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Give You Blue

Epilogue

You are my universe, my everything, my sunset. You still give me butterflies, my lullaby. You are everything I wanted.

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

cw: switching POVs (reader is second-person, Eren is third), fluff, established relationship, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), cunnilingus, face-riding, spit play, pet names (sweetie, honey, sweetheart, princess, good girl, baby)

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Author’s Note: Just an excuse to write a little bonus chapter about these two! Fluffy, adorable, and happily in love! Also a little smut added to the mix. Thank you everyone for reading this story all the way through the end! Love and appreciate every single one of you. What a journey this has been. Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated, as always.

It’s 11:45 PM, New Year’s Eve, fifteen minutes before the start of the new year. You leave your family gathered downstairs to head up to your room, shutting the door quietly, tapping your boyfriend’s contact on your phone screen.

Eren answers after two rings. “Hey, cutie. Hold on.” There’s shuffling, like you’ve been temporarily put in his pocket. In the background, you hear him announce, “Mom, I’m pretty tired. Going to bed now.”

“But you’ll miss midnight!” she responds.

You hear his dad chime in. “Let him, honey. He can make his own decisions.�� There’s a hint of bitterness in his tone that even you can detect on the other end of the line.

Your boyfriend lets out a nervous chuckle, muttering a quick, “Happy New Year.” There’s more rustling, then sounds of steps going up stairs, ending with a gentle thud of a door closing. “Sweetie? You still there?” he asks, finally alone.

“Yeah, I’m here.” You smile into the phone, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he greets back. “It’s so nice hearing your voice.”

“I feel the same way,” you reply, falling back into the mattress, gazing up at the ceiling. “How was tonight?”

“Oh, you know, the usual: My mom cooked too much food for three people and my dad has been sneaking little jabs at me. Nothing new.”

Eren officially changed his major before the end of the semester from pre-med to education, a huge weight lifted off his shoulders while a tinier one replaces it, aka his father’s overall disapproval. Dr. Jaeger stood by his word, threatening that he would no longer support his son financially once he made the switch, to which Eren has been preparing for. He has two new on-campus jobs lined up for him at the start of the new semester, along with the weekly music session at the elementary school Erwin Smith’s dad works at. The first week of winter break, he was ready to apply for a few loans to help him throughout the rest of his term. Then, to his shock, his father approached him, informing him that he will actually continue to pay for his education, on the condition that he graduates with outstanding grades and a job guaranteed. Eren’s sure it was his mother who was behind the change in heart, to which he’ll forever be grateful for. Unfortunately, this hasn’t stopped his father from making snide remarks here and there.

You sympathize with him, saying, “I’m sorry.”

His charming grin is audible through the phone. “Don’t be. I can handle it.”

“Where’s Mikasa? And your brother?”

“Mikasa left this morning to spend the rest of break with Jean. And Zeke had to head back to prepare for some conference, so he’s actually in your neck of the woods right now,” he answers, referring to your hometown and current location: Marley. He adds, “To be honest, I wish I was there too.”

You smile, kicking your feet, belly fluttering with butterflies. “We’ll see each other in a week. Do you really miss me that much?” you tease.

“More than anything.”

Swallowing hard, sentimental words dancing on the tip of your tongue (I miss you too, I think about you every day), you remain silent, too shy to get them out. Instead, he continues speaking, changing the subject to talk about what his mom prepared and the new year traditions behind them. She decided to do a spread of German foods this time around: pork sausages for good luck, sauerkraut for more money, and lentil soup for even better luck. He tells you about his childhood, popping open apple cider to tip into everyone’s glasses, watching the fireworks light up the sky from a distance, igniting sparklers outside with Armin, Mikasa, and the other neighborhood kids on the street. You listen to him intently, imagining a young Eren with that same signature bright smile he dons as an adult; warm, genuine, full of light. It’s no wonder you fell for him, especially in a time of your life where you were shrouded in darkness from the fallout of your heartbreak, unsure when you’d ever see sunshine again.

I love you. Every time you think it, you double back, convincing yourself that it’s too soon, too much in such a short amount of time. After all, it’s only been a little over a month since the two of you officially became a couple. Wouldn’t it be crazy to express such a weighted confession?

When there’s a small pause in the conversation, finished with his stories, you start, “Eren,” ready to admit it.

“Oh, it’s already 11:59!” he interjects, excited. “How many seconds do we have left?”

You turn on the TV, switching to a local channel that’s displaying a countdown. “Ah, ten seconds!” You watch the clock, listening to Eren announce the numbers in your ear. At three, you join in. “3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

Downstairs, you hear your family cheering, clinking flutes of champagne or cider with each other. The sound of fireworks bursting can be heard faintly through your window. On the opposite end of the line, Eren says, “Happy New Year, beautiful. Wish I could kiss you right now.”

You smile. “Me too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join your family downstairs?” he asks.

“Positive. I want to start the new year with you.”

He laughs softly. “Me too. And you know what? For the first time in a long time, I’m actually excited about the new year. I used to dread going back, always so anxious about my new classes. All the tests and projects I had to work on during the semester. Even interacting with my classmates because it was always so competitive. Now, my new curriculum sounds interesting, and I feel good about my cohort. I just know this year is going to be a great one.” He pauses, choosing his next statement carefully. “I’m also looking forward to us. We’ve got all the time in the world now. I can’t wait to create so many more memories with you.”

Your heart beats faster, taken back by his sincerity. You decide not to confess to him tonight, not because you’re unsure, but because you mean it more. Those three words don’t seem enough to express that to him. Not yet at least. There’s no pressure to rush into anything; as he said, you’ve got all the time in the world.

~~~

Spring semester of sophomore year starts off smoothly, especially for Eren. This is the only time during his collegiate career that he’s felt at ease. While he’s equally as diligent as he was before, he enjoys the material he’s learning, rather than stressing each passing day like he once was. Having his supportive girlfriend by his side is also a huge help, maybe the biggest of them all. He’s never been happier.

Technically, it’s forbidden for RAs to date their residents. However, that hasn’t stopped them, often sneaking into his room to do what couples usually do. Quite frankly, neither are worried about hiding it, considering the rest of the dormitory residents are well aware of the relationship and unfazed by it. Still, whenever one of Eren’s managers visits, he’s extra diligent in keeping that information private.

As for her situation with her ex, she has completely moved on, and seemingly so has he. Occasionally, she’ll spot Reiner walking around campus with his fraternity brothers or classmates. She and him will exchange a cordial head nod, polite wave, sometimes a reminiscent smile, but nothing more. Acknowledging each other’s presence, understanding there’s no more left to their story. A fleeting moment of reminiscence about their past life together, gone as soon as it appears. During these times, Reiner will flash a serious glance at Eren. It’s not threatening or malicious, more like a cautionary warning. He can’t blame the guy; after all, Reiner was her first love, and vice versa. Despite their relationship coming to an end, deep down, they must care for each other to some degree. Even as the new boyfriend, he can understand that, so he remains unbothered by it.

Despite his father agreeing to continue the payment of his tuition, Eren decided to work at least one part-time job this semester to supplement date nights or gifts for his girlfriend. His job is being the front desk of the school library, helping students locate resources or manage the study rooms. For the most part, his schedule is manageable. However, when the week of midterms arrives, it gets a little more complicated. The facility remains open twenty-four hours on weeks like this so students have a place to study at all times. Driven by the increased pay during the night shifts, Eren offers to work them without thinking how it’ll affect his daily routine. It’s only after the first night that he realizes he won’t be able to see his girlfriend until the week is over. With her being just as busy with group projects, there isn’t a time they have free to see each other. So, they settle for voicemails and text message spanning the next few days, which in Eren’s mind, pass by like weeks, maybe months. He misses her.

Finally, Friday comes, and exams are over. After his last class, he heads straight for his room, knocking out for a long nap. He wakes up to gentle tapping on his door. When he answers, he’s thrilled to see her, smiling brightly at him. “Hi.”

Before he can respond with words, he launches forward, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m so happy to see you.” He buries his nose to the top of her head, inhaling that familiar scent he’s been yearning for all week long. “I missed you so much.”

She laughs, music to his ears, warming his entire soul. “I missed you too.”

He pulls her into his room, pushing the door closed by pressing her up against it with a kiss. They stay like this for a while, his hands caressing her cheeks, her fingers hooked to the waistband of his sweats, tugging ever-so-slightly towards her. They kiss each other, languid, soft, and effortless, like this is exactly where they’re meant to be. He’s been deprived too long without her. He won’t waste another second.

She pulls away, leaning back to look at him. “Are you hungry? Do you want to get dinner now?”

He smirks, mouth grazing her ear. “I am hungry, but for something else.” One hand trails down to her hip, squeezing. “I’ve been starving for you all week. Dessert first, then dinner.”

She giggles, nipping at his lower lip. “Are we calling this dessert now?”

“Yup,” he grins. “Because it’s going to be so, so sweet.”

~~~

Within minutes, your clothes are tossed to the floor, stripped and bare in his bed, sheets twisted beneath as your lips smack noisily with each other. “Can I taste you now? Please?” Eren asks.

You nod, rolling onto your back, spreading your legs for him. He shakes his head, hoisting you over him. “Not like that. I want you to ride my face.”

“What?” you stammer, surprised at the suggestion.

“Ride my face,” he repeats.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure. I want it so bad, baby.” The way his voice sounds needy and desperate has your pussy throbbing. Carefully, you straddle him, lowering yourself slowly. His hands slide around your thighs, gripping you. “Come on. Smother me, sweetie.” More aggressively, he shoves you to his face, tongue already out and licking at your clit. You grasp onto the headboard, rolling your hips onto his mouth, head thrown back in pleasure. His moans are muffled, vibrating into your skin with his lips puckered to your bud, sucking.

Soon, you’re coming for him, slick gushing from your slit. He drinks it up, slurping it noisily, his hips thrusting into nothing, cock stiff against his abdomen. “Fuck, you taste so good. Think you can ride my cock now, princess?”

Still reeling from your orgasm, you whimper in response, readjusting yourself so you’re on his lap, sliding your slippery cunt along his erect shaft. He rests his head on his palms, elbows splayed, watching you. “That’s it, baby. Get it nice and creamy with your cum. You’re doing such a good job.”

The praise spurs you on, rubbing yourself on his dick until you’re ready for him, tingling all over. You sink down, cock sliding in smoothly until he bottoms out, your pussy entirely full of him. He plants his feet to the bed, thrusting into you gradually. “I know you already came, but can you give me one more, sweetie? Just one more?” It sounds like he wants to add a pretty please to the end of it, nodding his head affirmatively, looking up at you with innocent eyes while he fucks you relentlessly.

You let out a pathetic whimper, nodding along with him, totally captivated. He smiles so sweetly, the tinge of wickedness in his eyes almost goes unnoticed. Almost. Your boyfriend can be a real menace sometimes, acting tender as he man-handles you like his own personal sex doll. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s breathing heavily, exerting all the energy left in his being to give you the best fuck of your life. You bounce on his lap until your legs are spent, yielding all control to him. One hand travels up your spine and lands at the nape of your neck, caressing you, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue swirls into your mouth, pushing his thick saliva past your lips. He halts his brutal thrusts, hard cock all the way inside you, pussy throbbing around it.

“Open up, sweetie,” he says. You’re high off his cock, too dumbed out to think rationally, so you obey his command, sticking your tongue out. He bites his lip, studying you like you’re the prized treasure he’s about to collect. He tips your head towards him, leaning in close to spit a wad of his saliva in your mouth. “Swallow.” You do, guzzling every drop of it down your throat.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he coos.

“Give me more,” you groan, sticking your tongue out.

He grins, smooching your nose. “You like it, don’t you sweetheart?”

You nod, eyes half-lidded as he does it again, his hot, frothy spit coating the inside of your mouth. Arms coiled around his neck, you clutch onto him tightly, electricity rippling from your core throughout the rest of your body as he pumps his cock in and out of you.

“Eren,” you whimper, nuzzling his ear. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, or the fact that you haven’t seen him all week and you missed him so much, you’re bursting at the seams. In a breathy huff, it slips out. “I love you.”

Suddenly, he pauses, stunned by your confession. He holds your face between his palms, staring at you with a serious expression. “What did you say?”

“I love you.”

His lips part, dumbfounded and in a daze, with his dick still hard inside you. It’s not what you imagined it would be like, but in this moment, you wanted to get it off your chest. It’s been simmering within you since New Year’s, and while it’s not the most luxurious of settings, it’s intimate and special, especially with the way his eyes twinkle. “You love me?” he reiterates, clearly in disbelief.

With more confidence, you reply, “I love you, Eren.” You nuzzle your nose to his, smiling. “I love you.”

He laughs, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you this whole time.”

The two of you giggle into each other’s mouths as you kiss, Eren whispering “I love you” in between. You rock your hips onto his lap, making love slowly until eventually, you come together, skin hot and dewy with sweat, hearts thumping loudly against your chests. He cradles you in his arms, peppering more soft smooches around your face, intertwining his legs with yours. A perfect fit.

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Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 7

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, fluff, angst. alcohol consumption, jealousy, kissing (x megumi). 18+, MDNI

word count: 1.8k

a/n: guys i'm still trying to write the last chapter for this series rn bc i got hit with mad writers block but aaAAH she's comin along

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You’re back in Yuji’s dorm building, but this time your back faces the familiar room. He had just waved goodbye, whispering “Go get ‘em, tiger,” as he shot fake finger guns at you before shutting the door to his room. Now it was just you alone in the hallway, facing the construction paper cutout of “Megumi” that was taped to the door in front of you. You hesitantly raise your fist out before knocking.

A soft voice from inside yells out, “One second!” through the door before it swings open. In front of you stands the dark-haired boy, once again wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. “Hey, it’s good to see you,” he says sweetly as his eyes meet yours. “You ready to go?”

“Yep!” you chirp. The warm scent of his cologne hits your nose as he steps next to you. You suddenly feel nervous, not sure if it’s because of the man standing to your side or the one who you just left. You push the feeling down as you walk to the cafe.

–

The space is warm, the hum of espresso makers and piano music filling your ears. The walls are adorned in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, warm light casting over everything from the chandelier above.

With a mug in each hand, Megumi leads you to a table in the middle of the cafe. He sets one down in front of you with your latte and his, with plain black coffee, next to him.

“This place is beautiful,” you note, eyes glancing around the room taking it all in. “How did you find it?”

“One of my friends, Maki, suggested I try it,” he responds, taking a sip from his coffee. “She said it fit my ‘vibe’ or something,” he chuckles. “So, what do you have to study while we’re here?”

“I have a bit of bio to work on, but honestly, I’m just here for the company,” you try to say as nonchalantly as possible as you pull your laptop out of your backpack and set it on the table in front of you. You catch Megumi smiling out of the corner of your eye.

“Speaking of company,” he begins as he pulls a notebook out of his bag, “how do you and Yuji know each other?”

There it is. You were waiting for this question on the way over, but Megumi seemed to avoid the topic entirely. You knew he saw you with Yuji, and now you have to come clean. But what, exactly, is there to come clean about?

“We’re childhood friends,” you state. It’s not technically a lie, but it certainly doesn’t explain the complicated relationship you’ve developed with him over the past few weeks.

“Mhm,” Megumi hums quizzically. You could tell he wants to ask more, yet he doesn’t pry.

Silence falls between the two of you for a moment, and something about it makes you feel comfortable sharing more. “We met when we were kids, and as we grew up we were inseparable. He’s…” you pause, thinking about the weight of the words you’re about to say, “my best friend.” You sigh.

“But…?” Megumi guides, a small grin forming on one side of his mouth.

“But now it’s…weird,” you follow.

“Well, Yuji’s a pretty weird guy, and I’ve only known him a semester,” he agrees with a chuckle.

Something about Megumi puts you at ease. You feel comfortable sharing things with him you never thought you’d say out loud, which is why you continue explaining. “Yuji and I kissed,” you blurt out. “But now he has feelings for someone else, and I don’t know how I feel about him, and everything’s just messed up.” You put your head into your hands.

Megumi pauses for a moment, trying to think of what to say. “Oof,” is all he gets out.

“‘Oof’ indeed,” you chuckle through your palms. Suddenly, you lift your head up to meet eyes with the boy across from you. “Hey, please don’t tell Yuji I said any of that?” you plead, realizing the sensitive nature of what you just shared with him.

“My lips are sealed,” he responds through a smile, “as long as you get the next round of coffees.”

“Deal,” you agree, a grin spreading across your face.

This feels…easy. Talking to Megumi feels like how you and Yuji used to be, before all this emotional gunk got in the way.

The conversation flows smoothly as the two of you work through all of your studying for the next week, spending nearly the entire day in the warm cafe. By the time you leave, the sun has set and the sky is orange and purple as dusk settles over campus. Megumi asks to walk you home and you agree, thanking him for the kind gesture.

When you get back to your dorm, the caffeine from the coffees you were chugging all day finally wears off as you crash into your bed, the smell of detergent still lingering on your freshly-washed comforter as you settle under it.

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The next week breezes by, especially since you finished all of your work at the cafe with Megumi over the weekend. You start looking forward to your biology class because you know it means you’ll get to see him. For a few hours each week, you get to watch his hands as he sketches page after page, sometimes of animals, sometimes of buildings, sometimes of you. Whenever you’re included in his drawings, he tears the page out and gives it to you without a second thought.

The two of you also started spending more time together outside of class trying out new cafes, especially after you found out Megumi was very particular about his coffee.

He sticks his nose up as he tries to hide the disgust on his face. “Yuck,” he mutters as he swallows, setting the mug down.

“No good?” you ask, putting your hand over your mouth as you try to hide your giggle. He just shakes his head in response. “Well my latte is delicious,” you respond with a smirk as you take a sip.

“How can you even say that?” he frowns. “That stuff is all sweetener, and you know it.”

“Mmm maybe, but I like things a little sweet,” you hum. You reach your hands across the table to pinch his cheeks, molding his frown into a forced smile. “And I bet you’d like it too, if you gave it a try.” He swats your hands away with a chuckle.

Things are…easy. Yet, for some stupid reason, you still find yourself thinking of Yuji, especially during these lull periods where you let your thoughts get quiet. It’s not like he’s gone, or even that he hasn’t texted you (because he certainly has, mostly pictures of his gross meals like fried rice with jam or a boxed mac n cheese he made using vanilla coffee creamer). It’s more that you are struggling to figure out what to say to him. How are you supposed to explain whatever these feelings are to someone you aren’t even dating that you know has feelings for someone else?

–

“Are you doing anything tonight?” Megumi asks. You’re both packing up your stuff after your Friday biology class. “I got invited to this off-campus party and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me?” he turns to face you. You don’t sense any hint of nervousness in his voice, as if asking was second nature. He had really grown comfortable around you.

“I’d love to,” you respond with a smile. “Meet at my place at 8:00?”

“Sounds perfect,” he grins as you both turn to walk out of the lecture hall.

–

Walking into a party with Megumi is definitely a new experience. For one, you were never a huge party-goer, so the loud music and conversations are an adjustment. Second, this is the first time you and Megumi have gone somewhere together. Sure you had studied plenty of times, but this feels like something else.

Truthfully, you don’t know what you and Megumi are to each other. Your relationship feels comfortable, like you’ve been friends for years, but sometimes you say something and you swear you catch him blushing.

