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strwbrryblues · 2 years

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Lucky to Have You

Pairing: Kim Seingmin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol AU, College AU, Established Relationship

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Talk of period and everything related to it, Basically it's that time of the month,SO MUCH FLUFF (YES IT'S A WARNING), bf!seungmin (that's also a warning, you'll see), so much pampering and affection i literally almost cried writing this

A/N: Don't mind this sudden appearance of a fic, it's literally just me craving for affection because I'm on my period 💀 and this is my way of letting it all out because I have no one to cuddle with 💀😭

Also, I was unsure on how to label reader, so I did not refer to them as fem, as I am aware that it's not just women who experience that time of the month, HOWEVER, this was written with the biological reactions and stuff that women go through when experiencing period (as I am a woman), so I will have to apologize to anyone out there who might have not related much to the reader's experiences here. 🛐

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Seungmin had just finished his classes pretty early for the day, having only a two major subjects and both lectures were spent by one having a short mock exam then a dismissal, while the other spent on group meeting for their midterms exam presentation. After having his lunch outside, and picking one up for you as well, he then headed to your shared small apartment.

There, on both your living room couch, Seungmin sat comfortably in silence, reading the novel he was invested in, quite lately. It was a good pass time whilst waiting for your arrival. Both your schedules usually don’t line up, and it ends with either of you waiting for the other at home when classes are dismissed early.

Why not wait for the other instead? You both agreed that you hate seeing each other wait so long outside for the other’s arrival, where it could be both dangerous and vulnerable especially in the night—only allowing the wait when one’s about to finish with classes. As long as, of course, you send each other messages from time to time for reassurance.

Surely enough, this time, Seungmin was confident he’d have the silence in the apartment for now before you’d barge in, all smiles, and ready to bombard him with both rants, and the “hottest tea” you receive from Hyunjin and Felix, as well as very long cuddles sessions with the sides of occasional teasing.

Not that he hates it when you do that. He absolutely adores it, in all honesty. That’s why he’d have to savor his alone time, before he buries himself with your love and attention; he’s a sucker for your attention.

And so, when he was in the zone, absorbed in the fictional world of the novel he was reading, he hadn’t noticed your silent arrival. Quiet, yet heavy and tired footsteps to your bedroom, where you very slowly dressed out of your rather restricting jeans and loose sweaters. Keeping the sweater, you quickly changed into a looser bottom.

Trudging out your shared bedroom, out in the small hallway and to the living room, you climbed the sofa next to Seungmin who was still unaware of your presence. Tiredly, you sneaked your way to sit on his lap, resting your legs on either side of his body—he now flinches, noticing your presence. He lifted his arms a little, book still in hand and reading, but now more aware you were with him. His movement allowed you an easier access to wrap your arms around his torso, and nuzzling your face in his chest.

Your arms tightened around him, and Seungmin notices. He senses something wrong. You’ve been awfully quiet since your arrival.

“Baby,” he calls, but you gave out no response, besides a small, quiet whimper. “Is there something wrong?”

You squirmed before letting out a hoarse, “period cramps.”

At this, Seungmin had all your attention. He was quick to lower the book in his hand—but not yet completely letting go, unless you’re feeling worse. Freeing his other hand, he gave your lower back gentle massages—not too hard—knowing that’s where it usually hurts the most when you’re on your period, along with the period cramps.

The cramps were bearable at times; the lower back pains were troubling, as it stirs you up in sleep—that is if you can even sleep properly with the nuisance of a pain.

But Seungmin had to know if the cramps were bearable right now, still continuing the gentle presses he gives on the lower part of your back. “On a scale of ‘hot compress to pain killers’, how bad is it?” He asked, a level he’d come to use as he spent his time longer with you, to know that when the cramps were tolerable, you’d either just get on with your day, or lay down peacefully with a hot compress laying atop your abdomen. It’s only rarely you’d ever use pain killers, especially on times you feel like your soul’s being sucked out of you due to the pain. And almost nonexistent when you ask for both.

“Both.”

And there he goes, book left—but not before inserting a custom bookmark you made for him, with both of your pictures—as he sets it aside, adjusting your arms to wrap around his neck, and your legs around his waist. He stand up, hands under your thighs and rear to support you, knowing you wouldn’t have any strength left to hold onto him tight. And there, he starts bustling around the small kitchen—very slowly, so as not to dizzy you, in case you also have a headache.

Grabbing a glass of water, and a small plate with a hand he freed, he filled the glass with lukewarm water. From the medicine box just above the fridge, he retrieved the painkiller, popping a capsule out from it’s little case, he placed it on the small plate.

“Have you eaten lunch yet?” He asked, heating up the take-out he’s bought home with him earlier.

You shook your head weakly. Seungmin then knows that you couldn’t have eaten, as you haven’t the energy to probably even lift a chopstick.

“Let’s eat first before taking our medicine, okay?” He cooed, trying to get you in a lighter mood, as he settled down on a chair, waiting for the food to warm up with you still in his arms.

You almost smiled at his attempt, but you shook your head again, only really wanting to just sleep the day away or else you swore you’d cease to exist if you had to stay awake longer to feel the pain.

Seungmin frowned, “baby, you need to eat before taking painkillers, or else your abdomen and stomach would sync in pain, and it’ll be harder for you.” You didn’t give a reply. “Five spoonful’s. Would that be enough?” He asked, leaning you away from him just a bit, to look at you.

You see worry in his eyes, and it melts you, despite the ache. You just nodded timidly in compliance, feeling thankful that he’s even going as far as to deal with your stubbornness.

Seungmin smiled, pulling you back into his chest to rest. “Five spoonful’s a lot, but you don’t have to force yourself or finish all of it, okay? Just enough to have your stomach filled and you can drink the medicine.” He swayed you both side to side while he hummed a gentle tune.

When the microwave dinged in signal of having the food heated up, he then started the boiling a small kettle of water for your hot compress. And while he left it to boil, he walked back to pick up your warmed food, sitting back down to where he sat waiting; all that while he still carried you.

He was mixing the bibimbap with a spoon—opting for comfort and ease when feeding you. Shifting your position a bit, he then held up a spoonful to your mouth, saying “ah.”

If you weren’t out of it from the cramps, you would have cooed and teased the heck out of Seungmin for being absolutely endearing. You’d save it for later, for now you opened your mouth, taking up the rice along with its side dishes in one slow bite.

Once you’ve swallowed the first spoonful, Seungmin gleamed at you, holding up the next, then the next, and then the next, until the bowl was void of any rice grains. He smiled proudly, “look at you, finishing up all that. You’re such a good baby.” He cooed, pinching your cheeks and talking as if you were an infant.

And since you eventually finished the whole lunch, instead of the promised spoonful, you had enough energy. Enough energy to glare at Seungmin for treating you like a baby. Though, your heart does flip because of the affection he’s been giving you.

The glare made Seungmin laugh, “okay, just drink the medicine. Here,” he hands you the small plate where the painkiller had been resting in wait. Swallowed the pill, with the boy giving you the glass of water, he then settled you to wrap your legs around him again as he headed to your shared room.

He laid you there on the bed, wrapping you in a blanket as you lay, all the while he busied with filling up the hot compress container with the freshly boiled water.

He moved around some more after handing you the filled container, like doing the dishes quick, wiping up the table and doing a little sweeping, before coming back to your small room with the book he was previously reading, in hand.

Settling himself in bed beside you, “scooch in, baby.” He said, as you squirmed your way closer to him. Your hand was occupied with the hot pack being pressed to your lower abdomen, rendering you to be unable to hug the boy as he wrapped one arm around you, the other hand occupied with the book.

“Get some rest, you’ll feel better when you wake up.” He muttered to you, caressing your shoulders in an up and down motion, that quickly sent comfort to you. He continued with his reading, and you went to sleep.

Sometime between your sleep, the hot compress had gotten too hot inside the blanket, and that it even clung to Seungmin’s leg, as you left the item unguided with your hand, falling limp in your sleep.

Of course, it bothered Seungmin, so he quickly removed the now warm container, settling it on the floor as the bedside table was full of both your clutters. Bookmarking the page he was in, he placed down the book on his chest, as he readjusted you to sleep on top of him—a position in which he can have you in his arms very easily while reading.

The movement however, has woken you up. You look up to see him grinning sheepishly. “Sorry I woke you up.” He whispered, brushing the strands of your hair away from your eyes. Leaning in, he place a kiss on your forehead, “how are you feeling?”

You smiled tiredly, but content nonetheless. “Better.” Seungmin leaned in to give you a short kiss on the lips, relief floods his face at the notion that you’re feeling better than when you arrived this early afternoon.

Taking a hold of one of your hand, he intertwines them together, placing a delicate kiss on it, before picking up on where he left off from his reading.

His thumb that sent gentle rubs on the surface of the back of your intertwined hands caused an eruption of domestic feelings inside you. You’d think it natural that you feel this with him from time to time, but with your period, and heightened emotional reaction at everything, it sent you crying over something that you’d likely openly coo at Seungmin.

Of course, the boy was alarmed the moment he hears your sniffing, “baby? Does it hurt again?” He asked, dropping the book as he sits up with you still in his arms.

“No, I’m fine,” you sniffle once more, “it’s just you’re so strong.” You choked out a sob.

Seungmin was confused, it wasn’t something he had to hide, as he tilted his head questioningly at you. And yet, he finds you absolutely cute right now, he was trying to stop himself from showering you with little kisses.

“It’s just, you carried me around earlier. You must have been so tired. How could I do that to you?” Tears slowly fell from your eyes. Seungmin pouted, rubbing it all away as gently as he could.

“I’m not tired, don’t worry. And you’re my baby, so of course I’ll take care of you.” His hands wandered all over your body, very innocently and softly rubbing on your skin to soothe you of your sudden emotional reaction. “Even if you say I get tired, I don’t. As long as I’m doing it for you.” He said, tone reassuring you, along with another kiss on your forehead.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” You asked, another wave of tears welling up, but Seungmin let go of his arms around you, now squishing your cheeks in between the palms of his hands.

“You did nothing, baby. You just loved me with all you’ve got, and I intend to return that double the amount.” He said, still not letting go of your cheeks between his hands—gently moving in circular motions, turning your face into a pout.

You really swore you wanted to tease the heck out of him for spouting very romantic sentences he’d normally not say. But then again, he normally doesn’t say those things, so having heard him say those, of course you’d melt into a puddle, then and there.

Grabbing his hands to a stop, you held onto them, putting them down but not letting go. Climbing a little higher from your position on top of him, you then gave him a chaste kiss before quickly leaning back. You laid your head on his chest, right above where his heart was, to hear the rapid beating of his heart; just as fast paced as yours.

Muttering the words quietly, “I’m so lucky to have you,” you sigh in content, closing your eyes.

Seungmin smiled very gently, but his eyes looked like it would overflow the loving expression he held. “I’m very lucky to have you, too.”

#stray kids x reader #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader #skz seungmin #skz kim seungmin #kim seungmin scenarios #kim seungmin fluff #seungming fluff

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showerthoughtsonly · 2 years

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Fake-Proposing to Maul, Savage and Feral Headcanons

A/N: I’ve been going to an absolutely rancid case of author’s block, combined with what we affectionately call “midterm month” on my campus and then I deleted?? This draft?? Lmao.

Anyways, my sorority sister recently joke-proposed to me in a restaurant and I immediately thought “oh. This would be funny to write about”. And I wanted to switch up who I wrote for a bit~

Summary: You like to think of yourself as a risk taker. Spontaneous. Someone who likes to poke at barriers. Now, normally these things could be considered good qualities around zabrak men. But are they really all that great when it prompts you gag-propose to these zabrak men?

tags: @misogirl88 @sugarpuffsstuff

Maul

Now this can either go one of two ways

In most cases, the moment he feels you missing by his side and sees you down on one knee, he immediately power walks away, not even giving you the dignity of an opening line

Maul isn’t one to indulge such childish behavior, at least, he doesn’t want others to believe that he is

He’ll deny it if someone brings it up, but there’s the barest hint of a smile as he marches away

As you struggle to catch back up and laugh at his reaction, he will never admit to his amusement, much as you may insist

But the mere fact that he hasn’t slammed you into the nearest wall in an overt display of violence speaks for itself

And you will notice that he will be in an abnormally good mood for the rest of the day

The other situation will occur if he’s already in a somewhat good mood for the day

This time, he won’t even let you open your mouth. The moment one knee hits the ground, he’ll wave his hand and your other knee will slam into the ground involuntarily

“I see you finally decided to kneel for me, my dear.” The words escape his mouth ever so smoothly and bring an undeniable heat to your cheeks

You stutter a response, something that doesn't even register in your own ears and try to get up to no avail

After a couple of seconds of spluttering random syllables, trying to get a hold on your normally well-spoken tongue, he’ll take pity on you, hauling you back up to his side

“This was supposed to be embarrassing for you, not me.” You grumble

“How naïve of you to even entertain the idea of you embarrassing me.” Maul responds, the most infuriatingly attractive grin accompanying his words

Savage

When you first go down on one knee in the public restaurant, Savage, bless his heart, gets a little bit confused

“Are you sure you want to do this right now, little one?”

“This isn't that, dumb dumb. Now shut up and listen.”

Then you present the ring and begin your long speech about events that certainly had not occurred in your relationship (you wanted to make it more dramatic) and it began to click for him

Savage was honestly a bit flattered, he couldn’t have reasonably imagined that someone would ever feel this comfortable to do this with him

You knew he was rather taken and amused by your little performance from the little grin on his face and sly sparkle that had appeared in his eyes

But, when you had finished your long, flowery, (well-written, might you add) speech, he let the suspense sit heavily before responding

“Absolutely not. Would rather throw myself out of the airlock into hyperspace.” He said, clearly fighting back some obnoxious laughter

You shrugged with a sly, “worth a shot” and slid back into the booth as if nothing had happened

Honestly though, you had to vacate the restaurant soon after. Though the confused staring had been feeding into your energy, it became a bit much after a while

Savage looks back on the event fondly, going so far as to bring it up months later

Feral

The amount of “little shit” energy radiating from this man might actually rival your own

When you go down on one knee, the most delighted grin you have ever had to chance to see on his beautiful face appears

You barely have the chance to utter “Feral, will” before he mirrors your pose, slipping one of the rings off of his own fingers to present to you as well

He gazes into your eyes, the most sincere look he could muster as he launches into an impromptu speech

You honestly don't even bother to get up, leaving the two of you looking like absolute crackpots on the floor of a rather nice establishment

Feral finishes his speech with a “will you be an absolute darling and pay the bill for me today?” instead of the traditional “will you marry me”

You must share the same braincell, because that was borderline what you were going to ask him

After you nod a fake-tearful yes, it takes everything the both of you have to not collapse into a fit of laughter

You collapse into the booth in a fit of laughter

You were both asked to leave before you could even order food

#darth maul #maul #the clone wars #star wars #sw fics #darth maul x reader #savage x reader #feral x reader

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sneakybananabox · 2 years

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The Twins take on Belvoire Ch.4

I'm sorry this took so long. I hope you all enjoy, you absolute cuties.

Warning: Cursing

Chapter 4

Bea sat in the library preparing for finals, the last semester has been hectic. Between working for Professor Kingsley, studying, and doing homework; there was no such thing as free time. Someone set down two cold brews and an iced chai, she looked up to see Sabina and Zoey. They sat down and set up their work to study. The whole campus knew if you saw one of them then the other two weren’t far behind. The trio had taken the school by storm quickly climbing ranks.

“It’s about time, I thought you went to grow the beans.” Bea whined after grabbing her drink.

“It’s midterm time on campus, did you think there wouldn’t be a line?” Sab shot back.

“You were flirting with the Barista weren’t you?”

“Actually surprisingly our girl Sab here didn’t even flirt once.” Zoey couldn’t help ,but tease Sabina.

“Okay, the both of you lay off. I just am serious about school right now. Keep talking shit and I will be taking your drinks back.” She knew her roommates could tell she was lying, but couldn’t help to care. She had been sneaking around with Ina most of the semester. They have been careful, only meeting in places they knew was safe. Sabina and Ina became regulars at a hotel, it was a three-star so she knew the Belvoire population wouldn’t even step foot near it. Their love has been a whirlwind. They would be on the video calls all night. They could talk until five a.m. most nights just talking the entire time or watching a movie together. It made them feel like they were together even though they were a secret. She didn’t tell Bea or Zoey about their relationship. She figured they would just judge her or say it was a stupid decision. She just wanted to enjoy her relationship with Ina. The professor always made her feel worthy of love. They hadn’t said the three magic words yet, but Sab could feel herself falling.

While studying in the main area for a while it was time for another round of drinks. Bea and Sabina played rock, paper,scissors to see who would go this time. Bea lost the two out three, she usually did since Sab could practically read her moves like a book. Bea headed to the cafe inside the library. She walked in and started to browse for brain fuel.

Bea looked through the snacks in the now-empty café, everyone had gotten their fix earlier. She picked out some chocolate chip muffins and chips for the trio to share. She ordered two more cold brews and a chai. While waiting for the drinks she noticed a familiar pink walking figure. Her daily Poppy run-ins had been lacking lately. With her schedule being so packed she would only really see her around lunchtime. Poppy’s usual spot had been empty and she kinda missed going back and forth with her. The barista got her attention and handed her a carrier with the drinks. She ran to catch up to Poppy.

“Pops, have you been avoiding me?” Bea jokingly bumped Poppy’s shoulder.

“Please Farmhand what makes you think you are so special?”

“I don't know, the rankings sure have been liking me and I figured that would have gotten your attention.” Bea knew exactly how to push Poppy’s buttons.

“Farmsville, you will never get to top fifty let alone top fifteen. I don’t know what I have to do to show you, but I don’t like you, Hughes. Now you and your hay smell can leave now.” Poppy bumped Bea’s shoulder and began to leave. Bea was desperate to get her to stop.

“Are you worried I would knock you from your precious throne? I heard you only got the number one spot because of your dad.” Poppy halted mid-step, it was like glue clung to her stiletto. She turned around and marched back to Bea. Anger welled in Poppy’s chest, she couldn’t control it.

“Hughes, you don’t know shit about me or my father. I don’t need some charity case coming here and fucking everything up. Keep your fucking nose out of my business. We aren’t friends. We just happen to go to the same university and that is it.” Poppy jabbed Bea’s chest with her finger. Bea could feel the pressure, pain was left in place of Poppy’s finger.

“Whoa Poppy, I’m sorry okay. I didn’t know it was a sensitive subject. I’m sorry. Is your dad that harsh?” Bea knew how it was to have a rocky relationship with her parents. She figured someone so perfect wouldn’t understand, maybe she was wrong.

“I don’t need any more friends Hughes. I said, ‘Keep your nose out of my business,’ not to try and pry even more.” Without another word Poppy turned and left to gather her things and go back to the sorority house. Bea felt guilt nestled in. She was hoping she didn’t screw things up too much with her.

Bea went back to Sabina and Zoey with their drinks. The trio spent most of the day in the library studying and downing caffeine. Finally, they made it back to the dorm.

“I feel like my eyes are going to melt out of my head.” Bea threw herself onto the couch.

“If I read one more chapter I might throw up.” Sabina threw her book bag by the door.

“I’m going to take a long bath.” Zoey headed to her room.

“Need company?” Sab smirked at Zoey.

“Come anywhere near my tub and I’ll drown you Sab.” Zoey joked while walking to her room.

Bea nestled more comfortably into the couch. She should go to her room but there was no way she was getting up from the couch.

“Fuck!”

“What’s up Bea?”

“I forgot I have to give Ina back her flash drive. She needs it tonight to prepare a presentation for tomorrow morning.” Bea was about to get up from the couch when Sab stopped her.

“Wait no sis. I can do it for you.”

“Are you sure Sab?”

“Yea of course. What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t help you out. You have been exhausted with everything. “ Sab tried to keep her voice even, as to not let Bea on to her ulterior motive. Her heart quickened at the thought of being able to see the raven-haired woman.

“Fine. Since you love me so much though, can you bring back the ingredients to make puppy chow? I have been having a craving. “ Bea shifted to get more comfortable on the couch. She grabbed her favorite blanket and threw it on.

“Sis, I will even make it for you because I love you so much.” Sab hurriedly grabbed the flash drive and stuffed it into her pocket. She stopped at the mirror to make sure her hair looked okay, quickly grabbed a jacket, and started her walk to Ina’s office.

Sabina walked to Ina’s office a little faster, anytime with Ina was perfect so getting there as soon as possible was her mission. The night had a chill that felt nice in her lungs when she would breathe in. She looked up as she was walking, wishing the stars would show themselves. It wasn’t like being back in Farmsville, with no light pollution or smog to obscure the stars at night. She and Bea would stare at the stars for hours while in their treehouse. She always had the dream of getting a telescope so she could explore the night with her sister.

“Hey, Bea!” Sab looked around and saw someone waving from afar. She was going to correct them, but it looked like they were already going in the opposite direction of Ina’s office. She didn’t want to miss out on any time with the raven-haired woman so just kept up her journey.

