#PLEASE WHY DO I FO THIS TO MYSELF SEND HELP

[akaneenaka33]

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What if- what if Zeno and Kaya met during the HHB travels.

What if Kaya became a friend (like how Lili met Yona and is now friends with the HHB) and we got to see her and Zeno fall in love.

What if we got flustered Zeno being teased by his dragon brothers and flustered Kaya consulting Yona and Lili and Tao.

What if at the end of the series. Zeno set off to start a life with her.

[holdinbacksecrets]

svt finds out you were married before you met them

anon… this request is golden. thank you so much for sending it! i had the best time writing these 🤍

seventeen find out you were married before being with them

seungcheol: he’s at the bodega around the corner because you’re out of… he forgot the excuse. luckily, it was mumbled and difficult to make out, so he’ll bring back coffee. his palms are sweating and he looks up at the ceiling as if the answer’s in between the popcorn. now, you’re his. he’s yours. you’re one. but you were someone else’s, and that idea isn’t new to him, but knowing that someone was your husband makes it feel different. he looks up again. “please give me something here.” a light flickers. he leaves without the coffee

jeonghan: he stops to watch you spoon strawberry jam onto slices of toast. they’re golden brown triangles beside scrambled eggs, and you’re making sure the bright red covers the golden brown surface perfectly, just like you always do. the only red he can think about is the blood his heart is pumping, and the fact that his heart stopped pumping for a moment or two

joshua: “now everything makes sense.” “what do you mean?” “sometimes you’re just too good at being my partner.” “that has nothing to do with being married before. i’m literally just in love and obsessed with you. actually, being married did make me strict about the dishes. i’ll never go to bed with a pile in the sink.” “baby, you won’t go to bed if there’s a spoon in the sink or a crumb on the countertop.” “and how good does it feel to wake up and see a clean kitchen, hmm?”

jun: he’s confused. he’s wearing it, swallowing it, holding it in his gaze, and suddenly wondering how well he knows you— why it took you so long to tell him

soonyoung: “i knew it was a mistake by the next morning. i woke up craving my mom’s pancakes.” “have her send us the recipe.” you squeeze his hand and bow your head so your lips can brush its palm. “don’t worry, history won’t repeat itself.”

wonwoo: the photo album’s on his lap. it feels like a fever dream to look at you. you watch the sky through the window, craving color after too much black and white. “i’m mad at myself.” “why?” “i should’ve waited for you.”

jihoon: the ring came rolling out of its hiding spot and stopped in the middle of your bedroom floor. the sunlight caught it. he blinked a million times, felt his lips part too. you let it be. you exhaled, feeling relieved to part with the secret. finally

seokmin: “look at me. do i look upset?” “no… you eyes are all shiny” like he might cry. “it means a lot that you told me.” “i shouldn’t have waited so long.” “you really didn’t wait that long.” “are you sure you’re ok? do you… am i…” “yes.”

mingyu: the words come out on a sunday morning in the park near your place. your head’s on his shoulder. his hand’s on your thigh; it’s warm and the slightest bit rough—different from the cool, soft breeze on your cheek, on the back of your neck. he asks about your happiness and when it left the space you created with your ex. he wants to know what he can do to make sure that never happens again. he wants to make sure he’s not missing anything

minghao: he’s watching you. there’s gentle love in his eyes. he’s hoping you’ll look up and away from the sudsy dishes for just a moment long enough to realize he’s not mad. to realize it doesn’t change anything

seungkwan: he wonders about your wedding dress and if you still have it. he wonders about pictures and videos and the expression on your face at the altar. moments he’s dreamed about are already existing in memories, have already been seen by your loved ones, might be sour in your head. would you do it all again? do you even want to?

vernon: “i can’t help but wonder how many people make the same mistake as me… think something’s love when it’s not.” “do you really think of it as a mistake?” “pretty sure that’s just a fact.” “i’m not so sure… aren’t you the same person who’s told me for years that everything happens for a reason?” “maybe i just tell myself that to lessen the blow.” “possibly, but maybe it’s true. maybe that step that you think was in the wrong direction was crucial. i wouldn’t have found you any other way.”

chan: “i feel like i shouldn’t be looking at this… it’s like i’m seeing your dress before i’m supposed to. i shouldn’t know what you’ll look like walking down the aisle.” “this isn’t who i am anymore. think of how much time has passed. i have brand new skin now.” “…i thought you were going to say something romantic.”

[byullielle]

My Darling // Sick!Changbin x Reader

Because of the announcement we have received regarding Bin's physical state i have taken it upon myself to send love this way because i am devastated for him (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) get well soon bin-ah

Tags: Fluff, Caretaking, Sickness (a cold), Est. Relationship, Masked Kisses, Gratuitous use of 'Baby'

Disclaimer: mention of sweat and phlegm, mentions of food and cooking, implied that reader is a professional chef, intercourse implication, word 'sex' is used, divider used is by: @emptypetal

Chan opens the door for you upon your insistent knocking like your boyfriend is about to die. "Oh god, I thought you were about to break the door down," he sighs out of relief and exhaustion.

"Where is he, is he okay?"

"I think he caught it from the gym," he informs while observing the large plastic bag in your arms. It was filled to the brim with fresh and raw ingredients for chicken noodle soup and dakjuk, one of his comfort foods. "Is that so?" you sigh with a disheartened tone, you knew it couldn't be helped. He loved going to the gym and it made him feel good so you weren't one to stop him. And now not only was he missing out on seeing STAYs and doing the job he loves, he probably won't be able to go for several weeks.

Chan hands you a mask as you unpack the food you bought, knowing that there is nothing in the fridge aside from Jisung's cheesecake and Hyunjin's frozen fish cakes and tteokbokki mix.

"Listen, we really hate to leave him here but our flight to China is tomorrow," Chan explains while you wash the chicken and find a container you could place it in, "And we wouldn't wanna over impose on your presence but...would you mind nursing Bin?"

"Why wouldn't I mind?" you look up at him with an inquiring look, his 'leader concerned brows' finally settling down. "It's not that I don't have trust in the company to take care of him, but I think you do it best,"

You nod, "Don't worry about it Chan, I got it covered,"

You knock on Changbin's door, a weak grunt audible before you push your mask up properly and smile at the figure cuddled up in bed. The room is slightly dark, only illuminated by a lamp on his working desk. He's laid out straight, probably not able to move a lot as you carry in the tray of dakjuk, the aroma smelling great but you know Changbin couldn't smell a lot right now—its a bit disheartening because you know Bin loves the scent of food. "Hello baby," you softly smile at him as he smiles despite his reddening face and the cooling patch on his forehead. "Hey," he coarsely greets.

You set the tray on his nightstand before assisting him to sit up against the bed frame, adding a pillow on his back for support before he sniffles. "My baby got sick," your brows knit together in concern while brushing his curls away from his eyes as he closes them. "I know," he whines before you take the thermometer from his nightstand drawer.

"Let's take your temperature," you inform before pressing the button to turn it on, pressing the temperature gun near his temple before it flashes a digital 38.8°C. "What was your temperature a while ago?" you ask him before he turns to you, "39 degrees, what's it now?"

You sigh out in relief.

"Good, it got lower. It's 38.8 now,"

He hums in response before you keep the thermometer, taking the tray and placing it across your thighs before you hand him a glass of cold water. "You want me to feed you?"

"Please," he groans and cracks his eyes open, frowning further upon seeing your mask, as if remembering that he can get you sick and you still decided to stay for him anyway. "Thank you, babe. For cooking," he rasps out while clearing his throat. The phlegm was slightly audible but that didn't deter you.

"Anything for you," you kindly smile before taking a spoonful of porridge and gently inching it near Changbin's lips, "Blow on it first baby, it's kinda hot,"

"Like you?" he manages to insert, making you roll your eyes and shake your head with an endeared smile. He puffs on his food a bit before deeming it enough to slurp on. He munches on it slightly, assuming you got chicken caught up in the spoonful, and while you observe him he frowns. "I can't taste it properly baby, I think my tongue is broken," he sighs in disappointment.

You chuckle at him, placing the spoon back into the bowl for a second serving. "Don't worry, when you get well I'll cook something fancier for you," you assure him with a hand to his knee. He nods at the compromise before opening his mouth once more, quietly asking for another spoonful as you gladly feed him until the bowl is empty.

You look up at the clock hung up in the 3RETCHA living room, flashing '10:30' in red LED before you get up and pause the show you're watching. Deciding that it was time Bin changed his clothes, you grab a basin full of water and one of the clean hand towels Chan left you. You quietly pad through the threshold of the apartment, now quiet without the other three residents. You knock on Bin's door quietly before peering your head inside. He's now laid down sideways, seemingly well enough to scroll through his phone. "Hey baby," you make yourself known as he lifts his head up a bit before you make your way in, putting on your mask as you do so. "Whatcha doing over there?" you ask before setting the basin down on his nightstand. "I miss the STAYs, I can see their get well wishes to me," he explains before getting up slowly. "Your body ache any better now?"

"I can kinda move now my arms are on fire," he grunts before looking up at you, "Baby, hug me?"

"After we wipe you down," you beckon to the basin, a scowl meeting you. "Baby, you don't have to. I can do it myself,"

"Nope. Besides what are you shy about now," you chuckle before pulling your sleeves up, grabbing the towel, and wringing it free of water. "Let me,"

"You're an angel, you know that?" he comments, and you're not sure if it's the fever or embarrassment making his ears and neck pink. You smile and help him off his shirt, "Oh come on, you also do this for me," you reply while gently wiping the sweat off his broad and muscular back, soft to the touch.

"This and that are different tho," you can hear his cute frown in his tone, "That's sex, this is sickness. It's grosser,"

You laugh while wiping his arms gently, making sure the pressure you apply doesn't make his body pain worse, "Well, I don't care and don't mind. My Binnie is my Binnie regardless,"

An embarrassed noise escapes his mouth, unable to bury his face in his hands. Both of you relish in the silence after, the cool water bringing comfort to his hot and sticky skin. After wiping him dry you help him into a new shirt, and you gently peel off the cooling patch off his forehead. "Where do you keep your facial wipes?" you ask.

"The vanity drawer, right side,"

Nodding you head to his vanity area which is simply a smaller desk and a mirror aligned with the stool tucked under. You obtain the wipes and get back to him, wiping his sweat off his face, observing his features carefully as you go.

"Don't look at me like that baby, I'm trying really hard not to kiss you," he whines while placing his arm atop your thigh. You raise your brow in inquiry, "What do you mean?"

"Like you love me so much. Keep on doing that I might get the wrong idea," he half-jokes, making you smile fully in slight bashfulness. "I do love you too much," you dispose of the facial wipe before peeling a new cooling patch for him. You put on the patch, his body relaxing with the coolness before you lean down and press your masked lips against his exposed ones.

You pull away quick enough and you see his shocked face, making you giggle. "Baby!" he scolds, "You could get sick! Change it now,"

"I will baby, don't worry," you chuckle before pressing one more kiss on his lips, then on his patched-up forehead. "You owe me kisses when you get better,"

"Yeah you can count on it," he squeezes your hand gently as if holding himself back from requesting that you kiss him out of the mask. "Now go change your mask before I lose my damn mind Y/N L/N,"

A laugh escapes you. "Alright, just text me if you need anything okay? I'll be right out,"

He nods before you take the basin and trash bin out, disposing of the paraphernalia along with chucking your mask in the trash.

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[angelgoddard]

i would like some of your views for my situation right now. i found out about loa and stuff 2 years ago. i’ve always wanted to manifest an entire differe life, everything different. i did affirming, visualization, void, sats, and many more but nothing worked. i came up with my own rules then, just deciding and affirming once then the desires will materialize into 3D, that didn’t work either. i don’t know what to do. everything is suffocating me, i literally cried for like an hour before i decided to ask you. everything is getting hopeless. i don’t know what i’m doing wrong. i keep repeating to myself, i have it i have it, done it for like 2 years. nothing worked till now. i kept questioning me if all these success stories could, why can’t i? i’m literally so discouraged and exhausted i just cry so often these days. please help. sos

hi baby :( i'm really sorry to hear about your struggles with the law! i was actually like this myself for a while too, i understood the law but i couldn't make any meaningful change in my life.

the way i got it together was by going back to the source. the book that helped me realize everything was "how to manifest your desires" by neville goddard. it was a long book, so i took my time going through it and read it whenever i was free to do so. the most important things to know are:

1. conciousness is the only reality.

2. persistence is key.

3. thoughts/emotions do not manifest.

4. you are not doing methods to "get", you are doing methods to stop hunger.

5. the sabbath state should be the goal, not getting desires in the 3d.

the manifestation process is very simple. one, decide what you want. two, persist in the assumption that you have what you want. three, fulfill yourself and the law will do its job. stop placing value on the 3d, and dwell in imagination. the reason you've been unable to make progress is because you're placing value on the 3d and not focusing on ending the inner man's hunger. you know these essentials, and all you have to do is apply.

settle down with one method. for you, i'd recommend staying away from the void and doing sats. (if you need a different method, feel free to send another ask and i can suggest smth else!) pick a single scenario that lasts no longer than a few seconds and loop it as you fall asleep. don't worry about feeling emotions or anything, just loop it. throughout the day, close your eyes and think fo your desires from the perspective of having them. do not attempt to police your thoughts or force them to be what you want them to be. let them pass by your mind with no acknowledgement unless they reflect the state in which you wish to be. do whatever you need to do in the 3d, but don't identify with any of it if it doesn't reflect your desires.

eventually you will get to the point in your journey where your thoughts will begin to naturally flow from the wish fulfilled state. you will begin to not feel the need to participate in any methods or affirmations. your desire will no longer be a desire, and rather something you have. your desire may be on your mind so much that it "haunts" you in a way that's familiar and not in a lacking one. this is called the sabbath state, which should be the true goal. the sabbath is the gestational period where movement occurs to grant you your desire in the 3d. (during the sabbath, you can still engage in methods if you wish.) when it does come, it shouldn't feel like something you've been desperately waiting for, but more like a pleasant event.

tldr;

1. focus on imagination only.

2. fulfill the inner man until you stop desiring.

3. place no value on the 3d.

4. stop forcing yourself to do something to "get". there is no getting because creation is finished.

you can do this! there is no failure in the law <3 i believe in you with my whole heart!

[gobbluthbutagirl]

can i just say i was still awake at 4am last night thinking about the managers & customers post and i was like You are not going to make ANOTHER post complaining about target management at 4am You are NOT going to make another post complaining about target management at 4am. but it’s 12pm now so it’s fine for me to do such a thing. anyway my favorite lead who left was the BEST one to call for backup because he would always tell the guest the exact same thing i said and if they weren’t an extreme assclown they would often calm down when they realized i wasn’t giving them a hard time for no reason. and if they WERE an extreme assclown he would just stand there patiently listening to them scream at him and not offer them anything special until either they calmed down and left or AP got involved. and in contrast on my second-to-last day i got stuck alone at top floor FOS(the busier floor) for FOUR hours and the self checkouts were having more problems than you would even think was possible and of course a huge line would form every time i stepped away to help. and i kept calling on the walkie, “can i PLEASE get support at top floor FOS?” and no one fucking came up. and then finally a so-called “lead” came on the walkie like, “who’s at top floor FOS right now?” and i was like, “it’s JUST me!” and he was like, “who is ‘me’?” and i was like, “it is HOLLY and i am up here by myself!” and i thought he was asking because there were too many people downstairs and he wanted to send someone up to help me but noooo. apparently some guy came down there and complained that he “waited ten minutes upstairs at self checkout and never got help” and there was “nobody at the guest services counter” and this so-called “lead” came up there to ask me why i didn’t help the guy. Like how about you fucking figure out why there are five people working FOS right now and 4 of them are downstairs and won’t come up. How about you fucking figure out why you’ve been here two hours already and haven’t come to check on me and see if i could use support up here even once. How about you fucking figure out why you haven’t even NOTICED all the FOS people are downstairs right now except ME. real “i hope we both die” moment. and that’s without even getting into the time this dumb bitch(sorry women) came in and screamed at not only me but also MULTIPLE leads for her own goddamn mistake and the store director gave her a discount “for her inconvenience”…

[gayspock]

ok ep 2. i looked into it more and im confused cuz again like... i swear ive seen no advertising for any of this? it looks like it dropped in aus in NOVEMBER. now its dropped in the uk all in one go.... this past week?? and it apparently drops in the us all in one next month. so im like confused as fuck as to why they would release something like that

one thing i will say is theyre insanely good with the casting still arent they

another thing what was i to say

oh im sorry im watching this and every time i think to myself hmmm i wonder where cosima or sarah or hel- i cut myself off and i think about tatiana maslany in godawful cgi

this kid (jules as the episode title would lead me to believe) is soooo fun i love the hair

WHY THE FUCK IS FELIX HERE

FELIX ARENT YOU MEANT TO BE DEADBY NOW

HOW OLD ARE YOU SIR

HOW OLD IS KIRA

GOOGLE SAYS SHES 47 NOW AND SO FELIX IS LIKE WHAT. GRANDPAAAA GO TO BEDDDDDD

HELP

HWELP

CRAIG CAN YOU JUST BE CHILL FOR FUCKING ONCE AND HELP US TORTURE THIS 16 YEAR OLD

FELIX WHAT IS THIS FUCKING VIBE YOU'RE PUTTING DOWN RIGHT NOW WHATS HAPPENED WHERES YOU GRITTINESS HELP I FEEL LIKE IM GOING INSANE

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHES WORKING AT A SHELTER

I SORT OF DONT AGREE WITH THAT OUTCOME FOR SARAH NOT TO BE A DICKHEAD I feel like its like.... squints.how do i fucking describe this. it does not feel like her to me and it feels likeughghh the word escapes me you know what i mean

can this dialogue be any

felix drag her

YOU TOOK HER TO HOME DEPOT. CLASSIC.

i love how lucy is a cunt. i do like that about her i will admit.

We were made in a printer.

NOW who the fuck is He.

sorry also to backtrack a bit im bewilderedand unsure how i feel about them bringing in the old guard at all because hello like look i said what i said i dont want them to have a show called orphan black echoes with like no reason for it to actually be related to orphan black but also what the fuck

if harry potter is still culturally relevant in 2052 i swear to god

come on charlie girl. its gonna be ok. everyone shoots someone in the head once.

beck from victorious i need you to be all in on this ok

so who the fuck is thissssssssss

SO FUCKING WHAT? SO WHAT? LUCY IS NOT ALLOWED TO KIDNAP KIDS? WHY NOT? LOSERS.