It doesn’t matter, you try to mentally pep-talk yourself, tonight I’m just here to have fun.

The two of you step through the front door as the smell of stale beer hits your nose and the bass from the music causes your chest to vibrate. You tug on the bottom of your black dress as you gaze down at the tennis shoes you paired it with, hoping you don’t look too out of place. Looking up, you scan across the room for a familiar face but find none; luckily, Megumi waves at his friends and grabs your hand, guiding you to the middle of the dance floor.

You dance together for a while before one of his friends, who he introduces as Toge, comes back and hands you both full cups. The new white-haired boy pulls down the top of what looks to be a custom-made hoodie before chugging his drink. Megumi looks at you and knocks the top of his glass against yours before he moves it up to his lips. You follow his lead, taking in gulps of what tastes like the cheapest beer you’ve ever had. Both of you finish your drinks at the same time, the liquid sending shivers down your body as you smile up at Megumi.

The night continues smoothly, Toge coming back with drinks every so often as you let the music course through you while moving your body to the pounding rhythms. You slowly get to meet Megumi’s friends as you shout your introductions over the blasting noise around you. You are having…fun? You never saw yourself enjoying parties, but here you are, getting the college experience.

Suddenly, Megumi taps your shoulder. You turn to look up at him, but his eyes are focused on something behind you. Spinning around on your toes, you see why he got your attention: Yuji.

He’s standing on the other side of the crowded dance floor, one arm leaning against the wall. And below his arm, is a girl.

She has shoulder length brown hair and is wearing a dark blue dress that seems like it was made for her. This has to be her, you think. Dammit, did she have to be gorgeous, too?

For a moment, all you can do is stare, your eyes going back and forth between the two of them. You watch as Yuji says something and she shoves him in the chest, a laugh never leaving her lips. Your eyes start to water as you try to blink the tears away. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. You’re supposed to be having fun. This isn’t fun. Megumi sees your body tense and he places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention back.

Suddenly, Yuji’s eyes meet yours from across the room. Your stomach drops, and you’re not sure if it’s the butterflies or the jealousy bubbling up inside of you. Before you can even think, you turn to face Megumi, hoping Yuji is still watching. You move your arms around his neck as you lean up to kiss him.

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fifteen — need it

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2k content. swearing, thigh riding, use of pet names

You poke at your food, passively listening to Iwaizumi and Oikawa argue while you wait for the rest of your friends in the cafeteria. You look up from time to time hoping you’ll catch Atsumu walking over to you. He’s probably building a mountain of food for lunch.

It’s a busy day, the first day of the new semester, and the whole campus seems to be overcome with new life. Freshmen fumble around awkwardly while older students dole out sage advice about not mixing your alcohol or walking home alone. People catch up with friends, asking about summer and boyfriends. The whole place absolutely buzzes with busy chatter and joy.

The excitement is palpable and infectious. The perfect way to start your third year.

Someone clears their throat at your side.

You look up with a raised brow. “Hi?”

You recognize the boy from one of your lab classes. You don’t think you ever caught his name.

“Hi,” he says. “You’re Y/N, right?”

You nod. “And you are…”

“Right, uh, it’s Yukawa. From Dr. Ono’s class.”

“Yukawa, hi.” You offer him a polite smile. “What can I do for you?”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi stop talking on the other side of the table and turn to watch your exchange with the boy. Your best friend leans into his hand, yawning and knowing all too well where this conversation is going to go.

Yukawa clears his throat again. He’s obviously nervous. “I was wondering if you could send me notes from the orientation earlier,” he says before adding, “I-I noticed that you were taking a lot of them. Notes, I mean.”

You hear Oikawa snort and you kick him under the table. “Sure,” you say, letting out a light laugh to distract from your best friend’s groaning. “Let me get your number.”

“Yeah!” the boy says all too quickly. “I mean, yeah, sure. I can give you my number.”

You pull your phone out of your pocket and hand it over to him. “Just put it in here,” you tell him. Your eyes dart over to Iwaizumi as you mouth, “Stop laughing!”

Yukawa holds your phone out to return it to you, but as you’re about to take it, a hand reaches out from behind you and swipes it first.

“What—”

“Oh, ya got Y/N’s phone! How nice!”

You open your mouth to speak but Atsumu’s already sliding onto the bench next to you and placing his arm around your shoulder. He’s holding your phone in his hand, staring up at the boy whose number is imprinted on it.

“Are ya a classmate or somethin’?” he asks. His smile is so forced you almost burst out laughing (Oikawa is clearly not able to resist the urge as well as you can).

Yukawa nods with wide eyes. “Yeah, I was just asking for notes,” he explains. “You’re…”

“Miya, yeah,” Atsumu supplies. “Like the Miya on the jacket she’s wearing. Miya Atsumu if ya wanna be specific—hey, if yer classmates with Y/N then that means yer classmates with Iwaizumi too, right?”

“Oh, right!” Yukawa looks over to the other side of the table. “Iwaizumi. Hello.”

Your friend, a hand on Oikawa’s mouth, smiles. “Yeah. Hey, man.”

Atsumu bounces in his seat. “I have an idea!” he says. “Y’know, since I keep Y/N a little busy in her free time, keeping her up at night and all—”

“‘Tsumu!”

“—she might not be able to send ya those notes.” He makes an exaggerated frown. “Sad, yeah, I know.” He’s beaming again. “But here’s my idea! How ‘bout ya get yer notes from Iwaizumi instead? That way, ya get yer notes and Y/N gets some sleep.”

Iwaizumi hands Yukawa his phone, motioning for the boy to put his number in. “I’d do it if I were you.”

Gulping, he quickly types his number in and hands the phone back. “Thanks,” he says quietly. He turns to you. “I’ll see you around then, Y/N.”

“Probably not.” Atsumu wrinkles his nose and smiles as the boy scurries away. “Toodles!”

You punch his shoulder when Yukawa is out of earshot. “So uncalled for!”

“What?” he exclaims, laughing loudly. “He couldn’t take a hint!”

Suna and Aran join your table, watching with amused expressions as everyone starts cackling.

“What’d we miss?” Aran asks. He reaches over and grabs a fry from Atsumu’s food. “Finders keepers.”

The twin glowers at him, stealing a fry from Suna. “Finders keepers apparently.”

Suna groans and turns to you. “So, what happened?”

“A classmate asked for notes and ‘Tsumu was an ass.”

“Correction,” Atsumu leans over the table and points his fry at everyone, “a dude asked for ‘er number and I kindly told ‘im to fuck off.”

You narrow your eyes at him, trying to suppress the grin on your face. “And why do you think you can tell guys who ask for my number to fuck off?”

“Because,” he shrugs, placing a quick peck on your lips, “yer pretty.”

You roll your eyes and nudge his shoulder. “Phone please.”

“Oh, right,” he says, pulling your phone up onto the table. He pointedly deletes Yukawa’s number before handing it back to you. “There ya go.”

“Ass.”

“Pretty girl.”

“You guys are gross,” Oikawa says, gagging. Then, a thought seems to cross his mind and he lights up. “Did I ever tell you all about that one time in freshman year when Y/N pretended I was her boyfriend to stop a guy from giving her his number?”

You glare at him. “You were a terrible boyfriend, by the way.”

“Still is,” Iwaizumi adds, everyone bursting into peals of laughter as Oikawa starts ranting at him.

As everyone starts chatting and eating, you catch Suna staring at you, his eyes focused on the way Atsumu has you pressed against him. When he sees that you’ve caught him, he looks at you like he’s waiting for you to say something. For a moment, you really want to.

Why do you care? you want to ask.

But you don’t. Instead, you just give him a gentle smile and turn back to your conversation with Aran.

Fuck Rin.

You show Atsumu your phone, tilting the screen so he can see as the two of you walk back to your dorm. “I’m in the same lab group as Yukawa,” you tell him, pointing at your professor’s announcement. “Now, he hates me and I’m gonna fail.”

He pushes the door to your room open. “I won’t let ya.”

“Oh yeah?” you say teasingly. “How are you gonna do that?”

“Like this.”

Atsumu slams the door behind you and presses you up against it, capturing your lips in a kiss. It’s a little rougher than usual, like he’s trying to prove a point, but there’s still a sweetness to it. Like a kiss that’s supposed to mean something.

He picks you up by your thighs and you wrap your legs around him, holding onto his neck as you kiss him back. You open your mouth a little and feel his tongue dip inside as he pulls you closer to him. With his mouth still on yours, he sits down on your bed and lets you straddle him.

“Were ya really gonna text him?” he asks when he pulls away to catch his breath.

You shake your head. “No,” you tell him, dragging your tongue over his jaw, tasting the slightly salty tang of his skin. “I don’t like him. Didn’t even know his name.”

He chuckles breathlessly. “Ya make me crazy, d’ya know that?”

“I know,” you say, pulling him back into a kiss. “I think you’re making me crazy too.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs. He takes your head in his hands and presses his lips against yours, the kiss is hard and slow. When he pulls away, he moves his mouth to your ear. “Ride my thigh.”

You giggle. “Really?”

Atsumu runs his open mouth against your neck. “Need ya to feel good,” he tells you. “Need to remind ya just how good I make ya feel.”

You moan when he sucks on your neck. “Fuck, okay,” you say, shifting your position so that one of his legs is between both of yours. “Make me feel good, baby.”

He nips at your collarbone as his fingers make their way under your skirt and between your legs. He pushes your underwear out of the way, smirking when you hiss at the feeling of your bare cunt against his jeans. His finger slides between your folds.

“So wet already,” he says. He bounces the leg you’re sitting on, drawing a moan from you. “Ya gonna be good for me, sunshine?”

You feel your face heat up at the nickname. “Yes, ‘Tsumu,” you tell him, nodding eagerly. “I’ll be good for you.”

Slowly, you start rubbing yourself on his thigh. You drag your folds over him, moaning every time your clit touches the fabric of his pants. He bounces his leg again, smashing it into your sensitive bud, and you hold him tight, arms dangling over his shoulders.

“Makin’ yerself feel good, sunshine?” he asks in a voice that toes the line between taunting and adoring. “Ya makin’ a mess on my pants?”

You moan, your mouth opening and eyes closing, a blissed out look on your face. “Feels so good, ‘Tsumu,” you say. You continue drawing your hips over his legs, the muscles all tensed up and rock hard beneath you. “Fuck!”

He nips at your neck. “Ya think Yukawa could make ya feel this good?”

You shake your head and whimper as his arms wrap around your back. “No!”

“Ya think anyone else could make ya feel this good?”

“No, ‘Tsumu!”

“Yeah?” He grabs your hips and takes control of your movements, dragging you over his thigh like it’s nothing to him. “D’ya want anyone else?”

Your grip on him tightens as you shake your head again. “No, ‘Tsumu,” you say. “Only want you.”

He snickers. “That’s right, sunshine. I’m the only one yer ever gonna want. Only one yer ever gonna need.”

“‘Tsumu!” you scream as he starts bouncing his leg repeatedly, dragging you over him again and again. “Gonna come, ‘Tsumu!”

He grabs your jaw with one hand and kisses you, deeply, roughly, passionately. It wipes you out completely, making you forget how to breathe for a moment after he pulls away. “Come for me, sunshine,” he tells you. “Let me make ya feel good.”

You hold onto him for dear life as his thigh bounces up to meet your clit again and your high hits you. You’re shaking in his arms as he coos into your ear about how good you’re being, how much he loves the way he makes you feel. You grab onto his shirt, your legs wrapped so tightly around him.

You whine against his shoulder as you come down from your high. “‘Tsumu…”

“I got ya, sweetheart,” he tells you, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “Made ya feel good, didn’t I?”

“Always make me feel good.”

“Always?”

You hum in contentment, slowly letting go of him to look at his face. He’s red as can be, sweating a little as he smiles at you. You smile back. “Always.”

He places a hand on your cheek and kisses you again. “Y/N,” he says as he pulls back. His nose brushes against yours. “Don’t think I can stand ya gettin’ numbers from other guys anymore.”

You furrow your brows, lips still curled into a smile. “What are you getting at?”

Atsumu pulls your hand into his and kisses your knuckles, his eyes still on you. “Kinda want you all to myself,” he tells you. “Might actually need it.”

“Oh.” Your eyes are wide. “‘Tsumu—”

“Ya don’t need to say anythin’ now,” he tells you. “I know yer always a little out of it after ya come.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips. You run a hand through his hair and find that it’s surprisingly soft. “Are you sure?”

He nods, placing a kiss on your cheek. “‘Course,” he tells you. “Take yer time. Just want ya to know that I’m right here waiting.”

You close your eyes and let yourself rest against him, sighing as you feel his arms hold you tight. Then, you murmur, “I think I messed with your jeans a little too much.”

“Worth it.”

“‘Tsumu!”

“Just sayin’!”

notes. jealous atsumu >>>> AND YES IWAOI IS CANON IN THIS SERIES NO ONE CAN STOP ME THIS IS THE ONE HILL I WILL DIE ON also team rin i hope you’re still alive, the plot has not been kind to you guys 🥲

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weareapackofstrays · 1 month

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Come Light Me Up // Ji Changmin

Genre: Non-Idol college au, classmates to lovers?

Pairing: Changmin (Q) x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Masturbation. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: 3,305

A/n: Loosely inspired by a dream I had last night. Wrote this one quickly so there will probably be some mistakes. Graphics by @saradika-graphics!

It was the start of a new semester. While the first day of classes made some students nervous, you looked forward to it. Everything smelled like fresh books, paper, and ink. There were only two more semesters left until graduation and you couldn’t contain your excitement. A few of your classes this semester were completely online, which was convenient for you since you had to take on a few extra shifts to pay for this year's books and labs.

After clicking the zoom link to start your first class of the day, you scan over the 20 or so faces blinking back at you for anyone familiar. While you recognize a few students from previous classes, one unfamiliar face grabs your attention most. Your eyes fall on a man who you had not seen before. He is dressed in a simple black t-shirt and grey sweats. You notice he is sitting on his bed as if he just woke up and his ruffled dark hair definitely looks suspiciously like bedhead. He was too casual and it irked you. While you weren’t a perfectionist, you still felt like how you presented yourself on the first day of class set a precedent for the rest of the semester. You force your attention away from him to focus on your Professor’s greetings.

As class progressed you kept catching yourself staring at the student who you learned was named Changmin. He seemed so uninterested in class and it looked like something was distracting him off camera. It annoyed you and you weren’t sure why. Did you find him attractive? Of course. Changmin was very good looking, but he gave off douchey vibes so you did your best to pay him no mind. A task that would prove difficult.

The days pass by and you still find yourself totally bothered by this guy. Your eyes kept finding Changmin on the screen every time you attended class. And to make things worse, even though he never seemed like he was listening to the lecture, he still got every answer correct when the professor asked. It was starting to piss you off. I’m sure if anyone was watching you they could visibly see your annoyance and unbeknownst to you, someone was watching. Sometimes you would catch Changmin’s eyes staring right into the camera and you could swear they were looking back at you. But there was no way…right?

If there was anything he was paying attention to, it was you. Changmin noticed you on the first day of class too and every time you popped up on the screen he would look you over. He found it amusing the way you would be dressed up, make up done, even for a Zoom class. Like today for example, your hair was in a half updo, clipped back with a large pink bow. You were wearing what he assumed was either a blouse or dress with puffy white sleeves that only annoyingly teased your cleavage. He couldn’t tell if you had lipstick on, but your lips looked particularly glossy…and delicious. Changmin could tell you were the type to be a teacher’s pet and the idea of corrupting you started to quickly creep into his mind. He watched every facial expression of yours, noticing how excited you would get when you knew the answer to something and the way you’d grow agitated every time he beat you to the answer. Your perfect facade faltering before him. He especially loved the way your lips would pout when you were trying to concentrate. It drove him crazy. He could no longer hold back so he decided to take a chance.

During the third week of class, your Professor announced that there would be a test coming up this Friday. You tried to remain calm, but the thought of a test so soon gave you anxiety. A ding from your zoom chat pops up interrupting your thoughts. It’s a private message from a classmate. You squint at your screen to see who the message is from. Surely, you must be misreading. It was from Changmin?!

Changmin: hey, wanna study together?

You have not actually interacted with Changmin before, in fact, you're not even sure you have ever exchanged words. The extent of your interactions was usually him saying something that bothered you and you rolling your eyes at him several times throughout the class. You continue to stare at his message. Hesitating for a few more moments, you finally start to type. Changmin watches you intently, anticipating your reply.

Y/n: Why do you want to study with me?

Changmin smiles while reading your message.

Changmin: because we’re probably the only two in this class who actually give a shit

You snort, forgetting your audio is on and quickly rush to mute yourself. Changmin watches your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and laughs. Even though the conversation is private, you still look around at the other classmates nervously wondering if they know what’s going on.

Changmin: you’re cute

You bite your lip to hold back a smile not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Changmin watches you roll your eyes at him, as you usually do, and it ignites his hunger further.

Y/n: Fine. Changmin: i’ll zoom you tomorrow night? Y/n: Sure, 8pm tomorrow then. Just ping me. Changmin: 8 is kind of late, no?

You glare at him briefly before responding.

Y/n: I get off work at 7:00 so I will need some time to get back and change. Changmin: sounds good. I’ll call you at 8pm sharp. Can’t wait!

Ignoring his last message, you turn your attention back to the Professor. Changmin can’t erase the grin on his face for the rest of class.

The next day you rush home after work to hop in the shower. Butterflies start to dance in your belly, but you do your best to shoo them away. You consider dressing up like you usually do for class, but worry Changmin will think you’re trying too hard. Ugh, why do you care what Changmin thinks, Y/n? You settle on a t-shirt and shorts with some cozy socks. Looking at the clock on your laptop, you start to feel the nerves as the time approaches 8pm. You continue to look at the clock and your watch every few seconds until finally the Zoom call notification pops up on your desktop. Shooting up from your chair, you quickly take a look in the mirror one last time to check your appearance before answering.

“Changmin.” You say simply, lacking any emotion.

“Y/n,” he responds with a hint of amusement.

You grab your textbook and open it. “I figured we could start from the beginning to refresh our memory first before diving into the most recent lectures.”

Changmin smiles, placing a pair of black rimmed glasses on. He looks good and he knows it. “Whatever you say.” He reaches for his book as well and opens it to the first chapter. “I’m all yours.” You grimace and give him a pointed look. He laughs and you watch the way his Adam's apple bobs on his long neck. He crosses his arms in front of him and your attention shifts to the curve of his biceps. Changmin is wearing a white t-shirt and what look to be his usual grey sweats. He notices your attention and tilts his head curiously. “Are we going to get started?” Your eyes dart up to meet his realizing you’ve been caught looking at him. You clear your throat and thumb through a few pages.

Changmin actually turns out to be a decent study partner and you're shocked at how thorough his notes are. After about 20 minutes into your study session, Changmin decides he’s bored and wants to change the subject.

“Why do you get dressed up for every class?” You look up from your note taking and cock an eyebrow at him.

“I could ask you the same.”

“But I don't.”

“Exactly.” You throw him a sarcastic smile. He smirks in response.

“So…?” He’s waiting for your answer. You sigh and place your pen down.

“Because I can.”

