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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 4 years ago

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One Way Or Another

Request: Hi there, I was wondering if I could get a Professor Snape x reader please? Where the reader is a fellow professor who just started at Hogwarts & they're married but no one knows about it, not even Dumbledore. And as time goes on, staff gets suspicious as wherever reader is, Snape isn't far behind. Students gets suspicious as with reader around, Snape seems much more pleasant to be around & doesn't snap as much. Until one day, something happened revealing their relationship. Your choice. TQ x

Warnings: age gap(?), you’re 21 and Snape is 38 (book/movie canon age)

Note: colin creevey is alive in this!!! that b didn’t deserve to die so im bringing him back. also, sorry I’ve been MIA lately, I literally feel as if I’m losing sense of time during quarantine, lol. I hope you guys enjoy this! WEAR YOUR MASKS!

It wasn’t very often that the students of Hogwarts saw Severus Snape smile; the times they did, it was probably when Slytherin won House Points or Gryfindor got in trouble for something. Either way, the chances of seeing him smile were incredibly rare.

Until you started teaching there.

Professor Flitwick had lived his prime, teaching Charms for a multitude of years and deciding to give his position to a student who graduated about 3 years ago. He remembered you, knowing you were top of his class and actually wanted to pursue a career in Charms later in life. So when he felt like his time was overspent at Hogwarts, an owl was sent your way immediately.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Severus was surprised at first when the letter for you arrived at his doorstep - you usually never get mail. However, when he saw who it was from, he was even more confused. Professor Flitwick?

Well yes, he knew you were top of Flitwick’s class - and his, too, if he wants to brag - but did you still keep in touch with him?

Somehow summoning you, you came in through the front door, carrying a couple bags worth from a few stores within Hogsmeade. You knew Diagon Alley would be crowded with new - and current students - looking for school supplies, so you decided to go to the small town instead.

Seeing your husband standing at the kitchen table looking at something quite confusingly, you set your bags down and headed over to him; “everything alright, my love?”

Taking a glance at what he was holding in his hands, you hummed, “ah, Professor Flitwick. He and I have been talking about me taking his place this year at Hogwarts.”

Severus glanced over at you as you took the envelope from his hands, “really? Darling, how come this is the first time I’m hearing this?”

You shrugged, “well I haven’t said yes yet, so I didn’t want you to get hopeful. . .or upset that I was even considering it.” Digging your nail into the crevis of the envelope, you slid it across, opening the letter.

Your husband tilted his head, “why would I be upset? I’d love to see you at work every day.”

Giggling, you set the letter down and wrapped your arms around your husband’s waist, “and have you give up your big, bad persona? People would know you’re a giant teddy bear, Severus!”

He frowned, but a playful grin played on his lips, “looks like nobody can know that we’re married then.” His hands played at your hair as you laughed.

“Does this mean I’ll have to temporarily go back to L/N?” you asked, sticking your bottom lip out.

Severus pulled you off his waist, “even Dumbledore doesn’t know that we are married, love. Looks like you’re Miss/Mister L/N on the streets, and -”

“Severus Snape, you finish that sentence and I will embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

You got back to Flitwick right away - and of course, the answer was yes.

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The first few months were a bit rocky, of course, as you couldn’t go and kiss your husband like it was any regular thing. Students knew Severus Snape as a brooding, angry, mean old man and it was a bit sad to see (and hear) the way they would talk and react to your husband.

You talked to him about it once before, suggesting that he just show them who he really is, that he isn’t what they say. But he always shook his head and said it never bothered him in the first place - so why change?

When you first started to get recognized by students, it was odd. You thought you’d be forgotten, or you were such an insignificant person in their lives that it truly wouldn’t matter if you were their new teacher or not. However, that wasn’t the case.

Students, especially 5th years, now 8th years, certainly remembered you for your Charms skill and increasing wins in duels around campus. It made you laugh - you forgot how careless you were. You’d have to ask Severus if that’s what attracted him to you in the first place.

Then, when students would start making comments about how much time you spent with Professor Snape did you realize how quickly your face flushes.

“He just needs a friend, is all,” you’d respond, making students raise an eyebrow.

Colin Creevey, an absolutely adorable little blonde-haired boy, always nodded along with you if your husband was ever brought up in conversation, “nobody deserves to sit alone at meals or have no friends.”

When that happened many times, you remember pulling Colin aside and having a conversation with him and saying how right he was - nobody deserved to have nobody.

Maybe it was a mistake telling poor wee Colin - the kid was known for taking pictures and writing articles about everybody and everything. However, he didn’t know any better. For sure, he thought everyone knew you and Severus were married - why would it be kept a secret?

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You and Severus were in the library when you first began to hear the ruckus, the rumors, the whispers. Madam Pince had warned students several times about their volume, but the gossip they were hearing and spreading was just too good.

Once the whispers started to form into real words for you to hear, you were not expecting to hear the rumor - well, truth - that you and Professor Snape were married.

Severus’ head picked up at the words while you looked anywhere but him, “oh, we’re married now, huh?”

You turned to your husband, “finding trustworthy kids nowadays is difficult.”

He snickered, “who’d you tell this awful little secret to, little dove?”

You played with a pencil in your hands, “Colin Creevey.”

Severus laughed, making a few students look over and do a double-take - why it was Professor Snape and Professor L/N - the two they were talking about. And Professor L/N just made Snape laugh? Was it true?

You smacked Severus’ arm, “would you shut it? I thought he was adorable - he always stuck up for you whenever others were trash-talking you.”

Your husband pulled you close to him, head resting on his clavicle, “I’m sorry, my love, but Creevey of all people? The little worm carries a camera with him everywhere.”

“And I have one right now, if you don’t mind!”

Severus and you jumped, not seeing Colin come up beside you both. Sitting up straight, you looked at Colin, “Colin, sweetheart, why would you go around telling everyone that Professor Snape and I are married?”

Colin looked confused, “well, I thought by the way you talked about him all the time, you’d want people to know. I think secrets only deserve to be kept quiet if they’re truly horrible things, but this shouldn’t be a secret.”

You looked at your husband who was already looking at you with adoration in his eyes, “do you care?”

Severus wrapped his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “all these buffoons already know, anyway. What does it matter?”

Colin brought his camera up to his face, “Professor Snape! Can you do that again, sir? This is the perfect picture.”

You giggled, feeling your husband’s hand sneak around your side and pull you even closer, his lips returning back to your cheek in a matter of seconds. Looking at the camera, a bright smile was on your face as the light flashed, hearing many “aww’s” resonate throughout the library.

Finally, you could go by Mrs/Mr. Snape - and not be afraid to tell anyone about it. I guess one way or another, people were going to find out - you’re just glad it happened like this.

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loyalshrimpfan · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s Day 💕

(Sorry it’s a day late)

Ina wakes up early as always, it’s something she had always done her whole life. She walks out and grabs her phone of the counter where it was plugged in to see the time it currently was and sighs when she sees it’s 6 am there is no way Bea would be up this early since she told her she wakes up 20 minutes before her class and that was at 10 am.

What do I even do for Bea Ina thinks as she sits down with a cup of coffee, she has everything in the world so what could she get her..candy is always a safe bet but Bea said she hates chocolate and Ina didn’t know what kind of candy to get Bea. She stands up to get ready for the day but first shower! Once she was out of the shower and dressed she makes a quick breakfast aka eggs and toast the only thing that she could ever make without burning. Than soon enough she was sitting in her office still not knowing what to get her but to decide to head to the library now that it was 8 am, she walks in and was shocked to see Bea who was at one of the computers typing away at something and next to her was Zoey but she hears her say to Bea “I’m going to get coffee do you want anything?” “Yea a large ice coffee with two shots of Carmel and oat milk thanks” what in the heck is oat milk Ina asks herself, how do you even milk an oat but seeing this as her chance she walks up behind Bea who was back to typing “good morning Ms huges im suprised you are out of bed this early” Bea jumps like hard core than smiles “yeah it’s not my choice at all I have a huge paper due in English and I’m not even close to being done” she laughs than gets in her bag and hands her a pile of papers “read it” Bea whispers than as Zoey approaches Bea smiles “I’ll see you in class professor Kingsley!” Bea says and Ina nods “yeah for sure” Ina makes it to her place and gets the note and reads it ‘happy Valentine’s Day Ina! I love you so much want would love for you to be my valentine every year, I’ll see you tonight love Bea’ Ina smiles huge, she loved it so much. Soon ina was standing in front on of class looking through her notes as class was about to start in 10 minutes and Bea was still not there, usually she was 20 minutes early hopefully nothing had happened to her but less than 2 minutes later Bea walks in looking more beautiful than ever and she smiles at Me and I swear my heart flips why did she always have to look so good. After class I head home and start getting ready I wanted everything to go perfect today since it was our first valentines but first I stoped at target and got some stuff including Beas gift which was perfect in my opinion not to toot my own horn, I changed into some jeans and a sweater when a head a knock on the door so I go and open it and there was Bea wearing a heart sweater and some black leggings “happy Valentine’s Day Ina” she says to me once I close my door and looks around “it looks really nice in here” Bea comments as we sit down on the couch I hand her a bag “you didn’t have to get me anything, all I ever want is you!” Bea says laughing “just open it” she does and inside has a candle and some other makeup stuff and some wine since college students love to drink “thank you so much!” Bea says before handing me a box “oh no Bea I only spent like 20 bucks” Bea shakes her head “It’s no big deal just open it” I open the box and it’s a beautiful bracelet that was gold and had a heart on it “Do you like it? If you don’t you can tell me and I can return it and get something else” Bea mumbled on but I just grab her cheek and kiss her “I love it and I love you” Bea blushes “I’m so glad you like it babe” I blush she had never called me any pet name like that before and honestly I loved it so much. Two hours later and 6 glasses of wine later the two were just laughing as they talked “no I swear you have to meet Lilan” Bea shakes her head “hell no she scares the hell out of me” “I’m the more scary one so if you can deal with me you can definitely deal with Lilan!” Ina says laughing “okay than I’ll meet her! If I can go toe to toe with poppy and all them I can meet your sister!” Ina looks at Bea and smiles softly “thank you for coming over tonight” “there isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be than here with you” and before Ina knows it Bea was on her kissing her hard with such passion.

//thanks for all the support if anyone one has any requests please don’t be scared to ask 😊

@kulaykape @ikingsley

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lightningenergy · 5 years ago

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Pokeshipping Week 2019 - Day 7: Engagement/Wedding

art & half the writing by @zdbztumble

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"...You're sure this is enough food?" May asked, for the twelfth time that morning.

"Are you asking for the groom, or for you?" Mallow asked, rather sharply.

"... It could be both," May shrugged. “You don’t need to get so snippy about it.” Sure, she may have asked after the food twelve times now, but planning a wedding – especially Ash and Misty’s -- was a huge responsibility.

"Well, I'm sure.” Mallow sighed, a hand to her brow. “I've done the math, like, fifty-seven times. Which was annoying."

"Hmm... still, maybe we should've hired Brock and Cilan too..."

"May, there's enough!" Mallow finally snapped. "I've been working on it since that rehearsal dinner!"

"OK, OK, yeesh! So, food's ready... now what about..." May gazed around the open grounds of the Pallet Town shrine. The shrine was the largest one near Pallet Town (which wasn't saying much) with a small temple at the front. The shrine itself rested atop a cliff overlooking Pallet Beach, and a wide, open, grassy area spread out behind it. A few dozen empty chairs waited quietly. "Hey Dawn!” she called. “All the flowers are in place, right?"

"Just so!" Dawn hollered back, having set the last few in place. "Now relax! This isn't your wedding!"

"I just don't want Misty yelling at me!" May responded.

"We planned it together - she'll yell at me too!"

"We don't want her yelling at all!"

"And everything's perfect, so she won't!"

"How do you know she won't?"

"Because you two are eating up all the yells allowed at a single wedding," Drew deadpanned as he passed behind May, arms laden with laundry bags.

"Just like I'll be eating up all the food once I'm allowed to!" May shouted at him. "Geez, you try to be helpful and look where it gets ya..."

"I'm standing right here," Drew noted, dryly and quietly.

"I know!" May screamed, beaming. "Ooh, are those all the kimonos for the bridesmaids?"

"You know they are," Drew sighed. "You called me twice on the road after you sent me for them."

Screeching tires caught their attention, and they all turned to witness a car drift around the corner and come to a sudden, violent stop in a parking space.

"Tell me Daisy's not driving the car," Dawn groaned.

"Never again!" they heard Misty gasp. "I don't care how bad the traffic is in Cerulean City, you are never getting behind the wheel of a car with me in it!"

"Chill out, sis!" Daisy said with a wave of her hand. "We're all here, right?"

"And our make-up's totally ruined from sweating out your driving!" Lily snapped. She, Violet, Iris, Lana, Lillie, and Misty all filed out of the car in various states of distress; Daisy alone looked calm. The passengers were laden with laundry bags too, and Misty had a disheveled towel wrapped around her hair.

"Morning, sunshine," said May as she caught the bag Misty so unceremoniously tossed to her. "Let's say we get you all fixed up, huh?"

"That'd be nice," Misty grunted. "I don't want to be a bad mood once Ash gets here."

"So, like, Misty," Daisy began. "About your hair..."

"You three staying out of the way will help me not be in a bad mood," she growled, before softening slightly. "Please, Daisy. May and Dawn know what I want to do, and Iris and the other girls were the ones who prepped everything last night. I'm glad you're enthusiastic, but could you just help greet guests and look out for Ash?"

That didn’t leave the Waterflowers with much to do, though May suspected Misty wanted it that way. Besides the wedding party, the only people about were Drew, completing the last of the chores assigned him, the Waterflowers, and a very haggard and bleary-eyed Gary Oak leaning against a nearby pillar.

"Like, what happened to you?" Daisy asked derisively.

"Bachelor party. Hungover," he grunted. Even his own voice caused him to wince and put a hand to his temple.

Dawn, giggling, hurried over to her boyfriend and put her mouth very close to his ear. "SO IT HELPS IF YOU TALK IN A LOUD VOICE--"

"For the love of Arceus, babe!"

"Killer couple," Daisy muttered to May, who could only shrug.

A large truck came up the road, at a much slower, careful pace than Daisy’s car. ("At least, like, one person in this relationship knows how to drive," Violet sneered.) Tracey stepped out and hurried to help Professor Oak and Delia do the same.

"Hello, everyone!" Professor Oak greeted. He, and everyone in his party, were already dressed for the wedding. Oak and Tracey were in simple kimonos, red and teal respectively, while Delia was in a pink yukata with white trim. May approved of all their choices. "I hope everything's going swimmingly. We have a beautiful day for this - er, is everything alright, Gary?"

"HE'S HUNGOVER," answered Dawn. Gary doubled-over and shoved past his companion, head in his hands.

"Well, I hope no one else is in such a state at this wedding," Delia said sharply. "I've been waiting too long for this day!"

"I know, right?" Daisy squealed.

"Er – haven't Ash and Misty been waiting, too?" Tracey asked quietly.

"Details!"

Tracey shook his head and pulled a large container off the back of the truck. May watched with interest as he lugged it over to the designated spot to the left of the shrine, set aside for all of Ash and Misty’s Pokemon. With a few quick flicks of the locks and a release switch, Tracey had them all out on the field, though it was a rather tight fit.

