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persevereforahappyending · 6 months ago

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A Legacies Regret |1|

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You were living in New York with your girlfriend, trying to forget about last year and just enjoy life, but that was easier said than done. (Sequel to A Legacies Secret)

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3.7k+

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You frowned as you looked down at your phone, there were a handful of unread texts to Tara that went unread. The last message she sent to you was a simple ‘I love you’ after you told her you had a late shift. She wasn’t completely ignoring you, but it was weird for Tara to not check her phone, especially since Sam, and you, to an extent, had been insistent on her responding regularly. You pocketed your phone and got back to work, you told yourself she was just studying, maybe the others came over and she got caught up hanging out with them.

You threw yourself into work for the next few hours. It was Friday night, the weekend of Halloween, the bar had been slammed since before your shift started. You had been in New York for about six months, you had quickly found a job at a bar, and Tara and her friends started school in the fall. The two of you juggled as best as you could, taking advantage when you were both off, but somehow it seemed like you saw each other less than before, even though now you were actually living together.

When your shift was finally over you clocked out and shoved your tips in your pocket. You stepped out of the bar, despite being well after midnight the city was still alive and thriving. You glanced at your phone one more time, Tara still hadn’t even opened your messages. You sighed and shoved your phone back in your pocket before making the trek back to the apartment. You sold your car when you got to the city to save on money and strictly took the subway or walked everywhere.

After half an hour you finally reached the apartment complex. You stomped up each staircase until you finally reached the top floor. As you got to the top you rested your hand on the railing and winced, you all agreed on the apartment, stairs were better than an elevator, and the top floor was the safest, but the stairs did your knee no favors. You held in a groan as you let go of the railing; despite being fully healed and the ongoing physical therapy, you accepted your knee would just never be back to a hundred percent.

You unlocked the various locks Sam installed as soon as the three of you moved in and stepped inside. You shoved your keys back in your pocket as you walked down the hall and into the living room. You heard Quinn in her room, hooking up with a guy, which was nothing new. You furrowed your brow as you looked around the room, the TV was off, and it didn’t look like anyone had been there all day.

“Tara!” you called out. You waited a second but there was no answer. You tried not to let your paranoia takeover, there were plenty of times you got home and Tara as up late studying, her headphones on, completely lost in the music.

You got an uneasy feeling as you walked down the hall to your shared room. The door was partially cracked, and you nudged it with your foot, letting it slowly swing open the rest of the way. You peeked your head in, not stepping fully into the room, when nothing happened you finally took a step in. You furrowed your brow, the bed was still made from when you left, Tara’s laptop was closed and sitting on her desk. Her backpack was sitting next to her desk chair, proving that she did in fact come home after class, but there was no sign of Tara.

You perked up when you heard the front door open. “Tara?” you called out again. It was late, but it was a Friday night, and she might have gone out with the others to get something to eat. “Tara?” you made your way back towards the living room. You paused when you didn’t see your girlfriend but Sam standing there.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam asked tiredly.

You cautiously stepped into the room; you had been living with Sam for about six months and had gotten pretty good at reading her moods. You and Sam were by no means best friends, probably wouldn’t even consider yourselves friends at all, but you both learned to tolerate each other. Sam’s mood was particularly grouching this night, and you didn’t think it had to do with Tara not being home.

“Did Tara mention anything about going out?” you asked. You tried to keep your tone nonchalant just in case Tara had messaged Sam and not you.

“She’s not here?” Sam shouted. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, there went your last strand of hope. “Quinn!” Sam brushed right past you without another glance. “Quinn!”

The noises from the other girl’s room quieted down and a moment later the door creaked open. Quinn came out of her room, still in the middle of pulling her shirt down. “Sorry,” she said. “Were we to loud?” she gestured back at her room.

“Have you seen Tara?”

Quinn opened and closed her mouth a few times. “She came home,” she nodded.

You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes at Quinn. “Where is she?” you asked.

“She went to the Omega Kappa Beta party,” Quinn said hesitantly.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh. “I begged her not to go to that!” Sam said.

You had been there for that conversation, if one could call it that, Tara had asked, Sam had said no, and Tara had started arguing. The argument ended like it always did, you trying to play peacekeeper and Tara storming off to the bedroom. You understood why Tara wanted to go to the party, it was her first year of college and it was probably the biggest frat party going on for Halloween, but you also didn’t disagree with Sam’s decision. You and Sam both worked late, you couldn’t go to the party with Tara, and you didn’t wany anything to happen to her.

“Did she at least take her taser?” Sam asked. You could see her visibly trying not to freak out. Sam had been overprotective, to say the least, ever since last year happened. Tara hadn’t been making it easy, but you could see Sam was truly trying to give her sister the space she desired.

“I cannot speak to how heavily armed Tara is at this fraternity party,” Quinn answered.

You let out another sigh, even before Sam went and found said taser in the bowl on the table by the door you knew Tara hadn’t taken it. Out of all the things Sam asked of her you didn’t think carrying a taser around was too much. You were living in New York, anything could happen at any point in time, that wasn’t even considering the fact that all of you had survived a Ghostface attack. You felt like Tara just didn’t want to carry the taser because Sam wanted her to, just another way of Sam attempting to control her.

“I’m going to look for Tara,” Sam called out, grabbing her keys again.

“Wait,” you called out. “I’m coming with you.” You winced as you jogged to catch up to Sam.

Sam looked down at your knee and back up at you. “Do you need to grab your brace?”

You really wanted to, you probably needed to. You tried not to wear the brace too often; you didn’t want to become reliant on it. You only wore it when you were doing more strenuous activity than usual or if your knee was being particularly bothersome. “No time,” you waved her off. It would only take a moment to put on, but you didn’t want to stop when you had no idea if Tara was alright or not.

Sam hesitated a moment but eventually nodded. You and Sam didn’t exactly have deep and meaningful conversations, but she seemed to be the only one who noticed how much pain your knee caused you. Sam had actually been the one to buy you the brace. You had worked a long shift, your knee causing you more pain than usual after moving nonstop for hours when Sam tossed you the brace while you sat on the couch, your leg propped on the coffee table to rest it a bit.

You followed behind Sam on the way to the party, trying to keep up with her as best as you could. She finally slowed down when you got in front of a large house with music blasting and people spilling out of it. The door was already wide open when you and Sam walked in. Just as the two of you entered you saw some guy holding Tara by the arm and trying to drag her upstairs, with Chad quickly trying to interfere.

Before you could get to her Tara tripped at being dragged up the stairs and Chad yanked the other guy down. The man shoved Chad away and reached for Tara again, but Sam was right there and ready to tase him. Your eyes widened at the action, but you didn’t get a chance to dwell on it for long as Tara pushed past you and stormed out of the frat house.

“Wait,” you called out, quickly following after Tara. “Wait!” you winced as you sidestepped a drunk stumbling up the sidewalk.

“Tara!” Sam called out from behind you. You glanced back to see her and the others following behind.

“Can you just stop for a second?” you tried to ask as nice as possible. Tara was still walking away from all of you at full speed and at this rate she would soon lose you.

“Will you stop!” Sam snapped.

“I can’t believe you,” Tara snapped. She didn’t stop walking away but she slowed down enough to turn and look at Sam. “You just embarrassed me in front of everyone.”

“Come on,” Sam groaned. “That guy was a creep!”

“Nothing was going to happen!” Tara stopped, spinning around to finally face her sister.

“He was trying to take advantage of you!”

“Why do you care?”

You stepped back as Tara and Sam continued to argue back and forth. You eventually tuned them out, all their arguments started to sound the same when it was a weekly occurrence. You caught bits and pieces of the argument, Tara pointing out how Sam was gone for years and now that she was back couldn’t seem to leave Tara alone, while Sam kept trying to bring up seeing a councilor. You asked Tara about talking to a professional once and were quickly shut down, after that you dropped it. As much as you thought talking to someone would help Tara you didn’t want to force her, you just hoped that when she was ready, she’d come to you.

“I’m not going to let my life be defined by three days,” Tara snapped. Something about those particular words seemed to bring your focus back to the conversation.

When you looked up though Tara was already storming off. You jogged to catch up to her despite the protest of your knee. “Hey, look, I get it,” you started when you got to Tara’s side. “But don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?”

“You’re just as bad!” Tara whipped around, making you stop in your tracks. You tried not to flinch at her harsh tone, Tara and you disagreed on things but neither of you had ever raised your voice at each other.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stumbled over your words. Tara was drunk and this clearly wasn’t the time to try having this type of conversation, you just need to keep her calm and get back to the apartment safely. “We just worry about you.”

“Well stop!” That time you did actually flinch at her words. “What happened happened,” she gestured around. “It’s in the past!” she gestured widely with her hand. “I’m trying to move on with my life, you all need to too.”

This time when Tara turned and stormed away you didn’t rush to catch up to her. You stood there for a moment, replaying Tara’s words in your head as the others passed you, Anika giving your shoulder comforting squeeze as she went with Mindy and Chad to catch up with Tara. You watched them walk away, just glad that at least someone was close on the rest of the walk home since Tara wanted nothing to do with you and Sam at the moment.

You sulked the entire way home and up to the top floor of the apartment complex. You were the last one to arrive to the apartment, after Tara told you to back off you took your time, not wanting to put any more strain than necessary on your knee. When you got inside Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Ethan were all on the couch, while Sam was in the kitchen, and Tara was nowhere in sight.

You silently walked through the living room and towards the bathroom. You dug around the medicine cabinet and finally found a bottle of Advil. You went back to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water before making your way to yours and Tara’s room. When you got to the door you gave a small knock.

“Come in,” came a whispered response.

You quietly opened the door and slipped into the room, making sure to shut the door behind you. “You don’t have to knock,” Tara said in a much softer tone than earlier. “It’s your room too.”

You walked further into the room and sat the water and Advil on the dresser. “Wasn’t sure what I was walking into,” you admitted. You leaned your back against the dresser, but your eyes were on the floor instead of Tara.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” she said kindly. “I just…” you glanced up to see her trying to gather her thoughts but quickly dropped your eyes back to the floor. “I don’t need you and Sam both being overprotective and always hovering over everything I do.” You could hear the slight irritation in her voice but unlike earlier she was trying not to snap at you.

“I’m fine,” she insisted again. “I just want to move on.” Tara stood up from the bed and made her way closer to you. “You’ve been different since the attacks last year.” You huffed out a laugh, you weren’t sure how you couldn’t possibly different after what happened. “I just want my girlfriend back,” Tara ran her hand down your arm until it was resting atop of your own hand. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”

“Just three days,” you whispered, still not looking up at Tara.

“What?” Tara asked, you could hear the confusion in her voice.

“Just three days,” you looked up and stared right into her eyes. “That’s what you called it.” Tara furrowed her brow. “Just three days,” you gave a little shrug. “Do you know what I went through in those three days?”

Tears filled your eyes as you stared at Tara, waiting for her to answer you. She never did though, Tara remained silent, she didn’t need to answer you though, you knew she knew the answer to that question. “Within three days,” you continued. “My girlfriend was attacked.” This time it was Tara’s turn to drop her eyes to the floor. “I wasn’t there,” you shook your head. “I wasn’t there while the love of my life was lying there dying,” your voice cracked.

“Now, I get to spend the rest of my life hating myself for not being there,” you continued. “Every time I’m not with you, I worry about what could happen when I’m not there again.” Tara finally glanced up at you again. “Like tonight,” your voice got louder than intended, making Tara flinch ever so slightly. “I was at work, just like year,” you gestured, it wasn’t until this moment that you realized how similarly everything felt to last year. “When I got home, you weren’t here,” your voice almost cracked again. “And I got to run off with Sam to a frat party, only to see you being dragged up the stairs by some douchebag,” your voice got louder when you mentioned the guy from the party. “Once again, a reminder of what can happen when I’m not there,” you shook your head and let out a humorless chuckle.

You looked up at the ceiling as you tried to calm yourself down, willing the tears in your eyes to not fall. “I was also accused of murder last year,” you said without much emotion in your voice. “Accused of hurting you,” your voice cracked again at just the idea of someone thinking you’d ever hurt Tara. “By your friends. The only good thing to happen last year was that you didn’t believe them.” You looked back into Tara’s eyes again. “You never wavered on me.” You could see the love in Tara’s own tear-filled eyes as she clearly listened to every word. “That doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt,” you whispered. “That on top of spending a year being told by your friends I wasn’t good enough for you and your sister coming back and instantly saying the same thing, is that every single one of them jumped on the idea of thinking I was the potential killer.”

You tried not to let it bother you at the time and even after, Tara had believed you and that was all that really mattered. No one ever apologized for accusing you though, even after it was revealed Amber was the one who was a psycho killer, not a single one of the others apologized to you. You didn’t expect an apology from Sam, you would have been more concerned if she did apologize actually. Chad and Mindy didn’t bother either though, you still weren’t close with them, though they had been a little nice to you since everything happened.

“Then on top of everything else,” you whispered. “Within those same three days, I learned who my parents were,” your voice cracked. “I spent my whole life thinking I was unloved, just tossed away like trash,” you gestured with your hand.

“Turns out, I’m the kid of two legacies,” you let out a humorless chuckle. “And my mom abandoned me because she chose her carer over me and my…” you trailed off as you choked on your words.

You cleared your throat and tried to distance any emotion you may have felt from what you were trying to say. “He was the nicest, most loving man there was, who would have done everything he could to be a good father, but he never even knew I existed,” your voice cracked despite your best efforts. “And when he found out.” Your eyes got distant as you remembered back to that day. “He never even got the chance to know me,” you whispered. “Because I pushed him away,” a single tear finally fell from your eyes. “Then he died.” You quickly wiped the tear away. “His last act was saving my life and then he died.”

Before Tara could say anything, you pushed yourself off the dresser and wiped the rest of the tears in your eyes as you walked around to your side of the bed. You grabbed your pillow and looked down, quietly debating if you needed to grab anything else. You shook your head and tucked the pillow under your arm then made your way to the door.

“Where are you going?” Tara asked, gently reaching for your arm before you could make it out of the room.

You sighed and turned to face Tara again. “I’m going to sleep on the couch tonight,” you mumbled. You didn’t wait for her to try apologizing or to talk you out of it, you simply turned on your heel and left the room without another word.

When you got back out to the living room you saw that, thankfully, everyone was gone, having gone home for the night. You dropped your pillow on the side of the couch you wanted to lay on then sat down. This would be the first night you didn’t sleep next to Tara since the attacks, you didn’t want this, but you felt it was needed. Tara wanted space and after tonight you needed time to clear your head, it was better this way.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I will be.” You truly believed that, you knew in your heart that you would be fine, that you and Tara would figure this out, the two of you just needed a small amount of distance, at least for a night to really think about everything. “Are you okay?” you looked over at Sam, suddenly remembering the look she had on her face when entering the apartment earlier.

Sam let out a humorless chuckle and took a seat at the dining table, that’s when you knew it wouldn’t be good. “I got fired.”

“From the diner?” Sam nodded and dropped her head in her hands. In the six months since all of you had gotten to New York Sam had been through several jobs; she was a decent employee it seemed, but something always came up that led to them letting her go.

“We’re looking for another bartender,” you offered. “If you’re interested.”

“You’re dating my little sister,” Sam said. “We live together and knowing I’m not your biggest fan, you seriously think working together is a good idea?”

You shrugged, Sam did sort of have a point. “The money is good.” That wasn’t going to stop from suggesting the idea though. “Besides, we’ll probably be on rotating days, except for when we’re busy,” you added. “We might actually see less of each other.”

Sam smiled at that, seeming to like the idea a little more. “Thanks,” she mumbled as she got up from the dining table and made her way to her own room.

You smiled to yourself then hit the light for the living room. You settled back down on the couch, this time stretching out to take up the whole area. You pulled the blanket down off the back of the couch and wrapped it around yourself. You laid your head back down against your pillow and silently hoped for a rare non-restless sleep as you closed your eyes. You tried not to think about anything that happened earlier and just focused on falling asleep.

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missmeringuemorgue · 4 months ago

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Hello and Welcome!

In this PAC reading we will find out what you can expect for the upcoming 3 months. For those who want to listen to this PAC in audio format, be sure to check this out!🥰

My best wishes and onto the reading…

Group 1

1. I see the beach, so if you don’t live near a beach you could go on a vacation. Now if you do live near a beach, the beach could symbolise renewal: renewal of emotions, renewal of old bonds, renewal of the self and the world around you.

2. A celebration: you might be giving a gift to someone or you could be receiving a gift. Now this gift could be a physical item but it can also be metaphorical, like you receiving a raise at work or bettering your grades at school, for example.

3. The theme of travel keeps popping up and I believe wherever you will travel, it will be significant or something significant will happen that will change the course of events. Like this travel could open new doors for you.

4. These will the months of discoveries, whether it be about yourself, about another or about the world. You could find out about something you wanted an answer to or you could be uncovering a secret of some sort.

5. I see pets, so some of you could be getting a pet or strengthening a bond with the pet that you already have.

6. Cars might be significant. Like you could be getting a car or bettering the car you already have. It could also signify you travelling as I mentioned earlier.

7. I get this sense of serenity. Have you been doing healing work recently? I feel like you have, even if it is unknowingly or unconsciously. You’ve been healing a lot recently and it shows. This healing might bring you the gift you’ve been wanting. I’ve already mentioned you getting a gift but this healing is somehow related to it or to you getting it. Heart chakra healing is significant here. Maybe some of you need to hear it: you’re ready for love. It is safe for you to love. Don’t let your doubts discourage you from finding your forever person. They will come. Trust in yourself and the Divine Power.

8. Summer might be significant. Maybe some of you are born in the summer and it’s definitely a confirmation. Okay I feel as though Divine Powers want to talk about love now. So maybe your person is born in the summer or you’ll meet in summer. Festivals and concerts might be significant.

9. They are saying you need to put yourself out there more. Like go out more, sign up for some classes, create a dating app profile - do whatever feels right but get out of your comfort zone more. This way you might meet your person. If you never try, you never know, right?

10. New Years and the whole month of January might be significant.

11. You could meet someone who will turn out to be a great friend. They might be older than you. Also they have a lot of wisdom to share so be ready for deep conversations.

12. The names ‘Henry’, ‘Harry’, ‘Harriet’, ‘Helena’ come to mind, so this might be the friend’s name you’re going to meet or your person’s. Take it as it resonates.