He nods. “Fair enough.”

“Why do you care?” you ask, resuming your writing.

Changmin places his thumb and index finger on his chin to ponder. When he doesn't immediately reply you look back up at him. “I suppose I just find it interesting when the rest of the class are practically in pajamas or off camera. Are you trying to impress someone?”

“Maybe I just like looking my best.”

“But right now you look pretty casual.”

You look down at your attire and internally curse. Maybe you should have dressed up. As if reading your thoughts, Changmin quickly adds, “Not that you don’t look good. I like the way you look tonight too.”

You’re not sure how to reply to his flirtation attempt so you try to get back on task.

“I think the Professor is definitely going to have chapter 3 on the exam. He dedicated two of our lectures to it so I think we should review our mutual notes.”

Changmin pushes back on his chair, balancing on the back legs. He places his hands behind his head. “Mhmm,” he simply hums in agreement. You look up from your book and notice Changmin’s shirt has ridden up, exposing his midriff. His stomach is taut and toned. You try to continue your thought, but end up stuttering over your words. He reaches down and rubs his abs and that’s when you notice the veins leading down his stomach disappearing into his briefs. Changmin’s legs are slightly parted, giving you a full view of his lean body.

“Um,” You try to compose yourself, but struggle. “We..um..page 46…” Words fail as you start to imagine where those thick veins lead to.

“What was that, Y/n? Didn’t quite catch what you said.” You look at him and frown. He’s teasing you and you know it.

“What are you doing?” You ask, impatience in your tone.

“I see the way you watch me in class, Y/n.” Pleasure shoots down your spine and you shiver.

Attempting to feign ignorance, you turn away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do. I watch you too. Every time I see you roll your eyes at me I think about stuffing my cock down your throat to teach you a lesson.” You drop the pen in your hand.

“Wh-what did you just say?”

Changmin leans into the camera. His eyes shift down to stare at your mouth. “I think about the way those pretty lips would feel wrapped around my dick.” He closes his eyes briefly and moans as if imagining it right now. “Drives me wild. I look forward to seeing you every class. Thinking about ways I can piss you off.”

“Changmin…you shouldn’t say these things,” you squeak.

“I’ll stop if you really want me to.” He leans back in his chair again and crosses his arms. The veins on his toned forearms poke out and you gulp at the thought of them around you, his hands gripping your neck. You shake your head to rid yourself of these thoughts. Changmin smirks and meets your eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” He palms his groin and you realize he’s hard.

“Fuck,” you say to yourself. Changmin places a hand around the outline of his dick and starts to stroke himself. You bite your lip as you watch him, feeling yourself growing wetter with each stroke. His eyes are on you as he slowly rubs up and down. A low groan escapes his throat.

“No,” you finally say.

“No what?” His voice is hoarse.

“No, don’t stop.”

Changmin pushes his sweats down slightly to give you a better view of his hard dick and for better access.

“Like what you see?” You nod enthusiastically and he chuckles.

“Does baby wanna see my cock?” You nod again.

“Use your words, Y/n,” he says sternly.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“I can’t hear you, baby.”

“Yes, I wanna see it.” Your voice is more confident.

“And what will you give me in return?”

Meeting his eyes, you ask, “What do you want, Changmin?”

“Take your shirt off.”

Completely committed to whatever this game is, you agree to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you just in your pink lacy bra.

“Mmm so pretty. What type of pants are you wearing?”

You tilt the screen of your laptop to give him a view of your whole body. You’re in a pair of sleep shorts. Pushing your desk chair out of the way, you stand. Changmin looks you up and down, finally getting the chance to admire your full form.

“Take your pants off, sweetheart.”

You shake your head. “Your shirt first.”

Changmin considers refusing you, but he thinks your demanding tone is hot and does as you say. His body is chiseled. You’re surprised at how tiny his waist is and it makes your mouth water. Starry eyed and mouth agape, you stare unabashedly now as he resumes touching himself.

“Y/n, take your shorts off.” He is growing impatient with each touch of his hand. You stand and drop them to the floor, revealing a matching pink lace thong.

“You got all dressed up for me, baby?”

“No…”

“I bet you wanted to show it off. Hoped this would happen, huh? Fucking slut.”

You scoff. “You’re so full of yourself.” Despite your words, you can feel how aroused you are. Feeling bold, you sit on the edge of your bed and spread your legs, giving him a view of your clothed pussy.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He starts to stroke himself faster.

“Take your pants off, Changmin.”

“Ooh, say my name again, baby!” he moans.

“Please Changmin,” you whine as need starts to take over you.

He stands and slides his sweats off. The head of his cock is peeking out of his briefs and you lean towards the camera a little for a better view. You want to touch yourself, but still feeling shy, you resign to rubbing your thighs instead. He sits back down, keeping his legs spread for you.

“I want to see your boobs.”

You chuckle and unhook your bra without hesitation. You're horny and want this as much as him now. He watches it fall to the ground. You move closer to the camera so he can see your breasts better and now his mouth drops. You smile at the way his body reacts to you.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/n. I just want to wrap my lips around your tits. Swirl my tongue until your nipples are hard.” You suck in a breath trying to hold back a moan. “Are they hard right now?” He wonders aloud.

You gently rub over your nipple knowing full well they’re erect. “Yes,” you say.

“Fuck I bet they taste amazing.”

“I wanna taste you, Min.” His eyes widen, surprised by your candor.

“Yeah, baby? Want me to fill your mouth with my come?” You nod eagerly.

“Let me see you,” you demand.

He shakes his head. “Need you to earn it, baby girl. What do I get in return if I take my cock out for you?” You take a moment to think, then sit back on your bed. Leaning on your hands, you spread your legs wide again and dip your fingers into your panties. A breathy moan escapes you at the contact. Changmin groans in response. “Yeah, baby. Touch yourself, like that.” You toss your head back at the feeling of your fingers on your sensitive clit. “Don’t take your eyes off of me, Y/n.” You face him again and continue to rub while he stares.

“Well?” You moan out. He nods understanding your question. Changmin lifts his waist and pushes his briefs off. His cock springs back, slapping against his abs while precum dripples down the sides. He looks so hard and you can tell he needs relief. You lick your lips at the sight of his long cock. “Touch yourself too, Changmin. Get off with me.”

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He spits in his hand and starts to fist his cock, squeezing his red tip with each pump. You pick up your pace, the sounds of your arousal and his slick fist echo around you. Your breathing starts to quicken and you can’t stop the moans that leave your lips. “Stick your fingers inside and pretend it’s me.” You do as you're told and try to reach your sensitive spot.

“Mmm not enough. I need you, baby,” you whine.

“I know, I wish I was there with you. Next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time I’ll come over and fuck you for real.”

“Come over now then.”

“But you look so pretty touching yourself for me.” He tries to match your pace as you push in and out of yourself spreading your wetness back over your clit.

“Feels so good, Min. Wish you could have a taste.”

“Oh, fuuckkk. Baby, have a taste for me.” You pause momentarily, never having tasted yourself before, but you want to please him. Removing your fingers, you insert them into your mouth and sigh at the taste on your tongue. Changmin curses and starts to pump faster.

“Such a, fuck…such a good girl.” He can’t hide his moans anymore and you're surprised at how high pitched they are. It turns you on further so you return your fingers to your clit to rub harder. “I’m close, Y/n. So fucking close, but I wanna come with you.”

“Wait.” Impatiently, you take your panties off giving him a full view of your pussy. Changbin bites his lip as he looks over your body, watching the way your face contorts as you pleasure yourself. His orgasm is fast approaching.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. I’m going to destroy you.” His words help bring you closer to your release, pleasure building with each bump to your clit. Your ministrations increase and you can feel the band about to snap.

“Min, I’m, I’m-” tears start to spring at the corners of your eyes. You’re so close. “Ah, ah, ah, ah.” Your cries increase.

“Yea, baby, fuck! I’m gonna come too.”

“I’m…Changmin, I’m…coming!” You gasp. Changmin shouts your name as he comes with you, spilling white hot liquid over his hand. He continues to pump himself through his orgasm and you do the same. Moaning and rubbing until your thighs start to shake. He looks into your eyes as the two of you try to recover your breathing. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

“Y/n, you’re so beautiful,” Changmin says suddenly. The compliment makes your heart flutter. He looks down at his covered hand, amazed at how hard he came.

“If I was there I’d lick you clean,” you say.

“I bet you would. Guess you’ll just have to show me next time.”

“Next time.” You agree.

Changmin walks off screen to wash his hand so you put your shirt and shorts back on. When he comes back, you sit back in your chair at your desk. Changmin notices how flushed your cheeks are. His attention makes you feel hot all over. You both sit in silence. He struggles to think of what to say next and you giggle at how nervous he suddenly seems.

“Not getting shy on me now are you, Min?” He rolls his eyes at your teasing and you both laugh.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Not sure if this study session was too helpful…”

Shaking your head, you chuckle before giving him a wave. “See you.”

“Good night, Y/n.” Changmin returns your wave.

“Good night.” You both smile at each other before closing out the zoom.

End.

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neuroprincess · 11 months

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Abbott Elementary - Having a second baby with Melissa Schemmenti (Headcanon)

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Classification: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: High-risk pregnancy, slight smut reference

Word count: +4100

Part One | Part Two (soon)

- The idea of a second baby wasn't in your original plans and both of you are so caught up in being first time mothers that at no point does it cross your mind, but surprisingly it does Melissa's mind. During Luca's one-year anniversary party she comments on how only one of them doesn't seem enough, a thought that returns in the quiet of the night a couple of weeks later after she watches you breastfeed your son while she reads him bedtime stories. The feeling of domesticity and joy doesn't leave her mind, so the redhead knows she definitely wants to have a second Schemmenti baby;

- She is a little nervous to bring up this topic, after all, you did it the first time and there is a background of fear that she is burdening you with the desire for another baby so early, LuLu is still between comings and goings in weaning, now he can run, speak small sentences and has the whole process of defraying the child, in addition to the routine of working mothers, the ups and downs that can yield a great night's sleep or a next day with an extra dose of caffeine. However the idea of your children being close in age and being best friends speaks louder, scenarios are formed of you walking with them, how Luca would be with his younger sibling, etc;

- This is what the teacher keeps in mind as a source of courage to bring up the topic while you are doing the nightly routine, she has all the pros and cons on the tip of the tongue, presenting everything eagerly, if she had given you time to speak she would have heard a simple "Yes, I do!", which happens after half an hour of speech;

- LuLu is about to complete his third semester of life when you finally make a first attempt after going through the whole process of hormones, consultations and procedures again. There aren't many expectations considering that the happy news of the coming of the firstborn came only on the third attempt and you thought you would have to go through the whole emotional roller coaster of negatives because unlike the previous pregnancy there was no nausea, swelling, mood swings and period came down before the 14 days to take the test. But one day before the boy's first daycare presentation you felt sick while Mel was helping him practice the dance, holding on to a thread of hope you do a pharmacy test, not believing the results, another four are done, and finally a call to the obstetrician because you don't understand the lack of symptoms, finding out it's normal to still have periods in the beginning. You let a tear of joy fall, the Schemmenti family is growing;

- The next day you suffer trying to hide the excitement and after leaving work early do a blood test, just confirming the pregnancy. It's too much to keep to yourself, you can't wait to tell your wife and almost cry while watching your son dancing in a lion costume, reminding you how small and cute he still is, realizing that soon there will be another one, if fate decides another mini Melissa. And he seems to feel, as some theories on the internet say, suddenly running up to you after the presentation, not wanting to leave you until arriving home and when the redhead realizes she starts joking about it (because she is the favorite so far), at the same moment you throw into the air any plans to make an elaborate surprise, mentioning that babies feel when their moms are pregnant again. She can barely contain emotion as she hugs you, thanking you for the family you are giving her, and Luca, even not knowing exactly what it means, is the "big bwudda";

- Then you have to explain to him in a ludic way about how the family would grow and soon there would be a baby, which you represent with a teddy bear, the boy doesn't understand the concepts very well, but seems like a good thing so he smiles joining in the cheer, which you understand as a good sign while hugging him lovingly;

- It was just finding out about the pregnancy that the baby started to show it was there, in the first trimester morning sickness hits you one to three times during the day, more than in the other pregnancy, in compensation there are fewer trips to the bathroom, nausea is selective to very sweet or strong smells, contradicting all the maternity books you feel more energetic and to everyone's delight you don't reject any food, in fact your appetite increases, your wife constantly feeds you, happy to say you eat for two;

- Barb is the first to know, even before the Schemmenti family, and it's LuLu who unwittingly tells her about the pregnancy. It's one of the Friday dinners you have with the Howard couple, the boy is on her lap eating some tortellis when Gerald talks about his older brother, the wife getting excited about some story about the same and of course your son was jealous of that, trying to get her attention back to himself, so he lets out the news excitedly "I'm a big bwudda!". The table goes silent and the best friends stare at each other, Gerald stares at you, then everyone stares at Luca and you sigh, trying to explain that the plan was to tell them in a different way, standing up to show the little 10 week bulge. The couple rushes to congratulate you, hugging your family ecstatic and happy to be a part of this new phase, just as Melissa was with them when they had Taylor and Gina;

- The next to know were your family members, you waited until the first trimester to tell them considering it was safer due to the possibility of miscarriage in this period. First is your family and then the Schemmenti, they can't believe that their daughter is giving them two grandchildren in a row when they had already given up on having just one come from her, so no surprise that her mother cries with happiness when she receives a cardigan and crocheted little shoes, while her father receives a mini Philadelphia Phillies uniform printed with the number 9, along with a note saying that now he has a baseball team (his favorite sport) of grandchildren. There are lots of hugs, kisses, expert parenting advice and a new trip through the photo album, now focusing on your wife with the siblings, especially with Kristin Marie because they are for sure the most chaotic duo and have the best photos, LuLu loves to see everything pointing out who is who repeating with Nonna;

- Kristin only gets a t-shirt written "Worst Auntie" thrown at her, it's kind of fun to watch the two insult each other and the blonde dropping the worst stuff about Melissa while telling you to pray that the child, who she already calls Gizmo #2, isn't born identical. Like the fact that her sister threw a chair at her before they turned 10. And the fact that she lives covered in bites in the shared nursery. This is confirmed by their mom. A week later she is proudly wearing the t-shirt while Luca wears a small one with "Worst Nephew" written on it, which she herself ordered to match. Melissa's nightmare becomes more and more reality, the two are joined at the hip, after all, they are two Gremlins;

- The team is not so surprised by the news, living with you every day they notice little signs that remind them of the first pregnancy, the limitations, the nausea, the glow and all the extra care that Melissa has around. On your day off you show up at school, your son in one arm and a box of decorated cupcakes in the other, you are wearing a light and loose dress, like the other clothes for keeping the pregnancy hidden. She approaches and scolds you for carrying so much weight, which is contraindicated by the doctor, how it can harm you and the baby as well, Barb joins in and the two of them make you sit in the common room waiting for the rest of the staff. They soon show up, without any surprise going to attack the box, except for Gregory, and open big smiles when seeing the theme of the decoration. Janine is the first to run to hug you, followed by Jacob and then the rest of them in a big group hug, all joking as they already knew;

- As soon as she found out that you are pregnant, the redhead bet the baby's gender, being absolutely sure that you are having a little daughter, she always uses the fact that the Schemmenti have a good intuition and are good at betting in her favor. LuLu seems to agree. This time you also enter the bet, believing faithfully that you will have another boy, just like Mr. Johnson, Gregory and Barb. Alongside Melissa are Janine and Jacob, Ava is the one who mediates the bet. And she is the one who is responsible for the revelation for the matter of impartiality, at 16 weeks the gender can finally be seen in an ultrasound, the result is passed to her. It's a weekend event, all of them and family members are gathered in the home garden, each one is dressed in the color of their bet, you look anxiously at the big balloon (which may be filled with light green = boy or lilac = girl) that Ava is carrying and you choke with surprise when your son approaches with the little plastic fork, poking the latex with curiosity. Dust falling on both of them, leaving him covered in lilac. Mel got it right... again;

- She is called "Tesoro", "Piccola", "Dolce" and "Cara Mia", all nicknames in Italian referring to how small and calm the baby is, almost no trouble at all, delicate face and fingers whenever appearing on the ultrasound, the little girl doesn't step on your internal organs that often and seems to sleep most of the time. She is also her "Sweetheart", this seems to be the favorite because even though your daughter is calm she has temperamental days and your back suffers the consequences for the change of mood, being called by her Mama like this seems to be the only thing that makes her stop moving;

- Music is another thing that calms her down, while Luca liked to listen to children's books and long talks, she likes music, any kind of music that Mel, and only Mel, sings makes her a good girl for the rest of the day;

- The second trimester starts out peaceful, she doesn't show up as much as her brother did and you still don't have to change clothes sizes, even though you eat twice what you did before, with a great appetite that extends to the beginning of strange cravings, a preference for sour and crunchy things, sometimes mixing both, luckily this seems to make the nausea cease. There is still some dizziness, headaches and although not gaining as much weight you feel the legs are swollen. Emotions stabilize after weeks of mood swings, libido increases, you become more physically affectionate. The breasts increase significantly and this is Melissa's doom, you catch her staring at them brazenly many times, after the initial shyness she asks to touch them too, barely being able to hide how this excites and delights her;

- She knows very well how stretch marks from giving birth can still bother you, so imagine how much you suffer in anticipation with the body changes happening, before it starts to bother you more or make you feel insecure the redhead shows up at home with a dozen specific body creams for stretch marks and massage. You try to argue that these marks only appear in the third trimester, without success, she argues how prevention and moisturizing the skin are great allies for when this moment arrives, but you both know it's just an excuse for her to give you long and tender massages;

- Of course you have experienced the effect of pregnancy on your sexual life before, when you were expecting Luca you barely had sex for months and when it happened was just intense. But this time your libido is at an all time high, every massage or simple touch can make you extremely excited. Melissa is more than happy to satisfy your desires, even if it means morning sex for a whole week or you waking her up in the middle of the night to tell that you are too horny and want her to work it out;

- This is what goes through her mind when you wake her up in the middle of the night, instinctively turning to kiss you and green eyes twitching in confusion at the sight of the scared expression on your face, pointing to the sheets where a bloodstain is forming between the legs. She gets up waking up immediately, looking for warm clothes and towels to take you to the hospital, Barb and Gerald arrive in less than 15 minutes to stay with Luca, the great friend praying for you the second you walk out the door, your wife having to practically carry you as the abdominal and lower back pain is too much to handle. Neither of you cry on the quick car ride, but Melissa tries to reassure you that everything will be okay, that the daughter is strong, words she herself tries to believe struggling not to let fear and panic take over her as well. She wants to be strong for you. When the nurses rush you to the emergency room, she lets her tears come out;

- After a series of exams, which the teacher accompanies without letting your hand go, the doctor reassures you that it is not a miscarriage, as everyone feared when they saw your situation, but that you have a high risk pregnancy due to preeclampsia that developed from the fourth month on, which you didn't even realize, thinking that the occasional dizziness, headaches and swelling were part of the package. This condition provide high risks for placental abruption, the cause of the pain and bleeding. She ends by saying how lucky you are that it was a minor episode, otherwise there would have been a high possibility of losing your baby girl, which she calls a miracle;