JULESSSSS YOU SLAYEDDD THEREEEE YOU SLAYEDDD I WONT EVEN LIEEEEEEEE HELP TOILET SHANKKK

he is kind of so funny . i love you beck from victorious.

im also ok going back to like this relating to people from before like... this charcterisation os kira feels so odd

"lord this place is like neolution without the tails" wow did you get that guys ! a callback

AND YET SOMEHOW LIKE I THINK THE CLUBS FROM LAST TIME WERE SO MUCH MORE REAL THAN WHATEVER THAT IS

james youre tickling me

CHRIST WHATS GOING ON HERE

SORRY I THINK ITS SO FUCKING CORNY WHEN THEY TRY TO LIKE DO FUTURE THINGS DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN THE FUCKING FULL SIZED MIRROR TIKTOK LIVE IS INSANE.

this fucking acting and general fucking reaction is also crazy to me wes im sorry youre adorable but please

JULES YOUREEEEE SO FUNNYYYYYY

FUCK LUCY CAN WE STAY WITH JULES

okay theres just something so off putting about felxi im like help me what is going on

also i feel like kira is like sending me so much i feel like this happens all the time when kids who initially .... no offence.... lacked a lot of character ... now have to be an adult version cuz what are you going off. i dont know who this woman is but she isnt kira to me because who the fuck was kira in the first place but a kid that said ominous stuff and was a plot device for most of the show

also i think theres again something so insanely off i cant tell what it is. i think its still in that space of being so stupid high budget fo rwhat it is and yet itr feels so weird looking. the whole futuristic thing is strange to look at. like this being orphan black which ootherwise like. sci fi but still very grounded. it feels weird to now go to this

and i feel like i'd have preferred a smaller timejump. if they prove me wrong with that then fine but thus far i dont see the benefit of it being in 2052. i'd have preferred them to go less crazy with the like aesthetics cuz theyre just kinda weird and take away from everything for me.

and again i dont like the general approach to all of this. i think they needed to start slower and build stuff up more over time . everything here with jack for example like... i would have preferred if we sat with lucy and lucy alone and we didnt keep cutting to kira . like let us build this up and have it be one long continuous thing and maybe hold out this reveal a little longer. this feels like its rushing. and again the strongest part of orphan black, to me, before was like the slow build of increasingly complex fucking dire situations and being able to layer that shit

hi lucas

kira being a shit mam is so funny to me

FELIX'S ENTIRE PERFORMANCE STILL FEELS SO FUCKINH INSANE TO ME. cuz i get what youre going for but the delivery is jsut so fucking choked by the actor trying to keep it up. i swear he was not that stilted before even when he WAS putting something on. like is it trying to mask his voice age as well or something?

jules is so much more compelling to me again i think it is cuz her storyline IS the slowburn one here . and also shes got all the things i mentioned kind of lack with Lucy

like sorry i hate it when theyre like "haha. she's so spunky." (the actual chatracters are telling us this to the camera) like ok i get it i literally could have GOTTEN that watching

AND AGAIN WHY IS EVERYONE ... i dont know it feels like the exposition in the dialogue is crazy. like theyre shoehorning stuff in. you dont have to have them say everything so literallly and explicitly . help

KIRA PUT THE CYOKEEE DOWNNNNNNNN

ok im pausing for tonight hang on

[astrasavedprompts]

Y/n: I wish I knew what other people really thought of me, Don’t you?

Ace: I guess so.

Ace (internally): I love you, I love you, I’m in love with you so much it’s killing me.

“…So what are we?” “Friends who find each other extremely fuckable?” “Can you take me seriously for once—”

“Hey. Hey. Oh my God, why are you crying? Are you okay? Did I— did I do something wrong?” “No, it’s just— it’s just you’re always so gentle and caring with me and it makes me— it makes me feel like I don’t deserve you. No one’s ever treated me like you have.”

“Is it just me or are you and [name] really touchy-feely with each other these days?” “Huh? Of course not! We’re just really comfortable around each other, that’s all.”

“Stop trying to eye fuck me across the room, people are starting to think something’s up.” “Well, let them think that for all I care. At least they know to keep their hands off of you.” “…Excuse me?”

“Look, the more we do this, the more I realise that I don’t want to just fool around with you. I want to— I want to hold your hand and kiss you and appreciate you in every way possible and to just… To just be with you. Do you…” Character A trails off, their voice quieting. “Do you get it?”

"One." "Excuse me?" "Two." "If you think you can just-" "three. When I get to five, love, your time is up." Her eyes widened as he said, "four." And she ran. "Five." He whispered, grinning.

“Stop stealing my hoodies! They aren’t cheap, you thief!” “But they’re comfortable and they smell like you and I can hold onto them when I start to miss you being next to me.” “I’m— how can you say that with a straight face?”

“I want to make you feel the way you make me feel,” Character A whispers, sending shivers skittering down Character B’s spine.

“You’ve been staying over a lot these days, even though it wasn’t something you used to do. What changed?” “I don’t know, I just like waking up to your face.”

“You’re staring at me like that again.” “Like what?” “Like you’re… Never mind.”

“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”

“…You promised me you wouldn’t fall in love with me so why did you…” “I can’t help what I feel. I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have agreed to this.” “What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “Because you’re making it so hard for me to not fall in love with you.”

“I need you.” “Oh God, don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.”

“You know it’s fine if you’re a little rough with me, right?” “But I don’t want to hurt you…” “It’s fine, I can take it. I want it rough. Please?”

“You never used to hold my hand in public like this.” “I guess I just like being close to you? In whatever physical way possible.”

There was a moment in my life where I said No but meant Yes and I will never forgive myself for that.

He bared his sharpened teeth at her, leaning in. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but tame has never been one of them. Care to find out why?”

For you, a thousand times over

We never really know anyone, do we?

“It’s not… Ok, maybe it is what it looks like.”

“hi. wanna bake cookies?” “with you? always.”

“i think i love you too much. is that possible? i feel like i should slow down.”

“i love you so dearly.”

“Oh, you’re cold! Do you want my hoodie?”

“Sorry for staring. I just can’t stop looking at you.”

“I feel like you wouldn’t be opposed to me kissing you. Am I correct?”

“You’re making me crazy and I’m not mad about it.”

“I don’t flirt a lot, so if you could give me some feedback, I would appreciate that.”

“You’re always so flirty.” “Just with you.”

“Still unsure if I should kiss you or kill you.”

“This is actually really romantic.” “I hoped it was.”

“You have planned all of this? Just for me?” “Of course.”

“I’m so happy that you said yes.”

“This was really fun. I would love to see you again.”

“You’re incredible. I can’t believe you actually said yes to dating me.”

“i think you could talk about just about anything and breathe life into it. i think you are everything.”

“thank you for always reminding me of my worth.” “you don’t need to thank me. i wake up grateful to God that i’m blessed enough to remind a goddess of her beauty the way the moon’s darkness exists only to remind you of the warmth of the sun.” “… sigh. i am so happy i’m dating a poet.”

“you’re my favorite person. did you know that?”

“anything you say automatically becomes music. how do you do that?”

“oh God, i’m so in love with you.”

“i knit you something.” “take it, take my heart, right now.”

“can you make me sandwiches the way you do? with the diagonal cuts and all.” “you just want food.” “you ever think maybe i just love you and want YOUR food?”

“i want nothing more than for you to just be happy.”

"Will you let me kiss you?”

“All those fireworks and you’re only looking at me?”

“Will it be bad, if we just missed the countdown?”

“The new year will be ours.”

“I’m definitely not drunk enough for this.”

“We should go back. I can already hear the countdown.”

“I can’t wait to kiss you at midnight.” “Why wait?”

“My horoscope told me I would meet the love of my life next year.” “Then let’s meet up again after midnight.”

“What is that?” “It’s a reindeer. At least that’s what the packaging said the cookie cutter was supposed to be.” “It’s definitely not that.”

“There are rumors about us.” “I know. I spread them.

“I would destroy the world for you.” “No need to be so dramatic about it.”

“Have you ever broken a bone?” “One of my own or someone elses?”

“You’re not exactly the type of person I could see running across a field of flowers. It would more likely be a battle field.”

“Don’t you trust me?” “I trust you with my life. I’m not so sure I trust you with yours.”

“Sorry, I think my brain stopped working for a second when you said you loved me.”

“Why is it always us, who has to play a couple?” “Maybe they sense our unresolved sexual tension and want to help out.”

“Please, accept this gift as a token of my love.” “That’s a knife. And it has blood on it.”

List of responses after they kiss

“Why’d you do that?” “Because you wouldn’t shut up.”“Can we do that again?”

“Why’d you stop?” “Because you weren’t responding.”

“I should have done this so much earlier…”

“Quick, kiss me again, they’re coming back—”

“What the hell just happened?”

“Why did you…” “I’m trying to remind you of what happened last night.”

“Let me teach you what a real kiss is.”

“What was that for?!”

“That was my first kiss and I can’t believe it was with you.”

“Your face is so red. Are you okay?”

“That’s so unfair!” “What’s unfair?” “You can’t just do that without warning me!”

“You do this often?”

“You’re going to make me come back for more.”

“You uh… You taste amazing.”

“Were you trying to devour me whole or something?”

“We need to do that again.”

“I didn’t know how much I wanted this until now.”

Death dialogue prompts

“it’s okay”

 “please, we can try it again. i will find other doctors, medicines,…”

 “no, please let me go”

“i want you to find love again. you have to find love again.” “i can’t-”

“[name] please, do it for me. i want you to be happy when i am gone”

“i will never be able to love anyone the way i loved you”

“i made a promise. i will stay with you. even if i burn in this building, because not even death can tear me apart from you”

“fuck [name], i ask you to hold on. don’t you dare fall asleep like this [name] don’t you dare give up on us”

“i know i was doomed to die young the moment i was born, could you really blame me for that?”

“i hope that one day when you will finally be happy, that i will be forgiven by you.”

“don’t say those words because you are only saying it to comfort me. i am dying, but i don’t want to suffer anymore, not when you are pretending that you have loved a monster like me”

“i thought we would have more time”

“thank you for existing because i can now die knowing that i have known love”

miscellaneous romantic dialogue

“what happened to forever, [name]? what happened to our vows?”

“every time i see you, i thank the gods that you exist.”

“if i have to go down on my knees and beg for a second chance, i will do it. i would rather lose my pride than you.”

“i will always be here if you ever return, despite everything that happened.”

“i would rather be hurt by you than not have you at all.”

“ask me to stay.” “will you?” “yes.”

“you possess my every thought, day and night. i can’t imagine a world without you anymore.”

“don’t ask me to forget last night. in my heart laid a map of your body.”

“one day, i will forgive myself for not being able to save you.”

“after the goodbyes, my biggest wish is to remain in your heart with warmth and tenderness.”

“have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?”

“you took everything from me, yet i have succeeded in hating you.”

"out of everything it could have been, we have written nothing but a tragedy."

"i would defy the gods themselves to get to you, even if i have to pay it with my life."

"i love you and i don't understand you, and that lack of understanding makes me want to hate you for every decision you've made, but i can't help but love you anyway."

"i don't care if today is beautiful or ugly. i wake up and i see you, so even if the sky had crashed down on me i would not care. my eyes are in love with you, [name]"

"i will love you until all the stars in the universe explode. it seems ridiculous but it's true."

"the truth is, i would tear this world apart if you ask me to, whether i am the hero in this story or not."

"few will remember us as we were, they would only know us as opposing forces in this war."

"let's end this, my love. this life of pain has been enough for us both. let me kill you, please."

"you sometimes love me, not always, not as much as i ever did."

"maybe in another life, we would be able to forgive each other."

"many years from now, they will wonder why the hero had followed the villain in the afterlife. let them."

"it was you and me against the world. now it's the world and me against you."

"die for me then. your sacrifice would still be pointless because i will follow wherever you go."

"i will forever love you, dead or alive. i swear it."

"i would let your touch ruin me. i will not see you differently."

"they said that i was mad, [name], and for once i think they are right. falling with the one person who will destroy me is madness, but i love you, and that's enough for me."

"as long as i live, i will love you. as long as my soul exists somewhere in this universe, it will be yours."

"i would choose to be ruined again in a million different lives if i got to fall in love with you in each one of them."

"if the gods are determined to part us in this lifetime, so be it. my heart would forever be yours, together or not."

"i destroyed myself by continuing to hold on to this ruinous love, but when i see you, i know it was worth it."

"i am supposed to walk away for our own good, but i am too selfish to let you go."

"it doesn't matter if the pain gets too much, as long as you are okay, it's enough for me."

"lift your eyes and look at me. look in my eyes and tell me it's that easy for you to let go."

"destroy me if it pleases you. i truly don't give a damn if it's you doing it."

"you will ruin me?? so what?? i was ruined the moment i laid my eyes on you."

"if you were weak for loving me, then you would have to hate me for being too strong."

"we were never meant to be in the eyes of the gods, but i would risk it all to relive us."

"i would do it over again if it meant getting to hold you in my arms like this."

 "what did you just say?“

 “why would you say something like that?”

 “what the hell, dude…”

 “are you okay? no, that wasn’t right…”

 “do you want me to say something?”

 “say one more thing to them, and i swear to god-”

 “alright. back off.”

 “that’s enough.”

 “are you kidding me?”

 “say that again? i don’t think i heard you the first time.”

 “don’t even think about going there..”

 “okay, that’s it. we’re leaving. come on…”

 “come here, we need to talk.”

 “yes, i’m being serious! that was way out of line.”

 “what’s wrong with you?!”

 “woah…okay, stop.”

 “go in the car, i’ll be with you in about five minutes.”

 “do you know him? yeah, that’s what i thought…”

 “why are you still going?”

 “watch it. seriously.”

 “that wasn’t funny.”

 “is it always like this?” “…” “oh hell no.”

 “ok well this stops now..”

 “do you see her laughing? okay, then. stop.”

 “don’t ever say anything like that again.”

otp prompts: first kiss"I've never done this before. I hope that's not an issue."

"I simply cannot believe that I waited this long to kiss you."

"Your lips are so soft."

"You don't taste anything like what I had imagined.""Was it worse?""No!" X smiles. "So, so much better."

"Can I really do this? Are you sure?"

"You know there's no going back from this, don't you?"

"We should really never do this again unless you want me to be completely head over heels for you."

"I think this is as close to heaven as I'll ever get."

Exes to Lovers Dialogue Prompts

“I’m sorry for how it ended.” “I’m sorry that it ended at all.”

“Do you still have place for me in your life?”

“Three years was not enough to get over you.”

“I couldn’t stop loving you, even if I tried. And I did try for some time. But it didn’t work.”

“Seeing you again brought everything back.”

“It was a mistake to just go away. We should’ve fought more for what we wanted.” “We are doing it now.”

“Do you have any idea how much I wished to take it back? To just go to your house and apologize?” “I would have waited for you. I did wait for you. Even if it took some time, you are here now.”

“I shouldn’t have ever let you go away. I need you by my side.”

“The fight we had was so stupid and breaking up was irrational.”

“We work much better as a team.”

“People called me crazy for letting you get away. And they were right.”

‘unrequited love but turns out!! it’s actually requited’ prompts

“What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?” “…Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.”

“Oh my God, why are you crying? Does me liking you disgust you that much?” “No, you dumbass, it’s because you like me back but I spent all of this time thinking you’d never like me that way!”

“Look, we can pretend I never confessed if it means you’ll stay—” “What?! No! You can’t just take back your confession! That’s such a coward move and I’ll not allow that! Especially when I feel the same way towards you.”

“I’ll get over you. I promise. These feelings, they’re— they’re only temporary, I swear. I—I’ll get over you. Just please don’t leave me—” “Did you ever think, that maybe, I don’t want you getting over me? What if I don’t want these feelings to be only temporary? That maybe I… Like you, too?”

“I didn’t mean to fall for you.” “And neither did I.” “…Fucking pardon?”

“So according to _____, you’re in love with me, too?” “Oh, that fucking bast— wait, did you just say too?”

“You need to stop kissing me like you mean it; I’m going to read into things wrong and end up breaking my own heart.” “That’s because I do mean it every single time. You’ve just been too dense to realise.”

“Why are you apologising for liking me back?” “Because I don’t want to ruin— wait a second. Pause and rewind, what did you just say?”

“You don’t have to like me back, you know? I just wanted to let you know how I felt, that’s all.”

“Well, too bad! Because these feelings are mutual, and now you can’t get rid of me.”

“Why are you lying to me? You can tell me the truth, it’s okay. I’m strong enough for the truth, I swear.” “What? I’m not lying to you! You’d think you’d pick up on the signs that I’ve been in love with you, for fucking forever, but apparently someone’s too obtuse to realise that!”

“you said you wanted to talk?" “yeah…it can wait, though. enjoy your date.”

 “how do i look? do you think i overdressed for a [event]?” “no, you look perfect.”

 “you’ve been staring at me for like thirty seconds, what are you thinking about?”

 “i’m so glad we moved in together.”

 “no, you can stay. i don’t mind.”

 “please don’t leave yet.”

 “i know i haven’t been the easiest person to work with these days, but keep in mind that i do appreciate your patience with me…”

 [talking to a friend] “we live together! do you know how much i’ll mess things up if they don’t feel the same?”

 “you looked pretty lonely in there, how about a sleepover in my room tonight?”

 “you’ve been talking about this for months so i figured that maybe if i got it for you, you’d shut up.” “i love you.”

 “i hate changing these stupid batteries, i can never reach the smoke alarm.” “get down, then, i’ll do it.”

 “did you get me flowers?” “it was for decoration.” “..in my room?”

 “do you want to go on a walk with me?” “yeah, i’d love to..”

 “i don’t think i’ve ever felt the way i do with you with anyone else.” “what does that mean?” “what do you think it means?”

 “i need to tell you something. and i need you to not hate me when i do.”

 “happy new year.” “should we kiss?” “what?” “what?”

"And you approve of this sort of behavior?"

"Encourage it, even."

List of height difference prompts

“Look at you. So small and cute, huh?” “Shut the hell up.”

Character B wrapping their arm around Character A’s shoulders whenever possible; ruffling their hair with their hand and grinning when Character A grumbles at them for it.

“I could fit you in my luggage.”

“You’re like an arm rest.”

“So I’m going to have to bend my knees just a little bit for you to hear me properly?”

“You have five centimeters over me but you’re acting all high and mighty about it. Grow the hell up.” “Well, clearly I’ve grown a lot better than you.” “I will end you”

Character B purposefully making things out of reach for Character A. “Can you get that for me?” “Can I what?” “Can you please get that for me?”

“Need my shoulders to see up there?” “Piss off.”

“Maybe milk will still save that height of yours.” “Oh my God—”

“If I’m a late bloomer then you’re a really late bloomer. You’re probably never going to bloom at all; you’ve reached your maximum capacity.” “I’ll give you exactly five seconds to take that back.”

“I could lift you up off the floor while kissing you.” “Excu— what are you doing?! Put me down!”

“You’re threatening but like, in a very adorable way.”

“I’ve been breaking my back trying to kiss you.” “I’m not that fucking short.”

Character B helping Character A get something they need but then holding it out of reach from them, a grin on their face when Character A starts getting frustrated. “Give that to me, you stupid giant!”

“If you want to experience the world up here, you can always give me a call.” “I’ll kick you in the back of your knees and make you kneel in front of me.”

“I can hear you thinking from here.” “About what you said... earlier.” “You mean when we thought we were about to die? I remember.”

“Do you have any actual skills? Besides pyromania?” “You mean my highly specialized magic discipline that I developed over my entire lifetime?” “Pyromania, yeah.”

“Where are you going with that!? That weapon is only meant to be wielded by the Chosen Hero!” “Don’t you get it? There is no Chosen Hero. The Elders are never going to send someone to break the curse because they don’t want it broken.”

“Where have you been all night?” “I needed time to think so I went for a walk and then got.... very lost. Who designed this city?” “It sort of designed itself.”

“I’m so happy you’re safe. Also, you’re grounded.” “What?! But I defeated the Dark Lord!” “You also broke curfew to put yourself in mortal peril. Grounded.”