("Screw this,") Charizard grunted. He yawned and flexed his wings in the afternoon sun. ("I'm watching from the skies.")

("I hear that.") Pidgeot, Noivern, and the other Flying-types followed him into the air, while Gyarados lead a few of the Water-types over the cliff and into the sea off Pallet Beach, where they still had a decent view of the hill.

"How many weddings do you think have this kind of attendance?" chuckled Iris.

"Tease later," Misty said. “Prepare now.” She took Iris by the shoulder, then Lana, Lillie, Dawn, and finally May, and started herding them to the women’s changing rooms.

"Make sure the groom gets cleaned up!" May hollered over her shoulder. “Misty’ll kill ‘im if he’s not!”

“Not funny, May!” Misty snapped.

“No sense of humor on the wedding day, I see,” May muttered to Dawn as they were hurried along.

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"Iris, this headdress is amazing!" Dawn gushed.

Iris beamed at the compliment. "I know my way around hair."

"And this shade of polish is perfect, Lana! Put that together with the flowers we picked out and the dress we made, and we - Misty? Are you OK? You look a little pale..."

"Just still shaken from my stupid sister's driving skills. I'll be okay, promise," Misty said. She cinched her bathrobe a little tighter around her and started pacing the room again. Noting everyone’s concerned looks, she added, "I want this, believe me."

"Oh, we might've figured that out ourselves," Lana giggled. She and the other girls were already dressed, in kimono-converted dresses of the same cut: May in red; Dawn in pink; Iris cream; Lillie white; and Lana blue. Misty's was the only one with a pattern: white with red trim with bubbles and flowers at the sleeves and hem. It sat atop a chair as its intended wearer paced and wrung her hands.

"It's finally happening," she said softly, to herself more than anyone else. "It's really, really happening!"

Dawn's Poke Gear started ringing: she quickly answered it. "Hello? ... Okay, thanks! Ash and everyone else got here!"

"Surprisingly? The least of my worries."

"It was at the top of our worries," May whispered.

"We'd better start getting you dressed," said Lillie. "We only have so much time before - "

"Before I'm MARRIED!" Misty jumped for joy and threw herself down on an empty chair. "Get to work, ladies!"

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“Do we really need all this, Mom?”

“Ash Ketchum, this is your wedding! Of course we need all this! And don't think I'd let you go out and get married without me helping you get ready!"

"Mooom..." Ash protested, but he still wasn’t let up from the chair in his changing room. He hadn’t even been allowed to greet the few people at the shrine when he arrived; his mom, Brock, and Cilan shooed him inside right away. The two men were sitting in the corner: Brock in the ceremonial dress needed to conduct the ceremony; Cilan in a forest green kimono.

"This is the most important day of your life, young man," Delia insisted. "I want you to have a perfect time of it! Now let's see.. .your montsuki is clean... your hair needs a little bit of work... do you have on some clean -"

"MOM!"

("He does,") chirped Pikachu helpfully.

"Oh, Pikachu! Don't you look handsome in your own little kimono!"

As embarrassing as his mother's attention was, Ash couldn't help but feel a little insulted that his Pokemon was upstaging him.

("I got it made special,") said Pikachu, turning and posing. ("And Lopunny, er - she has a matching one...)

"Yeah, Dawn insisted that she get to do it," Ash muttered. "Everyone's got something they want out of this."

"Oh, sweetie." Delia pulled Ash in close and wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders. "What we want most of all is to see you and Misty happy, of course. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, though you all have a funny way of showing it..."

Delia smiled and kissed his forehead. "Alright... ceremony's due in a few hours, so let's get started."

It was amazing how long "a little bit of work" on his hair could take. Of course, forced rehearsal of his wedding vows, tearful anecdotes about Delia's own wedding, and relating stories to Cilan and the other groomsmen as they arrived (Clemont, Kiawe, and Sophocles, in sky blue, scarlet, and yellow kimonos, respectively) helped eat up the time. Then there was the shared attention of his future sisters-in-law...

"Daisy, if you don't let go, I'm gonna need my hair fixed again!" Ash protested. No matter how he squirmed, he couldn't get free of her grip.

"Aww...but then I could, like, do it right!" Daisy teased. "A bit more mussed up in the front, we can finally frost the tips..."

"NO! No, no, no! That's a veto, Daisy! This isn't the 90s anymore!"

"Y'know, that's what Tracy always says..."

Ash stood up and picked up his kimono. "Okay, I'm getting changed, so anyone not named Pikachu needs to leave."

("Why do I have to stay?!") the Pokemon protested.

"You're the Best Man."

("... Right.")

"He's so touchy sometimes," Daisy complained as they all filed out.

"Now, now," Delia chided gently. "He needs his space before the ceremony..."

Got that right, Ash thought as he shut the door behind them. He felt as fired up as he did before any Pokemon Battle - more fired up - but his mouth still felt awfully dry, and his head rather light. "You ready, Pikachu?"

Pikachu answered by leaping onto his shoulder and nuzzling his cheek. ("Of course. I'm ready to zap either of you at a moment's notice!")

"Comforting... alright, let's get myself into this thing..."

And a few minutes later, he found himself standing under the shrine, looking out at the crowd of people assembled for his wedding. Geez, I knew we invited a lot of people, but...

A good number of them were the extended relations of his friends and traveling companions: Dawn's mother, Cilan's brothers, representatives from Iris's village, and so on. There were Gym Leaders, Frontier Brains, and professors as well. Ash smiled and waved at Riley as he came in, dressed in the same blue suit as always.

There were a lot of Misty's friends - Casey, Marina, Sakura - and an assortment of Trainers they'd both known over the years. The front rows were reserved for close friends and family. Mallow was already seated, along with Drew, Gary, Miette, the Waterflowers, Professor Oak and Tracey, Professors Kukui and Burnett, Max and Mahri, Ritchie and Serena, and his mother.

Brock stood at the center of the shrine, with the groomsmen aligned behind him. Pikachu stood on Clemont's shoulder, beaming. Ash looked over at the bridesmaids: Lana, May, Dawn, and Iris all smiled and waved. He grinned back but quickly straightened up: the music was starting, which meant...

Bonnie scurried down the aisle in a fit of giggles. Azumarill and Rowlet, with matching floral crowns, came along either side of her as she slowly walked back up, tossing pink cherry blossom petals about. Ash was only vaguely aware of this, and cared even less. All his attention was on the fiery-haired woman in the white-and-red dress slowly following them, her hair wrapped up in a white gold headdress, a bouquet of roses in her hand, and a nervous smile playing at her lips.

Nothing else mattered. He only had eyes for Misty, watching as she slowly made her way up the aisle. Her eyes shone once she stopped next to him, and Ash was only vaguely aware of his own reddened face and Brock's light sobbing.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey yourself."

"Arceus I love you."

She winked. "I know. And you clean up nicely."

“My mom and your sisters had something to do with that,” Ash admitted, chuckling softly as he rubbed the back of his head.

“You still went through it for me.” She tugged lightly on the front of his montsuki before they both turned to face Brock and the shrine.

"D-d-dearly beloved," Brock choked out. Tears dripped down the sides of his face. "We are gathered here t-today to witness the joining of... of these two in h-h-holy m-matri - sniff - mony. If anyone has any reason these two should - should not be wed... please leave immediately."

Laughter rippled through-out the audience, and Brock seemed to relax a little. "Ahem... I've known these two for a long time, and I am very glad to be here for this special day... now, um... I guess we should start with the vows..."

At Cilan’s insistence, Ash had spent all of yesterday writing out vows, with the groomsmen insisting on proofreading. He wondered what they thought as his hands, instead of producing that worn piece of paper, fell gently on top of Misty’s around her bouquet.

"Misty... I had some stuff written, and I got a lot of input on it, and it was good and all... but it wasn't me. It wasn't us."

He was forced to pause briefly as another wave of laughter passed.

"You know all the best and worst stuff about me, and I know the best and worst stuff about you. We've dealt with it ever since we were kids, we managed to be friends - best friends - after meeting in such a crazy way. I mean, you caught me with a fishing rod."

More laughter.

"And you caught me with your heart a few years down the line. I know it took me a while, but...well, now that I'm here, I'm not leaving. Ever."

Misty closed her eyes and inhaled, then smiled. "Ash Ketchum... you are, without a doubt, the most stubborn, arrogant, foolhardy man I have ever known. You stole my bike, wrecked it, and argued with me over more idiotic things than I can count. And yet... there is no one on this earth I would rather have as my prince, my best friend... my soulmate. You want to be a Pokemon Champion, but never forget that you are my Champion. From then, now, and always... I am forever yours."

Several people, including Brock, could be heard blowing their noses.

"Th-the bride and groom will now exchange rings..." Brock sobbed.

One of the snifflers in the crowd, Pikachu had to wipe away his tears before he produced the wedding ring from his kimono's sleeves. True to form, Psyduck only made it out of his Poke Ball right at that moment, bawling uncontrollably as he handed Misty her ring.

Brock coughed and stomped his foot and even slapped himself to get under control. "Do you, Ash Ketchum, take Misty Waterflower to be your lawfully wedded -"

"Brock, didn't we kinda already do this part?" Ash asked quietly. He could hear Cilan and Kiawe's affronted gasps and see May and Dawn's furious looks, but Misty just giggled.

"Yes," Brock said rather firmly. "Do you, Ash Ketchum, take this woman--"

"Yes."

"... Okay." Brock turned to Misty. "Should I even ask?"

"You already know."

Brock sighed, but he was smiling. "Alright... by the power vested in me by the Region of Kanto... and the Internet guys... I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. Now..." he started sobbing again. "You may... y-you may..."

Everyone else in the procession screamed with smiles and laughter, startling the couple: "JUST KISS ALREADY!!"

It was hard to tell which of them moved first. They both leapt at the other's lips as if it were the first time they'd ever kissed. For good measure, Ash wrapped his arms around Misty's waist, lifted her off her feet, and spun her around for the whole duration. It was too much. She started laughing and crying at once, and never stopped kissing him.

Everyone was applauding. Pikachu leapt onto Ash's head, laughing and cheering; May and Dawn collapsed into each other's arms, sobbing wildly; some people in the audience were cat-calling, though in a joyous manner.

Ash smiled up at his wife, eyes gleaming. "We did it."

"We did it," Misty whispered, and kissed him again. "We did it, we did it, we did it!!"

Out of one eye, Ash dared to look around at the crowd. Misty’s sisters were in hysterics; Serena and Ritchie were glancing from the shrine to each other with sheepish, blushing smiles; Bonnie was biting down on her hand in a failed effort to keep the waterworks at bay; Miette had a small and oddly sad smile; and Mom, Oak, Kukui, and Burnett were all beaming.

"OK, everyone!" Dawn disentangled herself from May and wiped most of the tears off her face. "That's the wedding - who's ready for the biggest and best reception ever?"

#pokemon #pokeshipping #pokeshipping week #pokeshipping week 2019 #ash ketchum #misty #fanfiction #zdbztumble

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rezdogsyonder · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Professor!Rogers x Reader

Summary: The professor realizes just how mich he wants you.

Warnings: stalking, mention of blood.

A/N: This part will mostly be in Steve’s point of view. Kinda. I’ve decided reader wears glasses and idk why I wrote this, this way.

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‘Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this.’ Steve thought as he kept following her from a safe distance.

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He wasn’t following you at first; he stayed back in his office for probably an hour...or three. He didn’t keep track. He needed to turn in a book, a history book for revision, and comparison. He is writing his own book, telling what actually happened while in the Howling Commandos.

By the time Steve got to the library the sun was setting, and it was a complete ghost town inside. Only spotting two people on his way to his destination. One of them being a janitor. The top floor of the library is where he needed to go, it’s where the special collection is kept. Normally these kinds of books aren’t allowed out of the library, but being older than most of the books in their library has its perks.

Putting the book back in its respective place, and about to return the checkout card, that is when I sees you once more. Hiding out in the back corner, at a table that is covered in notebooks and colorful pens and highlighters. Looking so deep in focus, biting your lip, and flipping through papers only to turn back to your notebook.

Hair tossed up in a messy bun. Glasses hanging at the end of your nose. You look at little bit more disheveled than what he remembered from a couple hours ago. White V-neck t-shirt under a navy blue cardigan. You looked beautiful.

Deciding to stay, Steve began to look through more history books, encyclopedias, and records that would help with his little project. If he was going to stay he might as well get some work done too.

He sat at a table across a very long isle from you. A seat that made sure he could still watch you, without you seeing. If he had, to he could just scoot his chair forward and he would be out of sight.

Steve is there for another 40 minutes or so before he sees her putting all of her notes away. He quickly stacked everything and put it all in his bag, then walking out before she sees him. Waiting by the entrance for you.

‘Why is she out this late? Doesn’t she know this is a dangerous city?’

Then he realized. He shouldn’t be here, he could get fired.

‘Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this.’ Steve thought as he kept following her from a safe distance.

He was going to turn back, he really was, but she just seemed so vulnerable. How far does she live? ‘I’ll just make sure she gets home safe.’ He decides, but he truly know that now he’s hooked, and he’s not going to stop.

And he didn’t. He not only followed her home but he found out what apartment she lives in. First floor, not very safe, at least the windows to her home are high. Less of a chance of robbery. He also saw her roommate, he recognized her from the coffee shop. Watching her clean up her room Steve realized something.

He’s got it bad.

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He held himself back from following her again. Not really by choice. He didn’t see her at the library again. He also avoided the cafe she works at. Not wanting himself to get too close, too fixated. It has been three weeks though, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep himself from you. Of all of his classes, yours was his favorite.

You have his class twice a week, every Tuesday and Thursday. Both scheduled at 4:30. He has kept his distance and she has been nothing but a model student.

Steve needs a teachers assistant, and he thinks he’s already found her.

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The essays Steve had assigned are finally almost done being graded. Deciding to leave yours last. When he was done going through, your essay was nearly perfect. Maybe he was biased, but he really thought that you’re paper deserved an A.

A grade he rewarded to only six other people. He was going to write an A when an idea struck him.

He grabbed his red marker and marked the paper with a C, writing “see me after class”.

He smiled at his plan and quickly filed it into the bottom of the stack of essays to hand back as students began filing into his classroom.

It’s Thursday.

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You got to Mr.Lee’s class 15 minutes early as per usual. You like being a little bit more than punctual. This was one of your favorite classes to be in but to be honest you’d be glad when it’s over. Math made sense to you but it took work. A lot of work.

Last class, there was a test and you were dying to see how you did. Mostly because he said that this test will be just like the mid-term and a good chunk of the final. You tried really hard, going to the library more often than usual. Well, it isn’t a big accomplishment, you only go the the library once a week. For like 4 hours, but still.

You’re practically bouncing in your seat all class period, since the average score on the test for this class was 82% Mr.Lee thought that we can have a reward. It’s his top priority that his students are understanding his material, and that’s why you like this class.

We are currently watching a movie and those who wanted to leave could, but they would have to wait longer to view their score. You stayed because you worked too hard to wait any longer.

But finally the end of this class was drawing near, and Mr.Lee just checked his watch and was pulling out a big stack of papers. Trying to stay calm just in case your score was bad, and why did this class have to be so big?

He was finally get to you, and he set your packet face down on your desk. Did he put the other students tests face down? You weren’t even paying attention. Now that you have your test, you can leave the class.