- From this moment the pregnancy is treated as high risk, besides the complications of the condition there is the constant danger of a very premature birth that would put both of your lives at risk, medications are administered to prevent contractions and the worst from happening. A birth plan is drawn up in which the priority is that you carry the baby the longest time your body allows. Just the idea and all the complex medical terms scare you to death, Melissa is freaking out inside and as much as she tries to hide you feel it in every touch or word, she is 10x more delicate and protective than she ever was before;

- Your diet is completely adapted with low salt and foods that do not contribute to the increase in blood pressure, you have to measure pressure every day to check if it is under control, after all, the only cure is childbirth. She is super supportive and shares the same meals, no matter how much both hate it because you are used to heavy and full of spices dishes. LuLu is the only one who continues to eat normally, with a lot of tantrums he refuses to eat the same thing, but deep down you know that your wife helps him to finish the dish, the intention is what counts;

- And the main recommendation is absolute rest, it drives you completely crazy, not for having to stay in bed most of the time or sitting outside, but for Mel watching you like a hawk 24/7. She accompanies you to all the appointments, monitors the medication, gives you massages every night, makes sure you don't make any unnecessary effort, that you get all the love and care. Melissa becomes more protective than ever and does everything to make sure you are well, the first thing is to convince you concentrate exclusively on taking care of yourself and focus on the pregnancy, which makes you a full-time housemom/housewife, without the housework part. Do you want to mop the floor? She can do it while you sit in the armchair. Luca is running around the house having a tantrum? Don't stress, she can handle it. If you asked the moon, be sure that she would give it to you, symbolically or otherwise. She is a naturally overprotective person with those she loves, but when you got pregnant with LuLu you saw the worst side of this trait, which only got worse with the second pregnancy. The redhead is clearly stressed, not surprisingly as a working mom and wife, added to the fact that she won't let you do anything to help;

- This situation only improves when you reach seven months, which was almost impossible according to the doctors' expectations, you have a history that only contributes to negative predictions, the previous birth having been premature too, even if only by two weeks, preeclampsia and placental abruption are the triad of your risky pregnancy. Melissa lies down next to you after her biweekly appointment, head resting gently against your 28-week belly, she mentally notes that she still has to do a nightly massage, but the tiredness is just too much. Sleep almost takes over until she jumps up when feels something, the always calm and quiet little girl kicks for the first time, right in her face. It's not very strong, just enough for both of you to feel and see the small foot move against skin, it's frighteningly enchanting for both of you, she is so involved that even forgets to record it immediately, finally managing to record a few seconds of movement. Of course the baby had moved several times before, but never kicked like this, it's as if she wants to reassure her moms that everything will be okay. This is the first time in months that you sleep peacefully and well;

- Luca didn't understand what being pregnant and being a big brother meant until the beginning of the last trimester, right after his two year old birthday. At the party Sofia's mother, the girl who is his best friend and also second cousin, shows up at the party with a baby in arms, he had seen her pregnant with a huge belly and suddenly the dots connected in his little childish mind. You are going to have one of those smaller creatures and he cried a lot during the event in realization feeling deceived, he really believed that you were going to give him a teddy bear, explaining why he constantly asked about when the baby was going to come home. What you do the next day, a small bribe to explain to him again about the baby sister's arrival, LuLu is a little upset about having to share moms with someone else, but soon cheers up when you talk about him having someone to play and make a mess with every day;

- The little girl will have her own room, initially you thought of making the siblings share the nursery, but you gave up after Kristin Marie's revelations and the possibilities of them disturbing each other's sleeping routine, it also seems easier to take care of them separately. The extra room, for a long time used as storage for the hundreds of toys and educational supplies, is soon renovated, her cousins assume the function, giving you a lilac room, the furniture is in gray and Ipe wood, a large closet full of clothes you bought and won. Just like the firstborn's, there is no specific theme chosen. Days later you realize that some stuffed animals have disappeared from his room, the search for the lost toys leads you to the newly assembled nursery where most of them are, lying around, sloppily decorating the lower shelves, and the one you gave him for birthday is in the crib. "My sissy gonna like Romy!" Luca says excitedly pointing to the bunny, which has been named Romy. You and Melissa face each other, a big tender smile, deeply touched by the cuteness and lovability of your son, delighted at how he is going to be a good big brother;

- You read dozens of name idea books, in the end being between Carina and Olivia, the first considered for the meaning "Pure, Beloved" and Olivia for being a name Mel has always liked, plus it means "Peace". As a good big brother, LuLu wants to be part of the choice of his sister's name, upon hearing the options he immediately falls in love with Olivia. Little hands touch your belly lovingly as he talks to her, calling her Liv all the time, because he can't speak the whole name, and asks if sissy Liv, as he now calls her, can hear him, she kicks against the little hand as an answer. He stands delightedly celebrating and when you look to the side you find your wife in tears watching their interaction;

- Olivia's entire pregnancy was a big roller coaster, no matter how much you planned the process in anticipation everything seems to have gotten out of hand in many ways, she was an initially asymptomatic baby, had a disastrous baby shower, then the development of preeclampsia and the placental abruption that scared you to death, from that point on there was so much worry that you almost forgot to enjoy the pregnancy. Of course she would make her arrival another scary roller coaster ride. The day after you are completed 33 weeks of pregnancy and the day before the appointment with the obstetrician you feel a pain so intense that you can hardly get out of bed, the redhead immediately comes to rescue. Everything is very fast, she runs around the house gathering items and Luca on the way to take you to the hospital, first leaving the child with the grandparents, before you notice you are already in the hospital bed with the doctor saying that labor is too advanced to be delayed. Liv decided this is a good day to come into the world;

- Melissa holds your hand the whole time and says a hundred encouraging words, trying to reassure you that everything will be okay, it's almost 8 intense hours of powerful contractions and lots of swearing until dilation allows you to have the baby. You've had a baby before, taken classes, already knew what to expect and you're still scared at the moment of pushing, a hundred possibilities running through mind while the nurse tells you to push again. Your wife looks you in the eye, a proud smile on the face and whispers "You can do it Amore mio, she's almost here, just one more...", this gives you the strength to keep facing the fear and pain. Minutes later she kisses your forehead telling you how proud she is when you both see the little human in the doctor's hands, but the happiness is immediately replaced by extreme worry, there is no crying, no movement and the staff moves to do the Apgar score on the newborn, you are freaking out inside waiting for someone to tell what is going on. Soon the nurse appears with the little bundle of joy wrapped in a blanket and a smile on her lips, you and Melissa look at each other relieved;

- There is a reason why the birth was so exhausting for you and worrying for the doctor, why she didn't even cry, Liv literally was born sleeping, making absolutely no effort to help you through the process. Which is a reason to laugh after all the tension. The little girl is so small, calm and fragile that you are too afraid to touch her. Olivia Ann Schemmenti came into the world at 6pm, just one month after her brother's birthday, 4 pounds and 17 inches consistent with prematurity, a copy of you with Melissa's eyes, the opposite of LuLu in personality, perfect in every way, your little miracle.

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Wishful Thinking Chpt. 6

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, explicit language, Possessive!Andy Barber, CHEATING, Assault

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

Someone knocks on the door in a rush.

You weren’t thinking. You are so certain it must be Andy, hurrying back to change his clothes. You weren’t considering any other possibility, such as the neighbor comes knocking because there’s a leak in the pipes. You are so sure it’s Andy.

Only that Andy doesn’t need to knock.

He could have opened the door with his keys.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you’d-” Your sentence is cut off, as you open the door and your eyes land on a woman.

A skinny brunette about your height. Her hair is a bit tousled, her dark brown cardigan slightly out of place, as you believe it’s not that chilling in the middle of the day. Nevertheless, you cautiously ask the woman in front of you: “Hi, how may I help you?”

The brunette looks inside the house over your shoulder. She blinks a few times more than necessary, as if she was startled by your question, “I uh- is Andy here?”

Your thighs and calves suddenly get chilly as you realize you are still dressed in Andy’s clothes, which barely covers your thigh. You chew on your lower lips before answering, “No. I’m afraid not. He has gone to work. Do you want to leave a message?”

“What?” The brunette grips the hem of her cardigan, looking like the cardigan is biting her somehow. “What was that?”

You naturally think you replied in a small voice. You clear your throat, repeating your answer, “He’s at work. I’m sorry, who are you?”

The floating sight drifts around the interior of the house, before returning to you, “I’m Laurie. Laurie Barber.”

“Oh.” Barber. She looks too young to be his mother. So… “You’re his … sister? Cousin?” You open the door some more, “sorry, uh, do you want to come in?”

“And you’re …?” Laurie tilts her head, looking confused.

You wrap his shirt around you in slight embarrassment. You are not ready to meet his family right now. You weren’t even dreaming about this part (or thinking about it, to be honest), as you just started to build a relationship with Andy.

Deep down, however, you want to share this news with someone. Anyone.

A bashful grin sneaks on your lips, you lower your head, still embarrassed, but with a hint of happiness laced your voice, “I’m … umm his girlfriend.” You never met your boyfriends’ – whether the relationship serious or not- family before. And it’s not like Andy is open about his family or his past. Speaking of, he hasn’t even mentioned his childhood to you. Or the family members in his family. Hence, you have no idea who this Laurie is, or whether she is friendly to Andy.

You are a bit nervous so you hastily apologize for the both of you: “I’m sorry. Andy is not particularly sharing about himself. And it’s only been a few weeks since we were … a thing. I’m so sorry you saw me like this. Actually, we are not really clear about the relationship, we’re more just … rolling with it? See how it goes? It’s fairly new to both of us.” Gosh you are so nervous, you are giving yourself goosebumps.

“Girlfriend.” Laurie murmurs.

“Yeah, it’s-it’s new. And I don’t want to jinx it right now.” You let out a long exhale.

“A few weeks. You say.” Laurie repeats your words, more like a statement than a question. The fact that she hasn’t told you who she is to Andy makes you nod hesitantly.

She cannot be his mother, right?

If so, she looks way too young than her actual age.

“Yeah.” You add, “We’re not living together.” You are extra conscious of his shirt on you and how this all seems, when Laurie stares at your neckline.

You are so glad Andy didn’t pull any funny business and leave marks on your body last night, and also this morning. He’s a man of his words. Or you would be digging a hole all the way to the core of the Earth and burying yourself in it right now.

“Together?” Laurie’s eyes look right into yours. The way she doesn’t blink and her eyes almost pop makes you slightly uncomfortable. For a second, you mistake her as a viper, slither its body, crouching low, waiting for the kill shot, eyes on the victim - you.

“Together? I guess. But we’re not-” there yet. You try to explain, but a loud smack on your face blocks whatever comes out of your mouth.

Your ears ringing, vision pitch black, a faint taste of metal lingers on your tongue. It prickles when you swallow on instinct.

What just happened?

Your palms cover your cheek, where it burns and stings.

“Stay away from my husband, you home-wrecking bitch.” Laurie steps close, her icy eyes full of taunt and contempt. The feeling of being watched by a dangerous predator sneaks up your back, you shiver uncontrollably, barely able to breathe. She pulls your hair back, making sure that you are listening closely to every word of her threat, “Or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

With that, she lets go of your hair, when your body drops to the ground with a dull “thunk”, as your legs turn weak. She slams the door, the loud noise echoes in the apartment.You can hear your mind going blank with a deafening buzz. Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest. And your face. Oh God your face.

You get up from the ground, moving yourself to the bathroom, checking yourself in the mirror. Your left cheek is a bit numb. But luckily there’s no trace of you being smacked just now. A faint smear of red on your cheek. Though it doesn’t look like leaving bruises any time soon.

She’s lying.

Laurie is a fucking liar.

You change your clothes into the T-shirt and jeans you wore last night. Packing his suit in your backpack.

Andy wouldn’t lie to you.

Andy has been so soft and sweet.

Sure, he has treated you roughly during sex one night. But what could one night represent? That he’s a psychopathic freak?

You turn the engine on and drive down the road towards the university.

Andy is your boyfriend. And Laurie is this crazy stranger coming out of nowhere slapping on your face. It’s obvious who you should trust.

Of course, you should trust Andy.

Andy who has been considerate for your relationship, telling you to take your time to decide.

Andy who has never told you about his family, who has never shared about his past, and hasn’t had a successful relationship in his thirties?

Laurie’s unexpected visit planted a seed of doubt deep in your heart, and now the vines grow. They connect the dots that you have been ignoring or pretend there’s nothing to it. They crawl over your heart, thorns poking, making you bleed.

The incessant calls and texts he claimed are sales calls and texts.

The lacking of his wardrobe. You thought the clothes there were a bit too simple, with few clothes.

The absence of mind lately. He’s not paying attention. Maybe getting too rough too. Does that mean he’s a wife beater, seeing that Laurie is far from a peace lover?

Suppose Laurie is violent, and that’s a big “IF”, there’s no reason for him to lie.

He could’ve just told you that he had a terrible relationship in the past.

You try your best to calm down.

One more chance. You tell yourself. One more chance you’ll give him. You’ll forgive him if he would tell you the truth.

The truth.

What is the truth? Do you still dare to believe anything that comes out of his mouth?

Or he’s telling the truth? Laurie was delusional?

You park the car by the side of the road,

Andy’s office is located at Sackson House. A building you’ve only been to a handful of times in the previous three years because your classes were mostly in the Houlton Building. And the times you were there were only meant for scheduled office hours and the lecture Creative Writing. Not to mention you only have been to his office once.

The time he accused you of cheating in your homework.

Jokes on him because he’s the one cheating this time.

You grab your backpack.

About seven minutes or so from the start of the term reception, you stand in the elevator, patiently waiting for it to take you up to Andy’s floor.

This is the moment you’ve been both fearing and expecting. Ironically, like the first time you came to his office.

The crazy thing is, as you approach his office. You are suddenly less worried. Less concerned. As if you know how this would turn out – a break up.

What’s the worst that could happen?

You knock before entering, seeing Andy in his coffee-stained suit, flipping a fountain pen in his hand, clearly has nothing better to do than waiting for you.

You manage a smile, closing the door behind you.

“Hey sweetheart. How’s the ride here?” He stands up from behind the desk, approaching you, landing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Nothing much.” You pull his suit out of your backpack, handing him what he needs, “look Andy, I’ve been thinking.”

“Yeah?” Andy starts to shrug off his suit jacket, and unbutton his shirt.

You pull your backpack onto your shoulders, saying softly, “I don’t want there to be any secrets. Between us. If we’re doing this,” you suck in a breath, preparing yourself for whatever comes next, “this relationship, we need to be open and honest with each other.”

“Absolutely, sweets.” Andy nods in agreement, swiftly changing his shirt.

He’s distracted.

Which makes this the perfect chance.

Asking him.

The one and only chance you’ll give him.

And you pray for him to answer correctly – or is it honestly? Words that were supposed to mean the same but now their meanings vary miles away.

Honestly.

You’d want him to be honest.

Can you trust him though? With Laurie ruining everything? Ruining every idea you’ve had about the “perfect” boyfriend? About Andy?

“Anything you’d want to tell me? Anything you’d like to come clean about?” Calmly. Peacefully. Plain like asking him about the weather. “I don’t like to be kept in the dark, Andy.”

Andy is buttoning his cuff links. His movements slow down to a halt. His blue eyes focusing on you. Those warm blue eyes you thought so clear that you could see through his heart. They say the eyes are the windows of the soul. Yet you see nothing but a vast of blue, a pool of icy blue. The clear crystal color blocks all your prying sight out of his heart, his secrets. And maybe out of his wife too.

He smiles apologetically, “I do have a gift for you, sweetheart. But I hate to ruin the surprise.”

Right. His divorce papers, perhaps. Great gift. Brilliant gift.

Or better. His marriage papers. Even better. You think bitterly.

“Anything else you’d want to share with me?” You ask, the smile could barely manage itself on your face.

“Did I do something wrong?” His neck and shoulders seem tense all of a sudden, “did I forget to turn off the stove or something? You didn’t spy anywhere, did you, sweetheart?”

“I’m just being paranoid.” You smile, but the smile doesn’t reach your eyes. Gladly Andy isn’t standing too close to see that. “Nothing wrong. Relax, I didn’t spy. I’m just … insecure, I guess.” Yeah, because his past came knocking and you were the one to answer the door.

And there might be more secrets Andy is holding on to.

You shake your head lightly, making up your mind. This relationship has to end now. You weren’t the person to cheat in your homework, you refuse any actions that would tie you to academic malpractice. You certainly won’t tolerate Andy lying straight to your face.

At the bottom of your heart, you know. You know Laurie was telling the truth and Andy was lying.

Even if he wasn’t married, he should’ve sort this shit out with Laurie first.

No. You’re done with him.

But a proper goodbye first. You know for sure, you’ll miss him. Even if he’s an asshole.

You walk over to the table to hug him. One last time. One last hug.

He’s been kind to you. During this whole relationship.

He’s a nice boyfriend. Nicer than the ones you’ve been with before.

You crane your neck to look up at him, raising the corner of your lips, “thank you, for being honest with me.” For telling me who you really are. “I love you.” You love him. But that’s it.

Kissing his bearded chin, you let go of your arms, the whiff of his cologne on the tip of your nose. You know it’s the goodbye. Saying goodbye to the wild sex and the soft aftercare. Saying goodbye to the amazing dates you’ve been on. Saying goodbye to Andy.

“See ya, Andy.”

You putting up your hand to wave a little, stepping out of the office, closing the door behind you.

You didn’t bother to see his face. His expressions. You didn’t not try to read into it. A goodbye is a goodbye.

A goodbye to the best relationship you’ve had so far.

The door clicks shut. Cutting off your beloved Andy, and your broken relationship behind you.

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felixsmeshglove · 11 months

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Hii I'm a baby stay who biases Seungmin and I've been on a total kick of reading everything with him lol

So could I please request

Seungmin (maknae line)

Gn!reader

Prompt: academic rivals to lovers? Prefer straight fluff with just like friendly competition/teasing but hurt/comfort could work too!

I'm a uni student and the only thing that is saving me is imaging stray kids at university with me lol

Thank you so much lovely :)<3

ooo thank you so much for requesting! i have been a little nervous to write for non idol!au type SKZ so bear with me, seungmin honestly rots my brain out so much so i get your obsession!

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finals week - kim seungmin x reader

writers note ; for this fic seungmin and you are both in high school, you share a photography class and you both are just trying to get your portfolios done for finals week but seungmin just has to make it as much of pain as possible. not the most confident in this but feedback is welcomed

pairing ; college!kim seungmin x gn!reader

wc ; 0.9k

content warning ; seungmin’s an asshole™️ but in a cute way, angst if you squint, mostly just fluff, sorta enemies to lovers? more like playful rival to lovers

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your feelings for kim seungmin were… complicated. he truly frustrated you to no end, and what made it even worse was just how pretty he always looked. you always chose to put the thought out of your mind though. he was manageable enough last year when in normal classes but this year for some reason you’d chosen photography in an attempt to fill in some elective courses.

much to your chagrin, you were met with the same big goofy shit-eating grin and cocky gaze peering at you as you’d entered the room. you’d even requested to change classes but by the time you had, it was too late to switch.

you were stuck with kim seungmin.

he always seemed so critical of your work every time, peering over to your computer as he watched you work on your various assignments.