“I can’t believe she kidnapped my cat.” “As if people didn’t hate her enough.” “My cat. To blackmail me. I have three children. She chose my cat.” “To be fair, your cat doesn’t have armed bodyguards.”

“Where are you going? We’re not done!” “To eat a fucking baby, since I’m obviously such a fucking villain.” “Oh, shut up, no one called you that.”

“How do you two know each other?” “We’re best friends. Somehow.” “Our moms took the same yoga class when they were pregnant. So this friendship wasn’t a choice.”

“What’s wrong? Trouble in paradise?”

“Paradise is lost and the devil has ripped my fucking heart out.”

“How’d you take the bullets out of his gun without him knowing?”

“I didn’t.”

“What do you mean you didn’t?”

“His gun was loaded. I just took random bullets out of my pocket to psych him out.”

“...Woah.”

“Hey, wait. I haven’t seen much of you lately. I thought we could hang out.”

“Oh, um, sorry. I’m really busy. Some other time.”

“When did your abilities first manifest?”

“I was low on money one year, so I decided to hand-make my nieces’ Christmas presents. I sewed them cute little rag dolls and other stuffed animals as a set.”

“Uh-huh. And when did it become apparent you weren’t making ordinary toys?”

“One of the dolls got up and handed me a pen I thought I lost.”

“We need to cut down on expenses. What can we live without?”

“X, probably.”

“Where’s all your weapons?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! I got rid of them all. I’m a pacifist now.”

“You’re a what.”

“Look, I’ve inflicted a lot of pain on the world, and I don’t think the way to redeem myself for that is to inflict even more pain.”

“Oh, yes it fucking is! Here, just take my gun. You fuck this up and I’ll fuck you up.”

“Do you realize how fucking stupid that was?”

“The several broken bones gave me an idea, yeah.”

roommates to lovers dialogue (but they’re scared to confess)

“you said you wanted to talk?" “yeah…it can wait, though. enjoy your date.”

 “how do i look? do you think i overdressed for a [event]?” “no, you look perfect.”

 “you’ve been staring at me for like thirty seconds, what are you thinking about?”

 “i’m so glad we moved in together.”

 “no, you can stay. i don’t mind.”

 “please don’t leave yet.”

 “i know i haven’t been the easiest person to work with these days, but keep in mind that i do appreciate your patience with me…”

 [talking to a friend] “we live together! do you know how much i’ll mess things up if they don’t feel the same?”

 “you looked pretty lonely in there, how about a sleepover in my room tonight?”

 “you’ve been talking about this for months so i figured that maybe if i got it for you, you’d shut up.” “i love you.”

 “i hate changing these stupid batteries, i can never reach the smoke alarm.” “get down, then, i’ll do it.”

 “did you get me flowers?” “it was for decoration.” “..in my room?”

 “do you want to go on a walk with me?” “yeah, i’d love to..”

 “i don’t think i’ve ever felt the way i do with you with anyone else.” “what does that mean?” “what do you think it means?”

 “i need to tell you something. and i need you to not hate me when i do.”

 “happy new year.” “should we kiss?” “what?” “what?”

baby, it’s cold outside

“you’re shaking like a leaf, take it.”

“it’s cuter on you anyway…”

“i appreciate the thought, sweetie, but i think it’s a little too small for me.”

“did you come out of a romance movie? what is this?”

“but then you’ll be cold..”

“next time i will not be this nice.”

“maybe you’ll listen to me from now on when i say you need a jacket in this weather.”

“you know you aren’t getting this back, right? it’s mine now.”

“how charming, thank you.”

“and if i get sick because i sacrificed my jacket for you, i’d hope you take care of me.”

“seeing you comfortable warms my heart enough, i’ll be alright.”

“you always look better with my stuff on…you might as well steal my entire wardrobe at this point.”

“are you sure?”

“i brought mine because i knew you would forget yours.”

“you’re so sweet it’s killing me.”

 "you missed me?” “of course i did…”

 “oh, you’re so cute..”

 “i love it when you look at me like that.”

 “but i miss you…” “hon’ i just left fifteen minutes ago.”

 “why are you staring at me?” “you’re pretty…”

 “this song reminds me of you.”

 “seeing you is always my favorite part of my day.”

 “come on, dance with me!”

 “aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask…come here.”

 “i said i love you, you heard me.” “oh i know, i just want to hear you say it again.”

 “my kiss?” “right, sorry.”

 “you’ve been wanting to get into baking, right? i bought a box of brownies we could start off with after dinner…”

 “you’re my favorite person.”

 “can you sing for me?”

 “i love everything about you.”

 “you are the human embodiment of sunshine, you know that?”

 “your cheeks are really soft.” “stop squishing them!”

 “i brought you something~”

 “isn’t this the book you wanted?”

"Well that went better than expected." "Yeah, I thought we were all gonna die, if I'm entirely honest."

"What did you have in mind?" "I was thinking a cozy night in, an inevitably failed attempt at something fancy and homemade for dinner, followed up by replacement pizza delivery, and the movie marathon of your choice."

Angst/Arguement

“Don’t touch me, you lost that privilege when you let him into our bed.”

“You just keep acting like everything’s fine! It’s not fine!”

“I hate you, I hate everything you stand for, every fibre of your being.”

“I don’t have the energy to yell at you, you’re not worth it anyway.”

“Show up here again and you won’t live to see the end of it.”

“You killed her! She was the only person I ever loved and you killed her!”

“There’s not a single reason I can think of for me to let you see her. You may be her father, but I’m her everything.”

“You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?”

“I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.”

“Nothing you do will fix things, no amount of money will turn back time.”

“I wish you’d just leave me alone, I wish I’d never met you.”

“You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.”

“I wouldn’t hate myself as much as I do now if it weren’t for you.”

“Thank you for ruining my life, I know exactly the kind of person I don’t want to become now.”

“Don’t look at me like you’re sorry. You’re not sorry.”

“You’ll never love me like you loved her. I know that now.”

“Not now, not ever. You’ll never be the person I love.”

“I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to think I knew you.”

“Yell at me, scream until your throat hurts, put a damn bullet in my chest, but you will not touch him.”

“I would rather die than be the person who climbs into bed with you at the end of the night.”

“You lied! You lied again and I fell for it!”

“Everytime you open your mouth I want to push you over the edge of a cliff and I mean that with all my heart.”

“Don’t pretend there’s more than years of pure hatred here.”

“We were never in love, we were simply caught up in a nightmare that felt like a dream.”

“You’ll never forgive me, I know that, but please just pretend you love me. Just until the kids are old enough.”

“Shoot me, I dare you, it’ll make you feel better.”

“And if I die, I swear, I’ll crawl out of my grave just to ruin your life.”

“I promised you a lifetime of misery, do you really think I’m done just yet?”

“You’ll end up dead if you keep that up and it won’t even be at my hands.”

“Hit me, hit me and see what happens to you.”

“Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.”

“It wasn’t an accident! It wasn’t and you know it!”

“It was assault, it was you.”

“There’s no one I can hire, no one I can call that will give you a torturous enough death.”

“You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!”

“Anything- anything- but this!”

“There’s nothing I can say to get you to fix what you did, there’s nothing I can do to understand why you did it.”

“You should’ve just killed me, I could’ve just been a nameless body in an abandoned cemetery. You could’ve just set me free.”

“He’s the only person left! He’s the only thing I’ve got, the last good thing in my life!”

“You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

“She was nothing to you, was she? Then prove it.”

“Don’t even look at me, everything about you is everything I tried so hard not to be.”

“You’re not someone I’ve ever understood, but I never thought I’d hate you as much as I do at this moment.”

“Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself, I want nothing more than to ruin your life.”

“Jump, I dare you, but will that really make you happy?”

“You sound just like the person I used to love, but you’re not him anymore, are you.”

“I asked for your help, I begged you for it, now do you understand?”

“Don’t romanticise death if you won’t follow through.”

“Hate is a pitiful emotion, but then again, you are a pitiful person.”

“What is stronger than love? Nothing? Then you will simply not win.”

“You could’ve defeated me, broken me, left me as a pile of flesh. What stopped you?”

“I never have been someone to take the moral high ground, blood and broken bones is much simpler, don’t you think?”

“She wasn’t your person to ruin.”

“I had it under control! I had a plan!”

“She’ll bleed out before nightfall and you think we should stay? Are you stupid?”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t remember your face when he wakes up, your eyes always were horribly distinctive.”

“You shouldn’t have come, I don’t want you here.”

“He doesn’t own me! He can’t keep controlling me anymore!”

“I refuse to keep being a pawn in your game, this has to end.”

“If I loved you, would I really have kept you around? Love is a weakness, I don’t have weaknesses.”

“I must admit, it would’ve been easier to get rid of you if you weren’t so beautiful.”

“Nothing will change if you stay here with me! Nothing will ever change!”

“It should’ve been an easy decision to make, but you’ve never made things easy, have you.”

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.”

“I can keep this up for longer than you can stick around for. Cut my hair, change my name, you’ll never find me.”

“What did you want in the beginning? What did you think would happen?”

“You’re not him! You’re not him and that’s the problem!”

“Hire a necromancer so I can tell her how much I hate her guts for leaving me like this.”

“There’s nothing you can do, this is it. This is how it goes.”

“You never let me go, that’s why you’re miserable.”

“I’m not the person at fault, I never was. It’s you, it was always you!”

“Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight, just for show. I’ll be gone by sunrise.”

“So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it?”

“You’re the last person I want to talk to right now. We can’t just put things aside because I’m having a bad night.”

“People talk- people will always talk- and you never listened.”

“The last thing I want is for you to think I’m grateful for what you did back there.”

“I couldn’t think of a worse outcome, unless of course, you had some other way to ruin my day?”

“Seven billion people in the world and I got put in a room with you. Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house with us.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.”

“You betrayed her! You betrayed her trust and look where it got us!”

“I should’ve stayed in San Francisco, I shouldn’t have ever met you.”

“Even after everything, you still won’t admit this was your doing. This was your fault. It always has been.”

“I can’t risk her getting hurt anymore, I can’t put her in danger just to keep you safe!”

“You’ve never been someone I looked up to, I just wished you’d at least acknowledge me.”

“This was never how I wanted things to go.”

“Living is so much harder than dying, are you sure you’re fit for living?”

“I wanted her heart, everything good and pure, but nothing in this world is ever what it seems.”

“You should’ve seen the look on his face- he’s going to destroy you.”

“She’s my daughter, can you really blame me for hating her when she’s just like me?”

“You never should’ve left, it never should’ve been an option.”

“Somehow, whatever you do seems to be the wrong thing. I’m sick of it.”

“Do you actually hate me or is it just the idea of having someone to despise that you enjoy?”

“Nothing you guessed about me was true, I’m nothing like anyone’s ever met before.”

“I’m not the person you thought I was, but neither were you.”

“How can you care for her? You’ve never met her, have you?”

“You’ll never meet again, life in death is like nothing you’ve ever seen.”

“I wish a lot of things, but most of all, I wish you didn’t hate me.”

“These days, I think about you, but you’re never the same person I created in my mind.”

“It could’ve been worse, we could’ve fallen in love.”

“At least I can forget him- he’s easy to forget- but her, I’ll never forget her for as long as I live. And it’s all your fault.”

[thehoneybeast]

New Alliances (Silco/fem!reader 2)

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Okay, this is the first time I actually continue one of my stories. I don't know how far I will get before I lose interest, but here is Part 2 for now.

I don't know if I like it, but I guess the next chapter could maybe be better.

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"So uhh- let me check your wounds, jeah?" You tried hard to ignore the lasting impact your words had left on his expression, as you got up from your chair and stepped towards him. "Could you.." you motioned to his chest but Silco just looked at you like you had lost your mind. His eyes shifted from suprise to irritation and his mouth formed a frown. "Or- or do you want me to-" "Be quiet." He shut you up and you took a step back as he bend his head and layed a hand against his forehead, eyes focusing on some point atop the blanket, deep in thoughts. You just watched him awkwardly, setting back down. "Please.. please keep it a secret." You finally breathed, your voice soft and pleading, your eyes on the ground. "It is hard enough as it is, I don't need enforcers on my tail, trying to hunt me down." Your voice started shaking at the thought, your heart was beating in a rapid pace. Every second that passed in silence was torture, a wave of fear and uncertainty tearing at your soul. "You will be save. It won't leave this room." You let out a heavy breath, nearly tearing up at his words. "Thank you." You whispered and when you met his eyes this time, there was understanding in his features. You relished in the feeling of relief for a few seconds before you heard him speak again. "Why did you do it? Why did your bring me back?" His voice was softer now, not as weary. "Your daughter. Don't get me wrong, I could've refused if it was anyone else, but the way her eyes begged me to bring back her father.. Who am I to deny her that?" You thought a moment before continuing. "I'm not a big fan of your influence on the undercity, but you are still just human. Jinx didn't come to save herself trouble or gain anything from having you back, she just wanted you as a person, as her father." You shrugged, recalling the way she had clung to his body. "When I see such an intention, I can't just send her away." You concluded smiling to yourself at the thought. He hummed lowly, a noise of accepting your explanation. "How-" "Can I please have a look at your injuries first? You can ask me all you want, but I would prefer to be able to stop myself from worrying over your condition first."

He wasn't to fond of you interrupting him, but he saw the honest concern in your eyes and felt himself believing your words. "Fine." He leaned back again, a tense look on his face when You came to the edge of the bed, carefully leaning over him, helping him to open his shirt. The blood rushed into your head, feeling the heat of his skin gracing your fingertips, hearing his breath right next to you. Silco was the most dangerous man down here and you were now closer to him than you had been to anyone in a long time. You were glad when the last button gave in, your hands shaking had troubled the process. You made quick work of removing the bandages, the intimacy of it all making your head spin. The pale skin was marked by many scars, old, fresh, big and small ones. They didn't disturb the beauty of him whatsoever, made him more interesting if anything. The wounds were mostly still closed, the only one reopened was right under his heart. Your fingers carefully grazed the skin, inspecting it for dirt of any kind, but it seemed that someone had taken care of it before you were awake. His heartbeat was steady and You hummed to yourself, pleased at the sight but still had the intention to close it up professionally before its state could worsen. "Usually I would use a needle to keep it shut, but if you prefer, I could use my magic as well?" Your eyes went up to meet his and this close you could see the beauty of both his eyes, the unchanged blue one, as well as the forever opened black universe with its very own, orange sun. You were so fascinated, that you didn't realise how long you were staring at each other, until he answered, his eyes shying away from yours, towards the wound.

"Are you in the right state to use magic?" His question suprised you and you realised that you weren't sure about the answer. "Let's stick to a needle then." Silco had seemingly interpreted your reaction right and so you nodded, following the direction he was pointing you to with his hand. He seemed oddly disinterested in the whole process of you taking care of him, but you were to focussed now to be bothered by that. You found the needed materials and prepared the procedure, disinfecting the wound and your hands, leading the string through the needle. To get better access to his skin, you climbed halfway onto the bed, your head hovering right over your skilled hands, gently piercing his skin, getting lost in the procedure. You worked so precise and confident, that he barely felt the sting of the needle.

Due to your focused state, you missed entirely, the way Silcos eyes rested on your hands, before slowly but steadily taking in your entire presence. The way your eyes sparked with intelligence and skill, the way your fingers moved elegantly and your body radiated a comforting heat that had him drawn in. You seemed so incredibly soft and gentle that he found himself wondering how you had survived this long in place as cruel as Zaun. When his eyes landed on your lips, he noticed the tip of your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth, most likely unintentionally placed there. It send a motion through his chest that he couldn't quite place.

"There we go!" You exclaimed happily, cutting the string and putting away the instruments. "How are you feeling?" He sighed, a slender hand running through his hair. "Tired. But alive. Which brings me back to the question-" "You can call it my speciality." This time, his mouth turned into a snarl at your impolite behaviour and you raised your hands apologetically. "Sorry, sorry. I just don't get to talk about it often and maybe I'm a little bit excited." He arched a brow but kept quiet, indicating for you to continue. "I am blessed with the power of healing. If you would've been dead for longer, I wouldn't have been able to recreate your mind, so you would've basically ended up as a zombie. Luckily for you, your daughter was fast enough and your head was intact. Usually, I work without my magic, it's just too risky. But there are circumstances where medicine can't do what magic does." Shrugging, you leaned back in your chair, still feeling the drain from the resurrection. "You fell unconscious." It was a statement and he was indirectly asking for an explanation. "Every spell requires part of my inner energy, the one that magicians are born with. If that isn't enough, the magic uses the energetic resources of the body and in that particular case, it needed nearly all of it. So, jeah. Carrying another unconscious body afterwards wasn't the best idea." Silco nodded to himself, getting a sense of what had happened to you. "For how long have I been sleeping by the way?" He didn't respond right away, another thoughtful expression on his face. "Two days." He replied, finally looking up at you. Two days? Dear lord, you must've been on the edge of dying yourself. To think for whom you were willing to risk that.. "I have a proposal for you." Silco waited patiently for you to return your attention to him, before he elaborated on his offer, his eyes wathching you closely: "To have a magican on our side could be an advantage. I offer you a place by my side. Your job would be to tend to my people and my people only. You will have a room of your own, a save place to stay where you can use your powers as much as you want. Nobody will know of your existence, other than me. And you will be well paid, of course." His eyes never left yours and the idea of living next to him was weirdly enticing, but you already had a home. You had a safe place, that noone knew of. Well at least they hadn't known of it. Now that the big bad Silco and his daughter had entered your house it was to be expected, that people had noticed. A stable job? A good income? He watched you closely, taking notice of the war behind your eyes. Goodbye independence. Goodbye morals. Wait. That was actually a problem. "Okay, sounds interesting but we would have to talk about the 'only your men are to be helped' part. I get, that I can't heal your enemies, but there are some patients near my actual home that need my care as well." For a moment you thought that he would just laugh at you, trying to modify his deal but he just nodded, a calculating look in his eyes. "I will think about it. Now leave. I expect your answer until tomorrow." Silco motioned with a exhausted looking gesture for you to leave and you followed gladly, but not without throwing a "Listen to your doctor and stay in bed! Good rest!" Over your shoulder, before gently closing the door behind you. You let a heavy breath pass your lips, a funny feeling in your chest. Was it his stoic expression? His interesting facial features? His intimidating demeanour? Whatever it was that had you so light headed, you cursed it for distracting you, when you were clearly in a quiet sensible situation. Sighing to yourself, you got aware of the hole in your stomach, hunger growling in your ears. "Right, two days." You reminded yourself, throwing a cautious glance down the hallway. Maybe you would find something to eat in the bar?

Following your instincts, you made your way to the end of the room, hoping to find the staircase behind the door before you. And yes, there they were, though you hadn't reached the door handle yet, but a blur of blue threw the door open, in a similar manner than it had happened to your front door. Jinx came to an abrupt halt when she noticed you, purple eyes wide and anxious, reawakening the sympathy you had felt during your last meeting. "He is going to be fine, right?" Her hopeful tone had you smiling gently and you answered with a confident voice. "As long, as he follows my advice from now on, he will heal just fine." You agreed, when she suddenly threw herself around your middle, enveloping you in a bone crushing hug. "Thank you." It was little more than a whisper, a stark contrast to her physical expression, before she let go of you and rushed to the door of Silcos bedroom. You watched her hesitate, biting her bottom lip, before quietly slipping into the room and disappearing behind the door. While making your way down the stairs to the louder area of the house, you wondered what circumstances had let to that unusual bond between the two people.