Pulling out your phone you call a familiar number, “Wade?” You met him on you way to a book store last year, he actually saved you from being mugged when you thought it was a good idea to take a shortcut through a back alley.

“My common sense it tingling,” you hear him the material of his mask being moved around, “What did you do this time Y/N? Something that shows you’re intelligent I bet. That’s the main trope of your story’s character.”

“You know you don’t sense sometimes, but maybe! I took a test the other day and I’m scared to look. I was hoping a call to you would help calm my nerves.”

“Would an in person meet and greet help?”

“What do y—” you couldn’t finish your sentence before a body landed in front of you on the sidewalk. You let out a loud shriek, then you heard a voice.

“Holy fuck knuckles! That shit hurted.” And you realized who it was.

“Fuck I hate you sometimes.” You sighed.

“I’m hilarious so don’t hate. And that was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo,” he sits up at looks at you, “wanna kiss it better?” He says gesturing to his backwards foot.

You bend over and turn it back around, despite his cry of pain. Then you offer a hand so he may stand.

You looked down, “ah shit you got some blood on me.” It was only a drop, probably the size of a quarter on your white boyfriend cardigan. Wade pokes his arm and draws a smiley, using the dot on your sweater as an eye.

“Gross.” You smiled.

“Hydrogen peroxide will get that out.” You nodded and began unbuttoning it to take it off. Leaving you in your baby pink cami that was tucked into your high waisted back jeans.

“So... Wanna see my score?” You held out the packet.

“Ah... mhmm... yes.” He mumbled through his mask as he flipped through the pages. “Y/N I’m sorry to have to tell you this but it looks as thought you’ll have to drop out.”

You hit him, “Shut up, let me see.” You snatch it out of his hand before you finished your sentence. By it before you look at your score you smiled at him, “I guess your ‘inperson meet and greet’ did help.”

93%. You were struggling in that class and this will surely boost your grade back up. Squealing you jump at Wade, hugging him. He twirled you around.

“Celebratory chimichangas?” He put you back down and began walking, knowing you’d follow.

“Yeah actually I have roughly an hour and a half before my next class.” You said you you looked down at your phone. “Where should we go?”

“There’s this beautiful woman that has a restaurant somewhere that way.” Wade said point in a general direction.

You didn’t really believe him but two blocks in the direction he pointed was a small restaurant. You wouldn’t have noticed it if Wade hadn’t pointed it out. The lady that ran it was a sweet little old woman.

The food was great, and Wade was able to keep you occupied the entire time. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed before there was only 5 minutes before your next class started.

“Oh SHIT! Fuck IM LATE!” You scrambled pull out your wallet, but end up spilling everything. Wade starts to help you pick up everything that fell out, he stood up with five of your notebooks.

“I paid ahead of time. Sorry read ahead in the script. But let’s go!” He waved at the little lady behind the counter. “Goodbye, my princess.” And blows her a kiss.

“Come on we have to run, slow ass.” he starts pulling you to go faster.

“Jesus, I’ve never been late before. Oh my god.” Starting to get out of breath. About a block and a half closer.

“Really? Never would have guess that.” He says sarcastically. You two are back on campus, and you need to pass two more buildings.

“There! It’s right there,” you say running faster, you get to the front of the building. Wade hands you back your notebooks. You lean over trying to catch your breath.

“4:28. Why was it so important to be on time to this class?”

“Well turns out Mr.America is also Mr.Punctuality.”

“Cap is your teacher? I better skedaddle before he try’s to cut off another arm. Goodbye sunshine.” He taps your nose. “Boop.”

“Bye!” You waved and headed inside, going to the second to last classroom on the left.

You check the time again 4:29, you weren’t late. But it looks like the teacher is going to be. All that worrying for nothing. Not knowing that you were the reason for his tardiness.

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Mr.Rogers did show up for class but was about five minutes late. Other than that class went on like normal, you took your notes and worked. Used to the feeling of somebody staring at you, you didn’t want to know who thinking that acknowledging them will encourage them.

‘Wow she looks so adorable, pink suits her well.’ He thought as he watched her, but he began to grow angry as he realized that these boys were looking at his girl.

It was nearing the end of class, so he began passing out the essays. Saving yours for last. Today’s class was small, most students skipped his class once they realized that he wasn’t going to talk about Captain America or the avengers.

Once he got to you he placed your essay on your desk face down gently. He felt a little bad, turning around quickly so he didn’t have to see the disappointment on your face.

You forgotten about the essay, but you thought you had done well when you turned it in. You were having a good day, but this just ruined it. A big C on the corner of your paper. You felt tears beginning to well in your eyes but you blinked them away before they could fall.

You look at the clock and there is 2 minutes left, but the professor dismissed everyone already. You begin packing your stuff up, when you feel a little chilly. Sighing you pull out your cardigan and look at the smiley. Maybe you’ll call Wade again after this. You put it on hoping people will think it’s just a cute little design.

The class was now empty and you walk to the office connected to this classroom. It was more plain than you’d expect, and a lot cleaner too. Almost every other professor’s office you’d been to had been a complete mess. He was sitting behind his desk.

“You said to see you after class?” You say timidly. He gestured to the seat in front of his desk, and you take a seat.

“Yeah let me see that,” he holds out his hand and you lean forward to give him your paper, “I just needed to talk to you.” He crossed out the C and wrote an A right next to it, and stood up.

“What did you need to talk about?” You felt a little better with an improved grade, but a nervous pit in your stomach began to form. We’re you in trouble? He walked around and leaned against his desk in front of you, handing your paper back.

“I have been needing to choose a TA for the semester, and I was wondering if you would like to fill that position?”

“Oh my gosh really? I would love to! What would I need to do?”

He smiled, “Well, regular TA responsibilities like grading, tutoring or mentoring students if and when they need help, stuff like that.”

“Wow, thank you for this opportunity.” At this point you wouldn’t be able to stop smiling.

“It’s no problem. This job will suit you, I can tell.” He sighs and rubs the stubble on his face. “But, you will have to sign a few papers.” He slid walked back behind his desk and pulled a small packet out of his desk drawer. “This isn’t what you would sign with other teachers, but I’m sure you’re aware of my previous profession.” You nodded. “This is just protecting my privacy and it’s basically saying that you won’t do anything that would take away that privacy.” He slid the papers over to you, then putting a pen on top.

“Yeah, okay.” You didn’t read through it before signing, as Mr.Rogers just explained it to you. You put the pen down. “What now?”

Yes, what now? Steve thought.

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evotter · 6 years ago

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jan, march, sept + one of your choice, love. have a great day, u icon

thank u kyra i adore u

january: what was the first fic you posted this year?

the first fic i posted this year TECHNICALLY was the epilogue of a different path. the first standalone was chewbacca (aka my introduction to the jily world once again and i have such a soft spot for it)

march: do you listen to music whilst writing?

yes! pretty much always; if it’s not music, it’s a TV show.

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

quite literally anything you’ve left on any of my fics BUT there are a few that i hold dear to my heart. i’ll post them under the cut cause they are LONG :’)

ancient: the first fic you ever posted online?

hahahaaaaaaa. it was my own version of rick riordan’s the son of neptune before the actual book was published. it was on ff.net, and the first chapter got 7 reviews, and i felt so good about myself after that lmfao. who knew i’d still be writing 8 years later?

ask me questions!

OKAY so i have 3 top favorites:

from a different path:

okay so i had seen this in someone else’s bookmarks the other day, thought it was an interesting concept—especially since i too love slytherin!percy and strongly subscribe to ofswordsandpens’ headcanons about it—but didn’t give it another thought until i was listening to a video about the cursed child and went: wait, there’s a percabeth hogwarts au that i saw somewhere. and immediately i hunted this down and i’m just in awe? i tore through it. belatedly, i realized that i made a mistake: i didn’t write down my thoughts as i was reading, which is definitely a disservice to you. however, here are a generalized list of things that i loved.

first of all, with hogwarts au’s, there are three main aspects that i look for: plot, characterization, and quality of writing. normally, fics of this size lack one or more of these key factors, but i was astonished to find that the plot is tremendously tight and intriguing (my lip bled from biting it so much because i’ve been stressed to the max), you write these characters with such distinct voices i can easily picture them saying everything—except, of course, now in a little british accent—and your writing flows so well, it feels almost like i’m reading an actual harry potter book, just with percy and co. you also do a masterful job of weaving together aspects of the pjo universe with the established canon of hp.

and there are so many specific things that i love. primarily, the way you write the relationships in this story; not just concerning percabeth (though i will get to that in a minute), but also with each of the interactions between all of the characters. i applaud you for how you handled luke/annabeth and rachel/percy, and the friendship among them all is just incredibly well done. i especially love how well you wrote connor and zoë and just, a lot of characters that i don’t often think about when i think of pjo. grover and percy’s friendship especially is heartbreaking, i just. he’s so protective because he loves his friends and holy fuck i also love how you wrote grover in this. but i just adored how you wrote annabeth/percy—the love between them, both platonic in its early stages and the romantic all throughout, was doubly apparent. i ached when they kissed each other’s cheeks, and i inwardly cheered when she kissed him in the locker room. there was just such a natural progression, to me, of their relationship. and man did i dig it. i’m excited (and maybe a little scared) to see where you take their relationship in the future.

boy, this is getting long. sorry. but some more just little quick things: loved the b99 reference, with both of their competitive natures playing out in a similar way to jake and amy’s. i kind of want to go back and see if i can find any other references that i missed because i was just too engaged in the story to catch them. also, zoë’s death killed me all over again, thanks for that. i like how you’re working the kronos plot in, and i can’t wait to see how the Final Battle plays out. what else? oh! professor hestia? beautiful. eventual maybe professor percy? outstanding. percy kissing the top of annabeth’s head? breathtaking. rachel being a quidditch commentator? earth shattering. (truly i cackled when i saw that.) mrs. o’leary being a cat? incredible. how you incorporated percy’s water powers? stunning.

ooh, this exchange was beautiful and had me cackling it was so in-character:

“None of us are dying.” Connor clarifies. “Not you, not me, not Annie, not the rest of us.”

“I might have to dispute that.” Annabeth says, from Percy’s other side. “Call me ‘Annie’ one more time, Stoll, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Connor only grins at her. “Sorry, love. No more ‘Annie’. Can I call you Beth?”

“No.”

“Anna?”

“No.”

okay, so i just finished chapter nine and i am blown away. sorry for how long this comment was, but a fic of this magnitude truly warrants it. i can’t wait to see what happens next.

i leave you with just two words: “holy shit.”

from a different path:

god, oh my god, am i the only dumb bitch who didn’t get what the prophecy was??

anyway, i stumbled on this fic last year, patiently waiting for its completion, and now that i’ve rediscovered it, i’m so glad i finished it all in one go! i couldn’t imagine the tension of waiting for the next chapter, especially since the tension is so well-crafted!! i hardly noticed the tonal shift even as the story got darker and darker as it led up to the war, and in that way i was reminded of how extremely similar it felt to reading the hp books for the first time! you nailed percy very well i might say, and the awkward-yet-caring relationship he has with his dad. i daresay you gave connor and zoe more characterization than rick riordan himself, and the percabeth you wrote is perfect to the nth degree. i appreciate that you didnt bother with all the love triangle and unrequited feelings nonsense as well.

but i have to say, even as i cried at sally and paul’s wedding, or at dionysus’ quiet mourning for castor, what really struck with me most was the way you handled silena. for that, i have no words. that was a job extremely well done. thank you so much for blessing us with this fic.

from chewbacca (a comment from u!):

A girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat stumbles into the cafe on one of the slowest nights James has ever seen. Her coat is dripping all over the floor he’d just cleaned (but it’s fine) and when he leans over the counter he sees that her boots match the coat.

First of all!!! Thats the best opening line in the world and nobody can convince me otherwise. I want to become a publisher just so that if you ever write a book, I’d be able to publish it. ( like omg, what an honor??? )

She looks like sunshine, standing there with the amount of yellow in her wardrobe. Briefly, James wonders if that’s her favorite color. It’s got to be.

Im going to quote this whole fic but I really love these lines? Like, you have this distinct style of writiting that I aim to acheive and you’re literally such a rolemodel!!! These are my favorite kind of fics to read. Funny story but I was going through a ‘no thanks Jily’ mood ( a horror, i know !! ) but your fics are just,,,,exceptions? You could write about trash and I’d love it and ask for you to sign me up.

“Say it again, but convincingly this time.”

ooof this dialogue??? let me breathe

This is the longest he’s stood still since he started working. It’s actually a miracle.

and the funniest person award goes to YOU. also, the most talented and cutest but thats neither here nor there.

james taking care of fleamont, switching off the lights gives me just a nice and realistic vibe? its so simple but i love how you added it.

honestly at this point, ive been sucked again by the fanfic. it feels less like a fic and more like a masterpiece that belongs in a museum but anyway.

“James is supposed to be helping.

James is on his phone.”

ugh i love ur mind. im rereading and its so nice and lovely. even if its like 1am and im exhausted, this fic is sustaining me.

“Do it off the clock, would you?”

PEAK HUMOR

have i mentioned how much i love that scene with euphemia? she seems like such a lovely mom. i love ur euphemia the most. and ahh, both of them just rushing to the hospital ? another 100% good scene.

“Euphemia smiles too, but looks at Fleamont rather than at her son. “Yes,” she says. “It really does.””

fic? or shakspeare? HMMM

A girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat stumbles into the cafe on one of the slowest nights James has ever seen // “Get fucked.”

the fic!! has made a circle!!! i love how it begins and ends along the same lines. I really want to know how??? are you so talented im in love.

i just really love this fic, okay? i love how james is just the kindest, lily is allowed to have feelings, its just so soft and warm. and it makes someone feel loved, want love anyway.

the dynamic between the characters are just so real and great and im astounded, in short.

your sirius is everything. so many fics potray him as a dick??? which is first of all #rude and also, not at all true. you made me love these characters even more so i sincerely hope you never stop writing.

you’re such a beautiful writer and the way you string words together is just poetic and gorgeous and all the other good adjectives you can think of. i read your spiderman x reader too and i was a goner for you. EVERYTHING YOU WRITE IS SO GOOD. i read it so long ago but i can vividly remember peter whipping the mask off and she just going wtf stop on the window ledge. what im trying to say is that you leave this lasting impression on people that make them remember random scenes and words / prose long after they’ve read it which is a remarkable feat, i believe.

and im so sorry im not on tumblr rn bc i cannot keep recing this fic but i have told my friends about your writing and they loved it too. you’ve got like a million fans. when i do get back from my hiatus, im going to keep recing your fics and people will cry because their universe will shift thanks to the newfound joy of your presence in their life.

lastly, im more of a dog person and that, more than anything, should tell you how much i love this fic. i love u. and basee on your writing, i want to hug you, be your best friend and make you cookies bc again

WOW

#thelaziestgeek #answers #friends!#<3

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readbythestarlight · 6 years ago

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So this will be 10 episodes since the one where we lost Molly. Just throwing that out there.

Also it’s apparently my 9 (NEIN) month anniversary for being subbed to G&S which means it’s also my 9 month anniversary for watching CR and also the show has been going for 9 months as of the 11th so. That’s cool.

I like that jacket, Sam.