13. Howl’s Moving Castle might be significant. Like you could be watching a movie with this friend you’re going to meet or with your person and that’s how you’ll know it’s them. Or your story could be significant to the characters in that movie. Again, take it as it resonates.

14. Overall, be ready to be blessed with a celebration and a gift. Better times are ahead.

Group 2

1. You could be experiencing a Tower moment and what I mean by this is…you might be shocked by something, something that will shake up your life: things that are not serving you will be removed whether it be in the form of things, habits or people - everything that has no place in your life anymore will be wiped out and you will get a clean slate.

2. Money might play a significant role. Perhaps the things you lose will be compensated with abundance.

3. Taking care of family’s legacy - you might be asked to do something for your family or your family will ask for your help of some sort. I see it being again related to money. I feel inheritance but not necessarily.

4. This loss that I was talking about earlier, it could be related to a breakup and it’s not necessarily a romantic one. Like something could break your heart which will result in your grieving and it is not necessarily a romantic partner.

5. I feel like you need to start doing something: I keep hearing “have you started?” so whatever it is that you need to be doing, don’t waste any more time and start now. It’s time. Whether it be business, a new career path or doing something you’ve always dreamed of doing. It’s high time you did it.

6. Similar to group 1, don’t isolate yourself. We get it. You like your alone time but don’t forget the people you have around you. Spend some more time with them. Go out. Have fun. The night is still young.

7. I see jewellery, so this could mean the next 3 months will somehow enrich your life and what I mean by that is…you might experience something which will be a rich experience for you and that could be anything: from a relationship of any sort to you getting a promotion at work or bettering your grades at school. It can be anything so be ready!

8. Bunnies might be significant in some way. Also the Year of the Rabbit might be significant, like if you’re born in that year, this could be a confirmation but if not look out for the next Year of the Rabbit because it might be important.

9. The plant juniper or the name ‘Juniper’ might be significant, I’m also hearing the planet ‘Jupiter’. Relating this to astrology, you might be influenced by Jupiter during the next 3 months, and what that means is…Jupiter is associated with growth, healing, prosperity, wealth, good fortune and miracles. So perhaps this heartbreak that I mentioned earlier, you will start healing from it during those next 3 months. Also the wealth could be related to the inheritance that I talked about earlier. Jupiter in the 4th house might be significant meaning you focusing on your family life. Perhaps this is talking about the thing that you will need to do for your family.

10. Your intuition might be heightened during the next 3 months. Like you could be having prophetic dreams, visions or you will be very much drawn to the occult and spirituality.

11. I keep seeing the Sun Tarot card, so even if you experience some downfalls, you will get up even stronger. Don’t give up.

12. I see the wedding scene from the Twilight Saga movies, so perhaps it means you getting proposed to or you getting married but if not that it could also mean you attending someone else’s wedding or your bond with your partner getting stronger. Also it could mean commitment of any sort, so perhaps if you’re single you might get a love offer.

13. You might be getting a glow up and it can mean anything: from a physical glow up to emotional, spiritual glow up.

14. You might be finding out how your crush feels about you, so perhaps this love offer is related to it. Overall, you might experience some bad times but you will get through them and even get one or two blessings!

Group 3

1. I see elephants, India, something far away - a far away land perhaps. If you are from India this is a confirmation, but if not, it could mean you’ll feel renewed in the next 3 months. Elephants are these huge creatures, so they also represent strength. Your strength could be tested or you will gain strength during those 3 months.

2. Something related to your childhood home or your childhood in general. You might feel nostalgic or it could quite literally mean you will travel back to your childhood home or hometown. I see you having some business there.

3. Trees. Growth. Nature. Also the song Autumn Trees by Corpse comes to mind so there might be a message for you in that song. Autumn could also be significant.

4. A fated connection. You might meet someone when you’re back in your hometown. Could be in autumn or during the summer. Virgo season comes to mind or the person you meet might be a Virgo. This connection is not necessarily romantic, at least it won’t start romantically. If it develops into something romantic over time, it’s going to start as a friendship. I see a club/pub and I’m getting two mixed energies so take what resonates. Either you meet this fated connection at the club/pub or it is a warning not to fall into a trap and grab the first person that shows you attention. Or it could be both: the fated connection person will be there but they won’t be the first one showing you attention there. You guys I’m getting you’re very pretty and before you say ‘no, Morgue, I’m not pretty, what are you talking about?’ Just listen. You are, okay. The energy doesn’t lie and believe me when I say you attract a lot of attention whether you’re aware of it or not. So there might be people showing you a lot of attention at that club or a pub, but your person is subtle, they calculate their every move. They are smart and they won’t be some f-boy/f-girl and won’t try to get you into bed right away, you know? The way they speak is very soft, calming, soothing. In fact, they might even be the ones who save you from unwanted attention from other people. Just look for someone gentlemanly/ladylike.

5. There’s a lot of energy around your childhood. A childhood friend might reappear in your life. They might ask you for a favour or for some help. Something related to a house or a home or home life. They might not be doing their best as I feel. Feminine energy but not necessarily female gender because this is just the energy I’m reading. I’m hearing “mother” and “passing”, so maybe for some of you your childhood friend’s mother or a close relative passed away and they need your help of some sort.

6. Astrology. Astronomy. Space. The Universe. I’m hearing “the stars will show the path”, so perhaps this means you might want to look deeper into your birth chart or I’m hearing a birth chart of someone close to you. Perhaps someone you’ve been thinking about lately.

7. Something foreign. So this Virgo person you meet might be a foreigner or at least doesn’t live in the same city or state as you. Okay, something tells me there’s more information on this Virgo that you need to be aware of. Oh, okay. There’s a message from them. They are saying they think you’re awesome. They are saying they will find you attractive on the day you meet but they will play it cool. They are saying they don’t want to rush things because they want this to last.

8. Something about the butterfly emoji. So they might text you a butterfly emoji or you might see a butterfly emoji somewhere as a confirmation. Or I’m also getting that whenever someone mentions a butterfly emoji in a video for example, there might be a message for you in that video.

9. The UK or Ireland might be significant. I’m also getting an island of some sort. You might want to check your astrocartography chart as it might lead you to great places!

10. Something related to your past life that you had during some sort of war or a battle. Medieval times. The Renaissance might be significant. Mona Lisa. Da Vinci. Michelangelo. Galileo Galilei. They all might be significant. Also I’m getting the name ‘Rafael’.

11. The Last Supper. The mural. This might be significant. I’m feeling a museum. So perhaps you will visit a museum and something significant happens when you see the Mona Lisa painting or The Last Supper mural. They are both created by Leonardo da Vinci so he is definitely significant here. I’m not getting a clear message as to why he is significant here, but it’s something related to the festival season, the holidays, like Christmas and the New Years.

12. Code. Egypt. Star Wars or Star Trek. Again the stars mentioned. So there might be something hidden that can be revealed in the stars or the star map. I’m also getting a prayer. So you might have the urge to pray to whatever Higher Power you believe in. They will hear your prayer, don’t worry. But they are also saying that for example if you ask for strength don’t be surprised if you get challenging situations which will help you gain it.

13. I see a farm, so you could be cultivating something, maybe something you have been wanting for a long time. Also you might be starting something that will be beneficial for you, especially career wise. But if it isn’t career it might be related to your life getting easier after a long period of hard work or hardships.

14. Overall, someone from your childhood might be returning but you will also gain some new friends along the way who might even help you with career or life in general.

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tkdb-encyclopedia · 2 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker Lore Timeline

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1974

July: Hanae Numata kills herself and her son Hanao

2020

Unknown: Yu Kunishige vanishes

2021

Unknown: Keiko Takamine gets divorced; Father of Yu Kunishige kills himself ◦ ❖ ◦ July 10th: Suspicious person's report filed against the Unknown Caller

2022

Unknown: Lyca locked up by Darkwick ◦ ❖ ◦ March-ish: Jin's mother dies[1] ◦ ❖ ◦ September: Subaru tasked with investigating Lyca; Obscuary Established September 2nd: Third year students' entrance ceremony

2023

Early August: 4th Years return to Campus[2] End of August: Darkwick Gala occurs; Frostheim wins Laurel Crown One Week Later: Darkwick Graduation ◦ ❖ ◦ September: Second year students' entrance ceremony[3]; Haku transfers to Frostheim[4]

2023 - 2024

Unknown: Immortal inpatient cursed[5]

2024[6]

Unknown: One Eyed Sleeping Beauty Murder occurs[7]; Clash occurs; Zenji killed by rogue anomaly[8]; Darkwick Gala Discontinued; Dionysia escapes; Unknown day marked 8 on Towa's cave; Unknown day marked 0 on Towa's cave; December(?) or February(?) marked unknown number on Towa's cave; Unknown day marked 3 on Towa's cave; Unknown day marked 1 on Towa's cave ◦ ❖ ◦ March-ish: Mister Long Legs impersonation starts; Haru transfers to Jabberwock[9]; Tohma transfers to Frostheim[10]; Yuri transfers to Mortkranken[10] ◦ ❖ ◦ April-ish: Taiga becomes Sinostra captain[11]; Casino opens ◦ ❖ ◦ May: Romeo started hunting Kaito[12] May 4th: Marked an unknown number on Towa's cave ◦ ❖ ◦ June: Inmate 1241 jailed ◦ ❖ ◦ July 15th: Marked an unknown number on Towa's cave July 20th: Takeru dies July 27th: New video uploaded by Takeru ◦ ❖ ◦ End of School Year: Haku transfers to Hotarubi[13] ◦ ❖ ◦ July - August: Complaints about the anomalous dealer in casino begin August: Unknown day marked with unknown number on Towa's cave; Dionysia, Clementia, and Ultio defunct[14] Early August: 4th Years return to Campus[15] August 8th: Marked 0 on Towa's cave August 9th: Marked 10 on Towa's cave August 15th: Marked 8 on Towa's cave August 20th: Jun dies End of August: Darkwick graduation ceremony ◦ ❖ ◦ September: Naoki goes on a low-ranking mission and is cursed. September 3rd: Final concert of MC's fave band, MC cursed[16] September 4th: MC brought to Darkwick[17], Entrance ceremony; Dante starts as Frostheim advisor; Ghoul-Only Captain/Vice-Captain Rule Established; Sinostra put on probation September 5th: First day of class; Frostheim assignment begins; Ren's first day at the diner; Kaito bets this date against the Oblivion Dealer September 6th: MC's first health check; first official investigation day September 7th: MC attempts to run away again; investigation ends September 8th: Celebratory Ball[18] September 12th: YaBoyGhostGuy dies September 18th: Jin applies for boat permit; Sho and Luca almost fight September 19th: Vagastrom Investigation start; Alan and MC investigate the mountain, Leo and Sho investigate the apartment[19] September 20th: Vagastrom investigation day two; Leo and Alan question people; Tohma and Alan talk in private; Vagastrom R&R permits revoked for a month September 21st: MC and Alan question people; Leo livestreams at apartment; Takeru Tulpa destroyed September 22nd: Leo appointed vice-captain; Vagastrom punishment waived September 24th: Haru puts a tracker on Ren September 25th: Marked 5 on Towa's cave September 28th: Boat let out distress signal, crew all died

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October: Inmate 1258 (Vagastrom prologue guy) jailed; Natalie Hunt murdered October 1st: Haru clears Ren's schedule; Calamari acquired and given to Jabberwock[20]; Haru and Towa visit investigation site; Jabberwock boat breaks October 2nd: MC asks Jin for a boat; Haru gets tetanus October 3rd: Odaiba Seaside Park boat pickup; Towa and MC go underwater; Marked as 3 on Towa's cave; Haru passes out October 4th: Haru wakes up; Ren and Haru go underwater; Calamari's mother freed; 34 year old apprentice monk at Gen'enji Temple dies October 5th: Jabberwock case report submitted; Sinostra assignment received; Peekaboo kidnapped October 6th: Sinostra assignment begins; Ren's first day back at the diner; MC and Ritsu discuss laurel crown and get it reinstated October 7th: First time visiting Sinostra; Peekaboo rescued; Kaito gambles with Oblivion Dealer; Kaito kidnapped October 8th: Romeo admits to kidnapping; 20 year old apprentice monk at Gen'enji Temple dies October 9th: Jiro hands over a prototype; Taiga eats the Like Dove; Mortkranken attends a workshop; Anomalous Dealer final showdown occurs October 10th: Sinostra case report finished Mid-October: Day 1: Hotarubi assignment received; Visit to Hotarubi Day 2: First investigation day; We visit Gen'enji Temple Day 3: Investigation continues; MC overhears Alan and Dante; Haku cleanses a ghost; Abbot of Gen'enji Temple dies Day 4: Investigation continues; We all meet Lyca; Cause of deaths discovered and destroyed Day 5: We meet Zenji; Doll registered as a special artefact; case report finished ◦ ❖ ◦ Three Days Ago: Lyca admitted into Darkwick Medical Center Day 1: Lyca sorted into Obscuary; Obscuary assignment received Day 2: Lyca's first day at school; Girl and Barometz meet; Lyca and MC work at Rui's bar; MC visits Towa at the tree Day 3: Investigation at Ome School; Taiga robs the bar; MC learns she will become the Kyklos Day 4: Barometz eats MC; Lyca transforms[21] Day 5: MC healed; Obscuary case report finished ◦ ❖ ◦ October 25th: JobxJob exclusive fanclub stream[22]; Naoki kills himself October 27th: Mortkranken assignment starts[23]; Body found outside of Frostheim; Jiro goes to Obscuary in search of herbal medication October 28th: Visit to Darkwick General; Towa and MC visit tree again October 29th: Return to Darkwick General; Immortal anomaly issue October 30th: Emergency repairs for Darkwick and Darkwick General; Mortkranken case report finished; Mandatory assembly about Gala; Romeo and Sho are given special missions by Hyde

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Early November[24]: Day 1: Sinostra auction mission assigned; Investigation begins; Romeo and MC earn money; Taiga and Ritsu investigate; Taiga and MC eavesdrop on Romeo Day 2: Ritsu and Taiga find Institute Agent; Truth about auction revealed; Mask acquired and eaten Day 3: Case report finished; Taiga visits Hyde ◦ ❖ ◦ Day 1: Graveyard mission assigned; Samhain prep in full swing; First investigation day; MC, Jiro, and Zenji find the ghost child Day 2: Graveyard investigation continues; Arachne anomaly destroyed Day 3: Case Report Finished; Romeo talks to somebody on the phone ◦ ❖ ◦ One Day Ago: Mai and the others arrive at the Takamine mansion Day 1: Samhain's over; Mission assigned; Rui contacts the mansion; Moby buys Christmas concert tickets; Romeo tells Haru 'they' are awaiting sentencing Day 2: Obscuary rides the Bullet Train; First day on the job; Rui and Lyca prepare food while MC and Ed sweep near the front gate Day 3: MC has night duty (laundry task); Ed tries to vampire us; Rui and Lyca continue kitchen duty; MC and Ed clean the library Day 4: Meal night duty; Everyone goes to the basement; truth about Keiko revealed; Rui's curse kills Keiko Day 5: Case report finished; Ed and Towa talk at the tree ◦ ❖ ◦ November 25th: Inmate 1022 burns to death in solitary A Few Days Later: Inmate 1148 dies from a great fall in solitary

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December: Director and Vice Director of National Museum visit France; Man sets himself on fire[25] Early December: Inmate in solitary begins to go crazy December 9th: Prison mission assigned; Subaru offers to babysit Bonnie December 10th: The mission begins; Sho meets the Vagastrom prologue guy again; Alan meets Iwata again December 11th: Alan visits solitary; Subaru struggles with Bonnie; Vagastrom discovers it's a ghost December 12th: Ghost gets caught and killed December 13th: Alan is taken away for murder; we return to Darkwick; Subaru gets an R&R permit December 14th: Case report finished; Alan reveals he murdered Dante to the others Mid December: Day 1: Heater in the Jabberwock dorm breaks; Father Farm investigation permit gotten Day 2: First day of investigation; Towa breaks off his costume horn; Haru and Ren make wishes Day 3: Father Farm closes due to weather; Ritsu sees someone in Jabberwock Day 4: MC sees Towa speaking to the Cat; the god restores Ren and Haru to normal Day 5: Return to Darkwick; Haru visits Taiga ◦ ❖ ◦ Day 1 [26]: Frostheim mission assigned; Tohma catches Leo in the staffroom Day 2: First day of the masquerade; MC encounters the mirror anomaly; Tohma, Alan, Leo, and Jin confrontation occurrs Day 3: Gaspard found dead; Kaito encounters the mirror anomaly; MC and Tohma returned to Darkwick Day 4: Marius found dead; Hugo found dead; Dullahan neutralised Day 5: Case report finished; Jin and Alan talk

2025

Mid-February[27]: Four Days Ago: A Global History of Infectious Diseases opens; National Museum Director kills himself Two Days Ago: CEO's wife kills herself Day 1: Case file recieved; Jiro and MC attend class Day 2: Investigation begins; First visit to the museum; Jiro has a seizure Day 3: Investigation continues; Yuri asks Hyde to make a duplicate mask; Frostheim students confront Yuri Day 4: Yuri fails to treat Jiro; MC sees a woman kill herself; Anomaly revealed as Oui, C'est Bon Day 5: Yuri treats Jiro; Yuri reveals Aizono Hospital's misdiagnosis and coverup Day 6: Case report finished; Hyde calls Romeo ◦ ❖ ◦ March[28]: Day 1: Rui and MC visit library; Hotarubi issued investigation order; We visit Hotarubi Day 4: Interview at Yumeyashiki; Zenji has writer's block; We are hired Day 5: Orientation at the amusement park Day 6: Job begins; MC hears wind Day 7: Yumeyashiki slogan contest; MC encounters caller; Subaru reveals research Day 8: Third day on the job; Subaru is recognised in public; Moby delivers documents Day 9: Subaru and MC encounter Hanae and Hanao Day 10: Hanao dragged away by the ghosts; Case report finished; Subaru stares at scissors at Tree of Severance ◦ ❖ ◦ May: Waves of Love begins filming for the first time May 28th[29]: MC has counselling appointment; MC given Warding Card; Mission assigned; Visit to Dionysia; Mission begins; Lyca fights with the Jabberwock fox May 29th (Artificial World): Romeo is cursed by the Hundun; MC almost dies; Hotel collapses due to rain May 29th (Real World): Haru calls Taiga[30]; Sinostra leaves the Simulated World[31]; Haru finds Lyca at Jabberwock May 30th (Artificial World): Fortune teller killed by Hundun; Taiga takes a call from Haru; Hundun shot by Taiga ◦ ❖ ◦ A Few Days Prior[32]: New interhouse mission assigned; MC asks Benkei to buy a swimsuit After That: Benkei gives MC a nenju bracelet June 17th: Filming for Waves of Love begins; MC meets the Bachelors on the mission (First Impressions); Jiro has an episode; Anomaly appears June 18th: Investigation continues; Second Impression's paintball battle; MC's bracelet explodes; Jin investigates June 19th[32]: Zenji's birthday; Jiro has an episode; Final Impressions (Barbecue + Dinner); Anomaly destroyed; Filming wraps June 20th: Case report finished