It was louder down here but thanks to the hour, you assumed it was somewhere around noon, it wasn't to busy. This time, the people around you ignored your existence, a change you were grateful for. Sevika sat at the bar, downing a drink and when she caught sight of you, she rolled her eyes, clear for you to see. Okay then. Not that you wanted company anyways. You settled on the far end of the bar, less chances to be approached. The bartender was a joung men, blond and broad, a friendly smile plastered onto his face. He nodded to you, a sign that he had seen you and you relaxed in your seat. What a change of plans. Certainly not what you had expected to go through this week. Or anytime, ever. You rested your head on your fist, letting your mind run wild. Were you really considering his job offer? Had your life become so dull, that you were willing to risk it for someone as cruel as him? He killed people, he poisoned them in order to get them addicted and dependent on him. The exact opposite of what you had tried to do your entire life. But had you ever really accomplished anything, other than saving a life here and there, only for it to be lost in a gang fight or ended by enforcers the week after? It was depressing and the fact that you had to hide your identity didn't make it any easier. It was a fight against ghosts, and you started to get tired of punching the air.

So why not be egotistical for a while? You had given enough to this city and hardly received anything in return, though you knew that the truth wasn't as easy. You loved helping people. It gave you a feeling of purpose. You still wanted to believe in the good in each and every person, in mankind all together. Even in Silco. You knew he wouldn't want that impression to spread around his people, he had to be stern and intimidating, maybe even scary and inhuman. But the way you had seen him react to Jinx, or only the mentioning of her name, made clear to you that his emotional investment to his adopted daughter was very real. Which meant in return, that he indeed had a heart, had emotions and weaknesses. It was something about that fact, that drew you in. A cruel, feared man with a sincere concern for a child that wasn't his.

Sighing, you met the gaze of the bartender, as he made his way over to you. "Welcome to the last drop. What can I get you?" You ordered something to eat (something that at least sounded edible) and a water. You weren't big on drinking either, preferring to keep your senses clear. After a quick glance to your side, you added "And one more for the lady over there, whatever it is that she wants." To your order and the bartender complied. When your food was placed in front of you, your hunger let you forget about manners and you dived right in, surprisingly enjoying the meal, though you probably would've eaten anything placed in front of you right about now. When you were close to done, a shadow fell upon you. Sevika took the seat right next to you and you tensed. You finished way calmer than you had started, a good, content feeling in your stomach. "What was that for?" Sevika raised her glass, a questioning look on her scarred face. She was pretty, impressive and pretty. You smiled uncomfortably, shrugging your shoulders. "As far as I know, you had to babysit me for the last two days and I wanted to thank you for that." You weren't used to this much social interaction with strangers in one day and you started to feel exhausted. "What did he want from you?" You sighed again. " You are pretty fond of asking questions here, aren't you?" You downed the last drop of water and swallowed heavily. "He offered me to work for him. To join your gang, if you want to call it that." Shaking your head, you mumbled to yourself. "And I am actually thinking about saying yes." It fell silent between the two of you, before Sevika got up, a heavy hand resting on your shoulder. "If it will help keeping him alive, then stay." Before you could say anything, she had left you alone. Either, his people were actually more fond of him than you had expected, or you just had the luck to run into the ones, that really cared about him. Either way, you were done with answering questions and wanted some time for yourself. You payed your dept, your money had stayed inside you coat pocket, thankfully, and exited the building without a plan of where to go.

**

Silco had to assure Jinx once more, that he wasn't mad, nor loved her any less for the accident that got him killed and when she finally fell quiet, it was due to her having fallen asleep next to him, her head resting in his lap, her arms still around his torso. His hand moved soothingly over her head, gentleness in his eyes as he watched her peaceful rest. Of course she blamed herself, it was not a big suprise. She had told him about her attack on the councils of Piltower, of the way she had carried his body through the undercity until someone spilled the words of a powerful healer, who might be able to bring him back. So far, they hadn't seen any signs of a revenge from the topside people, but it was only a question of time. There was going to be a war and they had to be prepared. Sighing, he leaned back against the pile of pillows, his daughter had so happily provided him with. His hand still mindlessly following its motion, his thoughts drifted of to you. A magician. A powerful one, if he were to belief the rumors, Jinx had told him about. And what did you use them for? He scoffed at the thought of the waisted potential, sitting in one of the darkest corners of the city, chasing headless dreams. How had they not known about you? Maybe you could've saved Jinx from the pain and influence of the toxins, maybe you could've helped him reach his goals way sooner? He closed his eyes, concentrating on the hair between his fingers. No. Jinx was still perfect the way she was. Silcos mind carried him to the way, you had come to help her carry him home. It was not necessary for you to do that. Not at all. Where you after a reward of some sorts? You hadn't mentioned anything of money whatsoever, your only interest seemingly directed at his well being. He frowned. Noone could stay this naive over all their life, not in Zaun. But were you naive? No, you were cautious of his reactions, he had seen it in your eyes. But still, the way you were worried over someone you didn't know, was ridiculous. You clearly had known who he was, you wouldn't have mentioned his 'influence on the undercity' as you had called it. So either, you wanted to get on his good side, or you really were as moronic as he didn't believe you to be. Then again, he had offered you a position in his cause and you hadn't looked repulsed by his offer. So that might have been your intention after all. His mind told him, that it was the most logical conclusion but his gut wasn't willing to be satisfied with that explanation. Annoyed by his uncertainty, he placed his free hand over his eyes. His thoughts went off rails now, bringing up pictures of your smile of victory that had enlightened your face, once you had successfully stitched him up. The way your fingertips had tickled his skin, the unwavering gaze, in which he had gotten lost in your curious eyes.. His good eye snapped wide open, bewildered by his thoughts.

**

The streets were as dirty as ever, people standing in the alleys, throwing evil glances your way. You were used to it all. The walk had helped you to clear things in your mind and come to a decision regarding your dilemma. If Silco would allow you, to go back once a week, you would start working for him. You didn't believe that a war was going to solve anything, neither that his way of treating those who lived down here was helping anyone at all but you were to curious about the men himself to pass up this opportunity. A safe space for you to train your spells, maybe invent some new ones would be of good use, as well. You couldn't deny the way your heart skipped, thinking about telling him your answer. It seemed, that against your deep wish to keep this professional, your stupid heart had found something desirable in this stoic, slender men. It was a waste of emotions, you were sure of it, but sadly our hearts tend to make stupid decisions sometimes. Instead on dwelling on it to much, you tried to accept it, hoping the feeling would fade soon enough. It was getting late, your bpdy was growing more tired by the minute and you were looking forward to a bed, even if it had the world's most uncomfortable mattress atop of it. Already yawning, you entered the last drop. As expected, the club was filled to the brim this time again and you gently pushed your way through the crowd an to the stairs, which were guarded by a big men. You tried to pass, when his hand pushed you back. "You are?" Blinking, dumbfounded, you gave him your name, yelling to be heard over the noise. A short nod and up you went, hurriedly leaving the nightclub and it's people downstairs. Your first instinct was to head for the room you had woken up in, but you stopped before Silcos room instead. Why wait until tomorrow, right? As confident as you dared, you knocked on the fancy wood. No answer. You where thinking about knocking again, when the door was opened, Jinx passing you with a sleepy expression, before his voice lured you in. "Did you guys have a sleepover?" You joked, immediately shutting up, when seeing his annoyed face. "Did you make a decision?" Straight to the point. "That happens to be the case, yes." You replied, smiling innocently and sitting back down in your old place. "How about you? Did you think about my demand?" Silcos eyes seemed more bored than anything, then again, he never looked particularly impressed. "It is fine with me, as long as you don't fail to tend to my men in order to save others." Sounds fair, you thought. "Great, then we have a deal. Do you want my signature or anything..?" "An oral agreement would be enough for now." He seemed tired, you noticed. There wasn't much else to say, so you nodded. "Great. Thank you, I guess." You smiled again, this time a little mire forced than before. "I will go to bed then." A sigh from him. "Take the room three doors from the staircase. It will be yohr office here, as well as you place to sleep. The door on it's left is a bathroom you can use." He didn't look at you while talking, his fingers massaging the bridge of his sharp nose. He really looked exhausted. "Okay. Thank you." You were ready to return to your own bed, but you couldn't hold your tongue. "I know, that you probably don't want to appear weak to your men, but I promised Jinx that you would regain your strength soon so you better listen to my advice from now on, so that I don't have to disappoint her. That being said, stay in bed until your wounds aren't in danger of being reopened, okay?" Silcos head snapped to you, anger in his unlikely eyes. "You're overstepping your boundaries, my dear." He growled and you had to force yourself not to shy away now, standing your ground. "That might be the case, but I invested a lot of energy into bringing you back to life, so you better don't let it go to waste!" With that, you turned your back, not willing to wait for a reply, fleeing his vision through the door.

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Chaos Magnet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF, HUMOR, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When Y/N get invited onto a stream with the gang by Jack (Sean) she’s not sure what to expect but it’s safe to say that such chaos is not something she could’ve ever imagined.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it really had me laughing and still had me be awe-struck by the adorableness of the idea. Sorry it’s been such a long time since you put in the request but I still hope you come across the fic and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Alright people, silence in the call for a moment!“ Jack calls out when the lobby’s counter has finally reached up to nine, leaving room for one more person who is yet to join, but apparently he doesn’t care much that he’ll probably have to repeat himself when the tenth person enters the call and lobby.

“Jack, you should know by now, the day there’s silence in this call is when some supernatural force murders all ten of our mics. It just won’t happen, deal with it.“ Charlie, who was having an ‘intense’ discussion with Toast up until Jack’s interruption, says sarcastically, chuckling ever so slightly, enough for it to be contagious and make me crack a smile as well.

“There won’t be silence, I’ll be talking. If only the rest of you would LET ME.“ Jack replies just as sarcastically, getting Charlie to let out an actual fit of laughter. When his chuckling subsides along with the rest of the chatter in the call, Jack finally gets to have the speech he mentioned, “Right, ok so here’s the deal folks: today we have a guest addition to the stream, curtesy of mine because I’m obsessed with her channel. As you might or might not have noticed, there’s one person missing from the lobby but she’s gonna be joining us any minute now. As I said, I’m a huge fan so you better not embarrass me or I swear I’m gonna kill you first when I get to be an impostor.”

I don’t know what the others are thinking - probably something similar as what I’m thinking though: Noted, embarrass Jack to the best of your ability. Trust me, getting him flustered in front of his YouTube idol is well worth the death in Among Us he’s threatening us with.

“Also keep in mind that she’s of a different kind, not of our breed if you will - she’s an ASMR YouTuber. Not those who eat in the mic just because they think it’d be pleasant for people to hear.“ Jack goes on to explain, the way he’s described this girl’s craft is quite intriguing, especially when you consider how confidently Jack expressed his distaste with ASMR in the past. He’s always claimed not to be a fan but here we are, I guess people really do change.

“Thank you for making it seem like I do more than just cut up soaps, Jack. I really appreciate it but don’t bump the bar up that high, people will be disappointed when they actually visit my channel.“ An unfamiliar voice appears in the call out of nowhere. Though, unfamiliar is not the adjective I should focus on when describing this girl’s voice. I’ll list a few more but even they won’t do it justice: pleasant, awing, mesmerizing, unbelievable, out-of-this-world...I really could keep going.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you don’t just cut up soap. You turn them into bath bombs too!“ Jack laughs, earning him a playful scoff from the newcomer. “Oh yeah, almost forgot - Everyone, this is Y/N, our ASMR artist.“

“Please, some ‘artist’ I am. The people in my comment section would disagree with that description.�� She giggles after kindly responding to each and every greeting the gang sends her way, myself included. “The word I’ve seen people use most when describing my channel is ‘cringey’ so....yeah.“ She laughs, a genuine laugh instead of the bitter one I was expecting to follow such words.

“That seems to be the cool kids’ favorite word, don’t dwell too much on it.“ Rae tells her reassuringly, “What’s important is what word would you use to describe your channel?“

Y/N hums, sounding as though she’s fallen in thought but that’s only one brief moment before she answers. Or begins to, at least, “Well, if I were to describe my channel with one word it’d be....BEEFY!”

That one out-of-context word, screamed out by such an angelic voice has me breaking down with overwhelming laughter collapsing all my ability to hold back.

“Out of all the words, you’d choose beefy?“ I somehow manage to ask between fits of laughter that render me breathless.

“She’s a vegetarian, I think, I don’t know why she’d choose that word.“ Jack too is laughing his butt off but has a significantly better grip on it, “Y/N, care to explain your peculiar choice?“

There’s a lot of shuffling and random noise on Y/N’s end before her reply finally comes, accompanied by a weak meow, “Sorry guys, that was a classic cat of Mr. Beef Stronganoff seeking attention by being chaotic.” She says through laughter, her words followed by another meow which was a lot more clear, seemingly closer to the mic, “He took down my mic, and he seems like he wants to do it again....BEEFY NO!”

For some reason, even with that explanation in mind, I can’t keep myself from laughing. Come to think of it, I think the explanation only makes it funnier.

“Ugh, darn it! I saved my mic but he ran across my keyboard and turned my webcam off how do I turn it back on?“ Her voice dies down for a few secs before it reemerges from her end, “Ok nevermind I got it. Now I can answer...what was the question again?“

Recovering from his laughing fit, Jack manages to repeat the question, “What word would you use to describe your channel?”

“Oh that! Right, ok. Um, I’d call it aesthetically pleasing and BEEFY NOT THE ROUTER CABLE YOU DUMMIE!“

She’s insane. Or her cat’s insane. I can’t tell. Maybe both. Either way, I can’t help but feel like I’ve found a soulmate in this literal stranger. It’s safe to say us chaos magnets like her and I, we don’t only attract chaos, but also chaotic individuals. I’m so glad she magnetized me to herself. Or was it the other way around? We may never know - mystery is in the nature of us chaos magnets, you know.

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Paper Planes

Pairing: Ori x @i-did-not-mean-to​

A/N: Yes, I’m supposed to be asleep and resting! But this idea had been floating around my head all day and I could only think Ori with it and ofc, it’s Ori It has to be Angel :D

I had sat outside for the longest time. The heavy weight of the day was still on my shoulders, enough to suffocate me under its growing pressure. Add my own thoughts and doubts its power only multiplied, bringing me closer to spilling the tears I tried so desperately to hold back.

I wanted to scream... cry... shout, but something kept me from doing so and I rocked myself back and forth, trying to control the emotions within that were trying to spiral themselves out of control.

It wasn’t fair how the world worked in twists and turns, to drain out the very essence of the living soul inside one; to crush away the dreams one treasured, trying to put together a life worth living for one.

But unfortunately, there are things in this world that perplexed and angered many... and even killed one, pushing them over the edge because they could no longer take the weight, pressure and hate thrown at them from every corner.

Though one thing can’t exist without the other, some saw it as a blessing, and others saw it as a curse. I guess, it truly depends on the perspective of things that happen. Fo hurt to exist, there must be comfort, like two opposite sides of the coin, or the when day breaks into the night, giving the moon and stars to shine.

It was like that, the light touch of his hand being placed on my shoulder, touching my skin to send warmth through my body and lift away the fog that dared to cloud my mind and heart with darkened thoughts and wishes.

As if his touch is what pulled me out of treacherous waves that tried to drown me day in and day out.

“Ori...” I whispered, as my mind settled and the beating of my heart calmed until I felt only his touch and presence.

“Come here, Angel,” He whispered, reaching for my numb body. He looked for any signs of hesitation or denial from my side, and receiving none, he carefully wrapped his arms around me. He let me rest my head against his chest gently.

I listened to the soft beating of his heart, a peaceful sound that rocked me like a sweet lullaby if I was ever in need of sleep. There was a feeling of warmth and comfort within it; a touch from him and I was home, where I could block away anything and everything that tried to harm me. And I would do the same for him if anyone dared to harm a hair on his head.

The numbness in my arms and body broke; it melted away, and I freely let my arms wrap themselves around him. I pulled myself closer to the warmth he provided, trying to keep myself away from the fog that filled me with dread and darkness.

From my lack of speech, Ori understood there weren’t any words I could formulate right now, I only wanted the feel of him close to me, steadying me against the waves that tried to drown me each time.

And yet still Ori spoke, providing words, ones I wondered if I deserved.

“You’re loved and cared for. Please, do not let any convince you otherwise, Angel,” He almost pleaded with me, his thumb gently stroking my back, while the other hand drew soft circles, “There’s nothing wrong with you, it is the world that is wrong. It doesn’t know how to accept one another. It is flawed from the surface to its core. And the least we can do is shower it with kindness, and hope the receiving end will take it to heart and help another,” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, before continuing, “We can only do our part, and our part matters! That is why we should not change ourselves to the way the world tries to bend us. We cannot let the flawed world break who we are...”

I think I nodded at times, a part of the agreeing but the other part of me doubting, enough to let my fear and anxiety rise.

“Can I show you something?” Ori suddenly changed his words, smiling down at me. The soft espresso shades in his eyes shone beautifully, and it memorised me every time.

I frowned, but he simply reached over to my bag and took out my notebook.

Opening, the midsection, where words or scribbles of my inked pen had not touched, he smiled at me excited, holding the edging of a page, “Can I?”

With the excitement in his voice, I did not have the heart to deny him. From the light nod of my head, he immediately (and carelessly) ripped a page from my notebook.

I laughed as the stubborn page only cut halfway, leaving an odd-shaped oval in his hands.

He rolled his eyes and casted it aside for now, before ripping out another, carefully this time around, “Ori, what are you doing, my love?”

It was very unlike himself to suddenly rip a page from a notebook, “You will see,” Was all he said, quickly putting those expert hands to work, yes of course there was more than one use for them.

I watched with interest, now eager to know what he was up to as he folded the angles until they were pristine and sharp. He folded the little piece of paper from many sides, asking me to hold it at one point as he made sure everything was folded nearly.

It was only a moment later. I realised, he was crafting a ripped piece of paper into a little paper plane. Once again, checking all the sides and folding them with more might until he was sure they would stay in place, he turned to me, his eyes twinkling beautifully; they put the stars of the night sky to shame, “Ready?” He asked.

I nodded slowly, and he carefully lifted his hands the paper plane held with a soft grip, before he released it into the air. I watched, my eyes following its flight until it fell, no longer under any influence.

“We should to learn to fly like this over hardships and obstacles. And there will always be times where we crash,” He said, gesturing to the paper plane on the ground, then getting up to retrieve it again, “But the most important thing is that we keep trying, keep it going... no matter how many crashes we have, because in the end, you say, I did it, I have overcome it, now I deserve some ice cream!”

I laughed, rolling my eyes as Ori finished. Once he sat by my side again, he reached for my hand, letting us hold it together before we both released it into the breeze, letting it carry on with its journey.

And this whole time, Ori never stopped, always making me floating and souring, letting no fog cloud my mind and heart. He kept me loved and safe...

[inkandpen22]

Unlikely Allies (1/?)

