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ctrldoll · 4 months ago

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Memories, POOF! (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

Geto Suguru / F! Reader

TW: Obsession (Implications) -Geto Suguru- -Gojo Satoru-, Dementia & Suggestiveness.

This work is a part of the [✮𖦹] PINK BOMB! series!

Can anyone tell that I've been going through a writing block? This was in the writing process on August! ( ´△｀)

PEACE AND BLESSINGS TO YOU, MY LOVE! <3

THE cold wind hit you, relieving your body as you walked underneath the scorching sun. Your eyes shut for a moment, causing a chuckle sideways from you. You turned to find plum eyes gazing into your own, gleaming at yours, looking into them.

“What’s so funny, Suguru?” You asked, fanning yourself, and tilted your sunhat to look at him. “This sun’s terrible right now, isn't it?” He asked, tucking his hands into his blue hibiscus-printed shorts. He wore a light matching shirt with a vest and white sports shoes.

“Yeah, it is. Although I can’t help but be grateful that it lets me see you like this.” You flirt with a chuckle, walking further to hide your fluster. Geto brightened red, smiling as he watched your white sundress with small pink flowers flow in the wind. “Geto, don’t keep me waiting! I’ve got goods to buy!”

You held the shimmering top of the gloss as you scanned through it, deciding if it was a worthy purchase or not. The object shone underneath the light, alluring you to it as its inner glow brightened underneath your warm fingertips. “Hmm…you win.” You whispered cheerfully and placed it in the pink basket you held.

“Doll, you’re trying something new. I’m proud of you.” Geto teased, and you rolled your eyes. “This lip gloss just came out. It’s even cuter in person compared to the YouTube ads!” You gushed, slightly shaking the basket as you giggled against the warm body of your lover. He wrapped his arm around you, steadying you in front of him.

“I love seeing you like this. You’re so cheerful.” Geto says, smiling softly as he explores your face with sight as though searching. “You make me like this. I love being around you, Suguru.” You responded, admiring the way the pink fluorescent lights tainted his warm cheek as you held it.

“Come on, Doll. There's a doll I know you'd like nearby.”

౨ৎ

Geto seemed different ever since Riko. He seemed low, his gaze staring into the distance as though lost. Whenever you caught his gaze on you, you couldn't decipher what he was thinking.

He'd shrug off whatever questions you posed towards his new behaviour with a mere ‘I’m alright' or ‘It’s fine’. His laughs seemed robotic now, as though pre-planned and short, lacking his authenticity.

His arm in the night wrapped around your waist, his hold tighter than you remember. His eyes were shut, although you knew at the slightest shuffling they'd wake up alerted and searching.

“Bye, Suguru. Please arrive back safe.” You embraced him tightly at the train station that day. Alarms blared in your head that day, and an onslaught of nerves occupied you throughout. Something was oncoming.

౨ৎ

“What?” Your eyes shut tight at the light that hit your eyes through the thin crack of the window of the room. You looked around, noticing how different everything looked, and shot out of the bed, alert.

You tried activating your technique only for flashes of pain to run down your body. Your eyes shut tight as a painful groan emitted from your lips.

Your eyes then moved towards the cursed silver chains occupying your hands, preventing you from moving to the white door in the corner. Looking around, you found remnants of you around it.

The walls were painted white, pink bows, and stars added to the wall in the area, highlighting the achievements and photos you kept in your home. A net was placed in a hammock position on the wall, plushies of yours comfy among each other.

The shelves weren't any different, as the vintage design blended in with your dolls. You swore that some of the designs only resided on your Amazon wishlist, but there they were.

Click. Your heartbeat thumped fast, and your head snapped to the door. You recognised his studs and silky hair the moment he walked in.

“[Name], you're finally awake.” Geto smiled, walking up to you, unbothered by your situation.

“What am I doing here?” You asked, puzzled at his normality. Your eyes crinkled into a glare when you realised that he must have had something to do with it.

“This is your new home, [Name]. With me.” Suguru remained undisturbed, moving near your dishevelled form.

“Ack!” You yelled under the torment of the chains as you pushed forward to him, your curse broken when activated. “You don't need to be frightened, [Name]. You're safe with me.”

His gaze offered no comfort. A shadow of his former self flickered as he gazed at you, but you could tell that your lover was no more.

“Why?” You asked, tears at the edge of your eyes as you knew that you were cornered. No more would you see your loved ones, embrace the outside, or the simple moments provided in your previous life.

“My values don't align with those of the Jujutsu world anymore. Why should we have to defend such ungrateful things? We face the turmoil for filth, which will never appreciate it. For mere monkeys? We deserve much better, [Name]. Geto sighed at your compliance with the system, your tears aching him.

He kneeled down to your level, and you felt the chains reel back your hands as his hand drew to your face. “Oh, don't cry. This is for your own good. You’ll see, my doll.” Drops of your tears pour onto his soft, pale fingers as he caresses you, his touch cold and calculated. He loved you no more but was obsessed.

౨ৎ

The time went by slowly; little by little, your sanity seeped into nothingness. After a frantic stab on Geto’s hip with a broken piece of a white vase you knocked to the ground after you toppled away from him, he snapped.

The trickle of blood staining his gold kāṣāya and blending with the black of the yukata was all but what you could pay attention to as his hands roughly held your lips open as you remained still, helpless against the bounds that held you. You had no reminder of the vile taste of the murky, grey curse as it was forcefully shoved into your throat, demanding it be consumed.

“You've left me with no choice. You shouldn't have been so stubborn.” The ball struggled not to clog up in your throat as Suguru’s thick fingers shoved it in. You swallowed it in a desperate attempt for relief; it lasted a second before you despaired as your vision blurred. You toppled over, feeling the cold white tile on your cheek as the room darkened.

Guilt flashed for a moment in Geto’s conscience while he watched your withering form, face crinkled in pain as the filth began to consume you. He lifted your body into his arms and walked to your bed. He felt the remnants of the curse in you and swore to himself, wishing that there was a better way to get you to comply with his will.

౨ৎ

“Who are you?” Your voice whispered in the dark of night as you sipped on a cup of tea, looking at the dark-haired man across you. Your head felt empty, remnants of something lingering but blocked. You couldn’t identify why you felt so—just that it was there. “I’m your lover. I’ll help you regain your memories, doll.” Your heart buzzed at his voice when he said, ‘Doll.’ It filled you with warmth yet dread lingered in the air.

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Geto, after a while, even if he was reluctant to let you out, he led you to the garden of his small escape, where you met Mimiko and Nanaba, the twins. You shuffled in the grass as you observed them beside Suguru. Nanaba seemed shy when you sat down next to them, while Mimiko was excited to finally meet you. “You seem nice.” Nanaba whispered, admiring your embroidered attire. “Suguru has told us much about you.” Mimiko held in her joy, aware of your sensitive state as Geto informed them both of it beforehand. “I hope we’ll be good friends.” You said, pleased at their smiles.

You looked at Suguru, laying your head on his shoulders as you held his hand, seeing what made him so proud of the girls while they played underneath the hot summer sun. “It's great that you took them in.” You smiled at the sight of them as they chased each other.

“They're amazing, aren't they? I love them.” He whispered in your ear with wistful eyes on them. You shivered slightly at the warmth of his breath and hoped he didn't notice it. He shot a sly smile, having seen, and tightened his hold on your waist. “Surely you aren't so easy to fluster? It was a bad idea to show me that; it'll be too tempting not to take advantage of it.”

౨ৎ

“Ugh.” Geto's injuries flared all over his body while his brain kept sending constant warnings for him to do something, anything. A cacophony of miseries as he grasped his final moments, looking up at the striking blue eyes and white hair of the man who struggled to break down in front of him despite his demeanour.

“This must thrill you, Satoru.” He teased with the smirk he could barely afford as his head began to spin, the process of being unable to distinguish anything beginning.

“I knew how you looked at her. Her smiles, her laughter, her grace—you wished you were the one close enough to experience them all, weren’t you? How desperate you were to touch her. Satoru, you’re not the slick bastard you think you are. I’m not surprised that you’re perverted. She has that affect on us.” Suguru chuckled at the shame that contoured Satoru’s face as his breathing heightened and his eyes widened while his face flushed red.

“I wrote notes of every single curse I had. You have to know what you’re eating.” A poor attempt at a chuckle slipped from his lips as his eyes rolled back before he forced himself to stay awake. “The memory loss one, too. It’s a favourite of mine for obvious reasons.” Suguru rolled his eyes at the guilt that clouded his mind for a slight moment. “I wrote everything I could on it. How to activate it, how to deactivate it, how to reset it... and so on and so forth.” Suguru could have let out a hearty laugh as realisation crossed Satoru, then the anger that crinkled his face if he wasn't so weak. “You think I’d do that to her?! I’m not like you!” Satoru barked at the exhausted being, who rolled his eyes and sighed. “There’s no need to compare, Satoru. I know you will.”

“By the way, be sure to buy her a Sonny Angel. She’s building a collection.”

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Satoru loved to think he was a man much stronger than his desires, that all the training he had done made him above all in a sense. It was true that he was the strongest of all sorcerers, that all the hits taken on him as opponents tried to reach his level brought him to this point aside from his biological advantages.

But, to him, in this moment, he was the weakest of all as he watched your pretty eyes look right back at him, your strawberry plush in your arms and favourite drink on hand as you adjusted to the large living room in his home.

“Who are you?”

Satoru hoped the blur of Suguru’s form reflecting on the floor-to-roof windows was a mere figment of his imagination. The smirk it made burned his iris alongside your lost eyes. He blinked, and it disappeared.

“I’m your lover, darling. I’ll help you regain your memories.”

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plushieclan · 5 months ago

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How to code your own plushie: step by step guide by plushieclan

So, you’ve got a favorite stuffed animal that you want to put into Clangen and make them suffer! Luckily, it’s easy as pie to get done. All you’ve gotta do is get three things handy— your plush, your Clangen cat file, and one of the Clangen appearance spreadsheets (you can find them in this post on the Clangen tumblr). I also recommend Catmaker for first-time code editors— and even if you aren’t that, it’s good to visualize the appearance of your cats without having to open and close Clangen a billion times

In this guide

Finding the files

Easy example

Harder example

How to Troubleshoot

Finding the files you need

To get to your cats file, start by opening Clangen (I use Lifegen, which has a different background, but everything else UI-wise is the same

Go to Settings and Info

Then at the bottom left, click the button labeled Open Data Directory.

This will take you to this file. Click on saves

Then click on the clan you want to modify the cat to. I’m using Crystalclan for this demonstration

From there, click where it says Clan Cats. That’s the file we’ll need.

Example 1: Simple Plushie

For this example, I will be using this plushie. It is a small sheep plushie— easy to add! Start by identifying its major characteristics

Easy enough! Now, let’s find the cat you want to change into this plushie. I do not recommend adding a cat from scratch unless you want to be in pain. Just do control + F and then type in the cat’s name. I’ll be using this little cat.

There he is! Now let’s change his appearance, shall we? Pull up your spreadsheet. I’ll be using the lifegen guide, but you’re better off using the stable guide!

Let’s start with the base— what pose do we want? We definitely want this kitty to be long haired, so let’s look at the long-haired poses.

I think I like pose 10 best! It’s both fluffy and looks mostly curly. Let’s code it in.

Luckily, he’s already long-haired. If he had short hair, I’d change “long” to “short” or “medium” (they’re the same visually). Let’s change that 11 to 10

Perfect! Onto the base color.

Now, he’s mostly white. But, I’m not going to make him a base white— otherwise, we won’t be able to get his brown horns. I’ll interpret his brown horns as a brown ear area, and the heart Crete as a darker spot. So for that, let’s get a base of brown. To make that spot darker, I think I’ll go with singlestripe. This is so that it shows up darker where the pelt shows through the white spotting.

We’ll go with dark brown, as it has the darkest stripe and matches the brown well. To give it more saturation for an even better match, I’ll give him a yellow tint. This is what it would look like now!

To code it in, I’ll change the “Agouti” to “Singlestripe”. If you’re ever unsure of the pelt name, the spreadsheet will have it listed in proper syntax. Then, I’ll change “CHOCOLATE” to “DARKBROWN”. Finally, I’ll change tint from “none” to “yellow”.

Pelt done! Let’s move on to white spots.

Now, we want only his ears and a small spot to show. This means he’ll be mostly white— so let’s check out the large patches.

The patch that fits what we need best is probably Lightsong! It’s the only pelt that only shows the ear and a patch. Let’s put it on him!

There we go. Now, his white is a little creamy, so let’s make it cream-tinted

Perfect! That’s our sheep! Now, let’s code it in (we don’t have to worry about eyes with this one— his eyes are black. I just choose whatever eyes I want).

I’ve changed his patches from “MASKMANTLE” to “LIGHTSONG”, and his tint from “none” to “cream”

Alright! It should be done now. Save the file, then open up the game. Be sure to close the cats file now that you’re done with it.

Example 2: Complex plushie

What happens when the plushie is more than just a white and brown cat? Well, that’s when we get into the realm of torties. They’re the hardest thing to code into Clangen, but the most flexible way to make any plushie work. Let’s go crazy with this. If I don’t specify a step that was in the last one, assume I’m still doing it.

I’ll be using this small Webkinz frog plushie. She’s a green frog with brown rosettes and a yellow underbelly. Not a natural coat color. Luckily, it’s not as hard as it looks— so long as you know what you’re doing

Let’s prioritize. We can probably get the underbelly using white patches— let’s go with dark cream, since that’s the closest to yellow. Let’s look at white patches. I think Princess is probably our best bet. It has that under the mouth and stomach shape we need. It also has the bottoms of the feet, so it’s perfect for our needs. Let’s apply it to our cat.

Now, let’s tackle the biggest problem. How do we make a cat green?

Well, there are a couple of tints that will cause some cats to be certain colors… ish

Here’s my list:

Pale ginger + purple tint = lighter pink cat

Lilac + red tint = dark pink

Gray + blue tint = blue cat

White + purple tint = purple cat

Pale gray + yellow = green cat

I’m sure there’s more if you play around, but we’re going to use the pale gray and yellow combination! I’ll be making her a rosette too, since she has rosettes. But we still need to add her brown splotches

This is where tortie patterns come in. We’ll be using golden-brown for her color, and rosette for the pattern. Let’s look for the shape of the tortie patches

I think Mottled is a good shape for it. Let’s use that. Now, let’s code it in.

Start by putting “Tortie” or “Calico” into the pelt name, then “PALEGREY” into the pelt color (since it’s the base color).

Now, for the harder part. Here’s how we code the rest

Where it says pattern, put the pattern of the spots. For us, it’s Mottled.

Where it says tortie_base, put the pattern of the base color. Remember that this one is weird; the pattern is NOT capitalized here! We’re going to put rosette.

Where it says tortie_color, put the color of the patches. I’m using Golden-brown. This IS formatted like the normal color entry.

Where it says tortie_pattern, put the pattern of the patches. I’m going with rosette for this one too

When it’s all together, it should look like this.

Congrats! You made a complicated plushie into a cat! Check the cat out in game! This is what she should look like

Troubleshooting and common errors

So, you’ve followed this guide and booted up Clangen, only to be greeted by this! What does this mean? Fear not, this has a simple solution.

First, go to Jsonlint.com

From there, copy and paste your whole cats file in. Validate, and it’ll tell you exactly where you messed up the formatting. Fix it in the website, then in the file. Run it again to make sure there aren’t any more errors.

Once you’ve got this, you’re good!

But what happens if you can open the game, but your cat looks like this?

Well, simple. It’s not a formatting error— it’s either a spelling or case error

First, go back to the cat you modified. Go through everything you changed. Is something not capitalized that should be? Capitalized when it shouldn’t be? Cross reference the guide. Here, I accidentally wrote “brown” instead of “BROWN”

If that’s not the problem, then it may be a case of the British spelling. Is the cat a single color or gray cat? The game is quite odd about this.

When in the Pelt name or pelt color slots, it uses British spelling. For example, single and two color cats are spelled “SingleColour” or “TwoColour”. Gray cats are exclusively spelled “GREY” when as a pelt color, but “gray” as a tint. Confusing, i know. Just remember to check them!

If none of these work, check out the Clangen discord! They have a channel all for coding help, and it’s very useful

Conclusion

I hope this helped you guys get closer to making your plushies real! Coding the game is quite accessible once you know what you’re doing, and it adds a lot of enjoyment to an already amazing game. Have fun, and be sure to tag me with your cat creations!

#clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warriors oc #wc #plushies #long post #guide

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ur-jinji · 4 years ago

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141+levi

ps. have a lovely night (: and dont put preasure on yourself. u are great!

thank you very much anon!!! have a lovely night yourself <3 ur greater :)

someone to spend time with

levi ackerman x gn!reader college au

summary: in which two lonely people share an unlikely friendship and some confused feelings for one another

word count: 2.2k

song: someone to spend time with // los retros

“i got you boba,” you announced as you approached a small, square table in the library where your classmate, levi, resided.

“what the fuck is that.” he asked.

“tea.”

“say less.”

you handed him the drink and sat down across from him, watching him slurp away. his attention quickly moved back to the book in front of him.

“how’d you find me?” levi questioned, his steel eyes glancing up at you for a quick second.

“you’re always here,” you replied, shrugging. “plus, i need help with our reading assignment.”

“you always need help.” he sighed and closed his book.

you and levi shared a shakespearean literature course and somewhat became friends by default because your assigned seats were directly next to each other. he was very reserved in class, but your boredom got the best of you, so you’d talk his ear off. he wasn’t very amused initially, as he took his schoolwork and class time very seriously, but he eventually warmed up to you. after forcing levi to help you once, you just kept coming back. you enjoyed his quiet company, and he appeared to be just as alone as you were. except his was by choice, you assumed.

“i just can’t keep up with all of macbeth’s drama,” you joked. “i figured i’d pay you with tea and my presence to help me for the millionth time.”

“yeah, your presence was starting to not be enough,” levi said monotonously, yet a small smile forming on his lips.

“you must like my company a little if my presence was enough of a payment before now,” you replied as you leant your elbow on the tea, resting your chin in your palm.

“i guess you’re okay,” he said simply. “what do you need help with.”

“listen, i tried to read act 2, but i was at a loss,” you stated. “oh, and i forgot my book.”

“you’re an idiot,” levi mumbled, shaking his head. “c’mere.” your eyes widened, but you complied, getting up from your seat across from him. as you made your way around the table, he grabbed the back of the chair next to his and pulled it out for you. you thanked him and took a seat, in which he replied with a simple “mm-hm.”

“take some notes. i don’t want you calling me tonight saying you’re confused,” he told you. you nodded and grabbed your pencil and notebook from across the table. levi started summarizing the text for you, and explaining the shakespearean language that constantly left you feeling perplexed. you silently listened, jotting down notes for a while before getting bored and doodling on the sides of the paper. he quickly took notice in your drawings. he glanced down, seeing an outline of an angry face, along with an arrow pointing to levi. his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the word “stinky” accompanying the face and arrow. he swiftly picked up his own pen and drew an x through your doodles, then scribbling “brat” down on the paper. you giggled and nudged his knee with yours.

“tch. you should be paying attention. we’re being quizzed on this,” levi commented, causing you to groan. you folded your arms and let your face fall forward into them.

“i didn’t even hear the professor say anything about a quiz,” you grumbled, your voice muffling against your skin.

“you didn’t hear because you’re always talking my ear off. she said there’ll be an essay, too,” he added, only making you groan once again. you relaxed slightly when you felt his hand pat the back of your head. his head pats were his quiet way of trying to comfort you. they always felt nice.

you suddenly perked up, his hand falling off your hair, in which he moved to rest it on the back of chair.

“okay, okay. let’s get serious,” you said, nodding towards his textbook.

“i’ve been serious,” levi replied blankly. he continued his little lecture, and you wondered if he realized his fingers had started toying with the ends of your hair. his touch sent chills down your spine. you started to take note in your mind of how he sometimes did those little things. those little gestures and touches. you liked them a little more than you should have. maybe you were just touch starved, or maybe they just felt good coming from him. levi wasn’t an easy guy to read, so you normally brushed those kinds of moments off. but as he droned on about some witchs’ prophecies, all you could think about was how the tips of his fingers were getting closer to the skin on your nape.

“you’re not taking notes,” levi stated the obvious, sighing and turning his head to you. “like i said, i don’t want you calling m-“

“what if i called you anyway?” you asked gingerly. his eyebrows furrowed, and the hand behind you disappeared. “like, what if I called you, but not to talk about macbeth?”

“what else is there to talk about.”

ouch. okay. now this is fucking awkward. should’ve just kept my mouth shut and let the kid keep playing with my stupid hair.

“hah, nevermind. i was just kidding. keep going,” you managed to get out, despite the feeling of an invisible hand around your neck to keep you from continuing to make an ass of yourself. you shifted your attention forward, your gaze falling down to your notebook.

“um, yeah. you can call me,” levi spoke, his normally uninterested tone sounding off. there was the tiniest hint of....desperation? tenseness? it went unnoticed by you.

“no, it’s okay. i don’t wanna bother you more than I have,” you replied. i need to get out of here. “i actually gotta go. i told my, um, roommate i’d help them with something.” you swiftly stood up, reaching out to gather your things, when levi’s hand was suddenly grasping your wrist.