Footnotes:

[1] Episode 1, Chapter 30: Masterpiece Newscaster mentions that Jin's mother died two and a half years prior. This is two and a half Calendar years prior, meaning it is roughly in March. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [2] Interestingly, this is a JP note. In Episode 6, Chapter 5, the English has Moby mention that the Gala is at the end of August, when the fourth years return. The Japanese script has Moby saying that the fourth years return when it becomes August to prepare for graduation, and that at the end of that month, the Gala takes place. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [3] Given the fact that the other known entrance ceremonies both take place in September, it is an educated guess that this is the case for the second years as well. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [4] Episode 15, Chapter 25 has Haku mention that he was in Frostheim for a year before transferring to Hotarubi. In Chapter 2, Rui says Haku transferred suddenly after becoming a 2nd year (in the JP text), meaning that it was most likely September when Haku transferred to Frostheim. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [5] Episode 7, Chapter 26 says the immortal inpatient was cursed during a mission 'last year', though whether that is last school year or last calendar year is unclear. If it was last school year, there is still a chance he was cursed in 2023 (if it happened early on in the year). The implication is that he was cursed prior to March 2024, due to Nicolas saying Yuri wouldn't recognise him nor would Jiro. March-April, 2024 is roughly when multiple events related to the Clash occurred, including transfers, so it is likely that it happened before this point, as it would prevent him and Yuri from meeting. As for Jiro, we don't actually know when he was woken from his coma, so… shrugs. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [6] This one is kinda a doozy. Multiple moving parts place the prologue in 2024. To begin, in Episode 15, Chapter 27, there is a Suspicious Person Report filed on July 10th, 2021. In a subsequent chapter, Chapter 29, Haku discusses the disappearance of Yu Kunishige, who vanished five years ago. Following this disappearance, her father kills himself a year later, and becomes the Unknown Caller anomaly. He is a newer anomaly (also mentioned in Ch27) compared to the other ghosts. Assuming the Unknown Caller is already an anomaly (given that he knows Hanao Numata and was not asking about Yu, as reports said he would do when he was alive), this means Yu vanished no later than 2020. And, if Yu vanished in 2020, and her father killed himself in 2021, that would place Episode 15 in 2025, given that Chapter 5 has Zenji mention it is almost blossom season (Blossom season occurred in Late March) and MC explicitly say it is March. This matches up with Episode 14 taking place in February, and Episode 13 taking place in December.

Furthermore, in Episode 16, Chapter 11, Ritsu mentions it has been 266 days since Sinostra was placed on Probation, which would place that chapter in May. It can't be 2024 at the time of that statement because it was a leap year, and it would mean his count is off by one. It can't be earlier either, because of the aforementioned Yu Kunishige issue. That issue is also why it can't be set in the future; if it is 2026, for example, Yu disappeared in 2021, and her father would be looking for her when the report is filed. Similarly, if it was 2027, there would be no report to file, as Yu would not have disappeared at the time of its filing. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [7] Considering how many Clash related events take place in March or April (which is halfway through the school year), it is unfathomable that it wouldn't take place in 2024. Could it hypothetically take place in 2023? I guess so. But there's no reason for there to be a minimum 3 month gap between major events. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [8] MC speculates in Episode 5, Chapter 31 that Zenji's death happened during the Clash. Haku also states that he died during the 'thick of [all the problems last year]', so it was Likely around the Clash era. Zenji also didn't know the gala was cancelled, as that happened after he died. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [9] In Episode 3, Chapter 11, Haru mentions it took him six months to learn Jabberwock's ropes, and later on in Episode 16, Chapter 8 that Haru transferred suddenly, so it was likely in the middle of last school year. However, horrifically, while the English says it took 6 months for him to learn the ropes, the word he uses in Japanese is 半月; half a month. Further investigation into Kansai-ben shows no special other meaning, so... Um. Yeah. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [10] Episode 2, Chapter 26 Leo mentions that Tohma was in Vagastrom until the middle of last school year, which would put it Vaguely In March. This more or less aligns with the Clash. In Episode 1, Chapter 1, Yumiko and another Frostheim student gossip briefly, and mention that people believe Tohma had something to do with Yuri's transfer. I placed them roughly around the same time therefore, but it is totally possible Yuri's transfer happened Earlier or Later.

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[11] In Episode 4, Chapter 10 Ritsu says Taiga became Captain approximately half a year ago. Given that it is October, six months earlier would be April, though as always it could be March that he transfers, given the sheer amount of Clash-specific issues that happen around this time. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [12] Episode 9, Chapter 5 has Kaito reveal that Romeo has been hunting him for half a year at the time of saying that. Once again, given that it is November, and given that the Casino opens roughly around April, and given that Kaito also mentions he didn't see Romeo prior to this, it would make sense that this starts around May. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [13] Once again, Episode 15, Chapter 25 has Haku say he was in Frostheim for a full year before transferring again. Since he is in Hotarubi and seemingly well adapted to it by the beginning of the story, he likely transferred sometime in July or August. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [14] Multiple mentions to when Dionysia became defunct occur, namely Episode 5, Chapter 2 (where it is mentioned they closed last school year) and Episode 16, Chapter 5 (where it is reiterated that Dionysia became defunct at the end of last school year). In the English script, Elias mentions in Ep16 Chapter 7 that Dionysia has been Abandoned for six months, however the JP says that it went defunct Over six months ago, meaning it is still reiterating that Dionysia has been out of commission for quite some time. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [15] Another assumption that this is a yearly event that always reoccurs at the same time every year. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [16] In the Prologue, Chapter 1 it is 7:13pm when MC is on the train coming back (based on timestamps from her group chat). However, in Chapter 3 (and reiterated again in Chapter 4), it is suddenly daytime after MC is cursed. When it is daytime, it is known to be September 4th, and morning based on how much happens during the Prologue in one day, meaning it is likely MC was cursed on September 3rd, and Kisaragi Station OR Kyklos caused time discrepancies.

Another more unhinged reason is that the prophecy says the Whisper of the New Moon would lead the Champion to the isle. In 2024 in Tokyo, the new moon for September occurred September 3rd, roughly around 11pm. Does this moon chart line up with anything else? No, basically just this. However it's a neat coincidence regardless. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [17] In Episode 4, Chapter 21, Kaito says he bet September 5th of that year to the Oblivion Dealer. Later in Chapter 29, he says it was the day after the entrance ceremony, meaning that the entrance ceremony took place September 4th. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [18] Not only does the dates line up with the days that pass throughout the chapters, MC also has the option to bet September 8th of that year in Episode 4, Chapter 24, which is mentioned as the Celebratory Ball in Frostheim. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [19] Once again, Episode 4, Chapter 24 allows MC to wager September 19th, noting it was the Vagastrom undercover investigation where they first used the Fox Robe. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [20] Once again, Episode 4 Chapter 24. MC wagers October 1st, noting it is when she meets Jabberwock.

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[21] In Episode 6, Chapter 34 Edward says it's the full moon that night, which is important for the purpose of reiterating the moon thing is likely a coincidence, given that the full moon for October when this chapter occurs is October 17th, which is genuinely impossible for Obscuary to reach, given that this is the fourth day for Obscuary's investigation, and there's a minimum 3 days timeskip between the end of Hotarubi, which is already a week, and Sinostra ends October 10th. Womp womp. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [22] Interestingly enough, in Episode 5, Chapter 9 Moby mentions needing money by the 25th of the month to pay for a ticket to an exclusive stream, which lead me to believe this is when it takes place. However, the Japanese script says he needs it by the 25th of next month. So shrugs. It's not super important, just strange. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [23] Episode 7, Chapter 7 ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [24] Beyond other dates firmly placing the Episode 8 in November, Ritsu mentions in Episode 16, Chapter 23 that the auction took place in November (in the Japanese script, at least). ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [25] Episode 14, Chapter 27 says that the gap between the Director contracting Oui, C'est Bon and his trip to France was 2 months, meaning it is roughly December when they go. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [26] Episode 13, Chapter 1 has a student mention how it is almost time for the Christmas Ball, meaning it's not yet Christmas, and therefore still December. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [27] In Episode 14, Chapter 7, Kaito says he was hoping to get slightly late Valentines Day sweets from MC, meaning it is somewhere around mid-February. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [28] Episode 15, Chapter 5 ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [29] Episode 16, Chapter 11, Ritsu says it has been 266 days since Sinostra was placed on probation, meaning it is May 28th as of that statement. Furthermore, in Chapter 27 (after a day from Ritsu's perspective), he states it has been exactly 8 months and 25 days since Ritsu entered Sinostra, meaning it is May 29th as of that statement. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [30] This is roughly where I'd place the phone call given the time discrepancy between the simulated world and the outside world.

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[31] Given that they spent no more than 72 hours in the simulated world, they were gone no more than 7.2 hours in the real world. If they left at vaguely 7pm as was mentioned in Chapter 14, that means it is definitely May 29th or 28th. I assumed it'd be the 29th to give ample time for everything to happen, but it could have been the 28th too. Either way. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [32] The exact time of this event is Unknown. It's no more than like, 5 days before, since it's before 'this weekend', but the JP doesn't say like. Waohhhhh one whole day has passed! And also Benkei has to order the swimsuit and have the wrong one arrive with enough time for it to be Too Close To The Leaving Time. So.... Shrugs. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ [33] Episode 17, Chapter 29

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ysvanielle · 1 month ago

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ᩧ ֺ ۪ 　　　"ENEMIES TO LOVERS"

── .✦ ꒰ rin itoshi x f!reader ྀ ꒱ —

of course, every enemies to lovers starts with a group project. and here you and rin were, paired together for a group project! yay, how fun! you thought, scowling. you glanced at rin, gauging his reaction, but oh, when does he ever react much?

the group project was on the topic tired minds, tired grades, how sleep affects school performance and mental health. and how most of the students come to school tired, but not everyone realizing how deeply it impacts our brains, moods, and grades.

after the bell rang, you walked up to rin's desk. "can I have your number, for the project?" as you were thinking about the project, out of everyone in your class, rin was the one always looking burnt out, tired, barely focused in class, and always moody.

but, thank god, your prayers had been answered, and rin, without being pissed off by your presence, wrote his number down on a piece of paper. "thanks", you murmured as he slid the paper towards you.

"come over at 6", rin spoke.

"h-huh? y-your place??" you were a bit surprised.

rin deadpanned you, "yes, my place."

"but I don't think I'll be free around that time.."

"then make time."

he said before he got up from his seat, and walked away.

6:12 pm, your watch read. you sighed, as you knocked on his house, few moments later, the door opened, and you saw a large figure, a guy, few inches taller than you, but not rin, it was the japan:s prodigy, madrid's midfielder, the sae itoshi! you yelped at the sight, eyes widening, of course! how could you forget that rin's elder brother is sae!

sae raised an eyebrow at your yelp, hair tousled, eyebags under his half-lidded eyes. he wasn't surprised to see you, even though he didn't know you.

"you are..?"

"y/n l/n! i am rin's school project partner..! i-is he home..?"

you blurted out in a breath. sae seemed amused, his expression unreadable as he kept his gaze on you. before he could say anything, rin walked in the scene.

"your late."

"r-rin! i-i'm sorry! the- traffic-"

"come in"

sae spoke interrupting you, stepping aside so you could step in.

"t-thank you.."

in rin's room, as you kept on rambling about the project, he just laid on his bed, elbows up, listening and constantly nodding as you kept jotting down the points, you discussed with him.

"sooo.. we could also add when we don’t sleep, our brain can’t focus or store memories well. sleep loss increases cortisol, the stress hormone, and is linked to anxiety and depression in teens..."

you jotted down any points that brainstormed in your head. rin who finally interrupted you, saying:

"i think that's enough for today. let's take a break, i guess."

"o-oh.. alright! do you wanna watch a short film, or something?"

"anything, but comedy."

you agreed, as you opened netflix on your laptop browser, rin said he would go prepare some snacks and popcorn, since you both haven't had anything since you came, and it was almost past 9 pm now. you selected a movie for the both of you to enjoy. as you waited.. and waited.. and waited.. jeez, how long would this guy take!

you had to excuse yourself to use the washroom, so you tried to find your way around. neither did rin have a washroom in his bedroom, nor did he have one outside his room. you discovered a room, across his bedroom thinking it would be the washroom, but you bumped into sae's bedroom!

oh god, there he was, sitting on his bed, shirtless, abs on display, wet towel on his head, patting lightly on his head, trying to dry his damp hair from shower, while he was watching a football match of his.

you squealed, "eeekkkkk!!! omgimsosorryididnotknowthiswasyourbedroom!!!!!!!!"

sae's eyes widened as he deadpanned you, his actions stopped, match paused, eyes on you, expression as always, unreadable.

"it's okay, stop shouting."

you took a deep breath, and began, lowly this time,

"I'm sorry.. sae-san, i thought this was the washroom.."

you finsihed with a pout. making sae chuckle low, your eyebrows raised at his laugh, and he raised his eyebrows too, at you, you giggled.

"the washroom is beside my wardrobe, you can go use it."

you didnt refuse or think twice, and stepped in his washroom, locking the door. after you washed your hands, you stepped out of the washroom, thanked him for letting you use his washroom, and made way to rin's bedroom, he was there, scrolling on his phone.

"where were you?"

ෆ a/n note: hii, this has to be my longest story! i think I'll make a part two of this one!

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historicity-was-already-taken · 5 months ago

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Can’t sleep, and, as is my wont, I fell down a horrifying internet rabbit hole,* this time about September 11, 2001.

I was in seventh grade French class, in the Hudson Valley region of New York, when I got a call from the front office that my mom was there to pick me up. Steven B. commented: “a lot of people are getting picked up this morning!”

My mom was crying, she tried to explain what had happened, but I think my brain kind of rejected what she was saying. I didn’t really get it/appreciate what happened until I was 19 or 20, when I was a collections management intern at the 9/11 Memorial Museum before it opened to the public.

That’s when I finally Got It and everything I’d been repressing. Every year after that I would watch the live news footage from that day on YouTube.

It haunts me, not just because of what happened, but because of what it led to. How much pain, how much grief, how much suffering and war and genocide could have been averted if the FBI and the CIA hadn’t been locked in a power struggle? Where would/could the country be politically if the two orgs had compared intelligence and intervened?

As a historian, I think it’s important avoid binary thinking like “oh a, b, and c happened and that’s why Elon Musk is staging a coup.” It’s obviously much more complex than that. What’s occurring in the USA Federal government is the result of decades of careful GOP planning and strategizing and if we can isolate a cultural moment that “led” to it, it would be the election of Ronald Reagan, and even that is far too simplistic.

Idk, I’m rambling. I don’t consider myself to be old, but it’s almost like I refused to grasp what had happened that day in 2001 because I was cognizant of the fact that something massive, something of global historic import, had just gone down, and my 12 yo brain couldn’t deal with it.

But now I’m 35 and I saw history. And that was the end, I think of the world the Baby Boom generation raised their millennial kids to thrive in.

At some point I binge watched Fringe, and that shot where it’s revealed that Leonard Nimoy is in the parallel universe because the camera pans out and it’s revealed that his office is in one of the WTC towers? I couldn’t breathe for a minute.

*once in grad school the rabbit hole was the genocide in the Balkans in the 90s and everything I read that night is seared into my brain.

ETA: I’m intentionally not discussing that things I saw and learned working for the museum, and my feelings about the deaths which occurred that day. It feels almost…unholy to talk about that stuff online. I don’t believe in god or a higher power, but “holy” is the only word that makes sense there.

#when ur old enough to analyze shit that went down when you were 12 from a historical perspective #tw: 9/11/01 #cw: 9/11/01

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hivemuthur · 6 months ago

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The Game of Teaching Body - Ch. 9.

viktorxfemale!reader explict! (we got there)

AU university, AU modern era, slow burn, frenemies to lovers, teasing, pinning, banter, eventual romance and therefore smut, Viktor is simultaneously a menace and needs a hug, TA Viktor

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.5. | Ch.6. | Ch.7. | Ch.8. | Ch.10. | Ch.11. | Ch.12.

word count: 7,2K!

tag: #the game of teaching body

summary: spoiler: In the timeline of my writing, this is the first sex scene I've ever written on my own. So, what can I say? This is an imperfect story about imperfect people, but I can assure you it has an eventual happy ending.

Cross-posted on AO3 + POV3rd Person Version

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The absolute chaos of Christmas looming spread across the campus like an infectious frenzy. The corridors were decked with the most absurd ornaments the students could scavenge—Santa Claus figurines strung up and dangling upside down from the ceiling of the canteen, Christmas trees adorned with laboratory glassware and angel hair, and a mockery of carols blaring on repeat from the school radio. It was a bizarre fusion of science and art, a perfect encapsulation of the university’s peculiar spirit.

Every student seemed to be racing against time, scrambling to finish their projects and papers before the holidays, determined to return prepared for the looming finals. The labs and library remained open around the clock for anyone desperate enough to study or practise at odd hours.

You and Sue spent every spare moment in the lab classroom, tinkering with projects that needed to be submitted by the semester’s end. Meanwhile, Jayce and Viktor made themselves available to assist and guide anyone who might need their expertise, and the group crossed paths periodically, exchanging polite gestures and jokes to keep up the holiday spirit. Viktor had made a few attempts to talk to you after his mortifying text message, but you did your best to ignore him.

Which made your current situation, to say the least, far from ideal. Sue was rushing you to jot down all the points before she had to dash off and tend to a project for another class. The two of you huffed at each other, frustration starting to take its toll, until you sighed and said, “Sue, how about I finish this, and you go do your thing? I really don’t mind.” You offered your friend a reassuring smile.

Sue hesitated, narrowing her eyes. “Are you sick of me or something?”

