( college au )

[absurdities]

( ALL NIGHTERS, CAFFEINE, COLLEGE )

college au things, that hazy feeling after pulling an all-nighter, 
late night visits to any place that offers caffeine, 
crashing in dorm rooms, power naps (on other people), keeping each other awake or sleeping in class, 
shippy or gen.

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[wrests]

[ don falls on to oz's bed, the bed frame creaking under his heavy weight as he adjusts to make himself comfortable. his large frame takes up most if not all of the mattress and his feet dangles off the edge, propped up on the end of the footboard. he links his hands behind his head, watching his brother move to and fro and never making any indication that he'd help.

hasn't oz been saying that for years though? like, jfc bro, sooner or later don's going to catch on that oz isn't the scary, badass mofo that he tries to be. one of these days, don's going to find out that oz is just as big as a softie as him (or even more). on that day, many ice cream, lollipops, and rainbows will be shared.

a smirk cuts into don's cheeks, reaching his eyes that glows with amusement and the faint morning sunlight. SCORE ONE FOR THE BOYS BACK HOME. ] I'll get that fiver later then, yeah? [ he can wait and gloat about it later when oz doesn't feel and look like death. as if he's a monster, jeez. besides, it won't be as satisfying if oswald doesn't fight back, leveling insult after insult at him. ]

[phrenesia]

[ he doesn't expect Don to help with anything. he refuses it if he does. it's far from the first time he's been hungover, even if they had been few and far between. but he can pour his own damn coffee and he can take his own damn painkillers, and he's pretty sure Don remembers that well enough from last time. he had a bruise on the side of his head for weeks after opening the cabinet door on himself, and his brother definitely remembers that.

since Don is taking up residence in his bed (asshole) Oswald takes his coffee and wobbles over to the floor next to it, leaning back against the bed and wrinkling his nose. ugh change your socks bro. ]

I owe you. [ he's kind of broke. spent the last of his current cash last night, drinks and cigs and the pizza he never ate but had to pay for since the jackass he was seeing had forgotten where his wallet was. ugh. he's slashing the bastard's tires next time he sees him out. ] Fuck. Why'd I even fall for it in the first place? I must be getting desperate.

[wrests]

[ from an early age, don's learned to never help his brother unless specifically requested to do so. it wasn't that don's inept at helping oz, but just that it always ended with a huge argument between the two (and, once in a while, oz tossing something at him). ozzy's independent, and don totally understands that, but someone helping doesn't equal weakness. but, fine whatever. if oz wants to smack his head against the cabinet door again, so be it. serves him right.

don softly burps, moving his hand to scratch his belly, while his eyes become fixed on a slight discolouration on the ceiling. he doesn't take notice of oz's expression (since noticing it would require turning and craning his head and n o p e); but fyi, bro, he changed his socks when he arrived home early this morning (granted ten minutes later, he then ran across campus after that douche stark, but PROGRESS). ]

You're not desperate — just terrible at picking out good people. [ which is ironic since oz is so astute and adept at discovering and honing in on a person's weaknesses and secrets. ]

[phrenesia]

[ throwing things usually worked better than raising his voice. and it was more satisfying, hearing a solid thwack instead of listening to his voice crack. it's usually what he defaults to, when Don's pissing him off just that much, but that aggression has to be saved for the times he's not hungover and aching with every step.

while he'd tut-tut his older brother for his smelling socks, chasing after Stark is a totally valid reason so he understands. this time. ]

I'm not the only one. [ muttered into his coffee mug, as he takes a long, long sip. it burns and that's just perfect. ] Don't forget the prick you set me up with last time.

[wrests]

[ and oz wonders why don acts like an orangutan sometimes. brain damage person that to a does. now see, that's where the two brothers differs; don actually prefers to utilize his aggression when he's drunk and/or hungover. for whatever reason, he gets like... superhuman strength from alcohol.

don snorts and shifts, trying to pull a scarf from under his ass with the minimum amount of movement (sequined, what the fuck). ] See. No good taste. [ smirking, he nudges his brother in the shoulder with his toe. ]

[phrenesia]

[ no, see. Don acts like an orangutan sometimes because he is an orangutan. it's sad really, how his brother keeps forgetting that despite all of Oswald's persistent reminders of that fact. seems he'll just have to do better by him. ]

Shut up. [ but even then he can't help a bit of a smile - maybe he's just so exhausted that Don's actually cheering him up. hmph. he turns around, nudging the other man's foot away and snatching the scarf from him. ] And that's designer, you keep your grubby hands off it.