Broadway advert lol

“Andrew Loyd Website”

“I could have backed up all night” and “I’ve grown accustomed to her encryption” I’m dead

Okay that was hands down Sam’s best ad he’s so goddamn creative

NEW YORK NEW YORK I’m so excited I loved the last live show

A SLEEVES ARE BULLSHIT SHIRT?!

I need it

Oh wait it doesn’t actually say sleeves are bullshit

I still love the shirt tho and I want one

And the bumper sticker

“It makes it sound bad when you say it like that” guys it WAS bad xD

Poor Caduceus is having an Experience

Cad: “You keep leaving”

Y: “They keep finding me”

Cad: “I think you might have the right idea”

THE FUCK? NO

guys you need to convince Caduceus to sTAY

HE’S ALIVE?!

HE HAS AN AXE IN HIS HEAD

Oh no don’t get Cad he’s sad and tired right now

I mean y’all almost left him behind which was crummy

Caleb really wanted to yank that axe out

Also how does healing work? Like does the guy have permanent brain damage in the are where the axe wrecked now? If it had hit somewhere vital to like, say, memory, would his memory be gone? Enquiring minds want to know.

When Caleb tries to be intimidating it both makes me laugh but also freaks me out a little

I LOVE when Matt has cool props

So does Travis lol

J: “Have you heard of THE Traveler”

Galen: “….Oh no not another one”

Nott and Jester building up Galen like “no no you’re totally special!!!”

“Missed all the major organs” sAM xD

“The Mist…ake” I’m crying

lol promoting this guy to first mate I’m crying

“We got a new pet!”

“Let’s call him Professor Thadeus the second!”

They forgot they had someone tied to the mast too what nerds

They cut up his nice shirt xD

I adore that Travis has totally got the islands and shit memorized so he can be super in-character

Also Cad is being too quiet it’s making me sad

Caleb The Navigator

Captain Fjord

First Mate Galen

Oh oh oh they should have a guest to come aboard and sail with them

Oh noooo they left the magic invisible cart

YES THANK YOU MATT y’all need to talk to Caduceus thank you Matt for pointing out that poor Taliesin has been silent for 30 minutes

Oh no have they somehow fucked over Cad’s mission?

I’m curious about this. Because obviously Taliesin knew this was exactly how the M9 were, so I can’t believe that he would have made Cad to be wholly incompatible with them.

He’s feeling really low and lost I think it’s time for a group hug

Him almost dying really freaked him out (and I think it really freaked Taliesin out too)

I’M HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS RIGHT NOW WITH JESTER AND CADUCEUS YOU GUYS

Caduceus is the ship’s cook

Mmm Beau is starting to feel like Caleb is trying too hard to excuse the bad things they do

I think the dock thing was a disaster for sure but I don’t think it was necessarily that they REALLY did anything wrong?

I’m not sure what exactly Beau is feeling bad about? Like freeing the genie wasn’t wrong, the boat thing was a mistake built on bad choice but it wasn’t them being inherently bad, and they didn’t kill Algar, so?

Ah, she’s feeling like she didn’t leave Nicodranus better than she found it

I like this whole “why didn’t we try to talk it out first” thing because it’s nice that two of them are having some moral conflicts. I also like what it says about Fjord and Beau as far as character development.

I mean I don’t think boiling it down to “like we were justified in our actions” really covers what Caleb said. He did say they could have handled things a lot better, but that they did what they had to to survive a situation they could have but didn’t handle better.

“I don’t want to drive you guys away” BEAUUUU my heart

Yasha staring off south “looking for a storm”

Caduceus cooking for the group is literally just my favorite thing. They totally needed a group member who could like make them slow down and eat and just like… take care of themselves, even just for the length of the meal.

Beau went from “I’m sorry for killing these guys” to “fuck those guys they’re dead anyway let’s smear their name”

We should not split up

There’s no way any of this could go wrong

Awwww Caleb showing Nott the stars and planets so sweet

SEE Caleb understands that things went horribly wrong. I honestly think he’s just trying to keep their spirits’ up.

Nott honey you don’t have to be okay with him using suggestion, I understand you both admire and need him but you can be mad at him

“Nott is a one-earther”

Have I mentioned how much I love Caduceus?

Fjord’s just like “please tell me you mean you talk to alive grieving people and not the dead people”

Oh no

They’re coming for them

You should NOT go back

Sam is like “why the fuck are we going back” and I agree so hard

Fjord should not stay on the ship Nott is right

N: “Oh, oh, what other languages do you speak?!”

J: “I speak Infernal”

Everyone cracks up

Oh this is going to be another disaster

Although I guess the guard guys wouldn’t be expecting them to immediately come back?? Maybe??

“YOU’RE THE SAILOR GUY THIS IS YOUR WHOLE EPISODE” lol sam

“I’m gonna bake, fuck it” I LOVE CAD

“I look like Captain Crunch btw” I’m crying can’t breathe omg

Except isn’t the captain dead lol

“Unknown do-gooders” well that wasn’t the reputation I expected

UH HEY I HOPE MARION DIDN’T HEAR ABOUT THE BLUE SKINNED TIEFLING KILLING HERSELF

These lies are getting more and more ridiculous

“The little devil girl who drowned a hundred years ago” Taliesin and the idea of a ghost story is just… so perfect.

Beau stop xD

If this ghost story isn’t in campaign 3 someday I’m gonna cry

I’m so glad that Orli is coming along

They hired the tortle! :D

Nott is really being adorable with the “we are a team and you are important” thing. Obvious, but adorable.

Taliesin wanted ghost stories and now we’re getting islands people avoid because strange ancient unnatural stuff

Okay quick aside but this conversation with Yasha and Caduceus makes me think — I love how there’s this group of people who seemingly should have nothing in common, but in a lot of ways they have things they can understand about each other. Struggles they can related to. It’s really nice.

Jester and her multiple message spells lol

I’ll miss you Marion!

Oooo a glow in the water?

Awww Matt that’s really pretty!

“Sometimes the things that are the most beautiful are the things that can hurt you the worst” that’s very profound, Jester.

I’m gonna cry I don’t want Jester to be sad don’t be sad (Laura needs to stop looking like she’s gonna cry because it’s gonna make me cry)

And the way she does this little laugh like she’s trying to brush off how sad she is like STOP IT IM EMOTIONAL.

Marion was gonna leave with Jester’s dad but then he didn’t come back and I’m thinking at some point they had better kick the Gentleman’s ass for abandoning her

The way Fjord is so sweet and soft with Jester is so cute I can’t decide if I ship them or if I just want them to be soft and close but not romantic I think I’d be happy either way but my god Fjord’s being so gentle with her is killing me

“There are vegetarian options as well”

Marius: “Thank you, thank you, it’s very good—they’re crazy aren’t they?”

Cad: “Oh yeah, they’re completely crazy.”

I desperately hope they get attacked by a sea monster at some point

“Captain Tusktooth”

Tiny elf-owl Frumpkin omg

He’s loaning her tiny owl Frumpkin for a week I cry

M: “I poke him to see if he bites me”

Tr: “He’s dead”

“I’m gonna probably start talking to fish at some point in the near future” Caduceus Doolittle

When Nott is sincere like when she’s talking to Caduceus right now is so sweet

I take it back it’s too soon to talk about Molly Sam

“Between you and me, Jester’s a really bad cleric, so…” and Laura almost spits out her drink lol

I want to meet the rest of the Clays someday I hope some of them are still alive

“A sign that there could be, for all of us, another chapter” Nott is getting me in my feelings tonight

Matt: “You get the sense that the fish would be happy to”

Cad/Tal: “I’m a lunatic aren’t I?”

M: “Yeah.”

C/T: “I’m sorry.”

M: “Yeah, no, it’s great! :D”

The fish: “sure, sure, suresuresuresure sure”

Oh godddd sky monster?

Bird?

WHAT IS IT

“Professor Thadeus…?”

Oh. Fuck. Creepy flying humanoid thing.

lol Beau making sure it’s not Yasha

Oh jeez poor Yasha

…Okay Matt that wasn’t cool because it’s past midnight and the windows are open and I’m feeling weirdly paranoid now

HERE WE GO

Harpies omggggg

Caleb’s really not gonna be able to use fire for this without risking the ship

Oh fuck don’t get the deck hands

Okay the sail isn’t that big a deal Jester can probably mend it, so save the deck hand first

Harpies are not sirens that shouldn’t be allowed to do anything

Oh poor Nott

SAVE THE CREW PERSON FIRST BEAU

I love Cad’s beetles

“Snack time” Cad you’re so creepy sometimes xD

15pts of beetle damage hell yeah

Okay I take it back Beau might have done the best thing saving the sail.

Okay this is too easy of a fight tho what’s coming that’s worse

Oh daaaaamn snapped her neck with the sail rope

Caleb Nott this isn’t nice xD

“We saved his life with the power of friendship” I’m crying

F: “How do we prevent further heart episodes?”

N: “MORE FRIENDSHP. MORE FRIENDSHIP.”

Awkward friend hugs are best hugs

Nott please don’t eat harpy meat

Cad’s gonna compost the harpy

Beau is keeping Frumpkin in her pocket of course she is

Poor Travis just like “I DIDN’T KNOW ID ACTUALLY HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO CAPTAIN A SHIP” poor guy

Oh god the ship is gonna sink

They’re gonna end up stranded on the cursed island just watch

Gonna try and block the hole…. with a mattress

I’m shocked they managed to patch it bless Galen for that Nat20

Caleb being clever to save the ship with his magic bubble

I hope they don’t get Orli killed

They gonna get sunk

Oh wait

Does Caleb have to stay inside the bubble?? I hope it doesn’t start to fill too much

YAAAAAS what a good episode!

SO MUCH SAILING PIRATE-Y FUN

Oh please wear pirate outfits I’m begging

I’m so excited for next week

#emi watches critical role #critical role spoilers #Critical Role

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lowkeyorloki · 3 years ago

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phoebe anon: wow wow wow i love everything u just said lmao 1) i know bruh #justiceforwatingroom Phoebe please it’s fantastic. 2) i am literally SO glad that i sent you that random ask yesterday lol i didn’t even think i should send it cause it was so out of the blue and i was worried you wouldn’t think it relates but Waiting room randomly came on shuffle when i was in the shower and i was like. this is asis vibes fr.

YOUR LINE BY LINE ANALYSIS OF HOW IT RELATES TO LOKI AND ASIS IS WOW. AMAZING. i really really liked how you made the point about Loki feeling like maybe if the roles were reversed then he wouldn’t have been someone reader noticed. i had never thought about it like that before and that’s really such an interesting thing to think about, and i definitely can see him thinking that about himself. also like ok do we think loki was a little shy in school or what. ig it doesn’t really matter but what a cutie (babe i would notice u i promise). the “who am i to ask for more” line too wowie. hit the nail on the head fr that’s definitely something loki would spend a lot of time thinking/worrying about 🥺.

also as for songs he should listen to omg AAAH i could go so many directions with this i’m overwhelmed by choice. i think maybe the chorus to Smoke Signals since it’s so vague & could be applied to a lot. i see it as kind of like a cry for help being answered? idk but i think that really applies to both the reader and Loki. also KILLER!! i think Killer sounds a lot like a lovesick or just desperately in love person feeling like they aren’t enough for their partner or are like too “screwed up” which is..Loki in a nutshell i feel lmfao. I’m sure i’m forgetting a lot of songs that would fit them and his inner monologue super super well but really any song can fit if you choose to interpret it like that so whatever you choose (if you end up doing it) will be so perfect. ANYWAY IM SO. EXCITED FOR THURSDAY. MUCH LOVE BYE

i am also SO happy you sent it!! honestly my music taste (aside from PB ofc ;) ) is shit and i know that so i welcome any music recs lmao. but it's so crazy that you decided to send it and we figured out how similar our PB preferences are. again, i'm glad you did :D literally the only time the song hasn't been playing today was while i was doing my homework. i ran to pick up something up and i listened to waiting room on the way to my car and also once i was in it. i'm not kidding, it's the best song anyone has ever recommended to me <3

AND YAY OMG IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE LINE ANALYSIS!!! to answer your question, i don't think loki was necessarily shy, but i also don't think his social life was super riveting. i can see him in class trying to look nonchalant while his prof tells everyone to get into groups, but on the inside he's sweating because he's never invited to be in a group and he's tired of his professors making exceptions for him so he can work alone. kind of a downer :( i do think he hooked up with a fair amount of people, but that was almost worse because no one seemed to want anything more with him - which is part of the reason loki doesn't know if you would have noticed him in any other context. or, at the very least, that he would have held your attention. i'm right there with you tho, i would notice mr lokey 🥺

and omg... you r a genius because that 2nd verse of killer is calling out to me. i'll have to write the scene, and if the surrounding inner monologue/overall emotions are too heavy then i'll go with the chorus of smoke signals (GREAT interpretation on ur part top tier). but i think killer is going to be one and i'm definitely going to credit phoebe bridgers anon in the author's note of that chapter (unless you don't want me to! i know you're on anon so if that makes you uncomfortable i 100% get it) :D (PS i was reading a random article about songs that are subtly about serial killers and Killer was on there and they cited the line about jeffery dahmer and i was like a) not subtle b) not what the actual song is about?? this is a dumb thing to tell you but i just did it anyway)

I AM ALSO EXCITED FOR NEXT WEEK'S CHAPTER and omg if you vibe with all the angst (and angst that can match a phoebe bridgers song, no less) then oh my gosh you'll love the chapters that follow the next one too. OKAY I SHOULD ALSO GO BYE <3

#phoebe anon #fun fact i was almost named phoebe after holden's little sister in catcher in the rye #but my parents decided against it bc i was born in 2001 #when friends was super popular #and they didn't want people thinking they named me after phoebe from friends #wish they had tho!! esp now!#ask #asis #asis spoilers

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parkjmini · 7 years ago

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moon & sun | pkjm

Pairing: Jimin + Reader Word Count: 4029 Genre: angst Prompt: Person A had a bad breakup and in order to make their ex jealous, they ask Person B to be their fake girl/boyfriend. Little do they know, Person B has been in love with Person A for years.

[a/n]: this is my entry to @nightbts writing contest !! im not that competitive but i thought this was something fun to do and i love her writing so why not amirite

“Can you help me with something?” Jimin peered up at your shaking, cautious figure. He’d do anything for you, you just had to ask. He invited you in, concerned as to how fragile you seemed. The inevitable tears slipped from the crevices of your eyes and hit the concrete floor below.

You declined, hoping to make your visit as short as possible. Jimin cleared his throat and shifted uneasily on his leg. “Okay.”

Bewildered at his sudden promise, you shot up to stare at him frantic. “I-I didn’t even say what it was.”

“You don’t need to, (Y/N). I’ll do it. Whatever you need, I’ll be there for you.” Jimin sighed heavily, however, you still couldn’t believe you were asking this of him.

“You might want to hear what it is first before agreeing, Jimin. I don’t want you to regret your decision.” You gulped, swallowing the knot in your throat. He shook his head, but your eyes remained glued to the floor behind him, quite ashamed of yourself for burdening him with your favor.

“Okay. But trust me, my choice will remain the same. I will do it, regardless.” He nonchalantly leaned against his door frame, carelessly listening. That was his first mistake.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend, only for a bit.” Jimin popped up and blinked at you with wide, doe-like eyes. His heart drummed a thundering beat and tiny, vicious flutters accompanied his stomach. His body gave away his hesitation, his palms getting slick with the thought. “See.. this is why I wanted you to hear it first.”