“i...want you to call me,” he said, his volume low and his gaze shifting around, appearing to be quite nervous. you froze, and his grip on your wrist began to loosen before letting it drop. you nod slowly, pushing your head downwards to hide the embarassing blush creeping on your cheeks.

later that night, you were left alone, as your roommate was out with their friends or participating in a study group almost every night. you were sat at your desk, drumming a pencil and fidgeting around nervously, wondering if you should call levi. the phone works two ways, and you always seemed to be the one making the effort to hang out or talk to him.

what if he thinks i’m desperate?

you sighed and swallowed your pride. you pulled out the headphones from your ears that were playing loud music and found yourself staring at his contact in your phone.

knock knock. knock.

your head snapped in the direction of the noise coming from outside your door.

“hey, brat. let me in.”

you froze, your mouth dropping. you sat there for a few moments, debating whether or not you should pretend you went to bed.

knock. knock.

you took a deep breath and stood, making your way to the door and cracking it open. you saw levi with his usual stoic expression. before you could even say a word, he raised his hand, pushing the door open and walking past you. he stopped in the middle of the room, his gray eyes scanning the area.

“i’m assuming this is your side,” levi said simply, pointing to your side of the room. you felt embarrassed when you realized your bed was unmade and a plushy was propped up against your pillow.

“hah. uh, yeah,” you replied. the nerves in your voice and laugh were evident. you crept to your desk, wanting to hide anymore embarrassing evidence. you quickly found a cringey picture frame of you and a friend from your hometown, your hand grasping it and gently placing it facedown.

“what brings you to my dorm?” you wondered, taking a seat in the desk chair to hide your shaking legs. unfortunately for you, your shifty actions only grabbed his attention, and your question went ignored. levi strolled to your desk and pressed his hand on the wooden top, leaning nonchalantly. he reached out for the picture frame you were desperate to hide, and picked it up. you looked up at him as he observed it with a small smirk.

“tch. cute,” he commented before propping the frame back on the desk. you hurriedly slammed it facedown again, mumbling a sheepish ‘thanks.’ you continued to stare up at him as his eyes looked over your desk. his attention turned to you, his eyes falling onto your pink-tinted features.

“want some tea?” you offered.

some time later, you and levi found yourselves lounging on opposite sides of your bed, both sitting with legs criss crossed. he held a large tea cup, sipping quietly at his second drink as you let him in on some gossip about your roommate’s friend’s cousin. you don’t even know how you got to this point, but after offering him a drink and busying yourself, your nerves simmered. it felt a lot more comfortable after that.

“and then they said that she said that he got caught sexting not one, not two... but twelve other girls. then his girlfriend tried to burn his house down. and now she’s in prison for attempted arson,” you finished. levi lowered his cup after taking a long sip, and continued to stare with a blank expression. but despite his bored appearance, he was rather invested in this story.

“that’s rough,” he commented.

“i know right?” you replied as you picked up your phone. you clicked to see the time. “jeez, it’s already midnight.”

“tch, is that your way of kicking me out?” levi asked, smiling ever so lightly.

“unfortunately, yeah. i have an 8am class tomorrow,” you said, putting a little pout on your lip. “we should do this again, though. feels nice to just hang out with someone.”

“isn’t that what we’ve been doing in the library?” he questioned.

“i don’t count me making you help me with shakespeare as hanging out,” you explained.

“that’s fair.” he shrugged.

“also, this is the first time you initiated being around me,” you boasted, feeling pretty satisfied with yourself. “that means you think i’m fun.”

“i never said that.”

“well, you being here says otherwise. sooo...”

“whatever, brat.”

levi stood from his spot on the end of your bed, handing you his empty cup. you stood as well, following him to the door.

“i guess you’re okay,” he offered. “this was okay.”

“that translates to, omg y/n is the best, they’re sooo much fun,” you teased, nudging your elbow against his. “anyways, i guess i’ll see you in class on wednesday.”

“i guess you will,” he replied plainly, raising his hand to touch a strand of your hair, putting you in a state of shock. your mouth gaped slightly as you studied him curiously. after a few moments of silence, levi abruptly started leaning forward, your eyes widening. before you could react, his lips were against yours.

is this actually happening? you wondered. oh, my god it’s actually happening. this is real.

it took you no time to respond to the kiss, your eyes quickly fluttering shut. you hadnt been kissed a long time, and you remembered first kisses always being a little awkward as you both had to adjust to the way the other’s lips moved. but there was no awkwardness. there was no needing to adjust; it was perfect.

his movements were surprisingly fast and needy, his hands moving to hold your jaw as both of your quiet, desperate noises were swallowed. your hands came up to grip his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. you could feel little tingles everywhere he touched you, and a knot starting to form low in your stomach. you felt his tongue slip into your mouth as he moved his hands down to hold your waist, arching your back slightly. levi started to redirect you, pushing your back against the door, causing a loud thud against the wood.

“y/n? what was that?” a voice from the other side of the door called. your eyes flew open, seeing his steel eyes already looking back at you.

“shit!” you hissed. “my roommate.” you pulled your face away and took a deep breath, your hands still holding levi’s neck, and his still gripping your waist. you gazed at him for a moment, admiring his features. you hurriedly leaned in again, giving him one final, quick kiss.

“sorry! hold on!” you finally responded to your roommate as they started turning the doorknob. the two of you let one another go, quietly stepping away from the door that started to open.

“you won’t believe the night i-“ your roommate started, but freezing once they saw levi. their mouth dropped open and they glanced at you, shocked.

“sorry, he was just leaving,” you said, rushing to push levi through the open door. you followed him out, closing the door behind you. you sighed loudly.

“i’m sorry about that,” you told him quietly. he shrugged and slid his hands into his pockets. “i knew you liked me.”

“you’re okay,” levi replied, his eyes holding a warmth you had never seen from him before. “i’ll see you on wednesday.”

“yeah, yeah, see you wednesday,” you said, grinning as he turned around, making his way down the hallway.

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simpsiren · 4 years ago

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lee jeno x reader

description. In a small town where everyone knew everyone, it didn’t come as a surprise for my little self to quickly fall in love for the boy I spent my entire childhood with. But after he left the town one night, I refused to head back there. That is until I received an envelope one day that contained a postcard that had a short note along with polaroid pictures

genre. angst, fluff, childhood friends/crush to lovers

word count. 8k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. hihiii I actually thought this idea is pretty cool. I never expected it to be this long but oH wEllS HAHA either way i hope you’ll enjoy since I really enjoyed writing this :D

“What was taking you so long to get here?” I shouted, looking down as I saw a shadow and the rustling sound of the grass, knowing who it was since no one else would be at this side of town.

“Dinner held me back.” The familiar voice rang through my ears as Jeno climbs up the ladder to the rooftop where I waited for him.

He gets comfortable next to me as he placed his hands behind him and leaned back, tilting his head up to face the night sky. We took the time in the comfortable silence to bask in the moonlight, the blank dark sky with only few starts to be seen as the cold breeze touched our skin ever so lightly.

“Don’t lie. They fought again, didn’t they?” I finally spoke up. I brought my knees close to my chest, arms wrapped around my legs as I laid my head on one knee and turned to face him. His side profile looked as good and indulging as always.

“I can never lie to you.” Jeno suspired in defeat, running a hand through his soft and fluffy hair. “I don’t even know how I got caught up in it.” He added on. I frowned and placed my hand beside his head, moving it gently to rest on my shoulder. He leaned against me as I wrapped my arm around him and rubbed the side of it.

“We’ll get out of this town eventually. In a few years time, we’re fleeing this place.” I whispered gently. My hand creeps up his hair, running my fingers through his locks.

I really wished I could stay like this with him forever; being this close to him— having him appreciate my embrace as we admired the atmosphere of the plain boring night. Though my nights were never plain when it was with him. I liked him that much, when I wouldn’t mind doing anything as long as he’s here.

“Keep your promise.” I chuckled lightly, feeling his hands wrapping around me as he snuggles up closer. I felt his breathing against my skin with his touch setting off the usual butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “You know I always do.”

However, I also knew that his touch towards me has always been intentionally platonic. It hurt my heart in a way as I could only wish it meant something more without him knowing my desire towards him.

Silence once again settled in. But it quickly came to an end when Jeno took in a deep breath, the sound of him gulping can be heard. “If I happen to flee first, I promise I’ll find you again.” He suddenly let out. I raised a brow at my friends’s questionable words.

“What do you mean?”

Jeno heaved a sigh. I thought it was a normal sigh at first, but I realised that it had an underlining meaning to it, a probably gloomy one. “Nothing in particular.” He replied in a simple directness. I could tell he didn’t want to explain. I didn’t bother pushing it further. But I still wondered what he meant by that.

And that’s how I spent my nights with the boy I liked— hanging out at the rooftop of an abandoned house till late at night. Sometimes we’d stay there till morning if one of us decided not to go home.

I’d fall deeper for Jeno with every night passing by. I would talk about my late night thoughts and feelings. He’ll listen throughout, regardless of how weird or boring it got. And I did the same for him. I was never not entertained by him. His voice, the little actions he does while he talked, his indulging features. I liked him so much.

We were just reckless teenagers. Free to do whatever while we’re stuck in a tiny town with only each other to entertain and be entertained by. We depended on each other for everything; we only had each other. My relationship with Jeno was nothing but perfect in the most simple and boring way possible. And that’s what I liked most.

That is until one day, he left town without a word of notice. No signs, no announcement— nothing. He didn’t text me at all either, no matter how many times I spammed him with texts and missed calls. It’s like he vanished out of my life. My only friend and crush— gone. Just like that.

It sent me down an emotional roller coaster. Feeling anger, sadness and betrayal all in one go. I’ve been stuck in a loop of my own mixed up feelings for months, unable to get over Jeno.

He didn’t leave a single trace of him, but I knew very well that he had a special place in my heart. One so deep and impactful. I wanted to get rid of this place, but I never can, even after all these years. He probably doesn’t know it. With every step I took around town, everything had something to do with him. I was never able to get him off my mind.

It frustrated me. Everything here had a piece of him, and I was left to pick up each and every one as I ponder about why he left without letting me know. Was I that insignificant all this while that he couldn’t tell me before hand? Did I even mean much to him that he didn’t think about me on the night he left?

And those questions still remain.

“Yo!” I heard the shriek of a familiar voice right behind me as an arm swung around my shoulders. I didn’t bother looking at him as I kept walking forward while he followed closely beside me.

“Yes, Jaemin?” I asked, finally turning my head to meet his face, having his bright and bubbly smile as usual. “Bubble tea date?” Jaemin giggled like a child.

With a slight chuckle, I gave him the same smile and questioned, “Your treat?”

Jaemin rolled his eyes, faking his exasperation. Though he still walked while bouncing on the ball of his feet. “Why bother asking when we both know your cheapskate ass will never pay.” He grumbled.

I gave a light shrug of my shoulders. “True that.” I admitted easily. We headed to the nearby mall and got our bubble teas. Though I wanted to pay him for my drink since I did feel slightly bad, he gave an answer that said, “I mean if you want to.” I would have, but felt like I didn’t moments after.

We made our way back to the dorms. With my dorm and his being on the same floor and only a few dorms down the hall, we decided to go to my dorm.

And that’s when I saw it. The moment I opened the door. The first thing that caught my eye was the envelope on the floor, centimetres away from my foot as I took the first step to enter. Jaemin bumped into me due to my sudden stop of movement that led him to ask, “Why’d you stop?”

I bent down to pick it up in my hand, moving it around as I looked at it from all angles before standing up and showing Jaemin the envelope. He snatched it away from me and inspected it as well.

“Doesn’t have a sender.” He took note, handing it back to me with a shrug. I raised both shoulders before entering my dorm completely, standing aside to let Jaemin in and close the door.

I threw my bag beside where Jaemin put his; beside my study table as he plopped himself onto my bed and allowed his body to sink in the piles of pillows and plushies I had.

Sitting down next to him, I held the envelope up in the air, making Jaemin sit up straight with his legs crossed as leaning in with curiosity. “Open it, open it.” He chanted.

I tore open the seal, taking out whatever’s inside till it’s empty, crumpling up the envelope and throwing it in my small trashcan beside the bed.

“What the heck?” Jaemin and I muttered in unison as we stared at the items in between us on the bed. I tilted my head to the side, lifting up the item that was nearest to me. “A postcard?” I flipped it to the other side, noticing it had a note written on it.

“How are you?” A question that never escaped my mind during my free time. Though I may never get an answer, I wish to see you. But only from afar. I’d be too ashamed to have you in front of me. So, how are you?

As I read out the words on the postcard that was written in a seamlessly beautiful handwriting, Jaemin took the other items in his hands, continuously shuffling from one to another and repeating the process after staring at each one for a few seconds.

“Someone wrote you a note and sent you polaroids?” Jaemin asked, handing the polaroids out for me to take. I took it and gave him the postcard to allow him to look at it as well.

There were three polaroids. All had dates on the blank space under the picture. I didn’t know what the dates would mean. The date they took the picture? Any other significant meaning? I just knew the dates were about a few weeks ago and were days apeart from each other. The pictures were vague, seemingly random. But a closer look got me to realise it. “Whoever sent it must be in Paris.”

Jaemin clicked his tongue, nodding his head. “Weird. Do you know anyone that would send you something like this?” I furrowed my eyebrows and rolled my eyes, lifting the polaroids in the air and waving it around. “I wouldn’t be looking this puzzled if I had known.”

“Maybe it’s your secret admirer.” Jaemin assumed, the side of his lip rising a little as he cocked a brow. I scoffed, squinting my eyes at him with my mouth gaped open. “Yeah, sure.” I said sarcastically.

I rose from my bed, the polaroids in hand and snatching away the postcard from Jaemin. I walked to my study table and opened the small drawer under it, shoving them in and slamming it shut.

“For all I know it could be a stalker. Like hello? Who would know my location?” I went back to my bed, reaching my hand out to take the remote controller on my side table.

Jaemin chuckled. “Seriously? We’re in college. It’s not like they know your house address.” He shook his head and turned his body to face the television as I turned it on and headed to Netflix.

“I don’t know who sent that so I’m not going go give it anymore thought.” I simply stated as I searched for the movie that Jaemin and I planned to watch during our lecture in the afternoon.

After that first encounter with the envelope, a few months have passed. And the idea of it slowly slipped out of my mind completely. I didn’t think I’d be seeing it and having another encounter with it. I thought that has passed me already.

But mostly, I thought it meant nothing.

However, while I stayed up one night to study for a major exam that’s coming in about a week’s time, I heard something sliding on the floor. With my headphones on, I immediately took one side off and looked upwards, wondering where the noise came as my senses peaked.

I then look around the room. And on the floor, there it was. The same blank envelope I saw months ago. I squinted my eyes in awe, streching my body to grab the envelope. I put my pen down, now holding the envelope in my two hands.

It looked the same on the outside. A plain envelope with nothing but my college name written on it. I scratched my head slowly. “I don’t have time for this.” I muttered, thinking about the many other topics I needed to cover.

Either way, my curiosity still surfaced. I opened the envelope. Again I saw a postcard and three polaroids. This time however, the polaroids are showing a different place. Not knowing where it is, I looked at my laptop and searched up cities other than Paris. The last polaroids showed pictures taken in Paris. So maybe whoever took it could be somewhere near there.

As I looked through the different places, I tried to find matches of the pictures in the polaroids and ones on the internet. “Marseille...?” I glanced back and forth from the screen to the polaroids. Yup, it’s definitely Marseille. But why? And who?

I now looked towards the postcard. It had a drawing of buildings that look like the ones in Marseille. I took notice that there was another note. The handwriting looked neat and is definitely from the same person as last time.

You probably have forgotten about the first note I sent. Just to let you know, I’m doing fine. Our memories started to flood in and I couldn’t help myself but to contact you. Even in a way such as this, I’m glad to know that this’ll reach you someday. I hope you’ll remember the times we’ve spent together. You might hate me. I broke our promise afterall. Yet, I hope you’ll remember me like I do you.

My mouth slowly gaped open, my fingers grazing over the words as I read the short paragraph once more. The questions start to fill up my mind.

Our memories? Whoever you are, why can’t you just text me through text? Why are you being so meticulous and mysterious? Do you not want me to remember who you are? How can I remember you when you don’t give me a hint?

The questions almost sent me down a whirpool, one I’d probably won’t be able to escape if I have gone any further. I stopped yourself, opening the drawer where I kept the last postcard and polaroids, throwing them in as I thought about the more way important matter I had to handle, getting my head back in the game after picking my pen up to resume studying.

Though despite being able to complete what I wanted, I ended up staying wide awake, my mind still processing the weird envelope. Slowly, my thoughts went down the memory lane, trying to find what “memories” the sender is trying to make me remember. It was probably three in the morning at this point. I haven’t checked my phone for the time. I’ve probably been in deep thought for quite some time.

“What promise are they talking about...”

Nothing came to my mind as I tried finding answers. My brain could only store that much. My memory capacity is extremely limited now I had picked up such a major. My memories could only go as far back as my second year of college.

I grabbed a random plushie out of frustration, smacking my head with it. “Stop it. Just sleep. This means nothing.” I had to make a firm statement to myself. I can’t let my mind wonder too far over something like this. My life had other priorities. And this is definitely not one of them. Worse yet, something that’s making me lose my sleep.

I eventually fell asleep after shutting my mind away from any more thoughts; related to the envelopes or not.

Exams came and go, though it felt longer for some reason. On the last day of the exams, Jaemin decided that we should head out and explore our city this Christmas. It was a pretty good idea. We’ve been couped up in the dorms for way too long. Christmas break was the only time we were free, other than our midterm break.

The bits of snow fell and the city was bustling with Christmas spirit. Jaemin and I didn’t actually know what to do. But after walking around we found an area near the mall that was like an outdoor arcade. Or perhaps like a smaller version of a theme park.

We played for hours, going to different booths and playing different games. I was the one that had to play most of them since Jaemin can never earn a single prize. We went to many food trucks and indulged ourselves with the delicacy that we missed while being trapped in college.

We decided to head back at around ten, when the ciry began to quiet down and peace began to settle down upon the city. “Oh. I forgot to tell you.” I started off as we walked down the street, making a right turn to the traffic light. Jaemin walks forward a few steps to press the button as he went back to stand beside me. “What?” Jaemin asked.

“I got another envelope before the exams. He was at Maseille at the time.” I blankly replied. Jaemin stopped moving around and turned sharply to face me. I blinked my eyes. “You didn’t bother telling me then?! How could you!” Jaemin shouted out, a frown forming on his lips.

I scrunched my nose, shaking my head as I expected that he would make that kind of reaction. “We had exams? That shit got me up all night just from thinking about it.” I retorted back and began to walk forward across the street Jaemin quickly followed from behind and ended up beside me again.

“You can’t stop thinking about who the sender could be right?” I let out a defeated sigh, nodding my head with a hum. “Has the sender sent another one after that?” I gave a reply that was opposite to the previous one.

“I have a hunch that there’ll be another one today.” Jaemin commented nonchalantly. “A hunch.” I repeated back to myself.

Jaemin hummed in response. I didn’t reply, but rather allowed my mind to head back to the envelope. It’s Christmas Eve. Could the sender actually sent another one because of the occasion? I was bothered by the envelopes at first but now, I felt like I needed them to send me more. So I’ll be able to piece them up and find an answer.

Once we arrived, Jaemin wanted to come over to my dorm. Probably to check if his hunch was correct. And I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Jaemin immediately went down to snatch it from the ground. “I told you!” He announced with glee, the envelope flying around in his hand. “Okay, okay go open.” I urged him. He quickly goes to my bed, taking a seat while I closed the door and plopped down beside him.

He tore it open. The same contents dropped out. “Look at the polaroids.” I told Jaemin while I picked up the postcard. Jaemin tilted his head in confusion, eyes squinting as he tried to make sense of them. “It’s a different place from before, though.” Jaemin muttered.

I flipped the postcard, it was a regular Christmas themed one. I flipped back to where the note was written on the other side.

When the first snowfall fell, I thought of you. Every year the time I spent Christmas with you felt like a dream. We had nothing to do in that confined place, we only had each other to depend on, but the memories you’ve created for me were never lost since then. Even if you yourself have forgotten them, at least they’re still stored in me, waiting for you.

I read it all out. “It has to be someone you’ve been close to. They talk as if you’ve known them forever. Don’t you remember anyone that have you mean this much to them?”

Jaemin waited for me to answer. Though I already knew what to say, I was having second thoughts about it the more I dived deeper in my memories.

“It might have been someone from my childhood? Ugh I don’t know I can’t think of anyone. It’s probably more than five years ago.” I whined out. I slapped my hands on my cheek, cupping my face as I watch Jaemin running a hand through his hair.

“The polaroids looks like it’s been taken in Lyon.” As Jaemin said out his conclusion, I looked through the polaroids. “How’d you know?” I questioned.

“I literally have Architecture Geography as my elective. I have to learn the building styles of so many places. And this building....” Jaemin snatches one polaroid from me after peeking to look at it and showed it to me, pointing at the picture that showed a line of houses. “Is especially unique to Lyon.”

I nodded my let, letting out an “Ah...” while I remembered the fact that Jaemin takes electives on top of our main major.