“I’m never sick of you,” you said, placing your hand on Sue’s knee and giving it an affectionate squeeze. “I just think this needs a bit more work, and I can see you’re in a hurry. Honestly, I really don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Okay, I admit my mind is elsewhere. Fine,” Sue sighed in mock defeat. “I’ll do something for you in return, I promise.” She started packing up her things and leaned over to place a hand on your shoulder.

“Just get me a cookie or something,” you replied with a tired smile, gently brushing Sue’s hand away. You figured you’d probably finish the work faster on your own, and you were running out of time anyway. The lab was already emptying, darkness had fallen outside, your eyes burned from staring at the chemicals for so long, and you’d had more than enough for one day.

After Sue left, you resumed your work, determined to finish everything in one evening. The promise of rest and the satisfaction of completion fuelled you. You were so focused on jotting down your thoughts that you didn’t notice when Viktor sat beside you and leaned over your notes.

“Do you... need help?” His voice was unsure, as if he were asking about something else as well.

You hesitated. Help would certainly be welcome, but Viktor’s presence would also make it harder for you to focus. The final equation seemed to balance out the odds. You looked at him—he looked tired yet sharp. He wore the same green jumper he’d had on that night, with a crisp white shirt collar peeking out from underneath it. His scent was fresh and comforting, and his eyes, full of quiet anticipation, were fixed on you as you calculated your decision. You sighed. Yes, you needed help.

“Alright. Shoot me.”

For a split second, Viktor’s face lit up before he leaned in closer. “You’re pretty far along,” he said, his expression thoughtful, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You can dictate, and I’ll translate it into Heimerdinger’s language?”

“That would honestly be perfect,” you admitted, letting out a huff of relief as you turned your attention back to the chaotic scrawl of notes Sue had left behind. Terrible handwriting.

The two of you worked together in near silence, the hum of the lab equipment and the faint scratching of Viktor’s pen the only sounds between you. You found yourself occasionally distracted by the way Viktor’s long fingers moved as he pointed to your results, his low voice guiding you through adjustments. You tried to stay focused, but every now and then, you’d catch yourself glancing at him, his concentration a tether pulling your attention away from your notes.

Viktor, for his part, couldn’t help but steal glances at you. The faint scent of your perfume mixed with the sterile air of the lab, and it made something in his chest feel warm, almost achingly so. He bit his lip nervously whenever he realised he’d been staring too long, forcing his attention back to writing.

It took the two of you longer than either of you had expected, but when you finally wrapped up, the lab was completely empty. You stretched your arms over your head, letting out a soft groan of relief.

“That’s it, then,” you said, your voice tired but satisfied. “Thank you, Viktor. Honestly, I’d still be drowning in that mess if you hadn’t—”

“It’s nothing,” he cut you off gently, placing the pen down and leaning back slightly. He watched as you began gathering your things, clearly ready to leave. But before you could stand, he cleared his throat, his voice softer now. “Hey.”

You paused, looking at him.

“Did you…” He hesitated, the words suddenly harder to push out. He fidgeted with the edge of his notebook. “Did you get my text message?”

Of course, you did. You’d seen his stupid, childish message. The ‘I like you,’ had screamed at you from your phone screen for two weeks now, and you’d both loved it and hated it. Who writes ‘I like you’ like a five-year-old? And not only that, who needs to down an entire bottle of whisky to muster the courage to write ‘I like you’?

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You hadn’t expected this. You shifted awkwardly in your chair, avoiding his gaze. “I did,” you said finally, your voice measured, careful.

Viktor’s expression remained unreadable, but his hands tightened around the notebook in front of him. “And?”

You let out a breath, your lips pressing into a thin line. “And… if I’m to rely on you saying or doing something from the heart only when you get yourself blind drunk, that wouldn’t be the best choice for your health, Viktor,” your voice was quiet, your eyes fixed on the workbench in front of you. “And I don’t want to be bad for your health.” You offered him a faint smile and looked down again. “If it was from the heart, in the first place.”

His brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded, his gaze dropping to the table. “It was.” It was. And it shamed him deeply that, indeed, he’d needed liquid courage to admit it. Only now did it strike him how awful it must have made you feel. “But I have a… rabbit heart.”

“Am I so terrifying?” you felt mockery twisting itself inside you with anger. Why were you so angry, though? You also had a rabbit heart. You often caught yourself knowing exactly what Viktor was going to say because you used the same words in your history of backing out. Was this the universe having a go at you?

“Yes, you scare the living shit out of me,” he huffed out a shaky laugh, lowering his voice. It was probably the biggest truth he’d told you in all this time.

“Well, this can’t be good for your health either, then, no?” Deflect, deflect, deflect, hide yourself behind that joke. Very well done, you.

“I—” Viktor paused, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “Look, I lied. I’m not good with any setup—casual or not. I—” He stopped himself, his eyes flicking briefly to yours before looking away again. He was torn, visibly at war with his own feelings.

You didn’t want to hear him stumble over words again. “Viktor, I get it. It’s fine. We can still be friends?” You tried to search your mind for what you’d want to hear all those times when you told someone politely the relationship wasn’t working for you.

You thought this was it—an offer of friendship. Most people got hurt or annoyed with you, and it made you feel guilty. So, you tried to say something that wouldn’t make him feel guilty. As soon as you said it, you realised that what you actually wanted was for someone not to let you retreat—but it was too late for that.

Viktor took in a shaky breath, his gaze returning to yours, but he still looked uncertain. “I can’t do that,” he said quietly, his voice thick with something you couldn’t quite place. “I can’t be just your friend.” His hands clenched into fists on the table. “I... I’ve tried to be fine with it, but I’m not. I can’t pretend.”

“But I don’t know how to be anything else,” he added after a beat, his mind flicking back to all the times he’d snuck out of someone’s bedroom or when he found himself alone in the morning, in his own cold, sweaty bed. After some time, it became a habit, a quiet indulgence that carried no consequences, and it aligned very well with his main goal: to make his life more than it was meant to be. No distractions, only his goal. Some distractions, but not too many. Only friendships, and here as well, only the stimulating ones. To keep his brain fed, so his soul could starve.

“I have worked… so hard,” he brushed his hand through his hair. “To get where I am. I was meant to fail, and I haven’t failed once. I haven’t failed a single time, aside from some tiny, insignificant stumbles that eventually lead me to answers anyway. So many times I haven’t failed that I don’t think I know how to,” his voice was quiet, as if admitting something shameful. He said it as though any slip-up could cost him everything he’s worked for.

“I… understand,” you said slowly, piecing together the crumbs of information. Viktor didn’t come from a place of love, like you did. He didn’t come from a place of opportunity. He probably had to claw his way through pompous academics who didn’t take him seriously. You understood that part. But what was your part in turning it all to dust—that eluded you. So you didn’t understand, not entirely.

“Do you?” he looked at you longingly, expectantly, and it made your heart ache. What was it that you were supposed to give him now? A promise you would never hurt him? That you would never distract him or drag his mind away from what’s important?

“Viktor, this shouldn’t be so hard, I’m not some mythical creature,” you said, trying to inject a touch of humour into your voice, but it came out thin, brittle.

Viktor’s gaze softened, but the intensity in his eyes remained. He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and steady. “No, you’re not,” he murmured, as if trying to reconcile something inside himself. “But you’re not like anyone else either.”

Your chest tightened at the words, but you quickly pushed it aside, unwilling to let yourself feel vulnerable. You folded your arms across your chest, as if protecting yourself from something you couldn’t name. “I don’t want to be a puzzle for you to solve, Viktor. I don’t want to be some challenge you feel like you need to conquer. That’s not what I’m here for.”

He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he processed your words. He wanted to argue, to convince you that it wasn’t about conquest, that it was about something deeper, but he could tell it wasn’t the right time. Not yet. “I don’t… I don’t think of you like that,” he said, his voice almost too soft, as if afraid to break the fragile moment between you. “I think of you as someone I want to understand, someone who...” He trailed off, unsure of how to finish that sentence, the words feeling too heavy in the air.

You shifted in your seat, your eyes narrowing slightly as you considered his words. There was a vulnerability in his voice, a quiet sincerity that you weren’t used to hearing. You almost wanted to reach out, to ease the tension that hung between you, but you held yourself back.

There was a long, aching pause between you before Viktor cleared his throat and leaned back, trying to break the silence. “So,” he said, the words coming out in a lighter tone, “how many do-overs do you think we can have?”

You rolled your eyes at him, a small, rueful smile tugging at your lips. “I find myself hoping that each one is the last one,” you replied dryly, though your heart wasn’t fully in the jest. “Thank you for all the help.”

Viktor smiled, a faint, almost self-deprecating chuckle escaping him. “Oh, no worries. I’ll see you at the Christmas party?” he asked, his voice a little uncertain, as if he wasn’t sure how you’d respond.

You nodded, your expression softening just slightly. “Yeah, I’ll be there,” you said, your tone neutral, but not dismissive. “Take care, Viktor.”

With that, you parted ways, the lingering tension still hanging between you, neither fully satisfied with the conversation, but both with the understanding that you were somehow still connected—however uncertain that connection was.

You found an unbearable thought gnawing at you—that in this state, the only ‘do-over’ you could count on was friendship, and Viktor couldn’t afford that. Inevitably, it would end with nothing.

***

It wasn’t exactly a party, but the pub was completely packed with people—students, assistants, and random individuals who wandered around campus, their roles in it a complete mystery. Everything was bathed in the warm glow of Christmas decorations, making the space feel even more cramped.

You sat at a small round table with Sue, some familiar faces scattered around, including Jayce and Viktor, who had joined after their TA duties. Sue was mid-sentence when you leaned back in your chair, your eyes wandering. You weren’t in the mood for all the noise tonight. The words blurred around you as you half-listened, your fingers tapping rhythmically on the edge of your glass—a quiet distraction. Viktor was talking to Jayce, his sharp voice cutting through the noise every now and then. His dry wit was always on full display, the kind that kept people around him in that odd mix of awe and wariness.

“You okay?” Sue’s voice brought you back. You blinked, nodding slowly.

“Yeah, just... tired, I guess,” you said, forcing a polite smile as you took a sip of your drink.

The room was hazy with cigarette smoke, the heat becoming unbearable. The whole scene was so unbearably sweet and cozy that it made you flinch. Your eyes kept glancing over to Viktor, who would immediately look away as soon as your gazes met. You kept thinking about what another do-over could look like and felt yourself growing more and more frustrated with the space between you, even though you were sitting so close to each other. You could feel Sue's eyes on you but couldn’t quite explain why you felt this way.

Sue raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Well, if you need to bail early, I totally get it.”

You hesitated, then gave a half shrug. “I think I’ll head out. Just... not feeling it, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Sue replied, offering a quick nod. “See you later?”

“Yeah.” You stood, grabbing your coat from the back of your chair. As you made your way through the maze of tables, you could hear Viktor's voice in the background—just enough to make you pause. You could feel his gaze on you, but you ignored it, focusing instead on the exit.

Viktor watched as you stood and walked away, a wave of frustration rising within him, forming itself into a long sigh. He had tried, hadn’t he? He had said things—things he never said to anyone—but now you were leaving, retreating like always. His jaw tightened, and he felt his fingers curl into fists on the table. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, not after everything. He should’ve known better, but still, your departure stung.

He couldn’t place why, but it felt like you were slipping away just as he was beginning to reach out. You were both so fucking terrible at talking, at letting yourselves feel anything real. Why did it have to be so difficult?

The cold air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, and for a moment, it felt like a relief. The street was quiet, the only sound the crunch of snow beneath your boots. You slid your headphones on and started walking toward the dorms, matching your steps to the rhythm of the song.

You awaited rest and home and being far away from here with utter impatience. Just one more evening of this. Just one more evening of thinking and biting at your own lips, glancing at your phone, and then it would only be your parents, and Hale, and the quiet evenings at Sheffield, for a week.

Against reason, Viktor followed you, his footsteps soft but steady as he stepped out of the pub moments later. His eyes caught sight of your retreating figure, and a small, amused smile played at the corner of his lips. He’d almost not been surprised—almost expected it.

He called out your name, his voice lost to the wind and muffled by the sounds of the night. But you didn’t hear him. Quickening his pace, his breath misted in the cold air. He called again, louder this time, but still, you didn’t turn.

A small part of him considered letting you go, letting you stew in your thoughts, just leaving it for after the break. But the rest of him felt pulled, like a dog on a leash in front of a vet’s door.

You were nearing the entrance to the dorms when you finally paused, taking a deep breath, and tugging your headphones off with a slight wince. The moment you heard your name, you froze, your heart skipping in your chest.

“Hey you!” Viktor’s voice was closer now, cutting through the night. When you turned, you saw him standing at the edge of the walkway, just outside the dorm. His breath came in visible puffs, his chest heaving as if he’d run after you.

“You walk... so fucking fast,” he said, still catching his breath. “I never figured you for the type to run off so bluntly. But I suppose that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” Yes, just laugh it out. Viktor took a few steps forward, leaning heavily on his cane.

“Are you fucking drunk again?” you blinked, your mind racing. You had to admit to yourself that Viktor drunkenly following you from the bar was a coin toss you wouldn’t have bet on. Especially after your last talk. Funny.

“Are you not?” he countered, his words smoother than you expected.

“No. Go back to your pub, Viktor.” Your voice was flat now, each word carefully measured. You exhaled sharply, your shoulders sinking as if the weight of the evening had finally caught up with you. You were so tired of this.

Viktor tilted his head, his smile barely visible in the shadows as he took a step closer. “Eh, make me,” he said softly, though it wasn’t a challenge—not really.

Another step.

“I am so not in the mood for you now,” you muttered, your hands dropping limply by your sides as you turned away, dragging yourself down the corridor toward the elevators. Your voice lacked its usual bite, tinged instead with exhaustion.

“Alright, alright, I’m not drunk, just had one pint. Oh, come on,” Viktor mock-pleaded, his cane tapping lightly against the floor as he quickened his pace to catch up with you. “You won’t see me the entire holiday break.”

“And I will savour every single day of this glorious relief from your constant nagging, poking, your sweet side and your dick side, and having fun at my expense,” you snapped, jabbing the elevator button with increasing impatience, your words punctuated by each press.

You were expecting another joke, but Viktor’s hands gripped your waist firmly, twisting you around. Your breath caught as he pulled you flush against him, the heat of his body sharp against the cold you’d carried in from outside.

“Shut up,” he breathed, his voice raw and ragged as his lips found yours. The kiss was unsteady, heated, and messy, tasting faintly of sweet beer and a frustration that mirrored your own. He panted into your mouth, his lips parting just enough to nip at yours.

“Just… shut up, for once,” he murmured, crowding you against the elevator door. It slid open behind you with a soft chime, and you stumbled inside, Viktor’s cane clattering to the floor as he steadied you against the wall. He pulled your turtleneck down to lick your neck greedily over the bite mark he had left there. His hands quickly found their way under your sweater, and he gasped, bemused by your lack of underwear. “No bra?” Again. A low chuckle rumbled against your skin. “Is that your idea of a Christmas present?”

“Fuck off,” you scoffed, your voice still sharp with lingering anger. Your hands pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but the lack of real force and your hands still gripping his coat tightly betrayed you.

“Are you sure?” Viktor smirked, his grip firm as he tilted your chin up, pressing a lingering, deceptively sweet kiss to your lips. “This is your floor,” he said, his voice agonizingly calm as he stepped back, gesturing toward the elevator doors sliding open.

“Or…” His tone shifted, almost teasing, as he pressed the button to close the doors and send them up to his floor instead. “You could come with me. For real, this time.”

You pulled him wordlessly toward you, offering no resistance—nothing more, nothing less. Words had failed you, but your actions were clear. It was enough. Viktor wanted to say, That’s what I thought, the words teasing the edge of his tongue, but he held them back. Instead, he captured your lips again, kissing frantically. He explored your mouth, swallowing the small sounds you made, the elevator a blur as it carried you upward.

By the time you reached his room, Viktor managed to open the door without breaking the kiss, his cane hanging hooked over his arm. You stumbled inside together, the heat between you growing unbearable, and he pressed you firmly against the door, his hands bracing your hips as his lips moved over yours with unrelenting zeal. You pulled him closer, your breath catching as you managed to rasp, “Bed?”

Viktor chuckled softly against your lips; his tone laced with teasing. “Impatient, are we?” But there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze, the way his hands tightened on your hips as he broke the kiss just long enough to guide you further into the room.

“Fuck you,” you muttered, your voice raw as your fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him with you.

“Yes. Please, fuck me,” Viktor murmured, sweeping you into another fervent kiss as you stumbled toward the bed. “I’m so tired of you not fucking me.”

You scoffed into his mouth. And who is to blame for that? You sunk into the mattress, pulling Viktor with you by his belt, the cane poking your leg.

“Why are you wearing so many clothes?” he whined, his voice laced with frustration as his clumsy hands fumbled with your coat. His hasty movements betrayed him, and in the rush, his knee accidentally pressed against your arm.

“Ow!” you winced, your sharp tone softening as you glanced at his face. The irritation melted away when you saw the unabashed eagerness in his expression, the way his brow furrowed in determination despite his lack of grace. “Is this going to be painful?” you asked, your lips quirking in a faint, teasing smile, though your voice still held a trace of genuine concern.

Viktor froze, blinking down at you like a scolded child. “Only if you want it to be,” he muttered, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leaned back to regroup. His fingers moved more carefully now, peeling the coat off from underneath you with exaggerated precision. “Better?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

Viktor granted you a low chuckle, his lips quirking in that familiar, lopsided smirk. “Ridiculous, perhaps, but effective,” he murmured as he continued with his careful work, peeling away the layers of your clothing like unwrapping a particularly stubborn present.

His own clothes, however, didn’t receive the same treatment. He shed them with reckless abandon, tossing each piece into an ever-growing messy pile near the bed, his leg brace a crown on top of it. His cane clattered softly to the floor as he leaned back for balance, the faintest flush spreading across his cheeks.

Once you were both were bare, he ran his palms gently along your sides and pressed his face to your hip, your belly, your neck, inhaling your skin. “God, you are so infuriating,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your body.

He glued himself to you, his hands roaming wherever they could reach, as if this were the moment he’d been waiting to happen for the longest time. And it was, of course. The decision to toss everything aside and just jump in might have been reckless, but he had no capacity to decide otherwise.

“Infuriating?” you laughed, feigning offense. “Is that the way you treat all of your conquests? Make them follow you around by the nose for months, until your resolve finally breaks after one pint?”