It was after hours so there wasn’t anyone in the Anthropology building this late at night. Sabina knocked on Ina’s door. She could hear Ina shuffle from her desk and walk to open the door. When she opened the door it was like seeing her for the first time all over again. She took in every feature she could, it was like discovering your favorite song for the first time. It just clicks. Her smile could brighten the universe, her laugh could put an orchestra to shame with how angelic she sounded, and every time she looked at Sab it was like the world moved a little slower.

“Sab? What are you doing here? It’s late. Did anyone see you?” Ina grabbed Sab’s hand and pulled her into her office, closing the door and flicking the lock.

“Relax killer. I am returning the flash drive for you. Bea was exhausted and I am being a good sister. I mean how could I not want to come to see you. Beautiful, talented and did I mention beautiful?” Sabina beamed at Ina, she just made her feel calm.

“I just worry. I would never want to cause issues for either one of us. Thank you for delivering the flash drive. How could I ever repay?” Ina sauntered closer to Sab, pulling her closer by her jacket.

“Why Ms.Kingsley, I would do anything for you, pretty lady.” Sab lowered herself to meet Ina’s lips, she had been dreaming of those lips all day. It's like her lips were water in the middle of the desert and she was oh so thirsty. Each time she was in Ina’s presence, she felt like she was going down the peak of a rollercoaster. Ina put her hands around Sab’s next and pulled her closer. It felt like they were the only people in the world. Sabina pulled her closer by her hips, she would do anything to get close to Ina.

Sabina and Ina have swept away with one another, they didn’t notice that in the dark of the night someone was watching. A hooded figure in all-black watched the two lovebirds. The figure loomed in the window. They stood and watched with their phone out.

The next day Bea had hardly seen anyone, everyone was doing finals. Zoey left the dorm before she was awake, leaving fresh coffee and french toast. Sab was already at the library to finish some last-minute studying. It seemed like today was a solo day. She would finish her finals today just in time to pack some things to take back to Farmsville.

Bea was a bright student and always had been, but sometimes big tests made her panic. She knew she was ready with all the studying she did. The trio missed a bunch of parties in preparation for test day. She knew the top fifteen had people to do her finals for them. What was the point of coming to university if you weren’t going to actually learn anything? After feeling wrecked from her last two finals she decided it was time to treat herself to ice cream, even if it was getting colder out. Back in the Midwest ice cream was an all-year thing even with snow on the ground. She only had two more finals left then she was free to go back to the farm for winter break. She and Sab would be driving back together, a whole twelve-hour drive to get back to the Midwest. Being stuck in a car with Sabina, maybe she could just hitchhike it instead. Their parents were so excited to have them back home. Her mom called to ask them what kind of dinner they wanted to celebrate being back for the holidays.

Bea went to her favorite ice cream place near campus, inside she saw a familiar face.

“Hey Taylor!” Bea went over to the short brunette girl. She greeted her with a side hug.

“Oh hey Bea. How are you?” Taylor looked around skittishly, she shifted all the clothes in her arms. Practically almost losing balance by the sheer amount of clothes. Bea grabbed the pile of clothes with no problem. She had thrown around hay bales way heavier than this.

“Doing well. What’s with all the clothes, did you knock off the dry cleaners on the way here?”

“I had to do errands for Poppy today. She is running me ragged, I have barely had time for finals. She has been hard on all of us, especially since they were doing pre-rushing events for next semester.”

“No offense ,but why would people voluntarily rush knowing Poppy is a Zeta.”

“Who are you telling, the other week she made someone cry so bad they transferred.”

“Why am I not surprised by that? I mean we should know by now with the monster in charge.”

The pair turned as the front door bell rang. Bea noticed Taylor blush when the young student walked in. He noticed the two of them and approached.

“Hey, Taylor. I have been meaning to talk to you. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I could get you your ice cream and hang out before we get hit with more finals.”

“I wish I could Benedict, but I am so busy with all the stuff for Poppy and barely have time to even study for finals.”

“Oh, maybe another time. See you around then.” Benedict walked over to order deflated. Bea looked at Taylor and could see her eyes fighting back tears. It made her heartbreak.

“Taylor, I can take the dry cleaning for Poppy. I will even get whatever frozen treat she wants. I want you to take the rest of the day off. “

“Bea, Poppy would kill me. Then I would never get to date Benedict unless he has an Ouji board.”

“What percent is your phone on?”

“Eight percent.”

“Put her phone on the max brightness and let it die. If Poppy tries to check your phone, she will see there is no juice left. Enjoy your date.”

“Are you sure Bea?”

“Taylor, you deserve a nice day. You are a great girl. Let me help you.”

“Thank you so much Bea.” Taylor gave Bea the note with Poppy’s ice cream order on it. She went over to Benedict to ask if the offer was still available.

Bea was proud to help Taylor. Ever since the first day on campus after the standoff, Taylor had always been so kind to Bea. They could only really talk if Poppy wasn’t around, she would probably blow a gasket if she saw them talking. As she approached the Zeta house, nerves started to settle in her stomach. Maybe it was because she was walking into the lion’s den, but maybe there was more to it. Now she had to figure out how to get into the house without causing too much of a ruckus. Coming up the steps of the Zeta house she bumped into Veronica.

“Bea Hughes, awfully brave of you to show up here. Poppy has no morals against murder.” Veronica stared at her phone, not bothering to look at Bea.

“Very funny Veronica. I came to deliver some stuff for Poppy.” The nerves in her stomach tripled in size. Should she be worried about getting murdered?

“Hm well, good luck Hughes.” Veronica moved aside to let in Bea. She closed the door and followed her in.

“Vi weren’t you leaving?”

“Well if Poppy does murder you, I should be here to live to stream it. It would be a shame, I think you are too hot to die.” Bea couldn’t help, but blush. She wasn’t used to people being so forward with their flirting.

Bea walked up the grand staircase with Poppy’s dry cleaning and ice cream. She looked at all the doors and saw one decorated in pink. The strawberry blonde was so obvious. Hoping for nerves of steel, she approached the door. She went to knock on it, but the door was already cracked open. She peeked inside and saw Poppy laying on her bed.

“Dad, I am still number one in rank. Yes, I know you were number one for four years during your time here. No one is going to take it from me. Y-you would disown your own child? I understand. Yes sir. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go to dinner. Oh, you have a business trip. Yea I get it. I love y.. And you hung up.”

Bea could hear Poppy shuffle and she hurriedly back away from the door. She waited a moment and finally knocked on the door. Poppy opened it, she was wearing a pink silk robe. Bea took in the full view. Even when she was scowling Bea couldn’t help but admire the way her hair flowed and how great her legs were.

“This better be some sick joke, Hughes. Why are you in the Zeta house?” Poppy didn’t sound angry though. She just seemed more defeated and sad.

Bea snapped out of her trance. "I was just dropping off your dry cleaning and a frozen treat for you.”

“Funny because I definitely told Taylor to do that.” Poppy got out her phone to call Taylor and chew her ass out. It went straight to voicemail and it only caused Poppy’s anger level to rise even more.

“Something came up and she was so worried about getting your stuff to you, so I volunteered. Her phone was dead so she couldn’t get through to you.”

“Whatever Hughes, just put the stuff down and leave.” She didn’t need Bea to make her headache worse. Her dad Piers already put her in an absolutely horrible mood.

Bea went over and put the pile of clothes on an ottoman by Poppy’s closet. She put the bag of ice cream on her vanity. She stepped over by the door looking at Poppy.

“Um I know we aren’t the closest or even really friends, but I am a really good listener.”

“Why the hell would you say something like that? I have plenty of people around me to listen to. I would rather die a slow and painful death than talk to you about feelings.”

“It just seems lonely sometimes. All these people, but it only seems like they do it out of fear or power. I know how it is to feel alone is all I am saying.”

“You think you know it all, Farmsville. You don’t know shit about my life. Leave.”

Bea stopped and pulled out the receipt from the ice cream. She went over to the vanity for a pen and wrote her number on the back.

“If you ever change your mind, here is my number. All you have to do is give me the word and I will listen. I won’t even respond if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t know why directions are so hard for you, Hughes.” Poppy grabbed the receipt and balled it up, throwing it into the trash.

“Now please get the hell out of here.” Poppy said the words, but Bea could tell they had no real bite to them.

The twins picked up Bea’s Ford Bronco, hugging Zoey before they left. Bea got into the driver’s spot since she didn’t always trust Sabina’s driving. They started their twelve-hour trip back home. Hopefully, the time with their parents would go smoothly now that Sab and Bea finally mended their relationship. Bea’s phone rang over the Bluetooth to her car as she drove.

“Hey Mom, what's up?”

“I was just checking in on my amazing daughters. We are going to have the family over for dinner. Oh Bea titi Eva was saying how she is excited to hear about all your law classes.”

“Oh yay that’s so great.” Bea tried to muster up excitement, but it just fell flat. Hopefully her mother didn’t notice.

“Alright, you girls drive safe. We will see you soon.”

Bea always dreaded talking about her future. It was always the worst thing, especially since she was practically forced into pre-law. She would need a miracle to get through this winter break.

One New Message: Unknown Number

If you tell anyone I messaged you, I will murder you and hide the body.

Well maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

#queen poppy #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #queen b choices #belvoire #ina kingsley #zoey wade #bea hughes

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private show | jjk

✦ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

✦ summary: throughout your relationship, you never thought jungkook would ask a certain type of action from you. however, you take it into consideration...without the intention of him nearly catching you

✦ rating: M, not suitable for minors

✦ genre: smut

✦ word count: 7.4k

✦ warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, tsundere!reader, rough & unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!!), dirty talk, degradation bc im a whore for that, masterbation, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), fingering, orgasm denial

Honestly, you didn’t know what you did in your past life to earn a man like Jungkook but you weren’t complaining one bit anyways. By just one look at you, people assumed you weren’t the type to have a boyfriend and you would spend the rest of your life alone. Luckily, you managed to prove them all wrong by being with someone who loved you for the way you were instead of your money.

It was a blessing and a curse to be born into a rich family of doctors who expected you to be the heir of the family hospital. Despite having your future already planned for you, you fell in love with playing the violin after being introduced to it when you were young. The feeling of holding the violin against your jaw as the bow ran across the strings to produce a classical melody that you’ve familiarized yourself with throughout the years.

You would much rather be at a violin recital in a beautiful dress playing one of Bach’s sonatas than being cooped up in your room studying biology. However, your parents didn’t feel the same way.

When you were about 6, you ranked second at a competition against tons of kids who were in their later-preteens but that wasn’t enough to prove to your parents how much you loved music. They took it as a sign of failure because “it’s not being first” and always used that argument against you to emphasize on how you have to be at the top of your class.

“Mommy! Guess what, I got second place! Second out of a bunch of bigger kids! I didn’t expect-” you squealed, kicking the back of the limo’s glass partition. Instead of candy, you were buzzing with excitement due to how well you placed in your county’s music recital. But what you didn’t know was that even a place close to first was never enough. “Why didn’t you get first?”

As those words ran through your ears, you felt your blood run cold and the eyes that were dancing of excitement and joy started to dull. You clutched your certificate tightly, tears starting to swell up.

“That’s because there was a sixth grader who was better than me and she was really good, she can play the piano-” “You see, if you can’t get first then you shouldn’t pursue a career in music. It’s too hard and competitive for you anyways. How about you focus on your studies, especially since you’re going to take over the hospital when you’re older.”

Up until last year which was your freshman year of college, you obeyed them by devoting your time to studying and only treating music as just a hobby while you hide your feelings along the way. Now that you think about it, you barely had friends during high school since every break period, you were always alone in the music room and you were too stubborn to go up to people. The only reason why you would talk to someone is to work on a group project but it ended up being that you would do all of the work while they slack off.

Everyday felt dull and uninteresting, especially since you’re being put in a fate that you don’t even want. But like some stupid cliche, it all changed ever since you met him.

You didn’t even intend to meet him, hell you barely knew he existed. But the night of your chemistry midterm, the apartment next to you decided to have a party which most of the school is invited to and blast loud music that could be heard from the next town over.

It couldn’t get any worse as you were already stressed from college and your parent’s crazy expectations and you were definitely not failing otherwise you’re dead meat. Normally, you would just try to sleep it out with earplugs but since you barely ate anything but coffee and granola bars and you were tired from the 24 hour studying, that was your last straw. So you did the thing a person would do in your situation: marching over to the party in your purple star-printed nightgown to give them a piece of your mind.

Already at the door, you could feel people’s stares burn into you, due to why you came to the party when you didn’t bother interacting with people and why you were in your pajamas. Maybe people were going to talk about you on Instagram but you didn’t care, you just wanted to ensure that you have enough sleep so you could at least pass.

Unfortunately for you, you must’ve looked extremely stupid because you were wandering around the same area like a drunk man. Random people did offer to get you a drink but you declined; after all it was a school night. Eventually you gave up trying to even bother talking after seeing the host, local frat boy Jackson Wang, surrounded by the rest of the partygoers in a beer pong game.

Frustrated and exhausted, you hauled yourself up to a seemingly empty room and collapsed onto the bed. Not only did you enter a college party in your pajamas but you wasted precious time studying over something idiotic like this. With all of these negative emotions inside of you, screaming inside a pillow was the first thing that came into your mind. And unfortunately, someone had to be the witness of your near mental breakdown.

“Woah, is everything okay?” a velvety voice chuckled, patting your back slightly. Well, another reason why your night is absolute shit. You turned your face up to chew off the mysterious person but for some reason, your voice was all caught up in your throat.

He was different, different from all of the boys that ever interacted with you. Despite you being a complete loner, the guys in your high school tried to hook up with you but you were never interested. They stunk of axe and the only reason why they’re “popular” is because they were on a sports team. Besides, you were too busy in your academics to even think about dating.

You couldn’t really see him but the guy who’s in the room with you looks better than every single guy in your high school combined: his long dark hair in a mini-ponytail contrasting with his cute bunny-like face.

“Wh-who are you?” “Jeon Jungkook. I’m a member of the boxing team and my family owns a records shop downtown. What about you?”

“I-i-” “Aren’t you Y/N, the smart girl who doesn’t talk to anybody and spends her time either studying or in the music room with her violin?” Thank god the room is dark because your face was burning up badly. Barely anyone knew you and if they did, they had bad things to say about you because you were so quiet and boring. However, what he said was a fact and you shouldn’t blame him for having an impression on you due to what other people said. It hurted nonetheless though, especially since he was a part of a sports team.

“Yeah, that’s me. What do you want? If it’s homework answers, then fine!” you snapped, immediately standing up and walking away. You were absolutely done with this night, all you wanted to do is sleep so you have some sanity tomorrow.

“You sure are feisty. It’s cute,” he said with a cocky grin stuck on his face. Oh, how you wanted to slap it off.

“If you’re asking me out, I’m not interested!” you fought back. Although you were one step out of the door, something about him made you want to stay. Like you wanted to talk to him.

“I didn’t say anything about that but if you want it that way-”

“No! I-I’m sorry for acting all rude, I’m just having a really bad night and I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone,” you mumbled, turning on the light. Oh how it was a bad idea..

Now that you could really see his face clearly, your heart felt like it was about to explode. He was dressed in a simple all-black T-shirt and jeans with combat boots to match. What really captivated you were the tattoos on his hand and up to his elbow, each symbol and design etched out beautifully which must’ve taken hours.

Although you were at least wearing clothes, you felt exposed due to the stupid pajamas you have on. He somehow sensed your embarrassment and gave you a small smirk which made it ten times worse.

“Well, do you want to explain why you were screaming in a pillow earlier?” Normal you definitely wouldn’t spill her feelings to a hot guy she just met five minutes ago but with him, you felt safe. Like for one night, all your worries and feelings are immediately gone and it’s just you and him.

Was this the stupid shit they call “love at first sight”?

“My midterm is tomorrow and I can’t sleep from all of the noise so I came here to yell at the host of the party. Jackson Wang, fuck you and your decision to host a party today,” you sighed, settling yourself next to him. You would expect him to immediately laugh and make fun of you since it was something a lot of people did to you whenever you cared about your grades. Instead, he looked at you with understandment and listened to what you had to say.

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I went to this stupid party in the first place,” he replied, making you snort out a laugh. As you were trying to collect yourself from his statement, Jungkook’s mouth turned up into a small smile.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect that. Anyways, I guess I should get going since I have a big day ahead of me,” you smiled, feeling a small weight being lifted off of your shoulders. As you trudge out the door, Jungkook’s arm stops yours for a second.

“Do you think I can have your phone number? Not for dating but you sound like a really cool person to be around and no offense but you seem lonely.” “Thanks for the compliment. But here you go,” you said sarcastically, scribbling down your phone number on a random piece of stationary in the drawer next to the bed. Maybe this is all a fever dream, maybe you’re hallucinating due to how little sleep you’ve gotten during midterm week.

“I’ll see you soon…” he waved you goodbye as you gave a final look at the door. He was interesting but now isn’t the time to be distracted! You’re pretty sure that if you pinch yourself, you’ll be back in your dorm since this is just a dream? “Also, d-don’t take it the wrong way! It’s not like I like you or anything! I just wrote down my number because you asked nicely! We’re never going to date!” Not only did you pass your midterm but your last line to Jungkook in the stuffy college party would become your famous last words.

It’s been years since you and Jungkook met at that party and a lot has changed then. You started to grow feelings and date him a few weeks after your midterm, eventually making the relationship official in a month. After a few months into dating, he introduced his parents to you first. They were a sweet family with amazing home cooked meals which you were dying to recreate and luckily, they accepted you with open arms.

However, him meeting your parents wasn’t that smooth. Now that you look back on that day, not only were you permanently deciding to be with the one that you love but it also felt like you were breaking free out of the shell that your parents trapped you in because you didn’t want to go down the path they set for you.

You shook your head to yourself, not wanting to be reminded of the painful past. Now, you were a violinist playing in recitals and companies and Jungkook was running his parent’s record shop. You were happy and you didn’t care about what your stupid parents think. They can simply ask someone else to run the hospital and it’ll still be fine.

As soon as the practice track ended, you turned off the metronome and packed your violin away. The apartment that you and Jungkook shared was average-sized, a notable difference from the mansion you used to live in but it was better. You were with the person you love and that’s all you could ever need. It may sound corny but a simple life with him was all you ever wanted.

After you pack away your violin, you impatiently wait alongside the door for Jungkook to get home. Right now, he has boxing practice for a match next week and he wanted to stay with his teammate Taehyung to be the best that he can but he’s stopping by for a day. You’re not into boxing but like the good girlfriend you were, you attend most of his matches (some conflicted with your performances) and cheer him on.

Although you miss having him by your side, you’re also aware of how much boxing means to him as it was a break from the hectic life of owning a music store. Another positive in your new life was the amount of music there was, a good break from the science and math that filled your childhood.

You heard some jiggling among the door locks and surely enough, Jungkook’s handsome face was in your view. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and some blue jeans, a very simple outfit after spending most of his time at the boxing gym.

“Hey baby,” he cooed, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Hi. I’m so happy you’re back, I was starting to worry that you forgot about me,” you joked, carrying his boxing bag to your shared bedroom with him tagging behind.

“You know I would never forget about you,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the back of your neck. Instead of wriggling away like you normally do, you allow yourself to relish in his affection since he wasn’t a person who did it often.

“I missed you..” you mumbled, turning around and kissing him. He returned the kiss more passionately, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The sudden action made you forget about everything, focusing only on him. Unfortunately, with your senses locked on him, it caused you to fall onto the bed, your head nearly hanging off of the edge. Jungkook used your weakness to have more control over the kiss and you, carefully grabbing the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Even though he always controls kissing you, his lips are also full of love and longing due to him being gone for too long.

“God I missed this,” he mumbled, breaking away to remove the buttons of your blouse and kissing the side of your neck. You whined from his touch, feeling a bit embarrassed due to how much time it’s been since the two of you were together.

“What is it baby girl, are you nervous? Come on, we’ve known each other for years and I know you can take anything I give you.” It was true of course but for some reason, it felt like the first time you had sex with him.

After your shirt has been taken off, you unconsciously cover your chest with your arms. You didn’t know why you’re acting so self-conscious, especially since you’ve been a challenger to him in bed.

“Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you don’t want to-” Jungkook asked softly, reaching over to take your hand.

What’s there to be nervous about? It’s just Jungkook and like he said, you’ve known him for too long. Besides, don’t you have too much pride to act this way? You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked back at him with a seductive smile.

“You were taking too long to take off my shirt. How boring,” you said coyly, tapping his nose playfully. He returned your gaze, his eyes darkened with lust and desire.

“Well then baby girl, how about you take off the rest of your clothes since you seem like you want to do it,” he muttered, sitting up with his attention completely on your chest. One thing you were infamous in your relationship for is being a brat, a mix of you being submissive but not backing down completely. Even though you liked being a good girl sometimes, the rest is just you on the receiving end. After all, you won’t back down to a challenge, nonetheless if your challenger’s your significant other.

If a person only based off of what they saw, they would think that you were the one taking absolute control due to the aura you give off and your harsh personality. However, at least between you and him since you were one to keep your private life a secret, he is the one with the reins and you were completely fine with it.

You unclipped your bra, throwing it at some random place in the room and revealed your exposed breasts. He ogled at your body up and down, his familiar lustful gaze running through his eyes.

“Hey, what are you staring at?” you barked, slowly starting to feel awkward. Unlike you, Jungkook had no shame when it came to your bedroom activities and there were times when he would just stare at you while you’re completely bare. How embarrassing...but it’s no big deal.