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader 

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 2k

Part Summary: Y/N is the Telemarine Princess. She’s devoted to her family, including her uncle Miraz, who’s keeping many secrets from her. When her aunt gives birth to her cousin, her brother runs away, leaving Y/N lost... 

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Y/N

"Princess Y/N?" A faint voice appears in my dream. "Princess!" 

I wake up yawning and stretching out my limbs. I whine, what time is it? "Yes, what is it?" I grumble, rolling onto my side. 

"Your Royal Highness," the servant greets as they enter my room and I assume they bow. "It's your aunt, she's given birth!" 

I fly up from my laid position and immediately climb out of bed. "Take me there at once!" 

My maid rushes me to my aunt and uncle's bed-chamber. It's the early hours of the morning, but I don't care! A cousin! Finally! People travel in and out of the room as I turn the corner. Lord Glozelle stands outside the door, guarding it. 

He bows his head as I pass, "Your Royal Highness." 

I enter the chaotic room, utterly gleaming. A circle of people surrounds the bed, chatter high. 

"Auntie?" I make myself known. 

The crowd parts, allowing me a path. My aunt lays in her bed, holding my baby cousin. My uncle is beside her, smiling ear to ear as he stares down at the baby. 

My aunt looks up at me with a bright smile and waves me over. "Y/N! Come!" 

I hurry over to her side, settling down on the edge of their bed. The little boy is wrapped securely in a gray blanket. 

"Your cousin, a boy!" My uncle tells me, overjoyed. 

My aunt extends her arms out to me, handing me the child. He's utterly precious. The true Telemarine black hair is already on his tiny head. 

"Hello! You're so handsome!" I greet him, allowing his small hand to wrap around my finger. 

"Y/N, your aunt and I were talking," Uncle begins, glancing between me and his wife. "We would like you to be the Godmother." 

My eyes grow wide. "Truly?" 

"It would be our pleasure," Auntie giggles, placing her hand over mine. 

"I would be honored!" I laugh breathlessly. "Thank you, Uncle! Auntie!" 

Suddenly, fireworks erupt outside, signaling the start of the celebration. "A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has given Lord Miraz a son!" One of the guards announces from the tower to the village. 

"My Lord!" Lord Glozelle barges in frantically. He notices me and bows swiftly. "Your Royal Highness!" 

My uncle sighs, a tad annoyed by the interruption. "Yes, Lord Glozelle?" 

"It's Prince Caspian, he's gone!" 

"What!" I panic and hand the baby back to my aunt before I rise off the bed. "What do you mean gone?" 

"It'll be okay, Y/N. We'll find him," Uncle Miraz tries to assure me calmly as he stands.  

"Where is he?" I question the Lord. 

"My men say they saw him ride into the forest," Lord Glozelle informs. 

"What! No! He'll die!" I rush out. "There are Narnians!" 

"Those are mere superstitions, your tutor has plagued your mind!" My uncle laughs. "Narnians are extinct. Come Lord Glozelle, we'll begin the search immediately." My uncle stops at me, before departing. He brings his hand to my cheek gently with a comforting smile. "All will be well, Princess."

I nod, praying he's right. 

Satisfied, he departs with his men, the room shrinking in population.  I turn my attention to the balcony and the full moon. "Caspian..." I whisper my brother's name, praying he's alright and safe. 

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 A few days later... 

I ride toward the soldiers gathered by the river's side. I take notice of their wagons... they're empty, how odd. I dismount my horse and spot my uncle. 

"Uncle!" I call over, gaining his attention. 

I hurry over to him, Lord Gozelle, and the other members of Lord's council. They appear to be in a rather heated argument. 

"Is everything alright?" I question worriedly. "I was on a ride when your men told me to return to the palace." 

My uncle forces a convincing smile as he ushers me away from the men privately. "Yes, My Dear, I'm sorry to have frightened you." 

"You're not telling me something," I accuse knowingly. "Is it Caspian?" 

Caspian

Peter, Susan, and Trumpkin hide behind a pile of lumber, watching as my uncle and his men discover the mess we've left.  

"I say we shoot now," Trumpkin suggests. 

Susan preps her bow and arrow. That's when I see her, Y/N... my sister. 

"Wait!" I place my hand over Susan's arrow.  

"What is it?" She asks. 

Miraz ushers her away, his hand pressed to her back. Something's wrong. 

"My sister..." I mumble. 

"You have a sister?" Peter questions. 

"Y/N..." I whisper her name in a daze as I watch her. "She's speaking with my uncle." 

Out of my peripheral, I see Peter searching for her. I can tell when he does because his features shift from confusion to astonishment. 

Y/N

"Return to your ride. Everything is okay, promise!" Uncle Miraz guarantees. "My one request is that you stay out of the forest. Go straight to the palace." 

"It's Narnians, isn't it?" I interrogate enthusiastically as he escorts me to my horse. It would be the only reason the guard has been so jittery and anxious. "They do exist! Oh, I knew it!" 

"You and your fairytales," he laughs, helping up onto the saddle. "Be on your way, My Dear. I'll return shortly." 

"Alright, I'll go tend to your baby for you," I tease him, sending him a wink. 

Miraz

As I watch Y/N ride off down the path toward the castle as I asked, Lord Gozelle appears beside me. 

"You should tell her," he advises. 

"That her brother is a traitor and has brought back our greatest enemy" I shake my head, turning over my shoulder to join the Lords again. "No, it'll destroy her." 

"Why do you care for Y/N, but Caspian is dispensable?" 

"Y/N would never betray me," I state with utmost certainty. Then, I snicker. "Besides, she's a young lady. She can't take my throne." 

Y/N

I ride along the path that lines the forest. The trees blur as my horse gallops swiftly back to the castle. My mind is wandering with curiosity. Miraz tells me that there's nothing to be worried about, but I can't help and question whether this is true. Abruptly, a cloaked figure appears on the path, blocking my way. My horse becomes startled and I'm bucked off, hitting the dirt with a thud. The wind is knocked out of me and I struggle to catch my breath. The cloaked figure hurries over and grabs me, dragging me off the dirt path. 

"Get off of me!" I scream, thrashing about. "I am Her Royal Highness Princess Y/N! I will-" Then, the figure removes their hood and my eyes recognize my brother. "Caspian..." I whisper in disbelief. 

"Hello Y/N," he grins. 

"You're alive!" I fly up from my position, wrapping my arms around him frantically. Then, I fully process the news and pull back. "Wait until Miraz hears! He's been so worried!" 

"No, no!" He rushes out. "You mustn't tell him you've seen me! Y/N, he's behind all of this..." 

"What? No, no, that's impossible. He-" 

"When he learned he had a son, he sent assassins after me! I had to run!" He squeezes my shoulders urgently. "It's all true! Everything Dr. Cornelius taught us, it's all true!" 

My eyes grow wide, it can't be... "You mean about Narnians!" 

"Yes! Aslan, the Kings, and Queens of Old, it's all-" 

"Caspian, you can't just run off!" A male voice interrupts, followed by rushing footsteps. 

"What if Miraz..." A girl begins to shout, but as she, a boy, and a dwarf appear from behind the greenery briskly their eyes land on us. 

The dark-haired girl looks down at me strangely, as if she already hates me despite just meeting me. She seems like a know-it-all. I don't even know her name. The boy, tall and blonde, peers at me with parted lips. Surprise not easily hidden. The dwarf, well, he glares a lot. Two out of three already hate me. Caspian must be telling the truth, these truly are Narnians. 

Caspian glances between the two and myself. "Y/N, this is-" 

"Let me guess, High King Peter," I determine, meeting the boy's gaze. 

He appears more astonished than before if that's possible. What? Just because I'm a Telemarine doesn't mean I don't know the legends of Narnia. 

"You revealed yourself!" The girl huffs. "She's going to run and tell Miraz!" 

"Let me guess, Queen Susan," I remark a bit snarky as I help myself off the ground and brush myself down. "I wouldn't tell." 

"Are we just supposed to take your word for it?" Peter challenges. 

"Miraz may be my uncle, but Caspian is my only brother," I argue. 

"And your loyalty lies with your people, right? Am I wrong?" He presses further. 

"And you're loyal to the Narnians?" I snicker mockingly. "Last I checked you disappeared for over a thousand years." 

"Even the Telemarine Princess agrees with me," the dwarf huffs with a roll of the eyes. 

"At least my family didn't murder millions of innocent creatures," he fires back. 

I reach for the dagger resting on my belt and point it at the boy. "Take that back!" 

Fearless, he steps forward, directly in front of my blade. "Your entire empire is the reason Narnians are almost extinct!" 

"Our father wouldn't have harmed any creature!" I scream. 

Caspian wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. "Y/N, Y/N, calm down!" 

"Enough of this, we have to return to the camp," Peter announces assertively as he begins to march away. "Bring her." 

"No, we're not taking her with us!" Susan shouts. 

"We have to!" Peter argues over his shoulder.  

Caspian presses a hand to my back, leading me in the direction Peter is headed. 

"What? I'm not going!" I challenge. 

"Good!" Susan scoffs. 

"You must," Caspian tells me calmly. "You know of us now." 

"I rather drop dead," I fire back. 

"That can be arranged," Peter grumbles ahead. 

"Shall I send you back to wherever you came from?" I threaten the former High King. 

He turns over his shoulder with a glare. "Anything to be dimensions away from you." 

"Stop it!" Caspian finally breaks, looking back and forth between the two of us. "Please..." 

"Miraz will send the Lords after me! It's in your best interest to let me go!" I reason with them. 

"Perhaps she's right," Susan uncharacteristically agrees with me. "Caspian, we can see her another time. For now, we have to be smart." 

Caspian's clearly torn, an internal battle ensuing in his mind. "What if Miraz finds out we've been together. He may retaliate against you." 

I frown, "Miraz would never... he cares about me." 

"I'll formulate a plan," Peter interjects, causing my brother and me to look at him. "A few men and I will sneak into the castle in two days time. We'll stage it like a kidnapping to avoid any hostility toward Y/N from your uncle." 

"That gives me two days to prepare and learn what I can about what Uncle is planning," I try to convince Caspian. 

"Very well, but be careful until then," he practically begs, bringing me into a hug. 

"Goodbye Caspian," I mumble against his chest as I part from him. This is harder than I had expected. "Now go! Before any guards ride by!" 

He nods and begins to back away. "I'll come back for you!" 

Susan and Caspian run off in the opposite direction with Trumpkin. Peter lingers behind for a second, walking backward to follow them. "I'll send messages to you until it's time," he informs me. "Be ready!" 

I nod, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of what will happen in two nights. "Yes, alright," I manage to say with my voice shaking. 

He nods, satisfied with my response, before jogging off to join his sister and friends. I stand in the woods, alone, utterly dazed and confused. One minute I'm riding home, the next I'm reunited with my brother and learn that Narnians are alive. On top of that, everything about my life that's been concrete, such as my home in the castle and my love of my aunt and uncle are being taken away. My brother or my people? That's the question and I only have two days to figure out an answer. 

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the uptight softie;

lee jeno x reader

Jeno Lee, president of the student council here in college. He’s everything you’d expect a president to be. Uptight, firm, yet still kind and sweet with his gentle side that you wouldn’t expect to stand out till you actually bother to talk to him. Though he unwillingly got voted, he still has a reputation to keep up, therefore the reason for his stern nature, not wanting to slip at any point of his college life to keep his position and do anything that’ll benefit him in University.

genre. angst, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers

word count. 19.2k~ (someone stop me omg sshsjsj)

description. Money. It has always been tempting isn’t it? It’s what makes the world go round. In this life where circumstances could easily be tipped in favour of the rich and powerful, it’s no surprise when one day Jeno is met with a woman that struck up a deal for him to tame her daughter to earn money in return. He thought it was a simple job, till he came face to face with the girl he had to keep under control.

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It all started on a Tuesday. First week of the new school year. Jeno, being appointed as the new president of the student council, his first job was to plan a welcoming party for the new students fresh out of high school coming into their college.

“Can we please have alcohol?” Everyone’s heads turned to Ten in unison as his suggestion rang through the ears of the council members. With a sigh, Jeno leaned forward and covered his eyes with his hand for a moment before removing it and replying a, “Do you want me to be stripped of my position?” He questioned, not expecting a reply in return as he darted his eyes down on Ten.

“We can simply sneak it in though.” Jeno gaped his mouth open, lightly scoffing in disbelief as he heard his vice president even considering it as well. “You can’t be serious, Haechan.” Jeno leaned back into his chair, arms folded as the room fell silent. Everyone watched quietly while Jeno was deep in thought. He suddenly sprung back, sitting upright and placing his arms on the table, fingers clasped together in the most formal way possible.

“Only for the seniors.” Jeno scanned his eyes across the room, reading everyone’s expression that he couldn’t quite make out. Ten lets out a groan, slamming both hands palm down on the table. “Um hello? This party is for the freshmen for God’s sake. Why even allow alcohol when you’re only giving it to the seniors? No seniors will be there but us.” Ten rolled his eyes and huffed in exasperation. “We can get drunk anytime.”

Jeno turned his head to his next targets, aka the rest of the council. “What’s your say on this matter?” The four members, Mark, Winwin, Sungchan and Yangyang exchanged looks with each other. Jeno squinted his eyes while watching them send telepathic messages among them. None chose to reply Jeno. And so Mark was the only one to speak for the rest, saying, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Ten stood up, pushing his chair so far back that it made contact with the wall, hands on his hips as he tried to supress his anger, Haechan doing the same while sitting down and dropping his head on the table. Jeno confidently rose from his chair, the loud sound of him closing shut the clipboard he had for the meeting. “That’s settles it. Meeting’s over.” Jeno announced with a very small, almost invisible smirk.

Ten and Haechan groaned and sulked in disappointment together while the rest began to pack up. Jeno made his way to the door with a cunning smile on his face. Just as he was about to grab the door handle, the door was already flung open for him. “Maybe I speak to Mr. Lee?” Jeno looked at the person standing in front of him. It was a woman. A young and healthy woman in her forties. It seemed like she had everything designer. Clothes, handbag, accessories.

“Which one are you referring to?” Haechan shouted from the back, making Jeno glance over his shoulder and wanting to roll his eyes but refrained himself from doing so in front of the woman. “Mr. Lee Jeno, of course.” Haechan lets out a loud and shameless ‘tsk’. Jeno cleared his throat, moving his body aside to give way for the woman. “Come in. Guys please exit quickly, thank you.” The woman walked in and took a seat. Jeno waited for the rest to float out of the meeting room and sat back down in his original spot.

“So who are you and why have you come to visit me?” Jeno asked politely, placing his clipboard back on the table and looking at the woman who sat two seats away from him. “I have an urgent matter to discuss.” She began, and Jeno was all ears. “I assume you’re aware that there’s going to be a new transferee.” Jeno glanced sideways and nodded, remembering that he’s been informed on the matter before the start of the school year.

“And what about it?” The woman sighed, leaning in as she stared at Jeno. Not knowing how to react, he simply stared back. “The one that’s transferring is my daughter. And I’ll be straight up with you. She’s not the best student to have around.” Jeno arched his brow in a questioning manner upon hearing the description from the apparent mother of the transferee. “She’s hard to handle. A delinquent, in other terms.”

Jeno didn’t know what to reply. He’d be asking, “So what’s this got to do with me?” But the woman already answered that mental question of his, saying, “As president I think you’re the most suitable person to take care of her.” Jeno blinked his eyes rapidly. Heaving a silent sigh, he licked his lower lip and looked to the table for a moment. “You want me to keep an eye on her?” Jeno asked, inferring from her previous comment.

The woman sucked in her lips and nodded firmly. “She’s been moving from college to college and she never seems to stay for longer than a semester. I’m hoping to stop this by having her be tamed.” Jeno placed his hands firmly on his thighs, leaning in as the side of his lips crept up into a small smirk. “What do I get out of this?” Ah, of course. The golden question. What could Jeno do? He was genuinely curious. And he was never one to do something if it didn’t benefit him in some way.

“I’ll pay you for it.” Jeno couldn’t even bat an eye as her words went in his ears and settled in his mind. He couldn’t help but gap his mouth open ever so slightly. He knew the woman was rich. He began to think about just how much is she willing to pay for such a job. “She’s rich so I could negotiate with her.” Jeno thought to himself, clearly already intrigued.

“How much?” The woman raised both her eyebrows, as if surprised that she’s been asked that question. “Two thousand every month. I’m willing to pay more if you do a good job and she doesn’t get into trouble for the first half of the semester.” Jeno chuckled for a second, nodding his head as he began to felt happy. Looks like he didn’t need to negotiate after all. But he also wondered if she’s paying him this much due to how hard the job could be. Either way, blinded by money, Jeno placed his palm firmly on the table and whispered, “Deal.” with much determination.

I was out at a restaurant. And though I knew I had fo attend college soon, I didn’t give two shits. I simply ordered a ribeye steak for dinner and enjoyed the luxuries of spending the money in my credit card away into thin air.

I was just finishing my last bite when my phone dinged. Curious, I flipped my phone screen side up since I haven’t looked at it the moment I stepped into the restaurant. The sight of the notification had my eyes rolling even before I opened it. “College of NCT?” I questioned, reading over the words sent from my mother. So that’s the new college I’m attending. I didn’t even have time to mentally prepare. “Thanks for telling me so late.” I muttered, turning off my phone and shoving it in my pocket and left the restaurant after making my payment.

No one was at home, as per usual. My parents usually working late every single day. It feels as if they’re never home. I got ready for bed, getting comfortable and letting my body sink into the silk sheets and fluffy blanket. I spent the night scrolling through Instagram stories. Just then, I pressed my thumb down on the screen, making it stop on one specific story that a follower of mine posted.

“Isn’t that the college I’m suppose to go to?” I asked myself, squinting my eyes to get a clear view of the picture. It was a group of girls, and behind them was the college crest. I smacked my lips, nodding in affirmation after I confirmed it. I got curious, spending more time to observe her next few stories. I tilted my head in awe, watching as she took a video of herself preparing some party somewhere on campus.

I texted a reply to her story asking, “What are you guys preparing for?” I rolled over so that I was laying on my stomach, shoulders to my ears as I waited for her reply. A reply popped up, making me instantly click on it. I gaped my mouth open, a mischievous chuckle escaping. “A party for the freshmen? Well I’m not a freshman but it’s still a party.” With a shrug I laid back down, turning off my phone as taking a mental note of when the party was so that I could have my fun.

I knew very well I had classes to get to before the party but I simply chose to skip. It’s only the start of the year anyways so I assumed that there wasn’t anything important for me to know, except for the party of course. It’s held on a Friday night, like all parties do. I decided to wear something casual, a sweater and wide legged jeans, something that doesn’t scream, “This girl is from a rich family.” I had to blend in, right?

While taking my necessities on the kitchen counter, my eyes slowly went to the cabinet where my parents stored their alcohol. I looked left and right, as if I was being watched, thinking if I should grab a bottle. But, with a happy giggle, I skipped on over and slide open the glass door, eyes glazing over the many bottles of different alcohols. Without giving it much thought, I grabbed the bottle that seemed to have the largest cotent and shoved it into my bag and went off.

I had to the take the train here, of course, again keeping up with my theme of not looking rich. The number of eyes I’d be receiving if I were to roll into their parking lot with my white lamborghini would have been countless. I took slow steps to the gate, eyes looking over the whole campus to get a glimpse of it. With a sigh, I said, perhaps too loudly, “It looks exactly the same as every college!” I glanced over my shoulder, a few eyes on me as they walked past but I shrugged and continued walking.