“So you received three. All a few months apart from each other. And all of them showed a different city in France.” I nodded my head as I repeated each point he made in my head

Suddenly, a random question, or perhaps not, pops up in curiosity. “Do you think the sender will start sending more of them more often?” Jaemin kept silent to give my question some thought.

“They can’t be doing this forever. I mean I get they’re overseas but they’ll soon visit you here maybe.”

I smacked my lips, eyes glazing over the polaroids and postcards. This was the third time I received it. And a year has already passed. Does the sender want me to acknowledge them and find out who they are? Or maybe they’re communicating with me through this so as to be discreet and not want me to find them?

Question after question after question. The two of us sat in silence, Jaemin was probably thinking about this too, seeing how his finger were moving across his lips as he stared down to the items.

“Is there anyone that have you mean this much to them?” The specific question Jaemin asked. My answer would no. A firm no. Other than my family, I can never remember anyone that valued me so much as to go through such extends to keep their identity hidden like this.

My mind went blank. I couldn’t think. The postcard, the note, the polaroids; all served as puzzle pieces that can never be pieced together. The more I thought, the more complicated my answer got.

“Such a damsel in distress.” Jaemin finally spoke up, tilting his head up to look at me with both his brows raised.

“I’m not a damsel.” I stated, shaking my head. Though I let out a weak and defeating sigh, turning my head to the window as I watched the snow of dark night fall.

“But I certainly am in distress.”

On the third month of the new year, Jaemin and I had just finished our mini exam that our major would have every term.

“I’m glad we both did well. But that’s only one fourth of the chapters for this year and I’m already rotting.” Jaemin said, his back slouching as he dragged his feet on the floor while walking beside me.

“Your hair still looks healthy depsite the bleaching and brain deterioration.” I replied. We chuckled as we made our way to the snack bar at our dorm.

When we arrived there, I saw two other students hanging out by the chocolate area, chatting while one bent down and had his eyes scan across the area.

Jaemin wanted to buy his gummy bears and that’s where we went, and it was a few feet away from the two students.

“Which one should I get?” Jaemin bounced on the balls of his feet as he excitedly eyed the many kinds of gummy bears in front of him while tapping my shoulder at a rapid pace.

“I mean I’d choose the peach flavoured one.” I suggested with a shrug.

While Jaemin bent down to look for the peach gummy bears, the two students came into view.

“Wait so he’s coming back?” One of them started talking. “Can you shut the fuck up?” The other whispered, nudging his friends’ shoulder hard and placing a finger to his lips.

“No one is suppose to know.” He muttered.

“Please. No one here even knows him. He’s been away for that long.”

Though the friend tried to keep the conversation at a whisper’s level, clearly the other couldn’t care less, raising his voice back to a normal volume.

“Is he still doing that thing?” I heard the guy who spoke normally asked. The other replied with a sigh, nodding his head reluctantly. “It’s been a year. I honestly think he’s putting her in a weird and energy draining position. Seriously, they’ve been separated for years now, Chenle.”

Just as he was about to speak another word, his head turned to mine and our eyes met. We looked at each other, and he eventually gave a weirded out expression. I broke off the eye contact, embarrassed as I was probably caught eavesdropping their conversation.

Jaemin finally broke the silence. “Okay I’m going to get this peach one as well as strawberry. Oh you’re back.” Jaemin grinned happily. I raised a brow.

“I’ve been standing here all this time.” Jaemin blinked his eyes rapidly in disbelief, laughing and patting my shoulder after. “Seriously? Damn I didn’t even hear you breathe.” He said out of amusement.

I looked around and picked up another random kind of gummy bear. “I’ll just get this.” I said with a soft smile. Jaemim took it from me and headed over to the counter.

Before I could advert my attention back to the two students, they were already outside and walking away with the white plastic bag in hand. They’re conversation really stood out to me for some unknown reason.

Back at the dorm, Jaemin scrolled through Netflix on the television again, trying to find another movie to watch for the week. Absentmindedly, I couldn’t help but keep glancing at the drawer where it conatined all the postcards and polaroids the sender sent me.

And then my mind went back to the conversation the two students had. It’s like the two connected somehow. Like a clear string so thin that it seemed almost invisible. It’s there, but also not. I had a feeling. But I’m not sure what. And I can’t make a statement before I know it’s a hundred percent true.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaemin asked, his eyes still on the screen as he reads the description of a movie he selected. I turned my hard sharply. “Nothing.” I blurted out. “Don’t lie.”

I groaned, placing a hand on my forehead to cover my eyes. “You know those two people at the snack bar just now?”

Jaemin nodded his head. “Music majors.” I clicked my tongue. I kept silent for a moment. “Well I kind of eavesdropped on their conversation. And... something about it felt odd.”

Jaemin chuckled which made me look at him with confusion. “We’ve never encountered them at all, sweetie. We just see them on campus. Nothing more. Why would you think they’d have anything to do with the envelopes?” Jaemin questioned.

I let out a ‘tsk’ as I jerked my head slightly, biting my lower lip as I thought of an answer.

“The envelope thing has been going on for a year. They were talking about someone doing something for a year too. On top of that they said the person and someone else have been separated for so long. Doesn’t it lowkey resemble my situation? That whoever’s sending me this is hinting that I’ve known them for a long time.” I explained, pouring all my thoughts out.

Jaemin took awhile to respond. A minute has passed and he looked to still be deep in thought. But then, the sound of something sliding on floor near the door occured again.

I wasted no time to rush to the door, opening it and peeking my head out, looking left and right. I could’ve sworn I saw a glimpse of a shadow disappearing at far end corner.

“Woah what the heck?!” Jaemin shouts, surprised at my sudden reaction. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

I thought that if I can’t find the sender, I could find the deliverer. But as unlucky as I am, I missed it. Even if I chased after them, they’d be long gone.

I looked down, seeing the envelope right under the end of my shoe. I picked it up and swirled around to face Jaemin who was looking at me with their a shocked or confused expression. Obviously both.

“Speak of the devil.”

I walked back to my bed and tossed the envelope to Jaemin. Tore it open. Same contents.

“They’re probably at another city again.” I simply stated, picking up the postcard. However this time, the postcard looked different. Different in a way where it didn’t look like it came from the same area or region.

“Oh my God, wait.” I looked up to find Jaemin shuffling through the polaroids so quickly. “It’s in Japan.”

I whispered a soft, “What?” before snatching away the polaroids. And true to his words, the polaroids showed the unique city lit at night at different angles.

Can’t believe I’m here. I’m coming back soon. I really want to see you, but I’m scared of how you’ll react. If you remember now, please wait at our hangout spot. You should know where. One where we wasted our hours away looking at the blank canvas that we used to fill our hopes and dreams with and regret not sleeping the next day. But I never regretted a single night, since I was always with you.

“Wait so they’re right next to Korea right now?” I asked Jaemin once he finished reading the letter. He nodded eagerly. “Yeah but we still don’t know his exact location.”

My eyes narrowed down on Jaemin with a thin line forming in between my brows. “Why’d you think it’s a he?” I gave him a skeptical eye.

Jaemin shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I’m still betting on the fact that this is your secret admirer.”

“It can be my long lost sister or something?”

I hate to admit it, but the idea of the sender possibly being my secret admirer had a romantic flare to it. My love life was getting boring in college. I never had time to mingle and I eventually closed myself away from love.

“If he’s in Japan, the next envelope would come faster right? By then, like he said in the note, he’ll be in Korea. We can track him down from there.”

Jaemin kept silent for a moment before opening his mouth to choose to continue. “But do you know where the so called hangout spot is?”

I thought long and hard. I kept muttering the description of the hangout place to myself. I couldn’t think of anything.

Not being able to come up with an answer, I went ahead to guess based on the words. And the answer quickly dawned on me.

“Is it someplace where it’s high up? Like a rooftop? It said that we stayed up all night at a blank canvas. That’s probably describing the night sky.”

Jaemin puckered his lips and nodded his head after processing what I just said. “If you can’t remember, why don’t you look at the other postcards? Maybe seeing them all together could help.”

His statement made me rush to my study table. I opened the drawer and dug out all the postcards I’ve received for over a year now. Coming back to the bed, I tossed them down and arranged them by the time I received them.

Quickly scanning my eyes over the words to quick read, I immediately picked up the keywords of each postcard.

“They don’t wish to be seen by me, significant memories, a broken promise, only had each other, confined space, a rooftop.” I laid it all out.

I thought long and hard. I really did. I dug so deep into my memories. I’ve probably been thinking for at least ten minutes. Jaemin didn’t say anything either.

“Anything?” He finally lets out.

“I think I know.”

Jaemin looked at me with eyes full of curiosity. My mouth gaped open slightly as I finally realise the thin string that connected all the dots becoming more visible.

Why didn’t I remember? Well, it’s been years. I couldn’t elaborate after what I said to Jaemin. Sudden waves of feelings crashed over me, over my heart— crashing so hard to let them in. The walls broke down quick. And the memories of him came to life. It flashed over me, like a movie tape being sped up at its maximum.

Everything I felt at the time surfaced in high intensity after being suppressed in my heart for too long. It was too much to handle.

I ended up finding Jaemin holding my arms and shaking me to get me out of trance. I blinked my eye once. Wanting to lift up a hand to touch my face, I realise my cheeks were wet. Very wet.

“Fucking hell what happened to you?! You literally stared at me for like- Forever that your eyes started watering.” Jaemin showed his concern, eyes looking straight at mine while he raised a thumb to my other cheek to wipe off the excess tears.

“I can’t believe this...” I breathed out. I gulped, desperately wanting my feelings to subside so that I can calm down, but also to allow Jaemin calm down as well. He was looking too worried for me and I hated it.

“Lee Jeno.” I croaked out. “Who’s he?”

I took in a deep breath, my hand going up to my head to press against it gently.

“Jeno... My childhood best friend. We lived in a small ass town. I had feelings for him. But he left without telling me one night. I hated him so much for it.”

As I expected, I couldn’t hold it in. The glistening tears wasted no time to well up in my eyes and fall down my cheeks. Jaemin instantly pulled me into his embrace as I cried hard into his chest till part of his shirt got soaked terribly.

Jaemin rubbed my back, not speaking a word as he allowed me to pour it all out on him. “Cry all you want, I’m here for you. Speak only when you want to.” Is what I definitely know Jaemin is saying through his comforting touch.

“I liked him so fucking much. And to have him leave and just magically disappearing out of my life. I hated the fact that he didn’t care to give me a heads up. I suffered so much the night he left. I fucking went haywire and didn’t even function properly for months while I thought about where he could’ve gone.” I spoke, my voice muffled as I dug my face deeper into Jaemin’s chest.

He hummed gently, still keeping silent as he knew I had way more to say than that.

“I don’t know what to do, Nana. I don’t know what to feel. I feel numb. I thought I’d be mad. Well, I am but I just...”

“I get it, love. It’s fine. I don’t understand how you feel. But you don’t have to explain, okay? Don’t tire yourself out.” Jaemin whispered.

“Give yourself time. You’re feeling a lot right now. Don’t think about the envelopes for the time being. It’s too much for you to handle.” He continued.

I pulled myself away from him, using the cuffs of my sweatshirt to wipe my face dry, sniffling as I glanced down on my lap before looking at Jaemin who had the most soft eyes that brought me calmness and peace at this point of time.

“You’re right. I can’t handle it. What a shitshow...” I mumbled at the end. “Now Jeno suddenly wants to come back to me? After what he did? What he put me through?” I shook my head.

Just what am I going to do now?

That night, I couldn’t sleep. And of course, being the most greatest friend, Jaemin slept over in my dorm and stayed awake till I fell asleep. I tried so hard to put myself to sleep because I know Jaemin’s stubborn instinct will insist on staying up till he heard me snore.

But everytime I closed my eyes, I thought of Jeno. The boy I adored for so long, but also the one I resented for so long. What does he look now? How’s his life going? What part of himself changed and what remained? Once again questions circled around and eventually I grew tired, falling asleep at a late hour and feeling regret the next morning as I looked over to see Jaemin sleeping who probably would have to drink a heck ton more coffee than usual (which is already health threatening enough) for him to stay awake for the rest of the day.

It didn’t take long for the next envelope to arrive. In fact, it came way quicker than expected. I wasn’t even sure if I had my feelings under control yet. I felt better. But the envelope arriving at my doorstep didn’t give a chance for me to fight my feelings that I wouldn’t want to experience again for fhe second time.

I’ll give you a month till 5th Sep. I’ll be there at 10pm. And I’ll wait till 12. If I don’t see you then, I’ll take it as you really do hate me and want me gone from your life forever. And if you do come... I’d be over the moon to see your face again. Whatever’s the answer, I’ll respect it wholeheartedly.

The note on the postcard got me sighing and rubbing a hand down my face. I had to make a decision by fifth september. Can I even do that? Is he really doing this again? Does he want me to go through the same emotional roller coaster ride like I did years ago with all these mixed feelings constantly swirling around me while I get pressured?

“Fuck it. He’s putting you through too much. Don’t meet him.” Jaemin slammed his coffee on the table. The action got eyes looking towards our table as the loud slam rang across the coffee shop.

“It’s conflicting, Nana. Part of me can’t face him since I know how much rage I’ll be feeling. But at the same time, I want to see him. I’m curious. And I need answers.” I said, sighing after and covering my face with my hands for a moment before huffing.

“I weighted both options. I know the pros and cons. But if I’m going to be really honest with myself, I would want to see him.”

Jaemin smacked his lips and nodded, his fingers tapping against the drink while he stared out the window and looked at me. “Okay then go. I know you’re scared about the cons and all. But you can’t overthink. Go with your first option and just do it. You really can’t contemplate.” Jaemin read my mind. He was able to get my thoughts so accurately and precisely that it might have scared me a little.

“You know me well, huh?” I let out a weak chuckle. I frowned. “You’re right.” I glanced at my phone, tapping the screen to show my lockscreen to look at the date. “I have eight days left till fifth September.”

“Great. You can take your mind off him till then. You need to fee as lighthearted as possible.”

Jaemin gave me his bright smile. His bubbly nature starting appear and take its place on his expressions and tone.

“I’ll definitely need your help with that.”

Jaemin did everything he could to make me happy and simply carefree. He’d offer to buy me bubble tea after lectures, accompany me wherever I went. He practically stayed over my apartment for the whole eight days.

As the days inched nearer, I ended each night with thinking of Jeno. I know Jaemin’s whole point of being with me was to get my mind off him. But I just couldn’t. Every night I’ll envision how he’d look. Which country did he flee to? What college major is he taking? What about his friends? Sometimes I even wondered if I ran through his mind like he does in mine.

But then, on one night while Jaemin fell asleep on the couch, I couldn’t help but think of the two music majors. The situation they described was awfully similar. It felt too similar. Indirectly it was. And of course, due to my demanding nature, I decided to find them to see if my speculation was correct.

It wasn’t hard for me to find out that they ended lecture at eleven today. Which is three hours before mine. I snuck out of my dorm, leaving Jaemin who’s still sleeping. Walking to the music department, I kept my eyes out for them. It shouldn’t be that hard since it’s about to be eleven and they’d be walking out of class by now.

The students started to scramble out and I instantly concentrated on the crowd, looking for them. One prominent feature that made them stood out was the fact that one of them had bright orange hair. Chenle, if I’m not wrong.

After waiting outside the lecture hall for at least ten minutes. It felt like almost everyone has already left and I started to wonder if I missed them. Luckily I didn’t. When I saw the bright orange hair guy coming out with another person and a lecturer, eventually waving goodbye to him and separating way.

I immediately intercepted, blocking their way. They looked at me with confusion. “Can we help you...?” The brown haired question awkwardly. I cleared my throat. “I actually need to talk to you guys about something. Why don’t we sit down?” I offered as I motioned by hand to the hangout area where there were wooden tables and benches.

The two turned their heads to each other, exchanging unrecognisable looks before walking ahead of me. They sat down side by side while I sat opposite. They looked like they didn’t know what was going on. Obviously, they didn’t.

“Um so basically I wanted to ask...” “Ask away.”

“Do you know of anyone named Lee Jeno?”

Silence ensues. No one answered for a whole minute. One stared blankly on the table while the other looked around as if trying to search for an answer.

“U-Uh no. We don’t. I’m sorry but we’re busy. Haechan let’s go.” The orange haired rose from his seat and held the other’s arm. Just when he was about to get dragged away, I held onto his free arm.“Wait. Please.”

Chenle lets out an inaudible sigh, allowing Haechan and him to slowly sit back down. “What?” “The conversation at the snack bar of our apartment dorm. Who are the two people that’s been apart for a long time?”

Haechan scoffed, cocking up a brow with one side of his lips lifted up. “You eavesdropped on us?”

“I’m sorry but that is not something you should know. We’re leaving.” Chenle insisted. But Haechan placed a hand on his shoulder. “But shouldn’t she know-“ “Know what?” I asked, that slip up of Haechan’s made me confirm that they definitely know Jeno someway.

“Can you fucking shut up?!” Chenle growled at Haechan, groaning. His head immediately shot to me. “You have nothing to do with this. I don’t know why you thought it was you, but we were referring to our lecturer’s personal problems. So please, we have to go.”

With that, they dashed off. I knew from the get go that they lied. They knew Jeno. That gave me some information in a way. Like perhaps they are the ones that’s helping him to send the envelopes. That little information gave me a sense of closure, in the smallest way possible. At least I had an answer to something.

It helped me to push through those days. A small portion of the whole big truth brought me this much strength.

I felt a lot of things while I walked to the town that’s deep in the unknown side of Korea, out of sight from the world. That’s how insignificant the town was.

As I got closer and closer, my heart began to feel heavy. Pounds of weight that contained feelings, reactions, the overthinking— slammed my heart. I could barely hold up.

I lifted up my phone slightly from my side. 11:45PM. I should have gone out earlier but I was having too much fun playing Mario Kart with Jaemin to even realise.

The street there began to look darker and darker as I entered the town. Just barely lit enough for me to see. The houses were very worn out. People still lived here, seeing how the light to the houses on the second floor are bright. But other than that, if all lights were switched off in the town, it would definitely look abandoned. Not a single trace of life to be seen.

I had trouble finding the house. I had to go deeper in to find the ribbon that was tied on the tree beside the house. Remembered it to be bright red. Years have passed and it’s almost nothing now, only strings of it left to hold it together.

I saw the ladder already prompted on the house for me to climb up. Step after step, I tried my best to stay calm. Though on the last step, as I peeked my head over, there he was.

The Jeno I haven’t seen in more than five years. The Jeno I had forgotten despite him giving me the best memories for us to live by. The Jeno that I hates but I now realise I couldn’t as I looked back on our relationship. I loved him. And though he never showed his love back other than platonically, I was still greatful for it.

“Hey.” I heard him say. His voice got way lower than it used to. “Hi.” I breathed out, finally getting on the rooftop as I quickly take a seat next to him. He apparently had lit a candle in front of him.

“You got my envelopes.” He stated.

Not replying, I took the time to look at his face. He certainly outgrown better than I expected. Puberty hit him like a truck. The features that pulled me in are now more prominent and defining, his soft fluffy hair still looked fluffy. Though his hair is now blue. Questionable, but with that face of his, he can pull of anything.

“I’m sorry for leaving you that night.” Jeno said after taking in a deep breath and hugging his knees close to his chest. His eyes kept straight to the front. It looked like he was too afraid to look at me.

“On the last night before you left. What you mumbled to me but couldn’t catch. Was that what you meant?” He nodded, tlting his head down.

“I’m sorry.” Jeno said again, his voice ever so soft and gentle but he could be at the brick of tears by the sound of it.

“I’m sorry for breaking the promise that we’ll leave this shitty town together. For saying that I’m not one to break a promise. Ours was the only one I broke till now. I was scared on making any other promises after you. I know you suffered a lot because of me. And I’m sorry I couldn’t give you an answer at that point of time when you’re most hurt.”

Jeno sniffled, running a hand through his hair. “Not seeing you for years, I kept thinking how I couldn’t be with you on your worst day and your best. We depended on each other so much I thought about how you could even survive without me. But I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

I heard him sob. After he spilled out the last sentence, he broke into tears, hiding his face from me by wrapping his arms around. I didn’t know what to do. I reached a hand out, my finger inches away from his back to give a light rub. I finally placed the hand down, making him tilt his head up and turning to me. Finally our eyes met.

It’s like I was sucked into the swirl pool of his eyes. I drowned in them, fully mesmerised by it. I kept my eyes on him as I feel the nostalgia kicking in.

“You underestimated me.” I said. Jeno chuckled weakly. It sounded way more intense and low now. It made me feel some type of way. “I did.”

“How’d you even come up with the envelopes?”

“I had to find a way to talk to you. I would have searched you up online...” Jeno kept silent for a moment. “But it wouldn’t have been romantic.” He answered plainly.

My forehead creased as my eyes narrowed down at him. Tilting my head slightly, I asked, “Romantic? What do you mean?” I was suddenly intrigued.

Jeno’s lips pursed into a thin line. Both his brows were raised as he glanced sideway before looking at me again. “An excuse would be that I’m a literature major and it’s in my nature to be poetic and old school.” He joked. I let out a sigh, breathing out a soft chuckle.

