walk to the library from your college-provided dorm wasn't long, only about 10 minutes from it. But it was cold, almost fall break, the autumn wind blowing slightly as you hugged your hoodie more closely to yourself. 

The library was- as you expected - empty due to what time it was. But hey, almost 1 am wasn't a terrible time to finish an essay due tomorrow, right?

Sitting down at a table next to one of the printers, you got to typing, words seemingly mushing together with time, copying over highlighted notes from a separate tab into the document. Light music played though your earbuds, volume slightly low in case someone tried to talk to you, not that anyone would, considering everyone should be asleep at this hour. 

Keyword, should.

Someone tapped on your shoulder from behind you, making you stop your work. Turning, you had to look up slightly to see his face. Bright red hoodie, jeans, messy dirty blonde hair. "Do uh, do you have an extra one of those?" he asked, pointing at the energy drink next to your laptop. Blinking slightly, his voice catching you off guard slightly, you dug through your bag before taking out the black can, holding it out to him. "Always keep an extra on me," you said with a slight smile as he took it, sitting across from you. 

Cracking open his laptop too, he spoke. "You usually here at this hour? Never seen you around here before." He said, taking a sip of the drink. "No, you are?" You asked, looking up from your laptop. "Yeah, I usually procrastinate until the day before its due." he said, setting the can down and typing in a few things. "What class is yours for?" You asked. "Mr. Watson's, you?" "Same here, he's honestly kinda a Douche," You responded. You slightly recognized him from the same class period. "You're uh... god, you're in the same class an me and I don't even know your name, sorry." you chuckled, him laughing along slightly. "Nah its fine, I don't really talk much. I'm Eric, but my friends call me McNasty." You chuckled at the nickname, before speaking.

"(Y/n)."

As the night continued, the two of you made small talk, laughing at each others jokes. As 2 am rolled around, you leaned back in your chair with a sigh, saving your work before standing, walking to the printers and starting it up. Not to long after, McNasty stood up too, walking to the printer next to the one you were using.

"So, you going to the party tomorrow?" He asked, looking over at you as the printer kicked on, printing out some papers. "Course I am, I'm headlining after all." you responded, him looking at you for a bit. "You are?"

"Yeah, me and my band are, anyway. Hoping to make it one day, who knows?" You responded, a small yawn escaping. 

After the two of you finished printing the papers out, you packed up your things, McNasty walking next to you. "Want me to walk you back to your dorm?" he asked, throwing away the now empty can. "Nah, I'd rather you not have to hear my dorm mate." He looked at you weirdly while you rolled your eyes, a slight frown making its way to your face. "She's in a 'relationship'," you said, making air-quotes as his nose scrunched up slightly. "Yeah, she was supposed to text me when he left but uh," You started, taking out your half dead phone to show no new texts. "Yeah, I'll probably be sleeping in the hallway again." You halfheartedly chuckled.

"We have a pullout couch in our dorm, you wanna stay there?" he asked. "I don't wanna intrude, man- really its fine-" "Nah, I insist. as long as you don't mind the smell of weed, that is." you smiled, nodding. "I'd hope id be used to it, I smoke it after all."

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He was right, His dorm room did smell like weed that was being covered up be Febreze. He unlocked the door, letting you in before he walked in. You caught sight of his roommate, joint in hand scrolling though his phone. When the door closed, he looked up at the two of you. 

"Who's that?"

"(Y/n), they're staying here. Don't worry, they smoke too so they wont rat us out,"

"Oh, ok, cool." He said, going back to his phone after taking a drag.

After the pullout couch had been set up, your phone and computer plugged up and charging, it wasn't long before you all fell asleep.

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The next morning, he expected you to be gone, but what he didn't expect was for the couch to be set back, the blanket folded up neatly, the pillow resting on top with a paper neatly folded on top. After getting up and stretching, he opened the note, reading it. 

'Hey man, thanks for letting me crash here, best sleep I've had in a while. had to leave early so i wasn't late to class. see you tonight at the party i guess? here's my number btw'  Followed by a series of numbers. He smiled slightly before pocketing the note, getting ready for the day.

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When he got to the party, music was already blasting. Some people were already drunk, others were in the process of getting drunk, and some people were couch locked.  Looking up on the mini stage that had been set up, he saw 4 people, including you. You looked much more awake than the night you had before. a brightly colored button up and some jeans with boots. you were playing guitar next to the bass player, strumming the chords to a song unknown to him. He stood in the crowd, the set finishing after about an hour.

He stood, mingling amongst the crowd before he was tapped on the shoulder, You standing behind him, drink in hand. He took the drink, smiling. "You were great up there man, you got potential!" He said over the music the dj was blasting.

"Nah man, I don't think I'll get to far. Might as well try though!"

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Fast forward a few years, him and his friends were standing front row at a concert. Your concert.

"Dude, I cant believe you went to college and were friends with (Y/n)! And you didn't tell me?" Dooo said, shaking his friends shoulder slightly. The lights dimmed even more as the stage lights flicked on, the screens behind the stage coming on with visuals, people cheering as you ran on stage, grabbing the mic with a smile on your face.

"How's everyone doing tonight?!" You said, the crowd cheering as the lights flashed around. "Lets get this show going!"

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After the show, 2 guards came up to the group, escorting them backstage to a specific room. One of them knocked before opening the door, revealing you sitting on a couch placed in the corner, scrolling through your phone, one leg crossed over the other. When they all stepped in, they looked up, their face lighting up with a smile. Standing, they hugged the Red-hoodied male.

"McNasty! Man, it's been to long! how've you been?" They asked, pulling away and holding his shoulders. "I've been good! Honestly I'm glad we kept in contact after all this time." He said with a laugh as they walked over to a minifridge, taking out two black cans, the same kind from years ago. Handing one to him, they both cracked them open and cheered, taking a sip. 

"Now, you gonna introduce me to your buddies?" They said, setting the can down. McNasty pushed Dooo forward slightly. "This is Dooo, the guitar wizard I was telling you about?" He said, Dooo holding his hand out slightly. "Oh yeah! good to meet you man! Love your music by the way," They said shaking his hand. He looked like he could have passed out on the spot.

Reunions sure were fun, especially with energy drinks involved.

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