“Watch your mouth you little brat. Do I have to punish you on my day back?” he said darkly, his tone immediately making the back of your hairs stand up. Your face softened, heat forming in your cheeks as you twirled a random piece of your hair, a random habit that you’ve done since elementary school.

“I-I’m sorry.” “Sorry what, baby girl? You’re smarter than that.” “Sorry..sir.” After that word was uttered in your soft and obedient tone, Jungkook could feel his dick growing harder by the second. Hearing you give up all of your confidence and letting him control you never failed to turn him on.

“Now take off the rest of your clothes, sweetie. Or are you going to continue being a dumb little girl and keep playing with me,” he growled softly, leaning back on the bed frame. You felt like acting up some more but he truly was scary when he’s upset and you didn’t want to make his visit back bad because of your behavior so you simply did what he said. Even though you wouldn’t admit it to the world, you also love obeying Jungkook.

You quickly unzippered your jeans, pulling them off along with your panties and kicking them out of the bed. The warmth from the clothes were immediately replaced by the chilly air from the air conditioner, your nipples standing up and goosebumps filling your body. It was humiliating, especially since Jungkook can see you so clearly.

“My precious sweetheart,” he cooed, leaning over you and you could feel his hardened member alongside the roughness of his jeans as he slowly grinded into you.

“Ahh…” You didn’t know what to say, except you knew you wanted more. Jungkook’s mouth was latched onto your nipples, sucking them harshly while his other hand was massaging and flicking on them repeatedly. You felt your eyes roll back to your head and your pussy dampening, even though he wasn’t doing anything yet.

“You like this baby?” he asked gruffly, tugging on your nipple teasingly as it sends sparks of pleasure inside you. You only let out a whine in response as he broke apart from your chest and slowly made his way down your body.

All of a sudden, he inserted one of his long fingers inside of your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. You squealed from the intrusion as your body tried to familiarize itself with his finger, your walls clenching around his digit.

“Damn, have you gotten tighter since last time?” He started to thrust his finger in and out of you at a moderate pace, trying to get you used to the feeling. As if one isn’t enough for you, he suddenly inserted a second one to stretch you out.

Your mind was a haze, not paying attention to anything that was happening around you and focusing on the pleasure that Jungkook was giving you. His fingers attempted to reach the spongy section of your g-spot, the place that absolutely had you in hysterics. Surely enough, his fingertips grazed over it and you could nearly come undone at any second.

While he added an additional finger and completely filled you up, you could feel his smooth tongue on your clit, flicking and sucking on it feverishly. High-pitched moans and mewls were coming out of your mouth embarrassingly as you tugged on Jungkook’s long locks in order to steady yourself of the pleasure.

You could feel him curl his fingers and touch your g-spot, sending sparks within you. At this point, you were barely in a stable mindset due to how good he was making you feel. You felt a knot building up in your stomach, your orgasm coming close to you.

“Are you gonna cum now baby girl? Do you want to cum for Sir? Yeah, I know you do, I could feel it coming,” he said tauntingly, his fingers and tongue abusing your cunt and the vibrations among it made the sensation feel even better.

“Y-yeah, I’m gonna-” you whimpered pathetically but to your dismay, he completely stopped by sliding his fingers out and removing his face. With your release dismissed like it was nothing, you felt annoyance build up on you as your body shook from the denial.

“What the hell? Why did you stop?” you groaned, your eyes shooting sharp daggers at Jungkook. If looks could kill, he would surely be dead within two seconds. But all that’s on his face were your liquids and a cocky smirk that you want to wipe off instantly.

“Because I want you to cum on my dick first. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you, y’know?” he said casually, pulling off his shirt like it was nothing and revealing his impressive 6-pack. One thing that you were always in awe of was his figure. Jungkook was a really athletic person, always finding time out of his day to work out and maintain his muscular body. You didn’t mind if he didn’t have abs but it neutralized his cute face that could easily kill anyone.

“It’s been a while, yeah? You ready kitten?” Jungkook kicked off his jeans and his boxer that covers his massive bulge was immediately in your vision. You could feel your thighs rubbing together as you were craving him inside you.

“You’re calling me kitten now?” you mumbled shyly as he sat on the edge of the bed, palming his hardened member.

“Yeah because you’re my cute kitty, aren’t you? Do you want to take off my boxers for me?” he smirked, knowing how excited you are to see him like this again. Like there was no tomorrow, you yanked it off impatiently and his dick sprang out, hitting his abs before standing up instantly.

“You’re excited, aren’t you? Don’t deny it,” Jungkook teased, stroking his member teasingly before setting you down on your back and hovering above you.

“I want it,” you mumbled impatiently, getting excited with the thought of him fucking you until you can’t walk again. He chuckled at your reaction, slowly slipping himself inside you. You shrieked from the sudden movement and tried to make yourself comfortable even though this wasn’t new to you.

“Alright baby, let’s go,” he said gruffly, slowly pulling out and slamming it back inside within the next five seconds. You let out a scream as he picked up the pace into the all-too familiar rough and fast one.

“Damn, you’ve gotten way tighter since the last time I’ve fucked your brains out. Feels so good for Sir,” he groaned, his dick completely filling you warm and deep to the point where it could nearly reach your guts. “Does my baby like that? Like getting dicked down where I can feel her in your stomach?” “Ahh, oh my god!” You could only moan and whine in response, pathetic noises coming out of your mouth as Jungkook’s dick hit every surface of your pussy. His veins already made it even more pleasurable and you could feel the tip grazing upon your g-spot, making you even more sensitive.

It hasn’t been long but embarrassingly, you could feel your orgasm arrive once again due to how good his dick was thrusting into you. As he continued to drill your abused cunt, you could feel your legs tremble at the sensitive feeling and the impending sensation of your orgasm starting to grow in your core.

“S-sir, oh my god-” you mewled as Jungkook used his force to flip you on your stomach, your face covered in the pillows. You couldn’t feel him inside you for a second but suddenly, he slammed inside you with no remorse and continued fucking you at that fast pace.

Your cunt throbs as you prepare yourself to cum all over his dick. Jungkook could sense it too by the way your walls started to tighten around him, making it even more pleasurable than the last time you two had sex due to how tight you were. You were praying that he doesn’t deny your orgasm again but there were times where he was that cruel. But you’ve behaved enough to not warrant that type of treatment.

“Is my baby gonna cum now? Go on, come for me, I want to see you come undone on my dick,” he chanted lowly, his pace fastening due to his orgasm coming in soon. Like his words set off a reaction inside you, you screamed out his name and squirted on his dick and stomach. Using that as fuel to keep going, Jungkook thrusts even faster than before to catch his own high as you try to calm yourself down from your own orgasm.

“Ahh, Jungkook-” you whined from the sensitivity but you kept holding on so he could cum too. The way his sweat dripped off of his forehead and complimenting with his dark locks nearly made you want to cum again.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, oh shit,” he moaned out, his thrusts slowing down and surely enough, you could feel his dick spurt out his seed inside you. He started to pull out and stroke himself, spurts of his cum filling up your pussy to not waste a drop.

You and him started to breathe heavily from the intense fuck as you gingerly pulled up the sheets to cover your body. It’s not like you were embarrassed of him seeing your body, it was a habit you did after you have sex with him.

“Did you miss me?” he smiled, lying down next to you and covering an arm around your waist. You nodded, snuggling up next to him on the neck of his crook. There weren't any words spoken from the both of you for a while, instead you were just enjoying the presence of him next to you because after today, he’ll be gone again.

If you had it your way, you didn’t want him to go but he really wanted to participate in his boxing match and what kind of girlfriend were you if you didn’t support him? Still, you loved every moment with him and he was the one thing you absolutely loved in your life.

After a moment of silence, Jungkook broke the silence by facing towards you with seriousness in his eyes. You were worried that something may have happened, so you braced yourself with the worst that could happen. But surprisingly, his words were a bigger shock than any other disaster you could think of.

“Y/N, do you mind if I ask something of you? I hope you don’t find it uncomfortable or invasive.” “Sure, what is it?” You should’ve known from the cheeky smirk he gave you that he was going to request this type of stuff.

“I want to see you touch yourself. I think you’ll look so hot fucking yourself with your fingers while all I’m doing is just watching you.” “What the hell?!”

You were lying if you said you didn’t think about it a lot, especially since Jungkook left the house today this afternoon. Now that he wasn’t there, the apartment felt lonely again and you automatically missed him.

However, the thought of him also brings you back to the conversation you had after you two had sex after a while.

“You’ve never touched yourself? I figured that something like that would come easy to you!” “Well- you know I have dignity right! It’s already embarrassing enough that I’m your submissive!”

“You’re right, it’s already hot seeing you act all whiny and needy for my touch.” “Shut up! Stop making fun of me!”

You shook your head, trying to get rid of Jungkook’s words. With the intent to clean your room to take some stuff out of your mind, you walked to the shared bedroom and started to rearrange random knick-knacks that were placed in peculiar locations.

While you were wandering around, your eye caught sight of a black duffel bag that was in a hidden corner of your bed. With curiosity, you approached it to check to see what was inside. It was heavy and filled with boxing gloves and other equipment, meaning that it was Jungkook’s.

He must’ve forgotten it when he left today, you mused, holding the glove to your chest. A normal person would immediately contact him and give it back but it was like a living piece of him, having its name and scent. You can’t believe you already miss him that much to hold onto his boxing gloves for some comfort. How pathetic.

The smell of him already reminded you of yesterday, when he touched you and made you feel so good. You groaned to yourself as you feel your panties dampening just from the thought of Jungkook giving you pleasure.

“Y’know what, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right? Alright Jungkook, I’ll do it,” you muttered to yourself as you slowly grazed your fingers to your lower region. You could already feel the slick coming out of your panties, signalling how wet you were.

You were a smart person but frankly, you were confused on how to touch yourself especially since this was your first time. Memories of the way Jungkook inserted and thrusted his fingers inside you flashed through your mind, giving you an idea on how to start.

You slide your panties off to your ankles and slowly insert your index finger inside of your core, letting yourself get familiar to your own fingers inside of you. It sure felt different than when Jungkook did it, it wasn’t enough to completely make you feel undone. You pumped another finger inside, giving you something inside at least but it was no better than Jungkook’s touch.

“Ahh, Jungkook,” you moaned softly, flicking your own clit with your fingers which makes the pleasure at least a bit better. You would rather have him with you but it was enough to fill up a small part of his absence. Remembering every time he fucked you harshly was enough to quicken your pace with your fingers, your walls clenching around them and your orgasm closely approaching.

Your other hand groped your breasts, flicking your nipple and massaging them while the other was thrusting in and out of your needy cunt. You were completely in your own euphoria, the world completely fading away from you. Unfortunately for you, that euphoria is only short-lived.

An annoying sound ran throughout your room, the culprit being your cell phone. You groaned with disappointment as you attempted to pry your fingers out of your pussy and your orgasm fading away with every time the ringtone chimed.

With your slick-covered hands, you read the text and your blood started to run cold from the words that were displayed on the screen.

[Jungkook ♡]

- Hi babe, I’m coming home bc I forgot my boxing bag.

- Sorry that this was sudden

- Actually, I’m outside the apartment rn

You’re fucked. Absolutely fucked. But lucky, you still had a minute to spare to make it seem like you weren’t doing anything. You put his boxing glove back in the bag and wobbled downstairs to the front door. The door locks started to jingle and you immediately opened them just for him to take his bag and go. You love him with all of your heart but now’s not the time to chat with him.

“Hey Y/N, do you have my bag?” he asked across from you, looking as good as ever. You forced a smile and shoved his bag in front of your face.

“Yeah, it’s this one right? So, here it is so you can get going now! Goodbye!” you grinned, sweat dripping down your face.

Jungkook looked puzzled on why you were acting that way but decided to go along with it. “O-okay, thanks.”

“Of course! Now, you should get going now! Your boxing rehearsal isn’t going to wait forever, is it?” you chuckled, trying to push him out of the door but he didn’t budge. After taking a quick glance at you (more specifically your legs and the amount of slick dripping down), he decided to stay.

“Woah, woah, there’s something going on. Let me in,” he said stubbornly, pushing against you to get inside the apartment.

“What are you talking about? There’s literally nothing going on! You should go back to the boxing place!” you argued but he wouldn’t listen. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you upstairs into the bedroom and set you down, looking straight into your eyes. You immediately blushed as his eyes held such confusion and hunger inside.

“Don’t lie to me, only bad girls lie. So tell me baby, what exactly is going on?”

Surely he didn’t know right? You still have some time to lie because there’s no way he knows.

“I was taking a nap before you texted me.”

“Without your panties on and a shit ton of slick dripping down your thighs?” he asked with confusion, pulling up your skirt and revealing your soaking pussy, throbbing due to the atmosphere. At this point, you were absolutely stuck in a corner as Jungkook stared at the way you’re completely aroused.

“Ahh, um..” “Are you cheating on me, Y/N?” His eyes were now full of sadness and hurt and you could immediately feel your heart start to break.

“N-no! Of course not! I would never cheat on you, you’re the one who I love! It’s just because..” you tried to get the idea out of his head, holding his hands tightly. Jungkook’s face brightened up a bit before being replaced with suspicion.

“So, what’s up? What were you doing while I left?” There was absolutely no talking yourself out of this because Jungkook would find out either way at this point. But at least it’s better than making up a stupid lie, right? “I..um..remember how you said you wanted to see me touch myself yesterday?” “Of course.” “Well...I was doing that..” you mumbled with embarrassment, avoiding his eye contact. Jungkook’s ears picked up what you said and his face lit up with excitement and desire.

“Say that again for me?” he smirked, loving how soft and shy you were now.

“I..was touching myself while I was thinking of you,” you said a bit loudly but it was still so embarrassing. You had no idea why he was all so happy right now but it made you happy nonetheless.

“Do you think you can show me?” he grinned, staring up into your eyes.

“What?! N-no! It’s private right? You see, it’s private for a reason! Now you got your bag and figured out why I was acting weird so you can go now!” you snapped, heat automatically filling up your body.

“It’s okay, I can skip practice today. This is important, why didn’t you tell me?” “It’s not something I should tell you.” “Anyways, you’ve been a bad girl today. Touching yourself while thinking of me, you’re so naughty. So your punishment is to reenact what you did before I came back and I’m not leaving until I see you touch yourself. But don’t worry, if you need help then I’m always here,” Jungkook purred, his dominant persona on. You gulped down a lump down your throat but you weren’t ready to back down to him yet.

“No I’m not! I’m not giving up my dignity just yet!” “Come on, little girl. I know you were fucking yourself like a little whore while you were gone. Did your tiny little fingers fill you up completely, better than my cock? I know you didn’t because even though you’re a whore, you’re still such a slut for my dick.” His dirty words made you even more turned on than normal with even more slick running down your thighs. You knew it was better to obey, especially since he’s talking like this. With that being said, you scooted yourself with the back of your head hitting the bed frame. After a minute of hesitation, you lifted up your skirt which revealed your whole pussy to him. Jungkook stared intently, noticing every little twitch that it made as it’s longing for something to be inside it and how wet it has become. His lips were curled into a smirk as your fingers started to graze over your folds.

Taking a deep breath, you inserted two of your fingers to aid the throbbing in your core. It felt different than when you did it before, maybe due to Jungkook staring at every little movement you made.

Despite your initial refusal, having him watch over you turned you on even more and the throbbing only continued to get worse after you slowly started to move your fingers. You didn’t know how much it turned you and him on, judging from his erection in his pants.

“Ahh, oh my god,” you moaned, adding an additional finger and groping your boobs with your other hand.

Jungkook’s mouth was in shock, shocked at how you can look so sexy touching yourself even though it was your first time. His dick was begging to be released in his now tight sweatpants but just watching you like this was more than enough.

He’s never admitted it directly to you but surprisingly, he’s such a voyeur and seeing you wrecked with only your fingers or even a toy could make him cum as hard as him actually fucking you.

“J-Jungkook, please…” you mewled, rocking your hips against your small hands in an attempt to hit your g-spot, where only your boyfriend knows.

By now, you’ve inserted your whole hand inside of your core and it still wasn’t as satisfying as Jungkook’s long fingers inside you. You should’ve been embarrassed that his vision was at you masterbating but frankly, you didn’t care anymore.

“Shit baby girl, just like that, fucking ruin yourself,” he grunted, slightly stroking his hardened member through his sweatpants.

“I want your mouth on me,” you cried, slowly starting to feel the same ecstatic feeling of your release. The way his eyes were set on you alone brings you closer to your high as you’re practically grinding on your hand.

Luckily, Jungkook heard your wish and immediately brought his face down to your core, taking your fingers out and licking your clit like there was no tomorrow. His face was completely buried with the goal of eating you out and getting your cum out of you. It wasn’t a thought that ever crossed your mind but you never realized how much better Jungkook made you feel and how the throbbing seemed to go away after he was with you. His face was absolutely covered in your juices and adding to his warm mouth were his long fingers.

“You like that don’t you, you slutty little girl?” he hummed, the vibrations of his mouth making you even more closer to the edge. You gripped onto his arm tightly, your fingernails dragging along his muscles due to how much he was giving you.

You felt his fingers curl against you, hitting your g-spot and bringing you closer to your climax. It felt too good and you were craving to be ruined by him. Jungkook stared at the way you were shoving his hand amongst your tight little cunt, grinding on it as you try to reach your high and the squelching sounds it made.

Within seconds, you were close to your orgasm and you were trying to chase after it feverishly. His tongue and his fingers were too much for you, even though you received them last night. They made you feel so satisfied and full, always filling you up to the edge and the way he was hitting every spot nearly made you cream all over his fingers.

Unfortunately for you, he immediately pulled his fingers and mouth away, completely denying you of releasing. The hot feeling and intensity disappeared instantly and was replaced by the familiar throbbing as you let out a groan of disappointment. This was the second time you’ve lost your orgasm and you just wanted to release on him once more.

“Why did you stop? I was going to-” you growled, your face heating up due to the increased temperature inside.

“You’re not going to cum when I’m away. Is that a rule you can follow?” he said sharply, licking every remain of your juices off his face and wiping the excess with a tissue.

“W-why?” “Instead, I want you to send me a video touching yourself but not cumming until my match. Is that an order my little girl can do?”

You absolutely hated the fact that you won’t be releasing for a while but you didn’t want to get him mad. All you can do is just accept your fate and nod.

“There you go, don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel so good once I win,” he grinned, kissing you passionately. You could immediately taste yourself on his lips and felt his hardened member upon you. There were more things that the two of you would’ve done but he wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“Well then, I’ll be off. You’ll behave, right?” he parted cheerily, grabbing his bag and leaving the apartment like he didn’t just completely ate you out and denied your orgasm for the second time. As you heard the door lock, you’re left with your skirt drenched from your juices and the aching feeling between your legs.

Oh the things that Jungkook does to you. But what would happen if you gave him a little surprise during his boxing match. Surely, you weren’t that submissive and besides, it would be fun to tease him..

“You did great man!” Taehyung cheered, high-fiving Jungkook as soon as his match ended. He shared the same with a bunny-like smile and went inside the locker room to clean up to see you. Not only did he win but he’s going to be staying with you for a while now.

With a bright spirit, he unlocked his locker and opened his phone to a text message from you. There was an attachment with a seemingly innocent message but once he opened the video, it only fueled his desire.

[Y/N ♡]

- I miss you so much

Inside of the video was you fucking yourself with your fingers, high-pitched and incoherent whimpers coming out of you and from the looks of it, it was like you’re about to reach your climax.

Within the last few seconds, it cuts to you creaming all over the bed and licking your juices off of your fingers seductively with a cute wink at the end. All of that just to rile and tease him.

Shit, the things that this girl does to me, Jungkook sighs, feeling his member starting to grow inside of his pants again. They were simple instructions yet you can’t obey properly. Maybe it was due to you being a brat and wanting to be put in your place again.

Well, if there’s one thing that you and Jungkook know, is that you’ll certainly not walk the next day.

a/n: honestly, i’m not too proud of this but i hope you liked it regardless! let me know what you think and have a great day <3

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robinrunsfiction · 3 years

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i’m in love with the enemies to lovers trope. i know it’s kinda played out but i can’t get enough of it. a frank iero x reader where frank is kind of an asshole on the outside and secretly a softie on the inside is my weakness if you’d be interested in writing something like that :0

For You

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~2,500 Author’s Note: I was like I wanna write a story about a klutz who spills coffee all over themselves, as I have done that multiple days in a row. Somehow this story sprung from that idea. Another Frank college AU? You know it! Also I promise I proof-read this one 🤦🏻‍♀️

"For your midterm, you will be completing a research paper. To make it easier on you, I've decided that it will be a group project. To make it harder though, I've selected your partners and topics at random. If you like your partner and topic, congratulations the universe is smiling in your favor. If not, welcome to the real world, don't worry, it sucks for everyone at some point in time," the professor deadpanned from the front of the room. Some of the students laughed nervously, but most just sat silent.

Macroeconomics wasn't interesting to (YN), but she needed to get her prerequisite courses out of the way before she could really focus on her major. She glanced around the room, there wasn't really anyone she didn't want to be partnered up with, except for-

"Frank Iero, you're working with (YFN) (YLN)," the professor announced. "Your topic is economic inequality as a result of globalization."