“But other than that, I liked you. I-I mean I still do. I like you. I have never forgotten you. No matter what you thought. The fact that I didn’t tell you properly that I was leaving hurt my heart so so much. I couldn’t even confess my feelings for you before I left. I love you, _____.”

I froze. Every inch of my muscle prevented me from moving as I say over whatever I heard in my head for the second time. Is what I’m hearing really true? He liked me, when all this time I thought he didn’t.

“We were foolish teenagers. Wild, and free. But my love for you never changed. We were continents apart. And I knew you would have hated my guts and forget me. But I still held on, wishing everyday that I’ll get to meet you.”

Jeno smiled. His eye smile. Now that— that’s something that didn’t change a single bit. He looked exactly the same years ago. I saw the younger self in him and it made me realise how much I missed him. How much I wanted to see him smile like that more. How much I wanted to have nights with him again. I wanted to restart it all.

“I missed you.”

“I hated you, but I miss you.” I leaned in subconsciously, probably too much to the point where our faces were centimetres apart, our lips could have brushed against each other if I made a single move.

“I missed you too.”

I couldn’t tell you how ht my face got. It was burning. My cheeks were definitely flushed red and I didn’t even need a mirror to tell.

Slowly, our lips met. For the first time, I’m kissing my first love. My first love’s lips on mine. It felt as though time froze. The wind stopped blowing. The trees and grass stopped rustling. Silence fell on us. It was almost magical. His lips were extremely soft and felt like it was a perfect fit for mine.

We didn’t move. But rather let out lips sit on each other with our eyes closed. A subtle kiss that meant so much. A kiss that’s storing all the feelings the two of us felt while we were apart.

I opened my eyes, my lips still on his while his eyes were still shut. His eyelashes grew beautifully and his eyelids were smooth and pretty. His skin looked too clean up close for it to be true even.

I felt his hand making its way to my waist. The way he did it made me feel as thought if was something natural for him to do. His hand placed comfortably on my lower back, an action that felt so normal despite it being the first time. And the same went with the kiss.

I was the first to pull back, licking my lips after. His hand was still on my waist, in a way it refusing to let me go.

“You aren’t going anywhere... right?” I asked, uncertainty filling my tone. I had to know. I wanted him to stay. I want him to be with me again. I want to feel his love that only he could give; that only he could have an impact on me.

“I’m staying. I had to turn on my father for this. But I didn’t care. I just want to be with you again.” Jeno whispered.

“Don’t leave me again.”

Silence.

“That kiss is a promise. Like a true love’s kiss. And the world is going to give no cure to it, so that I’ll be with you by your side till the end.”

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eunoiamaybe · 5 years ago

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my “sort-of-complete” online classes and exams tips

This is a longer-than-usual post with tips for the 3 stages of online classes: focusing during an online class session, reviewing/studying for online classes, and preparing for online exams/ quizzes. So I decided to insert the “Read More” link to (a) not take up too much space on your dash, and (b) feel more confident in adding more tips as time goes on.

These are tips that I’ve compiled from my experience of taking online classes during my last 1.5 years at university. But having all of your courses moved online is so much more complicated. Since I’m currently doing an internship, I have tried my best to produce this post based on the comments of my friends IRL and on Tumblr (hence the “my”). However, I hope it can still be useful for you and many who were all abruptly put in this same situation.

So feel free to share your own tips and experience! I will probably go back to this once in a while to make some changes to it and add your tips. Good luck to everyone who is currently/ about to take online classes. You are almost there! 🍀 I believe in every single one of you!

~ Click away for them tips ~

💻 DURING ONLINE CLASS SESSIONS:

- try to treat online classes the same as an in-person class, especially time-wise (set a specific time for each class and plan your own class schedule. even better, study for your classes at the same time they used to be held. this will create a sense of routine and trigger the brain's normal reactions to your usual class - which is to study)

- don’t be afraid to fix your plan/ schedule (aka don’t force yourself into one if it doesn’t work for you) (trials and errors, my friend. this applies to plans too. there’s no shame in not being able to keep up with the schedule you’ve made. if you’ve tried or if it hurts you mentally or physically, then that schedule is just not the one for you. everybody has their unique strengths and weaknesses. one’s perfect system might not suit another. finding a system that works for you takes time, patience, and courage. but it will be absolutely worth it)

- find a good spot with enough light and stable wifi (if you have multiple options, select the one that would make you most comfortable, most focused, and confident enough to take online tests/quizzes/exams at - create your “exam space” in advance to reduce the anxiety of tests and unfamiliarity)

- study at a desk, if possible (studying at a desk, with good posture, mimics the feeling of being in a classroom or the library. thus, it will create a sense of routine and help you focus better)

- accommodate yourself (I’m all about making the best out of a bad situation, and this is one way to do it. accommodate yourself, not just with comfort, but also with actual necessities that you cannot usually get in your usual classroom/library due to whatever reason. stress balls, stim toys, positivity cards, calming music/candles. comforting plushies. chewing gum. as long as it helps you focus better, it's on the table)

- get dressed (this will bring out that sense of structure and routine that you need. put on your normal outfits, uniforms and even perfume. trick your mind into being focused)

- minimize distractions (declutter your study space. put your phone out of reach. turn off notifications. close all other tabs on your browser. select non-distracting music/ sounds. don’t spam or pay attention to spams in your classes’ chatboxes. only bring along items that are absolutely vital to your focus)

- take notes, even if you can record your lessons and/or access the lessons later (it can either be digital notes or handwritten notes on paper - your call. this will force you to focus and prevent you from zoning out/ being distracted)

- be actively engaged in the lecture (if there are technical problems or if you have questions, chatbox away. this is also good practice for people with social anxiety too: the fact that you are in your home and behind the screen can make it easier for you to ask for help)

- if possible, put your teachers/profs on the big screen to create the illusion of being in a lecture (if your study spot has a TV/projector that can connect to your laptop and quality speakers, do it. it's more fun than you'd think. also super stimulating and kicks the boredom out of you too)

- if not, use headphones/ earphones (speakers can create a feeling of distance between the lecture and yourself. combined with unstable internet and/or monotonous voices of some instructors, this may result in your brain classifying your lecture as background noises and zone out. so use headphones or earphones with the appropriate volume for that optimal focus mode)

- give yourself breaks between classes (don't cram all your classes in one morning. but don't procrastinate either. time your breaks. look at something else besides a computer or phone screen while you’re on break too. maybe brew some tea/coffee for your next class or rearrange your notes from the previous one)

💻 REVIEWING FOR ONLINE CLASSES:

- make a schedule/ system - and be ready to change them (this is an elaboration of an earlier tip. your system doesn’t have to work perfectly right away. most of the time, you will have to make some kind of adjustments to it anyway. so take it easy. pay attention to how well you react/ adapt to the new schedule so that you can make necessary changes. and give yourself - especially your mind - some time to adapt to the schedule. don’t rush yourself or put too much pressure on being productive. remember to take care of your well-being too)

- it’s okay to give yourself some off-days (that’s the beauty of not having any physical or even abstract structure that forces you into an inescapable routine. Yes, I know this lack of structure sucks for a lot of us, especially for those who rely on external forces to keep themselves focused. But look on the bright side: now you don’t have to worry about missing classes or losing participation marks when you are unwell physically and mentally anymore)

- textbooks are your friends now (especially when your classes’ live-streams are just chaotic and hard to follow. or when the pre-recorded lectures aren’t loading properly and keeps lagging. practice speed reading. look for keywords and crucial information. take notes rather than highlighting everything. compare them to your lecture notes, your syllabus, or your friends’)

- take advantage of the online format’s availability + other resources (availability is here, baby! revisit lecture videos and podcasts as many times as you need to. check your email classes’ forums regularly for questions or announcements. re-listen to your lecture when you're cleaning or exercising. watch videos of Khan Academy or CrashCourse. look for online tutors. study at your own pace and in your own style. basically anything you wish you could do when your class was in-person)

- there’s no need to submit assignments early if it’s anxiety-inducing. but make a schedule/ tracking system/ set alarms to avoid forgetting to turn them in (take your time to double-check or edit your work - as long as the submission box is still open, of course. set aside about an hour or two before the deadline for submission to avoid any technical difficulties. and remember to start working on them early so that you don’t have to shorten that window of time and have more time for double-checking)

- don't be afraid to email the profs/teachers (if possible, compile your questions into a list. be as specific as you can about your concerns. put a subject for your email to reduces the chance of your email getting lost in your instructors' inbox.)

- reward yourself (don't stress yourself out by rewarding big accomplishments. reward small victories. reward baby steps. reward effort. you'll get things done eventually)

- take time to know your learning style (when are you most focused? do you like taking digital notes or do you prefer pen and paper? are you a visual or an auditory learner? do you like moving around while studying? what drinks or scents or sounds keep you going? you don't have to stick to your usual study methods or an online/paperless one now that you are studying in your own room)

- listen to your mind and body (it’s okay to feel a bit lost) (from my own experience, times that are without structure like nowadays is when most of us fall into this spiraling downfall of unhealthy sleep schedules, lethargy, and loss of purpose. so please take care of your mental and physical well-being during this very, very weird time. keep yourself active. re-ignite old interests/ hobbies. connect with people you love. give yourself some love)

- and more tips on productivity at home in my last post right here

💻 PREPARING FOR ONLINE EXAMS / QUIZZES:

- make a list of all the online exams and final assignment due dates (this will help you keep track of and stay on top of them due dates. from that list, trace backward to make a review or study plan to prepare for the tests and work on the assignments. if there are any time conflicts, especially for those who are now living in a different timezone from their schools or colleges, email the instructors to seek solutions or alternative options)

- again, find a good spot with good wifi, good lighting, and a desk (if possible, try to recreate your ideal exam environment as closely as you can while studying and reviewing for the exams. this can reduce the anxiety of tests and/or unfamiliarity)

- be prepared for technical difficulties (especially mentally, so that you don’t plan out a course of action to take if they ever arise. draft an email template. research in advance the contacts of people whom you can report to - IT personnel, your instructors, student office, etc.)

- bring everything you need to the exams - but no distractions (like mentioned earlier, if you need any special accommodations that are considered "unacceptable" in an in-person exam/quiz, now it's the time to bring them along - you’re in charge of your test space now, so make it as comfortable and accomodating as you want)

- plan your desk set-up prior to your exams (so many extra items. still so little desk space. therefore, plan ahead so your desk does not turn into a mess when you take your exams. plan where you want to put your notes, textbooks, calculators or scrap paper. think about how much use you’re gonna get out of each item and place them within or slightly-out-of reach accordingly. charge your laptop. sharpen your pencils. have your backup stationery handy. lay out everything you need onto your desk the night before your tests. this can create a feeling of preparedness and thus, reduce anxiety as well)

- make cheatsheets (the goals when making them are simple: (1) get you to rewrite your notes for that good memorization; (2) condense your information and find a connection between them for a thorough understanding of the materials; (3) reduce the time you use to flip through your notebooks or textbooks or google for information during the actual tests)

- time yourself with mock exams (if you are given mock exams to practice with, do them, with a timer. this will help you familiarize yourself with the stress of being timed, thus reducing your anxiety during the actual tests)

- get enough sleep and eat properly (even if the exams or quizzes are online, they are still, at their core, tests. and tests are always stressful and energy-consuming. so take care of both your physical and mental health, especially during the week leading up to your exams)

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Hii I have been reading AEV since the early chapters and just wanted to say its really so well written and carefully considered 😭😭💕 Thank you for writing this fic! And ahh the canon-divergent AU 🙈💕 I'm really bad with words but I'll try to write..

I was just thinking what if.. ww doesnt tell mg that jeongyeon is his.. but mg puts the pieces together himself:

Mg's on his way to ww's apartment to celebrate jy's birthday when he gets a text from ww asking him to pick up some burgers that he ordered from the burger joint along the way. With a bag of burgers in one hand and a box of birthday cake in the other, he arrives at ww's apartment and as soon as the door opens, a wild jy comes barrelling at him, excited that he's here to celebrate her birthday.

Ww sets the table while jy introduces mg to her favourite toys, her plushie friends and her secret hideout behind the curtains (ww feels a gentle warmth in his heart as he watches this scene unfold and wishes that there could be more moments like this in the future... but he keeps this a secret). They start eating their burgers and mg watches fondly as jy munches her burger, making tiny, happy noises beside him. The sunset casts a soft, warm glow on her face and he notes the striking resemblance between her and ww (& ofc he also sneaks glances at ww across the table and ww's so perfect and he's whipped).

"Ha.. I love burgers," she says. "I could eat them everyday".

And mg feels like he has been transported back in time, as he sees ww, happy, satiated and glowing, basking in the spring sun, beside him. He remembers telling ww that he would bring him out for movies and go to a burger joint after for their first date...

He's snapped out of his thoughts as ww lets out a small laugh and says she'll probably be sick of it by the third day.

They do the typical birthday ritual (make a wish, blow out the candles, cut cake, eat cake) and mg offers to clean up, insisting that ww spends time with jy too. Mg watches as jy pulls ww away and he couldn't help but feel slightly thankful that their alpha left them - he wouldn't be here otherwise. But he also couldn't help the hurt tugging at his heart, because he wasn't there for ww during his vulnerable moments, but also how could anyone just leave ww like that :(

The omega that still looked beautiful and perfect, lovely as ever, even after 5 years. He could and would totally have done a better job of providing and taking care of ww and jy. He lets out a huff and unconsciously whimpers like a sad puppy, as he removes the number 5 birthday candle on the cake. Yeah whichever alpha just up and disappeared was missing out, he thinks but also couldn't stop the slight pang of jealousy from rising. The lucky alpha who received ww's love, got a chance to be ww's mate and jy's father... oh how he wished it was him. He unconsciously whimpers again and stares blankly at the candle in his hand. 5 years of yearning for ww, miserably picking up whatever crumbs he could find from his fb profile, wishing ww was single and missing him too, and some alpha just easily leaves his ww alone to fend for himself...

Wait...

5 years...?

He stares at the candle in this hand. Jy is 5 years old....?

What if...? 😮

And I'm done! I'm sorry its so long (its longer than what i expected too) 😭 and I've only ever been reading, this is my first time writing so I'm sorry if some parts felt weird 😓 I think after the "what if" moment, mg probably squeezes his brain juices, works backwards from jy's current birthday and finds out that jy was probably conceived in march... when he was still with ww... and oh yeah ww helped him with his rut during that time right? Ah yes great times...... Oh? 😳

HAHA I hope you liked it! And have a good day as well 💕

EDIT: THERE IS MORE!!! Please click here for the continuation written by a different author.

ANON WE NEED TO TALK! Holy shit, I've had this on my brain ALL MORNING. This was literally the best part of my day because man, let me tell you, this morning was rough lmao. I almost diededed. This is so lovely 🤧 Where do I even begin?

1. WILD AND EXCITABLE JEONGYEON Jesus cries--my heart. She loves Mingyu so much!

2. Mingyu already being a fixture in Wonwoo and Jeongyeon’s lives? COME ON! Wonwoo asking Mingyu to pick up cake and burgers? That’s too domestic argh

3. Jeongyeon loving burgers as much as Wonwoo loves burgers, and Mingyu connecting it to that day he shared with Wonwoo

4. This little snippet of pining, omg: "5 years of yearning for ww, miserably picking up whatever crumbs he could find from his fb profile, wishing ww was single and missing him too, and some alpha just easily leaves his ww alone to fend for himself..."

5. YOU DID IT BABY! YOU CONNECTED THE DOTS!! That's my mg 🤧 And the emojis you added to his realisation made it 10x more charming and funny

Smoochie 4 anon ♡ (￣З￣) tysm for sharing!

#asks #aev bonus

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olivia200312 · 4 years ago

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Valentine's Love~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon) *Request*

Requested by the lovely @Tianna814193.

Plot: Optimus hears of Valentine's Day for the first time and learns more about what it is thanks to the kids. He wants to do something special for Y/N so he took her to a special place and made love to her ;)

There was no plot nor which Optimus version so I had to choose.

Npte: the art goes to the onwer!

Head area: Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area: Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area: Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Today was a snowy day in Jasper Nevada. Surprised, right? Usually, it's freaking hot and warm there since it's like... deserted place. Kinda like in Africa, Egypt. But don't get fooled! Weathers can change there too. Have you been ever to Alaska? It's tough to know when it's in fact night. Why? The occurrence takes place each winter because of the tilt of the Earth's axis. "This tilt makes it so that none of the Sun's disc is visible above the horizon," according to Chinchar. But that doesn't mean the town will be completely dark. It's also not always winter there like how you saw in the movies.

So, it's February 13th... one day away from the official Vantine's Day. It's a day where you give your loved ones presents, to show love to them. You can give presents to your family and friends. It can be candy, cards, plushies, etc.

Y/N was 18 and she was at her house. She sadly doesn't have time to hang out at the base. She got a lot of work to complete so she texted Miko, saying that she doesn't have time to hang out today.

At the base~

"Oh come on!" Miko groaned while throwing her hands up in the air, making her pink phone go flying and land on the couch.

Jack looked at her while Raf was listening while working on his laptop. Some bots were listening as well while others like Ratchet were busy. "What's wrong, Miko?"

"Y/N doesn't have time to come hang out in the base! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day!"

That caught every bot's attention, especially Optimus'. Once they all looked at the kids and Miko quickly noticed that every bot is staring. "What?"

"What's this 'Valentine's Day', Miko?" Optimus asked while walking over to the kids.

Jack looks surprised. "You bots don't know what Valentine's Day is?"

"On Cybertron, we don't celebrate holidays," Arcee said while her arms were crossed.

"Well, Valentine's Day is a day where you give gifts to your loved ones. Like to your family, friends, especially to your lover. It's also when someone confesses their love to their crush," Raf explained.

"And what gifts can you get?" Bulkhead asked.

"Oh, different things! You can get like candy, plushies, cards, prepare romantic dates, and much other stuff!" Miko answered with a big smile.

Optimus couldn't help but be interested. He's in love with Y/N ever since he met her. It's just... her beauty and especially her kind personality caught his attention. He offered to be her guardian and his spark beat happily when she said yes. She accepted the offer. But oh boy, he didn't know that Y/N is in love too with the handsome, kind leader.

But of them didn't know that they'll be extremely sexually active like... they're both in the hard mood to do 'it'. It's normal when you are a couple but it's very important to be careful. Both of them won't admit to anyone but they both had wet dreams about each other more than once. Yeah... if they both showed signs or accidentally told it out loud, then they'll be so embarrassed (my best friend, who's a guy, admitted once to me in the school bus that he had a wet dream about a girl once).

"If you don't mind, will you explain more?" Optimus asked.

The kids nodded and they explained more. They even told me how it started. Optimus was thinking this whole time about how to confess his love to Y/N. He has no idea that he'll be sexually active right on Valentine's Day. His spike will be hard, begging to go inside of Y/N. Crap, he's getting naughty thoughts again. That's when Optimus has a plan...

The next day~

When Y/N woke up, she got dressed and brushed her teeth. She was surprised when Bumblebee picked her up instead of Optimus. The leader told everyone his plan to confess his love to Y/N, except for the naughty thoughts. He's having a lot of trouble keeping his voice under control. He's sexually active, needing to have sex. His spike is sure very hard behind his codpiece. Luckily, no one suspected a thing.

When Y/N arrived at the base, Ratchet told that Optimus was at the beach in the wooden cabin. Wait, how can he be inside since the wooden cabin is.. small? Welp. Only one thing to find out. Y/N went through the groundbridge when it was activated. When Y/N arrived at the beach, it was very breathtaking:

Y/N pinched herself to see if she wasn't dreaming. It was all real. Y/N then felt... hot. She couldn't help but let out a small moan. She quickly controlled herself and saw the wooden cabin. Once she opened it and went inside, she saw a big white bed, covered in beautiful rose petals. Even some candles were on to make it even more romantic, curtains closed.

Y/N smiled brightly. Optimus loves her. She knew it now. She then heard metallic footsteps and she turned around to see the love of her life, except he's small! Y/N's mouth was open in shock while her eyes went wide.

Optimus chuckled and gently closed her mouth with his digit, but never left her face. He gently cupped her face with his soft, gentle servos and kissed her with passion. Y/N let out a surprised moan but she kissed him back. She slung her arms around his neck and kissed him harder. The Prime moved his servos to her waist and pulled her closer. Y/N couldn't help but let out a loud moan, especially since her private part was overheating and throbbing.

She pulled away embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, Optimus. I... I just have a problem."

Optimus showed a gentle, kind, loving smile. "I know, sweetspark. I've read your body language." He then felt a little embarrassed. "I have the same problem with my spike."

Y/N felt confused at first until it clicked fast. His penis was hard. Spike is... you know. So, both of them have the same problem. But Optimus doesn't want to force his beloved since he's not that kind of a bot. As Orion Pax, he was shy, kind, quiet, overworking, helpful, respectful, and gentle. But now as Optimus Prime, he's stern, calm, strong, smart... So, he has kinda two sides. But there's still Orion Pax in him if you pay close attention to him. Ratchet told the story of who Optimus was before he became a Prime. The kids found it interesting, especially Y/N.

Y/N looked up to meet his optics. "D-Do you mind if we help each other. Clearly, our bodies want... you know."