“No, only you,” he replied smoothly, his lips brushing against your collarbone. He added with a sly smirk, “It’s my love language with you.”

“Love?” you repeated, voice laced with teasing incredulity, but the hesitation in your tone betrayed how the word caught you off guard.

“Shut up,” Viktor muttered, his hand gliding up your side as he kissed you, silencing your laughter before you could push further. “Attraction,” he murmured against your neck, his lips pressing a lingering kiss there. “Want,” he added, his teeth grazing your breast, earning a sharp gasp from your mouth. “Admiration,” he said, coming back up to meet your eyes and give you a slow, steady kiss. He took your fingers into his mouth and watched your eyes flutter shut, your lips parting.

His voice dipped lower, teasing, and dangerous. “Anyway, is that not what we have been doing?” His hands explored the meat of your ass with a firm grip, his touch both intoxicating and commanding as he pressed himself flush against your core. He shifted against you with a kind of intimacy that had your breath hitching.

“Have you not been loving me all this time?” His words, soft and taunting, carried a heat that matched the tension thrumming between you. His hand moved down between your thighs to scoop your wetness and lick it off his fingers, as he made sure you were watching. “Ah, it seems,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear, “you’ve been loving me back all along.”

You trembled under him, your breath catching as your hands gripped his shoulders. A quiet plea escaped your lips, barely audible but filled with vulnerability. “Don’t be mean, Viktor.”

For a moment, he stilled, his expression softening as he pulled back to look at you. His golden eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, held a flicker of something warmer, deeper. “Mean?” he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. “No. Not with you.”

The teasing edge in his voice melted away as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, slow and deliberate, as though trying to convey what words couldn’t. He was so bad at talking if you thought he was being mean. His hands cradled your face, and his next words came as a low promise against your skin. “I could never be mean to you.”

You huffed softly, a half-laugh escaping you as memories of all the times he’d actually been mean flitted through your mind. “Liar,” you muttered against his lips, though there was no venom in your tone. Instead, you kissed him back longingly, your fingers threading into his hair as your thighs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer.

Viktor exhaled a shaky breath, his control fraying under your touch. “Perhaps,” he admitted with a faint, self-deprecating smile, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. “But you give as good as you get, don’t you?” he said playfully, reaching over to pull a condom out of his bedside drawer and put it on swiftly. Then, he grabbed a spare pillow to prop his leg. His belly was tied into a knot, teetering on the edge between pain and pleasure, as he placed one hand between where your bodies were going to meet to align himself at the entrance.

He studied your face, as if to check if there was any resistance left. But you only looked at him with wide eyes, your hands fisting the bed sheet. He swept through his body in a final calculation of what could go wrong—he wasn’t drunk, that was a good start. His leg, eh, not perfect, but he should be able to pull this off. Did he want to love you or tease you? He had forgotten which one it was. A shuddery breath escaped him when your bodies finally connected—he entered you slowly, holding back to lay on top of you.

The first thrust was so deliberate, so slow, so overwhelming that you both moaned into each other's mouths. Your brows tied themselves together, your palms stiff in hesitation over his shoulders, as the feeling of relief surged through you. A relief of finally not being empty.

The only movement Viktor allowed himself was the roll of his hips as he sunk inside you, beat after beat. His arms caged you in, one of his hands gripping your shoulder, the other cradling the base of your skull, as he kept your faces close so he could study you, watch you. He stared at you obscenely, taking in your expressions, disbelief wrenching breath out of his lungs. You really wanted him. You were holding him in a vacuous trap, making it hard to pull out and push back in.

And this wasn’t new. People wanted him, he knew that. They wanted him for this—for a fun fuck—and when they continued to want him afterward, it felt like a fluke. So he shut it down. And it made him feel powerful. No, it made him feel weak. It made his weakness powerful. It gave him the power to disappear from it, from himself, to not be present.

The fact that he was present now, attentive, was rather new for him. Not entirely—he’d had a glimpse of what it could be that night when you were high together, but he hadn’t dared breach the boundary of clothing then. This, though, was entirely different. He watched you so carefully, studying every reaction to his touch. He pushed where you gasped and retreated where you winced. Your kisses were as hungry as his, and it made him feel so full. The fuck was more than fun. It made him feel powerful in a way that didn’t make him feel weak.

He tightened his grip, his forehead resting on yours as he buried himself deep inside, thrust after thrust. His mouth open against you, breathing in every gasp, every whimper you were willing to give him. His pace was even, unwavering, as he murmured against your lips, “You’ve been giving me so much grief.”

He locked eyes with you, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze as he added, “But it really feels like you’ve been loving me back. Haven’t you?” His voice was soft, as though waiting for you to answer not just with words, but with the quiet truth in your eyes.

You slid your fingers into his hair, pulling him in for another desperate kiss, and Viktor caught a faint, barely audible ‘yes,’ offered to drown deep in his throat, traveling straight to his heart, as if you were offering him a secret you hadn’t meant to give away. The sound stirred something deep within him, and as you arched against him, your breath catching, he deepened the kiss and quickened his pace. He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, murmuring quiet praises, each word filled with reverence as you moved together toward completion.

He slid one hand to the nape of your neck, another snaked itself between your bodies, his fingers parting you as he whispered softly, “Oh, my girl.” Your eyes fluttered shut, arms wrapping around his shoulders and you muffled your own moan against his mouth, lips and noses brushing against each other. He rubbed lazy circles on your clit, a smile blooming on his face when he felt your back arching beneath him, hips pressing upward to meet his, your cunt clenching around his cock in a tight, needy hug.

He felt your thighs squeezing his hips, your walls fluttering, pulling him deeper inside you, with you. You dug your nails into his shoulders, lips parted pressed against his, foreheads pressed together mingling droplets of sweat into one.

You felt a sudden urge to say, “Thank you,” distorted by a loud moan as you came on his cock, on his fingers, your body tensing up and bending to the sound of his name falling from her lips. It took a long time, and you thought it would never stop, your climax blinding, contorting your body around him with a force to bend and crush.

Viktor’s mind got invaded by a thought of how great it felt to make a girl such as yourself lose control over her own muscles. How it had made him grow taller and bigger, his heart swollen with your grace, his lips bruised from your teeth. Slowly, he worked you through each spasm, and when you were ready, he retreated his hand to wrap both arms around you and buried his face in your neck. His breathing jagged, teeth sinking into your shoulder to not say too much at the sudden tightness around his cock.

His rhythm began to stutter, movements growing urgent by the minute as he buried himself within you up to the hilt. His breath was uneven, his muscles flexing and twisting. He felt your core hugging his cock so tight, he couldn’t hold back his own panting, as if he were a teenager all over again. He moved his face to brush against yours, whispered your name again, voice trembling, and he came with one thick, everlasting pang, whimpering weakly into your mouth.

His body melted into yours with a long, contented sigh, his arms wrapped tightly around you, stomachs and chests pressed, rising and falling together. You stayed like that in silence for a few moments, not moving, just touching, just breathing, just being.

Finally, Viktor rolled you both to the side, his leg hooked over your hip, fingers threading through your hair, and gave you an almost solemn look.

“What is this face?” you asked softly, cupping his cheek and brushing your thumb across his lip.

He sucked on it slowly, not breaking eye contact. “I never thought you would be so…” His voice trailed off for a moment, and just as you braced yourself for another joke, he finished, “wonderful.”

You managed only to whisper a quiet “Viktor—,” your grip tightening around him as the weight of this little praise crushed you. As his eyes crushed you, his warmth crushed you, as you crushed yourself with everything you wanted to say but couldn’t.

Viktor pulled back just a few inches, his gaze searching yours. “Are you going away for Christmas tomorrow?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tentative. Normal.

You nodded slowly, your fingers still tangled in his hair as you answered, “Yeah.”

“Will you stay?” Please, stay. Please don’t have me wake up alone tomorrow. A weakness crept back in.

You nodded against his neck. A quiet breath escaped Viktor’s lips as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, pulling you back against him. He sighed softly, the sound almost like a weight lifting. He didn’t speak for a few moments, just holding you as if afraid you might disappear if he let go.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice quieter now. “I have no idea how I’m going to explain my absence to Sue though.”

Viktor’s lips curled into a playful smirk, and he raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take care of it,” he said, his voice teasing. “I’ll just tell her you got really into the holiday spirit and had to spend the night with your favourite TA.”

You chuckled softly, the tension between you easing just a little. “I’m sure she’ll believe that,” you replied, though the words felt lighter now, softer.

Viktor’s expression shifted to one of mock seriousness as he pulled you a little closer. “But tomorrow, when the morning comes,” he said, his voice lowering slightly, “I’ll have to call it in. You caught me drunk, used me for your advantage,” he paused, his eyes glinting with mischief, “and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.”

You let out a small laugh, your face flushing slightly at the absurdity of the situation. “Selling me out already, I see how this will go,” you said, teasing him back. “I’m sure you won’t mind telling them how you practically begged me to stay the night and cuddle you.”

Viktor smiled, but his eyes softened. “I won’t,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple again, holding you in the quiet aftermath. The moment felt almost unreal—so intimate, so fragile—and yet, there you were. He wouldn’t dare break it by asking for more. And even though Viktor’s chest was still swollen with fear, his mind drifted to sleep in your arms.

Your own mind, however, was restless. As the high of your connection faded, you woke up early, your thoughts gnawing at you. Viktor was fast asleep, his expression so peaceful that you couldn’t believe he had a bad bone in his body. Yet, you had been stabbed so many times. It wasn’t real, was it? It couldn’t be over, just like that. What if he was right, and you weren’t meant to share the awkwardness of the morning? What if he tried to shrug it off once he woke up? Would you survive if he did?

No. You wouldn’t.

Cursing yourself, you slid out of bed, put your clothes back on, and gave Viktor, who was sleeping soundly, one last glance that tore through your soul. And left.

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The morning light crept through the gaps in the blinds, painting pale stripes across the sheets. Viktor stirred, his body heavy and warm, though there was an odd hollowness in the bed. He reached out instinctively, the fog of sleep not yet cleared, his fingers brushing against nothing but the cold fabric of the mattress. His eyes blinked open.

The room was silent.

He sat up slowly, scanning the space, the sense of emptiness clawing at him as the realisation began to take shape. You were gone.

The sheets beside him were rumpled, but the space was cold, long abandoned. For a moment, he stared at the spot you’d occupied, trying to convince himself you might still be here. Perhaps you were in the bathroom, or in his tiny kitchen searching for tea—but no sound of movement met his ears.

A chill crept through his chest, spreading outwards, a tight knot forming in his stomach. You left.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his movements clumsy, hurried, his leg straining without the brace. There had to be something—a note, a message, anything that might explain. The bedside table was empty. The dresser? Nothing. Viktor opened a drawer, then another, rifling through with increasing desperation, though he knew even as he searched how ridiculous it was. You wouldn’t leave a note in a drawer.

His gaze snapped to his phone. He lunged for it, unlocking the screen with trembling fingers. Nothing. No missed calls. No texts.

He stood there in the middle of the room, staring at the empty screen. His chest tightened, his breaths coming faster, each one shallower than the last. Of course.

What had he been thinking? That after all his fumbling, after all his glaring flaws, you would stay? That someone like you, bright and untamed, would want someone like him—a man who could barely navigate his own feelings without tripping over them?

Right. His fingers clenched around the phone, the pressure digging into his palm. How stupid. How painfully, pathetically stupid. How weak.

He sank back onto the bed, his head in his hands. The weight of the silence pressed down on him. Every echo in the room seemed to mock him. The bed felt too big now, the walls closing in too fast. His mind replayed your smile, your laugh, the warmth in your eyes last night, and it made his chest ache. How could you think you’d earned something like this?

And yet, beneath the sinking despair, anger simmered. At himself. At you. At the cruel absurdity of it all. You’d kissed him, held him, and for a brief moment, he’d thought you were standing on equal ground. But the truth was stark now, laid bare in her absence: you’d left. Or maybe that was an equal ground, after all. Now, you were truly even.

A sharp knock at the door jolted him from his spiralling thoughts. He didn’t answer immediately, hoping whoever it was would go away, but the knock came again, louder this time.

“Viktor?” Jayce’s familiar voice called from the other side. “You ready? We’ve got to leave in half an hour, mate.”

Viktor swallowed hard; his throat dry. His hands slowly dropped from his face as he stared at the door. Jayce’s voice was too cheerful, too ordinary, too far removed from the storm brewing inside him. He wanted to shout at him, to tell him to go away, but the words wouldn’t come.

“I’ll be ready,” he croaked after a pause, his voice hoarse and thin.

There was silence on the other side of the door for a moment, then the sound of Jayce’s footsteps retreating down the hall. Viktor exhaled shakily, his gaze drifting back to the rumpled sheets beside him. Forcing himself to move, he stood and began to gather his things. Each motion felt mechanical, hollow. The knot in his chest didn’t loosen, but he pushed it down, swallowing it whole. It was almost Christmas. He had to pretend. At least for a little while longer.

#viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor fanfic #viktor x reader smut #viktor x f!reader #arcane #viktor smut #arcane fanfic #my writing #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #viktor x oc #viktor nation #the game of teaching body

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barbara-gordons-glasses · 2 months ago

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I am an Omni-mark and amber enthusiast, so I have a few little headcanons for their BEAUTIFUL relationship. Pry these out of my cold dead hands and I will resurrect and beat you with a rock

OKAY

1.) Amber and O. Mark met when they were kids and O. Mark was already an outcast because he’s being raised solely by his father. Amber wasn’t weirded out by him like the other kids were so they became close friends.

2.) Once he got his powers, he told her immediately. No keeping secrets. He doesn’t think it’s necessary and he trusts Amber with his life.

3.) He asked her out as SOON as he realized he liked her, which was in late middle school to early high school.

4.) Their first date was a trip around earth, seeing everything Amber’s always wanted to visit. They end their date at a nice restaurant back in Chicago, even though I think O. Mark would want to give her something special. She thought it was enough.

5.) They’re very clingy. O. Mark is more open about it, while as Amber is more relaxed about it, unless they’ve been apart for a while (which is rarely)

6.) O. Mark braids Amber’s hair and uses red and white beads in her hair like his costume

7.) Amber gets excited when O. Mark has a “human” interest such as reading comic books or watching movies and gives all her attention to him if he talks about it so that he feels safe to keep talking

8.) Nolan’s a bitch but he knows his place

9.) the first time Amber met Nolan as O. Mark’s girlfriend, he hated her and she could sense that and gave him the same energy back, thus causing an argument

10.) Amber posts O. Mark all the time (in between posts about the world’s current events ofc) and O. Mark doesn’t even have a social media. If he did, he’d only follow Amber, only post Amber, and would spend all his time stalking Amber’s profiles

11.) O. Mark helps at the soup kitchen all the time, mostly to spend time with Amber but also because he can’t help but feel a little obligated to Earth and its people. Amber cares so much for them, after all

12.) College is rough for them. Not because of O. Mark’s hero work, but because the workload is so huge that they can barely talk. O. Mark would normally dismiss his work to spend time with her, but she threatens not to speak to him until he’s passing his classes, so he HAS to study

13.) O. Mark gets jealous easy, but hides it with anger and silence

14.) Amber doesn’t get jealous often—she’s confident in her relationship and she knows O. Mark will fight a bitch for her

15.) O. Mark, Amber, and William are best friends. O. Mark tolerates William and Amber loves him for his kindness and humor

16.) O. Mark and Amber go on double dates with William and his bf

17.) Amber dominates—I’M SORRY IM SORRY IT’S TRUE PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN

18.) O. Mark proposes during senior year of college and they get married quickly

19.) Nolan leaves earth around the time before they start college, so O. Mark doesn’t have any family on his side to attend the wedding. To make up for that, Amber invites her entire family, her entire friend group, and literally everyone she knows

19.) thanks to her impact, more than a hundred people show up, plenty for O. Mark’s side and her side

20.) the wedding photos are the only proof to everyone (but Amber) that he CAN smile

21.) Once they’re out of college, I like to think Amber became a social worker or something in the field of helping children or the disadvantaged

22.) I suspect Omni-Mark doesn’t want to work but doesn’t want Amber to be the sole provider, so he gets a job as a comic book writer (or artist). He doesn’t tell anyone but Amber but he enjoys it

23.) Amber and O. Mark talk about children often. Amber is for the idea and is willing to accept that her children may have powers and become heroes. O. Mark wants children but it deeply afraid that he’ll accidentally raise them like his dad raised him. He doesn’t want them to go through what he did. Amber assures they won’t.

24.) my personal fav is the moment someone mentions amber (whether it be a villain, hero, kid, adult, teen, whatever) he is FOCUSED. “Amber? Did you say Amber? Amber Bennett Grayson? My Amber? Why do you know her?”

25.) during the invincible war, he travels with the other invincibles to Main Mark’s timeline, which is set in the past. He doesn’t want to be there and he can’t wait to get home to Amber but then he sees her. Not his Amber, but Main Mark’s. She’s younger, still in college, but just as beautiful as ever. He takes her somewhere safe.

26.) his heart hurts when he realizes she’s afraid of him, and it just makes him want his amber back even more

Idk I love mark and amber so much and I NEED more fanfic writers on this relationship. PLEASE.

@seleneprince helped me out with a lot of these!!! 😋🩷🩷 great minds think alike

#amber bennett #invincible #mark grayson #omni mark

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smusherina · 1 year ago

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yard work - chapter 11 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

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Making the scrapbook was cathartic. Remembering the good times, the innocence of your childhood, was as much of a joy as it was painful. The pictures were all quite good quality since Abuela had had a film camera. Some photos had been taken with a digital camera, which had probably originally belonged to the Georges and ended up in your possession somewhere along the way.

Regina and yourself playing in the Georges' backyard and swimming in their pool, beaming smiles directed at the camera. You could almost hear the laughter. I miss when we used to be able to just have fun together like this. I guess it's a part of growing up.

Regina in a white frilly dress, carrying a small basket of flower petals, donning a crown of roses on her head. She was pouting, clearly unimpressed by the whole thing. You hadn't been at the wedding since it was a George event, but Regina's mom had been so elated her daughter had gotten to be the flower girl. I remember I was so jealous you got to go to a wedding and I couldn't. You hated it, though, which was funny. You used to leave the room whenever your mom insisted we watch the tape. I wonder if she still has it.