Him.

Frank glanced over at her and she sighed. There was absolutely no part of him that seemed friendly or like he would be interested in sitting with her in the library for hours on end doing research. If she had to do the project alone, that was fine as long as she passed.

"You may use the rest of the time to meet with your partner and start work,” the professor announced, as all the students gathered their things and started moving around the room.

Taking a deep breath, she threw her stuff in her backpack and headed to the back of the room where Frank was slouched in his chair.

“Hi, I’m (YN),” she said, trying to be polite.

“I know,” he replied.

“Cool." Her reply tinged with sarcasm as she sat down at the desk next to his, but not pulling it any closer to his since he wasn’t making any effort to shift toward her. “So how do you wanna tackle the paper?”

When Frank didn’t immediately tell her to do it all herself and stick his name on it, (YN) was surprised. In fact she could have been knocked over with a feather when Frank started rattling off ideas and arguments that their paper could include.

“That all sounds really good actually. Are there any nights you wouldn’t be able to meet up to work on it?” she asked.

“I got band practice on Wednesday nights.”

“You’re in the marching band?” She asked before she could stop herself.

He scoffed. “No, a punk band. Does Thursday work?”

(YN) thought she was gonna sink through her seat from embarrassment from asking such a stupid question. “Umm, sure, I can do that. I’m in class until 5, so maybe like 6 so I can grab some dinner? If you don’t mind.”

“Yea, that’s fine."

(YN) glanced over her shoulder when she heard other students starting to get up to leave. When she turned back to Frank, he was already packed up and pulling on a beat up denim jacket covered in pins and patches.

“See ya,” he said as he walked off, leaving (YN) sitting alone in the room wondering what the hell the last 20 minutes of her life had even been.

It had been a couple weeks since the research paper had been assigned, and (YN) had been meeting with Frank every Thursday night, as well as checking in during class. While she quickly learned that Frank was incredibly smart, getting him to open up and share anything beyond the bare minimum was proving impossible.

“Christine, I’m so tired of these meetings! He’s just so…”

“Hot?” her roommate offered

“No, that’s not what I was gonna say! Intimidating! That’s it. He so clearly doesn’t want anything to do with me. He doesn’t talk, he just, sits there with his brilliant notes and thoughts and makes me feel stupid in comparison.”

“Maybe if you’re anxious you should actually eat something for dinner, instead of just chugging coffee. I have to sleep tonight, so I don’t wanna deal with you being up all night. Unless you plan on going back to his place.”

“Shut up,” (YN) muttered. “What time is it?”

Not waiting for an answer, or for her brain to register what she was doing, she lifted her arm and turned her wrist to check her watch, forgetting the coffee cup in that same hand. There was no way to stop the splash of coffee that instantly stained her white t-shirt brown.

“Oh fucking fuck!” She shouted, drawing looks from other students in the cafeteria. “I gotta go, I’m already late,” she muttered, pulling on her cardigan and wrapping it around herself before hurrying off.

“‘K bye,” Christine said, glancing over her shoulder as her roommate rushed off.

(YN) burst through the library door a few minutes after 6, and glanced around. She spotted Frank at their usual table by the windows, buried in a notebook.

"Hi, what's all that?" She asked as she sat down across from him.

Frank snapped the notebook shut. "Nothing."

"Oh, I was just wondering if it was something for the project, sorry. Do you have that GDP comparison data?"

"Yea, here," he said, pulling out a folder and sliding it to her.

"Thanks," she said, looking it over. Feeling eyes on her she glanced up and caught him watching her before looking away.

(YN) really didn’t mind working with Frank, he was more than pulling his weight, but just by existing he made her feel so painfully uncool, unintelligent, and basically boring. The half dried coffee stain on her chest was doing nothing to improve her confidence as she kept pulling her sweater around her every time it started to slip.

"You cold or something?" He finally asked.

"What? No, I'm fine."

"Then why do you have your sweater wrapped around you like that?"

(YN) felt her cheeks flush. "Why do you even care?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

(YN) was taken aback. "Isn't that your thing? Not caring, middle finger to the world, punk rock, whatever," she rolled her eyes.

Frank looked down, picking at his nails. "You don't know me very well then," he mumbled.

"Well you're a hard person to get to know."

To (YN)'s surprise, a word she never thought she'd hear him utter slipped from his lips.

"Sorry."

A silence hung between them before she dropped her arms and opened her sweater, revealing the large brown splotch on her chest. "I spilled coffee all over my shirt on the way here, okay? I thought you'd think I was an idiot and hate me even more than you already do."

"I don't hate you," he replied, and he actually sounded hurt. "And I don't think you're an idiot. Maybe a klutz, but not an idiot."

"Thanks," she rolled her eyes again, pulling her sweater across her again. "Can we get back to the project now?"

"Yea," he smirked.

It seemed to (YN) that something changed after that night at the library. Frank seemed less closed off, and like he was actually trying to get to know her a little. After they finished and turned in the research paper, which they received full points on and a note from the professor stating it was one of the most thoroughly researched papers he'd ever read, Frank and (YN) continued meeting on Thursday night to study for class.

Those nights their conversations ranged from their coursework and their classmates who annoyed them to music and books, and anything else that sprung to mind. The additional conversation also meant that their meetings were lasting longer and longer, until they were closing down the library.

"You shouldn't walk home alone, there are creeps and assholes out there," Frank said one night as they were packing up their notes after the librarian alerted them that they were closing.

"Well what else am I gonna do?" She shrugged, pulling on her jacket.

"I'll walk with you," he said like it was the most obvious answer.

"Oh, ok, I mean if you want," she shrugged.

As they headed toward the end of campus with the dorms, the only sound was the crunching of dead leaves under their feet. She tried to keep the butterflies in her stomach in check, but she had to admit she had really grown to enjoy the time she spent with Frank. And maybe Christine was right, he was hot.

"So you don't have a girlfriend that's gonna get jealous that you're walking me home late at night, right?" She asked jokingly.

"Nah, I don't got anybody. You got a boyfriend?"

"Why?" She immediately kicked herself mentally for how the question slipped out like it did.

"I don't want some defensive prick knocking me out for walking with you,” he replied unphased.

"Oh, I would never go out with a guy like that anyway," she shook her head. "I'm not property, I'm my own person ya know? I can walk with whomever I want."

"Fuck yea," Frank encouraged with a goofy smile.

"Anyway, thanks for making sure I didn't get kidnapped or whatever," she said, making her way up to the front of the dorm ahead of them.

"No problem," he nodded and turned to head to his dorm, but paused. "Hey (YN)?"

She barely heard him and caught the door before it shut completely, poking her head back out. "Yea?"

"Umm... have a good night," he waved, a bit awkwardly.

"Yea, thanks, you too," she smiled. He smiled back before turning to leave. She couldn't help but wonder if there was more that he wanted to say.

The end of the semester came quickly as fall chilled into winter. While (YN) devoted plenty of time to studying for all her finals, she most looked forward to studying for econ with Frank. But at their last study session before the test, he seemed off. He was quiet and closed off again, and (YN) wondered if she'd said or done something, but also thought maybe it was just how he was handling the stress of finals.

"The test really wasn't that bad, huh?" (YN) asked as she walked out of the classroom after the exam. Frank hadn't really said much to her before the test started and she was hoping maybe he'd relaxed a bit now that it was over.

"Yea," Frank mumbled.

"You signed up for microecon next semester with Professor Charles, right?"

"(YN)," he had stopped in his tracks. She turned to look back at him and her heart was in her throat. She knew from his tone whatever he was about to say wasn't any good.

"What?"

"I'm dropping out to pursue music. I just got asked to join this new band and we're gonna go record an album, I think it's gonna be awesome. But even if it's not, I gotta take this chance."

"Oh… oh that's really cool for you. Umm, well invite me to a show sometime, or don't, whatever. Have a good Christmas." She said turning quickly and hurrying as fast as she could with snow under foot. She felt the tears stinging at her eyes as she burst through the door to her building and ran up to her room. Thankfully Christine was out, so she could sob into her pillow in peace.

Winter break had been long, but visiting family, catching up with high school friends, and picking up some shifts at her old job kept (YN) busy. But no matter how busy she was, nothing could stop the thoughts lingering in the back of her mind of what maybe could have been with Frank if he hadn't left.

The spring semester started as cold and grey, like her mood. She was in her room working on her homework alone, as Christine was off in class, when someone knocked on her door. Glancing at herself in the mirror she realized how rough she looked. Dark circles rimmed her eyes as she wasn’t sure the last time she slept well, her hair had been braided to one side, but strands had slipped out. And she was in that damned stained t-shirt that she just couldn't get clean, or bring herself to throw away.

"Yea?” She started as she opened the door without checking who was on the other side. “Oh, Frank! What are you doing here?”

He sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? I, I didn't do things right last semester and-"

"You did things fine. I'm my own person, remember? And you're the cool punk kid who joins bands and becomes famous and forgets about unimportant people like econ project partners and it's fine. It's fine and I'm fine."

"(YN) -"

"I just thought maybe… maybe you liked me, or at least we were friends, ya know? But that's on me, the weird girl with the coffee stained shir-"

"(YN) would you shut up so I can kiss you?" Frank cut her off.

That worked as she stammered for a moment before squeaking out "What?"

"Like I said, I didn't do things right last semester," he said more softly. "I should have told you I liked you, I shoulda asked you out. Fuck (YN) the only reason I didn't quit mid semester is because of you! So I'm trying to make it right by telling you now."

(YN) was stunned into silence for a moment. "You like me too?"

"Yea, and I'm really hoping you'll give me a chance to show you."

She glanced down when she realized he was holding out a notebook. "What's that?"

"The notebook I write lyrics in."

She took it carefully before flipping it open. Glancing over the words and doodles that filled the pages, she found one that caught her eye.

"For (YN)?" She read aloud. "You wrote a song for me?"

"I mean I wrote a lot of songs for you, or about you and how I hoped you'd one day notice me, or talk to me, or forgive me for being a fucking idiot."

"It's ok. I think I overreacted too," she said, shaking her head. "Umm, if you want, you can totally kiss me."

Frank's face lit up, and (YN) felt her heart melting at his soft eyes. He reached up and tucked the stray strand of hair behind her ear before his hand shifted to the side of her neck. His calloused fingertips sent a shiver down her spine as they grazed her skin. He leaned in, lips pressing against hers, as she blindly grabbed at his jacket pulling him to her. His lips were soft and even though they tasted faintly of cigarettes, she didn't care because she was finally kissing him.

When they finally pulled back he was smiling like she'd never seen before. "God you're so soft and cute, I can't believe I was ever intimidated by you," she giggled and he blushed.

"Only for you, babe."

#frank iero x reader #frank iero fan fic #frank iero fan fiction #frank iero imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction

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mega-ultra-so-awesome-it-hurts · 3 years

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Replaced... for the Better

A/N: OKAY LOVES I DID IT! HERE IT IS! I KNOW IT’S TWO MILLION YEARS LATE BUT HERE!

Pairing: Paul Lahote x black!reader x Jasper Hale

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Heavy angst, sort of cheating.

Requested: No, but pleeeease request. I’m booored

Word count: 1106 (eep SORRY it’s so short! I was in a mood when I wrote out the rought draft hehe)

Summary: You find out you’re not the only one Paul imprinted on. But how will you take it? There MIGHT be a part 2, if enough people want it.

(GIF’s are not mine. Credit to owners!)

You weren’t the most beautiful woman in the world, and you knew it. But Paul still loved you. You knew he did. Or, you thought he did. Allow me to set the scene:

It was August, 2008. Slightly chilly outside, so it was cold inside, too. You were cooking dinner for the boys. You heard the door open, and you felt a cool Autumn breeze flow through your burnt orange sweater.

“Angel?” You smiled. It was Paul, your fiance. But... you thought you heard another person with him. One of the pack, maybe?

“Kitchen, baby! C’mere, I want you to taste this gumbo I’m makin’!” You were from New Orleans, and you were always cookin’ up soul food for your boys. A lot of times, you’d try some new food that you weren’t familiar with, but they’d all turn out wonderful. You and Emily were the best cooks on the reservation, that was for sure. The Pack thought y’all were the best cooks in Forks, but that was a bit cocky, and cocky wasn’t really your thing.

Paul’s footsteps stalled in the hallway, and you could hear the faintest of whispers. You rolled your eyes, knowing how much Paul and Jared loved to sneak up behind you and steal tastes of whatever you were cookin’.

“Come on in, boys! I’ll let you have a taste, too, Jared!” You assured the other Quileute boy you were sure accompanied your man.

“Uh... Y/N, I’m not with Jared...” Paul’s voice sounded hesitant, and you knew instantly something was wrong. He never ever called you by your name. He must’ve done somethin’ stupid again, you figured.

“What’d you do now, Paul?” Your voice held a hint of amusement, but it was mostly tired. You’d been on your feet all day, and now Paul was being all suspicious, so you were not going to get to rest any time soon. Well, you were more right about that than you had thought.

“Um, Y/N, can you come into the living room?” You put down the sharp kitchen knife that Emily gave you for your 18th birthday last month, which you were using to dice the carrots. Slowly, you turned the stove flame down, making sure the gumbo wouldn’t burn. Then, ever so slightly, you peeked your head into the living room. With Paul was another man. Pale, pale thing, honeyed hair, and golden eyes. You relaxed a bit. The Cullens came over from time to time, so you were familiar with the blonde doctor and his family. You smiled, walking over to be a good hostess and welcome him, when you noticed a minor detail you hadn’t seen before.

They were holding hands.

You stopped in your tracks, your smile faltering. Paul let go of the blond Cullen boy’s, (was his name Jasper?) hand, moving closer to you.

“Angel,” Paul began, walking towards you. “This is Jasper.” So you were right. “He’s my other imprint.” You dropped to the floor in shock, legs bent to the left, hands supporting your upper half to your right.

“Y/N?” Paul knelt beside you, his brows furrowed in concern. You shook off his hand.

“When?” You inquired, eyes still trained on the ground before you.

“Y/N-”

“When??” You questioned once more. Paul flinched slightly, then closed his eyes.

“The battle with the newborns.” Your breath caught. That was only 3 months after you and he had met. Only two weeks after you and Paul had first kissed. You had forgotten to breathe, and now your lungs burned for air. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Forcing a smile onto your features, you got to your feet.

“Hello,” Jasper said, nodding slightly. You softened a bit. You could tell he was nervous.

“Hi, honey. It’s wonderful to meet you.” You offered one of your better, more sincere smiles.

“You as well, ma’am.” Jasper stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook your head, pushing it away.

“Now, now, sweetie. None of that.” You opened your arms, stepping forward.

“I’m a hugger, shugs.” He opened his arms as well, and you both shared a sweet - albeit awkward - embrace.

“Come on,” you said, pulling away.

“I’m makin’ some gumbo, and I need you to mince the celery.” You took his cold hand in yours and led him into the kitchen. You gave him a stalk of celery and handed him a knife, telling him to get to work.

And then, it was like you had both known each other forever. Because it had to be. You didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and you definitely didn’t want to discourage Paul from happiness. So you laughed and smiled ‘till it hurt, locking your true feelings away in an iron safe so deep down, it was lost to even you.

Eventually, Jasper went home, and you stayed happy. For the rest of the day, you were all smiles, so bubbly it should’ve been suspicious. But nobody asked. Maybe they simply didn’t notice. Or maybe, just maybe, nobody cared.

_ _ _

Late that night, you and Paul were set up on the bed you both shared. You had your body resting against Paul’s chest, your lap housing a red bowl halfway filled with popcorn. You and Paul were watching a movie. It was one of the sappy romances that Paul couldn’t stand, but you loved them, and he loved you. Didn’t he? You were playing with Paul’s fingers when he asked you,

“You sure you’re okay with it?” He didn’t have to say what he meant. You knew. You put on your best act, looked up into Paul’s face, and you lied to him.

“Absolutely. Jas - He’s family now.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say his name. You hoped Paul didn’t notice. Paul’s expression changed, happy now. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on your head.

“You have no idea what that means to me, Angel. Thank you,” he whispered. You said nothing, not wanting to say anything else you couldn’t take back. You both went back to watching the movie. You were no longer playing with your man’s fingers, your hands now resting on either side of the popcorn bowl. Neither of you said another word.

Once the movie was over, you tied up your hair, laying next to Paul for the night. You waited for Paul’s breathing to even out, then changed into some decent runners clothes. You packed a duffel, and then, slipping a note into the side of the bed that you usually slept on, you left, without uttering so much as a goodbye.

A/N: I know it’s late, but it’s FINALLY done lmao. I had it written out weeks ago on paper, but between studying for midterms and failing biology, I haven’t really had time to update. Now, this wasn’t the ending I ORIGINALLY planned to go with, but i’m a bitch so I decided to change it. Part 2 MIGHT include more of the Cullen fam, and there MIGHT be a slight shift in gravity MUAHAHAHA. I have many things planned for the dear reader... so follow my account (or ask to be added to my taglist) for P2 when it comes!! SOrry for the title... my brain is spent and y’all probs won’t even see any MENTIONS of a P2 until March hahaha. But anyway hope y’all enjoyed this!

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birlcholtz · 3 years

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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Over the summer, Dex gets a Snapchat from Ransom. It's a shitty, slightly-blurry picture of his computer, featuring an Excel sheet prominently titled MED SCHOOL OPTIONS. He's captioned it wish u were here X(.

Dex has absolutely no idea what to do with that.

After about two minutes of deliberating (it can't be too long, he can't overthink too much, because it's Snapchat so Ransom knows Dex has seen what he sent), he takes a similarly shitty picture of a bunch of lobsters on the deck of his uncle's boat and sends it, captioned Wish I was there too.

He's in so deep.

Fuck.

Med school options. This fall, Ransom's going to be a senior, and he's going to be co-captain, and just... time moves so fast. Soon they'll be back on campus for pre-season, and then it'll be midterms, then winter break, then spring semester and Ransom's last semester at Samwell.

Gah.

He winds up Skyping Ransom that evening, when Dex is back from work and Ransom's taking a break from future-induced crises.

"How was the ocean?" Ransom says. He's clearly sitting in bed with his laptop, a blanket draped around his shoulders and tied like a cape. The look on his face is soft, in a way, or maybe he's just tired and Dex is reading too much into it. "Still big as fuck?"

"Still big as fuck," Dex confirms. "Still salty, too. Fewer lobsters in it than there were this morning."

Ransom chuckles at that, more of a 'ha' than a real laugh, but Dex feels warm inside anyway. Hopefully he's not blushing. "How are the spreadsheets treating you?"

"Ugh. I'm narrowing down schools, and there are a bunch that are like... fine? But nothing's really grabbing me." He shrugs. "They're all just places I could go to learn medicine. It's weird. My spreadsheets for undergrad were way more opinionated than this."

"Oh, mine too." Dex's college apps spreadsheet was almost entirely subjective, with a few columns of hard data so he could back up his opinions to his family. "Are you looking for a dream school?"

"I guess?" Ransom doesn't look all that convinced, though. "I've been planning to become a doctor for a really long time, so I feel like looking for med schools should be more... exciting. But I might just not have found the right places yet."

"That's the good thing about starting in the summer. You've got time." Even if Ransom looking for med schools already is just driving home the point that he'll be gone soon.

"I do, yeah. But I don't want to spend this whole year trying to figure out where I'm going next, you know? I want to enjoy it too. Spend time with people. That kind of thing." From the way Ransom says it, it sounds like he has more specific ideas than that, but he's not sharing so Dex doesn't pry.

Talking about how it's about to be Ransom's last year at Samwell sucks, but there's one topic that sucks even more, and like he's poking at a loose tooth, Dex gravitates directly to that one next. "How's March?"

Ransom blinks. "Oh. Uh. I have no idea? We kind of fell out of touch once the semester ended."

God. Okay. This is either good, because Dex won't have to hear about March anymore, or bad, because now he doesn't have March as a convenient reason to repress the shit out of everything.

"Oh, sorry," he says. "You don't sound too upset about it?"

Ransom pauses. He always looks kind of up toward the ceiling when he's thinking, and that's what he does now, gaze drifting up for a couple of seconds before he looks back at Dex. "I'm not, really. March is cool, but I think we both knew it wasn't going to last."

Alright, there's a legion of things Ransom is leaving unsaid there, but again, he's not sharing so Dex doesn't pry.

"I'm glad you're feeling okay." It comes out a little more serious than he means it to, but he can't take it back now, so he tries to backtrack a little with something humorous. "Because I haven't accumulated any vacation days, so I can't come to Toronto to watch rom-coms and yell at the screen with you."

Ransom gives him a confused smile, like he can't decide if that's weird or endearing. Which is fair, because Dex also doesn't know if what he just said is weird or endearing. "That's... oddly specific."

"Uh, that's what happens after the breakup in Legally Blonde." Dex shrugs. "It was the first thing that came to mind."

Ransom looks up at the ceiling again, and he doesn't quite look back at Dex before saying, "I mean, I could drive to Maine. It's not that far. You have weekends off, right?"

"Yeah," Dex says, probably too quickly. "Yeah, that would be..." 'Swawesome. Bizarre. A lot of adrenaline packed into one weekend. Probably crisis-inducing. "Cool. If you have time, I mean."