Optimus doesn't respond, instead, he slammed his dermas on her lips. He backed her gently until she fell on top of the white bedsheets. At least the rose petals were soft. He climbed on top of her and looked into her eyes, asking for permission. Y/N nodded and started to touch his chassis, causing Optimus to purr.

Some time passed by and Y/N was fully nude underneath the leader. She already has love bites around her neck. Optimus' optics was full with lust as his one digit entered her heated core. That caused Y/N to gasp and moan. "A-Ah! That feels so good! Please more!~"

Optimus granted her wish and added another digit inside of her. He moved inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around his digits. He's smirking inside. When he felt her orgasm, he pulled his digits away, causing Y/N to whine.

Y/N shot her eyes open when she heard a clank on the wooden floor. She saw his private member. His spike. "It's so big!~" That caused Optimus to look flustered and watched her as she used her hand to grab his spike and gently started to stroke it. Optimus moaned as his member twitched. Y/N stroked faster until Optimus shot his transfluid. It landed on her chest and stomach area. Y/N sill looked seductively and giggled.

Optimus was surprised by the next act.Y/N lifted her legs up, and opened her heated core with her fingers, inviting Optimus to go in. Optimus then prepares and lined his spike right at her pussy.

"Please put in!~"

Optimus smirked and went inside of her. He immediately grunted as the warmth and tightness greeted his spike. Y/N immediately moaned and instead of pain, she felt pleasure. Pure pleasure. She panted and moaned louder. "A-Ah, so good. Give all of you, Optimus. F-Fuck me so hard until I can't walk!~"

Optimus smirked and rammed into her. That caused Y/N to scream, moan and talk dirty. Like, really dirty talk. She couldn't help it! Her legs and arms are wrapped around him. "O-Oh, yeah! Yeah! H-Harder! I'm close!"

"As you wish, my dear.~" Optimus smirked and rammed even harder.

Y/N felt her G-Spot being hit many times that she saw stars. She was just so in love, lost in pure pleasure... That's when she felt her orgasm. She screamed Optimus' name in pure bliss as he shot his transfluid inside of her. It was warm and sticky. Optimus stayed inside of her for almost a minute before pulling out. Some of his transfluid dripped down into the sheets. Both him and Y/N felt much better.

"T-That was amazing, Optimus."

Optimus smiled lovely as he laid down next to her and pulled her closer. He held her protectively. "It was, sweetspark."

Happy Valentine's Day!

#optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #x reader #human reader #valentine's day #lemon #tfp #transformers #tf #transformers prime

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overthepopp · 3 years ago

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Post-Spring Break Collection Update!

Welcome back Funko fam! It’s been a while, how is everyone??

I had a nice little break from posting for the past couple weeks due to my university’s spring break, but now I am back and better than ever!

I thought it would be nice to ease everyone back into my posting schedule by showing off some of my finds from while I was away.

First off, one of my cousins was on vacation in Florida last week and found a Funko POP shop in a flea market. She FaceTimed me and picked out some incredible figures for me! She found me Disney’s Hercules POPs, the black & white 50’s Wanda from Marvel Studios’ Wandavision, and finally…

ZEB FROM STAR WARS REBELS!!!

This was SUCH an exciting find for me! I am a huuuge fan of Rebels, and the POPs from that series are so rare! Now I’ve got one down and five more to go!

A few weeks ago, I made a post talking about how hard it is to wait for a new release of Funko POPs (click here to see what I’m talking about). Thankfully, I was able to snag BOTH of the sets that I touched on in that post 🥳🥳🥳.

Here’s two of my favorites: Kawaki from Boruto & the new Funko exclusive Stitch on the Peoplemover train!

In addition to these, the elusive Walt Disney World 50th Anniversary castle also came back into stock and I just HAD to snag it.

This POP Town set is always going in and out of stock very quickly, so I knew I needed to take my opportunity to buy it!

In addition to all of the new POPs, I also bought a bunch of new Squishmallows. Five Below had a new drop of Disney & Pixar Squishes on March 6, and they sold out online within hours of releasing. Somehow my cousin and I lucked out, because on a trip to Five Below just a couple days later we found ALL OF THEM!

I may have walked out of the store $70 poorer, but boy was my heart happy! The only ones I neglected to buy were Jack Jack and Edna Mode from The Incredibles, because I was not the biggest fan of their Squishmallow designs. Truthfully, I thought they were pretty ugly.

Lastly, I went on a Squish hunt with two of my friends and we found the beautiful…

Calynda the Cow ❤️

Honest to God, my friend showed me a picture of Calynda on the way to the store and I thought she was so ugly… It must’ve been a terrible angle though, because when we walked into a Hallmark store and saw her sitting in all her plushiness on the shelf, both of us bought one! She looked SOOO much better in person than she did in that picture online.

Anywho, there’s my little update on my collecting adventures since my last post! I hope I added a little joy to your day today, and let me know if you’ve had any cool, new finds recently!

Thanks for reading & until next time,

Johnny

#disney #funko #funko collector #funko pop #funkocommunity #marvel #marvel studios #star wars #tbobf #the book of boba fett #squishmallows #squishmallow #pixar #turning red #boruto #naruto #walt disney world #disney world #star wars rebels

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sleepytyongie · 5 years ago

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now until forever (lee taeyong)

Summary: In which Taeyong soothes his fussy ten-month-old in the middle of the night.

Word count: 1070

Tags: Fluff, Dad!Taeyong.

(Also available on Ao3)

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A high-pitched wail pierced through the air, and Taeyong groaned as he sat up from the comfort of his bed. So much for being on the verge of falling asleep. He clicked open his phone to look at the time, pausing for a brief moment to let his eyes adjust. The wailing was still ringing ceaselessly through his ears. 00:26 AM. Okay. Not as an ungodly hour as he thought.

Already knowing the source of the noise, Taeyong padded quietly down to a room just down the hall, quickly rubbing his eyes. He opened the door gently to the baby’s nursery, a room of soft blue walls and cream carpeting. A white crib sat on the far end, and a plush felt armchair was situated by its side. Standing upright while holding on to the edge of the crib was his little daughter, just ten months old. Taeyong quickly approached the crib and picked up the fussy tot.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed. He bounced her against his hip, praying that she wouldn’t start crying. The little one, however, already had tears welled up in her brown eyes, just on the edge to let flow. A desperate whine left her quivering lips, pouty and curled upside down. Taeyong felt his heart squeeze at the sight of his distressed baby and immediately started crossing off a mental list.

Was it the diaper? No.

Hungry? Maybe. The baby had a pretty heavy dinner and a bottle of milk before bed, but that was about four hours ago.

“Are you hungry, sweetheart? Let’s try a bottle, okay?” He cooed again, settling her on his hip as he added warm water to a bottle of formula. Once it was ready, Taeyong settled on the plush armchair by the crib and started bottle-feeding the child. He admired at his daughter as she fed on the bottle enthusiastically. She had sharp angular eyes like his, but hers were gentler and kinder in character. Round, plump cheeks that he wanted to kiss till tomorrow, and just absolutely the cutest little nose.

An angel, he thought, smiling to himself, my one and only.

Soon, the bottle of formula was empty and Taeyong had stood up, patting the little one gently on her back. After a satisfyingly wet burp, he moved to set her back down on her crib, only to hear her wail yet again. He looked at her almost incredulously.

“What else is wrong, baby?” he chuckled.

The baby only whined again in reply. Taeyong sighed and proceeded with his mental list.

Is it too cold? No. It’s at the usual temperature.

Her blanket? It’s in its place on her crib.

Hyuckie-bear?

Taeyong glanced again inside her crib, to find the baby’s favorite stuffed bear from her favorite Uncle Hyuckie was missing. Luckily, in the corner of his eye, he saw the plushie lying face down at the foot of her crib. Bingo, he thought. Taeyong heaved a sigh of relief, set the baby back down on the crib, and bent down to retrieve the bear.

“Did Hyuckie-bear fall out of bed, baby?”

Upon catching sight of Hyuckie-bear in her father’s grasp, the baby whined again. She reached for the bear with her chubby arms outstretched and Taeyong felt his heart swell.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he murmured as he kissed the top of her head, “let’s go back to bed, yeah?”

Taeyong moved to pull up her blanket over her body, and yet again, the baby let out a sad noise.

“You’re extremely fussy, today,” he wondered out loud, “what else might you need?”

He was starting to be concerned. The little one looked up at her father with pleading eyes, clutching on to Hyuckie-bear on one hand, making a grabby hand for Taeyong with her other. He felt the worry wash away when it clicked to him not long after — the baby didn’t want him to leave. He picked her up again, this time along with Hyuckie-bear. Giving her a gentle kiss on her temple, Taeyong murmured, “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’ll stay. Don't you worry 'bout a thing.”

Taeyong settled on the armchair again, slowly placing the baby and her bear to lay on his chest. Humming a little lullaby, and breathing slowly and deeply, and praying she would be lulled to sleep soon. He leaned down on occasion to press his lips on her head. Taeyong cradled her delicately, the center of his universe, his everything. The baby closed her eyes slowly, finally calm and safe in her father’s arms. Taeyong thought to himself, if he could sit on this chair with her forever, just like this — even if it meant the world would whittle away — then so be it.

When he was sure the baby was fast asleep on his chest, Taeyong suddenly couldn’t bear to stand up and leave. So he started whispering quietly to the little one.

“Look at you, you’re already so big,” he smiled and pressed another delicate kiss to her head.

“One day some ten months ago, you were born, and you were the greatest gift from the universe I could have ever asked for. And now, you can sit up then stand without help, you won't sleep with any other toy aside Hyuckie-bear, and you love strawberries and won’t eat anything else,” he laughed.

Taeyong let a brief quiet fill the room, and his chest squeezed with love again.

“Someday, baby, you’re going to grow up to be your own person, with hopes, dreams, and ambitions that you’re going to leave home to chase,” Taeyong murmured quietly.

“I can’t stop you from growing up, but for now, you’re my little one. My favorite girl. I’ll take all the time I have with you to love you endlessly.”

Taeyong pressed a final kiss on her head, although this one was a little bit more passionate than the ones before. He let her sleep on his chest for a couple more minutes until he decided she would be more comfortable in her crib. Taeyong moved to lay her down on her back and tucked her in neatly with Hyuckie-bear and her soft yellow blanket. After checking to see if the baby monitor was on, he peered inside the crib for one final time. The baby was still fast asleep, and Taeyong felt love and peacefulness wash over him.

“I love you, little one, now until forever.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! It’s my first fanfic that i’ve posted here on tumblr in a long while. it’s good to be back. Also, I felt like I needed to explain the situation in the story: the reader is alive and well, they’re just not the focus of the story. For that same reason, I didn’t name the little one -- she can be anyone you imagine her to be, with a parentage of how you want it to be. Ultimately, I wanted this fic to come down as a heartwarming story of Taeyong as a doting father to his little baby girl. One last thing, I can see Haechan being a favorite uncle -- funny and playful, but I can sense a gentle and unexpectedly responsible side from him too, haha. If you’ve made it this far down into my notes, I’m gonna thank you again. Thank you! <3

-Matt.

#lee taeyong #taeyong #nct #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct fanfic #nct 127 fanfic #superm imagines #super m imagines #superm fluff #super m fluff #superm fanfic #super m fanfic #sleepytyongie

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astaralys · 4 years ago

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A Frozen modern AU oneshot

Oneshot collection can be read on: FFN | AO3

[Backstory chapter, direct continuation of oneshot #3, Searching] In which Anna officially moves in with Elsa.

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Anna sifts through the stranger and collects details like flecks of gold buried in the sands of time.

When she follows her sister through the airport and realises she still has to look up even though Elsa is only wearing flats: Wow, she's taller than me.

When Elsa tries to help her with the luggage and nearly drops it on her own foot: … But not exactly stronger. Got it.

When they get into a small white car: Oh, she does drive.

When Elsa struggles so badly to merge lanes she misses their exit on the freeway: Oh my God. She can't drive.

Anna tries so hard not to grip the door handle for security that she can't remember what she spends the ride rambling about. Her sister is mostly silent, all hums, terse nods and white-knuckled hands on the steering wheel. Anna tells herself it's because all of Elsa's focus is going into keeping them on the road, and not because Elsa, like, hates her or anything. That's absurd.

Right?

When they reach the city, Elsa's driving suddenly improves; Anna suspects it's because there's so much traffic they're barely moving. Sitting at a red light (Elsa slammed on the brakes when it turned yellow), Anna is so captivated by the bustle beyond her window that she nearly misses her sister tentatively asking, "Do you have your license yet?"

Anna snaps her head around too keenly, and winces when she sees Elsa flinch. Is she scared of me? "Sorry? Oh—my license? Ah, no, I kinda, um, failed the test. Twice. But I know how to drive!"

Elsa blinks, and Anna panics—crap, she thinks I'm a total dunce for failing twice—but then the lights go green. Almost immediately, the car behind them honks impatiently and startles them both.

Seeing her sister's shoulders tense up again ignites something inside Anna. She twists in her seat, stares straight through the rear window, and glares at the other driver. She can't tell if they can see her, but she likes to think it was the heat of her wrath that sent them scurrying into the nearest side street.

"What a stinker," Anna huffs as she turns back around. Then she remembers that it's not Kai in the seat beside her, and flushes as she glances towards Elsa. "Am I embarrassing? I'm embarrassing, aren't I? Hans always says so—i-in a nice way, of course. Like, you know, 'you adorable dork' or—"

"You're not embarrassing," Elsa says quietly. There's a pause as she carefully navigates an intersection. Then, "Hans is a friend?"

Oh, Anna realises. I'm not the only one playing detective.

"He's, um, a little more than that."

Elsa's surprise manifests as an especially jerky stop at a pedestrian crossing. "You're dating someone?"

The urge to defend him rises from nowhere. "You'll like Hans! He's a perfect gentleman with the sweetest sense of justice. He just graduated from law school. And he likes chocolate and sandwiches, just like me."

He didn't like you moving across the country, a niggling voice reminds her. Anna purses her lips and pushes the thought to the back of her mind.

"I'm sorry. That question came out strange." Elsa glances at Anna, adding softly, "Sometimes I forget that you're not five years old anymore."

"Well, we're lucky you remembered today, or you never would have found me in the airport. Waaait a minute… why didn't we just go to the information desk and tell them to make an announcement?"

To her surprise, Elsa laughs. "Haven't you had enough of that for a lifetime? You used to get lost every time we went shopping with Mom and Dad."

The memories come flooding in like a storm carving up a forgotten river. "Hey, you got lost all the time, too!"

"You got us both lost all the time."

The warm glow fills Anna's chest and remains there as Elsa turns into a long driveway leading down into the basement of one of the tallest apartments. Elsa takes a full five minutes to park, and then they're zipping up in the elevator.

Following Elsa down the plushly carpeted hallway, Anna discreetly pinches herself. Ow. It's actually happening. It doesn't matter that Hans planted that horrible question in her head ("You haven't lived with your sister in over thirteen years, Anna. How do you know she even loves you anymore?")—she's here. Elsa's here. They'll be coming home together from now on.

Then they reach the door at the very end of the hallway, fitted with one of those fancy keyless locks, and as Elsa reaches for it, she seems to remember something and says rather awkwardly, "It's your birthday."

She forgot.

It shouldn't be so surprising—Elsa hasn't been there for thirteen years of birthdays. Their parents would always give Anna 'a present from Elsa', but Anna knows how hard it is to pick out something for a sister she sees once a year at Christmas ("She likes books," Grandpa replied every time Anna called for research). And Elsa's presents are always a little too perfect, as if she still sleeps on the top bunk and can't escape twelve-year-old Anna gushing about skateboards. And after Anna noticed that, it became harder to ignore the voice that kept wondering if those presents were really from Elsa—a voice that is now smugly saying: I told you so.

"Y-Yeah! It was actually two months ago but time sure does fly. It was a super fun day—Hans and I went to an amusement park. I spent, like, two hours at the bottle toss trying to win this cute Baymax plushie. I've got it in my suitcase; I'll show you later. It's the best cuddle buddy ever."

This gets her an odd look from Elsa, but a beep from the lock distracts them both. Elsa opens the door. She steps back, gesturing shyly for Anna to enter first.

"There had better not be a trapdoor in there," Anna jokes. She doesn't know why she's nervous about this moment. It's a door. It's open.

She steps through.

Her first thought is that everything is minimalistic and very white. An open kitchen with an oak splashback against pale tiles. Cream carpet visible through a glass coffee table sitting in front of a light grey leather couch that looks more like a recliner for one than a place to watch Netflix with friends or sisters.

Even the bookshelves standing sentry on either side of the wall-mounted television contain neat rows of books with the stark pages facing outward. Anna opens her mouth to make a quip about finding any books—but then her curious gaze falls on the small dining table with its single placemat and chair.

Why does this detail hurt so much?

"This place is amazing! I bet myself ten bucks that you had great taste." Even Anna can tell she sounds too loud, too bright. "Remind me to treat myself. I'm craving chocolate fondue right now. Actually, scratch that. I'm always craving chocolate fondue. Any good places around here? Please say yes."

She hopes Elsa still likes chocolate and building snowmen.

Elsa hovers by the shoe cabinet, her left hand loosely gripping her right elbow. "Yes. I'll take you someday. Would you like to see your room?"

Anna catches herself on the verge of saying something stupid like 'Of course! It's the whole reason I'm here.'

"That's the bathroom." Elsa points to a door at the end of a short corridor, then gestures to two other doors on either side. "My room. Your room. I was only using it as a study, so it's very empty after I moved the desk to my room. We can—"

"Relax, sis! I'm so easy. All I need is a—" Anna throws open the door. "—bed."

It's literally the only piece of furniture in the room.

"Woooow. You really weren't kidding about empty, huh?"

Behind her, Elsa sounds apologetic. "I wasn't sure how you wanted to set it up, so I only got a bed. If the mattress is too hard or too soft for you, we can exchange it tomorrow. Or if you don't like the view, you can take my room instead. It really doesn't—"

"I love it." Anna spins around with a grin. "This means we get to go shopping together! But let's get IKEA to deliver to us, yeah? Your Mini Cooper can only fit, like, two-thirds of a flatpack. Ooh, I've seen apps that let you drag furniture onto photos to see how the room looks with—" She's interrupted by a shockingly huge yawn. "Goodness, 'scuse me. Where was I? Right—apps… Elsa? Where are you going?"

Her sister returns with the suitcase. "You just got off a plane; change into something comfortable and get some rest. Dessert and furniture can wait until tomorrow."

"But I'm not—" Another yawn swallows up the rest of Anna's sentence. "—sleepy… Okay, fine. But promise you'll wake me up for dinner, or my rumbling tummy will wake you in the middle of the night."

Elsa promises, and then the door closes with the softest of clicks.

Anna listens, but there's carpet and her sister moves so quietly that it feels like she's back in the big house. Alone. Except she's not.

She checks her phone. Nothing from Hans. She sends him a quick message to say she's arrived at Elsa's place, then looks around at her new room, and decides not to add a photo.

Her suitcase springs open as soon as she unlocks it, spilling her life across the floor. Gerda helped her pack, but none of her neat folding survives the trial of Anna digging for something to sleep in. Anna changes into pyjama bottoms and one of Hans' shirts.

Then her gaze catches on a grey, threadbare sweater.

There's a cartoon graphic of a single slice of pizza. The rest of the pizza is on her father's sweater; a matching Father's Day gift that immediately became a game of chicken. If one of them wore their sweater in the house, the other had to wear theirs, no matter how sweltering the day. It drove her mother crazy. "Can you two please stop wearing those long enough for me to wash them?" she used to sigh.

Now, pulling the sweater over her head, Anna realises in the darkness that it's the little details. It's the fact that their sweater streak was still unbroken when she answered the door to find two police officers solemnly waiting. It's electricity and phone bills that continue to pay themselves, because direct debits don't care that Anna's parents are gone. It's not being able to send videos of Elsa's horrible driving to the group chat because no one else will see them.

A knock on the door startles her. She whirls around with her head still stuck in the sweater and—oh no, bad idea.

"Anna? I forgot to give you… are you okay? I heard a loud noise."

Lying winded on her back, Anna wheezes, "Nothing! My shirt just fell."

"That was very loud for a shirt."

"Yeah, um, that's because I was kind of in it."

The door opens as she sits up. "Did you break anything?" Elsa asks as she helps Anna get her head through the sweater.

"God, I hope not. Keep all your favourite mugs away from me. Actually, keep all your expensive stuff away because I'm ridiculously uncoordinated. As you can see."

"I meant bones, Anna. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh." Anna lets out a laugh, rubbing an elbow. "Totally fine. Super thick skull. What did you forget?"

Elsa gestures towards the bed, where she's placed a stack of bath towels. "To give you towels in case you want to take a shower first."

"Thanks. Wow. That's… a lot of colours."

"I wasn't sure which ones you liked."

Anna blinks at her sister. Who might have given her a spare room with nothing but a bed, yet bought towels in literally every colour of the rainbow, just for Anna.

"Oh, and this." Elsa holds out a silver key. "In case the keyless lock fails for any reason. There's a panel you can slide down to open the door normally with this key."

The key feels both light and heavy in Anna's hands. She flashes Elsa a grateful grin. "I'm going to use this every day because that pin code looked so long, I'd forget it every day."