You sitting with Regina, hip to hip, on plastic chairs while a newlyborn Kylie slept in your laps. Regina, eyes stuck on her baby sister and a thoughtful look on her face, while you looked at the camera with a smile. She's growing up so fast. Don't think I don't know you care about her. There's gonna be a time you'll regret not spending time with her. I already feel it.

Mrs George, Abuela, Regina, Kylie in her mom's arms, and you grouped together at a parking lot. You and Regina had on little graduation gowns and had scrolls in your hands. Elementary school graduation. The summer before middle school. End of an era. I love your mom's clothes, they're so nineties. Does she still have those jeans? You should get ahold of them before somebody else does...

Remember when I sliced my hand open when we were peeling apples? That was a time for sure. I still have the scar!

You taped pictures onto the pages, wrote little things here and there, hoping the labour of your love wouldn't end up in the garbage. Or if it did, Regina would read skim through it first.

I think this album was the first time we agreed on music. Britney Spears really brought us together, huh? We even learned the choreography of Baby One More Time. Mrs George loved it. I bet there's a video of that somewhere.

Mostly the scrapbook was filled with anecdotes about your childhoods together. You did write a letter of sorts on the first page, regarding your intentions with the whole thing.

I made this for you to commemorate the good times we had. You know me regrettably well, so I think you know how I tend to hold onto things. I still have that gaudy pink Build-A-Bear you made me for Valentine's Day that one time. It's one of my most important possessions, only second to the memories we have together. You'll always be a friend to me, Reggie. If not forever, or from now on, then back then. I love you. Yours, Jorts.

You'd pretty much finished the whole thing by the end of the weekend. You spent Monday and Tuesday decorating the front cover, mostly because you purposefully put it off. You cut out letters from magazines and glued them there, painstakingly forming the words Reggie & Jorts. You'd tried to come up with something clever, but making a pun or a dumb joke felt like cheapening the whole album. A simple name made up for with fabulous decorations!

You weren't much of a painter, but you figured it'd be fitting if the album reflected its contents. It was fine if the roses you painted looked like a five-year-old did them. A good majority of the pictures featured you and Regina huddled around a crafts table, similar projects scattered all around you, young with clumsy hands but filled with artistic passion.

The album in itself was an earthy green colour, something Regina undoubtedly found ugly. The flowers brightened it up somewhat, but there was only so much ages-old acrylic paints could do. You outlined some with Sharpies. If you didn't know better, one could assume it looked like that on purpose.

You took it with you to school on Wednesday. You had it weighing your backpack down the whole day. You sweated under all your layers, and by the end of it, you were sure you were sporting some epic pit stains. Gross, but you were so nervous. You hadn't broken into anyone's locker in so long. And it was Regina George's locker.

You loitered around the hallways as they emptied out steadily, people heading home or off to extracurriculars. As you approached Regina's locker, you swallowed down your nervousness and got to work.

It wasn't hard. The combination locks were all old and weak, more of a formality than an actual barrier between one's stuff and a burglar. The lock clicked open easily and you wasted no time in stuffing your album inside.

"Hey!" Just as the resounding click of the lock going back into place came, a voice called out to you. "What are you doing with Regina's locker?"

"Uhh..." Gretchen Wieners stood at the intersection of hallways, hands on her hips and accusatory eyes burning holes in you. You made the swift decision that you did not have time for this. You booked it.

"Hey! Get back here!" Gretchen, surprisingly considering her heels, started after you. "What did you put in it? You cannot prank Regina, or- or, oh, was it a bomb?"

"It's not a bomb!" You shouted over your shoulder, sprinting towards the exit. The aggressive clacking of Gretchen's heels on the floors as she ran after you would surely haunt your nightmares. How could she even keep up with you?

"If it's not a bomb then what!" How was she closing in on you? It seemed like she was not even fazed by your little race, meanwhile, you were already winded. The exit was not that far away, but it felt like miles.

"It's Regina's business now! Ask her tomorrow at school or something!" The doors to freedom approached. "Stop chasing me!"

"Stop running!"

"No!"

You burst out and quickly hopped down the stairs, two at a time. Gretchen was still on your tail, but once she got to the top of the stairs shouted: "Karen! Tackle her!"

You hadn't even noticed Karen fucking Shetty. There was no not noticing her when the girl sprinted at you with perfect athletic form and squashed you like a linebacker.

You collided and flew into the snow. Better than the concrete of the footpath but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Get off of me!" You tried to get out from under her, but Karen was surprisingly dense. She was small but it was as if there were stones in her body instead of organs. "Fuck!"

"Keep her there, Karen, very good."

"Thanks!" Karen beamed, which was a much more common expression on her than the bloodlust she'd shown earlier.

"This has nothing to do with you." You snarled, still wriggling. "This is between Regina and me."

"Whatever's between Regina is between us," Gretchen said, all hoity-toity. "Now, tell me exactly what you put in her locker."

"A fucking photo album." You hissed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. What lie could you come up with? "Our families used to know each other. It's mostly pictures of her, so I just thought to... Return it."

"Oh, that's so nice!" Karen's hold loosened and you went to escape.

"Nuh-uh, not good enough." Just like that, Karen's weight slammed back down onto you. Your breath wooshed out of your lungs.

"What more do you want?" You wheezed out, getting sick and tired of this.

"Why was it in your possession?"

"I don't fucking know! It just was!"

"Hmm. And why couldn't you just give it to her?"

"You think that would've gone well, Gretchen? Seriously?" You turned your head with great effort, staring up at the girl. "Please, just let me go."

"I don't think I believe you." Gretchen squatted next to your head. "We're going back and checking it's what you say it is. And then you might be free to go."

"Fuck you." You hissed but made no move to book it when Karen hauled you up.

"That's not very nice." Karen pointed out.

"I don't want to be nice to Gretchen right now." You had no real issue with Karen, even if she had just tackled you.

"Oh, okay." You couldn't see her when she was holding your wrists behind your back, but you could imagine she was bobbing her head up and down like she was known to do.

You were walked back into the building, going mostly without a fight. Gretchen strutted along proudly as if capturing you was some great victory. Regina had trained her well. You weren't sure if that was impressive or just sad.

"Open it." Gretchen gestured once you were back at Regina's locker.

"I need my hands to do that." You helped out, smiling at Gretchen like she was stupid. Sputtering and offended, she instructed Karen to let go.

Instead of running like you should've, taking the chance you could get out if Karen didn't get a one-up on you, you obediently cracked the code again. Was it selfish that you kind of wanted others to know about you and Regina? Was it totally horrible of you to want to know it was real and have proof of that? Well, if it was, there was no helping it.

Gretchen snatched the album from the locker before you could even think to touch it. Karen sidled up to her, peering over her shoulder as she opened it.

You stood by, waiting for their judgement and looking at the ceiling. There'd been a water leak right there, based on the discolouration. Gross.

"You... You're J. J is for Jorts." Gretchen said. She sounded weird, like hollow or something. "J is for Jorts." She said again, breathy and disbelieving.

"What?" What the fuck was going on?

Karen spoke then. "She talks about J a lot. Like, a lot a lot. A whole lot." You nodded slowly as Karen went on. "J's like, her true love. It's so cute."

"J is not her true love, Karen! They are both girls." Gretchen pointed out. You had to agree. "Are they?" She looked you up and down judgementally.

"Yes. I am a girl." You said. It was true, you were female and around the age that it was acceptable to be referred to as a girl. Even so, it made you distinctly uncomfortable.

"Hmm." Gretchen didn't seem to believe you. Karen was busy cooing at the pictures of small Regina. It was sheer luck they hadn't bothered to read your writings.

"Look, can I go now? I know I'm busted, you're probably gonna confiscate the album, and Regina will never see it. Happy?"

"No. Karen, please put it back in the locker." Gretchen said, not taking her eyes off of you. Karen did as asked with a pout. "What is your relationship with Regina?" The album was back in the locker, but it hadn't been locked again.

"Nothing." And that was true. There was nothing there anymore.

"That's a lie and you know it. If you're J, then you've known each other at least since middle school. Based on the pictures, even longer."

"Who is J?" You asked in exasperation.

"Somebody who she has protected for years now. Somebody who is always better than we could ever be." Gretchen pointed between herself and Karen. "J is important to her."

"Okay, well, good for J, I guess."

"You're so infuriating." Gretchen sighed, pinching the skin between her eyes.

"You aren't the first to tell me that."

"Of course, because Regina has said that to you. Because you've known each other forever. Because you're J."

"Listen, I may look a bit butch, but I have a perfectly ordinary girl name."

"That is not the point!" She spoke fast and high-pitched. "You. It's you. You've been under our noses this entire time! Do you realize how much easier things could've been if you were around?"

"Excuse me?" Now, you were really lost.

"You're excused," Karen said cheerfully. You nodded to her in thanks.

"We could never be as good as you. It was like we were placeholders for the ultimate pretty girl she'd somehow let slip. And it's you. In a flannel and hoodie, ratty jeans, dirty shoes, no fashion sense to speak of. It's you." She said that last part with contempt.

You were reeling. Regina had talked about you to these two. Had compared them to you, cited that you were better. For years she'd done that. She'd never forgotten about you.

"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry Regina's treated you badly." You'd lost the need to defend her, even still. Then again, even if you hadn't, there was little you could argue about with the two she'd tormented the most. "You can probably tell this is something Regina doesn't want coming out."

"What does that matter?" Gretchen asked, eyes far away and legs beginning to pace. "We could- could finally bring her down. Yes. We have J, we have everything she wants. She'll come grovelling."

You took a deep breath. You didn't feel angry, you were too tired to get angry at mean girls at this point. Besides, nobody could rile you up like Regina.

"You're wrong." You put it plainly. "What Regina's been doing to these people, to everyone around her, is wrong. But what I find despicable is how everybody is the same. I know her reasons, I can sympathise with her, but I can't say the same for you. So tell me." You paused to take a deep breath. "Why?"

"I'm not good at riddles, I'm sorry." Karen said, looking genuinely apologetic.

"It's okay, Karen, Gretchen can answer for you both."

"She deserves it." Gretchen said, steel in her tone.

"You sound just like Cady Heron and Janis 'Imi'ike. She hurt them too. What do you think ruining her life will achieve?"

"I'll be the new Regina George."

"Do you hear yourself? You still idolize her. If you're gonna be the new Regina George, it's always going to be a Regina George world. Don't you want to be Gretchen Wieners?"

"No!" She screeched. "Gretchen Wieners is lame, boring, too eager, a slut, desperate-" She took a deep breath.

"Okay." You said. "Why? Because Regina said so? Why would you believe her? She's just the same as you. Look," You pulled the album back out.

"Here we're in the Georges' pool. She would not go to the deep end. Y'know, she refused to even go in without those arm floaties for the longest time. Eventually, some boy made fun of her for them and that was the last time.

"And in this one we're driving back from summer camp. Regina was already tall enough to go without a booster seat, but I wasn't. She'd just thrown the biggest tantrum 'cause Mrs George didn't allow her to take off her seatbelt to sleep. She went out like a light, anyway.

"We're in Six Flags there. We'd just gotten those ice creams and you can see that Regina's isn't sticking to the cone all that well. Right after the shot, it just slid off. Regina was inconsolable. I offered her mine so we could share, and that seemed to be good enough for her but her dad was not having it. He threatened to take us home if she didn't stop crying right then, that it'd be all her fault that their whole family wasted money and time on this stupid trip. Eventually she calmed down and Mr George didn't have to drive us back."

You sighed. "I already tried this with Janis, in a way. I don't think Regina would appreciate me airing out her personal life like this, but... I don't know..." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I just want people to stop making things worse for her. She's been so wrong for so long, and I know I can't keep defending her, but I just don't think revenge will make her regret anything that she's done."

Karen hummed. "My auntie's been teaching me about karma. So, like, if she feels what she's made others feel, then won't that like... Fix her?"

"I don't want to hurt her." You said, resolute. "Maybe, it could be the most effective way to make her see her shortcomings. But I don't want to. I do not want to hurt her." You looked between the two. "And that's where we differ, I guess."

Gretchen didn't say anything, eyes glued to a picture from the Six Flags trip. Regina had mustard and ketchup smeared all over her face while she was holding a napkin to your lips, in the process of wiping your face.

With that, you snatched the album from her hands, deposited it back into the locker and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. Without a word, you began to talk towards the exit. Neither of them followed you or said anything to you.

You couldn't stop people from taking their revenge. You had done your best to be diplomatic. Evoking sympathy in hormonal teenagers wasn't something easily done, or maybe you were just shitty at it, but there was little else you could do. If you went ahead and retaliated, hurt them for hurting someone you cared about, the lines blurred.

You'd just be another mean girl.

Notes: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be the last one, unless I start rambling or something. After that, I'll do a less structured series of epilogues. Loosely related oneshots, that kinda vibe.

Also, my writing assistant stopped working in the middle of this, so if there's stupid typos I'll come fix them later.

I swear to fucking god if the taglist doesn't work I'll start breaking bones.

Taglist: @autorasexy, @wedfan2, @unadulterated-moron, @modernsapphicism , @9unknown0 , @sage-rose2000 , @massive-honkas , @nattys-swiftie , @likefirenrain , @luz-enjoyer , @dandelions4us , @natashamaximoff-69 , @alexkolax , @jareaul0ver , @here4theqts , @charleeeesworld , @natsbiggestfan1 , @brocoliisscared , @yellowwallflowers , @scarlettbitchx , @ayoungexwife , @cyberbonesworld , @syddie-reads , @screechcat , @theenglishswiftie , @gabby-duhh , @sweetmissnothing , @masterofpuppets-10 , @l1lass , @starved-mortal , @nothanksbye07 , @nenas19 , @jvuyii , @starry-night17 , @reneeswife24 , @glorioushamsterqueen , @krononan , @slug-on-bike , @rayisaknight , @chaseatlanticlover91 , @reginassweetheart , @mirage018

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(this is cyber bullying. the cybers are bullying me.)

(anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist there is no gurantee if it'll work, but i'll add you if you want! just comment on this post :) if anybody has any ideas why it's like this, lmk!)

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lovebugrry · 4 months ago

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THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY LUKE HUGHES

YOUNG LUKE & GRACE SERIES MASTERLIST

AGE 9

“Just Jump in Gracie!” Luke said from the lake, where he was standing in the shallow end.

“Lukey I told you that I’m too scared!” you’d both gone through this situation a million times, everytime you both decided to swim in the lake.

Over the years you’d been living in your new Michigan home, you and Luke had become best friends.

If Luke was playing rollerblade hockey with his older brothers, you were sat on the sidewalk drawing with chalk, while watching them. If you were in your living room singing karaoke, Luke was on your couch watching you and laughing.

You guys were inseparable. With both of you guys spending so much time other, your families naturally became extremely close.

Both you and Luke’s mom’s, Evelyn and Ellen, had become best friends and often found themselves drinking wine on the couch as they watched you guys play.

“I promise you’ll be fine Gracie, I’ll catch you,” Luke said using the nickname only he used to address you. Luke had always been understanding of your anxiousness when it came to playing in the lake.

He was really understanding with everything you did, even if you were really clumsy. He helped you a lot when you guys hung out.

If you need help getting something from a high shelf, he was right behind you already grabbing it. If you got upset while playing a board game with Jack, who was often caught cheating, Luke backed you up immediately.

Finally, building up the courage to jump into the lake you closed your eyes and felt the cold water engulf your body.

When you came back up from under the water, you had a huge smile on your face.

“Good job Gracie!” Luke said also smiling while splashing you with water.

AGE 12

When Luke was at hockey practice after school, you found yourself writing stories in your journal.

Journaling was one of the ways you dealt with feeling overwhelmed, even encouraging Luke to do it. Even though you both were extremely young, you knew how much pressure he constantly had on him.

You were continuing to write one of the stories in your journal before you were interrupted by someone walking into your room.

Turning around from your desk that was pointed towards your window, you were faced with Luke, with his hair wet, clearly having just taken a shower, “Geez knock much?”

Luke rolled his eyes and jumped into your bed, “When do I ever?”

“How was practice?” You asked while closing your journal and putting it in your desk drawer.

“Normal,” he replied lazily.

You got up from your desk chair and joined him on your bed, decorated with pink floral sheets.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” You asked, turning in your TV with the remote on your bedside table.

“Sure,” Luke replied getting under the covers on your full size bed.

Turning on a random Disney movie, you both cuddled up under the sheets and fell asleep before the movie even got 30 minutes in.

AGE 14

Starting high school was a big event for any teenager. At least that’s what your mom and Ellen told you.

You had been really anxious about starting highschool. The thought of where you were gonna sit at lunch, who you were gonna have classes with, and how you were going to get to every class plagued your mind for the entirety of summer.

The only thing that was definitive about high school was the fact you were gonna have Luke by your side.

Of course, he had his own friends who played hockey, he was sure to always include you. He knew of your struggles with talking to new people, and you were sure Ellen had told him to make sure you were doing alright.

You never really knew where your problems socially arose from because when you were younger you’d been so open to talking to new people, like Luke.

When you heard knocking on your bedroom door at 8 in the morning, you said “Come in” to whoever it was. Looking through the mirror on your desk to see who it was, you saw Luke who was already ready to go to school.

It was like he feel the anxiety coming off of you, with the way he said “You look beautiful, Gracie, stop worrying.”

AGE 16

The comfort of writing in the journal never left through your high school experience.

While Luke was at hockey practice and hanging out with his friends, you were cuddled up in your bed or at your desk writing in your journal.

Of course you went out sometimes after school, like when you went to Luke’s hockey games and said “Hi” to your friends you ran into, but you always sat with Ellen and sometimes Jim when he could make it.

There was never appeal for you to go out and hang out with big groups of people, you and Luke were different in that way.

Luke was always the first to invite you, but you always declined and he never pushed you to go. He knew you loved your alone time and just hanging out with him, and he respected that.

Writing in your journal, on the couch in the Hughes’ basement you waited for Luke to return home from practice.

Hearing the front door open and close, followed by loud footsteps coming down the stairs you closed your journal.

Expecting only Luke, you were met with Luke and his friend Dylan.

“Oh hey Dylan,” you said not upset, he was one of Luke’s friends who had always been really friendly to you.

That night ended with you three on the couch, laughing so loudly Quinn yelled at you all to shut up from the top of the stairs. And you finding a new friend in Dylan.

LATER THAT YEAR

Along with advancing to writing songs in your journal, you started to post you singing those songs on YouTube.

Nobody except your family and the Hughes family really knew about it, until one of your videos went viral.