He does look back at the camera then. "Dex, please give me a reason to stop thinking about med school applications for a couple of days."

Dex feels himself start to smile. "Well, if you say so."

#please appreciate this i spent so long re-formatting the italics in tumblr #randex #my stuff #fic #omgcp

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etherealluminescence · 3 years

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Could I request MC being distant with their demon bro S/O and hanging out with their brothers more. The bros don’t know why. Do they wanna break up? Do they need some space away? Do they like another one of the bros more? As they go to talk things out with MC they overhear them talking with the other bros about how they want to plan the perfect date for their 1 year anniversary and need their help in making sure everything goes well. How do the bros react??

Of course anon! Sorry for the late reply, here you go! I just got back from the hospital, aha guess who has sciatica, that might not go away for months? aha aha. 2021 sure is a bang!! (:

Side note I got a free pull on chapter and got a UR but literally nothing on my ten pull not even an SSR that I didn’t own. I only got one SSR. This is luck and so unlucky.

Brothers react to GN!Reader being distant..?

Lucifer

Lucifer was often busy, and he knew that. He stayed up late and had to attend many meetings, but you’d always be so understanding and he loved that about you.

But recently, you haven’t been waiting for him in his office or running to his office with a warm cup of tea, telling him not to overwork himself like normal.

At first he was not super concerned. You must be busy getting your midterms done, and studying! You want him to be proud of you and praise you.

However he happened to go for a break and see you leisurely chatting with his brothers? And not studying? After noticing him, you avoided eye contact and ran.

He was concerned and knew something was up. He would confront you, but it seems like you did not want to talk to him. Did he do something wrong?

He started taking a few breaks, and sort of stalked you. He was getting annoyed and was going to finally corner you, until he heard Mammon very loudly shout out this was going to be the best anniversary date.

Asmo was also clapping and cheering talking about how cute/cool you would look for your anniversary date for Lucifer. It finally clicked.

He chuckled to himself as he walked back into his office and quickly finished off his work, after being in a good mood. He’s been so busy recently he failed to realise your anniversary was so soon.

When your first anniversary date finally came, he was calm and collected. Before you could even tell him the plan, who pulled out some flowers and chocolate, giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

Mammon

He was having a really bad day, losing all of the money he just earned, and wanted to cuddle you.

You were nowhere to be seen, so he waited for you on the couch, seeking your warmth as soon as you returned.

However, you came back with Beel,, and Lucifer,, and Belphie... why??? Why would you hang out with those guys?? On a Saturday?!

He pounced and cuddle you, and chased off his brothers. He cuddled you in front of the door, and wouldn’t let you get up for twenty minutes and kept mumbling “you’re my human!”

After head patting and backrubbing, he sat up and got off of you. You gently got up and told him you’ve got things to do, but you’ll cuddle later.

Later never came, but you talking to his brothers did. Why weren’t you giving him attention? You were his! He was your first! And that includes first to talk to about your day!

It was completely accidental, but while he headed to your room to cuddle, he heard you pleading with Lucifer to not be mean to Mammon for awhile, and to help make your date smooth.

He thought you were asking Lucifer on a date, but then he heard his name, and one year anniversary.

Fuck. He forgot that existed. Wait wait wait. His human is setting up a date? He’s so proud.

You already know that he knows because he’s utterly confident approaching you and puffs out his chest and swings his arm around your shoulder,

He thinks he’s so sneaky, but you all knew that he knows. If that’s the case, he may as well get his snuggle time back now.

Leviathan

You would go to Levi’s room every evening after dinner just to hear him ramble on about his newest merch, or to cuddle him and give him an abundance of affection.

However, recently you’ve said that you needed to focus on your grades a bit, since you were failing, so you’ll make it up to him when it’s over.

Of course he didn’t question it. A normie like you still has to occasionally study. He was going to play some horror games he recently bought, so it was for the best.

He was so absorbed in his games he didn’t notice you haven’t stopped by for a week, or that your grades weren’t even bad. That was until..

“Shit.” He hissed as he reached into an empty drawer. All of his emergency rations were gone, so he’d have to leave his room to fetch somemore. He begrudgingly made his way to the kitchen, where he found you laughing and joking with his brothers.

He didn’t enter, only watch through a small creak in the door and let his mind go wild. Did you hate him? Why are you laughing? Is mammon actually funny? Why are you nodding? Why is there that excited look in your eyes?

He ran away back to his room seething with rage. He was jealous, yet afraid. A thousand thoughts went through his head, to the point he was ignoring you when you approached him.

You were concerned, but it made your job easier. Though, this made Levi angrier and caused him to doubt himself more. Why weren’t you chasing after him??! It’s obvious he wants you to ask him what’s wrong.

He finally marched to the living room, his jealousy outweighing his self-doubt, and was about to confront you. Until he heard Beel say he got the reservation at a cat-maid cafe downtown.

What? And then he heard Mammon say that he found the figurine of a limited edition Ruri chan you were trying to get for your anniversary.

Shit oh man. Levi forgot about your anniversary. He thought you said you didn’t want to do anything?? He’s keyboard smashing while his face goes red, running to his room.

Are you really doing this for him?? A yucky otaku?? Is it true you actually live him? His jealousy instantly cleared and he became giddy, and then worried about what to get you.

On the day of the date he fidgeted a whole lot waiting for you to ask him, and nearly shouted yes as you told him you wanted to go somewhere. He fell in love with you again.

Satan

Immediately suspicious when you refused to spend time with him. Thought you were mad at him or tired of him, due to his anger issues.

Gets angry when he sees you talking to his brothers, or walking with them in between classes. When did you get so close with them?

He’s not one to hide his feelings, so he was going to ask you what’s going on, he’s not playing a cat and mouse game with you. If you don’t love him anymore, just tell him. And at the very least don’t let it be Lucifer who you love now.

Your anniversary was coming up and he knew it. He didn’t want to waste his time planning something for you two if you were going to break up with him.

He was entering the living room to confirm your feelings with you when he hears Lucifer tell you where you could get one of Satan’s favourite spell books that he’s wanted a hard copy of since forever.

He hears Beel tell you of good restaurants, and understands. You were doing that cliche things that happens in books.

He chuckled to himself for not being a great detective on this case, and observed you from a distance. Happy looking at you, who thinks they’re so sneaky.

On the day of the date he completely one ups you, whatever gift you gave him was nothing compared to amount of love he showered you with, and he even played stupid.

“I’m so hurt, I thought you’d break up with me on our anniversary.” You panicked and tried to reassure him and watch him laugh.

Asmodeous

Honey, do you REALLY think he’d forget your anniversary, or think his brothers are a thing to worry about? He’s the prettiest out of all of them! What’s there to worry about?

He catches on very early that you were planning to make your anniversary special. He can just feel your love for him, even when you’re distant.

He knows the only reason you’d communicate with all those annoying brother’s of his for more than five minutes and ignore him is if you’re asking about him!

He overhears you talking to them about them when he comes back from shopping one day, which confirms his suspicions.

It’s a good thing, since he can freely go shop for you. He buys a ton of stuff because your cute face keeps popping up in his head, and how cute you are planning a secret date for him because you love him.

Your cuteness might even rival his. While you finish up setting the date, he’s preparing himself. The night before he goes all out with his beauty products, cucumbers, face mask.

He even anonymously leaves you a bunch of beauty products. Of course it had to be Asmo though, since there was glitter everywhere, and a bunch of hearts on a note that said “anonymous”.

The next day he wore his cutest outfit, an adorable crop top and sweater, with his designer bags and boots, he looked like the absolute queen he is.

From the gift you got, you assumed he knew. And from his look, he knew. It was just amazing how you seven really thought Asmo, the king of love, would not remember the anniversary of the one person he’s ever actually loved, not just for their body, but for their personality.

Would be insulted if you didn’t do this for him. You’re just so adorable!! He also forces you to change your outfit to match with him, and absolutely uploads a ton of selfies saying matching and couple goals!!

Beelzebub

You told him you were busy, and that you couldn’t spend as much time with him as usual. He was super supportive like you have a life too!! Go ahead!! I love you!! Don’t worry!!

But then he sees you hanging out with his brothers a lot and laughing and having fun and his aura just radiates the “):” face.

Did you not want to spend time with him? Is it because he ate part of your wall? Were you tired of him?? Did you not like big boys anymore??

He looked super sad and depressed and you wanted to cry and squish his cheeks, but didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You forced your heart to be closed so you could make him happy later.

He knew your anniversary was coming up and wanted to do something special!! But did you subtly hint you no longer loved him and not even attempt to do an anniversary food binge with you?

It clicked when he walked in on Asmo shoving clothes in your direction telling you to pick out your favourite one, so he could match you and Beel for the day of your date.

His entire entity went from “):” to “:)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He just mentally said I love you.

He just melted to your touch in the few moments you would stay together. He couldn’t hide how much he loved you and wanted to squish you afterwards, with his big soft hands. But he had to resist.

You thought he was touch deprived, but were so glad to see it wasn’t the case!! And that he actually had a surprise for you!!

On top of all his meal coupons he’s saved on the past decade, he covered you in kisses and snuggled with you!!

Your date was cancelled because he just ended up cuddling you for so long, it was afternoon by the time you made it to the door.

Belphiegor

He was asleep a lot, so he didn’t notice at first. But each time he fell asleep with you, he woke up with empty arms. Sometimes even in his bed and alone.

Made him kind of pissed, because he liked how squishy you were. Your stomach was a great pillow, and he could hear your heartbeat when he laid his head on your chest. Your thighs were also plush and smooth.

Then it finally made him pissed to the pissiest degree you when you said you couldn’t sleep with him.

He was throwing a tantrum later when he saw you talking to his brothers. He was going to murder all of them if they did not sleep with one eye open.

One of these days he knew he was going to stab Lucifer in his sleep for being a little bitch, having to exist and breathe oxygen, but now the others are up on that list. Maybe not Beel, but he was still angry at him.

It was an accident, but he heard them talk about your one year anniversary, and heard Beel ask if you were getting enough sleep from how often you’ve been going out to prepare.

He’s like,, what one year anniversary? Is it a human world celebration?

Oh. He just said your one year dating anniversary. He is dating you.

He forgot that existed, people celebrating relationship goals. He’s never dated anyone. He doesn’t like people in general.

He huffed due to how you refused him and always left, over a small deal. It’s just an anniversary. But since you’re so excited he could let it go.

He napped a whole lot, and it came to the date sooner than he expected. You were all dressed up and he combed his hair and took a refreshing shower.

This is true couple goals, he didn’t look like he just rolled out of bed for once, and it was just to make you happy. He even gave you a little pillow!!

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me hc #obey me headcanon #don’t worry about my health #Asmo literally cannot be fooled in the dating world 101 #sorry #speaking the truth

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nagisasstunningpersonality · 3 years

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Okay I caved, I made it. Note: although highly based on actual canon, there are parts of this that are pure headcanon, and I will explain the reasoning behind that below the cut. I decided to make a pretty graphic, mostly so it’s easy for everyone to use! I didn’t add every episode ever, but I think the points I included here are a good enough base to figure out the rough timeline of anything you need to know.

The Aguri Problem is one of the most ridiculous plotholes in the entire series, and one of the few that is the most annoying to just try and forget. You see, the Japanese academic year usually starts in April. Whilst it’s true that MAYBE Kunugigaoka could start earlier, it literally makes no sense, considering that they’re still in school the following year in March, and haven’t moved up a year. For ass class to completely make sense, their third year is literally over a year long, since Aguri has to have taught them for two weeks by the time she dies.

So, although absolutely not canon, I’ve finally found a solution I’m okay with. So picture this: Kunugigaoka’s academic year usually ends around the first week of March, and the students get a couple of weeks break before moving up to the next year, or graduating. From my experience of university at the very least, it’s not uncommon for graduation ceremonies to happen a week or two after teaching ends.

However, for E Class it’s a different story. Because of their failure, they don’t get to have a break, and instead start their lessons straight away. In this way, they immediately start their lessons with Aguri, and therefore we get “two weeks” time for Aguri to die on March 13th. That also gives Kayano a few days to test into the school (which wouldnt make sense to happen whilst an academic year is already in session), and for Korosensei to become their teacher no more than a week or so later. Ass class, the story, begins when they’ve already had Korosensei as a teacher for at least a little while, though clearly not too long as they haven’t even named him yet.

If we take this version of events, then that means Karma has to have been suspended at almost the very last point of his second year, since he’s told he’ll be STARTING his third year in 3E. This is a little confusing, but if we go with the ‘no spring break for 3E theory’, his entrance into the series kind of makes sense. It could also be than the suspension gets pushed back until after the actual break. I did put his entrance in April, as I think it makes the most sense, but technically it could also be at the very end of March. His actual suspension could also be at the very beginning of March too. Episodes 1 and 2 are in April because I think other students need to be back at school for E Class to have a chance to experience actually being bullied.

This kind of creates the problem of them still being in school in early March the following year, though, presumably with no E Class to follow. Again, I’m literally pulling at threads here to TRY and fix the logic in this show, but maybe Principal Asano just... dropped the E Program already after his whole backstory? I mean, he did literally try to destroy the building, so he might have just decided to end the system already. So E Class could potentially just... choose to still come to school, even after teaching’s over. That’s not UNHEARD of in Japan. But logically, they have a whole contract to fill with the government, so it makes sense for them on a special basis to stay at class to try and kill Korosensei until March 13th, even if this doesn’t make sense in another context.

A lot of these things are assumptions, such as the dates of the midterms and stuff, though they don’t come without a lot of thought and context. Of course, ones with actual certain dates are pretty much canon.

How did I get those specific dates? Well, aside from definite points (such as Irina’s birthday), we can look at ‘Bye Bye Yesterday’, which literally ends with a countdown for every episode it’s in. Simply count back, presuming Ass Class doesn’t take place on a leap year, and we can find exact dates. They do also check out with the other finite point we have, which is Valentines Day, so I’m happy to go with this method of calculating. Though, some of the later episodes do take place over several days, so just use common sense.

I think that’s everything I need to actually explain here, but I’m open to going into more detail if anyone has questions! Also, please, go ahead and use this as you like!

#ass class #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu

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jessbakescakes · 3 years

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J/D: things you said with too many miles between us

15) Things you said with too many miles between us from this post!

A present-day Josh/Donna fic for you!

July 2021

Josh stirs when his phone vibrates, and he orients himself to his surroundings. He’d fallen asleep on the couch at some point during the post-debate coverage after ensuring that the girls went to bed, and he was waiting on Donna’s phone call to debrief. Josh attempts to reach into his pack pocket to retrieve the vibrating phone. He manages to do so without stirring the dog, whose head is resting on Josh’s chest as she sleeps, letting out barely audible barks and huffs as an ndication that she’s dreaming.

“Hi,” Josh answers, his free hand moving to gently stroke the fur on top of Sadie’s head.

“Hi,” Donna parrots back.

The sound of her voice still makes him feel butterflies, even after twenty-three years of knowing her and almost fourteen years of marriage. He smiles to himself at the thought, taking another moment to realize exactly how lucky he is. “It’s quiet,” Josh notes. “Thought you’d all be celebrating.”

“We are. I just wanted to call you first so you could get to bed.”

“All the post-debate coverage is calling it a standout performance from Senator Sam Seaborn,” Josh notes. “I’m not surprised, but they sounded a little stunned, although I’m not sure why.”

Donna lets out a quiet laugh, and he has a clear vision in his mind of her leaning against a wall, smiling and looking down at the floor as she grins. “Sam did an incredible job. He was probably the most prepared out of all of them when it came to healthcare and social security. Foreign policy needed a little bit of work, but…”

“But he ran away with it,” Josh finishes. “Donna, you don’t have to be modest. I know what a big part you played in this.”

“Sam worked hard,” Donna insists.

“Of course he did,” Josh agrees, “but you worked just as hard, if not harder.”

“You’re right. I did. I think this is a turning point. It's still early, and we're narrowing down the Democratic playing field but... you know.”

Josh does know. He doesn't say anything further, so as not to tempt fate, as Toby would put it, but he absolutely understands what Donna's hinting at. Josh stretches and yawns, trying not to let on that he’s as tired as he is. “I let the girls stay up for the debate, but they’ve been in bed for the last hour or so.”

“I was going to ask you how they were, considering the only updates I’ve received in the last twenty-four hours were dog photos. I was beginning to wonder if you remembered we had daughters,” Donna teases.

“Well, our eldest is going through a Taylor Swift phase,” Josh starts.

“She knew the words to what was likely Taylor Swift’s entire discography before kindergarten, and you’re just now realizing this?”

“Songwriting,” Josh clarifies.

Donna lets out a half-laugh, half-groan. “Is it the kid from marching band again? Or… still? I don’t know which is the most accurate way to finish that sentence.”

“I think it would be 'again', but nope. Apparently, this is just your run-of-the-mill preteen self-expression stuff.” Josh shifts slightly as Sadie lets out a low growl in her sleep, kicking her front and back paws as though she’s dreaming of chasing something. “I think I heard the same chord progression on the guitar for about six hours straight today.”

“Excellent, looking forward to it,” Donna says.

“Nora spent her morning drafting a plan to convince me to get another dog,” Josh starts.

“Absolutely not,” Donna interjects before Josh can finish the sentence.

“I told her no!” Josh laughs in disbelief. “I do have some willpower, you know. Then she decided she wanted to start a dog walking business, because if she earned the money for the dog maybe it would sway me.”

“I’ve only been gone twenty-four hours, please tell me Leah hasn’t asked for a piercing or declared a college major,” Donna jokes.

Josh scratches Sadie behind the ear. “She asked me to take her to that little used bookstore so she could spend her birthday money.”

“How’d she fare?”

“She currently has two stacks of books in the corner of her room as she debates whether she wants to spend the rest of her money on another shelf or trade in some other books to make room,” Josh explains. “She also considered using the money for a custom Mets jersey with her name on it, but decided against it.”

“Too expensive?”

“No special characters,” Josh says. “She didn’t like the way Moss-Lyman looked without the hyphen.”

“I’d ask how Sadie is, but I think I know exactly how her day went thanks to your efforts,” Donna says.

“I’m but a humble servant of man’s best friend,” Josh jokes. He’s noticed something in Donna’s tone as the conversation has unfolded, the hesitant ‘we need to talk’ undercurrent of everything she says, so he decides to be the first to dive in. “What’s on your mind, Donna?”

Donna sighs. “So I was approached by Bryce Palmer from the DNC today. Apparently, there’s something brewing with Congressman Hanover and some allegations of impropriety.”

“Hanover? Like the Wisconsin fifth, Hanover?”

“The very same,” Donna confirms. “Problem is, they don’t have a viable Democrat for a special election should he resign. So they came to me to take my temperature on the whole thing.”

Josh can’t help but let the wheels in his brain start turning. The idea of Donna flipping a typically Republican district in Wisconsin sounds incredible. If anyone’s capable of it, it’s Donna. But he’s learned over the years to let Donna process before giving an opinion, so instead of rattling off all the possibilities, he simply listens.

“I told them I’m running Sam’s campaign right now,” Donna explains. “But they really want me to consider a run in the fifth next go-around. Or… you know, should there be a special election sometime between the general and the midterms.”

“You thinking about it?” Josh asks.

He hears Donna take a deep breath, then let out a long exhale. “A little? I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. Don’t start your ‘Donna, I’ve been setting this up for you for years’ speech,” she warns.

“Wasn’t gonna. Just listening.”

“I know you’d be at your laptop searching for properties in the Wisconsin fifth right now if Sadie weren’t asleep on you,” Donna says. “I can tell if you put me on speakerphone, you know.”

Josh sheepishly taps the speakerphone button, putting a temporary pause on his search that he had already started, just as Donna had predicted. “You’re not on speakerphone.”

There’s a pause for a moment, and Josh can sense her hesitation. “Flipping a district is a lot of work.”

“It is,” Josh agrees.

“I also don’t know if I’m ready to jump right into another campaign after this,” Donna continues. “It’s been a lot of time away from all of you. If I stay away too much longer, Caroline’s going to become a YouTube sensation whose material is almost entirely inspired by the absence of her mother. Nora’s going to be running an animal shelter out of the garage, and Leah will have either a Beauty and the Beast sized library or a podcast with her Grandpa Jed, it’s a toss-up.”

“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” Josh asks, holding back laughter.

“I’ve been away a lot,” Donna insists. “Things change while I'm away. I miss all of you.”

Josh smiles. “We miss you, too.” He has the instinct to tell her not to dismiss the idea out of hand, to give it some thought before she gives her answer. But despite her hesitation, Josh knows there’s a small part of Donna that’s considering it, and that’s enough for him. “Get back to the party. We’ll talk about it when you get home.”

They say their goodbyes and I love yous after confirming Donna’s flight details. Josh wakes the dog and heads up the stairs toward the bedroom, already plotting out the strategy for winning in the Wisconsin fifth.

Hypothetically, of course.

#my fics #josh x donna #the west wing

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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a head full of dreams.

× pairings: byun baekhyn + reader

× genres/warnings: soulmate au—where when you dream of your soulmate, you can see the world/their day through their eyes, college au, barista au!!, fluff, it’s not chanyeol’s fault he’s tall and handsome ://

× notes: yes, i like soulmate aus. no i do not believe in real life predetermined soulmates. yes we exist <3

Baekhyun isn’t actively looking for his soulmate, but he’s not not looking, either.