Entering the school, it was pretty easy having to know where the party was. I just had to follow the large crowd of youngsters. Loud chatters could be heard all around me. The more steps I took to the venue, the more I began to think about what was I even doing here. It’s a party, yes. But what was I doing here with freshmen? I shook my head as if clearing slate, wanting to take this outing as, “I should get a feel for the college anyways.”

I stepped in. It was an outdoor party, fairy lights dangling from tree to tree, making the area illuminated with an orange hue. There were circular white tables all over and equally spaced apart. I flashed an unimpressed expression, eyes drooping and body slightly slouched as I gaped my mouth open. “The fuck kind of party is this?” I questioned with a shake of my head, pinching my temples as I hear the most boring party music that being played through the speakers.

I made my way over to the pantry first thing, grabbing a plate and shoving whatever food I could till it was full. I grabbed an empty cup from the side and started to walk around for a place to sit. As I looked around, disappointed started to wash over me. The party felt too formal, but it also wasn’t since there were people jumping and dancing to whatever gross music the DJ chose to play.

I took out the bottle of alcohol, realising I had pulled out vodka. Either way, with a shrug of my shoulders, I opened the bottle and poured at least half into the red cup, sliding the bottle back in my bag discreetly. I leaned forward, elbows on the table letting it support my upper body as I took slow bites of whatever food I had on my plate. I bobbed my head slowly, trying to get a liking for the music being played but I groaned in despair. “Who even is the DJ. Whatever they’re playing sucks.” I turned my head to where the DJ was, he was banging his head so furiously and partying as if it’s the best song he’s ever played.

“Must be Lucas then.” I flinched and jumped around at the voice behind my back. It was a guy. I observed him up and down, he looked like any regular student, except for the fact that he’s way above average in the attractiveness scale. “And who might you be?” I questioned with a smile, unconsciously lifting up my cup and taking a sip.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, weight being placed on one leg as he leaned back slightly. “Lee Donghyuck. But I should be the one asking you that, right? You don’t look like a student here.” Donghyuck tilted his head to the side, a smile cracking on his lips. I huffed, placing the cup down roughly on the table. “Well, I’m about to be.” He squinted his eyes at me as if he knew something but tried to keep a neutral face.

“Can you tell this Lucas guy to play something better? This does not feel like a party at all.” Donghyuck scoffed at my comment, nodding his head with much agreement. “Right?! There isn’t even any alcohol.” He whined, shaking his shoulders from left to right and scrunching his face up like an unhappy baby. “Want some?” I asked, jerking my head down to the cup. He blinked his eyes rapidly, peeking into the drink. “You bought vodka? How’d you even know there wasn’t going to be drinks here?”

I chuckled in response, eyes staring at the drink for a moment before going back to meeting his gaze. “Could say I have my ways. But with the knowledge that it’s a freshmen party, it’s pretty clear that there won’t be any alcohol.” I wanted to gag at the way I spoke that. I was sounding too formal explaining something so simple. “Whoever planned this party can suck on toes.”

Donghyuck laughed out loud, leaning back and holding his stomach. “Oh God finally someone said it! Lee Jeno is in fact the most boring president there is!” He continuously banged his fists on the table, bursting with glee as he made fun of whoever Lee Jeno was. Donghyuck grabbed my cup and finished the entirety of the vodka, hissing as he swallowed. “Well I don’t know who you are but have fun. Don’t worry I’ll try to change the DJ.” With a flirtatious wink, he sauntered off, disappearing into the crowd in a matter of seconds.

I poured myself another half cup, downing it sip by sip and pouring again. The cycle went on and I already feel it kicking in, head beginning to spin ever so slightly as I even struggled to stand up. “Fuck.” I whispered, thinking about how drunk I already was as I lost track of how much I’ve downed in the past hour. I looked around, my vision blurred with little to no focus. Suddenly, the song changed, a huge drop was about to hit. I bobbed my head with a giggle, the music finally being something I could actually jam to.

I glanced down at my phone when the crowd settled down. Squinting my eyes, I realise that it was getting close to twelve in the morning. I shoved my phone in my bag and took wary steps, unstable each time I walked past a person and having to touch their shoulder for support. I stopped by a tree, panting as if I’ve run two kilometres to get here. I wasn’t feeling good at all. The world that was spinning in my head suddenly shuts down as my ears blocked out every noise in my surroundings, my vision getting worse and worse. Maybe I shouldn’t have bought the vodka.

I suddenly began coughing, my stomach starting to churn as I gagged, feeling as if I’m about to vomit any minute. I released my grip off the tree trunk, placing both hands in my knees as I hunched over, continuously coughing. I was about to collapse when I was suddenly being held up by my waist. “Woah you good there?” I didn’t know who it was, nor did I care. I let my body go weak, legs unable to support me no longer. “Hey what do you think of birds that get shot-” And just like that, it came out. The vomit, I mean. All the food I’ve eaten, the vodka. I realised I vomited on this person’s shirt, making him let go of me and taking steps back in shock. And before I could even hear them say anything, I passed out unconscious.

I winced in pain the moment I gained my consciousness. My body couldn’t move an inch and my head was banging, only making me place a hand on my head with little to no hope that that’ll help with the dizziness even the slightest bit. I slowly fluttered my eyes open, closing them back instantly as I was being blinded the lights of wherever I was at.

I opened back my eyes slightly, seeing a few figures standing around and looking down on me. I swallowed, trying to sit up straight but instantly failing, dropping my head back on the couch. The door was suddenly slammed opened, making me flinch at the sudden shock that flowed throughout my body.

“What’s such a big matter than I had to be called here?” A guy with a low voice half-shouted. He sounded extremely furious. Another guy came bursting in, going past the angry one and standing right in front of me. I narrowed my eyes, focusing on one random spot to get my vision to focus. And once I did, I was met with the sight of a bunch of men. All of them being ridiculously attractive.

“The fuck am I dreaming? Suddenly I’m dreaming.” I said with a giggle, putting my hands up in front of me and opening them up as if showing a rainbow. All of them kept silent till the angry one heaved an annoyed sigh. “Who even is she?” He asked. The one beside him groaned, placing a palm on his forehead. “Didn’t you read my text?! She literally vomited on my shirt!”

“And if you aren’t aware, she’s not even from our school!” I furrowed my eyebrows, his shouting making my head hurt even worse. “Bitch shut up you’re too loud.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes and waving a lazy hand to no specific person. He scoffed and leaned forward as if wanting to throw a punch but was quickly held back.

I made eye contact with every one of them. They were looking right back, simply staring as if they don’t know what to do. “So you’re saying she crashed here, Ten?” Another person questioned. “Well she was drunk.” He replied, folding his arms and huffing. I noticed how the angry one kept looking at me. He had his eyes squinted and staring meticulously.

Jeno couldn’t help but try and put the pieces together. Someone that wasn’t from his school apparently crashed their freshmen party and she said she’s about to be part of the school. It became obvious to Jeno that she could be the woman’s daughter. He wasn’t told when she would start attending since he had forgotten to ask about that crucial information, but it seemed like he didn’t have to. However, being way too tired to handle such a problem...

“Why did you even bring her here? Send her out. If the higher ups find out, I’m dead, not you idiots. This is why I didn’t want to allow alcohol in the first place.” He growled, voice getting lower than before and sending a shiver down my spine. And he left the room as quickly as he got in. Everyone let out sighs of relief the moment he did, as if his presence were choking them to death. “What did he even mean by that? It’s not like she knew about the no alcohol rule.” One grumbled. “Because she’s not suppose to be here in the first place!”

“Can you stand?” One of them held their hand out. I grabbed it as they helped to pull me up, my back instantly slouching with bended knees to get my balance. “S-Should one of us send you home or?” He looked to the others, silently asking for either their help or their opinion. One of them shrugged and folded his arms. “Wait!” The guy I vomited on shouted.

“Did you say you aren’t from here but will he attending soon?” He leaned close to my face, to which I responded with a lean back. I blinked my eyes rapidly and nodded my head slowly, not sure of where he’s getting at. He immediately snapped his fingers as his mouth gaped open, so as his eyes as if a lightbulb appeared and glowed over his head. “You’re the transferee, aren’t you?!”

“What are you talking about, Ten?”

“Haechan I thought you knew about this? About the new student that’s transferring.” The person, now I remembered to be the Donghyuck I had a small conversation earlier, widened his eyes, flickering them from me to Ten. “Jeno didn’t tell me anything.” Ten groaned and shook his head. “Some vice president you are.” “Maybe Jeno doesn’t even know.”

“Winwin’s right. You can’t trust Ten. Who knows where he got this information.” “Twitter obviously.”“I’ll literally throw you off a building, Sungchan.”

Though I was still feeling a little sick in the stomach and head, it didn’t take me long to figure out what they’re talking about. Apparently Haechan is the vice president while I assumed this Jeno guy to be the president, with information from my previous chat Donghyuck, which now I knew to be Haechan. “Can I just sleep somewhere?” I croaked out, smacking my dried lips and running a hand through my hair. “I’ll do it.” The one that held my arm said, lifting his free hand up lazily. “Let’s go.”

I was taken to another room, which seemed to be a dorm. His room didn’t seem to look like a huge mess, but it wasn’t the cleanest either. He guided me through the door and settled me down on his bed. He went back to close the door and sat down on the floor, motioning his hand to the bed and saying, “You can sleep on my bed.” to which I responded with immediately plopping my body down and closing my eyes.

I was about to drift off to sleep when he suddenly cleared his throat, as if wanting to get my attention. I opened my eyes, seeing him sitting in front of me with his legs crossed and knees pulled to his chest. “Is it true that you’re the transferee Ten was talking about?” With a sigh, I nodded my head. “Why didn’t you come for your classes this week then?” Mark asked. “I’m lazy?” I replied with a light chuckle. “Honestly I don’t care. I just go when I feel like it.” I added on, shrugging. He pursed his lips into a thin line. “What course you taking?” “Biomedical science.”

“I’m Mark, by the way.” He introduced himself suddenly with a soft smile. I reciprocated it. “_____.” He looked around his room, seeming to be in thought. “Don’t worry about whatever just happened. We can settle it tomorrow.” He turned around, reaching his hand out to pull on a string that turned off the lamp light that was on when we stepped in. With that, I closed my eyes, instantly falling asleep the moment I did.

The next day, I was woken by the sunlight hitting my face, the windows and curtains that were closed last night now fully opened and lighting up the room. I took in my surroundings, spotting Mark sleeping on the floor, curled up with no pillows to hug or support his head. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and bending doen to tap Mark on the shoulder. “Good morning...?” I whispered.

I mentally chuckled to myself, thinking how I even ended up in such a situation. I came to a freshmen party, got drunk, got myself into trouble with a group of men I don’t even know. And now I was waking up in a dorm of a guy. He has still yet to wake up, so I shook his shoulder again, a little rougher this time. “Wake up.” I said, raising my voice slightly. I turned to my phone which was peeking from underneath the pillow to check the time. 10:05AM.

“Hey.” I shot my head back to Mark, who slowly got up with a grunt. He slouched his body forward and ruffled his messy hair vigorously. “Wait what time is it?” Mark asked, looking around frantically and patting his sweatpants for what I assumed to be his phone. “Chill it’s 10:05. I mean, unless you have morning classes.”

Mark placed a hand on his chest, exhaling slowly in relief. “No I don’t. Mine starts at one.” I clicked my tongue and nodded my head, taking in the irrelevant information. My phone dinged again, and it was from my mother. “Great. My mom found out about last night. How did she even know? I blocked her from my socials. And since when did she even care about what I do?” I thought to myself out loud, making Mark look at me and listening. “Sounds like you don’t have a good mother.” He commented. I scoffed at his words. “Well whatever you’re thinking just times that by a hundred.” Mark chuckled, standing up on his feet. 

Mark looked down on his phone, his eyes scanning down the screen quickly before he lifted his eyes up to me. “Get ready by twelve. I just got told to send you to Jeno.” He shoved his phone into his sweatpants, wanting to walk away but he stopped when I shouted out his name, turning around sharply and humming in question. 

“Is Jeno someone important...?” I asked, sounding somewhat scared. Mark chuckled lowly, scaring me even more like whatever words that were about to come out of his mouth would send me away from this school. “He’s... You could say an intimidating president of the student council. Like those bosses that tops everyone.” Mark described him carefully, the tone of admiration shining through slightly and thinking deep to find what other things about Jeno he could say. 

“But he’s fine when you actually know him. He just puts on his tense nature during meetings, which scares most of our council members only during those meetings. For your information, he was the one that came in the room we were at yesterday looking pissed and angry.”

I looked up, trying to recall last night’s disaster. I did refer to him as “angry guy” in my mind, but I never bothered to take a close look at him and remember how he looked. “Should I be worried? “Depends on how you act when you’re talking to him.” Mark replied quickly and turned around to walk away into the bathroom. 

I laid back on my bed, looking through my socials while waiting for him to finish showering. He came out after about ten minutes, now wearing jeans and a white shirt. Mark jerked his head to the bathroom, holding up the small towel he came out with and using it to dry his hair. I raised both my eyebrows and sat up, walking into the bathroom.

While showering I kept thinking about Jeno. I kept telling myself that I didn’t need to be scared, he didn’t sound scary at all. From the way Mark described him, I assumed he was like those “Hard Outer but Soft Inner” type of guy, which trust me I have met plenty of times. How could Jeno be any different? I had to wear the same clothes, which I found to be slightly uncomfortable but I just had to live with it till I move into the dorms. 

I followed behind Mark as he took me to where Jeno wanted to meet me. Mark gave a pat on the shoulder, leaning in and whispering a “Goodluck.” when we ended up in front of the door. As I heard Mark’s footsteps walking away and eventually disappearing, I looked up at the sign on the door. “Student council.” I clicked my tongue, shrugging and going in without giving much thought. 

The moment I stepped foot into the room, I felt it. I felt what Mark meant by his aura scaring the council members. The room was overpowered by the energy Jeno was radiating. I stared at him, not moving an inch. He didn’t move as well, simply sitting casually as his eyes met mine. It sent chills down my spine, just his stare alone. It felt as if I was being stripped with him scrutinizing my every physical detail. “Hey.” Jeno greeted. Surprisingly, it sounded light and normal. But who knows? It could just be for this one greeting. 

I idled my way to the chairs, looking around I recognised this room. It was the one I woke up in last night when I was being surrounded by a whole gang. I slowly pulled out the chair and took the seat right next to him. I didn’t know I could be this intimidated. No words were yet to be said, and with each second that passed by, I wished that I could just melt and disappear from this place. 

“I didn’t call you here to interrogate you about what happened last night. Though I found it odd how you came waltzing into the freshmen party that you weren’t invited to and caused yourself trouble.” Jeno leaned forward against the table, forearms up with his fingers interlocked and parallel to the table. I furrowed my eyebrows, forehead creased. I gulped, allowing myself some leeway from my tensed up posture to slouch my body into the seat. “Uh so do you need me to explain or-”

“No. I just need you to move into the dorm at building A, level five, dorm number fifty six tomorrow and start coming for class. From what I know, you skipped every single one this week. I don’t think that a good way to start the year, don’t you agree?” I didn’t quite know what to pick up from the way he was talking. It sounded professional, yet sending me a mental message that said, “I didn’t want to be here but oh look.” He could even sound like the leader of a wolf pack, if wolves could ever talk.

I stared into his dark, soulless eyes. I could see the annoyance in there like it’s lodged in his pupils. But he tried to keep it hidden with neutral expression. “I might not do the latter.” I said with a bob of my shoulders, as if I did not give a single care for the world, which to some extend, was true. “In fact I could pack my shit up and fly to London tonight.” 

“Too bad. I don’t think that’ll be happening. Doing background research, I got to know that we’re taking the same course. And if I don’t see you in class next Monday, I can easily call backup and drag you into class.” Jeno placed a finger upright on the table, leaning in as his eyes widened and narrowed down on me, making him the only thing in my focus and preventing me from breaking our gaze. 

The more I stared at him, the more my eyes trailed to not just his eyes that looked like a puppy’s, but his other features, from his hair to his nose and to his lips, which were all in perfect proportion within a beautifully sculptured face structure. I had to admit, he was attractive, more attractive than other guys I’ve been in contact with, he was however more to the cuter side. I wondered how I even passed such a face last night. But his face did not match his attitude at all. He had the look of someone bubbly and just simply adorable, not whatever he’s been radiating.

“Fuck what are you? My bodyguard or something? I do what I want.” I said, pushing the thought of his attractiveness out of my mind. The corner of his lips lifted up slightly. “Not while you’re here.” I leaned back, copying his expression as I scoffed in amusement. “Yeah sure.” I waved my hands in the air as if wanting to spread my sarcasm throughout the room. “If there isn’t anything else to discuss...” I trailed off, pushing my chair back freely and standing up, taking slow and relaxed strides to the door. I opened it and went out, just when the door was about to close behind me, Jeno shouted, “Monday, ten am!” the door slamming shut after. 

I let out a ‘tsk’ and rolled my eyes, something I wasn’t able to do moments ago. “Drag me there, Mr. Lee Jeno.” I grumbled under my breath, folding my arms and making my way off campus, taking out my phone as I called my helper to get all my stuff moved to my designated dorm while I thought about what to eat for lunch. 

I spent the weekend locked up in the dorm, to which I realised was much smaller than my room back home. But what did I expect anyways? I had to limit the things I had to bring here by at least a quarter, which led me to having a headache since I had to prioritize what I needed. I was simply online shopping, mostly for clothes and books. I already had my dorm tidied up too. I was just about to hit the confirm order button when it suddenly didn’t work. I keyed in my credit card information again, the same bolded in red error sign popping up on my computer. I huffed loudly, knowing exactly why this happened. 

“Why did you deactivate my credit card?” I asked angrily the moment my mother picked up the phone. She gave me a long pause, to which fueled my anger more the longer she kept silent. “You’ve been spending too much money when you’re suppose to be concentrating in school.” I squinted my eyes which are still on the computer. I swung my chair around and away from the computer, crossing my legs as I let my free hand dangle off the arm rest. “What does money have to do with me concentrating in school?”

“I’m saying it’s a distraction and I’m not having you do anything that’ll keep you distracted from your studies.” And just like that, she hung up. I brought my phone back down from my ear, letting it drop on my lap as I leaned my head back, letting out an exaggerated groan. “How am I suppose to buy lunch without my card?” I suddenly asked myself, remembering the fact that I went cashless instantly when I got my card. I turned my chair back to my study table and reached my hand out for my wallet. I opened it quickly, placing my hand above my head at the sight. “Barely five dollars? Shit...” 

I smacked my lips, looking around the room as I thought about what to do to solve this matter. Did my mom not take into consideration that I could be starving to death? I might as well do so and die of starvation. “What the hell are my options?” I questioned myself out loud. I was suddenly in a trance, my mind making calculations all over as I tried to lay out all the possible things I could do. Yes, I was this serious since I was that desperate for food right at that moment. I cursed, jumping off my chair and sliding my phone into the pocket of my hoodie and storming out of the door.