Your cover of Clean by Taylor Swift had record companies reaching out to you and asking to meet with you for potential music contracts.

With even Taylor herself reaching out to you for support, and encouraging you to live out your dreams. Mentioning the fact she listening to your original songs that were posted to your channel.

At first, your parents weren’t the biggest fans of shipping you off to LA to pursue music, but being reminded of the fact you had an aunt who worked in the industry helped it.

Eventually they decided it was the best for you to go to LA, and take music seriously.

A/N: the taylor mention is so funny and unrealistic so please take it with a grain of salt🙂‍↕️

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stayblrofficial · 2 months ago

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persevereforahappyending · 1 year ago

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A Legacies Secret |5|

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You just wanted a happy life with your girlfriend but then Ghostface attacks, revealing long thought to be buried family secrets.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.9k+

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Sam had held Tara as she cried, it had been a long time since she got a hug from a member of her own family. Tara almost forgot how nice her big sisters’ hugs were. She had missed Sam like crazy, she still didn’t understand why she left. Tara thought Sam loved her, even when she was struggling, she always treated Tara well, but if she actually cared she wouldn’t have left. It seemed like Tara’s entire family left her at some point, her only constant was you.

Sam was pacing back and forth in front of her hospital bed. It seemed after their emotional reunion; Sam didn’t know how to act now. Tara wasn’t sure how to act either, she was curious where Sam had been, what she had been doing, why she left, it didn’t feel like the right time to bring any of that up though. She was also curious as to why Sam came back, Wes had called her and she came as soon as she learned Tara was hurt, that had to mean Sam cared about her, but if Sam only came back because she was hurt then that meant Sam didn’t actually want to come back.

“So,” Sam said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You and Y/N,” she nodded.

That quickly snapped Tara out of her thoughts. “Yeah, we’re together,” she said, taking on an edge in her voice. “What about it?”

“I just didn’t realize you two knew each other.” Sam’s eyes darted around the room, but Tara could tell Sam wasn’t thrilled about the idea of her relationship with you. “How’d you meet?”

“School,” Tara glared at her sister. She really didn’t appreciate the fact that Sam was gone for five years, left without notice, and was coming back trying to comment on her romantic relationship.

Sam’s eyes snapped to Tara. “She would have been a senior when you were a freshman.”

“Yeah,” Tara rolled her eyes. “We shared a class, we sat next to each other, had to do projects together.” Sam let out a little scoff, clearly not liking the sound of that. “It’s not like we started dating then,” Tara snapped. “We were school friends and then became actual friends the summer after sophomore year when we ended up working together.”

“Oh, you also worked together?” Sam couldn’t hold back her humorless chuckle, the judgement dripping from her voice.

“Yes,” Tara groaned. “Liv and I got summer jobs at the video store. Y/N already worked there and before you ask, they weren’t like my manager or anything.”

Sam closed her eyes, tilting her head to the ceiling. Tara glared at her sister, she hadn’t even been back five minutes and she was already judging her relationship with you. Tara really didn’t understand what the big deal was, you were amazing. The judgement from her friends, from her mom, from Judy, and now from Sam was so unnecessary. All those people claimed to care about Tara, so they should just be happy that you were so good to her, that you loved her and expected nothing from her.

“Don’t you think they’re a little old for you?” Sam sighed. She put a hand to her head as if she was trying to stop an oncoming headache. Tara wasn’t going to back down; Sam was the one who wanted the argument after all.

“Two years!” Tara scoffed, rolling her eyes. Sam opened her eyes, raising an eyebrow at Tara. “Practically three, whatever,” Tara rolled her eyes. Three years was hardly a big age difference.

“I know,” Sam let out a tired sigh. “You’re so young and they’re-where do they even work?”

Tara opened her mouth, the fire in her eyes was fueled solely by defending you. “The bar in town,” she mumbled.

“That’s just great!” Sam threw her hands in the air.

“It’s good money and they need to pay rent!”

“Oh, they have their own place as well, that’s great!” Sam clapped her hands together.

“They’re literally the only person who’s always there for me!” Tara snapped, glaring up at her sister. She didn’t care how much she missed Sam, she would not let Sam say anything bad about you or talk down about her relationship with you. “Even before we started dating, they were there for me, every time mom…” Tara aggressively wiped the tears that had started to fall.

Sam uncrossed her arms, shoving her hands into her pockets. “Tara I-”

“The only reason they’re staying at that that shitty job,” Tara didn’t allow her sister to speak. “Is to help save money, so when I graduate, we can get the hell out of this town.”

Sam’s head snapped up, looking at Tara with wide eyes. “You haven’t graduated yet?” Tara’s eyes fell to where her good hand was picking at the fabric of the hospital blanket.

“Why do you think I’m still here?” Tara asked quietly.

Sam blinked rapidly, shaking her head and gave a little shrug. “I don’t-I thought maybe you were pushing college a year, maybe putting it off because of mom, or Y/N-”

“I got held back,” Tara snapped. “I had to repeat junior year.”

“What?” Sam breathed out. Tara was sure she would have missed it if they weren’t the only two in the room.

“Mom wasn’t doing great,” Tara’s voice got smaller. “I missed too many classes.” Tara watched as Sam closed her eyes and slumped back against the wall across from the hospital bed. “My relationship with Y/N was literally the only good thing to come out of that shitty year. When they saw me struggling, they helped as much as they could, whether it was making sure I had a ride to school or helping me deal with mom, if I needed something, no matter what it was, they were right there.”

Sam nodded; she kept her head pointed towards the floor. “That’s very nice of them.”

“I don’t know what version of them you knew.” Sam finally looked up, meeting Tara’s eyes. “But, the one I know, is someone who would take time out of their day to bring me food, just to make sure I ate, they would stay up after working all day just to help me get all my homework done because they knew I couldn’t have any more missing assignments.”

Tara ignored the way her vision began to blur again as tears filled her eyes. “So, if you’re going to just judge my relationship with her,” Tara said, her voice stronger than she ever imagined it would be with what she was about to say. “Then you can just go back to wherever the hell it is you’ve been hiding.”

Sam’s eyes were once again glued to the floor. “You really trust them,” Sam said, though it didn’t come out as a question.

“With my life,” Tara said without hesitation.

Sam nodded to herself before pushing off the wall. Tara’s eyes tracked her movements as she crossed the room and took the seat you had previously occupied at her bedside. “So, how did you two get together?”

Tara gave her a soft smile. Maybe Sam did miss her after all, maybe coming back wasn’t just because she got attacked, Sam didn’t approve of Tara’s relationship with you, but she was willing to accept it, she was actually asking about you. No one had ever actually asked Tara about how the two of you got together, not without a snide comment following the question at least, or there was always an eyeroll of some sort.

“I had a crush on them for forever,” Tara said, giving a small eyeroll. She thought you were cute from the second she saw you. “We were in photography together.” The class was usually filled with seniors because the teacher was fun, and most students didn’t have the previously needed classes before then, but Tara took nothing but art electives in middle school, so she was able to take it as a freshman.

“They didn’t complain when I sat next to them and they got stuck doing partner projects with me,” she continued. Most seniors would complain about being stuck partnered with a little fourteen-year-old freshman, but you didn’t complain one bit, you even listened to Tara’s ideas of what to photograph, you treated her just like any other peer.

“It was a yearlong class, we became friends,” Tara looked down at her fingers continuing to pick at the blanket. “That December, I turned fifteen, mom went out of town. I’m pretty sure she forgot what day it was, but she was very busy.” Tara shook her head, even after all the years of consistent disappointment she was still making excuses for her mother. “But Y/N learned it was my birthday after I was grumpy all of class, or at least that’s what they said.” Tara pouted; she still didn’t think she had been grumpy.

“That night she knocked on my door, it was the first time we saw each other outside of class.” Tara shook her head at the memory of her opening the front door to see you standing there, an awkward smile on your face as you shifted from foot to foot. “She brought me a cupcake.”

“What are you doing here?” Tara asked, her mouth hanging open as she stared at you. Out of all the people to be knocking on her door she never expected it to be you.

“Oh, I,” you said, chuckling awkwardly as you rubbed a hand on the back of your neck. “I know it’s your birthday and I-” you held out a little plastic container.

Tara furrowed her brow but took the little container from you. She opened the lid, revealing a singular chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing. She looked back up at you, her wide eyes beginning to fill with tears. No one had done anything like that for her before. Her mother forgot her birthday and the last true celebration she ever had was before her father left, before Sam left. Her friends offered to do things with her, Judy would offer to bake for her, and Chad and Mindy’s mom would invite her over for dinner, but it always felt like they pitied her, like they felt bad that none of her family loved her enough to stick around or remember her birthday.

“I-I know it’s not much,” you said, breaking Tara out of her thoughts. “Maybe it’s weird-it’s weird I did this,” you gestured to the cupcake, though your eyes were glued to your shoes, refusing to meet Tara’s gaze. “I just think everyone deserves a little something on their birthday.”

Making sure to be careful of the cupcake in her hands, Tara stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you and flinging an arm around the back of your neck. You froze as soon as her arm went around you but after a second, she felt you slowly relax. You knew what it was like to be alone, your parents gave you up when you were a baby, you never even knew what it was like to have a family. Even though Tara didn’t know what it was like to be an orphan, she knew what it was like to be abandoned by her entire family.

“Thank you,” Tara mumbled before pulling away.

You gave her a soft smile, your eyes flicking down to the floor for a second before meeting her gaze again. “Happy birthday Tara,” you said.

Tara gave you a wave as you made your way back to your car, quietly closing the door once she saw you driving off. A part of her wished you had stayed but just the idea that you had gone out of your way to bring her a cupcake was enough. She took her cupcake to the kitchen, sitting it on the island before picking it up and taking a huge bite. It was perfect and delicious; Tara was going to make sure to do something nice for your birthday as well.

Tara smiled at the memory. You and Tara never talked about that day, the next day at school Tara went to class, she sat next to you, and it was never brought up. You didn’t make a big deal out of what you did for her, she knew it didn’t change anything, but it definitely didn’t help her crush on you. You were nice but she couldn’t even bring herself to classify the two of you as friends, you were just someone who talked to her in class, and yet you were kind enough to go out of your way and get her a cupcake when you realized she didn’t have anyone there on her birthday. Tara never forgot that day though, she knew you didn’t forget about it either because when the two of you became true friends you always managed to get her a chocolate cupcake and it tasted just as good as the first one.

“I didn’t see her after she graduated, not until the next summer,” Tara continued. “I was bored, mom was gone, so I got a summer job at the video store with Liv.”

“Where Y/N happened to work,” Sam said.

Tara nodded. “Ended up bonding over the fact that we were doing all the work while Liv would flirt with guys.” Tara chuckled to herself, she didn’t know how many times she and you were restocking movies and she’d look up to see Liv flirting with someone at the counter. “She would also give me a ride home when we got off at the same time.” Her car rides with you back to her house were her favorite moments of the day, she wasn’t stressed about work, or worried about her mom, she was just at peace with you talking about whatever new movie she had seen, you would listen as she rambled on and on.

“We became actual friends, and I still had my crush,” Tara said. “I would ramble to Amber for hours about her despite Ambers clear disdain for her.” Tara rolled her eyes, even before she got together with you Amber practically hated your guts.

“I wasn’t sure if she liked me back,” Tara admitted. “Not in that way but then on my seventeenth birthday I decided to take a chance.” Tara smiled; it was more like she was talking to herself than to Sam now. “We had a small party, she stuck around to help me clean up and I just kissed her.”

“You don’t have to clean up,” Tara said. “You are technically my guest.”

“And leave the birthday girl to do all the cleaning up?” you asked, spinning around as you continued to walk around filling a trash bag. “That’s just bad manners.”

“Thank you.” Tara grabbed a few more empty cups, bringing them over as you held the trash bag open for her.

“Anytime.” You looked at Tara with the same soft gaze you always did, wearing the same small smile you always seemed to have around her. “Oh!” you dropped the garbage bag and ran to the refrigerator. “Before I forget.” You rummaged around in the fridge before turning around, holding a little plastic container with a chocolate cupcake inside. A shy smile slowly took over Tara’s face as you made your way back towards her. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

You flipped open the lid, then pulled out a little box of candles from your pocket. Tara chuckled as you stuck one of the candles in the cupcake. You brought out a lighter next, lighting the candle and holding out the cupcake towards her. Tara shook her head, hoping her inevitable blush wasn’t noticeable. She closed her eyes before leaning forward and blowing out the candle.

“What did you wish for?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Tara gently took the cupcake out of your hands and sat it on the kitchen island. She looked up at you, letting out a shaky breath for what she was about to do. “For some courage and for you not to be mad at me.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would I-”

Tara reached up, grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. She felt your entire body freeze and just as she was about to pull away you leaned forward, eagerly reciprocating the kiss. Your hands found her waist, instantly pulling her closer to you. Tara smiled into the kiss, feeling you do the same as it went on for a few more seconds.

“We’ve been together ever since,” Tara said, smiling the same way she had the first time she kissed you, the same way she always did when it came to you.

“I can’t say I’m thrilled about your relationship,” Sam said. Tara opened her mouth, ready to go on a tangent about you again but Sam continued before she could get a word out. “But I’ll try to learn to accept it.”

Tara looked up at Sam, giving her a soft smile. “Thank you.”

Sam got up, opening the door to allow you and her boyfriend to come back in. You instantly moved to Tara’s side, silently asking her if everything was okay, not taking a seat by her bedside again until she gave you a small smile. You glanced at Sam who spared you a side glance before going back to talking to her boyfriend. Tara sighed, she knew it would take time for Sam to get used to you being around, which she would have to do if she actually wanted to be a part of Tara’s life.

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mono-blogs-art · 7 months ago

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23.5 - Sapphic Highschool Fluff Done Right

You'd think that a "classic highschool romance" is easy to do - but sometimes what seems easy takes a lot of effort to pull off right. 23.5 is simple, silly, lovingly crafted fluffy excellence with a fantastic cast and will give you butterflies like you didn't expect it to! Here's my full review - totally spoiler free this time!

Summary: Overall: 9/10 - I really, really loved it! Genre: Highschool Rom-Com Watch if you're looking for...: tooth-achingly sweet fluff, a wonderfully diverse and well-developed queer ensemble, a classic teen rom-com that will still get you in your feels Watch out for...: no warnings necessary Length: 12 episodes averaging about 45 mins each Where to watch: GMMTV's YouTube channel, all episodes are available with subs in multiple languages!

Full title "23.5 องศาที่โลกเอียง" (The Earth's Axis Tilts by 23.5 Degrees), based on the novel of the same name by author Blue, the show strides new territory as production company GMMTV's first major lesbian/GL show. It stars "Milk" Pansa Vosbein and "Love" Pattranite Limpatiyakorn, who have previously played sapphic side couples together on other GMMTV shows and now get their time to shine as 23.5's main characters.

Ongsa just moved from Phuket to Bangkok and knows no one at her new highschool - except her older sister, her weird cousin, and Sun, a girl in her new class who she's had a crush on for months. While incredibly awkward in real life, Ongsa's online persona "Earth" is able to communicate with Sun effortlessly and soon, Sun falls for Earth - thinking it's a guy, and not knowing that it's actually Ongsa. At the same time, Ongsa and Sun get closer at school as they try to revive the school's astronomy club with their friends.

If I could just sum up the show in one word it would be silly. It's funny, cute, and whimsical like you'd expect what happens when you revolve around a mostly nerdy and/or awkward cast of teenagers. There are tons of goofy sound effects, cute music ("Tilt", the shows opening title sequence, is the best opening of any GL show I've watched this year), and we get all the classic teen rom-com tropes happening. Just gayer. It was cringey in some parts - mainly why I feel like I can only give this show a 9/10 - but inoffensive to me and I still really enjoyed it.

Ongsa: One of the strongest points this show has is that it has an excellent heroine - Ongsa is incredibly fun and relatable. Whether it's watching her spiral when she gets into something too deep, or fearing for her as she traps herself in an increasingly greater net of lies, she's entertaining and captivating and I found myself really rooting for her through it all. Her decisions feel real and even when she fucks up, you can't help but want to help her. She's kind, but incredibly scared and cowardly too. Milk is great at physical acting, it really makes Ongsa feel like this awkward, lanky teen that wishes nothing more than to have a quiet life but keeps getting into Situations™️. She's just a baby closeted lesbian stuck between her first romantic feelings and the pressure of everyday highschool life, and badly equipped to handle either of those things. Even though she has no idea what she's doing, ever, ultimately she decides to be better and admit that she needs to work on herself, for herself. Ongsa is one of my favourite protagonists of this year, and I think she really deserves it.

Sun: Much like her namesake, Sun is a ray of sunshine. She's popular, pretty, smart, and kind to everyone, not to forget confident and selfless. Also, she drives a cute yellow scooter. You immediately understand why Ongsa has a huge crush on her: she's the classic crush in any highschool rom-com. In the beginning, that's all we really see of her - the way Ongsa sees her through her rose-tinted glasses. But what really makes Sun interesting is what we see in the second half of the series. When things start to go wrong, Sun starts to really open up and becomes touchable. She's easily jealous, irritable, and a bit of a crybaby. Just like Ongsa, communication is hard for her (even if she is doing marginally better than Ongsa), but unlike Ongsa, she thinks she's straight. Seeing her start to put 2 and 2 together about her feelings towards Ongsa is wonderful to watch, and I could watch her little face of queer joy any day on my screen. Sun's side of the story is given just as much thought as Ongsa's is and I'm incredibly happy that we got to see it. She's just too damn cute!!

Side Characters: In my opinion, 23.5 especially shines in its supporting characters - and this is never more true than with Aylin. I think I'm not exaggerating when I say you should watch this show just for her, because she's the best character of the show. I off-handedly referred to her in my summary as Ongsa's "weird cousin" but Aylin honestly deserves an entire essay of her own - I love her so much. Aylin is alone, and she's alright with it. The only people she talks to is her family, and she refers to everyone simply as "human". Aylin is obsessed with finding aliens and spends all of her time with her gadgets trying to receive signals or crafting and researching in her room. She involuntarily gets dragged into Ongsa's love troubles as she becomes her confidant, and although Aylin is stand-off-ish at first she begins to really start caring about Ongsa and the others. What I like about Aylin is that her loner nature or strange hobbies aren't mocked or fixed by the show, she only expands into unfamiliar territories she was too scared or hurt to do before. She starts making friends, she starts sharing her interests, and she falls in love.