He knows that it’s completely normal to not have found his soulmate by his current age. That many, many students and professors alike on campus were still soulmate-less. He knows he shouldn’t care that much about finding you—that he’ll meet his soulmate when the time is right and the stars align and all that good shit. But coping with that is so much easier said than done. Especially since he’s quite literally been dreaming of you since he was ten.

Not to mention that the majority of his friends have already found their soulmates, too. He’s happy for them, of course. It’s nothing short of incredible to see just how perfect their partners are for them, how seamlessly they fit into their lives. Hand-picked; their exact other halves.

He remembers when Kyungsoo first started dreaming of his soulmate. Kyungsoo had just turned eight, and called his best friend (with his parents’ permission, of course, like the good-mannered boy he was) in a frenzy, voice frazzled and loud—extremely uncharacteristic of himself. And Baekhyun listened to every detail; not just that first night, but every time Kyungsoo indulged him for the next six years.

Kyungsoo’s one of the lucky ones, Baekhyun thinks. To have had his first dream that young, to have found his soulmate in middle school, to have known them for the majority of his life. Baekhyun’s a little jealous, sure, but he knows Kyungsoo deserves it. If anyone deserves to have that kind of luck, it’s definitely Kyungsoo.

So, overall, he’s happy for Soo; and for all his friends who have already found their soulmates. But, it does get a little tiring, disheartening at times—sometimes, even leaves a bitter taste in his mouth—to know that he hasn’t found his person yet.

He’s gotten really good at dreaming, though. Which shouldn’t be all that surprising, since he’s only had the last decade to practice, but, still Baekhyun prides himself on a bit. It’s nice to know that he can see you—or, rather, see as you—when he wants to.

The science of soulmate dreaming isn’t exact.

Generally, what’s seen is a sort of playback of your soulmate’s day. Somewhat of a fragmented, first person movie going on in your head. There are a few caveats, though. There’s usually no revelation of your soulmate’s face, and no indication of their voice—of anybody’s voices really. And it’s worth noting that the dreams are replays of their memories of how their day went; and a single person’s memory isn’t exact to begin with.

Which is usually why it’s not a full play-by-play of their day from wake to rest. Usually they’re scenes strung together. Nobody knows exactly how the images are picked, or what they mean for you or your soulmate. Some psychologists theorize that you see the parts of your soulmate’s day that were most memorable to them; others think it might be the happiest moments; others, the darkest. But everyone has different experiences, different ratios of the kind of scenes they see and the emotions they provoke; so there’s really no way to calculate it.

People usually start dreaming when they reach middle school. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule. Those who have their first dream younger than that age, like Kyungsoo; and those who don’t start dreaming until well after they’ve graduated college.

Regardless of when you have your first dream, there’s still no guarantee that you’ll have them every night after that. Like everything else about it, there’s no magic number, no statistic to it, no predictable pattern; no way to know for sure when the dreams will happen.

But, it is known that a few people can focus their minds on their soulmates. Almost command their subconscious to dream of their partners by their own will.

The dreams still aren’t exact—you can’t go as far as to perfect your soulmate’s memory—but it does allow some kind of control, and comfort even. If you’re observant, you can learn a lot about your soulmate through dreams. Their hobbies, what they like to eat, who they live with, where they live. More importantly, how they see the world. And the little things add up over time.

Some people, if they’re really, really lucky, can even even see their soulmates current point of view; quite literally see the world as it is through their eyes. It’s rare—less than a percent or so report the ability. Baekhyun is a part of that less than one percent.

So, yeah, he’s gotten really good at dreaming of you. It’s not easy—seeing your current point of view—and he can’t even do it every time that he tries; but, if he focuses hard enough, clears his mind enough, it’s possible. Sometimes, he wonders if you can, too. He hopes that you can. It makes him feel that much more connected to you.

Exhausted from morning classes and last round of midterms, Baekhyun’s hoping today is one of those days where he gets to see things the way you do. It’s always nice to get a little reminder that you’re out there—that you see the world as a little brighter than he does on days where he’s feeling down.

So, Baekhyun drags himself through his apartment, barely mustering up the energy to greet Kyungsoo as he passes by him in the living room, before plopping down on his bed. It’s only midday so, if he can’t close his eyes to see you right now, hopefully he can if he takes a nap.

Baekhyun shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. Gently, he brings palms to massage against his closed eyelids. He steadies his breathing, clears his mind of anything but you, and hopes—prays—for the best.

Everything is black for a bit, but then, there you are. Well—not you, exactly, but your life. First, the picture is fuzzy, but Baekhyun makes out that you must be at work. He sees your hands maneuvering around espresso machines, pouring milk into ceramic mugs, sprinkling cinnamon on top of latte art.

Then, strangely enough, he sees Chanyeol.

Baekhyu bolts upwards, eyes wide and eyebrows drawn together in confusion. He shakes his head repeatedly, even knocks his hand against ear for good measure, before laying back down and shutting his eyelids again.

But, no, Chanyeol is still there.

Confused, he opens his eyes again, slowing trying to piece things together. But when it clicks, it clicks. Hard.

Frantic, Baekhyun jumps off the bed and immediately scrambles through his jacket pockets in search of his phone, scrolling wildly to find Chanyeol’s contact. The phone rings all too slowly, and Baekhyun all but screeches incoherently when his friend finally picks up.

“Do you have actual words to say me, or are you just going to screech like a hyena?” Chanyeol questions, cautiously holding the receiver away from his ear on the other end of the line.

But Baekhyun is too off the walls, too excited to register the sarcasm in his words. “My soulmate! Chanyeol, she was your barista! You—was she—you have to tell me how she was and where she works and—”

“No way, that’s great, Baek!” Chanyeol chirps, “Do you want me to get her number for you? I’m pretty sure—”

“No!” Baekhyun shouts, almost falling over his backpack in the process. Kyungsoo is eyeing him judgmentally as he stumbles through the apartment like a drunken elephant, but Baekhyun can’t find it in himself to care right now.

“No?”

“No! Absolutely not,” Baekhyun confirms, “You and your big mouth and all your height and pretty face do not speak a single word to her! Just tell me where you are, I’m already on my way.”

Chanyeol huffs and pouts, but takes the flattery anyway. He hurriedly gives Baekhyun his location, and waits in a corner of the cafe for his friend to arrive. It takes all of eleven minutes for Baekhyun to come stumbling through the glass doors of the coffee shop, a feat which surprises both himself and Chanyeol, considering he lives a good twenty to twenty five minutes away.

Baekhyun’s breathing heavily and looking around frantically. He realizes he probably looks like a madman, or at the very least an extremely disheveled and sleep-deprived undergrad. He can’t exactly blame the soulmate situation for that last one.

Chanyeol’s waving excitedly at him, and Baekhyun bumbles through the crowded store to his table, his eyes glancing back behind the counter with every step he makes.

“Which one is she?” Baekhyun questions, eyes still fluttering back to the counter. There had to be at least eight baristas back there making drinks he can’t pronounce or afford. And one of them is his soulmate, holy shit.

“Do we not greet people anymore?” Chanyeol scoffs, “Hello to you, too.”

But Baekhyun doesn’t have time for the formalities. He gives Chanyeol a glare that shocks the younger into submission, and reluctantly, but not after some more much needed teasing, he points you out to Baekhyun.

And Baekhyun smiles. You’re perfect. You were perfect before, when he had no idea what you looked like, but, still—you’re perfect now, still. Even with your uniform hat on with a stupid pun about coffee written across the front, even with your head bent forward to focus on perfecting the latte art you’re doing, even as you fumble a bit and spill some milk. You’re perfect and Baekhyun’s been waiting his entire life to meet you.

So, he pushes his chair back, stands up straight, smoothes out his hoodie and starts to march towards the counter. He’s almost there, almost, then it hits him: Baekhyun’s been waiting his entire life to meet you. You’re his person—the perfect person for him. What the fuck is he supposed to say to you?

He freezes, body heavy with the sudden realization that speaking to you could literally change his entire life. He blocks a few snooty patrons’ paths, before he’s knocked out of his own trance, and makes a prompt, sharp turn before scurrying back to where Chanyeol is seated.

Wide eyed, and confused, Chanyeol all but wails when Baekhyun takes a seat. “Bro, what are you doing, she’s that way—” he points unnecessarily, “—not over here!”

Baekhyun’s shoulders slump. “I… what am I gonna say to her? I have no idea—what if I fuck it up and she hates me forever.”

“What do you mean you don’t know what to say?” If possible, Chanyeol’s eyes grow bigger, “You don’t have to know anything! You’re meant for each other!”

Baekhyun straightens himself upwards in his seat, Chanyeol’s words giving him a sense of purpose. He’s right! You’re his soulmate, you two are meant for each other! He can do this.

He’s standing up again, ready to do it—really do it this time, but he takes one look over to counter and sits himself right back down.

Okay, sure you’re supposedly made for each other, but what if you don’t even believe in soulmates? What if you don’t want one—what if you don’t want him! There’s a million questions and doubts running through his head right now.

Honestly, Baekhyun has never considered any of the previous questions, or any of the hundred continuously popping up into his mind. All this time he’d just assumed that things would go smoothly, assumed a picture perfect happy ending for the two of you, but maybe, really it was just for him. What is he going to do if you don’t want the same things?

Or what if you don’t want to be romantic soulmates at all? There are definitely cases of people who’ve met and know their soulmates, but have no kind of romantic attachment to them. Completely platonic—best friends and soulmates. Baekhyun remembers that Yixing is like that—met his soulmate during a study abroad trip sophomore year. An older guy, tall too; they have no sort of romantic feelings for each other, but they’re still a perfect match.

Come to think of it, Baekhyun could consider a few of his own friends to be his platonic soulmates, too. Sure, they’re not the people Baekhyun lives through in his dreams, but Kyungsoo, Junmyeon, Chanyeol—they’re all his soulmates in that respect. They’re his best friends, he loves them to death.

So, when he reasons about it, it honestly doesn’t sound too bad. Girlfriend, or not, Baekhyun just knows that simply having in you in his life as some kind of partner would be better than nothing. Maybe the universe has it cut out that the two of you are platonic soulmates. That’s fine, Baekhyun would still absolutely love to have you in his life.

He voices his concerns and newfound thoughts to Chanyeol, who listens with crinkled eyebrows and over dramatized expressions. Baekhyun thinks he’s going to offer him some advice, or at the very least some encouragement, but instead Chanyeol reaches over the table to flick him on the forehead.

“Ouch—what was that for! I didn’t even—”

“It was for being a chicken,” Chanyeol declares, hands retreating back to a folded position in front of his chest.

“I’m not a chicken!” Baekhyun cries, “I’m just thinking things through! Junmyeon tells me all the time I never do that, so I’m finally taking his advice.”

“You’re over thinking things.”

“There’s no such thing as being too careful.”

“Yes there is.”

“I think Junmyeon would disagree,” Baekhyun huffs, “You know what—let me call him and find out.”

Baekhyun clumsily fishes his phone out of his back pocket, but it’s snatched out of his hands before he can even unlock it. Chanyeol all but slams it down on the table in front of him, paying the pout on his friend’s face no mind.

“You can keep wondering and wondering and come up with a billion scenarios, but you won’t know anything unless you go talk to her.”

Baekhyun knows that Chanyeol is right—a sentence rarely ever formed—but it doesn’t make the entire situation any less nerve-wracking.

As much as he thinks Baekhyun is avoiding the inevitable, Chanyeol feels a sense of pity for his friend. Chanyeol was lucky enough to have known his soulmate from his childhood, so he never really had to meet them. He can’t imagine that it’s easy to introduce yourself to your forever person for the first time. Still, he knows Baekhyun isn’t dreading meeting you, but rather making sure he lives up to everything you’ve been dreaming about.

“Okay, how about you try running it by me,” Chanyeol suggests, “Just… tell me what’d you wanna say to her and you can practice, yeah?”

The idea doesn’t sound terrible to Baekhyun, so he tries. They both do, spending nearly thirty minutes just getting his simple greeting and introduction down, then (embarrassingly) another hour coming up with a list of things to say on the off chance that he got past “Hello, I’m Baekhyun and I’ve been dreaming about you since I was 10.”

Chanyeol thinks it’s all very dumb—quite a statement coming from him of all people—for several reasons. Namely, because Baekhyun has the memory of a small rodent and he’s damn sure that he’ll forget all his so called talking points the second he opens his big mouth. Also because Baekhyun is the chattiest person he knows. The fact that he thinks he needs to write down and memorize a list of potential things to say really just goes to show that he’s completely lost it.

“—Does that sound dumb? I don’t know if she already knows that I like to swim, but what if she’s deathly afraid of water, and I completely turn her away by telling her that? I probably shouldn’t mention it then, right?”

Yeah, he’s completely lost it.

Even Baekhyun knows that he’s losing his mind. It’s been almost two hours, and he feels like he can’t form a coherent thought. Like every possible scenario could end in a flaming hot dumpster fire of a mess.

“Do you think I should call Soo?” Baekhyun questions, but his words are so frantic and strung together, Chanyeol can barely make them out, “I think I should. He always knows what to say. Give me my phone, I’m gonna—”

But he doesn’t get the chance to, he doesn’t even to reach for his phone at all, because actions halted by a small tapping on his shoulder.

And then looks up and there’s you, with your hands retreated behind your back, and your ugly uniform cap shading over your eyes, looking down at him with the smallest, hopeful grin on your face. And if Baekhyun thought he couldn’t speak before, then it’s nothing compared to right now.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to, because you do for him.

“Hi, um… I know this might sound weird, but I took a nap during my break just now and I keep seeing this guy—” you pull your right hand from behind your back to gingerly point towards Chanyeol, “—In front of me, so I, uh, I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate.”

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gebtoons · 3 years

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my contribution to the bapo timeline discourse bc i’m just gonna propose a timeline and will not be taking criticism <3 (under the cut bc this is gonna be a long post probably)

ok disclaimer I am quite stupid, however I’m gonna use my knowledge from my own 12 years in american public high school and what little info I have about american boarding schools/catholic schools that I have from my friends lol. so. idk.

i’m also gonna date songs/major events and i’m gonna be taking some “just trust me bro” liberties bc y’all are right it does NOT make that much sense.

January 6: Epiphany; this is like an actual holiday lol. like its always on the sixth. idk its good that this is the starting point bc its an actual date yknow? For the purposes of this timeline were going with that its early in the week, so lets go with Monday idk

January 6-13: You and I, Role of a Lifetime; so we’re all kinda in agreement that this timeline (at least the beginning) only really makes sense if you and i/role of a lifetime aren’t like. a singular moment and are instead multiple days. so yeah, of this first week, this is like. monday-next sunday ish yknow.

January 14: Auditions, Plain Jane Fatass; ok so having auditions for a spring musical right after kids get back from break actually makes perfect sense to me, like i can see it being like “ok take break to prepare so as soon as you come back we can have auditions so we can jump right into rehersals” yknow? and since the rave is clearly on a friday (”we’ll meet in tanya’s room on friday night”) so i’m going with the monday before.

as for pjf, i know it doesn’t make a ton of sense for them to get a two week late birthday package their first few weeks back from school, but hear me out it makes sense. the implication throughout this entire show is that the twins have decently shitty parents. from bits of dialogue (in this song in particular lol) i’m kinda inferring their the “only concerned with how their kids make them look to others” kind of neglectful. so I don’t think it’s too outside the realm of possibility that they went away for the holidays, didn’t bring the twins, and instead mailed them a birthday package and having it show up two weeks late. realistically the timing of this isnt that important and the explicit “two week” time frame could’ve been an exaggeration on nadia’s part to mock her shit parents (idk its in her character) basically ppl are a little two fixated on this imo but anyway. moving on.

January 18: Wonderland, A Quiet Night At Home, Rolling, Best Kept Secret; a very agreed upon point in the timeline. its the friday following the auditions. moving on.

January 21: Confession; also very agreed upon. the monday following the rave. moving on again

January 23: Portrait of a Girl; the date here is kinda arbitrary, but bc sister chantelle says “ok lets try to put yesterday’s rehearsal behind us” and i for the life of me cannot think of a scene she could be referring to (there’s none in the script either) that implies it wasn’t the same monday as confession (bc even in a boarding school i think holding extracurriculars that aren’t sports over the weekend (especially when they are no where near crunch time lol) is weird and not common) so i just picked a random day during the week

January 25: Birthday Bitch!, One Kiss, Are You There?; from matt’s line in wonderland, ivy’s birthday is a week after the rave. in my timeline that’s january 25th (an aquarius queen).

btw given all grown up’s “17, how will i manage?” ivy is 16 during 17 at her party, which is strange given shes a high school senior and seniors are typically 17 during 18. so either a) she skipped a grade, not an unheard of thing. or b) shes not a senior, shes just a junior who hangs out with a bunch of seniors, which is also pretty common. and looking through the script i can’t find any mention that she is also a senior, other than yknow she graduates with them, but she isn’t mentioned during the class ranking scene? so idk not that it really matters just a fun detail

February 3 (at night): 911 Emergency!; ok controversial. i know i like the joke about how its funny that peter having a weird dream when he was high prompted him to want to come out and really ruined his relationship with jason. BUT. i think the dream (despite it’s weirdness) would have a lot more meaning if it wasn’t the result of being really high, but if it was a dream he had like a week later as a result of a building sense of guilt/anxiety bc he told matt. also it fits better given later timeline things. (this timeline literally only exists if there are weird jumps in time that don’t make a ton of sense) (EDIT: I forgot one line about Jason crashing at ivys but fuck it forget that bitchass line this makes for more drama its staying this way)

February 4: Reputation Stain’d, Ever After; the next day following peter’s dream, idk what else to say, moving on.

February 25-28: Spring; another jump! i’m sorry but the only way for this to make sense logistically is for there to be quite a few time jumps! however, i also think this one works bc i think it gives time for everything from around ivy’s party and peter and jason’s break up to stew emotionally. like obviously a musical only has so much time to tell a story so the audience cannot see every realistic beat, but honestly i think it makes the whole thing a little more dramatic™ if there’s space for everything to settle, and for ivy to come and apologize and such. also, the reason it’s multiple days is bc in the script, ivy is trying to study (presumably for some sort of midterm) while nadia is playing, so that probably takes place a few days before they move out, so before finals. but in the script, jason and peter are packing and peter is leaving, so that part of the song/staging takes place on the 28th. yes, that’s weird, but we are clearly thinking more about the logistics of this school than the writers were so.

March 1: One; assuming st. cecilia’s works kinda like boarding schools here, they probably do staggered move out/move in, just bc that would be a lot to have people coming and going at once so it makes sense that peter left the day before, while jason and ivy are leaving the next day. also, given that peter is trying to call jason while he and ivy are banging, it’s probably been a hot minute since the actual break up, since peter was clearly very hurt by the whole thing, it would make sense (at least to me) that peter would reach out a month ish later, rather than like a few days later (you have to make so many assumptions to make this timeline work granted they aren’t super out there assumptions but still this is annoying)

March 1-25: Spring Break. the coworkers I have who are in boarding school work over their school breaks, which are longer than the public school breaks (which are only a week) so i put their spring break at 3 weeks. it makes sense, and it makes the later part of the timeline make sense.

I know i’m already halfway through this, but to me it makes sense for their to be quite a few time jumps in the story bc its a musical. they cannot show every day. there are a lot of other shows (particularly shows set in high schools) that are set over a whole school year, but if you just look at the events of the story that doesn’t make sense, so you have to imply that obviously they are not showing every little detail. moving on.

March 25: Wedding Bells, In The Hallway, Touch My Soul; peter wakes up from his nightmare in the church, so im assuming he fell asleep in church (like he almost did during epiphany). also it makes sense that class ranks are announced in late march-early april, I know my school announced ours in like, the first week or so of april? so yeah. moving on.

(from this point on i was giving myself a headache trying to make it make sense so its all weird from here!!)

April 4: See Me, Warning; the date doesn’t really matter here, I picked a random day in early april. the script said peter is calling from him and jason’s old dorm room, as he was picking up the last of his things, so he clearly made the roommate switch after school started (makes sense to me).

April 15-20 (approximately): Ivy finds out she’s pregnant. look google tells me on average people find out they are pregnant around 5-7 weeks after conception. i went with around 7 just so this timeline makes a tiny bit more sense given the later stuff, so yeah here we go.

May 4: Pilgrim’s Hands, God Don’t Make No Trash, All Grown Up, Promise, Once Upon A Time, Cross; a rough night for our heroes. so given sister chantelle saying “again? wonderful.” and nadia saying “i can’t believe you missed rehearsal again”, clearly ivy has been missing quite a few rehearsals, so for dramas sake maybe from when she found out she was pregnant? also i know i’ve been saying they wouldn’t have rehearsals on weekends, and given my weird timeline this would be a saturday, but its tech week so i’ll allow it.

May 5: Two Households, Bare, Queen Mab, A Glooming Peace; pretty self explanatory, and it makes sense to have the spring play in early may. rip jason.

May 11: Absolution; the day before graduation peter goes to confront the priest. gives him a small amount of time to start processing, and it makes sense it would be the night before, at least to me.