Relaxing, his tense shoulders dropped. He scanned the floor to try to make sense of everything. “What happened?”

“We broke up, today. He left me for someone else.” You shrugged, the sadness drooping down your face. Everything felt torn, every word, every memory of the moment before, all cut through you. Your ex-boyfriend destroyed your frail heart, and made the young insecure girl reappear.

A small voice wanted to remind you that you were enough, but his was louder. You weren’t worth it anymore.

“For who? Who could be better than you?” Jimin bit his lip to stop him from going on. His light pink cheeks tinted his dewy complexion. His body betrayed him whenever it came to you. He was all red faced and sweaty palms, all fuzzy hearts and nervous blood streams, all tongue-tied and submissive. His pathetic feelings left him troubled.

He spent years trying to become uninterested, but you did everything that caused his mind to wander to the inexplicable. Your faint voice called his name so lovingly, and your soft stare broke down every wall he built. Your touch caused him to unravel and made him vulnerable. Even the smallest acknowledgment excited him.

Every since sophomore year of high school, he’d felt this way every breathing moment. He thought it was harmless, because they were going to disappear after graduation. However, you followed him to the same college. He tried to laugh off the jokes about it being fate, but that was when he started to feel scared. He let his miniature crush manifest into something on a grand-scale.

Jimin loved you, and that was what kept him up at night. Those mysterious deliberations terrified him because they weren’t leaving. You haunted him in every class and there wasn’t a slight chance you’d feel the same way.

You were in an infamous relationship with your boyfriend every since the beginning of senior year. He was some hotshot guy with an obnoxious sense of humor. Jimin never understood why you would choose him, but ultimately he had to be happy for you. He was who made you laugh and your beautiful smile shine. Jimin would die to see that enchanting smile of your’s.

There were times when Jimin believed he would be a better boyfriend, but those wouldn’t last long. They were consumed with another thought that even he wasn’t good enough for you — no one was. Jimin deemed himself unworthy to be yours.

He was merely a coward who admired you from afar. He didn’t stand out because there was no use, he didn’t want you to want him. It was better off that way, which is why your favor only made him second guess his answer.

“A hot sorority chick with a rack the size of my head and an ass that can fit two seats. Oh, but he claims she has a beaming personality and a kind heart behind her two jugs.” You sarcastically commented on your ex-boyfriend’s excuses.

Jimin chuckled at the explicit description and your petty remarks. You and Jimin weren’t the best of friends, but you were close. He always saved you a spot during lectures and respected your personal space. Your ex-boyfriend secretly disliked Jimin, mainly because he knew that Jimin was far much attractive than he ever was.

Jimin was your perfect candidate. He wasn’t in any committed relationship, and merely slept around with girls. He was your friend and he wasn’t overly attached. Jimin did a strange thing where he’d often distant himself from you, giving you space or maybe giving himself space.

He was always a secretive person, ever since high school. You two didn’t exactly speak much, until you both attended college together. Even then, he didn’t open up much about his life, especially his love life.

You practically rambled on about your ex-boyfriend any chance you got and hung out with him every day. Jimin knew all his little quirks because of your endless talks. Nonetheless, he still didn’t touch much about who he was seeing.

What you knew about his love life were accumulated rumors from other people. Everyone spoke about Jimin, like he was some royal prince. Jimin had soft features, but a powerful expression. He reeked of an alluring aura and drew in girls from every department. It was no surprise that everyone wanted a piece of him, but Jimin didn’t exactly care.

Every time you’d ask, he’d brush off the subject and say he was too drunk to remember the girl’s name. He’d become defensive and move on, so you never pushed it.

“Well, my answer remains. I’ll do it, (Y/N). Not for you, of course, but because that scum doesn’t deserve those jugs.” Jimin winked and a tiny part of you felt better that someone was by your side.

“I can’t do it. I’m going to walk in and he’s going to be sitting there with her, holding her hands and giggling together.” You paced back and forth outside the classroom. It was minutes before the start and you and Jimin were still not in your seats.

“Hey, I’m here, remember? You don’t have to face this alone.” Jimin cooed sweetly to displace the nervousness in your system. You weren’t sure how your plan was going to be executed, and it still felt surreal that Jimin agreed to your bizarre idea. “Let me handle it.”

He lent out his hand for you to take it, and you hesitated before proceeding to do so. “Deep breath.” Jimin mumbled before he pushed the door open and several people stared confusingly at your intertwined fingers.

Jimin probably felt more nervous about holding your hand than you did. The annoying butterflies swirled and caused his heart to stir. He fought off any warmth that dare tried to rise on his cheeks.

“(Y/N)! How are you?” Your ex-boyfriend stood up in his seat to wave arrogantly at you, his new girl turning to watch your every step.

“She’s a lot better now that she’s not with you.” Jimin ushered you to an empty spot in the row and you settled your things.

“Jimin, why don’t you let her speak for herself?” He mocked and crossed his arms.

“I’m sorry. I don’t like assholes talking to my girlfriend. She only gives time to people who deserve it.” Jimin spat and you gazed upon him with such admiration. Seeing him heated and protecting you sparked a burning feeling in your chest.

There were several gasps from girls in different seats and the expression on your ex-boyfriend’s face was priceless. “You two are dating?”

Jimin shrugged and joined the seat next to you. Your hand sneaked from under his side and locked fingers once again. He darted to your touch and he gripped his jeans underneath the table. Every second was torture for him.

This was slowly killing him because he knew it was all an act. It wasn’t real, your feelings were only revenge. Jimin’s were more than that, so much more, and that made it a lot harder for him to handle your thoughtless actions. He didn’t know how long he’d last before he’d burst open, and it was only the beginning.

He should be ecstatic to finally be your boyfriend, but the looming fact of everything being fake prevented any joy that would result from it. Jimin was glad he only had to pretend for a week.

Throughout the lecture, your ex-boyfriend repeatedly looked over at you and Jimin. His glare penetrated through your skin and it crawled down your spine. It was the reaction you hoped for, but the feeling wasn't what you expected. Guilt and anger surged to your heart. The painful emotions didn't allow for you to feel satisfaction.

"He keeps looking here." You whispered over to Jimin, who was concentrated on the professor in front of him.

"Isn't that a good thing? We want to make him jealous, right?" He whispered back, not peering up from his notes. He didn't see your defeated expression as you slumped down into your seat.

"Yeah, but why do I still feel horrible? How can he like another without feeling any remorse?"

Jimin paused from scribbling words on his paper. He dropped his pen onto his notebook and shifted in his seat to face you. "Because he doesn't actually like her. He likes what she has."

"Yeah, he left me for breast and ass. That makes me feel better." You rolled your eyes.

Shaking, Jimin slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Peering up, you saw his sweet smile. His hand giving you a light squeeze, "you're more than all of that."

As your friend, he did his best to make you feel better. It worked, for a small moment, before your self esteem dropped again. You were appreciative of him for making an effort in being a great friend. There was no one else you could lean on. You smiled, halfheartedly.

Class was soon over as everyone began to pack and shuffle their things. "Let's go, babe!" Linking arms with Jimin, you pushed him towards the door. His heart leaped at the sound of the pet name.

You saw a glimpse of your ex’s annoyed face before the door shut. Dropping Jimin’s arm, you allowed for him to walk freely now that you two were away from the enemy’s stare. He, however, picked up your arm again and linked it back with his. “Jimin, you don’t have to---”

“---we’re going to be late for our next class. You’re always strolling and getting lost, let me walk you there.” His fingers crawled down your wrist to intertwine them with yours.

Your bottom lip escaped underneath your top row of pearly whites and a soft pink danced across your cheeks. You were afraid of being alone, wandering the halls on your own. Your ex-boyfriend always escorted you to your classes, to the point where you didn’t really know how to get there yourself. “Lead the way, Park Jimin.”

The stress was minimal for Jimin. You never pushed him past his comfort zone or made him do anything he didn’t want to. The deal was almost over, the week ending soon.

The experience left Jimin with a bittersweet feeling. It was a sneak peak to a future with you, but at the same time he knew you felt nothing. In no way would you look at him the same way he looked at you. Jimin was hopelessly in love with a girl who was hung up on her ex-boyfriend.

He lost sleep during the week, up all night replaying every small moment. He over analyzed every situation, racking his brain and shaking his heart. He searched for any sign that he meant more than a friend. Nevertheless, you were a great actress.

“Thank you for helping me with this strange favor.” You and Jimin held hands, basking in the high afternoon sun. “Not only has he become a jealous brat, but I think I’ve started to get over him. That’s all because of you.”

“That’s good. I’m happy I could be there to help. I’m always here, (Y/N), you know that.” Jimin clenched his words.

Tilting your head, you pouted. “What are we going to do after this? You do realize we have to make our break up believable.”

“I’ll sleep with twice as many girls as before to fill my emptiness of you.” Jimin smirked to mask his sulking heart.

“Oh! I’ll immerse myself in school work because I’m so torn up by two consecutive break ups.” You clapped excitedly, thinking your follow up plan was fool proof.

Jimin seemed uneasy, but nodded along. Just as you were about to ask if he was okay, your ex-boyfriend strutted angrily toward you two. “You two are faking it this entire time. I knew it! I saw through your act. You almost got me, (Y/N). You almost had me believing that you two were dating.”

Hiding behind Jimin, you tried to debunk his accusations. “I-I-We’re together. Why can’t you accept that? I was able to allow you to be happy with your new girl, but you didn’t let us live every since you found out.” Your voice was loud, but your body shielded away.

There was no way he could’ve knew. The only people that was aware of the plan was you and Jimin. Maybe your act wasn’t good enough.

“Quit it, dude. I’ve had it up to here with you. You’ve hurt her far too much. Leave us alone.” Jimin shoved his shoulder aggressively, you winced at the sight.

He wasn’t bugging though, “it’s more surprising knowing you agreed to her tricks. Have you lost your senses, Jimin?”

“What do you need for us to show you were actually dating?” You asked.

Your ex gleamed with a devilish grin, “kiss. From what I see is that you two only hold hands and hug. I want to see you two kiss, on the lips.”

You rolled your eyes, secretly scared. “That’s so middle school behavior. We’re taking it slow. We don’t want to ruin our first kiss together just because you’re forcing us to.”

Jimin blinked nervously at you, he remained tense at the mention of a kiss. “Then I don’t believe you. You’ll break up after today and think that you’ve made me jealous. To only realized that you’ve failed and I’m laughing at how hard you tried.”

“Fine. We’ll show you.” You tugged at Jimin to face you, breaking his frozen trance. “Kiss me, Jimin.” You said through gritted teeth, your eyes pleading him to do so.

Jimin gulped, and looked back between your eyes and your lips. “Just do it.” You tried edging him, but he wouldn’t budge.

“I’m waiting.” Your ex-boyfriend taunted, picking arrogantly at his nails.

“I can’t.” Jimin blurted and a laugh from the asshole followed. Dropping Jimin’s hand, you stared at the floor in disbelief.

“Nice job, (Y/N). Even your pretend boyfriend doesn’t want to kiss you. I’ll be going now, you lovebirds.” His laugh continued to rattle your rib cage. Jimin reopened the freshly patched wound in your heart, dumping salt into the flesh.

Jimin couldn’t kiss you, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared to. His feelings would’ve acted before him and he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he kissed you. He’d never want to let you go, only more.

He’d fall greedy into keeping you, even if you didn’t feel the same. But the deal was meant for a week, not for eternity. Jimin needed you to be free and things to go back to how it use to be, where you were his friend and he loved you from afar.

Even if the small kiss meant nothing to you, it meant the world to him. He has imagined multiple scenarios when you two shared such an intimate connection, all the times made him itch. Jimin didn’t feel sufficient enough to kiss you. He wasn’t the best kisser and you deserved the best. He had flaws that he couldn’t overcome to be with you.

It all piled up over the years, turning into mountains that he could no longer leap over. His insecurities left him drowning, and prevented him from pursuing you. There was a reason why you didn’t like him back, even though you’ve never explicitly said it. There was something that stopped you from liking him.

He thought it was your boyfriend, that you were so in love with someone else that you couldn’t see anyone else besides him. That meant blaming you when he saw every flaw in the mirror. It was him. Jimin, too, was not the best you needed. He loved you so much that you became untouchable. He valued you so much that you became unimaginable. He just couldn’t let him spiral out of control, locked in a frenzy over actions that shouldn’t matter.

That was his second mistake. Jimin, unconsciously, thought of himself before your feelings. Your figure was slowly disappearing into the horizon as it hurried away from him. His feet were planted on the ground, not allowing him to move.

He was calling your name, but no sound came out. Other students passed by with concerned and shocked faces. Jimin panicked, knowing he had hurt his one true love, the person who means everything to him.

It took a push to get him going, a careless boy who wasn’t looking at the path in front of him. Jimin lunged forward, in hopes to catch up with your already gone silhouette.

You’ve once mentioned that your dorm was your favorite hiding spot. It was the realm of your tears and comfort. It separated the outside world and any dangers that it held. Your dorm was a confined space of your heart --- you didn’t hold back any feelings in there. He knew he’d find you there.

He was running at the speed of light. Jimin was in track during high school and had killer speed in the sprint division. There was nothing stopping him once he’s in motion. He jogged up your stairs and pounded heavily on the door.

“(Y/N).. please open up.” He panted, gasping for air now that his heart was fluctuating beats. Jimin leaned over the door, his fist knocking periodically.

He heard your sniffs and cursed at himself for being the reason behind them. Jimin had no intentions of hurting you. He predicted that he would be the one hurt in the end of everything. “I want to explain. Give me five minutes, you’ll understand why I couldn’t kiss you---”

Jimin jotted forward as door flung open. He caught himself before he toppled over your shaking body. Wet cheeks and a pout painted your sad face. Your eyebrows were knitted at the center, “you couldn’t or you didn’t want to?”

He almost began crying right there. You only had to look at him to strip him of his layers. Your eyes ripped through his skin and exposed his rapidly pulsating heart that refused to calm down at the sight of you. “I couldn’t.”

“Jimin, save it. I don’t want to hear your lame excuse about how you couldn’t kiss me. You didn’t want to, I get it. You resent me for pushing you past your comfort zone, but you didn’t have to embarrass me like that. We had a deal and I wished you upheld it like you promised.” More tears slipped down your face. It resembled an earlier memory of when you first asked him of the favor, how you showed up a crying mess over your breakup at Jimin’s door. Now you were crying over Jimin.

His small fingers gripped the ends of his hoodie, his knuckles turning white. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I wasn’t thinking about how it would affect you---”

“---yeah because no one ever thinks about how I feel. No one cares about my feelings, since when did I matter? Right? Well you and everyone else are wrong. Whatever pain you feel, I feel twice as harder because I’m the girl who struggled with loving herself for the past years just to be brought back to square one. The guy who helped me through my insecurities left me and for the reason I feared the most --- I wasn’t good enough. I am not wanted, nor am I loved and it is all because of me. He left me for her because I wasn’t enough and she was better.”

“I love you, (Y/N)! I love you so much, don’t you ever say that you’re not. Because I am that one person who loves you more than you could imagine.” Jimin shouted, his vision blurred by puddles that dare to fall.