"I don't think you will."

"Hah. You don't know how bad my memory is." And Elsa really doesn't know, does she? There are so many things they don't know about each other.

But then Elsa cocks her head to one side and says, "You can't forget it. I told you: it's your birthday. Month, date, year."

When Anna stares speechlessly for too long, Elsa hurriedly adds, "When I moved in, I was told not to use my own birthday because it's too obvious, so the first thing I thought of was yours—b-but we can change it to your phone number if that's easier for you. Or maybe… Anna? Are you okay?"

The details Anna has collected scatter as she throws her arms around Elsa for the second time that day. Except this time, it doesn't feel like she's hugging a stranger.

When Elsa awkwardly rubs her back, Anna wipes her eyes on her favourite sweater and thinks: That's my sister.

#I actually wrote this before I finished the last chapter of TNU #and then deadass forgot all about it #I am a goldfish #frozen fanfiction #frozen modern au #snow sisters #elsa #anna #these days are precious #my writing

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shaydeoffical · 5 years ago

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Bright as a Diamond. Shinso Hitoshi x Fem Reader: Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Chapter Summary: (Y/N) wakes up in the hospital after our last chapter. Maybe Shinso isn’t an asshole all the time. Maybe he’s got a redeemable quality after all.

Series Summary:

When (Y/N)’s co-worker decided to send a picture of her making a diamond to the paper, her life was over. Gemstone based quirks weren’t all that rare, but being able to make a diamond put a target on her back. After years of hiding in the city, it’s time to hide in the countryside with her Uncle Shota Aizawa and his more than ‘roommate’ Hizashi Yamada. With the promise of training her to be self-sufficient, she’s ready to learn.

Author Note: I cut this chapter in two as it got to big, and the next chapter will be a lot to handle. So I tried to add some softer moments in this chapter. Enjoy

Warning: Mentions of being drugged, mentions stalker, mentions of urination on self.

Last chapter: Chapter Six

Next Chapter:: Chapter Eight

The Barrage

"You didn't tell mom?" I sat up with a start, chest racing. Three men were sitting around my bed, my hospital bed. "Wait, what's happening?" I gripped my head and looked away from the window. A dense fog had settled in over my mind, and situations blurred.

"What do you remember?" Shota leaned forward, gritting his teeth.

Shinso shut the blinds, and I could see just how upset Hizashi looked. His puffy cheeks and red eyes, whatever had happened, must have scared him… scared.

My stuffed animal burning. Hips blistered. More incentives just kept me frozen.

Hands around my throat. Warm bubbly blood. Begging. There was always begging.

"It's okay," Shinso had his fingers pressed to my forehead, and I centered my focus. The fog cleared, and the scent of coffee brought back what happened.

"My work friend. He found me at the cafe, we were going to meet up later so I could see his apartment. He bought me a coffee. Said he added sugar because I was so sweet, but I hate coffee, and I declined. Then he dragged me to a comic shop." Rubbing the sides of my head, I chewed my lip trying to remember.

Shinso's face flashed through my memory, and I focused on other details. Like the gravels in my knees, and the midnight plush. "He was trying to buy me an Eraserhead poster, but I have them all. But I didn't tell him that. Instead, I picked up Shinso's debut buttons, and Kira tore them from me. Then- I got mad, but I don't- it was a Midnight plushie. He said Midnight and I were both curvy, and I corrected him. He had both drinks in his hand with the plush under his arm. Next, a shop attendant came to ask me for something, and Kira went off about how cool my quirk was, and I didn't work for free. "I gripped my sheets, falling back into the bed wincing. "I'm an idiot."

"It's that all you remember?" Shota ignored my self-degradation, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Shinso." The boy perked up and turned from the blind he'd been fiddling with. The bags under his eyes were notable than before.

"I remember Shinso saving me." The lint ball wasn't totally insufferable, he had proved that today. It might have been his job, but I was grateful. "Thanks, I owe you a couple."

"Don't mention it." I figured he'd gloat, but instead, he picked up his coat and slunk to the door. "I'm running to the convince store, any requests?"

"Anything with caffeine," Shota sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm good, (Y/n)?" Hizashi glanced me.

There was no way I'd ask Shinso for a damn thing before today, but maybe. "Chocolate, anything that will wash the taste of coffee out of my mouth, really."

"Got it." He closed the door on the way out. I pulled my blanket up higher, feeling exposed.

"So, what happened after I went down?" There was a lemon-lime soda on my bedside, and I gently sipped it, feeling the rawness of my throat.

"You were taken to the hospital and had your stomach bumped for retinol." That explained the pain. Shota continued, "Kira got away, unfortunately. We'll have to be careful till he's caught. Did you tell him where we live?"

"No, I said I was in the city. He believed me because I was biking to work every day. Oh snap, work is going to be super awkward. Like will he show up, or will I be promoted to his position." The possibilities were endless, I could even be fired for causing this. I've brought enough trouble to the company as is.

"It wasn't a real jewelry shop." A man with a dog's face entered the room, totting a notebook. "I'm police chief, Kenji Tsuragamae, and I've been aware of a new jewelry shop in town. It was only open for a few hours each day, and we suspected it was a cover-up store. You were let go from Kale's Jewelry last month, and you were made to believe you had a position here. This is a very extreme case of predatory stalking."

"Oh." I nodded, things clicking together. "Oh. I see… so I really am a dunce, huh?" Hizashi took my hand and pushed my hair from my face.

"You're so bright and trusting, it's not a reflection of you." Hizashi coddled me, pressing his forehead to mine, rubbing my shoulder. The closeness was the only thing preventing me from crying.

"We're going to make you sharper", Shota promised me, clasping both my hands. "For now, you need to heal and answer some questions."

Mr. Tsuragamae's questions went by quickly. Things like how long I had known Kira, did he have any friends, what was his daily routine at work. Once he was done, my head was spinning again, and I was ready for a nap. The more I answered, the more apparent how much I overlooked earlier in our association.

Shinso returned soon after, bearing an energy drink for Shota, and a caramel-filled chocolate bar for me. The caramel did the trick, and soon all I could taste was the silky-smooth texture of liquid chocolate and caramel. While eating, Shinso went back to looking out the window, his back tense. He was such an ass, but even he knew when to tone it back.

"Can we go home?" I broke the silence, fidgeting with the hem of my gown. There was no reason for me to sit in an uncomfy bed and be miserable.

"I'll go ask the doctor." Shota took the initiative and left to chase my doctor down.

The nurses had brought me more pain meds earlier and checked me over. But overall, I had been left to my own devices. I could be miserable in my own bed at the least. From what I gathered, Shinso got me to the hospital fast enough that the pills hadn't fully entered my bloodstream.

Hizashi and Shinso had their own little conversation about Shinso's current mission, and I settled for finding my phone. The battery was dead and would stay that way till I got home. It had done enough by getting me help. Still, I wanted to look busy, so I used my sheet to wipe the screen off and shine the case.

"You can go home," an older nurse had followed Shota into the room." The last round of blood work came back clean. I must say you're a very lucky girl. If that boy hadn't got you in here so fast, you'd be comatose. There was enough retinol in your system to kill three men."

"He's not half bad," I agreed, noting the odd smile from Hizashi to Shota. "I've been worse for wear before, but this was something new. Guess I can cross this off my 'never have I ever list'. Now to get home and beseech Hisoka for affection. Plus, get some real rest."

"We'll be back in a few minutes with your papers." The nurse scribbled something on my chart before shutting the door behind her.

"I assume you want to wear the gown home?" Hizashi pushed my shoes onto my feet and tied my laces.

"Can't I wear the outfit I had on?" I asked, getting to my feet, wavering before Hizashi had his arm around me. The three men than froze, looking for the other to say something. "What is it?"

"You pissed yourself." My face went blood red as Shinso broke it to me, holding a plastic bag, that I assumed had my outfit in it.

"No." I crooked my head, scrunching my face together.

"That's just the cherry on the cake." Hizashi grinned, trying to make it easier.

"We all have accidents. under extreme circumstances." Shota took the bag from Shinso and tucked it under his coat.

"Can, can you just toss it. I don't want you to have to deal with that." I laid my head on Hizashi's shoulder and thought of Shinso carrying me earlier...I wanted to vanish. It didn't help that Lint Ball was giving me a pitiful look.

"Washing them is no problem, pro heroes wet themselves all the time. Right Sho?" Hizashi lead me to the door as a nurse brought a wheelchair.

"Not all the time." Shota held tight to the bag and paled.

"Can we just change the topic?" Sitting in the chair, I slumped my shoulders and made sure to keep my gown over my knees.

"The weather's nice." Shinso offered, handing me a peppermint from his pocket.

"It was nice this morning, for sure." Humming, I wiggled my toes in my shoes, forcing a smile.

"Tomorrow will be even better." Shinso insisted, holding open the door to the outside.

"I think so too." Hizashi chimed in, going to get the car to pick us up. The notion that tomorrow would put this behind me was comforting. I'd have to deal with the fall out Akira caused, but he couldn't run forever.

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lil-meow-meow-goes-rawr · 5 years ago

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Polaroids

🍭rating: general

🍭genre: fluff, romance, best friend!Jimin, f2l

🍭warnings: Jimin may be too cute for your heart to handle

🍭synopsis: You and your best friend, Jimin, take the day to spend at the amusement park. It’s atop the ferris wheel that he makes an unexpected confession.

🍭word count: 1.7K

🍭 Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

You bounced lightly on the balls of your feet as you waited. Why did this line seem to be so much longer than any of the rides you’d been on today? With no reprieve, the sun overhead beat down on you with an unforgiving heat. Chaotic sounds of chatter and mechanical whirring from the rides filled your ears, only adding to your excitement.

Beside you, Jimin laughed. “Relax. We’ll get there.”

“How many people really need cotton candy?”

“Apparently, quite a few.”

With a dramatic sigh, you allowed your head to fall back only to squint at the blazing sun. “I just want to get to a few more rides before we have to leave.”

“That won’t be for another two hours. Relax and have some fun.”

“Easy for you to say,” you teased, snatching the camera out of the unsuspecting hands of your best friend, “you don’t even like the rides.”

An indignant, “Hey!” came from your friend as he attempted to take the camera back. You laughed, holding it just out of his reach.

Pouting, he ran his hand through his hair, pushing his pink-dyed hair out of his face only for it to fall right back into place. “That’s not true. I like the Ferris wheel.”

Rolling your eyes, you pointed the camera at him. “Of course. Forgive me. I almost forgot about the baby rides. Remind me again why I brought you and not Jungkook?”

His pout only grew. Stomping his feet, he whined, “but I’m your best friend.”

You laughed again, clicking the button on the camera. Immediately, the polaroid printed. Tearing it out, you shook it lightly until the picture began to form. “There,” you held the photo up for Jimin to see, “now we’ll always remember how adorable you are when you pout.”

“You think I’m adorable?” He winked, nudging you lightly with his shoulder.

“Anyone with eyes can see that, but don’t worry your little head over it. The dinosaur is still cuter.” To prove your point, you lifted up the plushie to press against your cheek as you grinned up at him.

Jimin scoffed. “Don’t forget who won you that prize.”

“It was a game of chance.” You waved him off, putting the plushie back inside your bag. “There’s no skill involved in dropping a disk down a board.”

“It took careful calculations, and you know it.”

“It was a kids game.”

“You’re just jealous my talents exceed your own.”

The man behind you cleared his throat impatiently and you shot your head up to find the line had moved up quite a bit while you’d been distracted. Excitedly, you grabbed Jimin’s hand, pulling him with you as you raced up to your place in line. Only three people stood in front of you now.

“What do you want?” You asked while digging for your wallet in your bag.

Jimin pursed his lips lightly as he scanned the small menu. There wasn’t much. A few types of candies, cotton candy and a few different kinds of ‘giant’ cookies. His eyes grew wide and he began bouncing excitedly when he saw it. “Giant cookies, Y/N. Giant cookies.”

“I guess I know what you’re getting.”

“Just look.”

Your eyes lit up when you read the list of cookies available. “What are the chances, they would have those?”

Jimin began dancing excitedly, his patience slowly diminishing. “Must be our lucky day.”

The couple before you received their treats, and you happily stepped up to the counter. The woman working regarded you with bored, half-lidded eyes. She blew a bubble with her gum, popping it between her teeth before asking, “What’ll it be?”

You and Jimin shared a grin and spoke together, “Snickerdoodle, please.”

The woman raised an eyebrow. “Two snickerdoodles.”

You shook your head.

“Just one will do.” Jimin told her with a polite smile.

“Your sign does say ‘giant’ cookies.” You pointed out, using the camera to snap a picture of the sign. You were going to want to remember this.

The woman scoffed. “They aren’t that big.”

“Just one will do,” Jimin repeated.

Shrugging, she muttered a few words under her breath as she crouched down to retrieve the cookie. Before you had the chance to pull out your card, Jimin slapped the cash on the counter with a sly grin flashed in your direction. Bowing politely to the disgruntled woman, he retrieved the cookie and happily bounced away from the line.

You followed behind, bitterly stuffing your wallet back inside your bag. “I was supposed to pay for that.”

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I had let the lady pay?”

“A modern one.”

“Are you calling me old fashioned?”

You shrugged. “I’m just saying, I’m perfectly capable of paying for my own things.”

He hummed in thought. “But now you owe me a favor.”

“A favor?” You asked skeptically. “What kind of favor?”

“You’ll see.”

Taking your hand in his, Jimin dragged you through the narrow openings between people at the crowded park. You tried to focus on anything other than the warmth of his hand covering your own and how well they seemed to fit together, but it was hard. He was your best friend. You weren’t supposed to have these feelings.

“Really?” You giggled when you noticed which line he had you join. “The Ferris wheel?”

Scrunching his nose, he grinned. A sight which sent your heart fluttering out of control. “Your assumption that I would take you anywhere else is disconcerting. We’ve only known each other for nearly eight years now.”

You hummed in agreement. “True, and you’ve managed to suck all the life from me with your boring choices in entertainment. What was the movie you had me watch the other night? Boss Baby? I need to find myself some adult friends who can help revive my pour soul.”

A large pout planted itself on Jimin’s lips as you reached the front of the line. Tilting his head, an adorable grin slowly began replacing the puckered lips. “You can’t deny you love me.”

“Do I?” You teased, stepping up into the next box.

Jimin’s smile faltered a moment as he followed you in, taking the seat across from you.

The wheel began moving as you leaned forward and lightly tapped his nose. “Why yes. Yes, I do.”

Scrunching his nose at the gesture, Jimin looked away but he couldn’t hide the blush coloring his cheeks. Bringing out the cookie, he held it up. “Split it?”

“Split it.”

Carefully breaking it in half, he handed you your share before taking a big bite of his own. His lips pushed out into another pout as he chewed.

“Not living up to expectations?” You teased.

“This isn’t nearly as good as yours.”

Laughing, you tapped your half of the cookie against his nose. “I swear, the only reason you continued talking to me after we met was to get more cookies.”

“Of course not. It was your sparkling personality that kept me around.”

“Mhmm,” you said, taking a bite of the cookie and wrinkling your nose at the tase, “sure.”

His smile faltered as he stared at you. Licking his lips, he let out a nervous giggle. “You know, I’ve always thought of myself as the luckiest man to have you as my best friend. And not just because you make the best cookies.”

You felt a blush color your cheeks. Hiding your face in your hands, you shook your head. “Jimin! Stop it.”

With a smug grin, he brought your hands down. “From the first day, I knew you were special. Sweeter than any cookie you could ever make.” Leaning forward, he gently wiped a few crumbs from the side of your mouth. “Y/N, maybe I’m way out of line. As your best friend, I probably shouldn’t cross the line, but,” his thumb trailed along your bottom lip, yet his eyes remained focused on your own, “may I kiss you?”

Your breath hitched as you searched his gaze for any hint of a joke. This couldn’t be real, could it? You’d had a crush on your best friend for years now but had never imagined he would ever feel the same way about you. You heart pounded furiously against your chest as you nervously bit your lip.

“You really are an idiot, Park Jimin.”

Drawing back, he kicked his legs in a small fit. “You ruined the whole mood, Y/N. I was trying to be serious.”

With a giggle, you took his hands and pulled him back to you. “Kiss me already.”

Biting his lips to keep the shy smile at bay, he leaned forward until your noses brushed. “Is it weird if I tell you that I love you?”

Pressing your lips together, you tried to suppress your own grin. A feat which was not so easily accomplished. “Not at all. In fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret of my own.” Pecking his lips, you caught him off guard. “I love you too.”

With a gasp, Jimin suddenly shot up, scrambling to retrieve the camera off the floor.

Confused, you watched Jimin’s frantic movements. Had you said something to upset him? Had you been too straightforward? Your stomach twisted into knots at the thought of ever losing him.

Falling toward you, Jimin looped his arm around your shoulder to keep you from instinctively retreating away from the sudden movement. “Smile!”

You were still staring confusedly up at him when he snapped the picture.

Satisfied, he returned to his own seat.

“Jimin?” You questioned, nervously rubbing at your arm.

With a large grin, he flashed you the now visible photo. It was blurry from all the movement. Jimin looked amazing as he always did whenever someone took a photo of him, but you looked like an idiot, craning your neck to stare up at him in confusion.

“Now I’ll never forget.”

“Forget what?”

“Only the most important moment of my life. The moment my best friend told me she loved me.”

Blushing madly, you tried to hide your face but he wouldn’t let you, pulling at your hands to keep them down.

“You owe me a favor, remember?”

“I thought the Ferris wheel was your deal.”

“No, this is.” He kissed you then. Soft, sweet and everything you’d ever imagined it to be.

#bts aus #jimin fanfic #jimin fic #jimin fluff #park jimin #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #f2l #jimin au #bts jimin au

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sexcoffeeandkellynickelsfics · 5 years ago

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A Birthday Suprise//An Izzy Stradlin Fanfic

Happy Bornday @slashscowboyboots I hope you like your lovely Izzy birthday surprise! 💖💖💖(it’s technically your birthday in my time zone so.....)

“Izzy can you please tell me where we’re going?” Karen looked over at her boyfriend in the drivers seat and sweetly fluttered her eyelashes at him and pouted.

“That would be telling and giving away the whole of your birthday surprise” he smirked trying to keep his focus on the road.

A while later they pulled into the lot at the airport.

Karen quirked her eyebrow at him.

“The airport?”

“Yes......” Izzy drawled.

Something then clicked in Karen and she started to panic.

“What about Violet” she panicked.

“Don’t worry I left a key with Duff and Amy so they could check in on her between their shifts at the bar”

Karen breathed out.

“Oh, oh that’s okay then”

Violet was Karen and Izzy’s 7 week old pup they’d found her through an AD in the paper and had fallen in love straight away and went to pick her up the very same day.

She starting panicking again.

“‘My passport I don’t have it!” She gasped.

“Nor do I have my suitcase!”

“Ah my love it’s a good job I do” he told her patting the top pocket of his jean jacket and smirked.

“And you’ve got a fully packed suitcase in the truck”

“Oh ok, that’s ok then” she smiled gently at him.

“Don’t worry my sweetheart I’ve got everything sorted” he leant over and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

They’d made it through the airport, on to the plane and settled in their seats all without Karen’s surprise of where they were going being ruined.

Several hours later their flight had landed and Izzy ushered her out the airport, stopping and blindfolding Karen he gently took her hand guiding her into their transfer vehicle. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, he hoped she liked it he’d been planning the trip for months. He always did everything he could to make her birthdays magical. The vehicle they were in suddenly came to a stop. “Are we here?” She asked him.

“Yes love” placing a gently kiss to the corner of her mouth.

He hopped out and ran around to the passenger side opening the door and guiding her out so she had the perfect view when he removed her blindfold.

“Stay here” he told her.

He quickly unloaded the suitcases and payed the driver and made his way to stand next to Karen’s side.

“Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Ready” she nodded.

He untied to the blindfold and watched as his girlfriend’s eyes adjusted to their new surroundings.

She cupped a hand over her mouth and gasped.

“Izzy it’s beautiful”

“It is? You really like it?” He asked her grabbing hold of hand his nerves melting away.

“I do, it’s gorgeous” she smiled tears welling in the corner of her eyes as she looked out over the sparkling water of the sea and golden sands.

“Shall we have a look inside?” He asked her grabbing her had so she’d follow.

Inside where they we staying was just as beautiful as the island outside.

It was beautifully rustic, wooden furniture hand carved with beautiful native patterns, oversized drapes lazily blowing in the hazy sea air, stunning ornate statues and detailed painting decorating the rooms.

Izzy took Karen’s hand again and pulled her toward the table in the middle of the room adorned with the most beautiful vase of tropical flowers, balloons and ice bucket of champagne with two flutes.

“Oh Izzy it’s perfect” she said pulling him in for a tight hug.

“It’s not much but I hope you like it” he asked her.

“Not much, Izzy this is more than enough” she looked up at him.

He reached over her and pulled a flower from the vase snapping the stem slightly and tucking into her blonde hair.

“A beautiful flower for the most beautiful girl on this earth” he whispered.

“Thank you” she looked up at him again tears welling in her eyes.

“For what?” He asked her the both of them gently swaying.