“why did you retouch that, it looked just fine.”

“i can still see the seam of where you removed that.”

“are you really going to crop it like that?”

never outright insults, but just blunt comments that always seemed to itch you just where he got on your nerves. no matter, though. all of the interactions you’d had with him before had prepared you for this.

throughout the semester though, he never seemed to die down in his efforts to tease and compare your works. that was another thing of his that he seemed to love doing- he loved to brag about how much better his photos were. how much better staged, better edited, better subject choices.

however, he finally wore down to your breaking point once finals week rolled around. your professor had requested a twenty photo portfolio. each student was required to have twentu unique photos, also unique from each other. this meant students could not both have photos from the same location. it was florals for this assignment, you thought you’d had it in the bag.

somehow though, seungmin always seemed to beat you to your various photo locations, forcing you to pick a new one. you’d attempted the floral nursery? he was there. the woods out back behind the school, even past where the trail ended? he was there too.

it was finally when you’d finally changed your photo locations for the seventh time.

it was almost comical as you arrived to the park, and there he stood in his big black puffer jacket and school-supplied professional camera.

“ahh y/n! i didn’t think you were going to try to get your photographs from here! i didn’t like the ones i got from before so i wanted to try again. only the best portfolio can get the best grade,” seungmin said with a cocky hand on his hip as he held the camera with his other hand.

what seungmin was expecting was just for you to scoff and roll your eyes, and attempt to go back to one of the previous locations. however, what he was not expecting was for you to start to tear up and start to ramble. he could barely even understand your rambling as you ran a hand through your hair in exasperation and started to shout at him.

what he didn’t know was just how stressed you were about finals. all of your finals, not just your photography finals had consumed your every hour. you had no time for friends, for any leisure time. you were stressed, exhausted and just wanted to finish your portfolio so you could take one more thing off your plate.

now it was your turn to be surprised, as seungmin cut you off mid-ramble. he hugged you close, firm and comforting arms wrapping around your back. as quickly as he hugged you though, he let you go.

seungmin’s expression was far from his usual cocky one, his plump lips formed into a slight frown as he gave you a look of worry.

“y/n i didn’t know how much it was actually bothering you, if you’d genuinely told me to stop i-… aish…” he tried to explain, but every explanation he tried just made him feel worse about it. the young puppy boy had not intended to actually make you truly upset let alone start to tear up, but it was no excuse for adding to your stress.

seungmin really did like you, that’s why he always seemed to pursue you. poking at your sides when he could, standing just behind your shoulder only to whisper in your ear or surprise you. he thought you were so cute and so expressive, but in hindsight seeing you so upset was never once his goal.

“do you want maybe help you? i know of a few more places no one else will try-“ seungmin offers. you sigh softly and look down, you can’t help but fall for his sweet change in demeanor. even if just a little.

“sure… that sounds nice…” you said softly. much to your surprise, he grabbed your hand gently. he led you along the park trail, taking lots of care to point out various areas you could take extra stunning photos, of course not without snapping a sneaky few of you.

after all, the photos to him were only stunning if they were of you. you didn’t need to know that yet though, but soon. he just had to change his approach to support you more and bring you up. after all, he never once wanted to see those tears in your eyes ever again.

maybe then, you could forgive him. maybe then he could ask you out.

little did he know, you forgave him the moment you saw his face drop when he saw you so upset.

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gibbysupremeacyisreal · 11 months

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Semester of love; Part 1. Wonwoo (Preview)

Word count(Of the preview): 670 words

Semester of love part 1; Wonwoo.

It was the beginning of your second year in Hanguk University and you had just moved in with your roomate, Sana.

This year was supposed to be different, because you and Sana made a promise. No boys.

As of last year, Sana almost dropped out because of how low her mental health was after he boyfriend of 2 years, was caught in the act with our old friend. On Sanas bed. Ew.

That was a very good reason to not date this year in your opinion, and Sana gladly agreed. So it was settled. No boyfriends.

You walked arm in arm with Sana to English, your first class of the day. You heard whispers about a new student on the way but chose to ignore if after Sana started stressing about being in the same class as her ex.

"Sana, I promise you'll be fine. If he has the balls to even look in our direction I will kick his ass." You said, glaring at anyone that looked at Sana.

After Sana and her ex broke up, The rumor spread like wildfire, and apparently people haven't forgotten about it.

"I know. It's just I feel gross even being around him. Men piss me off, you know!" Sana stated, avoiding eye contact with anyone and everyone. "Me to-" You started, before some asshole walked right into you, with coffee. Hot coffee.

"Holy shit! Dude!" You whined, taking your bag off your back so you could grab tissues to wipe off your books.

"I am so so sorry. I wasn't paying attention and I'm lost because it's my first day." He said scrambling to get napkins from his friend, who stood beside him trying to hold in his laughter.

You ignored them, choosing to focus your attention on Sana who stood in shock as she watched him, "Do you have a spare shirt, Sana?" You asked her with a small frown.

"Always. Hold on." She said, digging in her bag before pulling out a graphic T-shirt.

"Is this Britney spears?" You asked with a small smile, looking around for a bathroom to change in.

"Obviously. I love her!" She stated, her eyes going back to the clueless boy in front of the two of you, nudging you in the ribs to get you to pay attention to him.

The second your eyes met his he started apologizing profusely, offering to buy you a new shirt.

"No, its okay. Sorry I snapped at you." You said, taking the napkins he was holding to wipe up the floor.

"You said you were lost?" Sana asked, looking between the two boys.

"Yeah. We have Mr.Jang for english first period, but we don't know where it is.." Coffee boy stated, looking down at you worryingly.

You stood up, offering them a small smile, "I have to go change first but we have Mr.Jang too. You guys can walk with us if you want." You offered, making your way to the bathroom as the two boys and Sana followed you.

"You don't mind?" The other boy said, looking between you and Sana.

"Nope! It's not an issue at all!" Sana said happily, before frowning slightly.

"Out of order? It's the first day of school!" You said, groaning as you saw the yellow "Out Of Order" sign in front of you on the bathroom door.

Coffee boy looks over to the boys bathroom, "You could go in there.. I'll stand by the door so no one goes in."

"You sure?" You asked, slightly nervous.

"Just take the offer and go!!" Sana urged, pushing you towards the door.

Coffee boy's friend waved him off, before immediately engaging in conversation with Sana.

"I'm Wonwoo by the way. And that," He gestured to his friend, "Is Mingyu"

You smiled at the introduction, "I'm Y/N and that's Sana." You said mirroring his previous gesture.

He smiled and opened the bathroom door for you, standing by the door as you made your way into the stall.

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A Magical Classmate - Part 5

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 3200

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You have two magical evenings with Drake.

5. Classical Music and Dancing

The first lecture after Christmas, Drake strolled inside very much like the day he first joined your class. A bit late, looking elegant in suit and tie, and paying no attention to the teacher. This time, however, he paid all the more attention to his classmates. Nodding, smiling, giving little waves, and to your increased delight he took his seat next to you.

Sitting beside him, you were reminded of how much you had missed him. Every day of the holidays you had thought about him and even counted the days until uni would start again – highly unusual, for you.

“How was Christmas?” you whispered.

“Dull.”

“Were you in America with your family?”

“I was here in town, not doing much. I learned to bake gingersnaps… and practiced my Swedish. Oh, and I memorized the textbook for the new semester if there is anything you want explained.”

Your chest grew tight. Had he been alone all through Christmas and New Years? Poor him… You wished you had known, then you could have come to visit.

He poked you playfully. “Don’t look like that, it wasn’t too bad. I listened to a lot of music which was fun. I even bought CDs with that loud, noisy junk you guys listen to.”

You couldn’t talk more because of the ongoing lecture – people nearby were frowning at your whispering – but his grateful smile made you feel better. You were glad that Catrine suggested you buy him a present, and even more glad you had chosen something music related.

At lunch, Drake gathered everyone around him. “I have a belated Christmas gift for you.”

“You didn’t have to,” said Catrine.

“I wanted to.” He unfolded a glossy folder with the title ‘The Barber of Seville’. He explained it was an opera by Rossini, and that he had tickets for the entire class to the Sunday performance.

You were thrilled to get an evening in Drake’s company – even if it was together with everyone else. But when Sunday arrived, you became nervous. Opera seemed so fancy; what would you even wear? Should you bring a snack? Probably not popcorn and soda like when going to a movie…

After changing clothes several times and spreading the contents of your wardrobe all over the room, you at last picked your most proper outfit, and brought no snacks.

You arrived at the opera house half an hour early, and found Drake already waiting in the lobby. When you joined him, you decided to be bold. “I have never been to the opera before. Can I sit with you, so you can explain if I don’t understand?”

That was an excuse, of course; you just wanted to be near him.

“Sure.” He didn’t seem to suspect anything.

When everyone had come, you went to your seats together. They were at the third balcony, right in front of the stage. Ascending the stairs, you looked out through the panorama windows and admired the view of the Göta Älv river gleaming pink and orange in the evening sun. A sheen of frost was covering its calm surface.

You entered the narrow balcony and took your seat. When you peeked over the railing you saw how far below the floor was.

“Afraid of heights?” asked Drake amusedly.

You weren’t, but you didn’t mind if he thought so. “Very. You must comfort me!”

“I don’t believe you.” He grabbed your shoulders, jokingly pushing you forward.

You gave an undignified squeak as the sheer drop before you made your belly tingle. “Asshole,” you giggled, though you were secretly pleased with his teasing.

“That’s me,” he acceded unashamedly.

You took hold of his arm, leaning against him. “Now you made me even more afraid.”

“Liar.” But he didn’t push you away.

A sound began; the orchestra was tuning their instruments in the pit below the stage. The murmur of the audience silenced expectantly as everyone took their seats, and then the lights went out and the music began.

Drake whispered in your ear: “This piece is called the overture. It’s an intro to the opera.” His breath tickled your neck and you shivered.

His arm was warm under yours and his perfume drifted to you. Did he think you could focus on the music under such circumstances?

But to your surprise your attention was soon caught by the unfolding drama. They sang in Italian, but there was a thin monitor above the stage with the translation. The singing was beautiful, and you found that you cared about Rosina and Count Almaviva. You wanted them to have their happy ever after, despite how stupidly the count went about his wooing.

Drake kept whispering explanations to you, because the storyline was often confusing and not very realistic – though still entertaining – and in doing so he sat so close to you his leg was pressed against yours. You still held his arm and contemplated taking his hand instead, but you were too afraid. What if he pushed you away? Hand-holding was quite something else than just sitting close. He might not be as into you as you hoped… and you didn’t want to risk losing his friendship.

Instead you decided to be content with what you had and enjoy the pleasant evening.

The following weeks, the lectures and labs continued as usual, and as time passed you became more and more convinced you had to do something about your crush on Drake. You couldn’t keep pining like this; it had a bad effect on your studies. And your appetite, and sleep, and mostly everything else, too…

On top of it all, there was talk on your campus about the upcoming spring ball, a very grand prom hosted by the technology university. One of your classmates had a contact who was a student there and could get you tickets.

None of your friends were going; Catrine found it too expensive and Martin didn’t like parties with a dress code. Andreas was not in town that weekend, and Drake seemed unaware of the event.

But you were intrigued. A ball… it sounded luxurious and exotic, like being in a fairy-tale. But in order to go, you needed a date, and the only date you wanted was Drake.

If you asked him, he was sure to suspect why.

After pondering about it through many sleepless nights, you finally decided to ask him after all. A prom meant classical music and classical dancing – you could make it sound like you asked him because he might like it, not because you wanted to go on a date with him.

And if he turned you down, then at least you would know. Then you could forget him, and the way it felt now that would almost be a relief.

Despite your sound reasoning, bringing the subject up the next day made you a nervous, fluttering mess. You could only pray he wouldn’t notice how badly your fingers trembled.

“So, eh, did you hear? There’s this ball coming up at Chalmers, with fancy clothes and music, and waltzes and everything. Right up your alley. Wanna go?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. I bet you are good at dancing, and I need a…” You had meant to say ‘date’ but changed the word at the last moment. “Uh, a friend to go with.”

For some reason, being called “friend” always made him look pleased, but he still seemed ambivalent. It took a while until he replied, during which your heart pounded so hard you feared he could hear it, and the trembles in your fingers worsened.

“Sure, why not?”

Nearly staggering with relief, you fought the urge to make a victory dance. “Good. That’s settled then,” you said as calmly as you could.

The day arrived at last. When you went out to the waiting taxi, you for once felt beautiful and attractive. Your outfit was rented for the occasion and fitted you perfectly, like it was made for you.

Drake had asked you to order the taxi, since he – strangely – had no phone. But he said he would pay for it, which was a relief; after buying the ball ticket you were rather broke.

When the car drove up his street, you became nervous, but in a good way. Drake and you were going on a date! Or, not outright a date, but it still felt that way. You fidgeted with the fabric of your fine clothes as your heart beat faster and faster.

You saw him from far away where he stood waiting. He wore a black dress suit with tails again, with a green bowtie and matching pocket square, and he had combed his hair differently. It fell over his forehead in a side parting that suited him much better than his normal slicked back style.

As he entered the car, he looked around curiously as if he had never been in one before, and patted the leather upholstery appreciatively. “Nice.” Then he turned his eyes to you and stopped his motions. “You look great,” he said after a brief pause. It sounded like he had meant to say more.

You felt at a loss for words too. He was so handsome it almost hurt you physically just looking at him.

“You too,” you managed.

Then the taxi started and the intense moment was interrupted by Drake’s excited exclaim: “Wow, look how fast we’re going!”

The driver chuckled. “Fast? This?”

The car was in fact going very slowly, yet Drake seemed mesmerized by the ride, his face glued to the window like an eager retriever.

After a while, he seemed to remember something and managed to tear his gaze away. “This is for you.” He put a small box in your hand.

“For me?” Surprised, you opened the box. There was a bracelet inside, with alternating green and silver beads. “Oh my God…” you breathed, toughing it with awe. “It’s beautiful.”

He pulled up his sleeve, showing an identical one on his wrist. “I wanted us to match tonight. Here, I’ll help put it on.”

As his finger touched your arm, a shiver went through you. The bracelet felt cool against your skin.

“Thank you. I love it!” You probably ought to say that it was too much, and he shouldn’t have, but for once you held your tongue. He wanted you to have this and obviously could afford it. You didn’t want to make him feel bad.

When you arrived not long afterwards, you ascended the stairs to the banquet hall together. Observing the other finely dressed students, you saw Drake was easily the most handsome man there, looking so much like a prince you again wondered whether he was one for real. A prince in exile.

Walking on his side, you felt like royalty too.

On top of the stairs, a photographer offered to take a picture of you together. You were about to say yes but Drake swiftly said: “Nej tack,” in heavily accented Swedish.

As he pulled you away, you gave him a quizzical look.

“We will remember this night without a photograph, I am sure,” he said smoothly.

You nodded. There was no way you would ever forget such a magical evening, and then it had not even begun.

The banquet hall was amazing. Chandeliers spread a mild, warm light over the many tables, decorated with spring flowers and confetti. You found your seats next to each other, with your names written in gold letters on neat cards. Drake pulled out the chair for you before taking his own.

Drake and you were surrounded by technologists, who turned out to be both nice and funny. They didn’t mind speaking English for his sake.

Thanks to them, you were taught the customs of a formal dinner. There were many toasts – to the spring, to women, to men, and other toasts just because – and each time you were supposed to say “skål”, raise your glass, and meet the gaze of first your date, then the person on your other side, and lastly the one opposite to you.

You loved the toasting. Looking deeply into Drake’s large, pale blue eyes gave you flutters each time, and you thought he might be similarly affected. The way his pupils grew slightly wider made you think he actually felt something more than friendship too.

The evening progressed most pleasantly. You ate, one tasty course after the other, sipped sparkling wine and cider, listened to speeches and classical music, and of course talked to Drake a lot. He told you about formal dinners he had attended in his boarding school, and what his favorite foods were, and named all the classical pieces the orchestra played in the background.

He treated you most attentively, politely refilling your glass, and actually standing up when you had to go to the bathroom, and again when you returned so he could pull out your chair. You had never before felt so indulged and cared for.

When the dinner was over, the tables were moved aside to make space for dancing. Drake bowed to you. “May I have this dance?”

You readily accepted, your chest becoming full of butterflies, even more so as he took your hand and led you onto the dance floor. His hand was larger than yours, warm and calloused.

The first dance would be a waltz as was the spring ball custom. You stood facing him, placing one hand on his broad shoulder and the other in his hand. Again feeling his warmth, his scent, meeting his gaze as he held you.

When the music played up he took the lead and elegantly moved you along the circle of pairs, dancing like a professional. His steps were so graceful you at first felt clumsy, despite how much you had practiced at home, but when you began to relax in his arms you soon found his skill helped you. Following his lead, you waltzed in unity, feeling light-footed and uncommonly gracile.

Others were looking at Drake and you with admiration, and no wonder. He was outshining the entire dance floor and it spilled over to you.

“Where did you learn to dance like this?” you asked breathlessly, both from the exertion and his closeness.

“I learned it as a boy. My parents often hosted balls and other social events before the war and I was expected to dance with all the old hags. I didn’t mind the dancing as such, but the stink of Chanel and mothballs nearly became the death of me.” He made a mock suffering grimace.

You frowned in puzzlement. “What war?”

“Did I say war? No, I meant before the… eh, bad times. You know, when uh…”

Even more puzzled, you tried to figure out what bad times those might be. Something financial, maybe, if it had put an end to balls and social events? “The nineties’ recession?” you suggested.

“That’s the one, yeah.” He spun you around a few turns and you had to focus on your steps instead of talking.

But you couldn’t help wondering a little. It felt like he really had meant to say “war”, but if so, what country was he from then? Somewhere in the Middle East? Perhaps his family were oil billionaires from Kuwait or something. Though, with his hair- and eye color he didn’t look very Arab… unless he was adopted?

Either way, his casual comment had managed to increase your curiosity about him even further.

After the waltz finished, more followed. You danced until your feet hurt and you became hot and out of breath.

“Shall we catch some air?” Drake suggested, offering his arm.

You went down to the street outside, joining a small crowd of other tired guests, letting the fresh spring night air cool you off. When Drake removed his suit jacket and vest, you had a hard time taking your eyes off his shapely torso hinting through the shirt he wore underneath. You wished he would button it down, but this time he didn’t.

You drifted closer to him under the guise of moving away from a woman’s cigarette smoke.

“I have had a magical evening so far,” you told him.

“Magical?” He grinned. “Glad you think so. I’m enjoying it too; great food, great music, and it’s been nice to waltz again. Been a while since the last time. Thanks for asking me.”

His smile was irresistible and you returned it. “Thanks for accepting.”

You returned inside and were thrilled when Drake hung his jacket on a chair first. Now when you put your hand on his shoulder in the dance, you could feel the warmth of his skin under the thin fabric. It made your heart throb quickly.

Your dancing improved steadily; you learned from his confident lead. It felt like being in a dream. You were allowed to be in his arms for a whole night… to continuously keep eye-contact. To feel his muscles move under your hand resting on his shoulder, and feel his hand holding yours…

The final songs were slow and romantic. Drake drew you closer until you were practically dancing in a hug. As you leaned your head against his chest, the surreal feeling increased. This was too good to be true.