Stunned, you tried to dismiss what he meant. It wasn’t romantic, Jimin was your friend. He always said things like this to console you. “I’m not talking about friendship love, Jimin.”

“I’m not either. How --- I don’t know --- how do I explain it, (Y/N)? Do you know the story about the moon and the sun?” Jimin was having a hard time expressing his feelings. He wasn’t good with his words when it came to you, which was a huge contributor to why he never confessed. Every contour of your expression caused his tongue to knot up and his words to slur.

You shook your head, your face remaining blank. He sighed heavily, gulping harshly. He began with a soft voice, “the sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe. I’m the sun and you’re my moon. I held back for so long, still am, for you. You deserve to breathe and I could only hope that you’re shining well in the night sky. We’d never cross paths to where I could take care of you, but I could still watch over your happiness and that was enough for me.”

“Jimin, I never knew---” You started to defend yourself now that you understood the situation. You hated yourself, mainly for ever asking him of the favor.

“You weren’t suppose to. I never decided to tell you because the news would be burdening and my sick, fragile heart wouldn’t be able to take the rejection. I restricted myself to limits, so my feelings wouldn’t grow. I slept with other people to try to get over you. Nothing worked in the end. I’ve loved you ever since sophomore year and my heart grew so attached to your meaningless efforts.” He left you completely speechless. All this time you’ve been hurting him.

“You’re more than enough to me, (Y/N). I even compared you to the fucking moon, a precious rock in space that manages to light up my entire dark night. I couldn’t kiss you because I couldn’t let myself become greedy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to let you go after the deal if we did. It’s like my emotions will grow arms and latch on to something I don’t deserve. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t do that to you. I love you too much to corrupt you.”

“To be in love with someone is a lot, Jimin.” Your chest was accompanied with a burning sensation, but your mind wasn’t soaking in his confession.

“Trust me, I know.” He groaned. You two stood facing each other, still at the cross walk between two realms. The hallway was empty, but was filled with a light buzzing noise from the fluorescent lights above.

After it all, Jimin’s heart remained heavy and now, so was your’s.

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Episode 1: In Omnia Paratus

This episode starts with DR. PHIL COULSON addressing a room full of teachers who are sitting at a round table, there are many folders present and cork boards for the accepting folders to be placed. COULSON is the head of the table with seven other teachers there.

COULSON: Thank you all for coming here today. I have asked you all here to help me man a new post graduate program here at Cornell. We have been given this task by the United States government to assemble of group of student to help establish a plan for a post-apocalyptic world. This is a research based program, we are to have them make plans for structures, governments, crops, etc. Then we are to place them in a remote location and have them establish their plans, we'll use drones to watch them and to see how and if their plans can exist in a post-apocalyptic world. The government has asked us to create this program due to all of the increase in terrorist activity, and the doomsday clock being closer than ever to midnight, the government wants to begin studying how to continue a society when there is catastrophic loss. We have been tasked with selecting one hundred of the best students Cornell has ever seen, from all departments, from all majors, to come together and help establish a utopic society in what would be a dystopic world. Welcome to the In Omnia Paratus Program. Translated, Ready For Anything.

COULSON: Any Questions?

As COULSON says "Any Questions?" we see a large auditorium full of students showing that these are the picked students. The students are looking at COULSON with confused but eager faces. There is a hand raised. COULSON looks at it and it is evident in his face that this isn't a student he likes very well.

COULSON : Yes, Ms. -

The scene cuts to the round table room with DR. JARED L. BEAUREGARD placing a folder in the center of the table with the name FREYA OLEANDER, and her photo paper clipped to the front. FREYA OLEANDER is a beautiful girl with long dark curly brown hair, striking green eyes, and pale porcelain skin.

BERAUREGARD: MS. FREYA OLEANDER. She is one of the brightest and most dedicated student's Cornell has ever seen, she is twenty four years old and has obtained her Bachelor's degree in The Classics with a double minor in Medieval studies and Viking Studies. She then went on to receive her Master's degree in The Classics with a Minor in Medieval Studies. She is fluent in five languages having been born in Barcelona, Spain to a French father and a Spanish mother she grew up fluent in Catalan, Spanish, and French. Upon moving to California at the age of eleven she learned English and she learned Old Norse here at Cornell as a part of her Viking Studies minor. Her -

COULSON: Absolutely not.

BEAUREGARD: And why not? She has graduated with top honors for both of her degrees and is a current Ph. D. candidate.

COULSON: Because she isn't a good fit. Her low moral standings sets a bad example for the other students, this is a prestigious opportunity and I don't want to give other students the impression that if you sleep with your professor you too can be admitted into the most selective program that Cornell has ever offered. We need to pick deserving students who have earned their accolades.

There is a nod from two other teachers DR. QUEEN NIA and DR. CHARLES PIKE. BEAUREGARD'S face is filled with rage!

BEAUREGARD: Excuse me? Are you implying that Ms. Oleander has not earned EVERY SINGLE one of her accolades? That she has not deserved every award she has received over the course of her studies, which I might add, DR. NIA, you nominated her for one yourself. If that is what your implying, you're ridiculous, she did not become the top of her class and receive all of her awards and praise by simply, as you put it, sleeping with her professor. -

ABIGAIL GRIFFIN: If I may interject here… I have to agree with BEAUREGARD, looking over her file and her credentials she is an obvious choice for the program. I think her personal relationship with BEAUREGARD is irrelevant considering she took only one study abroad course with him during her sophomore year of her undergraduate studies. So it is clear that he is not the reason for any of her accomplishments, I am shocked by your discriminatory feelings Tennyson. Shouldn't we place our personal feeling aside to ensure that we are picking the best students possible for this program?

Many of the faculty are nodding in agreement, Beauregard is glad he is not the only one sticking up for her.

COULSON: (Through gritted teeth) Fine. Let's take a vote. All those in favor of accepting MS. OLEANDER into the program, raise your hand.

We see BEAUREGARD raising his hand along with DR. ABIGAIL GRIFFIN, we also see DR. JACOPA SINCLAIR, DR. MARCUS KANE, and DR. MELINDA MAY raise their hands making the vote 5-3, she is accepted.

Back to the classroom where she is asking her question.

FREYA: What exactly is the point? I understand it is a research program but what is our research going to do considering this is just a hypothetical situation we are preparing for.

COULSON: (annoyed)The point is to find out what works and what doesn't. To write it all down. To plan for this hypothetical situation because one day it will be real. Our research will be used to set up a definitive plan which will be guarded and sealed until the time comes for its use, such as the Svalbard Global Seed Vault.

We cut to COULSON in his office with NIA speaking.

COULSON: This isn't hypothetical. We've finally finished the drug that will help to cleanse the world of the lower populations, the perfect population control. Thanks to my company as well as the funding from some of the top world leaders the drug has made it's way onto the market in more than fifty countries. Soon enough the world's population will be threatened no longer by the hopeless, the weak, or the sick.

NIA: What about all the other researchers, the scientist who helped create the drug, won't they become suspicious…most of them thought this was being made to combat future terroristic activity.

COULSON: We tell them nothing. They drug they were working on was meant to be airborne, like a gas, chemical warfare, thanks to some of the higher ups in the research team they took the gas and turned it into a solid form. It's being marketed as a new drug, similar to Marijuana but with affects similar to the harder drugs most junkies are after. The name on the streets is White Gold due to it's white and gold appearance.

NIA: Soon, population control will be a discussion of the past and the world's economic crisis will vanish.

They are sharing looks a smugness on their faces and he is placing his hand on her leg in a sensual way, we can see though on his desk is a photo of his family, his wife, looks nothing like professor NIA.

FREYA is leaving the seminar with her best friend FELICITY CLARKE GRIFFIN and her boyfriend FINN COLLINS. Also their friends JASPER JORDEN and MONTY GREEN. They are chatting about the class and what it is going to entail.

FINN: The way Tennyson was describing the program it made it seem less hypothetical and more real.

FELICITY: Oh Tristan stop being dramatic, your always looking for conspiracy theories.

MONTY: Well, Im, he does always end up being right.

FREYA: Yeah but honestly if there was an impending doom to the world I highly doubt they would rely on literally just us 100 students to figure out the world. Also, we would have gotten more details I hope on how the world was in danger, chemical warfare, nuclear, famine….

JASPER: Buzzkill.

Everyone laughs. FINN'S gaze goes over to a girl, RAVEN REYES who is walking in front of them a ways talking to another student. FREYA notices his gaze as does FELICITY. FELICITY sees who he is looking at and looks down with a guilty look.

FREYA: I heard she's taking the break up well. She's keeping busy, she helped build one of the new buildings on campus.

FINN nods uncomfortably.

FREYA is walking to the dorm where the 100 students will be staying, she enters into the room and notices that it is co-ed room, there is a living room and kitchen and then to the left is the girls bedroom and bathroom, three beds or in the bedroom, the other side is identical but for boys. She begins to place her things in her room when she notices the next girl to come in, it is ANYA TRIKRU. FREYA runs to hug her

FREYA: ANYA!

Flashback to the selection committee. NIA is placing ANYA'S file down in the center of the table.

NIA: ANYA TRIKRU, she is twenty six years old and a doctoral candidate here at Cornell. She received her bachelor's here in Feminist, Gender, and Sexuality studies with a minor in inequality studies. She received her masters in sociology. Her research has not only gotten her attention from the school but also nationally. She has had her research published many times in many different academic journals.

SINCLAIR: I agree that someone with her type of experience and tenure is definitely a plus.

Her file gets put onto the yes board.

FREYA: ANYA! I'm so glad you're here!

ANYA: I've missed you so much, little one.

FREYA: Hey, I'm not a freshman anymore and you aren't my RA.

ANYA: You're right, I'm your room mate now. What do you think of this program they have us in?

FREYA: I don't know, I mean I think the research can do some good it's just the practical part of being put in the woods all 100 of us and being left to our own devices while the professors watch us via drones just gives me too much of a Lord of the flies vibe.

They hear someone else enter the dorm, they go out into the living room area and see BECK OLIVER, Freya's ex boyfriend from long ago. They both go and greet him. In walks BELLAMY BLAKE and JOHN MURPHY. They are looking at the other three with not so happy looks. ANYA is the first to notice those two and says,

ANYA: Looks like this is going to make for an interesting year. We have Cornell's top two jerk's and an ex-boyfriend, well not mine, but hey.

BELLAMY, smirks as he walks over and gives her a half hug and his eyes shift to FREYA who meets his gaze

BELLAMY: I really can't seem to get rid of you, huh?

FREYA: Apparently not, (Now looking at BECK and being sarcastic but she's pretty bad at it.) BECK, I thought I had gotten rid of you.

She is smirking, He understands her sarcasm since they dated and he embraces her in a hug and says,

BECK: It's good to see you too.

MURPHY: Wait, you mean, you two used to date? Freya, you actually dated someone who wasn't old enough to be your dad?!

He snickers along with BELLAMY and FREYA rolls her eyes, suddenly they hear another voice, an unfamiliar one, it seems their last room mate snuck in while they were talking. She is NYSSA AL GHUL and she is in the kitchen with six shot glasses and a bottle of liquor.

NYSSA: On that note, shall we have a drink?

NYSSA is a beautiful tall brunette who is mixed Caucasian and Asian descent. Everyone is looking at her with confused looks because they don't know her, and they generally know everyone. NYSSA senses their confusion

NYSSA: My name's NYSSA, by the looks on all of your faces, you don't know who I am…..

ANYA: No, sorry, did you attend Cornell for your undergrad?

NYSSA: I did actually, well in theory anyway. I was in the same graduating class as you, but I studied abroad almost every semester, I was an Asian Studies major, So I've been almost everywhere in Asia studying their cultures, anyways, cheers?

She was pouring the shots while she was talking and now she grabs one and holds it up and the others follow in suit and they all say cheers before downing their shot.

FREYA is in class with BELLAMY, STAVO, ANYA, FELICITY, FINN, RAVEN, OCTAVIA, JASPER, and MONTY. They are all in DR. MARCUS KANE'S class.

KANE: Welcome, for those of you who don't know me, I'm DR. KANE, I am a professor with the college of Agriculture and Life Sciences. I know many of you here aren't affiliated with that particular college but we think that it is important to learn the essentials of every aspect of survival. In order to have the best post-apocalyptic society we need one that incorporates all areas of study. We need for all the areas to come together, figure out how to problem solve and come up with solution…..(He continues speaking in the background but the students are talking to each other.)

FREYA: Like, how did they come up with these groups?

ANYA: Right, I mean, RAVEN'S an engineer, OCTAVIA I think she did something with health, same as FELICITY. FINN is a government student. BELLAMY and you are degree twins. STAVO, government. MONTY, computer engineering. I mean JASPER'S the only agriculture student here.

FREYA: This whole program is throwing me for a loop I mean -

KANE: MS. OLEANDER, did you have a question?

FREYA is thrown off because she didn't realize he could here them whispering. BELLAMY and his friend STAVO are smirking her way

FREYA: Oh, uh, I was just wondering how my degree would be useful to helping someone with an agriculture degree, I mean, I guess I'm just unsure how this whole program is supposed to work still.

KANE: Tell me something. As a, classics major, right? Yeah, so, have you ever learned of civilization who have had wars over food, had contributors to science persecuted or even had shortages in food that could have been avoided.

FREYA: Well, yeah.

KANE: Can you name some, just any you can think of off the top of your head.

FREYA: I mean, Rome went to wars over grain shortages, their leaders in and out of power over it. They razed Corinth so they couldn't plant on their land again. The entire British empire was made on the consumption of goods trade from other nations, especially food.

KANE: Exactly. JASPER, as our representative from the college, would you have known about any of that?

JASPER: Definitely not. But, why, would I need to? Especially in a post-apocalyptic world, when would that be information be necessary? I mean, is Tribeck going to be there hosting Jeopardy tournaments on the regular?

FREYA: Funny.

KANE: No, I see why he'd think that. I mean in a post-apocalyptic world, do you think their will be just one society? There is going to be many small bands of societies that are going to have to work together, much like today. What Freya and her knowledge could bring is that she knows what's happened before, she might know how to avoid a war with another society, she might be able to use her knowledge to begin trade with other communities. It's all relevant. Every single major plays a factor in every field, that's what you are to determine here, that's what you guys need to do, figure out how to make your major useful. Homework, I want those of you with similar majors to work together come up with some ideas as to how your major relates to what we'll study here in my class. Be ready to discuss these ideas with next class. That's all.

We see BEAUREGARD in his office, he is looking slightly overwhelmed and FREYA enters the room unnoticed by him, she is sitting across from him and after a few moments she makes a noise causing him to notice her, she is smirking and he smiles at her.

BEAUREGARD: Don't worry, I fed the cat this morning.

FREYA: Lynx, his name is Lynx….What are you doing on campus so late?

BEAUREGARD: (annoyed) COULSON wants us to hit the ground running so I've been doing research for Monday's classes, I'm really not sure where to start, I'm not sure exactly what he wants. But we have a staff meeting tomorrow, maybe I'll get some clarity then.

FREYA: (sensed his annoyance) Why do you let COULSON get under your skin so bad? We all know he's a dick, but he can't be that horrible….

BEAUREGARD immediately stops packing up his things and looks her dead in the eyes.