May 12: No Voice; i fucking hate this. “peter, we graduate next sunday” i hate that stupid fucking line. do you know that this timeline literally would be fine if it weren’t for that stupid fucking line? bc then, the school play would be in early may and graduation could be in late may-early june (when most high schools hold graduation) but no. keeping with continuity, they have to graduate the sunday following the school play. “peter we graduate in a month, are you really never gonna talk to me again?” would have been fine. but no, now we have beef. literally everything else about the end of this timeline being kinda weird would work itself out, except for the fucking graduation. god damn. anyway, may 12th, the graduate on may 12th which is really fucking weird bc of that one fucking line. whatever. i didn’t write the damn thing bc if i did i wouldn’t have written that fucking line. (i’ve been at this for over an hour and a half, so i’m a tad annoyed, can you tell?)

anyway, that’s it. that’s my long as hell proposed bare timeline. if there’s anything glaringly wrong with it i don’t care bc this timeline literally cannot make sense. but honestly, now that i think about the Popular Tween High Schooler Musicals (heathers, bmc, deh) the timelines of those (especially heathers and bmc) don’t make tons of sense either. that’s just the way it is, that’s the way its gonna be. and we have to live with it.

this post is so long it is actually slowing down my laptop as i type it

#bare a pop opera #bapo #me speaks #i stg there is no real way to make this timeline make sense #a whole lotta this is #it makes sense bro trust me bro #also apologies if this is hard to read i am not very good at phrasing things over text #or at all

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zenithpng · 3 years

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TRUST FALL “Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

[It’s not that Sokka’s shy about his tics. Unless someone needs silence or there’s an inappropriate word thrown in, he sees no reason to stifle himself. He can’t control them after all, and it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.

But this was supposed to be a good day, undisturbed by anything that came out of his mouth or happened with his body.

Luckily, Zuko is there to help bear the load, and, strangely enough, so is Azula.]

Read more under the cut, AO3 link ->HERE<-

Sokka loves shopping. No doubt about it. There’s just something about the bustle, the running back and forth, the decisions and the excitement of getting something new that never fails to put a smile on his face. So when Zuko grumbles that he needs to go shopping for some spring and summer clothes, Sokka immediately offers to go with him, having been needing to do the same thing anyway.

They set a date and a time, plan which stores they’re going to so Zuko knows what to anticipate, even coordinate their outfits, for Tui and La’s sake. (Okay, the last one is all Sokka’s idea, but there’s nothing wrong with being well-dressed with your friend and Zuko humours him gladly.)

But there’s something. There’s always something.

This something comes under the name of midterms.

The end of March is always horrendous, and really, Sokka should have known better than to plan something smack in between all the stress. But it’s fine , it’s really fine. He can take a day off from the calculus study guides (spirits, why did he have to take that in the tenth grade) and the engineering workshops because this is Zuko he’s meeting up with!

He likes Zuko, loves Zuko. If anything, this is the absolute best way to relieve his stress.

And so he’s outside the mall at one in the afternoon, foot tapping as he waits for Zuko. Soon he sees the familiar figure strolling up, giving a little wave and a shy smile.

And it’s normal to just not want to tear your eyes away from your friend that just happens to be very pretty, right?

Because Zuko is, in fact, very pretty. Straight black jeans, a red button up with - hang on, are those dragons? - left half-open over a white binder that looks like a regular tank top to anyone who doesn’t know, hair up in a ponytail with loose strands falling out and framing his face.

And Sokka could keep going. Could talk about the belt chain with sun and moon charms, could talk about the matte black on Zuko’s fingernails, could talk about the theatre mask necklace he’s wearing. Because there’s just so much and Zuko- Zuko looks so nice.

God, Sokka must be grinning like a fool by the time Zuko’s finally within arms reach, and he immediately pulls the taller boy into a hug. Zuko lets out a breathy laugh, returning the embrace.

“Someone’s excited to see me.” Sokka shakes his head, the smile never leaving his face.

“Nope, just for the shopping,” he jokes. “Race you the rest of the way, onetwothreego!” And he takes off, dashing towards the front of the mall, laughing when he hears a yell of “Sokka-a!” from behind him.

By the time he stops, Zuko is right behind him, both boys breathing hard and shoving at each other.

“You’re terrible,” Zuko grumbles. “You know I can’t keep up with you.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” Sokka says, spinning on his heel and marching into the entrance, looking over his shoulder to make sure Zuko’s following, not that he really doubted it anyway.

*****

They’re only two stores into their browsing when Sokka snaps his fingers, slapping the nearest clothes rack. He hisses, having hit a sharp corner, and shakes his hand out. Zuko peers over from the other side, expression tinged with the slightest bit of worry.

“Everything okay?” he asks. Sokka nods, wincing.

“Gotta be careful where I hit, I guess.” And Zuko just nods, going back to his searching.

That’s the nice thing about being with Zuko. He never presses like Katara does, or answers to tics like Aang. Unless Sokka somehow manages to hurt himself or is visibly upset, he leaves things alone. It’s refreshing, being around someone that doesn’t pay any more attention to his tics than the laces on his shoes.

Sokka slides over yet another shirt when he sees one Zuko might like. It’s black with red seams and fire embroidered at the bottom and on the sleeves. He calls Zuko around to take a look.

And that’s when everything starts going wrong.

As Zuko’s stepping around the rack, Sokka’s knees buckle, hitting against the carpeted floor painfully as he fails to catch himself on anything. Zuko’s eyes go a bit wider, and he’s on the floor in a split second right beside him.

“Was that a tic?” he asks, taking Sokka’s hands to help him back up. The younger grimaces as his legs straighten painfully and he nods.

“I think so,” Sokka says. “Never happened before.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Probably just a one time thing.”

And Zuko nods, looking over the shirt he’s handed, dropping the subject.

*****

It’s not a one time thing.

Sokka’s knees keep hitting the floor or coming close, Zuko lunging to try and catch him or at least slow his fall each time. And it seems like each time there are more tics in between the drops, and they’re coming more frequently and his eyes are burning and-

Great, he’s crying. He’s sitting on the floor of an JCPenny, crying and unable to stem the flow of sounds and words and, oh, gods, he just hit Zuko, Spirits-

Zuko’s trying to get him to breathe, looking like he’s on the verge of tears himself.

"Hey, hey," he tries, ignoring any weird stares they're getting. Sokka's hand flies up to hit at his own head, and Zuko brings it right back down, not restraining but simply letting his own hands be an obstacle. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna call my uncle, or your dad? If that's better?"

And Sokka tries to answer, he really does, but between his gasping breaths and the words and trills it's just impossible and he feels so useless-

But Zuko- Zuko is a godsend because he just pulls him in close, hushing him gently, one hand carding through his loose hair.

"I'm gonna call my uncle," he says, "And then if it's okay with you, I'll use your phone to call your dad." Sokka nods, biting his lips to stifle a bubbling-up tic. Vaguely, he feels Zuko shuffling around, hears him talking to Iroh and then his dad, but it's all far away.

Quiet noises still fall from his lips, but he's too exhausted for all his physical tics, and it's the worst feeling ever. His brain is screaming for him to jerk his head, to hit the floor, something, but his body feels like it weighs ten thousand pounds and he just can't. Zuko's hand trailing up and down his back provides some comfort, but it's still just so terrible and he hates it so much.

"Think you can stand?" Zuko asks softly. And Sokka knows good and well that the answer is no, but he nods anyway, only to come crashing back down, stopped only by Zuko's quick reflexes. Sokka nearly sobs again, but Zuko just pulls him up, lifting him like it's no problem. A protest bubbles up, but Zuko quickly brushes him off, saying he's had plenty of practice with Azula.

Sokka has no idea what that means, but saves his questions for when he doesn't feel like he's actively falling apart.

Before he knows it, he's in the back of Iroh's car, Zuko explaining in hushed tones. And when they pull up to the Jasmine Dragon, his dad is already there, pulling him upright and holding him as if he's a little kid. But maybe that's what he needs in the moment, and he lets himself be maneuvered into the passenger's seat and buckled in.

He's asleep before his dad even turns onto the main road, tired beyond belief.

Sure, it’s a sucky experience. No one wants to pass out because you’re so tired you can’t hold yourself up anymore.

But by the end of the day, Sokka’s all right. It’s a Friday, and he’s got on a hoodie two sizes too big and is laying in his bed, spamming Zuko with memes while the other boy replies in all caps to try and end the flow of images. But it’s all in good nature, and before long they’re video calling, stifling laughter in their pillows.

And by the next morning, it’s forgotten. That is, until he drops suddenly in the kitchen, the plate he was reaching for clattering to the floor with him. Bato glances over briefly, concerned, but goes back to getting ready for work, hovering a little closer than before.

Sokka makes it a point to stay seated for as much of the day as possible, going from the couch to the table to his desk in a never ending cycle. He knows he can’t keep this up for ever, but for now, it’s going to have to work. Instead of wallowing about it, he just tries to push through. No point in crying about something that will solve itself.

And for the most part, his dads and Katara are just fine, not really paying attention unless there’s a need for help. That is, until he tics on the stairs and hardly stops himself from falling the rest of the way down.

Hakoda looks up from where he’s typing at the kitchen counter, his face serious.

“You know you can’t keep going like this, right?” Sokka groans, shutting his eyes and laying his head back against a stair.

“Dad, it’s fine. It’ll go away eventually. I just have to tough it out.”

“And how are you going to go to school? How are you going to get to classes?” Hakoda shuts his computer, standing up and walking over to help Sokka up. They make it to the living room without incident, sitting down across from each other.

Hakoda looks like he’s trying to force words out of his mouth but can’t quite get them right. Finally, he speaks.

“You know it’s okay to ask for and accept help, right?” Sokka nods slowly, not sure where his dad is going with this. Hakoda takes a measured breath.

“Okay, okay. Good.” He swallows hard and continues, “How would you feel if Bato picked up something to help you out on his way home?” And Sokka’s got no idea what his dad might be talking about, but he shrugs anyway. It’s his dad after all. Hakoda only wants the best for him.

“Sure,” he says easily, and smiles. “I’d like that.”

*****

When Bato returns from work that day, he’s holding a long box. He mutters something about leaving it in Sokka’s room and disappears upstairs. Sokka doesn’t really pay it any mind. Bato isn’t someone who’s huge on talking like Dad is. He likes to sit back, give the problem at hand a nudge in the right direction, and watch it resolve itself.

And so when Sokka goes upstairs, he’s not really sure what to expect. He just pulls the keys from his bookbag and slices through the tape on the package, not really paying attention.

But when he finally gets the box open, he freezes. Then, he unfreezes, curses himself for not seeing this coming, and runs an agitated hand through his hair. It’s a cane.

A very cool cane, with metallic blue waves racing up the length of it, but still. That’s… not something he expected.

Sokka takes a deep breath, trying not to get weird about this. Plenty of people use canes. Hell, Toph uses a cane to get around, and they’re one of the toughest people Sokka knows. He’s not doing it for attention or to look cool or something. This is something that will make his life easier for however long it takes this tic to go away.

That doesn’t make this any less difficult though.

(Toph uses a cane because they’re blind. Sokka’s gonna use one because his brain won’t stop screwing him over.)

But Sokka’s nothing if not resilient, and he figures if he’s gonna do this, he’s not going to feel embarrassed about it. So he gets up, supporting some of his weight on the cane. He tics almost immediately, but hey, he doesn’t fall to the floor again. Pacing back and forth across his room for a bit gets him used to the pattern, gets him used to catching himself when his body tries to drop.

It’s fine, he’s gonna be fine. Sure he’s gonna get weird stares at school, but that already happens.

But still, it couldn’t hurt to drop by the Jasmine Dragon, right? Not that he’s nervous, no, of course not. It’s just that Iroh gives such nice advice and Zuko’s smile always makes his day so much better. Really there’s no reason he shouldn’t go to the Jasmine Dragon.

Sokka picks up his phone.

socks - 18:17

Hey do you mind if i stop by tomorrow

Zuko - 18:21

It’s a tea shop, Sokka. We can’t exactly control who comes and goes.

socks

no i mean like to talk

Zuko

We do that every time anyway.

Sokka sighs. Right. He needs to actually explain himself. Zuko’s not the greatest at picking up on stuff like that.

socks

I have some stuff I want to sit down and talk to your uncle about if that’s okay

And maybe talk to you too ;))

Zuko

Oh, yeah. That’s fine. Sundays usually are slow anyway.

socks

Sounds good, cya tomorrow

Sokka places his phone onto his nightstand, switching it to Do Not Disturb. He is going to get some rest, talk to Uncle Iroh, and everything will be okay.

*****

Walking to the Jasmine Dragon with his new cane is awkward. He’s still not quite used to it, and he logically knows that there’s no one giving him dirty looks from across the street. But that doesn’t stop him from turning his head over his shoulder and checking every so often, just to make sure.

To Zuko’s credit, he hardly reacts to the new, ah, accessory when Sokka pushes open the door. His face lights up in a smile when he sees him come through the doorway, and though his eyes flicker exactly once to the cane, his smile doesn’t falter and he punches in Sokka’s order the same as always.

“Uncle’s in the back, we were running low on the rose tea so he’s brewing some right now,” Zuko explains when Sokka’s peach boba tea is ready. He tugs a straw from the box on the counter, handing it to him. “He should be out in just a minute, I told him you were out here.”

True to his word, Iroh shuffles out a few minutes later, and Sokka pauses his scrolling through his phone to smile up at the man.

“Good morning, Sokka,” Iroh greets cordially, setting down his own cup of tea. He blows at it lightly before stirring in a bit of honey. Light brown eyes, dimmed with age but no somehow no less sharp than Azula’s, smile at him.

“My nephew mentioned you wanted to speak to me.” He takes a sip of his tea, nodding in silent satisfaction before looking back up at Sokka. “What troubles you, child?”

Sokka sighs, popping a piece of boba in his mouth before reaching down, lifting the top of his cane over the top of the table. Iroh furrows his brow, nodding slowly.

There’s a slam from inside the kitchen of what sounds like an oven door. Sokka startles slightly, though Iroh hardly reacts at all. It must be Azula baking again. Both turn back to their conversation with not a word about the noise.

“Zuko has told me of your… tics, are they called?” Sokka nods, and Iroh continues. “If this assists you in your day-to-day life, there is nothing to be ashamed of! There is never shame in accepting help, whatever form it may come in. A bird will build its nest of leaves or wool, provided it is soft.”

Sokka bites the inside of his cheek, nodding. It’s nothing he hasn’t heard before, from his father before bed last night, from Bato earlier this morning, from himself on his walk over. It’s good advice, accompanied by the warmth of the tea shop and Iroh’s signature proverbs. But it’s nothing special, really.

Iroh seems to notice, and Sokka feels a bit bad. But the older man doesn’t seem to mind, simply patting Sokka’s hand with a smile.

“I think perhaps I am not the best to assist you right now,” he says, standing and taking his tea cup. “Just a moment.”

He stands making his way back into the kitchen. There’s grumbling from inside before the door swings open again, Azula marching out.

She yanks the chair from under the table and sits unceremoniously, her face flat. She’s sharp where Iroh is soft, but there’s no real boredom or anger in her expression. She sticks out a hand.

“Let me see.”

Sokka passes the cane across the table awkwardly, making sure not to hit anything. She examines it with that sharp gold gaze, nodding in approval.

“Study,” she finally says, which is probably the closest thing to a compliment Sokka’s ever heard her give. “Doesn’t look too bad either, I suppose. Not that looks are the purpose here.” She hands it back, narrowly missing the straw of Sokka’s cup of boba. He’s still not quite sure why Iroh sent her out to sit with him, but he doesn’t really mind. Like Zuko, she’s someone that doesn’t change character because of a situation.

“It looks nicer than my old crutches at least,” Azula says, almost casually. “Those were such an ugly shade of green, I don’t know why Uncle bought them.” And she’s so offhand about it all that Sokka almost misses the meaning of her words.

“Wait, what?” he blurts before he can stop himself. Azula? Who’s always an almost royal air about her? That could probably have him on the ground in two seconds flat? That Azula?

She must have been expecting his reaction (of course she did, it’s Azula), and she simply crosses her legs, resting one arm on the table.

“I used to have so many issues when we first moved in with Uncle,” she begins, her tone still as if she’s speaking about the weather. “I screwed up my body for a while, didn’t eat and threw up what I did.” Sokka tries to imagine Azula as anyone other than the confident person he knows and comes up short.

“It was a series of unfortunate events, really. A weak body meant weak bones, apparently, and a jump I tried to make ended up shattering both my legs. Had to be in a wheelchair for a while, then use those forearm crutches for longer than I would have liked to. But it was fine, I suppose.”

Sokka bites his lip. They both know the question on his mind, and they both know Azula won’t give him the answer until he asks. Finally, he takes a deep breath and goes for it.

“How’d you- you know. Stop worrying that you looked… stupid?” Azula rolls her eyes, though there’s the slightest bit of an upward turn to her mouth.

“Well, anyone who’s opinion mattered to me didn’t care. Do you know how annoying Zuzu was for those months? It was always, ‘Zula, let me carry that, Zula, let me pick that up.’” Sokka nods. He knows the feeling all too well. Azula sighs, casting a glance at Zuko, who’s taking some customer’s order.

“But, as grating as it was, it was because he cares. And anyone who said anything bad, I could hit them with my crutch. I mean really, who’s going to admit they got beat up by a five-foot-one girl with crutches?”

And yeah, okay, that gets a laugh out of him. The image of Azula whacking a rude customer or classmate with what is essentially a large stick is one that he can conjure up easily.

Azula turns fully towards him, her expression shifting minutely.

“Do you trust me?”

Sokka freezes for a moment. Azula and he aren’t close, not like he is with Zuko. But if he thinks, there’s really no reason not to trust Azula. She’s straight forward and doesn’t beat around the bush. And so, Sokka nods.

Azula seems pleased.

“Then trust me when I say there’s going to be hardly anyone paying attention.”

And somehow, despite all the people telling him similar things, it’s Azula that finally drives it home.

*****

The next day at school, Sokka jabs Aang under the table with his cane as the younger boy laughs. Katara’s next to them, trying and failing to hide her mirth, while Suki and Toph smother laughter into their hands. His phone chimes, and he flips it over to see the notification.

Zuko

Hope your day’s going okay. Azula’s trying out a new recipe by the way. She says she wants you to try it.

Sokka smiles, typing his response.

socks

Day’s going great, zukes :)) and i’ll be there, cya later!

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Daylight

Spencer x GN! Reader

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Summary: After a long time without answers and your relationship ending on rocky terms, you run into Spencer and can finally put things to rest. Part one.

The prompt from @veraiconcos Fic Writer Challenge was “If I asked you to stay, would you?” This is bolded within the fic.

Category: Angst. Just pure angst.

Warnings: Cussing. Mention of normal CM stuff. Suggestive content.

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: This was initially a songfic and now it’s not, however it was still inspired by the song “Daylight” by Maroon 5. If you wanna give that a quick listen, go for it, if not, that’s chill too. Also, I tried to make this gender neutral, but if I did not, please let me know what I need to correct.

Internal dialogue

Flashback

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In one word, complicated.

Yes, that was a cliche and overused, but there was really no better way to describe your relationship with Spencer. Unless of course people preferred terms like arduous, intricate, convoluted, twisted, entangled, or your personal favorite, fucked up. Although, that might be a little harsh. Kind of. It was complicated.

And things continued on that path when you waltzed into the San Jose precinct, ready to defend your client against none other than the BAU.

Despite being 28, you were already one of the most successful defense attorneys in the state, and had already had a couple run-ins with the FBI. Luckily, none of those had been against the ‘all-powerful’ behavioral analysis unit, and you were able to wrangle out some wins, or at least, the best you could have hoped for given the circumstances. This time, a man, Brayden Lee, had been arrested as a suspect for a series of strangulations, all of the victims tall, blonde, college athletes. Looking over his case and the amount of evidence against him, you felt sure that you could manage a favorable deal.

But now, your strides faltered as you saw the team of profilers standing around in a circle, speaking in hushed voices, immediately turning around to watch you in. Well, it wasn’t necessarily them that teetered your confidence, it was more like him. And that damn hair.

You were at your older brother’s graduation. A small, skinny kid with moppy brown curls walked across the stage, the gown he was wearing clearly three sizes too big for him. He looked really young, about your age, which immediately interested you.

“Spencer Reid,” the announcer called. He accepted his diploma, moved his tassel from one side to the other, and plopped right back down in his seat.

You just stared at him from your place high up in the bleachers, almost missing your brother as he walked across the stage. You clapped and cheered, but you still couldn’t tear your eyes from the strange kid who’d walked across moments before him. When the ceremony was over, you asked your brother who he was, and all he gave you was a shrug and an arched eyebrow. That was not exactly the answer you were looking for. So you took it upon yourself, being the awkwardly brave kid you were at 12, to find him and learn more. You ended up taking him home after the ceremony, and that was that. You still remember the dopey smile he gave you as he hopped out of the backseat, a smile that you would miss for three more years.

You tried to compose yourself as you avoided eye contact with any of them, marching toward the interrogation room to have some time alone with your client. But it had never been this hard to concentrate before.