“All this, you didn’t have to”

“But I did, you deserve all of this, you deserve all the world” he told her lovingly.

He pulled away from her and picked up the bottle from the ice bucket.

“Drink?” he asked.

“Please” she nodded.

“I hope I don’t take a light out with the cork” he laughed as he fiddled trying to pop it.

Karen giggled.

She loved this Izzy, no worries, no cares he was relaxed and happy. He was away from the stress of work, the band and the general stresses of life.

She was snapped back from her thoughts as Izzy popped the cork successfully not ruining anything around him with.

He poured the champagne into the two glasses sat on the table and handed one to Karen.

“Happy Birthday my love” he said carefully chinking his glass against hers.

“Thank you” she smiled.

The pair continued to explore their accommodation this time champagne flutes in hand. Karen was in awe of everything, even down to the small details that made the bigger picture. They’d entered the master bedroom and she had momentarily been rendered speechless by how gorgeous it was. The bed was four poster, gold drapes and ties, plush bedspread coloured the same as the drapes and a mountain of big fluffy pillows. Sat on the end of the bed were their towels folded as two swans heads together to create a heart shape. She placed her flute down on the bedside table and stood at the edge of the bed and began to run her fingers across the soft material when she felt Izzy’s arms wrap around her waist and pull her down into the bed, the pair of them sinking into the plushy covers.

“Don’t” she breathed.

“Why?” He asked.

“Cause I’ll fall asleep and there’s still stuff to see” she giggled.

“Fine fine” he laughed.

“How about we freshen up and go for food and drinks?” He asked her.

“Sounds good to me” she nodded watching him unbutton his shirt leaving it hanging loosely on his shoulders and begin to rummage through the suitcases grabbing both their wash bags and heading into the bathroom.

“Hey babe come ‘ere” Izzy shouted.

“Okay” Karen shouted back reluctantly moving up off the bed.

“Look Look the bath has jets like a jacuzzi” Izzy said excited gesturing toward the bath of running water.

“I vote we stay here, sit in there for a while, order room service and watch the sunset from the love seat what do you think?” Izzy asked Karen.

“I think that sounds perfect” she said pulling him in for a kiss.

A while later fresh from the bath and stomachs filled with food they sat looking up at the stars hand in hand having watched the sunset. The smell of ocean flooding their senses and the gentle sea breeze filling the space around them.

“I didn’t bring much in the way of presents for tomorrow because of travelling with them” Izzy spoke suddenly.

“You don’t need to do anything else, this is enough, this is way more than enough” Karen reassured him.

“I did bring you something though” he said rummaging through the pocket of his bathrobe that matched Karen’s.

“I told you didn’t need to” Karen tutted at him.

“I did” he said presenting her with a white and gold gift wrapped box.

She gently tugged at the ribbon on the box to undo it and pulled the lid off, inside lay the most beautiful pair of gold hoop earrings with emerald detailing shaped like leaves.

“I love them!” Karen told him pulling him in by the shoulders to gently kiss him.

“I saw you always looking at them in that store back home but you didn’t ever buy them so I thought I would” he smiled.

“Thank you, I love you” she smiled kissing him again.

“I love you too, I’ll love you always even when we’re just dust and bones in the ground” he told her kissing her sweetly again.

They both sank further back under the throw into the wicker loveseat, holding each other lovingly gazing at the moon and the stars the only sound being the waves crashing out at sea and the breeze gently rustling the leaves in the trees.

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movedyourchair505 · 6 years ago

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Napule Nights - ventisei

Again, Elana helped me so much with this, thank you endlessly. It’s a big one, so I really hope it does not disappoint x

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Unfortunately, Turner's words turned out to hold mostly the truth, his prediction fulfilled as Jade spent the rest of the day working with the Serena and Kane, saw Turner merely in passing that evening, hardly over the course of the following day at all, only when she was heading back to her suite coming back from the shooting range did Cook stop in front of Turner's office, told her that he wanted to see her and her heart leapt with anticipation, although she had not dared to get her hopes up out of fear of disappointment.

When she stepped inside and Cook closed the door behind her, Turner stood in front of his desk, buttoning his shirt up all the way, fumbling with his tie and this time she didn't hesitate, out of instinct took the remaining steps to minimize their distance without second thought and reached to replace his hands with her own, doing up the tie in no time and she watched his fingers tense and stretch at first, then he allowed to let it happen, his hands instead coming down slowly on her hips, guiding her forward and he stepped back to lean against the edge of his desk, kept her stood between his legs.

She sensed that she'd initially broken her own rule of getting her hopes up, because she couldn't help but be disappointed by the fact that it seemed he was going to another job, had merely called her in to have a word and a painful thought shot through her head, her body tensing, yet her mind was soothed instantly by how at ease he seemed, but the mere inkling of the possibility arising that she wouldn't get what she wanted had her defensive nonetheless.

“What is it?” She asked, her tone more forward, more challenging than she'd intended. “Do you have more work for me?” She was praying that it was just that.

A half-smile played around his lips and he shook his head slightly. “Jade” he drawled, his tongue drawing along his bottom lip slowly. “Just wanted teh talk t'yeh 'bout tomorrow.”

She swallowed, her hands slowly smoothing down his tie to calm herself down as she forced herself to hold his gaze. “Yes, Alexander?”

“Dun't worreh” he said, unable to suppress the satisfied smirk spreading across his face. “I 'ave not changed me mind.”

She breathed out, an immense weight lifted from her heart, the relief overshadowing the embarrassment of how easy he'd figured her out and she raised her eyebrows expectantly, as if to gloss over his promise like it didn't faze her, waiting for the real reason of their encounter.

“I'm workin' durin' the deh but yeh've got the deh off. Yeh can do as yeh wish, but I 'ad summat I wanted yeh teh do-...” He pursed his lips.

She sucked in a sharp breath, cutting him off. “You fucking contradictory-...”

“Jade” he snapped, the roll of his eyes almost embarrassing her further. “Fookin' 'ear meh out, will yeh? I want yeh teh get yehrself a nice new dress. Mi wanted teh spend time wif yeh so 'e's gunna take yeh.” He smiled at the way the realisation had grown on her flawless features and replaced the frozen expression of disbelief. “Is tha' alreyht?” He asked, smug, teasing.

She swallowed, pressing her lips together, her hands moving flat against his chest and she smoothed down the jacket of his dark grey suit. “I suppose” she said, nodding slowly.

He chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Alreyht” he said. “Bene.”

She sighed, stepping back as she slowly began to snap out of it, trying desperately to hide her excitement now to not give him the satisfaction after once again making a complete fool of herself. “W-Where are you going?” She asked, watching him push himself off the desk, closing two buttons of his jacket.

“Joost a meetin'” he shrugged, looking back at her with his eyebrows raised. “It dun't concern yeh, doll, I've got it under control.”

She sucked in a breath. “Someone tried to kill you yesterday.”

His face remained unimpressed and he sighed. “Tha' weren't the first time, were it? It were sum of the people I angered in San Marino, they sent...” He paused. “It dun't matter.”

“I'm worried” she stated, surprised by her own words as soon as they rushed out.

Turner swallowed, taking a breath. He was surprised by the way she told him now, sincere and outright direct, like she wasn't ashamed to admit, but he was in no state of mind to process what that meant, pressing his lips together as he looked back at her, then walked towards her again. “Dun't beh” he stated. “There's nofin' teh worreh 'bout.”

She was about to challenge him again when she was cut off by his lips pressed to hers, the kiss quick, yet never lacking in intensity, heat and promises, his arm snaking around her waist to press her body against his, moving his lips hungrily with hers, eager for something, because while he didn't want to admit, he knew that especially at the moment, any job was risky, and he needed her to ease the reality of that for him for just a moment, having all along hoped for a quiet moment to just kiss her in passing, reignite that feeling of power inside him, of being strong, of being desired, and the way she looked at him when he drew back, lips parted, eyes wide with lust, it did everything he needed for him, and it took all his strength to tear his gaze from her and step away, heading for the door.

Few things had frustrated her the way his kiss did, reduced her to her usual nightly routines, yet recharged the next morning because Kane's opinion of early mornings was as high as her own, and he picked her up fairly late, Cook and another henchman accompanying them as they made their way downtown, the day promising heat and excitement and while Jade had always enjoyed her birthday more than any other day of the year, this felt out of this world entirely, Kane taking her to a café, focused on her and her alone, be it with questions or compliments – only having his own interest in mind once when convincing her to as a present allow him to buy her a pair of leopard print heels – her confidence sky high as she returned to her suite with the gold bag in her hand that contained one of the most expensive dresses she'd ever owned.

She took her time getting ready, pampering herself with a long and thorough shower, layering smooth and richly-scented moisturizer over her skin and selecting the perfect shade of ruby red for her lips to complement the metallic indigo dress. She adjusted the deep plunge neck that barely covered any of her chest, the small curvy straps just above her elbow, running her hands down the solid, well-structured material, it was tight on her body, thick and shiny and definitely unsuitable for work, felt expensive, a reminder that it was something only Turner could have funded.

Her black stilettos clicked on the ground, she felt her legs were more shaky than usual, but she'd also never felt more confident than in the moment the doors of the lift opened and she stepped into the entrance hall, Cook shadowing her every move still, but she forgot about every other person in the vicinity when she laid eyes on Turner waiting for her by the doors, once again exceeding all her expectations. His sheeny blue suit was well-tailored and didn't require a belt. His shirt looked soft, a satin mustard colour, tucked perfectly into his trousers, white buttons, the collar draped neatly over the jacket drawing particular attention to his slender neck which didn't help the pressing need she still had to mark it, bruise it, feel his heart rate increase. His hair was slicked back, drew attention to his window's peak and she noticed it looked tidier, suggested he might have had it trimmed, his face on full display, the crispness of his jaw matching his tight suit that defined his body in a way that had her already undressing him with her eyes as she approached him. His chain made her want to draw him close instantly, the rings on his fingers had her eyes almost roll back at the recollection. Even the glow his skin radiated had her desperate, his nose crinkling slightly and the perfect blend of cigarette smoke and spicy cologne clouded her mind and she couldn't ignore the fact that whilst his perfection was usually effortless, it was clear he'd actually made an effort to exceed her expectations tonight, whether he wanted her to know that or not.

Before he knew, Alex caught himself licking his lips, the way she looked as she strode towards him made his hand itch to cancel all the plans, take her back to his apartment and fuck her, hard and fast and until neither of them could move, his gaze wandering from her effortless strut to her the flawless features of her face, her make up accentuating her perfection as well as the impeccable combination of pure elegance and seduction that was her dress and he felt a sense of pride swell inside him, because he'd made it happen after all, his eyes fiery and full of lust as he stared right back into hers, the hint of a smile on her plushy lips hindered his speech, set him back several seconds before he could form any sort of expression, he couldn't help the surge of possessiveness he felt instantly, put at ease only when he held his hand out for her and she took it slowly, the intensity of his gaze locked on hers when he lifted their hands to his lips, pressing them lightly, yet determinedly to her knuckles, her heart missing a beat, then melting when he let go.

“'appeh birfdeh, Jade.”

Without a warning, his arm snaked around her hip, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. He winked, shoving his other hand slowly into the left pocket of his trousers. “Weh're matchin'.” His voice was deep, the one playful and suggestive nonetheless and he led her towards the doors, his hand never leaving her hip.

She pressed her lips together, amused because the look in his big brown eyes suggested he had much more to say about the way she looked, but she remained satisfied with the silent acknowledgement for the moment, suppressed another reaction when he gave Cook a look and opened the door for her himself, sitting closer to her than he usually would in the backseat.

He cleared his throat as they drove into the streets, his eyes never having left her. “I guess yeh're aware of 'ow good yeh look.”

She toyed with a sly smile, licking her lips. “I am” she stated proudly, pleased with herself that she'd actually rendered him speechless. “But yo-...”

“Jade” he said, cutting her off and sighing heavily. “Fookin' let meh finish me-...”

She licked her lips, unable to help herself. “I always let you finish, Alexander.”

He swallowed hard, kept a straight face to not give her the satisfaction, despite the smile that was aching to form on his lips and he bit his lip. “Doll. Please. Let meh fookin' compliment yeh, alreyht?”

She was about to challenge him again, but settled for enjoying the way his eyes scanned her body, wandered up and down several times before settling on her face once more.

The way her neck and shoulders were bare and exposed to him was so inviting, as if she begged for his tight grip and the bite of his teeth, her eyes shiny and excited as she waited for him to speak. “Yeh look fookin' stunnin' tonight.”

She reveled in the way his eyes drank her in, how the words rolled off his tongue so seductively, she couldn't get enough. “Just tonight?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow up at him.

“Fookin'ell, pupa...” he drawled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Got teh talk back teh meh even when I'm complimentin' yeh.”

She hummed. “I don't know what you were expecting.”

He shrugged, chuckling. “Fook knows. Never know wha' teh expect wif yeh, do I?”

“Alexander” she smiled. “I'm not as complicated as you make me out to be.”

Entering Venere at Alex's side was like stepping into a daydream too wild even for her. It carried the charm and charisma that he himself radiated with his every move. The floors were marble, the tables black and rose gold, a sea of a million tiny lights on the high ceiling dipping the whole place into a space-like glow, a venus sculpture by the far end of the door that led to the kitchen, the view visible through the glass walls a breathtaking panorama of the Napule's skyline, the sun setting over the far horizon, glimpses of the ocean peaking through a spectacle in itself.

His shiny black shoes clicked on the floor next to hers, heads turning from staff and guests, one waiter stepping forward to accompany them to the table that Turner was already headed for, it was perfectly secluded, yet offered a view of the restaurant and the extravagance the city offered outside, Turner drawing the chair back for her while the waiter did his, Alex's eyes hanging on to her every move, how taken aback and fascinated she was.

Jade was bathing in the attention they received, unable to believe that she was on top of the world, yet aware that she deserved it, taking it all in until the deep drawl of his voice snapped her out of it. “I'm joost gunna lay down a rule.”

Her eyes widened, her head snapping to look at him. “Turner, for fu-...”

He shook his head, lifting his hand slightly. “Just one.”

She sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, the dress hanging so dangerously low that it threatened to expose her to him entirely as she waited impatiently for his rule, already excited to break it.

“Yeh're not gunna tempt meh, alreyht? Weh're gunna 'ave a pleasant dinner, and weh're not gunna talk about sex.”

Her eyes widened, her elbow coming down on the table and she rested her cheek against the palm of her hand. “We are not?”

He chuckled at her disbelief, the way she blinked. “No.”

She sighed dramatically, following the way his hand moved to snap for the waiter who instantly stepped up to their table.

“Good evenin'” Turner drawled absently. “Weh're gunna 'ave the Château Mouton. The one tha' came in from Bordeaux last night.”

The waiter nodded. “The Rothschild, Mr. Turner?”

He nodded, furrowing his brows for a moment, his face scrunched up with concentration, then he focused again. “And for appetizers I want the salt-roasted shrimp. Then the squid ravioli wif mussels cacio and white seabass fillet in fish soup.” He glanced over to Jade, unflinching when he continued speaking. “And sheh'll 'ave the grilled shrimp wif oregano and lemon for a start, then the swordfish piccata. Wif extra trouffle.”

Jade leaned back, raising her eyebrow questioningly. “Will I?”

There was that spark of distinctive mischief in his eyes and he winked. “Trust meh” he said, his attention on her swaying for a moment as he turned to the waiter again. “Oh, and bring us the fritto misto wif fennel and lemons too” he added, then with a wave sending the waiter off, eyes fixated on her again. “Yeh'll like it. It's like nofin' yeh've ever tasted.”

She licked her lips, leaning closer over the table. “Really?” She asked. “Because I've had it loads of times, my mum used to make something similar.”

His eyes widened, then he began shaking his head, sucking in a breath. “No” he said. “No, no, I 'ad our chef brought in from Roma. He's fookin' sensational, makes simple dishes fookin' phenomenal. Yeh're gunna beh transported .”

She bit her lip, found his excitement as endearing as it was unexpected, tilting her head to watch him closely. “Alright then” she smirked.

“And dun't worreh, weh're gunna 'ave sum good Camus Cuvée in between courses.”

She tensed, swallowing hard, yet tried her hardest to contain her excitement at the prospect of more luxurious spirits, nodding and trying to seem unimpressed, but she could tell he'd caught on to her own excitement now, her silent anticipation difficult to hide.

Alex chuckled, sensing his chance to inquire more about her. “Yehr mamma then” he said slowly. “D'yeh miss 'er?”

She shrugged. “Haven't seen her in a while” she said, instantly wishing the wine was already on the table to distract her, allow her something other to do than to stare at his eyes, because his gaze was too intense, she had his full attention and while it was exactly what she craved, it was unnerving at the same time as she realised what it meant, especially now.

“For 'ow long?” He asked, not ready for her to stop there.

She licked her lips. “Almost five years” she stated. She hadn't thought about her family much ever since she'd left home, had been determined to not look back once her decision had been set.

“Yehr famileh dun't live 'ere.”

Jade shook her head. “No, they still live on the outskirts of Palermu. I moved away when I was twenty and never looked back. I was always able to support myself from the moment I got here.”

“Tha' 'ow long yeh've been dancin' for?” He asked, his eyes widening, he was more interested than he'd first expected, every new detail she shared that he wasn't already aware of welcome, he wanted to have her all figured out desperately, hungry for more.

“Well, that and I was waiting tables for like a few months. But then someone offered me a job dancing. That's how I got into escorting, it was just part of the job description for girls who worked at the club for a certain amount of time. Then I stopped and worked at several other clubs just dancing.” She could slowly sense the shift on his face, it wasn't necessarily judgement, rather a sense of understanding, possible sympathy. “I love it though. I love dancing” she added. “And I loved … I mean, for the most part I liked escorting as well. It was good money, but it was fun as well.”

Turner nodded slowly, relief, and a hint of admiration now spreading across his face. He was eager to find out more, yet tried hard to place another question, although didn't want to seem too invasive, like he wanted to know too much, pursing his lips before posing his next question, determined to not drag her down in any way either, it would restrict him from more information. “Where d'yeh see yehrself in the next five years then?”

She huffed, a smile instantly apparent on her face, his question doing the trick. “Really?” She laughed.

“Wha'?” He chuckled, his heart leaping at the genuine expression of amusement on her face. “Ain't tha' wha' people ask on dates?”

She smirked. “Have you never been on one?” She teased, her triumphant smile heartbreaking.

“Well, not in a while...” he shrugged. “Not since-...”

She nodded. “Right. Well, hopefully still doing what I love.”

Alex nodded along, licking along his bottom lip.

“Do I get to ask you something too?” She wondered, raising her eyebrows.

He swallowed, knowing it was a dangerous game to allow it, but it was only fair, and productive if he didn't want her to close off. “Alreyht.”

“What's your weakness, Turner?”

The question came unexpected, made his poise falter and he cleared his throat, attempted to win some time to think of a response that appeared quick-witted, yet he had nothing to offer but the truth. “Fookin' … well, at the moment 's you, doll.”

She smiled, having expected the answer, just needed to hear it and there was a genuine smile of satisfaction that made him despise and adore her at the same time. “Are you going to tell me something I don't know yet, Turner?”

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, hardly glancing up at the waiter placing down two wine glasses in front of them, pouring the luxurious liquid, then stepping away to leave them in the intimacy of each other's company alone. “If yeh ask meh summat yeh dun't yet kno' the answer teh.”

“Right” she smiled. “Tell me what you like to do then” she said. “Outside of work, outside of everything, you're working for a reason, what's the thing that makes it worth it?” It was something she'd been wondering for a while, but only now felt safe enough to ask, like she had the chance of an actual genuine response.

“Well, tha knows I like teh joost sit and play sum cards, gamble, poker 'n tha'...” He realised now that he really didn't have that much to share, wondering if she'd get bored if she wasn't the picturebook version of himself she'd conjured up in her fantasies, but he didn't plan on lying to her straight out. “Like teh drive...”

Her eyes sparked with curiosity, she couldn't help herself interrupting him, his narrative offering something she hadn't even thought about with her question, but nevertheless a mystery she'd meant to solve. “What do you drive?” She asked, instantly knowing what he meant.

Alex chuckled, his excitement equal to hers. “Well, me favourite ride I've got's a Bugatteh Chiron.”

Her lips parted slightly, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from begging him to drive it, because he probably wouldn't let her, and she didn't want to show just how desperate she was, yet once again, her excitement was written plainly and obviously across her face, and he loved it. “The matte black one. 's me babeh.”

It did the trick, impressed her the way he seeked to, yet sparked a surge of jealousy inside her with the nickname, shaking her head at how ridiculous her thoughts ran, quickly changing the subject as she worried it was obvious to read on her face. “So, do you not like the Candy Kane then?” She asked, sipping on her drink.

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling, then mimicking her movement. “Wha' do yeh mean?” He asked. “I made it.”

“You what?” She laughed.

“Mixed it togefer wif wha' I kno' Mi likes. 'e named it though, so I could put it on the menus.” He sipped on his wine again. “Yeh dun't like it” he said, a statement rather than a question. “I can 'andle yehr criticism.”

She laughed. “It's just a bit … sweet.”

He clutched his hand over his heart dramatically for a moment, then moved to lean back in his chair lazily.