BEAUREGARD: Seriously?! He tried to bar you from the program just because you're my girlfriend, he's a horrible self-entitled man.

This information is news to FREYA, she hadn't been aware of this prior to this conversation but she is no stranger to hearing backlash about their relationship

FREYA: Wait? What? If he didn't want me in the program and he is the director, how am I here?

BEAUREGARD: I presented your file anyways….

FREYA is giving him a look of disapproval and he knew she would

BEAUREGARD: What?! Don't give me that look. It wasn't fair, this program is going to do so good and you're needed to make sure it does good, it wasn't fair that he didn't want you in it because your 'morally reprehensible'-

FREYA: Excuse me?!

BEAUREGARD: What, no, I didn't say you were, he did. He said he didn't want the other students to think that if they slept with their professors they could succeed too.

FREYA: Oh is that all I did. Yeah, Whatever. I don't care what he thinks of me, but I do care that you proved his point.

BEAUREGARD: How did I do that?

FREYA: You brought my file, I don't think you did it because I'm just a good student because in reality you don't really know, I've only taken one of your classes over five years ago because we agreed that if we were going to date you couldn't be my professor. You took my file to the selection committee because I was your girlfriend. You proved his point, that I only got into this program not because of my accomplishments in the classroom but because of you.

BEAUREGARD: You may not have been my student but I know how amazing you are and you deserved a spot. He was never going to acknowledge your accomplishments because of me, I choose to make sure I showed everyone else how amazing you were so they would override his bias.

FREYA: But that wasn't your choice to make. You can't make choices like that for me.

It is evident she is upset and BEAUREGARD is sympathetic to it. FREYA gets up to leave and he grabs her arm to stop her.

BEAUREGARD: Where are you going?

FREYA: I just need some air. I need some time to think.

He let's her leave, he watches her as she leaves.

We see FREYA turning the corner from BEAUREGARD'S hallway and down another, she comes up to an office door and she takes a deep breath in before knocking on the door…We hear a 'come in' and she opens the door, she sits down and then stands up, and then sits back down. As she was coming in DR. NIA was leaving, fixing her hair and DR. COULSON was fixing his shirt as he takes a seat behind his desk to talk to Freya.

COULSON: What can I help you with MS. OLEANDER?

FREYA is a bit frazzled she is not sure what to say she just knows she has to say something.

FREYA: I want out of the program.

COULSON sits up in his chair and is annoyed but calmly replies to her.

COULSON: Why is that?

FREYA: Because I know you think I didn't earn my spot, so if you think I don't deserve to be here then I don't want to be here.

COULSON: Well I was out voted, it doesn't matter what I think at this point, this is government mandated program, the funding provided for the program is for the students names we have already sent in so it isn't as easy as just declining, not now. You received your acceptance letter did you not?

FREYA: Yes but that was before -

COULSON: Then you know, you're locked in, now is that all? It is late and I don't think you should be visiting at these hours…It doesn't look right.

FREYA now annoyed by his words she can feel her blood beginning to boil.

FREYA: What have I done that is so "morally reprehensible" and makes you believe that I am such a horrible human being?

COULSON: (sarcastically chuckles) Well for one, your sense of entitlement is a bit of a turn off. If you haven't noticed your one in one hundred students in the program, you're not the most accomplished here, there are plenty of students who would have loved to have a spot in this program that didn't get one because they aren't sleeping with their professors, then you want to come in here and try to give up your spot, knowing it can't be filled now, because you realize that you don't deserve it?

FREYA: (sarcastically) Tell me how you really feel.

COULSON: It's true, I don't like you. I don't think you're a good fit to represent Cornell in this program, you think it's cute, to be dating your professor, a man old enough to be your father. What you don't understand is that you are ruining this mans careers and credibility that he has been working so hard to obtain throughout his life, he has been working on this career since before you were even born. So I do have a problem with you being here and working so closely with him because it is just highlighting your lack of class and morals. It is taking away the intended focus of the program and opening it up to scandal.

FREYA is furious at what she is hearing but she is smiling.

FREYA: I can appreciate your honesty but there are a few issues with your argument. I never "slept" with my professor as you put it, not that my sex life is any of your business. Also, last I checked like you said he is old enough to be my father, which I would assume makes him a pretty responsible guy, so why aren't you holding him just as accountable for our relationship, It's not like I'm holding a gun to his head or anything. I only took one of his classes anyways so I dare say my entire academic success isn't thanks to him, I graduated with top honors and top of my class so I daresay I built a name for myself, like you said I am one in one hundred students in this program I highly doubt I alone could draw scandal to it. I mean the director having an affair with one of his faculty? Now that could draw scandal.

COULSON: Excuse me?

FREYA: Look we all know your on your third wife, and if the rumors are true you're already looking for a fourth wife in DR. NIA….Aren't you her boss?

On that note she stands up and goes to leave before she does she turns and smiles at him saying,

FREYA: See you in class on Monday.

When she leaves she sees BEAUREGARD sitting on a bench outside the office she tries to ignore him there and she continues to walk away from him. He follows behind her and says

BEAUREGARD: I knew you were going to come here, you can never let things go.

FREYA stops and whips around facing him, she is angry.

FREYA: Are you kidding me?! This isn't what I signed up for. I'm with you because I fell in love with you not because I wanted to be labelled a whore or whatever he thinks. I know I've heard it all before but it has been five years, FIVE YEARS and still nothing is different. I'm tired of the double standard. I'm tired of being told that I am ruining your career. What about my career? What because I'm a young woman I should have known better than to do something like this? Last time I checked we were both consenting adults.

BEAUREGARD: You don't think I get scrutiny too? Do you know how many students have come to my office hours asking if there is anything they can do to bring their grade up like it's some weird porno they've seen on the internet. Shit, BROOKE literally just tried that earlier today and classes haven't even started yet.

FREYA: BROOKE as is BELL'S girlfriend BROOKE MADDOX?...Never mind. I get it but it is just frustrating and now that we are working so closely I feel like it is only going to get worse.

BEAUREGARD: Then maybe we should take a break for a while.

FREYA was looking down but upon hearing this her head shoots up and she is looking at him shocked, she was not expecting him to say that.

BEAUREGARD: I mean what do you want to do? You're unhappy with all this! I don't like arguing with you, I love you! It's not like I'm going to start seeing anyone else and it's not like we aren't going to see each other. Just for a while, let's focus on our work…Don't worry, I'll still take care of Lynx.

He obviously through in that last bit to try and bring out a smile from her, it didn't work. She looks down because she is about to cry but doesn't want him to see.

FREYA: Okay, fine. Whatever. I really have to go now. See you in class Monday.

She turns and begins to walk away and she wipes her eyes as she goes.

BEAUREGARD: FREYA, come on. Stop! We don't have to do this! I was just trying to help.

It's too late she is gone and out of sight. He is left standing their with his hands on his head looking frustrated and confused.

FREYA enters her dorm room to see a lot of people in the living room, she sees BELLAMY with his girlfriend BROOKE in the kitchen along with MURPHY, STAVO, NATE MILLER, OCTAVIA, and EMMA DUVAL. She looks into the living room and she sees ANYA with FELICITY, FINN, MONTY, JASPER, and BECK. FREYA quickly wipes her eyes so no one can see she is crying, BELLAMY watches her walk over to her friends and he notices her wipe her eyes before plastering a fake smile on her face and accepting a drink. He was watching too closely because BROOKE is looking at him like she is waiting for him to respond.

BROOKE: BELLAMY, did you hear me?

BELLAMY: No, sorry, what?

BROOKE: I said, what time are we leaving to go to the bar?

BELLAMY: Oh, um, I think HARPER said it's reserved the whole dorm starting at 10pm. So I guess around then. Shall we just pre-game until?

OCTAVIA: Yes please!

BELLAMY: Slow down little sis, just because your twenty one now doesn't mean I want to watch my sister get wasted.

OCTAVIA: I'm twenty one now, it means I don't need you to monitor my alcohol.

She smirks at him before pouring herself another drink and going to sit in the living room with everyone else. Speaking of….we see FELICITY snuggling with FINN on the couch.

FELICITY: FREYA, how's BEAU?

FREYA: Fine. I don't really want to talk about him tonight though, tonight I just want to spend time with my best friends.

FINN: Cheers to that!

The rest of the people in the room come into the living room, this includes EMMA, STAVO, MILLER, BROOKE and BELLAMY. They are gathering around.

EMMA: Time for a game of truth.

FREYA stands up and leaves the couch for a moment.

FREYA: If we're going to play that juvenile game, I'm going to need another drink first. Anyone else need another?

She looks around, no one does.

JASPER: No, because we're all drinking like normal people, take it easy FREYA.

She just turns and goes to get another drink.

EMMA: Remember, if you don't want to answer the question you have to take a drink. Everyone got it?

She leaves and comes back with a drink. She sits back on the couch. She is sitting next to ANYA on one side and BELLAMY is on the other, BROOKE sits on the ground in front of him with EMMA sitting to her right. Everyone has a drink they're pre-gaming.

JASPER: I'll go first.

JASPER is looking around the circle and thinking. He settles on OCTAVIA.

JASPER: OCTAVIA. Are you single? And if so, do I have a chance?

JASPER and MONTY high five. BELLAMY casts a looks at JASPER. OCTAVIA is flattered.

LAERTES: JASPER.

JASPER: What?!

OCTAVIA: I am and you don't…My turn, ANYA. Out of everyone in the room, who are you most attracted to and why?

ANYA: Oh god, I got to go with BELLAMY unfortunately. He's got a little Asian in him and he looks pretty good with his shirt off.

OCTAVIA: Eww.

BELLAMY is smirking at ANYA she just scowls back.

ANYA: I still hate you. Anyways, MURPHY. Same question.

MURPHY: I'll go with OCTAVIA, don't kill me, BELLAMY.

BELLAMY sends a look at a blushing and smiling OCTAVIA. She sees BELLAMY giving her a look

OCTAVIA: What, I can't help it if people think I'm pretty.

Everyone is laughing except BELLAMY.

MURPHY: …Okay, BECK. What really happened between you and FREYA?

BECK doesn't even think about this one for a more than a second.

BECK: Yeah, I'm not touching that one.

He takes a big swig of her drink.

MURPHY: Oh come on.

FREYA smirks. MURPHY is disappointed. BECK just moves on.

BECK: BELLAMY. Screw, Marry, Kill. FELICITY, ANYA, and FREYA.

BROOKE and EMMA laugh. BROOKE looks up to BELLAMY who is looking down at his drink. BROOKE takes it from him.

BROOKE: I want to hear this one.

FELICITY: Right, he hates us all so much.

All eyes on BELLAMY.

BELLAMY: It's true, this is a tough one, because I can only kill one of you. Sorry FELICITY but I'm going to kill you, FINN might kill me if I say anything else anyways. Also, you talk, A LOT, I don't think I could listen to that in bed or for the rest of my life.

FELICITY: Fair enough, I'll take it as a compliment.

She smiles and drinks her drink.

BELLAMY: Oh god, now it's between the terror twins.

They are both sitting next to him smirking his way.

BELLAMY: Fine, I guess I'd screw ANYA, we'd probably have a good time and I'd marry FREYA, I figure we'd have some pretty good hate sex all the time after annoying each other.

ANYA: I think he just said he'd like to have hate sex with you.

FREYA: He'd only marry me because then he could divorce me, and I'm okay with that. Cheers.

BELLAMY agrees with that and they bump cups. EMMA is looking at her phone and she looks up to everyone

EMMA: Shuttles here! Let's get to the bar! Come on guys.

Everyone is at the club and they are drinking and dancing, we see JASPER and MONTY joking and laughing and FINN is coming up behind them, we see FREYA taking shots with FELICITY and ANYA They just finished taking a shot.

FREYA: Another one please.

The bartender goes to make them one.

ANYA: You got to slow down, What's up with you tonight? Generally it's you who can't keep up with me.

FREYA: I just have a lot on my mind and I'd really like for my mind to just turn off, for once.

ANYA: Well, if it doesn't you can always unload it on me.

They have their shots in front of them. ANYA smiles at FREYA and she smiles back, and they take their shots.

FREYA: Thanks, but, this too shall pass. Let's go dance.

They leave the bar to go do that. Down further at the bar we see STAVO sitting there with a drink and he is watching BELLAMY and BROOKE kiss as they are dancing on the dance floor. He is watching them a little too close. EMMA comes and sits beside him. She orders a drink and that's when he notices she is there. She is looking at him with a smile, he just shakes his head.

STAVO: Say it, I'm pathetic.

EMMA: I wasn't going to say that.

They are silent for a few moments.

EMMA: Why don't you guys just tell BELLAMY what's been going on between you and BROOKE?

STAVO: Because I'd like to stay alive and not lose my best friend.

EMMA: You don't think you'll lose him when he finds out anyways?

He looks at her and then just takes a big sip of his drink.

EMMA: Look, BROOKE is my best friend, but, she's not the girlfriend type, not right now anyway, she enjoys the attention too much, from everyone. Don't let her suck you in.

STAVO: Too late.

EMMA'S drink arrives, she picks it up and is about to leave to go to the dancefloor.

EMMA: Well, don't say I didn't warn you.

Next we see a boy named PASCAL walking over to a girl dancing on the dancefloor, HARPER. He grabs her and says,

PASCAL: Hey, HARPER, I got it. I got us some Wild Fire.

She stops dancing and looks happy at him

HARPER: Shhh. Not so loud, let's go over here!

She pulls him over to the men's restroom and they go in and make sure no one is there. PASCAL pulls out the drug from his pocket and it looks a lot like weed but it is white. He begins to roll it up into a joint.

PASCAL: Are you sure this stuff is cool?

HARPER: Totally, this is the newest stuff out there, the effects are supposed to be awesome without any hangover or withdrawal feeling in the morning

They light it up and begin smoking it. Suddenly they hear the door to the bathroom creak open and they scramble to put the joint behind their back and waft the smoke away, to their surprise is it FREYA.

FREYA: What are you guys doing in here?

HARPER: Nothing.

PASCAL: Hooking up.

HARPER: What are you doing in here, it's the men's restroom…

FREYA: The line for the woman's restroom is too long. Anyways, my twin brother is a drug addict, so I'm not buying it, what are you guys smoking?

HARPER pulls out the joint and shows her.

HARPER: Wild Fire.

FREYA: Never Heard of it, which is surprising because my brother has literally done everything.

HARPER: Wanna hit?

This question makes her uncomfortable and she begins to pick at her skin, after a few moments she answers and says

FREYA: You know what, the kind of day I've had, yeah….I do.

She is about to take the joint from HARPER when suddenly OCTAVIA comes in and sees what is going on and grabs FREYA by the arm.

OCTAVIA: What the hell? Are you guys smoking a joint? FREYA, No, not happening, come on.

She is pulling her out of the bathroom. On the way out HARPER can be heard saying "your lose loser!" After they get out of the bathroom OCTAVIA turns to FREYA and angrily says,

OCTAVIA: Did you really smoke that thing?! What were you thinking? You're so much better than that….

FREYA: You don't even know me! How do you know who I am and what I'm better than. I could be a terrible person, a murderer. I mean haven't you heard, I'm morally reprehensible, I mind as well add junkie and alcoholic to my resume.

OCTAVIA can tell she is wasted. She's pretty drunk too but she isn't having it. Suddenly BELLAMY comes up looking concerned for his sister.