But soon it would end, and despite everything you still didn’t know how things were between Drake and you. Was this only friendship, or had it become more? He was your prom date and you had danced all evening, but he said himself he had even danced with old hags in his childhood so that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Maybe he just liked the dancing itself and didn’t care who he did it with?

You needed to see him again, just the two of you, but the next ball was a year away. What could you suggest instead?

The music stopped. Time to say something…

At the last moment you had an idea. “You know, now that we tried your kind of entertainment with that opera performance earlier and now a classical banquet and a ball, we ought to try my idea of a night out,” you said lightly, trying to act casual.

He looked amused. “What might that be? A student pub with bad music and getting wasted on cheap drinks?”

Your face grew hot as you were reminded of how you followed him home, drunk as a skunk. “No, but what do you say to fast food for starters, then watching a movie and eating lots of popcorn, and afterwards sharing a few drinks in the park?”

“Together with the rest of the class?”

You looked down, fidgeting with your sleeve. “Or just the two of us? Would be less, uh, crowded…”

He hesitated before replying, and when he did he sounded a bit guilty: “I’ve never seen a movie… it couldn’t hurt, I suppose.”

“What?” You forgot your embarrassment. “You never saw a movie? Not even renting a VHS and watching it at home?”

“My parents were very old-fashioned,” he said uncomfortably, and now it was his turn to avoid your gaze.

“That explains a lot,” you said, thinking about how he always struggled with technical appliances, and didn’t even have a phone or a TV at home.

Not until you were getting into the waiting taxi a while later, did your brain catch his choice of tense. My parents were very old-fashioned. Were. Had they died?

Maybe you could ask him on the next date.

The thought filled you with a new swarm of butterflies. He had accepted! This was not the end; soon you would go on another date! And perhaps after that one, you would finally know what his feelings for you were.

A/N:

In case anyone wonders what the reader’s outfit for the ball was, it’s a bit difficult to say because it depends on the reader's gender and style. But google “spring prom” and check images, and pick the most beautiful dress or suit you find – that’s what you were wearing. :)

Translations: Nej tack = no thanks, skål = cheers

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honeyjars-sims · 8 months

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1.19 Nothing Left to Lose

Johnny: I don’t know where I went wrong. I had it all planned out, all I had to say was “Would you like to go out with me sometime?” But the words just got stuck in my throat.

Khadija: Asking someone on a date can be pretty intimidating. A lot of people get nervous making the first move.

Johnny: Not me. But I guess when it happened before I didn't really know the girls. I didn’t care if they said no. It’s different with Lexie.

Khadija: Rejection feels a lot more personal when it’s someone you care about.

Johnny: Yeah, I guess. It would be really awkward if she turned me down since I see her all the time. We live in the same building and we’re both in the Drama program. For now at least.

Khadija: For now? Is she planning on switching majors?

Johnny: No. Honestly, I'm not doing good in most of my classes. In fact, I'm pretty much failing all but one. If I don't bring up my grades by the end of the semester, I'll be put on probation.

Khadija: That sounds like a stressful situation. Why do you think you're having such a hard time?

Johnny: Well, my sleep for one. It hasn't gotten any better. And I still haven't talked to my mom but I'm starting to feel like I should. I just don't know what to say to her.

Khadija: That's a lot to deal with. What's holding you back from talking to your mom?

Johnny: Fear, I guess. Lack of trust. I'm worried she hasn't changed and she'll just hurt me again. My sisters have been talking to her more and say she seems remorseful. But what happens if she's not?

Khadija: I can't tell you that.

Johnny: I know. I guess nothing would change. I would just stop talking to her again and I'm already hurt so it can't get much worse.

Khadija: Well, I think it might be helpful if we roleplay how the conversation might go, good or bad. How does that sound?

Johnny: Roleplay? Sounds kinky.

[Khadija raises her eyebrows]

Johnny: Uhh, sorry. Humor as a defense mechanism and all that. Yeah, it sounds good.

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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, is starting to get heart eyes when looking at Steve Harrington and you’ve taken notice. Scared to lose Eddie to Steve you offer another solution - for you and Steve to share Eddie

Warnings: angst, fluff, trepidation

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Future Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Future Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington, Future Slow Burn Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1141

A/n: This is me dabbling in Stranger Things, I’ve never seen an episode so everything I’ve learned from the characters have been through fanfiction. I have a storyline idea and I’ll continue if this goes well, if not then I’ll stick with what I know!

Masterlist - Part Two (Fucking Billy)

“You like Steve... don’t you?” You bring up randomly while hanging out with Eddie in his room. You were working on some homework while he was going to town on his D&D campaign.

You hadn’t been able to get far in your work because this question was burning a hole in your mind. You, Steve and Eddie had gone to high school together. You and Eddie had gotten together during his last attempt at senior year, a couple of months before Chrissy’s death and that whole fiasco.

You and Steve ended up going to the same college and Eddie followed you. College isn’t really Eddie’s thing, but his band is doing really well at the bars and parties on campus.

Since you and Steve had some classes together, he was always around, the two of you leaning on each other to get through the brutal first semester. As Steve hung around you more, he inevitable hung with Eddie as well. The two of them were growing closer, forming their own style of friendship. Only recently you wondered if it was starting to go beyond friendship.

There’s been more than one instance where you and Steve are working together, and you’ve caught Steve staring at your boyfriend. The same has happened with Eddie. The staring and the flirting that they didn’t realize they did with each other were beginning to add up.

Despite Eddie’s attention turning on Steve he wasn’t being any less loving or attentive to you either; his attention was just slightly more divided now. Still, with Eddie growing more affectionate towards Steve you couldn’t help but to become nervous.

You saw this happen with your previous relationship. Everything was going great until someone else caught their eye and BAM they were gone. It was an ugly breakup that took you a long time to recover from. You didn’t think you’d have to worry about this happening with Eddie, he isn’t the type to cheat on you and you don’t think he will either. You’re just not a hundred percent sure that he’s going to stay with you if he finds better qualities in Steve.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, his eyes remaining downcast. It didn’t matter what he said after that, you had your answer. Before his infatuation with Steve, he would have jumped up and denied it. He would have made you laugh, give you a million kisses until the thoughts disappeared.

Eddie Munson like liked Steve Harrington.

“Oh, come on, Eddie,” You sighed, pushing your things to the side. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” You state, calling him out as you climb off the bed. Only then does his head turn towards you and the truth in his eyes only solidifies your theories. “You like Steve. Like you like like him,”

“I love you,” Eddie stresses, standing up from his chair across the room.

“I don’t doubt that” You whisper, hugging yourself. “But for how long?” You wonder, a sad smile crossing your lips.

“What do you mean how long?” Eddie asks. “You’re my girl,” He states as if that clears everything up.

“How long until you grow bored of me? We’ve been together for a while now, Eddie. I guess I should be glad your eye hasn’t wondered off before but now that it is I can’t help but to think how much longer I’m going to be in the picture,” You confess, feeling your anxiety growing. You begin to pace slowly, your hands scratching your arms.

Steve and Eddie are the only friends you have on campus. If Eddie leaves you for Steve, then how can you hang out with them? You’ll lose them both in a snap of your fingers and you’ll be all alone. This college bullshit is hard enough, you didn’t think you could make it through the classes without their support.

“Be in the picture?” Eddie asks, slowly approaching you as if he were approaching a wild animal. “Sweetheart, you are the picture. You’re the sun I orbit around, the muse to my music, the Arwen to my Aragorn,” Eddie lists, coming closer with each phrase until he’s right in front of you.

You force yourself to stand still. He gently takes your hands from your arms and holds them firmly within his own. He guides your hands to his mouth where he places gentle kisses on your knuckles before wrapping them around his neck. Your fingers thread through his long, wavy hair while he grips your hips and holds you close.

“How could I grow bored of the only woman who actually saw me when I was nobody? When I am a nobody?”

“Baby, you’re not nobody-”

“Shh, I’m wooing right now,” Eddie whispers, kissing your cheek. You felt your cheeks warm, but you don’t say anything else as he continues. “I have been... flirting with Steve and I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable,”

“I just don’t want you to leave me,” You mutter softly. Eddie bumps his nose against yours.

“That’s blasphemous,” Eddie teases. “Honey, I’d marry you in a heartbeat if you’d let me but no, we have to wait until after you graduate,” Eddie rolls his eyes.

Eddie would have married your while the two of you were in senior year, only a couple of months after being together. He was positive you were the light of his life, the reason for his existence. He’s been obsessed with you since day one when you showed up to one of his gigs; he couldn’t keep his eyes off you that night... nor his hands...

“But you like Steve...” You bring up again. Eddie sighs slowly not denying it. You give him a soft smile, moving one hand from around his neck to press against his chest. “You just have too much love to give, Eddie Munson. Is that it?”

“Exactly, sweetheart,” Eddie says softly, being careful not to say the wrong thing.

“If I have to share you, then so be it...” You decide. “As long as there’s room for me left,”

“You really mean that?” Eddie asks, slowly lightening up.

“If he’s fine with me keeping you... then I’ll share,” You reassure him. A grin splits across his face. He whoops loudly, wrapping you in his arms and spinning you around.

“Baby, you have nothing to worry about. You’re never getting rid of me,” Eddie winks at you before planting a deep, passionate kiss on your lips that makes you go dizzy. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” Eddie mutters in between kisses causing you to laugh and hold onto him.

As relieved as you felt to realize Eddie wasn’t leaving you, you couldn’t help but feel trepidatious about Steve. Did you willingly let Eddie pursue the man that will lead to your breakup? Or is this what Eddie really needs, the two of you?

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sab-teraa · 2 months

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Tye Talks: A Diary Entry

(22/02/24 || 22:58 pm)

Good evening friends, I hope you are all well and having a lovely Thursday! Just one more day till the weekend! Yay <3

Inspired by the lovely @the-winds-of-destiny-xxx , I've decided to start blogging about my day. Hopefully, I will be able to stay up to date lol.

Work

Ugh, I've been up since 5am prepping myself to deliver my second lecture of the semester. It went well, kinda. The students were super interactive which is great. Application + practicality > regurgitating information. They did super well. Also, we have a new HoD, and while I really liked our previous heads, the new HoD is a breath of fresh air and I really enjoy their approach towards education.

My full-time job is actually soooo … atm. My colleague has resigned which is all cool and I wish her the best.

But, there’s a trend I’ve noticed recently within our organization … and I hope it does not present any problems in the future. Tbh, I think it has presented a problem before … but idk. Anyway, constructive criticism goes a long long way … only if you’re keen and willing to learn …. which this person defo is NOT.

Enough about my colleagues, the CEO presented me with an opportunity but I'm lowkey nervous .. bc I prefer being a private + somewhat anonymous person lol, but I obviously said yes. Let's see how it goes, anything can happen and this whole project might fall through. Especially in this economy.

All in all, I really love my job and the career path I’ve taken. I hope it does not backfire on me later on in life.

Uni

Gosh. Uni is the bane of my existence atm. Tho, i did make a bit of progress on my thesis today. I know exactly what I need to do, but I just don't have the motivation to it. But, I think I've finally got myself together .. so let's see what happens.

Also, I'm so grateful for my thesis supervisor <3 she is so understanding and supportive.

Health

Is this tmi? Maybe? Apologies if so?

But, my nose and throat have been KILLING me recently? Idk if it’s bc of the fan or what … but yup. Thank god for cloves! They’ve helped wayyyy more than anything else I’ve tried lol. Also, my pms is really starting to hit 😭😭 I’ve been in soooo much pain since I got back home.

My mentally, I’m doing okay … there’s obvs moments in the day where I’m like shit?? I’m an adult adult?? Yet my life feels so stagnant 😂 but then I try to keep it moving and not think so much about what I want … and I try to focus on what I do have…. bc I’ve done my best.

Fun and mundane

I finally got to go to my first gym class of the week - I really needed that! The housewives from my class invited me for smoothies afterwards … and they are so fun! Are they my mums age mates? Yes 😂😂 but I loved hanging out with them .. they truly live in their own bubble .. I wanna be exactly like them when I’m older lol.

Oh Oh! And I finally finished the second season of Al Rawabi School for Girls ... flip, it truly broke my heart. What an amazing show.

I really wanted to start the new season of Real Housewives of Durban … but the new Showmax app is truly YUCK! I have the ick 🫠🫠 but, I love the show waaaaay too much, so I’d probs get over it soon lol.

Other than gym and catching up on tv, I made a delicious lasagna for dinner. I'm convinced that my homemade meat sauce and cheese sauce remains undefeated, or maybe that's just me being cocky lol. If I had more space, I would have defo attempted to make the pasta too.

I'm super excited for this weekend bc my friends and I are going to this art and music event and getting food afterwards. I also really wanna buy that duvet set I saw online ... since I'm no longer purchasing an apartment (recession boo boo boo 🍅🍅🍅), I may as well just re-do my current apartment lol. It already looks great, but I've been putting off getting a new duvet set bc I presumed I was gonna buy a bigger bed lol... so I've just been rotating between the two sets I have ... and damn they've seen better days lol.

Relationships

After all he has been through, my brother finally has some great things happening. I am so proud of him. I know he will achieve everything he aspires to <3 This has also done wonders for his self-confidence, he truly needed this, and I hope ... I really hope that it stays on this positive track.

Positive family news aside, idk if anyone saw the post about my uncle? But god damn I'm annoyed af. (Side note: He is my mums cousin btw; but my entire family is close). Anyway, my uncle called my mum to rant … and according to my mum he was sooooo proud of what he said to his wife??? I’m just disgusted. Idk how. His wife could forgive him for this. I’m so glad my mum put him in his place ✋🏽✋🏽✋🏽

I know its not about me and I have no right to speak on other people's relationships, but I hate seeing people put their all into a relationship and even go against their own family to be with someone ... only for their partner to treat them like this. His wife deserves soooooo much better and its sooo heartbreaking that she has to go through. My heart truly breaks for her. I pray everything works out for her.

Conclusion

Anywho … if you made it this far! Thank you for reading my ramblings <3 wishing you a lovely day! Stay safe babes 😘

#tye talks #tbh I don’t think people would read this.#it’s more for me lol

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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Can i send you a request? I’m a classical music student and the end of uni semester is hard 😪 what if Harry was y/n’s instrument teacher (individual classes) and they have a good relationship but he’s really a perfectionist and she’s putting a lot of pressure on herself and one day he tells her a criticism about her piece and she takes it the wrong way and starts crying and have a panic attack in her class ☹️

(Lets make it sweet and fluffy though 😂)

Of course! I actually majored in vocal performance my Freshman year and the pressure got to me and I switched majors lol. It was just so competitive and stressful and a lot of work outside of classes and lessons and sectionals and juries! ANYWAY! I know how hard end of term can be so I'm wishing you all the best! 🫶

After midterms everything just sort of becomes a blur in university, students are frantic to catch up or improve or maintain their grades, professors are suddenly starting to grade all assignments in bulk, and for Y/N particularly, this meant very inconvenient practice times for her end of the year jury practice. The practice rooms were constantly busy and it was hard to find a reasonable time between her other classes to put in some practice. She was really pushing herself to show fast improvement because during her last semester jury she was told that her nerves were coming through. She was only nervous because she was scared she would forget how to play or read music or count. Just normal thoughts from an anxious and panicked brain.

After that feedback though she brainstormed and decided that the only way none of those things would happen would be if she memorized her next jury piece. It had to be a piece that was at least 5 minutes in length, which wasn't a hard feat. She and her faculty advisor, who was also her assigned instrument teacher, Prof. Styles, well he liked to be called Harry, but they had chosen Chopin's Berceuse Op. 57. She had started to learn that piece the year before but for one reason or another they just stopped practicing it for her repertoire, but he suggested it was time to bring it back. It was an opportunity for her to be able to show off her technical skills while also showcasing how freely she could play. Chopin was all about movement and expression, it gave a lot of wiggle room for the pianist's own artistic expression and based on the previous semester's criticism, her own expression was severely lacking.

It was the week before juries now and due to the hectic schedules and end of term assignments Y/N was running on 4 hours of sleep, burnt coffee, and stale pop-tarts as she was rationing her meal points at this point. She was blazing through the campus to make it to her lesson on time and she just made it in, Harry hated tardiness more than anything.

"Just in time. How's it going." he asked as Y/N walked in panting.

"It's going." she huffed as she set her backpack down and dug out her sheet music, though by this point she really didn't need it.

"How's practice been going?" he asked as she settled herself onto the bench.

"Alright, been going 2 to 2 and half hours." she said as stretched her hands back and wiggled her fingers around. She was still breathing heavily, "I warmed up at my dorm before I came over, s'why I was rushing." she said, "I just need to your honest opinion on how this is sounding."

"S'why I'm here, my dear." he assured and she smiled, "Also, please take a minute to catch your breath." he chuckled and she swallowed down thickly and nodded. She closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders back before exhaling slowly, "There you go, nice and relaxed." he encouraged.

Harry was attractive, there was no denying that. He was practically a musical prodigy and his talent was extraordinary. He was the youngest faculty member, he actually started on her first year, so naturally, she got assigned to him for her lessons, a lot of the new kids did. He was stern and serious, but he also let his kindness seep through - he was just so balanced and it made her feel really comfortable around him. He was an excellent instructor and just within a year of them working together for individual lessons her abilities had improved to the point where she was made second chair to accompany the ensembles as her second year. Obviously, there was a senior as first chair, but her being that much younger and being offered second chair was a big deal. She was Harry's best student and that also came with it's own pressure. With him being who he was, it made people scrutinize his pupils even more as they were his living legacy! Y/N stared at the black and white keys before her for a moment before she put her hands in position and the piece took off.

Harry didn't interrupt her once, he let her play it how she had been rehearsing. But he noticed that her gaze was set down at the keys and her eyes were a bit narrowed. Her shoulders tense and it was causing her posture to worsen as time progressed. Yes, she was hitting all of the right notes but what she was displaying visually and emoting was not matching the easy and fluid feeling of the piece she was playing. As soon as she started to wrap up she relaxed a bit more and finished nicely, holding the last note for a few beats before slowly stepping off of the reverb petal.

Y/N exhaled d and turned to him with a big smile. This was the first time she had made it through the whole piece without a little mistake that she noticed or a feeling that her performance was lacking in some capacity. She couldn't really decipher the look on his face, but she just knew it had to be good feedback. She waited eagerly as he stood there, waiting for a few moments, taking it in. Usually speechless meant good - like there were no words.

"Well, I mean you certainly learned the piece." he said and she chuckled.

"I just wanted to make sure that I didn't miss anything. That I just knew when and where things are supposed to happen so that I'm not freaking out like last time." she explained and he hummed.

"How do you think you did?" he asked and she shrugged with some humility.

"I'd say maybe 8.9 or 9 out of 10." she said and his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, OK." he said with some surprise in his voice and immediately her stomach sank. It couldn't be good that he looked shocked at her self-evaluation.

"Was it not that good?" she asked and he licked over his lips.

"It was and it wasn't, technically you're perfect-"

"So then what?" she asked as she started to feel her hands prick with nerves. She swallowed down that awful burning in her chest, that kind when your breath is short.

"You're literally playing it exactly as it's written there in the sheet music. Where's the feeling?"