Snap out of it. It’s been four fucking years, six if you really think about it, so you need to get it together. This man, the one right in front of your face, needs your help.

So you did just that. As a lawyer, you had to have intense focus, so you made yourself hone in on that skill. The two older men of the team came in to have quite the nice chat with you and your client, but it ended fairly close to how you predicted. He would be let off, for now, but you would have to stay on call in case they found more evidence of your client’s guilt. You ushered Brayden out of the station and into a cab, telling him that you’d be in touch if anything else came up and to keep a low profile.

You were ready to be done, but had to make sure there weren’t any other loopholes or things they weren’t telling you before you could leave. You trudged back into the precinct, expecting to talk to the two men you saw earlier, but found that once-nerdy boy you used to know waiting for you. Not to say he wasn’t still nerdy, you were sure he was, but he’d definitely changed since the last time you saw him.

You tried to act as professional as possible, “Is there anything else that I need to know about this case and your evidence against my client?” Honestly, you were shocked at how calm your voice sounded.

“As long as you’ve heard about his recent purchases and easy access to the material used to strangle these women, no,” he responded, just as casually.

“Okay great, and nothing else in the profile I should be aware of?”

“Nope.”

“Alright then,” you said, turning on your heels to walk out.

“That’s it?” Spencer’s tone suddenly sounded confused, even accusatory, which was such a stark contrast to the smoothe, gentle voice you remembered.

You were at the local library studying for your midterms before the holiday break. No one really went there anymore, and there were a ton of good research tools available, so it was the perfect quiet study spot. Well, mostly quiet, that was, until the ever-so-irritating ping of books being checked out was going off non-stop. You’d had enough, so you shot over your shoulder, “Jesus, how many books do you need?”

The pinging immediately stopped, and you heard a small, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to bother you.”

It wasn’t a lot, but something about that voice seemed familiar. You turned fully around to see those piercing gold eyes staring at you, and you recognized those curls.

“No way. You’re the kid who graduated high school at age twelve! I remember you,” you blurted before really thinking.

“Yeah. Hey (y/n),” he said.

“I’m so sorry I snapped at you like that…”

“Spencer,” he filled in, after hearing you hiss like a snake, trying to jog your memory of his name.

“Spencer! Sorry about that, I’m just kinda stressed about my exams,” you explained.

“It’s okay, I understand,” Spencer replied, gesturing to his ever-growing pile of books.

You inquired about how things were going for him, and he told you all about how his first year and a half in college had been, already obtaining his bachelor’s in mathematics.

“That’s so impressive. Think you could help me?” you said in a somewhat mocking tone.

Of course, he took you seriously, not picking up on the half-joke. “Sure.”

Although, you were thrilled he offered, and the two of you spent the next couple of hours talking about high school and college classes, your seemingly easy math compared to his, and him helping you with any other subject you needed help with, like AP biology and psychology. At the end of the night, you gave him your phone number, trying to cover up your little crush with a joke about needing his help as you rushed out into the freezing night air.

He never used it.

“Yeah. That’s it,” you shot over your shoulder.

“(y/n), hold on, I-” he started.

“Doctor Reid, they need you in the conference room,” some lady said. Now that caught your attention. You spun back around to look at him with raised eyebrows. His mouth was slightly agape, and his eyes flitted between you and the lady who told him he was needed.

“What are you waiting for, Doctor,” you sneered. He let out a sigh, giving you one last pointed look before turning away. You didn’t even know people called him ‘doctor’ now.

You returned home, hoping that the case would get cleared up easily, that they’d find a different culprit and you wouldn’t have to risk that floodgate of emotions bursting open. No such luck. They found Brayden at the scene of the crime, literally in the middle of digging up an old victim to do god knows what with, and took him back into custody. When you got back to the precinct, you told your client not to say a word, and asked what the charges were and if he was going to be transferred in the meantime. The answers to your questions were not in your favor, and you had one of the worst client-lawyer conversations you'd ever experienced. The man wouldn’t tell you a damn thing, and if he didn’t tell you anything, then you couldn’t help him. Of course, it was your job to try and help him as best as you could, but you whole-heartedly believed he was guilty too, which didn’t help you keep the right mindset. Plus, your heart was pounding into your ears for more reasons than being across the table from a serial killer.

Focus, please, you begged yourself. And you did, for a while, but it became a futile effort. At one point you just wanted to say ‘fuck this shit, lock him up’ and leave, you were that desperate.

When it was all over and the station was getting everything together in order to transfer him to a holding facility, you tried to slip out the doors and wait outside. Only moments after, though, you heard the door squeak back open.

“(y/n),” Spencer started.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly interjected. You had been contemplating for the last day or so if you needed to apologize, and just figured you would, if not for your sake, for your clients’. I mean, they would probably end up testifying at some point, not like that was the main thought going through your mind, but you convinced yourself it was. “I shouldn’t have conducted myself like that earlier. It was unprofessional and you were just trying to talk to me.”

“It’s fine. I probably deserved it,” he acknowledged.

“Probably, but that’s all in the past and I should have left it there,” you concluded. You both stood in absolute silence until it became too much to bear. You decided you’d at least try to act natural, “So how have things been since the last time I saw you?”

Spencer looked at you with surprised eyes, but answered with, “They’ve been interesting. There always seems to be a new case. How about you?”

“Same. Just one after the other, but it’s nice knowing I’m helping people,” you added.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

Come on, what else can you throw out there? “Uh, so, they call you ‘doctor’ now?”

He offered a small laugh. “Yeah, they do. When I started, you know, I was much younger than anyone else in the bureau-”

“Still are,” you interjected.

He continued, “-true, but one of my mentors, who’s gone now, told people to call me that and I guess it just stuck.”

“Well, it sounds nice.”

“Thanks. I hear you are doing pretty well yourself, getting national mentions and such,” he stated.

You raised your eyebrows, “You heard about that?” A year or so back you got recognized as the top rising talent in your field of work, but you didn’t think that news would make it to the other coast. Unless he was specifically looking for that information…

“Yeah, I did. The FBI likes to keep tabs on people that might cause them the most trouble in a case, you being one of them.”

“Seriously?” You were astonished. The FBI was keeping tabs on you? “Why?”

“Just in case they get tired of opposing you and would rather work with you,” he shrugged, “But you seem to be having fun opposing right now.”

You let a smile reach the surface at that. “That obvious, huh?”

“I’m a profiler. Plus, you’ve always had a thing for opposing the ‘overbearing’ power and sticking up for the little guy.”

That was a little too close to home. You knew he meant that in more ways than one, and you couldn’t help but think about that god-awful night when you were just two kids trying to take a walk in the moonlight. The night that solidified your friendship.

It happened so fast. All you did was walk away for a second to throw your trash away, but that was all it took for the boys to pounce. Spencer had been attending CalTech for three years, and you were there to pop into the chemistry class, which you conveniently had with Spencer. Those other 20 year olds hated you and Spencer for the sole reason that you were two nerdy 17 year olds that were making them look bad. They’d already gotten in a few good punches before you returned, but when you did, you were livid. They were holding Spencer up while taking turns at him. You worked quickly, setting your phone to record before stepping in between one of the boys and Spencer. You hadn’t intended on getting caught in the crossfire, but you did, landing yourself a pretty bruise on your cheek for the next two weeks. You yelled at them about how they were assaulting a minor and how you now had all of their faces on tape, along with some other legal shit. One of them smashed your phone and went for another punch, but you kicked him in the throat before he could get to you, putting him flat on his ass. He tapped out, and you later found out he’d gotten whiplash from how he landed on the ground. They ran off, and when you turned around, Spencer collapsed in your arms. He was littered with cuts, blood, and already developing bruises. You took him back to his dorm and cleaned him up, spending the night before figuring out how to recover the footage. Once you did, you showed it to the board members, effectively expelling the boys and bringing them up on charges for assault. They got convicted, and no one screwed with either of you again. That was the moment you really decided to become a lawyer.

“Yeah, I guess I have,” you murmured. Brayden was brought out in cuffs and shoved into the back of a squad car, which was your cue to get moving. You had a full case on your hands.

You turned to leave, but as you did, Spencer stopped you. “Hey, would you maybe want to catch up later?”

You didn’t remember him ever being so bold before, and were caught off guard by the question. You stumbled out, “Uh, what did you have in mind?”

“Just … coffee, maybe?”

“Sure,” you said, and immediately saw Spencer’s shoulders relax. “Do you still remember where Arnette’s is?”

“Of course,” he responded. That used to be your favorite go-to spot.

“Alright then. I should be done with this at around eight,” you said, hopping into your car before he could respond. The officer with Brayden had already sped away, and you needed to stay close behind.

The whole drive you kicked yourself for saying yes. You were getting over him. You had gotten over him. And you loved Jordan and couldn’t help feeling like this was somehow betraying him. Plus, why should you be meeting him to catch up? He hadn’t been interested in that for five years! I mean, you put everything into making your relationship work. Sure, you were realistic that it wouldn’t last, but he could have at least tried.

You had it planned out. You would keep in touch until you could go out and visit him during the summer for Fourth of July during your sophomore year of college. The next year, he’d visit you, and the one after that, you’d visit him and so on. But that was the problem. There was no ‘so on.’ You visited him for the second time and that was it. And pretty soon, you could barely get him to pick up the damn phone. The last thing you heard from him was that he was pretty busy starting out with the BAU, along with an unanswered text wondering how his first case went.

But, you already agreed, so you might as well just see what happens.

You threw on some nice, non-work clothes and drove to the little shop on the corner. God you felt like a teenager.

It was just before eight and Spencer was already there waiting for you. Of course he was.

You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that this was supposed to be two people who used to care about each other, and honestly still do, just catching up. Simply talking. About the present, no need to worry about the past.

“Hey, (y/n).” You always liked the way he said your name with welcoming confidence.

“Hey,” you replied. He opened the door for you and you shuffled in. With no surprise, you were the only two in there, and he went ahead and ordered for both of you, remembering what you wanted with ease. You gave him a bit of a confused look as you waited for your drinks.

“What?” he asked, clearly uncomfortable by your staring.

“Nothing, it’s just that you remember my order, that’s all.”

“I do have a really good memory,” he reminded you.

“Yeah, but you also told me once that that only went for visuals, and your eidetic memory didn’t really work on audio,” you quipped.

“That’s true. I guess some things just stick. Plus, it’s not like you made it hard on me. You always ordered the same thing.”

You laughed a little, “I guess that’s true.”

You grabbed your drinks and left the hole-in-the-wall, autopilot kicking in, taking you both along the path that went around the park. Spencer sighed.

“Hm?” you questioned.

“Just, you know, thinking,” he said, brows furrowed.

“About what?”

“How we used to do this all the time. You’d finish your high school classes, drive over to CalTech for chemistry, and then afterward we’d stop by for coffee and a walk,” his voice sounded like he was in a dream, and he looked into the night air as if there was some answer or memory floating around out there. You guessed there was a memory floating around out here.

“Yeah those were crazy years,” you recalled. “I felt like I was constantly on the move and everything was happening all at once and I had all of this stuff I needed to get done. But this was always a nice place where I could clear my head and forget all of that.” That feeling was starting to return as you kept walking, the sticky air of California clinging to your skin.

“It was nice. I miss those days sometimes,” he said.

What is he getting at? “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

You walked in silence for a while, but you could see Spencer’s posture tense up more with each step. There was something on his mind and he wasn’t telling you.

“What is it?”

“What is what?” he acted bewildered.

“What’s on your mind?” He tried to shrug it off and deny it, but you knew him better than that. It might have been a while, but some things, like he said, just stick. And the way his body acted when he was thinking was one of them. “Don’t even try that. I know when there is something bothering you, now out with it.”

“Who is it?” That was all he offered and it was your turn to be confused.

“Huh?”

“Who has the other one?” he said, voice a bit harsher than before, motioning to the gold ring around your finger.

“His name is Jordan.”

“Jordan, huh?”

“Yep.”

“What does he do?” Spencer inquired.

“He’s also a lawyer. We actually met in law school,” you answered somewhat hesitant. You still didn’t know what he was getting at, if anything.

“Oh. Nice.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” your attitude starting to flare up.

“Absolutely nothing. Just not what I thought,” he stated with a bit of an edge to his voice.

“What did you think?” You were trying not to get offended by whatever he was implying, but you couldn’t help it. He asks me to catch up just to make passive aggressive criticisms?

“I don’t know. Not that, I guess.”

At this point, you wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. “Well, you know, you could have changed that,” you replied in the same passive aggressive manner.

“What would you have wanted me to do?” his voice was raising, obviously picking up on what you were putting down.

“Uh, I don’t know, how about respond to one goddamned text?”

“I tried.”

“Not really. And then you just went dark,” you spat.

“You seemed to be fine with that. You moved on pretty quickly,” he hissed, not even bothering to look at you.

“Why do you think that is, genius? I visited you, and then you stopped answering my calls. You stopped responding to my texts. I basically never heard from you again, and then the next thing I know, your showing up on my fucking tv, in California for a case, and you don’t even reach out. You didn’t even ask to meet up anywhere, not even stop by to say hey. Nothing. You did nothing once your job swallowed you up whole. I know what that’s like and it’s hard, believe me, I’m a lawyer for Chrissake, but I found the time. Plus, for all I knew, you had already found someone else, so I wasn’t going to wait around for the guy who seemed to love me much less than I loved him.” By the end, you were yelling, and thanking the stars above you that no one was around to hear it.

“You’re right,” he whispered after a while.

You were stunned, and could only manage a small, “What?”

“You’re right,” he repeated. “I should have put in more effort. I don’t know, (y/n), I wish I had a better answer for you but I don’t. I was young, and stupid, and I didn’t know what I was doing. I let my insecurities get in the way of us, and I will never be able to forgive myself for that.”

“What?” It was seriously the only thing going through your mind, however, you were able to force out, “Insecurities?”

“Yeah. I was worried that because I was away, you were going to tire of me, that you weren’t going to want to stay in a relationship. I thought that maybe, by being ‘tied’ to me, so to speak, that I was holding you back, which we promised each other we would never do. We said that we would never get in the way of the other’s dream, and I wondered if maybe I was going to do that to you. I just … I had all of these doubts, so I panicked. I stopped responding. And I was so wrong to do that.”

Now that he’d said them, they sounded like some of the same doubts he expressed to you the night before he left.

“What time is your flight?”

“Seven, which means I have to be there by six, which means I have to be leaving here by four-thirty at the latest,” he recited. He had all of his stuff piled by the door, which was hardly anything at all. You were in his hotel room because his house was soon to be taken over by a young couple, since he’d be living in Massachusetts, and his mother was in a mental facility. You’d just come back from visiting her, which left Spencer in tears.

You ate dinner while playing chess, which he effectively beat you at. You were actually pretty good at it, but no match for his math-based brain. You snuggled into bed next to him, willing yourself to keep it together because the last thing you wanted to do was spend your last night with him an emotional wreck. He queued up a movie, but neither of you paid any attention to it. His arm was draped around your shoulders and yours were clasped around his waist.

Spencer’s hand lazily circled your back until it moved with purpose down to your thigh. He continued his lazy patterns when you looked up at him, a question in your eyes.

You’d been with Spencer for over a year, and recalled your first time. You were ready before he was, which came as no surprise, but that didn’t stop the nerves from racing through your head. But if you thought you were nervous, you had no idea what was going through Spencer’s head. He later told you that he was absolutely terrified because he didn’t want to do something wrong, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and he didn’t want you to think less of him because of his body style, and a million other things that he was scared about. That’s how you accidentally said the ‘L’ word. “Spencer Reid, I would never judge you and you could never scare me away. I love you and your body and your brain, and you are not going to do something wrong, not like I’d know because we are both new to this and are doing it together. Understand?”

He gave you a shy smile. “I do.”

Now though, it was very different. Comfortable, confident, safe.

“Can I have you?” he asked, “All of you, one last time?”

You leaned up to kiss him, and he sighed when you pulled away. You looked him straight in the eyes, “I’m all yours.”

And you were. You felt like you always had been and probably always would be, and could only hope that he felt a fraction of the same. Your bodies pushed and pulled in perfect unison, fitting together as if you were two pieces of a puzzle, specifically crafted for the other.

You returned to your curled up position beside him, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears silently flowed out of your eyes, but you couldn’t make yourself peel your arms away from him long enough to wipe them away. You attempted to sob without making a sound, knowing that if Spencer saw you crying, it would make him cry, and he couldn’t cry because it would make you cry more, splitting you right in half. It didn’t matter how quiet you were being about it, because when you looked up at Spencer, you saw the same silent tears glistening on his cheeks. It was only then that you pulled your hands from around him and brushed away his tears.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring the mood down,” you apologized. “This is supposed to be exciting. You’re going to the best school in the country to get your PhD.”

“It’s okay,” he replied, moving his hands up and down your arms, “Sometimes, I wonder if I’m making the right decision.”

This took you by surprise. He’d always seemed confident about this, passionate about furthering his education. “What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to complicate things for anyone. For my mother. For you.”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” You knew it was unfair, but it was the only thing you could think to say. The only thing you wanted to say. You needed him, and it was sickening wondering if soon, he might not need you. He stared at you dumbfoundedly, so you quickly covered it up with, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that. You are about to start a whole new part of your life, and you should go, pursue your dreams with the best education this country can offer. I don’t wanna get in the way of that.”

You repositioned yourself back on his chest, and started to drift off to sleep when you felt him sigh. You lazily peered up at him, meeting his restless eyes. “Spence, you need to sleep.”

“I can sleep on the plane. I need this more,” he said, smiling at you. You tried to stay awake like you knew Spencer would, but to no avail. You did, however, wake up to him getting ready to leave. He kissed you goodbye, and you held yourself together until he’d walked out, the door shutting with a definite ‘click.’

All the air had been stripped from your lungs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, like you’d never again without him by your side. You cried yourself back to sleep, willing this all to be one giant nightmare, but when you woke, he was gone. And you felt completely numb. So while you may have been two pieces of a puzzle, aiming to create the same beautiful picture, you no longer fit together.

You felt yourself starting to get flushed from constantly going in and out of anger then feeling bad and forgiving. It was exhausting, and probably part of the reason things didn’t work out between the two of you. That didn’t mean you loved him any less, though. He was, in fact, your first love, and you guess people were right about that stuff being more powerful and affecting you longer. Hell, you walked into the precinct for a total of three seconds before he was affecting you all over again!

You took a deep breath in before saying, “I guess we both made mistakes and wished we would have handled things differently.”

“What would you have handled differently?” He sounded genuinely curious.

“When I saw that you were in California for a case, instead of … doing what I did, I should have been the one who reached out. I could have just asked you then what was going through your mind and what was going on between us. Who knows how that might have changed things? But, I was petty,” you gave a cold laugh, “I guess I still am sometimes, huh?”

You had definitely been acting that way lately. You felt guilty and ashamed about it, but in that moment of anger four years ago, knowing that Spencer was out there ignoring you, you sent him a hurtful message and then blocked his number. Only a week or so prior, you’d met Jordan who was clearly hitting on you, and you were so firm about moving on that you asked him out. He eagerly agreed, and the rest was history. Or, at least, you thought was history.

Spencer shrugged and dodged the somewhat rhetorical question. “We can’t really dwell on that now.”

You knew he didn’t really mean that, considering he was the type of person who dwelled, but he was right. You were engaged to a great guy and soon to be married. This, Spencer, was something you were just going to have to come to terms with, something you realized you hadn’t come to terms with yet.

You’d been walking so absentmindedly next to him that you hardly noticed you were outside of a hotel. He stopped just outside the lobby entrance and turned to face you.

“Walk you to your room?” you offered. What the fuck did you just say? Why did you say that? You can’t say things like that. Stop it.

Spencer gave you that small, closed lip smile of his which immediately ended your inner scolding, and nodded, holding the door open for you. You walked up the stairs together in silence. When you reached his door, instead of getting out his card, he leaned his back up against the heavy wood.

“Alright, well, it was nice catching up, and I wish you safe travels in the morning,” you said, turning to leave. He quickly reached out and grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks, and you spun around to face him.

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” Those words pierced through your ears, ringing all too familiar from when it was you who said them.

“Spence-” you started. And then his lips were on yours. Those sweet, soft lips. It had always been so natural between the two of you, and you felt his tongue bypass yours as you pushed further into the kiss. Then you remembered where, and when, you were, no longer that hopelessly devoted kid but an adult with a wonderful man waiting for you when you got home. You pulled away. “Spence-”

“I would have said yes, you know,” he confessed. The question must have been etched on your face, because he continued, “When you asked me that night, given the chance, I would have said yes.”

His words stung, and your whole body ached from rehashing old feelings, to igniting new ones, to the guilt of what just happened weighing on you so heavily you might just crumble beneath it. You murmured out, “Why didn’t you?”

“I thought you were right. I thought I was doing the right thing. Out of all the mistakes I’ve made, all the regrets I have, you, (y/n) (y/l/n), are my biggest one.” His honey brown eyes peered right into yours, like he was looking at something far greater than just your eyes, and repeated, “So right now, if I asked you to stay with me, would you?”

It was too much to handle. After all the time you’d spent wishing he was still yours, he finally could be, but you could no longer be his. Tears were streaming down your face as they once did, the first time you lost him, and you choked out, “I can’t.”

One More Night

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