“Are you going to name one after me too then? With what you think I like?”

He shrugged. “I could” he said nonchalantly, yet in his mind he was already coming up with the basis for her signature drink, the excitement plastered on his face, contradicting his words and his tone, it was strange for her to see the emotions washing over his face, going quickly as they came, but it was fascinating all the same, and she ached for more. “I kno' wha' yeh like.”

The waiter returned with their appetizers, setting their plates down, then filling up their wine glasses before once again excusing himself. Turner's face lit up at the sight of the food, a glint of anticipation in his eyes and he wiggled his eyebrows at Jade when she looked back at him, her eyes equally as wide as the steam rose from her plate, the delightful smell suggesting an equally as delightful taste. He could tell she was already impressed, thriving off every facial expression her gorgeous features offered.

“It looks good, dunnit?” He pushed, smirking. “Admit it, doll.”

She licked her lips, took a sip of wine before picking up her fork. She had been sceptical about him ordering for her, didn't want him to patronize her that way but when she gathered up some of the food onto her fork and tasted it, it required her utmost self-control to not give in and allow her face to reflect just how much she enjoyed it, unfortunately, just how right he'd been.

But of course it didn't escape him, her facial expression offering even more joy and entertainment than the delicacy on his own plate in front of him, the satisfied smirk she'd feared playing around his lips, growing wider, smug, and cocky, and everything she hated. “And?”

She nodded slowly, took another fork full of food to keep herself from being able to speak, offering merely a hum of approval while she chewed slowly on the exquisite taste, it was like nothing she'd ever had.

Turner chuckled, swallowing. “I want teh 'ear yeh say it.”

Jade sighed, composed herself to not roll her eyes at him, couldn't stand his need for unshared dominance even now, yet couldn't help but feel drawn to him for that reason precisely. Given the circumstances, she decided to cave, as much as she hated to admit, he had chosen something she enjoyed immensely, had taken a gamble after all, and once again impressed her. “Okay, Turner” she admitted, although insisted on not bouncing back all the way, unable to resist the temptation and she pushed her bottom lip forward, her face forming the most sultry smile she could muster, her eyes staring right back into his and she lowered her voice. “You know exactly what I like.”

He exhaled shakily, giving a slight shake of his head, but forcing himself not to correct her, she hadn't talked about sex after all, had not broken his rule, and he knew that if he acknowledged it, he would've given her exactly what she wanted by admitting the effect she had on him. He cleared his throat. “What else do yeh like, doll?”

She smiled, swallowing another bite and licking her lips. She'd already shared quite a few things with him that she never thought she'd share with anybody, let alone Alexander Turner, and she wondered how much of it he'd already found out when he'd first had her background checked, and how much he actually wanted to know. “Shoes?”

Turner raised an eyebrow at her, having hoped for something more profound, but he noticed her leaning back, suddenly closing up again. “Shoes?” He asked, his tone teasing, yet free of any mockery or condescension. “Is tha' why yeh're 'ere then? Gettin' tha' dress from meh were reyht up yehr street then” he joked.

“You know I have my own money, right?” She asked.

Her tone was cold, he kept his eyes down to drown out the panic in them, not liking the tension that had become so unfamiliar between them by now, but he wasn't going to be the one that broke it, looking right back at her, his gaze harder, jaw tense. “Of course I kno' tha'. I kno' wha' I pay me dancers. And escorts.”

She nodded slowly, washing the last bite of her appetizer down with the rich red wine in her glass. She could sense that her shift had bothered him. “I just like nice things” she said. “Always have.”

His mood perked up, his eyes widening as she offered more of an insight again, a rush of relief running through his veins, his fingers resting on the table top relaxing visibly as he nodded in agreeement. “And did yeh alwehs 'ave nice fings growin' up?”

“No” she said, shrugging. “Well … not as nice and as many as I would have liked. I'm an only child, but I still wanted more. I thought I'd have to become famous to be able to afford it all. But it turned out, you can combine business with pleasure perfectly and stay true to yourself at the same time, while making a lot of money.”

He watched her closely, hung on to her every word. “Yeh've mastered tha', have yeh?” He asked, his voice sounding more awestruck than he would have liked, but he wasn't able to help himself. She'd cast a spell on him that he couldn't break, and he wasn't certain he even wanted to.

She smiled complacently, shaking her head to move her hair back, once again drawing attention to her bare neck and shoulders, tempting him to no avail. “I like to think so” she stated, taking another sip of wine. “I used to want to be an actress though. Would dress up in my mother's expensive clothes and recite Cinema Paradiso lines.” She didn't know what had suddenly prompted her to share so much, she wanted to blame the wine, but it was more likely that it was the way he was looking at her, like he really was listening, wanted to know everything she was willing to share.

“Tha' were Serena's favourite moveh growin' up as well” he said, nodding.

“Are you going to tell me something about that?” She asked hopefully, although now cautious to not overstep a boundary of her own.

“About wha'?” Turner questioned, taking another sip of his wine, licking it from his lips.

“Growing up. I bet you had all the nice things.”

He chuckled, could sense the twinge of jealousy that sparked her tone. “Pretteh mooch. We was ungrateful at times, tried teh run off one time even.” He smiled to himself at the memory, before he knew better than to remind himself of a reason why him and his family were the only one that knew about it, he found himself continuing. “Weh thought weh could joost run and take off. I fought I were in luv wif 'er and could take 'er aweh teh sum fanceh destination sheh 'adn't been. Tried teh kiss 'er even. Were so crushed tha' I ran off and were back 'ome two hours later because I were cold and 'ad eaten all me food.” He swallowed. “Sheh weren't far behind.”

She sat frozen, watched him, had never heard him talk that much all in one go and before she could make a comment, remark on how freely he was now speaking to her, maybe even tease him, the waiter brought their main courses, placing the additional dish in the middle.

Alexander wasted no time picking up his fork this time. “Buon appetito” he drawled, an effortless smile back on his face as he discarded his story.

“Buon appetito” she mumbled, the dish in front of her already exceeding her expectations by far before she'd even tasted it and when she did, it was like an explosion of different tastes on her tongue, she couldn't put her finger on it, there was no hiding her excitement this time.

“It's fookin' exquisite, innit?” He drawled, wiggling his eyebrows. “Dun't deny it, principessa, it's joost as prideful teh admit I kno' yeh.”

She smiled, unable to resist him, his excitement contagious. “I know” she nodded. “This is … it's so classic but … there's something … I...”

“Simpliciteh is key” he declared. “Me chef makes the most simple and classic dishes inteh summat spectacular.”

“He sure does” she said as she continued to eat. “What's this then?” She gestured to the food between them.

“Oh” Turner chuckled, shrugging. “I couldn't make up me mind. And I dun't 'ave teh. Weh can share it, it's fookin' incredible.”

The third dish looked irresistible and she followed the invitation, trying some as well, humming. “This is amazing” she agreed, letting her eyes wander around the restaurant as she chewed another bite. “What possessed you to create … all this? I mean, you did, right? You didn't just buy it?” She was reciting rumours now, hoping he would bring clarity, he seemed passionate, and so far, Turner being passionate was in her eyes the hottest thing he had to offer.

His eyes lit up. “Preciseleh” he confirmed. “I got the chef, them ofer cooks, they're all fookin' brilliant. Bought this location and 'ad it all redone, wanted a bit of a night sky flair, tha knows? It kicked off … I didn't kno' it would become sooch a big fing but fookin' well-deserved, innit?”

She listened intently, nodding along. “Well-deserved indeed” she mumbled, indulging in the way he spoke, the way his lip stretched, his facial expression changed by the second, his eyes glowing the way they did when he had her begging for something, his hands as expressive as his mouth as he gestured and waved them around, pointing, demonstrating, and she couldn't help but wish that she was closer to him, wish that he'd touch her.

“I picked tha' too” he said, nodding to the grand piano at the other end of the room, snapping her out of her wet daydreams. “Gorgeous, innit?”

“Do you play?” She asked as she looked at the elegant man sat behind the keys, the melody floating from the beautiful instrument surrounding them, carrying and conducting the small number of people that was ever-growing throughout the evening dancing, slow, immersed completely in the music.

“I do actualleh” he said, a smile playing around his lips, snapping for the waiter when he passed them, signaling to bring their cognac.

She couldn't help but smile back at the simple statement, it was unexpected, yet endearing. “And do you enjoy it or were you forced as a child?”

Turner chuckled. “Bof, if I'm honest.”

It was merely a second of her soft laughter that followed, low and sweet, and he once again felt his heart breaking.

“I 'ad this beautiful teacher from Athens, 'ad a fookin' deep crush on 'er.”

Another laugh, it was worth just continuing he realised, anything that came to mind, anything that would evoke the same kind of reaction that had his knees weaker than ever. “I've always wanted to go to Athens” she said absently, still focused on the way his face moved, his brows furrowed in concentration, eyes fluttering shut slightly every time he put more food into his mouth.

“I'll take yeh” he shrugged absently, still too focused on her laugh to be held responsible for the promises that flew nonchalantly off his lips. Anything to make her happy, but when that realisation dawned on him, he turned around, begging silently that the waiter would distract her with the choice of cognac, breathing out with relief as he was right on queue.

Although his quiet promise didn't escape her, she once again knew better than to explore it, she was content with just knowing, remembering, certain she would never forget, but his distraction worked well nonetheless, the bottle the waiter placed on the table and poured from into small cognac glasses had her speechless. She'd thought she'd misheard him, had surely just blurred her wishful thinking into his words but there it stood, one of the most desired bottles her father had told her about.

“N-No...” she stammered, biting her lip with how helpless she sounded, like a child allowed a colourful helium balloon for the first time.

“No?” Turner asked, his eyebrow ascending in disbelief, worried as well as confused. “Wha'?”

“No, I mean-...” She took a breath. “Fucking hell, Turner. You've already got me into bed.”

It was his turn to laugh, the sound a quiet cackle more than anything else, but it filled her heart with a warmth she'd seldom allowed. “It's yehr birfdeh, doll” he shrugged. “I dunno anehbodeh tha' 'as appreciated sum proper spirits quite like yeh, so … I wanted teh 'ave this wif yeh.”

She was now sure he was just coaxing her, wanted something, just wanted to flatter her because there was no way he meant those words, no matter how genuine and innocent his big brown eyes looked for once. “R-Right...” she said. “Right, I … that's...” She had no indifference to cover her excitement with, and he didn't deserve anything but her genuine anticipation anyway. “Thank you” she said, a sincere smile playing around her lips as she picked up the glass, watched him do the same with a nod of acceptance, then he moved it forward to ring with hers.

“To you, pupa.”

She breathed out shakily, took a tiny sip and let the gorgeous, rich taste dew her tongue, closing her eyes. She was now truly overwhelmed, and she didn't care if he knew.

“Fook...” he muttered, capturing her attention again instantly and she opened her eyes, the look in his irresistible, their silent understanding she craved thriving. “Bloodeh gorgeous, innit?”

Jade nodded, speechless, allowing herself another taste, glad she'd already finished eating to savour it properly. “I think I've actually been transported.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, furious with himself for how much he adored her, and he tried to distract himself, looked around, then back at her with a glimmer of newfound excitement. “Are yeh readeh for dessert then?”

“Oh, Turner, don't tell me you've got a sweet tooth” she laughed, her eyebrow raised expectantly at him.

“Possibleh guilteh...” he smirked, for the first time picking up the menu at the side of the table. “I can joost never decide. There's so mooch yeh need teh try.” There was no holding him back, no trace of his mark, he'd hopelessly let his guard down, and for the moment, he did not mind, the childlike smile on his face meant entirely for her, for the excitement of what was to come, what already was behind them and most of all, her invaluable company. “I mean, there's alwehs next time but … for now weh're gunna...” His eyes wandered over the gold letters on pastel pink paper. “Well, the tiramisu is a must. Sum panettone. Oh, the fookin' panna cotta 'e makes is glorious. And the truffle chocolates. Reyht, reyht.” He looked up. “Yeh trust meh?”

She was once again overwhelmed by his excitement, the words rushing out of his mouth with no regard for their consequences or her reaction and she could simply nod, bewitched by the taste of the cognac in her glass and the way he smiled at her. “Yeah” she whispered, clearing her throat. “I trust you.”

She stayed leaned back in her seat, once again allowing her to at least process a hint of the situation she found herself in. It was surreal, and at the same time it's what she'd always wanted, chased after, it was even better than she could have imagined and yet, she craved more as she watched Turner, listened to him order their desserts, the sparkle in his eyes testament to how much he'd changed his behaviour around her, how much progress she was making and she refused to be foolish from now on, to do anything that could possibly hinder this development of trust inside him as he opened up to her, it was not worth a challenge, because she craved to build the power she'd acquired, insisted and would do anything to keep it.

Without hesitation, Alex turned back to look at her and took the bottle of cognac, filling up both their glasses and pushing hers closer towards her. He could tell that for now he'd lost her attention, desperate to get it back, he wasn't ready to give up the sheer excitement that them being together in that moment had evoked inside him, desperate to make it stay, grasp the moment before it was gone because he wouldn't know how to get it back then, how to do anything different than what he'd been doing. And she shouldn't have the power to give him this sort of revelation, but somehow, she did, and with a simple smile, she snapped him right back out of it, and got more than she'd bargained for.

“Reyht” he drawled, clapping his hands, lifting his eyebrows at her. “After dessert, 'ow about sum dancin'?”

Her eyes widened, her smile freezing instantly on her face. “Have I-...” She took a breath to calm herself. “Have I not danced for you enough, Turner?” She spat.

He gasped, his eyes growing with realisation. “No, no, no...” he said, quickly shaking his head. “No, doll. Not for meh, no.” He offered a smile of his own, hesitant, yet confident that she could not possibly refuse. “Wif meh.”

Her breath shaking, she swallowed hard, needing to compose herself much more than she'd first thought, his words unexpected, and it took everything for her to remain cool, give an answer that didn't betray just how badly she wanted to say yes, just to feel him close, to get another chance to make him weak, by his own rules. “Yeah” she said, licking her lips. “Okay.”

His smug smirk was back instantly, widened into a smile when the waiter brought them three large plates of dessert. “Thaaa's wha' I'm talkin' about...” he mumbled, his spoon instantly in hand and he looked up at Jade expectantly. “Reyht, let me joost tell yeh tha' this is a recipe me famileh 'as 'ad for a vereh long time” he explained as he pointed to the panna cotta. “Yeh can try them all and then 'ave wha'ever yeh like.”

“Oh, you're passing on dessert?” She asked. While she would have found it a perfectly plausible occurrence, she now had trouble believing it.

“Well...” he cleared his throat, slowly realising how much he was letting himself go, but it was hard to keep his guard up when she looked at him with that bright intensity of green, like she burned right through the mask he'd so carefully put up. “I wanted you teh try them. I can 'ave them alwehs. 'ave them brought to me place loads.”

She raised an eyebrow as she picked up her spoon as well and popped a bit of the panna cotta in her mouth, the deep sigh of content all he needed. “What?” She asked, licking her lips appreciatively. “This place does takeout?”

Turner chuckled. “Joost for meh” he smirked. “Well, and for yeh. If yeh ever crave anehfin', tha knows? I can deny yeh maneh fings but this...” He sighed dramatically. “I'm not tha' cruel...” he winked, starting to immerse himself in the fluffy cream of the tiramisu.

Bastard.

“Turner...” she warned.

“Si?”

“You said we won't talk about that.”

A glint of mischief in his eyes, another lick of his lips to gather the chocolate. “I'm not.”

Much like her, she knew he was very much aware of what he was doing, how he reminded her of the way he could make her beg for him, cry out his name to simply allow her the pleasure he'd wanted to inflict inside her all along, how he fired images at her of his palms colliding with her red skin and she tried to distract herself with the soft sweetness of the desserts, the bliss of the memories, his extraordinary company, the exquisite food, it was perfection.

And then, he stood up and held out his hand, the glasses empty, the plates shiny, yet no match for the way Turner's eyes shone bright under the tiny lights scattered across the ceiling.

Jade's hand trembled as she took his hand, her knees weak, it required more effort to battle that feeling of weakness he'd caused than the slight buzz from the liquor as he led the way towards the grand piano, the couples dancing already moving to the side in their steps, making room for them. Jade was reveling instantly in the attention, soaked it all up to remember later, the way people were looking at her, following her around with their eyes was nothing new, but the reason excited her to no avail.

There were so many people around them, yet he only had eyes for her, his intense gaze fixed on solely her face. “What's yehr favourite song teh dance teh, pupa?”

“Morricone's Love Theme for-”

“Play Love Theme from Cinema Paradiso” he called to the pianist without taking his eyes off her, turning her around slowly, his hand coming down on her waist, then instantly wandering to her lower back the way it had when he'd caught her off guard and kissed her, pressing her body tightly against his the exact same way, her breath hitching in her throat as she realised how close he was, her hand coming down automatically on his shoulder, squeezing it as she felt him squeeze her hand.

The first few notes of the familiar song filled her ears and she moved instinctively, almost quick enough to lead, but he beat her to it, would never ever allow her leading, especially not when he'd thought about this and ached to remain complete control at least now, although the way her hips swayed, pressed to his and taking them with her, it was quite clear that control was something impossible to uphold if she continued.

His hand wandered lower, shamelessly cupped her arse, enjoying her lack of reaction immensely because he couldn't tell she wasn't surprised, welcomed it even, but she was quick to remark on it, would not allow him to get away with breaking his own rules.

“Mmmm, I thought you asked me to dance because you wanted to dance” she hummed, her lips dangerously close to his ear and it took all her strength once again to not be responsible for her own disappointment, knew that despite it all, attempting to mark him now would be her downfall, yet the way her breath tickled his skin had him almost as weak. “But you just wanted to touch me.”

He hummed, she felt the vibration in his chest, sucked in a breath, tense as she pressed herself closer to his body out of instinct, the warmth of his chest too much and she closed her eyes, relied on merely smell and touch to take her breath away.

“Well” he drawled, bringing hearing into the equation, his voice so deep, quiet, his words meant solely for her, it had her heart racing, careless that he'd feel. “It does come wif the perk of bein' realleh close.” She couldn't see him swallow but she heard, felt his skin strain, his arms flexing as he moved them. “Plus...” he licked his lips. “Can't realleh 'elp meself wif 'ow yeh look in tha' dress.”

Before she knew, his hand ran up her back slowly, loosely cupping the back of her neck to guide her head down on his shoulder, her breath shaking, her body tense. “You asked me to behave...”

Turner chuckled, the feeling vibrating against her own body and she leaned closer to him. “Well, am I tha' 'ard teh resist?” He asked, the question rolling of his tongue effortlessly, he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it, needed to hear her voice wrapped around the words.

“You have no idea...” she moaned quietly, his voice, his hands, he was doing things to her that defied his own rules and she trembled as she felt his hand at the side of her face, his knuckles grazing her cheekbone, stroking her hair behind her ear to expose her shoulder, his lips ghosting across her smooth skin, his hot breath making her shiver before his soft lips pressed against her shoulder.

The whole room had faded out of focus, it was just her, the glow of her skin, the tight dress hugging her curves, the scent of rose and just the uniqueness of her, it had him in shambles and while he felt like it was just them, pressed together, he knew that other people were staring, rightfully so, she was a dream, and he wanted everyone to see who had her.

As strange as it was dancing like this, her being so familiar with dancing, yet not like this, it felt like it was all falling into place, like their bodies once again fit together just perfectly, his lips on her skin had her almost falling against him, the way his hand moved back to her waist and gave it a squeeze that reminded her too much of the way he held her body in his hands when he was driving himself inside her, moaning, drawing obscene moans from her and evoked the kind of pleasure only he was capable of stirring within her.

She was dangerously close to breaking her own rule.

“Jade...” he rasped, mumbling against her skin.

“Y-Yes?” She asked, quietly clearing her throat, desperate for anything he was willing to give her now, she was so on edge, helpless from just a few simple touches, slowdancing with him, having him hold her body so close, so intimately, yet with such innocence.

“D'yeh want meh?”

She breathed shakily, swallowing hard. She didn't have it in her to tease him, to lie now. “I-I do. I … I've played nice all evening, Turner, will you please-...”

“Mmmm, Jade...” he drawled, cutting her off, his hand sprawled out flat against her ass now, his fingers laced in her hair to draw her head back and look at her. “Fook...” His eyes threatened to close for a moment, but there was no way he was missing the way she looked back at him, through half-lidded eyes, full of need and desire, and there was no way he could ever deny her. She was so beautiful it hurt.

“Take me home, Alexander” she pleaded. Her desire was threatening to spill over, and she poured it all into her efforts of coaxing him.

He licked his lips, his whole body curving against hers as he tried desperately to keep his control that had slipped the second she'd pressed herself close to him. “Jade...”

“Please” she whispered, closing the space between their faces without a second thought, pressed her lips to his slowly, softly, for not more than a few seconds, her teeth sinking slightly into his lower lip, biting just teasingly before she drew back, looking back at him with wide eyes, taking his breath away once his eyes had finally opened again, the tingly feeling of her still on his lips.

He swallowed hard. “Reyht” he mumbled, clearing his throat, hands tight on her body, his jaw tense at frustration over his own weakness. “I'm gunna take yeh 'ome.”

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