I paused in front of the door, the same sign on it sending my migraines if I were to look at it for any longer. I shook my head and burst the door open. To my surprise and luck, Jeno was sitting at the table, head tilted down and not giving a single reaction to my entrance. Silence filled the room for a moment till he spoke out, “Who are you to think you can come walking in here without knocking?” As if the world was put on slow motion, Jeno lifted his eyes off the table and to me, his head not moving at all as he pierced his gaze into mine like a sharp blade. 

“Got a little situation for you.” I placed emphasis on the word ‘little’ to lighten the mood but I gave myself a mental slap afterwards, thinking that I gave off an impression to make it seem like it was a bigger problem than I intended it to be. But to be fair, it was a big problem. It was a food problem for God’s sake.

Jeno didn’t give me a reply, still staring at me, stern and fixated on me like he’d turn me to stone. “Apparently my mom deactivated my credit card and now I have zero money on me and I’m hungry.” Jeno raised an eyebrow at the matter, giving off the “So what?” kind of vibes which is absolutely not welcoming at all. 

“And?” Jeno let out, his eyes now back on the table as he began to write something down. I sighed, glancing sideways as I thought about how much I was hating this. The atmosphere, the air that circulated the room could suffocate me till I stopped breathing, it was way too tense for my liking. “Yeah well uh you’re the only person I know so yes I’m asking you for money. I want my lunch.” I blurted out quickly, wanting to get it out there in his face. Jeno released his grip on his pen midair, letting it fall to the table. He shot is eyes up to be like rubber bands, a scrutinized expression painted on his face. “Seriously? That’s what you came here for? You could have asked anyone.”

Jeno regretted letting that out. He remembered that his job was to take care of this girl, as much as he was annoyed at the fact that he was burdened with such a matter, he had his mind set on the money, letting that being the reason for him to put up with this and not burst his head off from the annoyance he keeps getting whenever she showed up. 

“Fine. But get your mother to settle this soon. And you’re paying me back after.” Jeno reached for his phone out of his back pocket, and while he scrolled his thumb down the screen, his eyes went back to me, making me tense my body up again. “Sit down?” Jeno questioned, but it was more of a demand. I quickly cleared my throat, glancing sideways before speeding up to take a seat at the exact some spot as yesterday. 

We ordered take out and when it arrived, we were eating in pure silence, only the sounds of us munching and chewing to be heard. I watched as Jeno did his work while he ate, pen in one hand, hamburger on the other. The hamburger was close to his mouth as he kept taking a bite even though he has yet to swallow whatever’s left, resulting in his cheeks puffing up and chewing with his mouth full. 

“What work you doing?” I asked out of curiosity, leaning in and peeking at the papers. It didn’t take me long to notice that it was related to the course I’m taking. Jen sighed, only speaking once he was done with his bite. “Assignments. You wouldn’t know since you have yet to attend class.” He mentioned it again, his words that were repeated sounding more harsh than it did before like he’s drilling it in my brain and wanting to pressure me. 

“Jeez...” I mumbled, purposely making it loud for him to hear as I watch him roll his eyes in annoyance, which made him look cute if we’re being honest. “Then why do it in the student council room when you can just do it at your dorm?” I asked another question, sounding like those annoying children that just keeps throwing questions at you. And if you were short tempered, you’d explode trying to talk to them. “Because I have president duties to take care of as well.” Jeno replied in the most monotone voice ever. “Will you actually drag me to class if I chose not to go?”

“I don’t care if you have the will to go or not. I’ll drag your brain and body to the lecture hall if I needed to.” Jeno was quick to reply, I could tell he was already ticked off by me. I finished my drink, the sound that came from sucking air through the straw of an empty cup now filling the room. “If you don’t know, you have quite the reputation, especially on Twitter. If you don’t want to blow up with an image of me forcing you into class, I suggest you go willingly.” Jeno added on, clicking his pen and placing it down on the table as he leaned into his chair, a satisfied look in his eyes as he stared at his work. 

“Fine. I’ll go. If you feed me lunch every day we have class.” Jeno scoffed at my comment, his tongue glazing over his upper teeth as he eyed me up and down. “You are aware that you are paying back for the food I buy just so you’ll attend class, right?” I puckered my lips, thinking it over. “Then my decision to go is still on hold.” I flashed a cheeky eye smile at him, giggling softly as I played around with the empty cup in my hand. Jeno squinted his eyes on me, shaking his head afterwards. “You can go once you’re finished. And take the trash out when you do.” Jeno jerked his chin up to the door. He was well aware that I was done with my food, I guess he wanted me out as quickly as possible, that I could infer. 

I rose up from my seat and grabbed the plastic bags, exiting the room and closing the door behind me. While I went to the trashcan, I thought about how I was actually considering to go to class, thinking about how I could see this emotionless guy with pent up anger burst into flames if I tried to annoy him more. But in the end, it all came down to whether I would have enough energy to leave my bed in the morning.

I ended up sleeping very late that day, close to four in the morning actually. Spending those hours with reading and also falling down the rabbit hole of Youtube’s late night algorithm because once you start, it’ll never end. Despite the late hour that I fell asleep, I was still able to wake up before ten. I realised it was eight, making me roll in my bed and groaning in despair. I kept thinking to myself how did I even wake up this early and why? For one, I wished that I overslept so I wouldn’t have to attend class. But then I remembered the huge problem I had to deal with if I chose to do so.

After scrolling through my socials for a bit, I rolled out of bed, practically falling to the floor right affer since I have yet to gather any energy for my tired body and dragged my feet unwillingly to the bathroom to get ready. I didn’t know what to bring for class. I stared at the stack of books on my study table while I had my bag wide open after I shoved my other necessities in. I scratched my head. “Why do I do this?” I muttered to myself and simply grabbed the book at the top of the stack and went out.

Knowing which lecture hall to get to thanks to my mother informing me way before I even step foot into college, it was easy for me to find it and head in. There weren’t many people, I’d assume about ten scattered throughout the seats. I shrugged and planned to seat somewhere close to the back, however I ended up sitting at the second last row. I noticed how I had plenty of time before class but not enough for me to do anything outside. Not knowing what to do, I shoved in my earpiece into my ears and listened to music, opening the first page of the textbook I bought and making small doodles on the cover page.

As if on cue, the moment I looked up from the textbook, my hand still on it with my pencil just hovering, Jeno walked in. And it’s as if the whole hall turned into a runway. All the lights in the room were switched off, with one light to shine on him and only him. The light above hovered over him as he went up the flight of stairs.

To my surprise, he was wearing a green tropical button up, tucked into his black jeans along with black sneakers. All of it made his seemingly perfect body proportion prominent. His black hair that seemed to capture all the light was expertly slicked back with just a few strands falling down his forehead. Just as he walked past my row of seats, his eyes glanced to mine, and for a moment time stopped, he was frozen mid-walk as we made eye contact. I hate to admit it but, he did look effortlessly stunning.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, shaking my head to take myself back to reality. I turned my head to the back, Jeno was already sitting right behind me. He exhaled sharply while removing his bag off his shoulder. He mouthed something that I couldn’t make out since my music was overpowering every sound in the world. I widened my eyes and took one side off, asking, “What did you say?”

“Congratulations on coming.” Jeno said in the most non-celebratory tone ever. I slide my back down the seat, legs extending as I resumed my doodle of an eye. I could hear Jeno shuffling in his seat as he tried to take out whatever he needed for class. “We aren’t using that textbook, by the way.” I snapped my head back to face him. “Seriously?” Jeno scoffed and folded his arms, shoulders relaxed as he leaned back. “That textbook contains chapters five to ten. We’re only at chapter one, which is in the book before.” Jeno tilted his head to one side, a cunning and smile of mischief forming on his face. “Do you not bother knowing beforehand what the hell you’re learning this semester?”

I shook my head confidently at his question that I assumed wasn’t supposed to have a reply. “Never bothered.” I simply said. The lecturer walked in and class started. For the whole two hours, I was on my phone, reading, drawing, whatever the professor has said went in one ear and out the other. But I did try to take in some information, though I knew nothing about what’s been going on.

After class, I waited for everyone to leave, not wanting to handle the fact that I need to squeeze my way through everyone to get out the door. I was about to stand up when a hand was placed firmly on my table, which made me stop in my actions to look up, seeing it was Jeno. “What the hell-”

“Did you understand anything that he went through?” Jeno jerked his head to be back where the professor was still there packing his stuff. I sat back down, hand lifted up to swirl it around carefree. “Eh here and there. Some things I knew from last year.” I said with a shrug. Jeno nodded his head with sucked lips. “I’m surprised you even bothered listening. All I saw you do was using your phone and drawing.” I chuckled. “I chose to do Biomedical for a reason.”

“Anyways, you need to catch up on whatever you missed since we have a mini quiz that’s coming soon and I’m well aware that you only know five percent of whatever’s going to be tested.” I gaped my mouth open in pure shock with protuberant eyes. “Mini quiz?! It’s only January!” I raised my voice slightly, being wary as I waited for the professor to walk out.

“We have a quiz at the end of every month.” My mouth was hung open as this point, jaw to the floor as I blinked my eyes rapidly after. “None of the colleges I’ve been to even do that!” I was now able to shout, echos being followed up with it as it spreads throughout the hall. “Well now you know.” Jeno retorted back with a halfhearted smile.

“So what do I go to the council room or something?” I questioned with raised brows. Jeno suddenly slammed a sticky note on my table, I glanced down at it before looking back at him. “Come to this address at six. I’ll teach you from there. And bring the right textbook.” Just like that, he turned around sharply and walked out of the hall, though it didn’t look like a dramatic exit, to me it was.

I peeled the sticky note off my table, inspecting it closely as I read the address that Jeno wrote in such a neat handwriting, but it made sense for him to write like that. I could tell from his character. Curious, I decided to search it up while I made my way back to the dorm. Sliding the sticky note into my pocket, I read whatever was on the screen the moment Google finished loading.

“Wait it’s a tutoring centre?” I tilted my head a few degress as the name of the address I keyed in was shown on screen. I began to wonder why he wanted to teach me at a tuition centre when I could simply go to his dorm, or the council room. Though I was thinking long and hard about it, the moment I entered my dorm, it completely went out my mind and plopped myself onto my bed, getting comfortable as I fell asleep instantly when I closed my eyes.

It has always been a routine of mine to take an afternoon nap. I did wake up at three but went back to sleep since I felt that it was too early for me to get up. I knew that the tutoring centre was within walking distance so I didn’t have to rush either. I woke up for the second time, seeing that it was five fifteen. Though I knew I had time, I decided to head out and make a trip to Starbucks before I went there.

I got my drink and I was able to arrive at the centre right on time. When I entered, I was completely clueless, I didn’t know where Jeno was and all I could see were rooms after rooms. I went up to the font desk where there was a woman sitting down. “Um hi can I know where Lee Jeno is?” She flashed a warm smile and motioned her hand toward the hallway. “Right down there. Just find room twenty four.” I downshifted my head as a way to say thank you and followed the direction of her hand.

I looked left and right, trying to find the room number. I finally spotted it, walking up and peeking my head at the window on the door that gave me view on the inside. What I saw shocked me. The room was filled with kids, sitting down and concentrating on their own work while Jeno was at the front of the room, with a boy next to him.

I knocked on the door and walked in, never really thought about waiting for him to say, “Come in.” The kids has their heads turned to me for only a moment before going back to their work, not giving me my entrance much thought. “You guys can pack up and leave now! Don’t study too hard and make sure you rest, okay?”

“Yes, Jeno!” With that, the room got noisy with the kids talking to each other while they packed their bags. I went deeper into the room the give them space to leave. It was now only Jeno the kid next to Jeno that has yet to leave. I couldn’t help but get close to them to see what they were doing.

I gaped my mouth in awe, realising that Jeno was teaching the young boy. Jeno had his arm around the boy’s shoulder, having to be on his knees to meet the height of the boy while he bent his back forward to put his face next to his. The boy was extremely attentive while Jeno gave out clear explanations. I noticed a few things about Jeno while I was watching this. One, he’s nothing like how he is in college. He seemed bright and nice, gentle with the kids. Two, he’s extremely smart. Of course he would be. He’s working at a tutoring centre teaching kids. Three, I saw him smile for the first time.

Jeno helped the boy pack his bag and when he was about to leave, he turned around, waving his hand happily to Jeno. Jeno did the same, and when I turned my head from the boy to him, he had such a big smile, a smile to wide that his eyes formed a thin line. His smiling face resembled so much of a puppy’s. It shocked me to see this side of him, a completely new one that seemed to only be reserved within these walls. “Bye bye!” The boy squealed, closing the door behind him.

Jeno walked back to the front seat, taking out the textbook as well as his stationery. He looked up to me. “Aren’t you going to sit down?” And Jeno was back to being his usual self, turning to stone real quick as if none of his cheerfulness happened moments ago with the kids. I placed my coffee on the table and sat next to him. “You’re working here?” I asked very slowly, almost in a “I refuse to believe this is true” tone.

He nodded his head in response. “Part time. They let me use the room after my shift so I usually study here.” Jeno, despite being tall and having his knees to his chest while sitting on the kid sized chair, seemed comfortable and he pulled it in to get closer to the table. Jeno began teaching me and as expected, he thought me well, better than the professor actually. He sounded quite lively, again being different from his regular stoned nature as he had an aura that every kid would love their teachers to have. “So do you get it now?”

“No.” “Are you fucking serious?” “Yes.”

Jeno was instantly frustrated. He suddenly took his bag from the side, taking out packets of what seemed to be gummy bears and other types of jellies and throwing his bag back down. He opened a packet furiously and began eating at such a fast rate. “What are you doing?” I asked, eyes widening as I watch him plop one gummy bear into his mouth at a time. “Stress eating, what do you think?” Jeno growled with a roll of his eyes. I brought my head forward, mouth closed and not knowing what to say.

Worried, I quickly let out a, “Oh my God stop I was joking. I heard everything you say! Stop the...” I said while swirling my hand in front of him. “Stress eating.” I finished my sentence. Jeno took in a deep breath and slammed the already finished packet on the table. His eyes trailed from the packet and to me very slowly. “I would’ve killed you if you actually wasted two hours of my time.” Jeno said lowly, his voice never failed to make me shiver as if it sent ice cold water down my body.

“Can I have one...” I asked, not being considerate about the fact that I sent Jeno on a stress eating spree seconds ago. “No.” He quickly replied, and I couldn’t help but frown, looking down on the table. He suddenly slid a packet in front of me, making me mutter, “Thanks.” while the two of us ate in silence after.

We lost track of time, and though the air that circulated us was silent most of the time, we did have chats here and there in attemps to fill in the awkward gaps. I suddenly remembered something, making me let out an “Ah” to which Jeno responded with a hum in question. I took out my wallet and slid out the cash that I took out before coming here. “For yesterday’s lunch.” I muttered. Jeno took the money without saying a word, putting it in his wallet and placing it on the table next to him. “When’s our next class?”

Jeno looked up thoughtfully before answering. “Thursday.” He replied. “Do you have anything to do before then?” Jeno clicked his tongue, nodding. “Of course I do. I need to take care of admin matters, and work.” Jeno talked as if he had a lot on his plate, to which I can clearly see. If he wasn’t studying, he’d be teaching. If he’s not doing either, he still had duties to fulfill as the president.

“Can I follow you around then?” Jeno gave me an unimpressed look. “You could be studying.” I groaned, letting my head fall to the table with my arms below for support. “Can I call you if I don’t know anything?” I questioned, shooting my head up to look at him, who had been staring at me since long ago.

“Why would you need to when I already laid it all out for you just now? Unless you weren’t listening.” Jeno slowly opened another packet of gummies. He was probably on his fifth one at this point. “I still need your number? You’re the only person I know in our course.” I said with a frown, which unconsciously turned into a pout. Jeno arched a brow at me. “I know your number. I’ll just text you later.” I hummed in response, nodding and placing my chin on the palm of my hand as I shoved gummy after gummy into my mouth.

The first quiz of the year was coming in two days. And if we’re being honest, I didn’t do any studying for it at all. The last time I concentrated on something was the time Jeno thought me for those two hours. I got home that night and looked through the notes I’ve taken down but that was the last time I saw it. I’m assuming it’s somewhere in my bag, but I was too lazy to search for it.

I laid down on my bed, boredom being the only thing I’ve been feeling these days as for one, my mother’s keeping track of my spendings which means that I can’t simply go out and do whatever I want, though I did went to an ice cream shop that sold an overly priced ice cream that I wanted to try out. I was disappointed that it didn’t live up to the hype I saw on Instagram. And for two, I had nothing to do. Sure, I had the money. But nowhere to go.

I scrolled through my contacts, which weren’t many to begin with since I wasn’t able to make friends from the constant transfers of schools. I then stopped on Jeno’s. I went over to Whatsapp where he sent a “Hey.” The night after the tutoring session. I replied back but he left me on read never bothered replying still, to which I muttered, “Rude.” as I looked at the two blue ticks beside my last text.

I decided to text him, asking “You free?” I checked his last seen. He was online two minutes ago. Surely, he’d get my notification. Luckily he did, he went online and blue ticked my text. As I watch the words “Typing...” just below his name, my heart starting beating faster ever so slightly for some reason. Why was I even getting nervous?

“Yeah. Why?” I could already hear his monotone voice that read those two words for me in my head. I was quick to reply with a, “Help me study for the quiz on Thursday.” He took about ten minutes to reply. “No. I taught you everything already.” I scrunched up my face at his reaction. What answer was I even thinking? I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

I never met Jeno after that one day. He came in and out of classes as if I was invisible, simply carrying on with whatever he’s been doing before I came here. Though I felt quite lonely, how could I blame him? I’d be too annoying for him to even tolerate.

“Please!” I texted, purposely sounding desperate. “Or else I’m skipping and I don’t have to take the test.” I giggled like a child that stole candy from her friend, wanting to see if I made an impression on him through text. Jeno replied so fast, making me laugh out loud. “Do you not care about your grades? It’s the first quiz and you’re already skipping. Do you want my hardwork of teaching you go to waste?” He sounded mad as I read that, oh he was definitely mad.

I quickly texted a reply. “Then teach me.” I sent a wink emoji after. Seconds later, he said, “Library, twelve am. Gtg, got a meeting.” I laughed to myself, nodding my head while I placed my phone screen down beside my pillow while I reach for my book from the study table to resume my day reading like how I’ve wasted the rest of my days.

It was late into the night. And at this time of the day, I wouldn’t actually have the brain power to even study. But I guess that Jeno was way too busy that he was only free. I was beginning to feel bad for calling him over to the library this late. Some students were still studying though. The library was dark with only the light at their table switched on, making the whole place just barely lit. I sat down at a random spot. I didn’t bother to bring my textbook since I had everything I needed to know in my notebook.

I heard the door open, and came walking in was Jeno. His outfit instantly caught my eye. This late into the night and he was wearing a loose baby pink suit, baggy blazer and dress pants. His hair that I assumed to be slicked back now all messy and in disarray. He scanned his eyes over the library and instantly spotted me, our eyes locking the whole way as he came to sit down.

“Thank for inviting me this late.” Jeno whispered, though his sarcasm was screaming loudly through his words. I took a moment to simply look at him. He looked tired, worn out. He ruffled his hair, nothing to give it support no longer as he tried to tame the messiness even the slightest bit. He ran a hand down his face as he exhaled. “So.” Jeno started, wasting no time.