"Well I'm playing the dynamics like it says there to give it some movement!" she said and he shook his head and sighed.

"Y/N, you're so focused on making it perfect that you've completely thrown out the entire purpose of music. Yes, you would definitely impress any audience with your skill but if you just keep focusing on perfection you'll never be able to move an audience with your music." he said and she doesn't know why that hurt so much coming from him but it did, "Yes, the dynamics there are a guide for the overall tone of the piece, but you're not being vulnerable and showing us what this feels like for you." he critiqued, "The arpeggios should give me the visual of...let's say a butterfly, fluttering it's wings, right now they feel like a wounded bird, you're dragging the tempo and pressing the keys too hard in trying to ensure that you don't miss a note. And you're glissando is also dragged. You know how to do this, Y/N-" he stopped talking when he heard her gasp, almost as if she was about to cry, "Y/N?" he asked and she glanced up to him with tears rolling down her face and her mouth slightly parted and he could see her chest was rising and falling quickly with how shallow her breathing was. "Oh my god." he said grabbing her hands, "Y/N, it's alright." he said as her shallow breathing started to worsen.

"I-Ican'tbreathe." she slurred and he looked into her panicked and tearful eyes trying to decide how he could help.

"Fuck." he whispered as he took in her demeanor, "Y/N, I-i'm gonna hold you, OK." he warned before he just pulled her into his chest and nestled her face into his neck. Her tears and puffs of air were heating and dampening his skin and surely the collar of his shirt but he just wanted her to be OK. Harry had a huge soft spot for Y/N. He's known her since she started here and he'd been able to help her cultivate her gift and she had a talent that he admired. Maybe in wanting to make her the best he pushed her too far? "I'm sorry if I've been pressuring you too much. I just believe in you and your gift so much. I don't want to push you to the point where I'm taking away your feelings for the music. I'm sorry if I have." he said softly as he rubbed at her back. She was starting to calm down, "There you go, darling. Breathe in and out, it's alright." he comforted her, "Breathe with me." he said and she slowly started to sync up her breathing with his own, "That's it." He encouraged her until she had calmed down.

“I’m sorry.” She stammered as she hiccuped on her tears.

“Hey, it’s alright, you don’t have to apologize.” He assured.

“I’ve just been trying so hard and I don’t want to disappoint you or myself or anyone and-“

“Y/N, I’m not disappointed in you. I just want you to remember that being great at something doesn’t mean you have to stop showing your love for it. Show that you’re passionate about your playing! That’s what we want to see, that’s all.” He said with a soft smile and she nodded into his chest before he released her and reared back to look into her eyes, they were already fixed on his own. “You alright?” He asked and she nodded, “Good.” He smiled as he scooted down the bench to give her sufficient space, “I’ll be right here beside you. Again from the top.”

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psychobratuserunknown · 4 days

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A second chance at love★ b.b

—four ;; gamble of grace

content warning — Discussions of grief, casual misogyny, a dash of sexual tension, and the perils of being a woman in academia. I'm sorry beatrix and James don't have much time on the page together as of yet, but we'll get there! Enjoy the journey, because when these two idiots realize they like each other, it's gonna get spicy.

pairing — older!bucky x younger!Beatrix

chapter summary — Beatrix's office door shuts, and James, a colleague, is overwhelmed by the news of Beatrix's upcoming lecture. He feels guilty about his previous conversation with Beatrix, but he doesn't want to talk to her. Beatrix is a distraction from his anxious thoughts, and he feels inadequate in comparison to her

As they walk towards the university building, Beatrix feels connected to her all-American campus and the students she has been teaching. She enjoys creating lesson plans and engaging activities, and this semester, she has her students complete a final creative project incorporating a sociological theory. Beatrix is nervous about her upcoming lecture, but she doesn't want to admit it. She reassures Emily that she is under contract and can't fire her since she is under contract.

As they approach the classroom, Beatrix feels a wave of nervousness wash over her, as it has been a few years since she last lectured. She never answers Emily's question about how long it has been.

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James

the university of Portland

January 9, 2023

Beatrix's office door shut with a resounding thud, followed by muffled voices on the other side. Steve gave James a sly grin as they passed a few other colleagues in the department.

"Did you talk to her?" Steve asked eagerly.

James rolled his eyes and nodded towards the people in the hallway.

"Could you ask any louder? I'm not sure everyone heard you."

Steve glanced over his shoulder before replying.

"I could yell it if you want me to."

James let out a sigh. The semester hadn't even started yet, but he already felt overwhelmed. The meeting last night had given him nightmares and he ended up sleeping on the couch in front of the TV. When he woke up, there was a sharp pain in his neck. He tried going for a run before work to clear his mind, but it only seemed to make things worse. His thoughts were consumed by the counseling session and Beatrix, and he couldn't decide which one was more torturous for him.

Steve chuckled and closed the door behind them.

"So, did you talk to her at all?"

"There's nothing to talk about," James replied. "I told her I wasn't looking for anything serious and she got angry with me. Haven't spoken since."

Steve let out a small sound as if pondering something. James tried to convince himself that he didn't want to speak to Beatrix or think about her. But deep down, she was a welcome distraction from his anxious thoughts.

He also didn't want to admit that he spent the previous night stalking Beatrix's Instagram and reading her old publications. They were impressive, making him feel inadequate in comparison. Sam did an excellent job hiring her; she was intelligent, gorgeous, and everything James wanted. At one point, he would have believed he deserved someone like her, but now he wasn't so sure anymore. He had made countless mistakes since Natasha left, and he was convinced that he was destined to be broken.

James felt guilty about what he said to her, but he panicked when she showed up at the meeting. He should have connected the dots when Sam mentioned hiring someone new, but he wasn't thinking straight after receiving a text at the bar while trying to pick up another woman.

"Okay, but it doesn't change the fact that…" Steve leaned in closer, scanning the room as if someone might overhear their conversation through the closed door. "You like her."

James rolled his eyes and turned to his laptop, quickly minimizing one of Beatrix's research papers that he had been reading earlier.

"I don't fucking like her. It was just a fling. I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it."

"Because you sleep around all the time, but when we met for coffee on January first, you looked like a new man. Like you had the best night of your life," Steve shrugged. "I just want to see you happy."

"We had this conversation last night at the bar," James replied with annoyance.

"I've been having this conversation with you for years, but you never seem to listen," Steve retorted. "You deserve to be happy, Buck."

"Yeah, well, she hates me now. And I have more important things to worry about, like that grant." After years of relying on old publications, James finally decided to apply for a grant as Dean of Graduate Studies. He could afford to relax a little now that he had tenure.

Returning to school after serving in the military was no easy feat for James, both emotionally and financially. Despite receiving some funding from the Army, he still had significant student debt, especially since most veterans don't pursue PhDs in Sociology. It was a long journey from dropping out of high school as a teenager to studying constantly for his GED, then earning a BA and eventually a masters degree. Finally, he could delve into his passion: researching trauma, veterans, and suicide.

But his goal of making a difference in the world collided with the harsh reality of academia. Instead of making real change, he was stuck navigating the bureaucracy of funding and convincing politicians that his research mattered. While some of his colleagues enjoyed massive grants for their work, James often struggled to secure any support.

His colleague Steve faced a similar struggle, which is why they worked together so well. James's expertise lay in teaching, not securing large amounts of federal funding. That's why they were now discussing applying for a $100,000 scholarship that could greatly benefit their research on veteran mental health.

"Are you going to apply?"

"Well, yeah. I can't afford to pay for this longitudinal study out of pocket," James replied.

"I'm in the same boat," Steve chimed in. "And we can use each other as references."

"Sounds good. Sam already wrote me a recommendation letter."

"I have one from him too…two years ago," James chuckled.

Steve tapped his fingers on the table.

"It's scholarship season again."

James let out a frustrated sigh.

"Seems like every season is fucking scholarship season."

Steve checked his watch.

"Shit, speaking of which, I need to get going."

"Teaching an 8:30?" James asked.

"Yeah. Got stuck with it," Steve groaned. "And you're at 11:30?"

James nodded.

"Yeah, across campus. I tried to get a classroom in our department, but your class has taken up all the space."

Steve grinned.

"Well, I am the Vice Dean."

"Which means you're below me," James joked.

Steve chuckled and raised his hands in a surrendering gesture as he stood up.

"Listen, man, I just do what I'm told and turn to Sam when I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. Which is most of the time," he said with a laugh. "Speaking of Sam, you're coming to that dinner, right?"

James let out a sigh.

"She's going to be there."

"Yeah, so you can try not being such an asshole this time around and maybe make amends," Steve replied.

"She doesn't want to make amends," James snorted. "And besides, I got what I wanted."

Steve looked at him with furrowed brows. In that moment, James regretted his words.

"What?"

"Nothing… it's…"

James leaned back in his chair.

"No, say what you want to say."

Just then, they heard Emily and Beatrix laughing in the hallway as they left Beatrix's office. James checked his watch. She was probably teaching early this morning. He wondered where she taught. When he and Natasha were together, he would often sit at the back of her lecture halls and admire her passion for teaching and caring for her students. It had even inspired him to change his own approach to teaching.

There was no way he could sneak into one of Beatrix's lectures though, not even an undergraduate class.

Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? He hated to admit it but she had been consuming his thoughts lately. It had been a while since a woman had occupied his mind for more than a few hours. Sex was usually just a way for him to feel something other than the constant numbness that pulsed through his veins.

"You should be nicer to her," Steve remarked. "She's new here and you can't keep pushing her away. Sam will freak if she tells him anything."

"Me? Be nicer? Coming from you?" James retorted.

Steve gave him the finger as he headed for the door.

"Buck, I love you, but sometimes you're a real asshole."

He said it with a grin, but James could hear the sincerity in his tone. They had been best friends since their time in Afghanistan and had shared many drunken conversations together.

He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, even though he tried to hold back. The way they clicked together reminded him of his past relationship with Natasha, and it scared him because he had sworn to never open that door again. He knew deep down that he wasn't meant to be a husband or a father, and the universe seemed loud and clear on that fact.

James couldn't help but admire her as she stood in front of him in tight black pants and a turtleneck, with a cross hanging from her neck. But when their eyes met, he felt an intense rush of emotions and quickly looked away, embarrassed by his own reaction. This was not how he usually behaved around women; they were usually the ones flocking to him.

As Steve chatted with Emily and Beatrix watched them, James tried to focus on anything else but the woman who clearly despised him. He could see the anger in her flushed face and clenched jaw, and it only made him more attracted to her. He couldn't stop thinking about that night they had spent together, although he was relieved that he hadn't drunk so much that his memories had become fuzzy. She had cried that night, and although he had initially taken it as a sign of his prowess, he could tell there was more behind it.

It was like his mind had recorded every detail of their encounter, including his cowardly act of leaving money on the nightstand before slipping out the door. As he called for an Uber and left with a headache, he felt guilty about his behavior. But old habits died hard for James; even now, he couldn't resist thinking about being with her again.

"Hey, Steve!"

"Yeah," Steve responded, turning around.

"Can you shut the door?"

Beatrix gave Emily a pointed look and tapped her arm gently.

"We should go. It was nice talking to you, Dr. Rogers." She made sure James could hear her as she and Emily left.

As Steve mouthed "asshole" before closing the door, James sighed and relished the brief moment of solitude.

Isolation had become a constant in his life, and he wasn't sure if he feared it or clung to it because it was all he knew since losing Matilda and Natasha. He wiped away the tears and pulled up Beatrix's paper to finish reading it, reaching for an old protein bar from his desk drawer. Maybe if he immersed himself in everything there was to know about her, this crush would fade away. It was like exposure therapy.

Or he could act like a mature adult, apologize, and ask her out- or at least start over.

But that option seemed unlikely at this point, he thought as he unwrapped the protein bar and took a bite.

It was going to be a challenging week and an even tougher semester.

He needed to get her out of his head.

Beatrix

Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? Those piercing eyes, those defined cheekbones, those tattoos… even when she closed her eyes, she saw him behind her eyelids. How could she handle dinner at Sam's place this weekend? The plan she made with Tilly was simple: wine, more wine, unnecessary aggression, jokes to break the tension-and make everyone not hate her- and if things got bad enough, she would focus all of her energy on pointedly ignoring James if he dared speak to her. Pretend he never existed, do a Men in Black memory wipe.

But deep down she knew that no matter what tactics she tried, thoughts of him would always consume her mind.

She hated herself for it.

"You seem nervous," Emily interrupted her thoughts as they walked towards a large brick building on campus. It was a typical university building, the kind she had seen in movies and on TV.

The all-American campus. Beatrix secretly loved it. The air was crisp and cool, and for once it wasn't raining in Portland. The January sun warmed her face slightly.

"I'm not nervous."

Students rushed past them, dressed in the standard West Coast attire: jeans, Blundstone's, and hoodies with rain jackets. Some even wore University of Portland sweaters. Just seeing them walk across campus made her feel at ease. She had always found comfort in being at school, even as a child. Maybe because she was raised as a latchkey kid long after it went out of style.

She felt connected to school and never wanted to leave at the end of the day. This feeling continued through university. She spent countless hours in study groups at the library, forming bonds with others in academia. Most of her friends were from that world, and she rarely ventured outside of it.

As groups of students walked by, she smiled. Most of them were first years, still full of energy and not yet feeling the exhaustion that would come later on. The graduate students, however, had a different look about them - one of weariness, as if they had experienced every war in history firsthand.

Beatrix knew this look all too well; grad school took everything from you and gave little in return except for increased stress and greying hair. Late nights spent studying, early mornings filled with reading until your eyes felt like they would bleed, and then your supervisor adding five more books to your already overflowing reading list for your comprehensive exam… She blinked, trying to push away the memories.

She was out of that stressful world now, and these students would be too, eventually. Beatrix couldn't help but chuckle to herself - she was nervous about her upcoming lecture, but didn't want to admit it. Teaching was her passion, her job, and she loved inspiring students. She enjoyed creating lesson plans and engaging activities rather than just assigning essays. This semester, she had decided to have her students complete a final creative project that incorporated a sociological theory. It was a popular assignment at her previous university and her office was filled with artwork, personal essays, and homemade magazines created by her students. "Are you sure about this?" asked Emily as they walked towards the classroom.

"You've been silent for two minutes and 28 seconds." "You were counting?" laughed Beatrix. "Well, it got awkward," shrugged Emily. "How long has it been since you last lectured?" "

Who are you, Sam?" teased Beatrix. "Is this my job interview all over again?" Emily winced at the mention of their shared past and apologized for talking too much again. Beatrix reassured her that she was just joking and couldn't fire her since she was under contract. Emily joked back that it was even better, causing Beatrix to laugh and momentarily forget her nerves.

But as they approached the classroom, she could hear her students' chatter and suddenly felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. It had been a few years since she last lectured, but it was like riding a bike, right? "How long has it been?" asked Emily. "You never did answer my question."

"A few years," admitted Beatrix. "But I should be fine." "Something like that," chuckled Emily, patting her on the back for encouragement. Beatrix couldn't help but laugh at Emily's nickname for her - "slugger". Despite only knowing each other for a short time, she already felt like she fit in with Emily and Tilly instantly. They were close in age, but Kate had a maturity about her that reminded Beatrix of herself.

Apparently, she had skipped eleventh grade and went straight into university without ever taking a break from learning. She had a love for teaching and a thirst for knowledge that rivaled Beatrix's own.

As they pushed the heavy door open, Beatrix expressed her desire to be Emily's supervisor instead of Dr. Barnes. Emily joked that there was still time for her to disappoint Beatrix, even though they had only known each other for forty-five minutes. They walked into a packed lecture hall where a few students glanced up from their laptops. Beatrix smiled as she placed her bag on the small table next to the podium.

"Do you need the projector?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, it would be a good idea. I have a USB drive for the computer," Beatrix replied.

"Great. Did Sam give you a login?" Kate inquired.

"Yes, he did. He set everything up within a few days," Beatrix answered with admiration.

Emily whistled in surprise.

"You must have been an impressive hire because it took them two weeks to get my staff email working."

"That's crazy," Beatrix said with disbelief.

"I know," Emily agreed.

There were still five minutes left before class started and students were still filing in and finding seats. Sam had informed her that there were around 150 students enrolled in the class.

As she logged into the computer, Kate checked the microphone and handed it to Beatrix. A couple of first-year students waved at her as they entered the room.

"Just so you know, two of them failed this class before," Emily whispered.

"Brock Rumlow used to teach this class. He was a total jerk who constantly bragged about his PhD from Oxford and how no one ever got an A in his class," Beatrix whispered back.

"He sounds terrible at teaching," Kate commented as she helped attach the mic pack to Beatrix's clothing and clipped the tiny microphone onto her turtleneck. "Do you want me to stay up here with you during your lecture?"

"Yes, please!" Beatrix replied gratefully.

Beatrix prepared her short PowerPoint presentation and syllabus as the clock struck 8:30 am. Some students were still rushing in, frantically searching for empty seats. Beatrix took her place at the front of the class and took a deep breath as she looked around.

"Welcome to Introduction to Sociology," she began. "I'm Dr. Beatrix Matthews-"

"Where's Brock Rumlow?" Someone in the back interrupted.

Beatrix looked around, feeling a little panicked. She hadn't expected anyone to ask about their previous professor.

"Um... well..." she stuttered.

"Gone!" Emily interjected. "He got fired!"

"Seriously?!" A hopeful student called out.

Emily chuckled and shook her head.

"I'm just kidding, Tyler. I think he actually got a job at Harvard," she clarified with a smirk. "Let's just say he wasn't popular among the student body."

Some students laughed and Beatrix couldn't help but chuckle along with them. The ice had already been broken. She gestured towards Emily.

"I'm fairly new to the department, having just been hired before the start of this semester. So I'm still getting to know everyone. But don't worry, I won't keep you for

the full three hours today," she reassured them with a smile. "We'll just go over the syllabus, classroom expectations, and the final presentation." She paused for a moment, making sure everyone was paying attention. "Sound good?"

A few students nodded their heads while most of them still seemed half asleep. Undeterred, Beatrix continued on with her lecture, answering questions from students and explaining course assignments with ease. She felt confident and happy; being back in the classroom made her feel alive again.

Some students were actually taking notes and engaging in discussion with her. One student even asked about different options for the creative assignment at the end of the semester. Overall, it was a successful first day back teaching for Beatrix.

After finishing the syllabus and assignment descriptions, she felt like she was on top of the world.

"Next week, I want you to read the first two chapters of Goffman. We'll be discussing sociological theory and its application in research. Have a great first week and see you next Monday!" As soon as she said 'alright', students began packing up and she instantly felt more comfortable. Beatrix turned off the projector and put her USB drive in her bag while students filed out.

A few stopped to ask where they could buy the book and Emily provided them with resources. Beatrix blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed for not exploring the campus before taking this job, but also relieved that her TA was taking initiative. It helped ease the pressure.

As the last students left, Emily checked her watch. "I'm going to grab something to eat before Sam's class. See you next week?" "Definitely," replied Beatrix.

She planned to work on a grant application related to studying people's emotional and psychological processes while visiting the 9/11 museum with tilly. But it was a competitive process and depended on connections; Beatrix only had tilly and Sarah left in academia for recommendation letters.