BELLAMY: O, what's going on?

BELLAMY is looking at FREYA and OCTAVIA, FREYA is crying angrily and OCTAVIA is looking at her like a pissed off mom. Laertes looks confused.

OCTAVIA: FREYA was smoking a joint in the bathroom, oh and if you haven't noticed she's wasted, more than me or you.

FREYA: Wrong. Well, yeah I am wasted, but I didn't smoke anything, you stopped me before I could!

BELLAMY is angry and confused he doesn't really know what to do.

BELLAMY: What the hell FREY! Come on you two, I'm taking you both home.

FREYA: (crosses her arms) Like hell you are! I don't want to go home yet. Why do you care anyways, you hate me!

BELLAMY doesn't care what she is saying and he just picks her up and carries her outside of the bar with OCTAVIA right behind, FREYA is cry yelling the whole time. He sits her down on a bench outside, OCTAVIA sits down next to her.

BELLAMY: Okay, I'm going to go inside and pay our tabs and call us an uber, O, just sit here with her. I'll be right back.

OCTAVIA nods and he head back inside, they are both sitting in silence with their arms crossed for a while until FREYA sighs and unfolds her arms.

FREYA: I'm sorry. I've just had a shitty day, I know that's no excuse, you really did save my ass back there. But I mean you really don't know me, so why? Why do you care so much?

OCTAVIA: I don't know, I guess I kind of look up to you.

This shocks FREYA.

OCTAVIA: I know I don't know you all that well but being that you and BELLAMY have known each other for your entire college careers and being that you both study the same thing and you guys have this heated rivalry going on, your kind of the only person he talks about so I feel like I know you.

FREYA: Well I'm surprised you don't hate me then if you've been getting to know me through BELLAMY.

OCTAVIA: (laughs) are you kidding? You do such a good job at annoying him sometimes, I'm jealous, that's supposed to be my job.

They share a laugh when suddenly FREYA hears a noise down the alleyway she turns to look at it.

FREYA: What's that?

She starts to stand up and turn that way but before she can investigate BELLAMY is back outside and the Uber pulls up, he turns to FREYA,

BELLAMY: (he's smirking) Alright, do I have to put you in the car too?

FREYA: (gives him a death glare) No, I think I'll manage.

The three of them get in the car, as they pull away FREYA looks behind them out the rear view window to see the alleyway but she can't see anything. But the audience goes to the alleyway and sees a person eating another person a homeless person, their eyes are glossed over and they are eating the other person's intestines.

The scene opens with BELLAMY helping a stumbling FREYA and a stumbling OCTAVIA come into the dorms,

BELLAMY: Okay, okay, we're going in my room, come on.

FREYA: I need to puke.

BELLAMY: Well you're going to need to hold it in a little longer princess, we're almost there.

Once they reach the room Freya heads for the boys bathroom

OCTAVIA: If I hear her puke I'm going to puke, I'm getting us some water.

OCTAVIA heads to the kitchen to get them all water while BELLAMY heads to the bathroom behind FREYA. He sighs a big sigh and then pulls back her hair reluctantly while she pukes. In between pukes FREYA asks him

FREYA: Why are you being so nice to me?

BELLAMY: Why did you drink so much? As long as I've known you, I've never seen you at a single party, or even drinking a drink.

FREYA: You weren't looking hard enough. I had plenty of drinks, in my room, alone.

BELLAMY: Still doesn't answer my question, why tonight? You looked like you just wanted to get wrecked.

FREYA is finished puking. She sits against the bathtub

FREYA: BEAU and I are taking a break.

BELLAMY: I didn't see that coming.

FREYA: Yeah me neither. I found out COULSON thinks I'm a slut with daddy issues, and didn't even want me in this program, so, the only reason I'm here is because of my boyfriend.

BELLAMY: Screw COULSON, we may not be friends or anything but we pretty much have identical degrees, so I know your accomplishments and I know their legit, so does everyone else. Who cares if he had to force them down COULSON'S throat, you still accomplished everything on your own and if I deserve to be here, so do you.

At that moment OCTAVIA comes in with waters and asks

OCTAVIA: You done?

FREYA: I think so.

OCTAVIA: Good. I hate puke.

FREYA: Don't you study medicine?

OCTAVIA: Yeah, so?

They all share a little laugh

FREYA is sitting on the edge of BELLAMY bed, she is taking her dress off. OCTAVIA is already asleep in BELLAMY'S bed. BELLAMY is at his drawers. He is talking with his back turned to FREYA.

BELLAMY: I have a shirt here you can wear.

He turns around to give it to her and she is in the middle of taking her dress off. Damn she has a good body. He looks for a second too long before turning.

BELLAMY: Uh, you could have warned me.

He is extending the shirt to her with his back turned still. She chuckles and takes the shirt from him and puts it on.

FREYA: You can turn around now.

He does. She is sitting there wearing his shirt as a nightgown, it's hot.

FREYA: Why do I have to stay in here tonight?

BELLAMY: Because, NYSSA is sleeping. You don't need to wake her up being all drunk. Plus, OCTAVIA said so, trust me, you don't know her very well yet, but she always gets her way.

FREYA chuckles. BELLAMY turns from her and he is taking his shirt and pants off, he is stripping down to his boxers. FREYA puts her hands up covering her eyes.

FREYA: Who could have warned who now?

BELLAMY chuckles, he turns around facing her.

BELLAMY: I sleep in my boxers so get used to the view, princess.

FREYA uncovers her eyes. He looks good but she's just drunk, she turns and crawls up into the bed and under the covers, he follows her. She lays facing OCTAVIA. BELLAMY lays on his back. It is awkward silence at first. Then FREYA turns over and faces BELLAMY and laughs.

FREYA: Remember the time, what was it, Freshman year?

BELLAMY: Oh god.

FREYA: You had a horrible room mate.

BELLAMY : I knew you were thinking of this story. Yeah, Matt was a douche.

FREYA: What was the bet, anyways?

BELLAMY: It was on the football game, he thought one team would win so I bet him the other would. Whoever lost had to run up and down the hallway nude.

FREYA: And he locked you out of the room. Naked.

BELLAMY smiles and FREYA laughs.

FREYA: I have never seen you look more terrified.

BELLAMY: I was eighteen, scrawny, pimply, you name it. I needed a tan desperately too.

FREYA: Oh I know.

He turns to face her and he looks at her accusatively.

BELLAMY: Oh, you know? What, were you looking at my ass?

FREYA smiles.

FREYA: I was. I mean I lived right across the hall from you and Imogene and I always left our door open. You were standing right in front of us pounding on your door. I couldn't help it.

BELLAMY: Uh-huh. You couldn't help it huh?

FREYA: You had a nice little butt.

FREYA laughs some more. BELLAMY puts his hand on her mouth and smirks at her.

BELLAMY: Shut up.

FREYA: Make me.

BELLAMY looks at her smirk curiously. He puts his arm around her and pulls her into him. He kisses her. She kisses him back. They are kissing for a few seconds, it is turning into a full make out, her hand is in his hair, he is holding her close. They hear OCTAVIA shift next to them, this brings them back to reality. They break apart. They avoid each others eyes. FREYA turns away from him and closes her eyes. BELLAMY does the same, turning away from her too and closing his eyes, falling asleep.

#the100 #the 100 #cw the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fandom #the 100 fic #bellamy blake #octavia blake #clarke griffin #jasper jorden #monty green

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Behind the Mic (chapter 2)

A voltron college!au fic between Shiro and Lira (OC)

Lira felt dead on her feet. Morning classes were always a hassle and made her and just about 98% of the school feel like zombies. Kudos to the rest who actually liked getting up at 7 am.

After walking into her creative writing class, Lira trudged up the steps to the middle section of the seats. The front was where basically everyone got picked to answer questions, and in the back you could barely hear the professor speak, so the middle was the only option in Lira’s case. After choosing a random row, Lira sat down as if a weight was strapped to her shoulders. She laid her head down in her arms in an attempt to get a few extra minutes of sleep before class started, but was soon woken up by someone tapping her shoulder.

Obviously annoyed, Lira turned her head to the side to see this perpetrator, only to bolt upright when she was faced with the same guy she bumped into yesterday. Since when was he in this class!? Okay, calm down Lira. He’s just a good looking guy you were just ogling after he made you fall. No big deal. Just….talk.

“H-Hi.” Okay, you stuttered.

“Hey,” he replied. “Did I wake you?”

“No, n-not at all! I was just resting a bit….” Lira tapped her hands on the table, thinking of what to say next. “So….what’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to return these.” Lira stared at him confused until he reached into his bag and pulled out the same bag of mini Oreos that she’d dropped yesterday. “You, uh, left them behind, and I didn’t want to throw them away. I figured I’d give them to you since we’re in the same class.” He slid the package to Lira, who hesitantly took it in her hands. He….actually saved them for her. “Thank you,” she said. The guy smiled in response. “I’m Takashi Shirogane, by the way. You can call me Shiro, though.” Lira found herself smiling back. “Lira Evans. Nice to meet you.”

The opening of the classroom door signaled that the teacher was here. She began class by saying that everyone was to write a poem. “Since we have been on the topic of poetry for the past couple of weeks,” she said, “I wanted you all to try your hand at it yourselves.” There was a synced groan from the students that the professor ignored. “Your poems will be due next Friday and everyone will be presenting them.” Another groan from the class, one that Lira heavily emphasized. One thing that was worse than talking to one stranger was talking to multiple of them. She was never good at it; her throat always dried up, her hands would get clammy, and she would stutter tremendously. It was easy to avoid up until now when it was mandatory.This was going to be loads of fun.

Shiro noticed Lira’s look of distress and gave her a pat on the shoulder. “It won’t be that bad,” he assured. Lira sighed. “I hope so.”

“If you need help we could always work on these poems together.”

Lira felt her ears heat up slightly after he said that, because the one thing that romance films have taught her growing up was that working on schoolwork together meant ‘study date’, and study dates didn’t really include a whole lot of studying in those films. Lira instantly shook her head. “I-I think I can do this on my own. Thank you, though.”

The teacher gave the rest of the period to the students so that they could brainstorm their poetic ideas. Most of them sat around and did nothing while the rest got to work. Lira stared at her blank notebook, then to Shiro who was doing the same. He was twirling his pen in his hand, in complete focus. Sighing to herself for what felt like the umpteenth time that morning, Lira reached into her backpack and retrieved a leather-bound photo album and started to look through it for some sort of inspiration. Shiro noticed her movements out of the corner of his eye and switched his gaze to her, then to her album. There were various photos ranging from nature to antiques at a pawn shop and everything in between.

“You’re a photographer?” he asked, pointing to Lira’s album. Lira nodded, then explained how she was an art major in the photography field. “I do draw a little from time to time,“ she said, "but photography is what I’m mostly good at. There’s just so much to capture in one frame. Even a simple photo of a leaf could have a special meaning, although in my opinion the perfect photo is all about angling and precision. You have to hold your camera just right at a certain degree to get a perfect shot, and even after that there’s always the option of the right filter and—” Lira cut herself off when she saw Shiro staring at her, his cheek resting in one of his hands with a smile plastered on his face.

Heat quickly rose to Lira’s pale cheeks. “Oh no,” she said, making Shiro’s smile disappear into a puzzled expression, “I’m sorry, I’m rambling again. God, this always happens!”

“No, no,” Shiro replied, his smile returning. “Don’t be sorry, Lira. You’re passionate about photography, something you love. It’s cute that you like to talk about these things so openly.” Cute? Shiro thought it was cute? Well that was certainly one way to put it.

"I’m….flattered. Usually someone would tell me to stop talking by this point, but you don’t seem to mind at all.” There was a brief silence, both students not knowing how to continue this awkward conversation. It ended up finishing with just that, and the two resorted to writing their poems.

“Bonne après-midi my fellow listeners at Altea University! Welcome back to another daily segment of ‘Advice Corner’. I’m your host, A. It’s that time in the semester again where everyone crams and gathers in the library. Yes, it’s almost time for midterms. Grab your textbooks and your coffee and get studying! And if any of you need to vent or get advice, just send in a call and I’ll listen. Oh, and it looks like we have our first caller. Good afternoon fellow listener. How can I make your day feel A-Okay?”

The line was silent for a second before a male voice broke through.

“Uh, hi A. Man, these midterms are gonna kick my ass. Got any advice on how to not be too stressed?”

“Of course. It’s true that stress can’t be relieved altogether, especially with tests, however there are a few ways to clear your head in these trying times. Go outside for a breather if you feel cramped inside or are in need of a break. Listen to a calming soundtrack made for studying for concentration. Maybe take a hot shower or drink a warm beverage afterwards so that you feel more at ease. I know that when I’m stressed, I always put on my favorite fuzzy pajama pants.”

“Ah, these sound like good ideas. Thank you, A.”

“No problem, mon amie. Glad to help. Okay, next caller!”

Lira stretched in her chair, a strangled noise leaving her throat. Another successful segment, and now it’s back to classes.

As Lira left the office building, she heard her phone vibrate multiple times in her bag. Oh yeah, she’d forgot to silence it before starting the segment. Taking it out while she walked back to campus, she saw that it was yet again a text from Anita, and this time she made a group chat with Pidge included.

Art Nerd (Anita): liraaaaaaa

Pidge(on): llllliiiiiirrraaaaa

Art Nerd(Anita): answer ur phone dammit

Art Nerd (Anita): if ur asleep then wake uuuuuup

Pidge(on): pls dont be dead liraaaaaaa

Not-So-Social (Lira): Guys im fine. Just busy.

Pidge(on): OH MY GOD SHE LIVES

Art Nerd (Anita): PRAISE

Not-So-Social (Lira): Yes yes im alive, but what’s with the group chat? Usually you guys don’t make one unless….

Not-So-Social (Lira): oh no

Not-So-Social (Lira): Guys. This better not be what I think it is.

Art Nerd (Anita): sHIT! pidge shes onto us!

Pidge(on): welp. might as well come clean then. lira, the three of us are going out on Saturday. and when i say three, i mean THREE. not three and then one chickens out at the last minute.

Not-So-Social (Lira): Hey!

Art Nerd (Anita): shes not wrong tho. lira, we know u dont like interacting with other people, but at least spend time with us! we feel bad that ur holed up in ur apartment all the time and god knows we dont want u looking like casper the ghost. hell even pidge leaves her computer once in a while, even if i DO have to drag her away.

Art Nerd (Anita): and i mean it both metaphorically and physically

Not-So-Social (Lira): She goes out with you because you’re dating

Art Nerd (Anita): point taken

Pidge(on): COMING BACK TO OUR INITIAL TASK, it’d be nice to have some fun before we all have to hibernate and cram, and it’s not like we’re going to one of those sketchy frat/sor parties. we’ll go somewhere that’s nice and doesn’t leave us smelling like tequila and pot.

Not-So-Social (Lira): I’m pretty sure I don’t have a choice, but not smelling like tequila and pot sounds great in my book. Fine, send me the details when you guys can.

Art Nerd (Anita): YES

Pidge(on): we knew you’d come around. we’re irresistible >:)

Not-So-Social (Lira): I feel like I’m gonna regret this….

**chapter 3 coming soon!**

Translations

bonne après-midi (French) - good afternoon

mon amie (French) - my friend

#voltron #voltron fic #my writing

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