Other than Aylin, the most fleshed-out side character is Alpha, Ongsa's older sister. Her little arc of trying to take care of her sister and her younger cousin but also being frustrated at always being left in the dark was nice. Alpha's friends from the student council - Marwin, Ton, and Luna - are also fun, especially Luna, who gets her own sideplot as the first person to befriend Aylin. In Ongsa's class, we also have Tin and Charoen as her first friends at the new school, who quickly figure out that she likes Sun and support her. Each character is distinct and meshes well into the ensemble. And having so many fun characters together makes the show lively and feel real.

I could not leave this review without talking about the side couples. And we get 2 entirely separate sapphic sidestories, additional to OngsaSun's main story.

Nida, Ongsa's English teacher, and Bambam, who is the astronomy club's supervisor, have their own little romance when the kids are asleep. Although both of them are adults, the characters are goofy enough to still fit well into the show's tone - and they are just so stupid and CUTE. I was utterly obsessed with their scenes and I'm glad we got to see them. The actresses are also both trans, so to have a middle-aged, sapphic sideplot about two trans women was heavenly. I could watch a show just about them.

I could say the same thing about the other secondary romance plot, which revolves around Aylin and Luna. In a really interesting way, they are the mirror pair to Ongsa & Sun, fulfilling the Popular Girl X Weird Girl trope, but the dynamic is completely different. Seeing Luna claw her way into Aylin's heart and then have Aylin come out by herself and let Luna in all the way was just kind of a show-stealer. Whenever we got to the two of them, I got giddy. Not to bash OngsaSun in any way - but AylinLuna was my top pair of the show.

Visuals: 23.5 also looks great. The colors are nice, camerawork is good, and like I said, the opening title sequence is amazing also in visuals. It's the one I actually go back to watch and don't mind not skipping. The theme of the solar system, particularily for the Earth & Sun metaphors and the recurring alien theme give everything a nice framing and allows the characters to come together organically. I thought it was used pretty well. We've got so many space lesbians this year, man.

"Is it for me/you?" - Conclusion

Now I'm gonna be totally honest: I've been out of highschool and lost interest in highschool stories for a while, whether it's manga or dramas. I'm just not 17 anymore, and I don't need to revisit my own 17-y.o. drama via proxy. When 23.5 was recommended to me, I wasn't sure if I'd actually end up liking it. And don't get me wrong - although I'm not the target audience, that doesn't mean I don't love that shows like this exist. Quite the opposite actually. There always needs to be more queer stories told for all different kinds of demographics!

All that being said - I went in with low expectations and was blown away just how much I loved 23.5. It is so well made, characters are relatable and taken seriously by the narrative enough for everyone to enjoy, even if I don't have the problem of failing my classes anymore. While all things around highschool anxieties are discussed - your first love, first kiss, bullying, clique anxiety, and what you're going to do after graduating - and maybe that won't be relatable for you, I personally found it all packaged up nicely within the different stories of 23.5. Things like sex and homophobia don't really come up. So if you're looking for something spicier or more angsty, then I suggest you go looking elsewhere. For everyone who's on board though: I highly recommend giving 23.5 a try!

I've been extremely impressed with GMMTV's shows so far - I'm currently watching Pluto and impressed and obsessed with it - and so I'm already excited for Milk & Love's next projects together that have already been announced. 2025 is looking delicious, and I hope they can keep improving further. Until then, my time with 23.5 will remain in good memory.

Thanks for reading! Go enjoy watching, and if you do, leave me a message. Cheers!

^ me when I'm born swagless but forced to be a natural girlcharmer

#23.5 degrees #23.5 the series #thai gl #mono reviews #thai drama #shoutout to the mvp of this review: the official 23.5 twitter.#i've written a few reviews of these shows by now and you guys are the best so far in providing nice episode stills.#so many good ones godbless.

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Here's part 21 of Just Tired! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

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Just Tired - Part 21

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (Mentioned), small sex part, swearing

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Melissa wakes up the next morning and remembers what happened after she left to go see the guy. As she expected, she didn’t enjoy it as much as she does with you. She can’t deny that she’s thought of telling you her feelings, she thought of it all week, since her realisation.

But she just had her world flipped upside down and as much as she wants to be with you, she just can’t. You deserve someone who won’t bring emotional baggage, especially if it’s your first relationship. She then gets up with a groan and she realises she feels lethargic but just gets ready for work. While she was putting her pants on, a sneeze came out. She has a small headache so she took some ibuprofen and then went to work. Melissa walked in the break room and saw everyone there already.

“Hey Melissa.” You greeted her.

“Hey Y/n.” She says as slumps in her chair and you furrow your eyebrows.

“So I saw something interesting on Friday.” Janine says and you look at her.

“And what would that be?” You ask her and she takes her phone and shows you a picture.

“You and Melissa kissing.” She says and Melissa whips her head around. She gets up and goes over and looks at the picture.

“I think that’s a great picture of us, don’t you think Melissa?” You ask her and she nods.

“Ya, pretty good.” She agrees.

“Can you send it to me?” You ask Janine and Janine is looking at you both confused.

“On Friday you both admitted you weren’t together but then I saw you two kissing. Proves you’re liars.” Janine tells you both proudly.

“We aren’t together though, we’re casually dating.” Melissa admits.

“Wait, casually dating?” Jacob asks and you nod. “So you really aren’t together then.” Jacob says and Melissa nods. “And it also explains why you’re always so close.” He adds and you nod.

“Exactly.” You say and Melissa looks at Janine, hoping she’ll stop snooping.

“I’ll send you the picture.” Janine says to you and you smile.

“So, Melissa, has that aunt asked you out?” You ask her on your way to your classrooms and she shakes her head.

“Although I think she offered to pick up the kid everyday as I see her after school, even though the parents are back.” She tells you. “I think she’s playing the long game though, and looking for a relationship.” She adds as you reach your classrooms.

“And you’re not looking for a relationship right now.” You say and she nods, she went to unlock her classroom when she sneezes and you look at her.

“Bless you.” You automatically say.

“Thanks.” She tells you before she finishes unlocking her classroom and opens the door.

You happen to watch her throughout the day and you get increasingly worried. You see her sneezing more, starts coughing at some point, sounds congested and you saw her stumble once. You did ask her at lunch if she was ok but she just nodded and said she’s fine. During last period, you’re looking over your lesson plan when Amaya comes into your classroom, looking nervous.

“Amaya, shouldn’t you be in class?” You ask her.

“Something is wrong with Ms. Schemmenti.” She tells you and you immediately stand up.

“Continue working on your work sheets.” You tell your class and you cross the hall to Melissa’s classroom. You walk in and you see her on her knees at the back of the classroom near a table and a bunch of her students surrounding her. “Everyone, go back to your desks.” You tell them as you push through the crowd and they all go back to their desks but keep looking. “Melissa, hey, what’s wrong?” You ask her and she leans on you.

“I don’t feel good.” She says and you feel her forehead.

“You’re burning up, I think you’re sick.” You tell her and she hums. “There’s 20 minutes left of the day, I can bring your students to my classroom and you can sleep in here.” You offer and she nods but doesn’t respond verbally. “Ok, class, pack your things up, you’re going to my classroom for the rest of the day.” You tell them and they begin packing their things.

“Can you help me to my desk?” She asks you.

“Of course.” You tell her and help her stand up.

“What’s wrong Ms. Schemmenti?” One of her student’s asks her.

“I’m not feeling well, kid, Ms. Y/l/n is going to take you.” She tells them as you help her to her desk.

You sit her at her desk and then her students start making their way to your classroom. Her last student leaves and she lays her head on her desk.

“I’ll tell Barb and she can come help me get you home.” You tell her.

“Thank you.” She says and you nod before you go turn off the lights and close the door.

“Ok, everyone, you can just do whatever for the last 15 minutes.” You tell them and they just start talking to their friends. You take the opportunity to text Barb and tell her what’s going on. When the bell rings to signal the end of the day, you help both yours and Melissa’s students get ready and say goodbye to all of them. As you’re saying goodbye to the last student, you see Barb coming over.

“Hey Barb.” You tell her.

“Hello dear, Melissa is sick?” She asks you and you nod before walking to Melissa’s classroom. You open the door and Melissa is still sleeping at her desk. You walk up to her and gently shake her awake.

“Melissa, the day is over.” You say when she opens her eyes.

“Hey Melissa, I called Gerald, he’ll help me bring you to my place and to bed.” Barb tells her as she goes over to her friend.

“Y/n?” She calls out for you and you move some strands out of her face.

“Ya, Melissa?” You ask her as she brings her head up and rests on your stomach.

“Can you come and help, I-I want you there.” She says and you can tell she’s not used to asking for help.

“Of course, if that’s alright with you Barb.” You say and Barb nods.

“Of course, you’re always welcome, dear.” Barb tells you and then her phone gets a notification. “Gerald is here.” Barb says as she reads the text. You help Melissa stand up and Barb grabs her things and you help her to the parking lot where Gerald was waiting. Gerald helps you bring Melissa to the car and get her strapped in. “I’ll drive Melissa’s car back.” Barb says and Melissa gives her the keys. You see Barb and Gerald pull out of the parking lot and then you do. You end up stopping at the store to get a few things for Melissa. You go in and grab some soup, breathe right strips, cough medicine and vapo rub. You get to Barb’s place and you walk in as they left it unlocked for you and you see there’s no one downstairs. You head up to Melissa’s room and see them tucking Melissa in bed.

“Y/n.” Melissa says as soon as she sees you.

“Hey, I stopped to get you a few things at the store to help you get better.” You tell her and place the bag on her nightstand. You end up handing Barb the soup so she can go get it ready and both her and Gerald leave the room. “When you feel better, you're gonna have a classroom of concerned students.” You say and she hums. “I also got you some cough medicine, breathe right strips and vapo rub.”

“You thought of everything.” She says and you nod.

“That’s what my mom used to get when I was sick.” You tell her and then Barb enters the room with soup and a thermometer.

“Better take her temperature.” She tells you and you nod before you take both things from her. “Let me know if you need anything.” She says before she leaves you two be.

You end up taking her temperature and you stroke her hair as you wait for it beep. It beeps a minute later and you take it out of her mouth and read it.

“101.8.” You say and look at her. “You taught with this high of a temperature?” You ask her and she shrugs. “I knew you were stubborn but this is a new level.” You say before opening the cough medicine. “Now, open up.” You say as you put some on a spoon and hold it close to her mouth.

Melissa shakes her head. “I hate that one.” She says and you arch your eyebrows.

“You can eat the soup after and it’ll take away the taste.” You tell her and she shakes her head. “If you continue acting like one of our students then I’ll treat you like one.” You threaten and she gasps. You take the opportunity and shove it in her mouth and then cover her mouth with your hand so she can’t spit it out. “Swallow.” You say and you see her swallow and then remove your hand.

“You played ruthlessly, I respect you more now.” She says and you giggle as you hand her the soup.

“I did babysitting as a teenager, I’ve had to take care of sick kids before.” You say to her as she begins eating her soup.

“I don’t understand how I’m sick. I haven’t been sick in 5 years, I’m basically immuned from teaching second graders for 15 years.” She complains and you sit beside her.

“I have a theory.” You tell her and she looks at you. “You escaped a manipulative relationship. Your body has been in survival mode for 25 years and now it’s finally healing.” You explain. “I may have read a few things since I discovered your situation.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I like how you care about me.” She says. “I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me and it feels nice.” She says and then she finishes her soup and you take the bowl and place it on the nightstand.

“Of course I’ll take care of you. Now get some rest and I’ll come see you tomorrow.” You tell her and you go to get up but she grabs your wrist.

“Please don’t go.” She says and you see the vulnerability in her eyes and you sigh.

“Melissa, you need rest.” You tell her and she moves some of the blanket before gesturing for you to join her. You lay down in the bed beside her and she lays her head on your chest and wraps an arm around your waist. She then falls asleep and you carefully grab your phone. You text Barb that Melissa is asleep but she’s got you trapped and that you guess you’re staying here. You’re basically treating Melissa like a dog or a cat, you don’t move if they’re asleep on you.

You’re playing a game on your phone and then you feel Melissa’s hand move. You look to see it go on your stomach and then it starts trailing down and you instantly grab her hand. She gasps from the surprise and then looks at you.

“What are you doing?” You ask her.

“The sex I had yesterday wasn’t good.” She admits. “And now I’m horny for you.” She adds and goes to kiss you but you move your head away from her.

“Melissa, you’re sick, you’re not in the right state of mind.” You tell her and she moves to put her leg in between yours and presses it up against your core and you gasp. “Melissa, not when you’re sick.” You say and try not to grind on her thigh.

“I know you want to.” She says and kisses your neck. With your free hand, you wrap it around her and pull her off of you. “Woah!” Melissa yelps in surprise and then pouts. “I thought you loved me!” She complains and you widen your eyes.

“What makes you think that?” You ask her.

“Cause you told me. It was when you were almost asleep and you told me.” She admits and your jaw drops. You didn’t think she heard you but you guess she did.

“Melissa, I care about you a lot, which is why I’m getting you to stop when you’re not thinking straight.” You say.

“But we love each other.” She says and you freeze.

“What?” You ask her, unsure if you heard her right.

“We love each other, so let’s make love.” She repeats and your jaw drops and eyes widen as you stare at her.

“You-you love me?” You ask her and she nods. You were so much in shock that you didn’t register her hand going down your pants and don’t notice until she starts circling your clit and you gasp. “Me-Melissa.” You say with a moan

“Do you want me to stop now?” She asks and gently bites your ear as she applies more pressure on your clit. “Do you want me to-” She starts to say before she quickly removes her hand and runs out of the room, hand on her mouth. You run after her and you reach her just as she starts throwing up and you hold her hair. You hold her hair as she throws up a couple times and you rub her back to provide comfort. When she’s done, she flushes the toilet before she leans back into your body and you wrap an arm around her. “I’m sorry I made you stay here.” She suddenly says and you stroke her hair.

“You don’t need to apologise for that, I didn’t have to stay, I chose to.” You tell her and she lets out a deep breathe before you feel her body shake and you see that’s crying. “Shh, everything is alright.” You tell her as she nuzzles her head on your chest as she continues crying.

“I can’t seem to do anything right.” She says through sobs.

“That’s not true, you’re doing everything you need and want to do.” You tell her.

“I’ve been going on dates and having sex with random people to try and feel something, anything good but all I feel is guilt. Guilt because I can’t admit to the person I want to be with that I love them.” She says. “I can’t admit it to Y/n, the person who’s done nothing but take care of me.” She adds and you can tell she’s delirious.

“How about we get you to bed while you continue?” You tell her and she nods before you help her up.

“You can’t tell Y/n any of this. I’m not ready to admit it yet.” She says as she gets in the bed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell her anything.” You promise her and then tuck her in. “Now, get some more rest, I’ll be right downstairs if you need anything.” You tell her and she nods before you press a kiss to her forehead. You then leave her room and then go downstairs where Gerald and Barb are watching tv.

“How is she?” Barb asks you.

“She’s sleeping right now. I think she has the flu. She threw up, she’s delirious and really congested.” You say and she nods. “Can I ask you something?” You ask her and she nods. “Melissa said something but she didn’t realise she was talking to me.” You start and she looks at you. “She said that she loves me, do you think it’s true?” You ask her and Barb and Gerald don’t know what to say. “I mean I know she was delirious but-” You start to say and then you look at them and see their faces. “Oh my god, it is true isn’t it?” You ask them and Barb nods.

“She didn’t want to tell you, especially with her court date so close.” Barb admits and then your phone gets a notification. You grab it out of your pocket and look at it.

Melissa: Where are u?

“It’s Melissa, she needs me.” You tell her.

“Y/n, don’t tell her that she told you that she loves you. When she realised she'd fallen for you, she was crying.” Barb tells you and you nod.

You go upstairs and you see Melissa there and the blankets are on the floor. You go pick them up before you put them on her again but she kicks them off.

“It’s so hot.” She says and you feel her forehead again and she seems hotter.

“I’m going to take your temperature again.” You say and put the thermometer in her mouth. It beeps after a minute and you look at it. “102.6. If it reaches 103 then I’m taking you to the hospital.” You tell her.

“Get me out of these clothes, I can’t breathe.” She says and you take her top and pants off. You then go to the bathroom and put a cloth under cold water before coming back and place it on the back of her neck.

“How’s that?” You ask her as you gather all her hair and place it on the pillow, away from her body.

“Still hot but it feels nice.” She says and then you take her bra and underwear off. You take the cloth and go and put it under cold water again before placing it on the back of her neck again. You then pick up the sheet from the floor, keeping the comforter on the floor, and place it on her.

“By the way, nice body pillow you have there.” You tell her, trying to keep her attention off of how hot she feels.

“I like to cuddle and don’t always have someone to cuddle with.” She tells you and you hum.

“Getting a body pillow was smart then.” You say and she nods.

“I know you’re trying to distract me.” She confesses and you smile.

“You’re too smart sometimes.” You say and she smiles. “Do you feel like you can breathe again?” You ask and she nods. “Ok, I’m going to take your temperature again.” You say and stick the thermometer in her mouth. It beeps after a minute and you take it and look at it. “101.9. Thankfully it’s gone down, looks like you had a temperature spike.”

“Wasn’t fun.” She says and you chuckle.

“Usually it’s not.” You tell her. “I’m gonna put some vapo rub on your chest and a breathe right strip on your nose so you can breathe better while sleeping.” You tell her and she nods. You then grab the breathe right strips and take one out before gently placing it on her nose. You hold it there for about 30 seconds before you let go and then get the vapo rub. You put some on your fingers before you begin applying it on her chest. “How’s that?” You ask her.

“Feel like I can breathe normally.” She says and you move some hair out of her face.

“That’s good then.”

“Can you put the comforter back on the bed? I’m getting cold.” She asks and you immediately do that. You tuck her in and she looks at you with puppy dog eyes the entire time.

“You want to cuddle with me don’t you?” You ask her and she nods. You then take off your shirt and pants before you join her in the bed. She immediately attaches herself to you and you wrap an arm around her.

“Can you take this off?” She asks as she has a hand on your bra. “It’s not comfortable to sleep on.” She adds and you unclip your bra and take it off before she nuzzles her head on your chest.

“Better?” You ask her and she nods before she falls asleep. You look at her as she’s asleep and you can’t help but smile at how beautiful she looks, even when sick. You then remember her delirious confession before you sigh and look up at the ceiling.

“What the fuck am I doing?”

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