Slung over her shoulder, she headed out of the classroom with Kate, waving goodbye before walking back to the Sociology building with a bounce in her step. She felt amazing, especially with her upcoming Wednesday qualitative research class - one of her biggest passions - and exciting assignments that would involve real-life research instead of just classroom learning. She had already submitted an ethics application for the class.

Stepping into the elevator filled with other students heading to class, Beatrix smiled at people and checked her phone. There was a text from tilly.

[tily]: Doing wraps for dinner. Chickpea or chicken?

You mean do I want to fart a lot or do I want to get salmonella again?

[tilly]: THAT WAS ONE TIME, YOU SLUT. ARE YOU GONNA HOLD THAT OVER MY HEAD FOREVER?

Yes. You got me sick on our first REAL DATE.

[tilly] Fine, you can eat out of the trash.

Same thing as when you cook chicken.

[tilly]: I hate you.

I love you too.

[tilly]: 🖕🏻

His disheveled appearance suggested he had been up for days, fueled by drugs like cocaine or Adderall. The smile on his face made her stomach churn as she stared at him in disbelief.

"Beatrix."

How did he find me? She must have forgotten that Atlas was still following her on Instagram, even though he never used it. But she had, and now he knew everything - about her new job and where she was located.

But having a PhD doesn't automatically make someone intelligent, she thought bitterly.

Atlas stepped away from the wall and approached her with a pleading look in his eyes. She felt sick to her stomach and did not want to see him here. She wanted to leave him behind, in her old life that no longer existed here. Beatrix held out her hand in a stopping motion.

"No, Atlas."

"Please, Beatrix. Just hear me out."

She sighed and glanced around the office, feeling humiliated by his presence. The last thing she wanted was for him to be here at her job. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and she shook her head.

"You need to leave," she whispered. "You have no right to be here."

Atlas's expression turned into a frown.

"Can we talk?"

It was his eyes that always got to her. She didn't know why she had a weakness for them, but when he gave her that puppy-dog look, she felt powerless. tilly had always told Beatrix that she was too kind for her own good, and now she was starting to believe it because the second their eyes met, she felt trapped.

Beatrix sighed.

Maybe if I give him a chance, he'll go away.

"In my office," she said reluctantly.

He nodded and she gestured for him to follow as she unlocked the door with her key and pushed it open. Atlas kept his distance, which was exactly what he needed to do. Beatrix made her way to her desk, trying not to let him see that she had already made herself at home here. But she could tell by the look on his face that he didn't care about any of that.

"Beatrix, come back home."

"What? No!"

"Please, baby-"

"Don't you dare call me baby."

"It was a mistake leaving you. I know that now. I don't even care about Rhonda."

Rhonda. His secretary. Beatrix rolled her eyes in disgust.

"You're only saying that because she dumped you, right?" She crossed her arms defensively.

Atlas sighed and walked around the desk, trapping her against the wall. He was 6'3", with broad shoulders and big arms from his days playing football. When he wanted to be physically intimidating, he could do it without even trying. With one hand, he reached out and stroked her cheek. The moment his skin touched hers, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

And all she could think about was James. He was so different, softer, and actually cared about her.

Every man in her life was a damn liar. Tears welled up in her eyes and she tightly shut them, allowing one to fall down her cheek.

"Hey," Atlas whispered.

"Get away from me."

"Beatrix, please listen to me." He trapped her in his embrace and she panicked. "We had something good, didn't we?"

She allowed herself to imagine going back to him, to a life she hated - no research, no tilly, cut off from her friends and family.

Cut off from her home. More tears fell as she swallowed the growing lump in her throat and shook her head defiantly.

Whispering, he accused her, "You're lying. You could have everything back if you just come back to me. You don't have to struggle on some measly professor's salary."

She stared at him, unflinching.

"You never believed in me."

He looked confused, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"You never believed in me. You never saw my potential, never gave me credit or let me grow. You wouldn't even allow tilly to visit, and then you leave me at the altar for your damn secretary. And when that didn't work out, you expect me to just take you back?"

He tilted his head, puzzled.

"Well, what else do you have going on?"

Her body filled with anger.

"Get away from me."

"Beatrix, please just listen," he pleaded.

"I've heard enough, atlas." She tried to grab him but instead he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall with a thud. The look of viciousness on his face frightened her. Although he had never hit her during their relationship, he had always taken out his anger on the walls or doors. Beatrix was constantly having to repair the damage by buying more spackle from Home Depot.

When he came home drunk and smelling like someone else's perfume, he would demand sex, but she knew he wasn't using protection with anyone else. She refused to be a pity fuck.

"You bitch," he growled. "Our entire marriage, you were only thinking about yourself. I know you only married me for my money."

"Get away from me, Atlas," she spat.

"Or what?" He sneered, his eyes blazing. "You trapped me in here with you. That was a big mistake."

Fear rushed through Beatrix's veins as she realized for the first time that she was truly in danger with atlas. This was more than just a temper tantrum. He had come here with the intention of taking her back to Kansas with him, convinced that she would drop everything and go with him. He probably already had a ticket booked for her. Maybe he even had another dress, caterer, and venue lined up for their wedding.

The thought made her sick. She clenched her jaw and pushed him away as hard as she could.

"Get out of my office!" She yelled.

Atlas grabbed her wrist and twisted it, causing her to scream in pain. Suddenly, the door burst open and James appeared, storming over to atlas. Beatrix was shocked as her ex-fiancé dropped her arm as soon as James grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him away. She watched as James spun him around and slammed him against the wall near the door.

"You need to leave."

Atlas tried to resist, but James's metal arm held him firmly against the wall.

"Let me go!"

"She said get out," James growled. "Are you going to listen or do we have to take this outside, asshole?"

Atlas looked at Beatrix with bloodshot eyes before turning back to James.

"Yeah, do you know this piece of shit?!" Atlas snapped.

"Yeah, right now I am," James laughed. "I'm not the one slamming a woman against a wall, you idiot."

John struggled against James's grip, but his sober strength was no match.

"Leave, Atlas!" Beatrix shouted through tears.

"You've humiliated me enough!"

Shaking with anger, Beatrix clenched her fists tightly at her sides. James was fully focused on atlas, his back muscles tense under his dark blue t-shirt. Her heart raced and she felt nauseous as John opened his mouth to speak once again. With gritted teeth, she pointed at the door, afraid her teeth would crumble from the pressure. "Get out," she spat.

John hung his head and took a step back as James followed him out of the room. Through blurry vision, Beatrix watched them leave before rushing to close the door behind them. She hadn't even set down her bag before this confrontation erupted. Collapsing to the floor, she tried to swallow the sobs in her throat. "You're not going to cry at work," she whispered to herself sternly. "Get it together."

Beatrix was humiliated that she couldn't handle John on her own, especially in front of James. Memories flooded back - her wedding day embarrassment and trying to play it off. And now he had the audacity to waltz back into her life and expect her forgiveness? No way in hell.

Pressing her palms against her eyes until she saw stars, Beatrix used this technique to stop herself from crying - something she did often along with biting her inner cheek.

Finally, the tears stopped and the lump in her throat faded away.

But a soft knock at the door made her jump up in surprise. Opening it slowly, she saw James standing there with genuine concern in his bright blue eyes - just like that night. But this time, there was no smugness or cockiness; instead, it hurt more knowing that he came back to check on her. She wished he had just left so she could deal with her emotions alone.

In this moment, she resented his kindness and newfound ability to care.

"What do you want?" she snapped.

James shook his head disapprovingly with a scoff.

"I came to see if you were okay. He's been escorted out of the building by security."

"Great, thanks," Beatrix replied sharply.

He sighed before speaking again.

"Beatrix, if you need-"

"I don't need anything from you," she cut him off. "And I didn't need your help either."

She could see the hurt in his expression and it gave her a sense of satisfaction.

"Fine then. If he comes back, I'll just keep my mouth shut and my door closed. Is that what you want me to do?"

Beatrix couldn't hold back the tears as she grabbed the handle to close the door. But before she could, James looked up at her.

And you did? She thought bitterly. She couldn't understand why she felt such animosity towards him. It would be easier if they were enemies and simply avoided each other. The pain was too much knowing that she had finally felt a real connection with someone since meeting atlas, and that person made her feel like an utter fool. It was almost worse than her ex showing up to beg for her.

"Thank you, James," she said through gritted teeth.

"Have a good day."

His jaw clenched as he nodded quickly.

"Sure."

She watched him storm off to his office and slam the door behind him. Beatrix closed her own door and locked it before making her way to her desk quietly.

As soon as she sat down, she buried her face in her hands and began to sob silently. She was an expert at crying in bathrooms without anyone noticing. Her shoulders shook as the anger and sorrow consumed her. She didn't want to be with atlas, and the only person she wanted was someone she could barely stand to be around.

All of the memories came flooding back at once. Just ten days ago, she had thought this year would be different. But now it was just the same old crap in a different city.

There was no running away from her problems, they always caught up to her eventually.

Beatrix let herself cry, tears soaking into the palms of her hands as she tried to keep it quiet. Every so often, she could hear James typing on his computer in the next room, but for the most part, the only sound accompanying her grief was the roar of blood in her ears.

Eventually, it subsided and she pulled out some tissues from her bag along with her compact mirror to wipe away any evidence of tears. She was grateful that she hadn't worn mascara today.

Beatrix fixed up some of the makeup that had been washed away by tears, dabbing on more concealer with her ring finger.

The tears were still threatening to spill, but she refused to give them any more attention. She could cry at home with Tilly over dinner and a glass of wine.

But not here, not with him right next door.

As she finished up, her phone buzzed in her bag and her stomach clenched in anxiety. Unable to resist her own curiosity, she pulled it out and saw an Instagram message request.

32557038 wants to send you a message.

A small, curious noise escaped Beatrix's throat. It was probably just spam, but she checked it anyway.

There was a link to a Spotify song. Wolves by Milo Greene. Beatrix grabbed her AirPods from her bag and put them in, clicking play on the song.

It was a simple guitar melody with a small chorus of voices. But it was beautiful, exactly the type of music Beatrix loved. Tilly called it her "sad girl shit." She loved it. More tears threatened to fall and she cleared her throat to hold them back as she got to the chorus.

Bad, I got it bad for you

Love, I don't know what to do

The wolves are out tonight and I am one of them, it's true

Oh bad, I got it bad for you

It had to be atlas. He must have found some new way to torment her. The only thing that frustrated her was how lovely the song was. She kept listening and checked the actual profile. The picture was a simple shot of a sunset. Otherwise, there was nothing else on the account and the only things being followed were various sports accounts.

"Who are you?" She stared at the three dots on her screen and waited for a response.

Nothing came. She took a deep breath and pulled up atlas's profile, sending him a stern message. "If you ever come near my work again or create another account to contact me, I will sue you for harassment and half of your money." Beatrix hesitated before pressing send, listening to the song playing in the background.

She knew he was trying to manipulate her emotions, but she needed to let him go. With determination, she finally hit send and blocked him from contacting her again.

"Good riddance, atlas," she muttered to herself, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

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A Night on the Train - Prologue

A beggar asking for change, a thug insulting him for having looked at his girlfriend, a crazy-looking old man shouting at him. “Killer! You killed my wife and son!”

A woman rudely bumping into him and cursing at him, a coffee too bitter, a dog barking at him and startling him.

These were only some of the occurrences he had run into that morning.

Gabriel hated train stations. That’s why he had been skeptical when the fortune teller predicted he would have an exciting encounter that night.

“Push your luck! Dive into the darkness! Don’t be afraid of the unknown!” the middle-aged woman advised in an overdramatic tone as she grabbed his hand. She had taken twenty dollars to give advice on his love life and that’s what he had gotten on the exchange.

“Push your luck, don’t be afraid of the unknown!” Gabriel repeated in his mind as he finally got on the train. “So far, the only thing I’ve been pushing has been my ridiculously heavy luggage.”

The young man walked through the train corridor, looking for the room indicated on his ticket. Looking at the other passengers, he recognized a few faces from his university. That made sense: the previous day had been the last official day of lessons before Christmas break, and plenty of students, Gabriel included, were returning home.

At least, he figured, he would soon get to taste his mother’s cooking again. As much as he tried, his attempts at replicating her recipes were never up to par.

“Maybe that’s the exciting encounter the fortune teller was talking about,” Gabriel chuckled to himself. “I could go for a slice of cherry pie right now.”

Dragging his luggage through a sea of legs, Gabriel finally arrived in front of his room. He opened the door without thinking and was flabbergasted to check the scene inside.

Two pretty girls he knew, two of the prettiest at his university in fact, were sitting inside the room and eyed him with curiosity.

“Sorry!” he immediately said as he turned back and closed the door behind him.

When he regained his straight thinking, he went to check his ticket, then he checked the room number again. That was his room indeed. Was it possible that he was going to share it with those two?

"Damn, what a mess," he thought. "Well, not much else that I can do. I need to sleep in there. I'll go back inside and act like nothing happened."

The girls looked at him again, this time with a rather sarcastic smile. He nodded at them. “Hello,” he said. “Hello,” the one closest to him replied. Gabriel recognized her as they shared a couple of classes, but he only knew her by sight.

He smiled. “You’re in contemporary history, Hendricks’s class, right?”

She nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I thought you looked familiar.”

“Love that guy,” he said, chuckling. “He’s never boring.”

“Yeah, his lessons are pretty wild,” the girl agreed.

“I’m Gabriel,” he said, holding out his hand.

“I’m Maria,” the girl said. “And my friend there is Wendy.”

“Hello Wendy,” Gabriel said as he nodded at the beautiful girl with sun-kissed hair, but she didn’t seem to acknowledge him.

“Sorry about that. She’s a bit shy,” said Maria.

“No problem. Sorry to bother you,” he said to Wendy.

“She’s really sweet once you get to know her,” Maria explained. “She’s spending her semester abroad, and for the holidays, she’ll be my guest.”

Gabriel nodded. “Sounds great,” he said.

Satisfied with how his second interaction with the girls had gone, Gabriel tried to act nonchalantly. He pushed his luggage under the bed and picked out a book to read. Truth be told, he was nervous, his mind screaming at him: "Don't act like a creep, don't act like a creep!"

He hit his head on the bunk bed as he entered his berth. Once he climbed the stairs and got on his bed, he started reading his book and tried to focus on the chapter, but he found that difficult, as his mind kept focusing on the girls on the bed under his own.

They were sitting next to each other, whispering in a low voice. He found that somehow rude, but it couldn’t be helped. He was a stranger, after all. It was understandable that they would want to speak about something without him overhearing.

He started wondering about the blonde girl. He had barely seen her–they probably didn't share any classes, but he had seen her a few times around campus. She had the kind of appearance that wouldn't be forgotten easily, after all, with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slender, elegant figure. Since he had entered the room, she hadn't spoken to him and barely looked at him at all.

He tried to not get distracted by their whispering and focused on his book. As he started being immersed in the story, however, he heard Maria calling to him.

“Um, Gabriel, excuse me? Me and my friend were wondering about something.”

“Yes?” Gabriel said, intrigued and excited that one of the girls was speaking to him.

The brunette leaned closer to him, letting Gabriel catch a glimpse of her ample cleavage. “You know,” she said. “We weren’t really expecting a guy to share our room. We were really hoping for another woman. I guess it’s not a big deal for me, but my friend Wendy is rather shy. She said she could never sleep with a man around.”

Gabriel looked a bit disappointed. “I see, but what can I do?” he said. “This room’s number is printed on my ticket. I can’t just go and occupy another room.”

“No, no, I realize,” Maria said. “But listen, I have this shrink ray here, and we were wondering if we could use it to change your size a little. Just shrink you a little bit, to make my friend more comfortable.”

Gabriel laughed awkwardly. “Change my size? I mean, that sounds a bit wild, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah but it’s getting popular these days, you know?” Maria said. “Lots of couples do it just to have fun.”

“Right,” Gabriel said, wondering if he was going to ‘have fun’ with Maria and Wendy as well. “But I don’t even know you. How can I trust you with this?”

“Come on, I’m Maria Websterr. You can ask anyone at our school. They’ll tell you I would never hurt a fly.”

“I don’t doubt it, but...”

“Wendy?” Maria interjected. “Do you want to say something to our friend?”

“Please,” the girl said to him with a rather sensual foreign accent. “I really need a good night’s sleep.” That was the first time she addressed him that evening so far.

The blonde girl was looking at him with pleading eyes. He sighed. He knew it would have been difficult to refuse a request from that adorable face. Then he remembered the fortuneteller’s words. “Push your luck, dive into the darkness, don’t be afraid of the unknown...”

“Alright, alright,” he sighed. “But how much do you want me to shrink?”

“Wendy?” Maria said, directing the question to her friend.

“The smaller the better,” the girl dryly said.

Gabriel felt startled. Those words did scare him out, but he felt like it was too late to back down at that moment.

“You’ll need to download the shrinker app,” Maria said. “Then you can accept our shrink request.”

“Alright,” he meekly said.

“Just give me your phone and I’ll set everything up for you,” Maria said. Gabriel handed her the phone with regret starting to surface in his mind.

“So how much, Wendy?” asked Maria, fumbling with the boy’s phone. “Four inches?”

“No. Four inches is too big,” the foreign girl said.

“How about two inches then?”

“Two inches is good. For now.”

“For now? What does she mean by that?” Jake thought as he saw the girls fumbling through the app settings.

“Alright. Now we just have to click yes aaand...”

Gabriel began to feel a strange tingling all over his body. He watched the pretty girls in front of him becoming larger than buildings while the cramped train bedroom became more and more spacious.

Maria giggled. “Don’t be scared,” she said, noticing his panicked face.

Wendy was much more fascinated. Unlike Maria, the foreign student didn’t own a shrink ray and hadn’t seen anyone shrinking yet. She got up from the bed to take a good look at Gabriel dwindling down.

One moment later, the young man found himself in the darkness, buried under a pile of his own clothes.

"Oops!" Maria said as she watched the tiny figure struggle under the mass of fabric. "I forgot to check the shrink-with-clothes option."

“Look, he’s naked,” Wendy giggled as she picked him up between her index and thumb. Gabriel immediately noticed that she had seemed to lose her shyness immediately once he shrank.

“Huh,” Maria said, as she eyed the little man’s naked form with a newfound appreciation. “Not too bad, little guy. Maybe I was underestimating you.”

Wendy giggled as she dangled Gabriel in front of Maria’s face. “You want to take him to your berth, then?”

“Who knows?” the brunette smiled. “Maybe later… well, how are you anyway?” Maria asked the little man. “Are you okay?”

Gabriel gave her a thumbs up. In truth, he was still shaken from the shrinking and the carefree handling from the girls, but surprisingly, he had otherwise adapted quite well to the massive body size change.

“I know it’s a bit weird the first time, but you get used to it quickly. And, you know, thanks for doing this for me and my friend.”

“Yeah,” Wendy interjected. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem, girls,” Gabriel said.

“What? You’ll have to speak louder, tiny man,” Wendy said.

“I SAID NO PROBLEM,” he shouted.

“I still can’t understand your squeaks,” Wendy laughed. “I guess it’s a lost cause,” she added as she turned to Maria.

The brunette smirked, looking at the tiny guy with a malicious face. “Generally speaking, when you shrink a guy, it’s not for making conversation...”

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