Two of us sighed in unison, leaning back into our seats while I picked my phone up from the side to check the time. “One thirty. That’s not too bad.” I said with a shrug. Jeno was scratching the crown of his head, closing his eyes. I couldn’t help but had my eyes superglued to him this whole time. Something about “tired Jeno” just hit different.

“Did you do this on purpose?” Jeno suddenly asked, eyes flying open and darting it down to me. I leaned back, hands in the air swiftly in defence. “Maybe. But! I genuinely needed help in concentrating.” I raised both brows, my lips forming an upside down smile. “So what you can only concentrate when you’re with me?” Jeno questioned again, his voice making it seem like he was putting me on interrogation.

I bobbed my shoulders. “Perhaps so.” “Quick of you to assume that when it’s only been one month.” Jeno said with a smile that didn’t seem like a happy one but rather mischievous and cold. “What have you been doing the whole day wearing... that.” I asked, pointing to the suit he’s still wearing. It was only now that I noticed how he had the first three buttons of his white botton up opened, exposing his skin with his collarbone peeking out ever so slightly. I guess it had been covered by the blazer this whole time.

“Meetings. Haechan wanted us to start dressing formally for who knows what reason. Trying to act like we’re office workers or some shit when he can’t even handle being a vice.” Jeno complained, pressing the side of his hand to his eyebrows to shield his eyes and sighing. “You look fashionable so I guess it’s not all that bad.” I encourage with a nervous chuckle.

“At least we got through whatever we need to know today. We can spend the rest of the day doing nothing.” I blinked my widened eyes rapidly at him. “You’re free tomorrow?” Jeno nodded after pursing his lips into a thin line. “That’s rare.” I said, as if I knew him more than a month.

I went into the hall feeling confident about taking the quiz. To be honest, the topic wasn’t that hard. I am in fact smart, it’s just that I never bothered about my grades and reputation so I laid it off most of the time, like those students who study the day before the exam yet still achieve the highest of marks.

I was waiting for the professor to come in when Jeno came strolling in, the door flung open and I couldn’t believe what’s in my vision. Jeno dyed his hair, and not just any colour, he dyed it a bright baby blue. He stood out so much he was sticking out like a sore thumb. To add on, he wore a blue blazer with jeans to match his hair. He doesn’t even look like he’s taking a quiz today.

Just like everyone else in the hall, I had my eyes on him while he made his way to take his usual seat right behind me. And when he plopped down on his seat, I gaped my mouth extra wide in front of him and scoffed, my eyes trailing up to his hair. “I can’t believe this. You dyed your such in such a colour!” I shouted, maybe too loudly.

Jeno tilted his head downwards and constantly ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it and combing it, going back and forth with the two motions. “Why did you even-” “Tell you later. He’s here.” Jeno jerked his chin to the bottom of the hall when the professor came in. We did the quiz and resumed with the lecture. Luckily for me, I bought the right textbook this time as was able to follow up with the professor. We ended class as I instantly turned around to look at Jeno, still shocked at his drastic change in hair colour, but also impressed by how good it looked on him.

I noticed how most of the girls kept turning their heads to Jeno while they make their way out of the hall, constant whispers and mutters filled the room till everyone got out. “Mm you seem to be popular.” I said, placing my stationary into my bag. Jeno was packing up as well, standing up with a sigh that lasted three days.

“So why did you decide to suddenly dye your hair?” I asked as I closely followed next to Jeno while we went down the flight of stairs. “Are you like those girls on TikTok who dye their hair when they’re stressed out?” I added on, laughing softly after as I shifted all my hair to fall on my right shoulder.

“What? No. I had a party with the council last night. I was dared to dye my hair. They picked the colour.” Jeno said out. “Congratulations, by the way.” I tilted my head up to him, an eyebrow raised. “Why?”

“Because you didn’t do anything to get in trouble this month, excluding the freshmen party incident, as well as annoying me practically every time we meet.” I laughed, nudging him on the shoulder to make him look at me since he’s had his face looking forward the whole time on our way back to the dorms.

“At least I annoy you in a good way.” I said after Jeno looked down and locked eyes with me for a brief moment. I couldn’t help but notice how he smiled ever so softly before he broke away our gaze, a smile so small ot was almost invisible but I still saw it either way.

Jeno and I had this system of having me coming over to the tutoring centre for us to simply go over whatever we were taught that week. Surprisingly, but also not so, I did well on the quiz. Jeno and I continued to have these meetups. And though I thought it was only for studying purposes, I realised how I was focused, not because I had to study, but the fact that Jeno looked breathtaking almost everyday.

Generally, I’d be skipping and dodging every attempt from my mother forcing me to focus on schoolwork. Tutors, actual professors coming over to our home to teach when I’d be running off somewhere not wanting to deal with it. I didn’t feel that with Jeno. “Looks like you know everything.” I realised Jeno was talking and I came zinging back to attention. I nodded my head with a chuckle. “This is an easy chapter to be fair.” I bragged, twirling my pen between finger to finger. We packed our stuff and left the centre, going our separate ways after bidding each other goodnight.

Jeno watched her walk further and further into the distance till her figure grew smaller and finally disappeared when she turned the corner. Jeno looked down his phone, the message from her mother that was sent two hours ago still have yet to be opened. He unlocked his phone, texting a “Got it.” Before making his way over to the address that she sent.

It was a secluded café, hidden in the deeper parts of the neighbourhood where not many would pass by and visit. Jeno saw her sitting by the window, casually sipping on her drink. Jeno took in a deep breath before entering. He quickly made his way over to her, taking the seat opposite. “So.” Jeno exhaled sharply. “The money?” The woman nodded her head and cleared her throat. “I’ll have it wired to you after we’re done here.”

“Then why did you want to meet me?” Jeno tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. He watched the woman as she sat up straight and placed her hands on her knees. “I just wanted to ask how she’s been doing.” The woman said. Jeno clicked his tongue, nodding his head and glancing sideways before answering, “It wasn’t easy, but worth the money I’m about to get.”

Jeno thought about just how fast time flew by, especially when he was with her. They didn’t even hang out much, just pure study sessions at his part time work place. They never once hung out with a purpose outside of studying, though they’ve been doing it for months. Just like that, the first semester had already ended. At that moment Jeno recalled all the times he’s spent with her like a movie tape that flashed before his eyes. Their every memory vividly etched into his mind, a sudden one suddenly occuring to him the moment he mentioned it.

It was Febuary 14th, Valantines Day. And instantly, I grew scared as to what I had to face this day. It happened every year, at every college I had been. And I just so happen to have class today. I paced back and forth in my small dorm, peeling the dried skin off my lips with my teeth while I fiddled with the hang nails of my thumbs, contemplation of going to class being on my mind for far too long.

Not being able to handle the stress I’ve put on myself, I opened my closer, quickly thumbing through it and taking out a black jacket, along with black sunglasses. If I had to go this far just to attend class, I’d better be receiving some sort of reward from Jeno.

I could remember what happened last year so clearly. The moment I stepped out of the building, lots, and I mean lots of guys were waiting just for me, gifts and presents for them to confess their love which I clearly accepted none. I never wanted their gifts, it wasn’t of value at all, that I could tell with just a glimpse of it. It was annoying. I knew I was popular on my socials but I didn’t know it would have escalated to such extends.

I slowly turned the knob of my door, pushing it open and peeking just my head out, carefully looking both directions before pulling my entire body out into the open hallway. I placed my hood on, pulling it so far as to cover at least half of my face as I adjusted my sunglasses and began walking. If I had bothered, I would have gone through the back exit of this building. How unlucky was I to not do it, forcing myself through main exit of the building.

I gulped anxiously, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I kept my head tilted down the whole way. I had to take a few steps down a pathway, and just when I wanted to turn a corner, time froze for the shortest of second, a large group of guys, some I’ve seen on campus at some point during my time here, others being complete strangers. They were sitting down on the floor and leaning against the walls as if they’ve been awaiting for my arrival for hours.

I couldn’t even bat an eyelash before they began coming at me. And just like that, I had to sprint like I was being chased by zombies in an apocalypse. I ran for my life, and to who knows where, I was most probably running in circles while trying to find the Science department, but was too occupied by the terror I was faced with to even think straight.

“Fucking hell.” I muttered, already out of breath as I lost track of where I was heading and how long I’ve been running. I looked down at my phone, and out of pure desperation, I unlocked it with shaky fingers, wanting to call the first person that came to mind.

“Jeno!” I screamed a cry for help when I heard his unflattering, “What?” when he picked up. “Save me! I’m bring chased! Jeno!” I was practically wailing with exclamation marks at this point. His breathing disappeared instantly after that. I realised that he hung up, only making my eyes protuberant as ever as my mouth gaped open so wide at the audacity of Jeno.

I turned my head back, the screaming of the guys never stopping this entire time. “How’s their stamina so good?!” I thought to myself, not wanting to look back again and continue running ahead at full speed. After who knows how long, I finally saw the Science department coming into my view. I flashed the widest smile on my face as I made a run for it.

I was a few metres away when I was suddenly being pulled by an unknown force, pushing me against the wall while the shrieks of the guys got muffled and disappeared as they continued running in the same direction. I was panting heavily, desperately gasping for air as if all the air around me had been sucked away for my lungs to grasp. I took me awhile to get my mind in the current situation since I was overly tired from the ruckus I had just gone through.

I swallowed once I got my breathing to the regular. Looking over my shoulders, someone was holding them, firmly yet lightly as well. It felt protective yet gentle when made contact with my skin. My eyes ever so slowly trailed from the hand that gripped my shoulders, to their arm that I realised was extremely veiny and buffed, to their broad shoulders which length was much longer than mine, making it feel as if I was being trapped with their body loomed over me.

I tilted my head up, Jeno’s face and body inches away from mine. Our eyes met, and it locked, firm and secured. Like a struck of lightning, his touch had sent an electric shock throughout my whole body, specifically at our point of contact till it stung and burn, but in a good way. Jeno’s breathing brushed across the skin on my face which only made me stand there in his grip, frozen as ice with my chest clenching tighter and tighter due to the sudden wave of emotions I was feeling.

“They’re gone.” Jeno whispered, his eyes peered to the side, checking if the coast was clear yet he never seemed to remove his grip off me, let alone doing anything about the close proximity between us. Silence circled in the air for a brief moment till Jeno pushed himself away from me lightly. “Heard from the members that they suddenly saw you running around like some mad woman. Apparently you called and I had to run all over the place to catch you at the right time.”

I eyed Jeno head to toe. He looked flawless. He seemed to have dressed up fancier today. A pink blazer that went perfectly well with his blue hair, white dress pants, and black shoes, and even a black beret to tie the look. I noticed how he had his botton up opened three bottons down again, it seemed to be a style of his, which intentional or not, drew me in real quick.

“I was running around so that I’d waste time and not have to attend class.” I said with such pride, wanting to toy around with Jeno for the fun for it. Jeno blinked his eyes twice, corner of his lip lifting up. It wasn’t a smirk, but a look of much disbelief and amused in one. Jeno took a step back, effortlessly running a hand through his fluffy hair.

“I wasted thirty minutes of my time chasing you around to save your ass and you’re telling me it’s for fun and games?” He narrowed his eyes down on me, fear washed over me like a huge wave as his stare from before was now filled with much anger and annoyance. In a split second, he had his grip on my wrist, suddenly dragging me into the Science department and to our lecture hall.

Jeno burst the door wide open, everyone’s heads turning to the door instantly as the sound of the slamming echoed across the silent hall. “It’s rare to see you late Jeno. It’s your first time actually.” Jeno still had his hand around my wrist, releasing his tight grip ever so slightly to let my blood run though again. He glanced down to his shirt, adjusting it with his free hand while for a split second he looked at our hands, but was quick to regain himself.

“We had a little trouble.” Jeno downshifted his head in greeting and took us up to the back of the hall, eyes glued to us as I felt it behind my back, suppressing the urge to turn around and go, “Stop being weirded out for God’s sake!” Jeno gripped my wrist tighter, as if he felt my irritation through his touch. We sat down next to each other, the professor continuing after far too long of a silence.

“You’re getting me gummy bears for what you did today.” Jeno whispered in a coarse tone, his throat sounding dry. I giggled and nodded my head, taking out my materials while he did the same. “Cute.” Jeno stopped his actions, turning his head slowly while I continued. “Why?”

“Just...” I wandered, thinking about how to come up with an excuse to something I accidentally let out. But who am I kidding? I’m not one to hide my feelings anyway. “I just think it’s cute that you have a huge love for gummies and jellies. Like a kid.” I shrugged and leaned back in my seat, wanting to focus on my professor but couldn’t shake the fact of how I could clearly see Jeno holding his stare on me in my peripheral decision for a long minute before adverting his eyes down the hall.

Jeno looked down at his phone, the confirmation of the transfer being made. It was a huge sum of money that could last him ages. To be honest, he felt that it wasn’t hard taking care of her at all. Her mother made it sound a hundred times worst. But she seemed fine and genuinely normal around Jeno, just the fact that she liked to joke around and slack. With Jeno’s light push, she could immediately spring back into action.

However, he couldn’t help but think that what he’s doing was wrong. Jeno was forming a relationship with her for the sole purpose of getting money. Worst part, she didn’t even knew about the deal he had with her mother. It was to be kept a secret. And Jeno didn’t like it, he felt the guilt building up inside him each time they met up, having to gather up courage to face her. To top it all off, the guilt only grew larger till it became a huge monster the moment he realised that he was falling for her.

For the end of our semester, we had to do a project. And unfortunately for me, or maybe not, it was a group project. After class ended, I was about to sprint up to Jeno, who was sitting at the very front today to be more attentive about the briefing for the project, every single girl in the hall went up and surrounded him as if they were swallowing him whole.

“Let me be your partner, Jeno!” “I’ll do the project well with you!” “I’m your best bet to scoring!”

I almost had a migraine constantly hearing their shrieks and screaming of the girls trying to get Jeno’s attention. Meanwhile, he forced a smile on his face, it was obvious that he was being suffocated and was desperate to teleport himself out of the hall. I couldn’t help but let out a subtle giggle, watching him suffer as I felt the energy of his blood boiling like hot air could burst from his ear any moment, but he was able to keep a neutral face the whole time. He knew how to manage his anger.

I watched the chaos, sighing to myself in a somewhat satisfactory manner. Jeno pushed through the crowd, trying his hardest to squeeze his way through. He turned around and lifted both his hands up in the air like he was being arrested. All the girls grew silent instantly at his action. “Sorry but I’m doing this myself.” Jeno declared out loud. He made eye contact with me, causing me to lean back and pointing a finger to myself to check if he was actually motioning at me. He jerked his head to the door, signaling me to exit.

Jeno walked out and the silence among the group of girls suddenly became inaudible murmurs and whispering their heads off. I clicked my tongue, floating like a balloon out of the lecture hall after.

“Everyone’s so desperate for you.” I said when I caught up to Jeno who was taking slow steps. “Ut was fun watching you suffer there. I could tell you were about to burst at any second.” I laughed out loud, putting my humour right up Jeno’s face. “Are you working with anyone for the project?” Jeno questioned me.

I kept a straight and boring expression. “Don’t feel like working with anyone.” I gaped my mouth open, a sudden idea popping up as my face slowly turned to a mischievous expression with the smile of the cheshire cat. “Do you perhaps want to-” 

“I’m not working with you because I know you well enough to know that you’ll make me do majority of the work. Even if I did work with you, you know me well enough to know that I’ll force you to do your work. Actually that applies to both you wanting and not wanting to work with me-”

“You didn’t even let me finish my sentence!” I growled with exasperation. Jeno’s face softened and turned kind, a look I rarely see on him. “Oh then what is it?” I kept silent for a moment. “want to work with me for the project...?” I uttered, it was barely audible. Jeno breathed out a chuckle. “Nice try. I’ll be supervising to make sure you’re on task anyways. It’s a shame I have to deal with your ass almost everyday.” I puckered my lips in question, eyebrows furrowed till it knitted together. “Why do you have to take care of me? Like why was I any of your business in the first place?”

Jeno kept a straight face, sudden anxiousness triggered in him as she asked the question. He wished he could tell her everything, but he knew far too well the consequences if it, and jeopardizing whatever relationship they had would never be an option. “Because I’m the president? I have to take care of new students, you know.” I questioning face grew back to my bored one, puffing my cheeks and blowing the air out, flippantly.  “Whatever.” I replied quickly as we went our separate ways after making a decision to meet someday at the student council’s office to start on our project.

Weeks past, and though I dreaded doing the project in the first place, I was shocked at how much I completed. However, with Jeno being extremely particular about my work so that I’d do well, I had to write up a proposal on my overall project for him. On a Saturday night. I didn’t know what came over me, but I had the feeling of wanting to get drunk. The work I did for the past weeks had led to me having constant mental breakdown, whining to myself just when could I get my break. And again, with Jeno having an invisible knife to my throat to make sure I did my work, break time seemed to never be in my to-do list.

I took a trip back home to steal a bottle of wine. Back at the dorm, I looked at the time. It was too early to get drunk, but I barely cared about that at all, opening the wine bottle and pouring it into the one wine glass I had. I didn’t use it to drink wine, but rather other sweet drinks and water for the sole purpose of wanting to feel fancy and have the timiest bit of class in this rundown dorm. I sat at my laptop, the white blank space staring at me while I stared back, slowly bringing the glass up to my lips to take a sip. I gulped it down, sighing in satisfaction. I began to write my proposal, thinking I’d be able to finish and send it to Jeno before I got drunk off the wine. How dumb was I to think my body could even do that?

It was late at night. Jeno in his dorm while trying to fix up and improve bits and pieces of his presentation for thr project. He had completed it long ago to be honest, he just needed to add a few things to turn it up a notch in terms of quality. Suddenly, on the bottom right corner of his screen popped up an email notification from her, the title being “A very well planned out proposal.” Jeno laughed for a moment, finger to his lip with his eyebrows raised. He felt the sarcasm through the words.

Grabbing a hold of his mouse, he brought the cursor over to the notification to open it, which led him to Google Docs where she typed out the proposal. Jeno sat up straight as a way to wake his mind up from the tired night he’s had up till now and began reading. He scanned his eyes over the paragraphs and taking barely seconds to expertly analyse them. It had been good so far, till it got to the last few paragraphs. Jeno noticed how some words had gone distorted, it seemed like she was typing gibberish, typing in a lazy and careless manner. Jeno could make out a few words, but the rest was far from recognisable. Then came the last paragraph, which shocked him the most.

HEsyu njEmo! i fELt dlike assduddely sddayubg thajis bjjfut weoek youyre veiry hot!! losike smkoingf baiiyy i likele yuori a hmklott!!! buit i knbow youre onkly beving kind to nr cauyse touyre onldjyy doiubg yourh jobbv as jhe phresibdrnt :$(((

Jeno squinted his eyes while looking at it. It can’t be what he thought it could be, right? Was he being delusional? Was he making up the meaning of the words to what he hoped to be? Jeno noticed his heart suddenly racing at a rapid pace, eyes reading it over and over again to come up with any other possible meaning behind it to deny his conclusion.

Though, after long thought, Jeno unconsciously had a smile on his face, his head tilting down to the table for a moment before looking up at the screen, his smile pursing his lips together tightly while shaking his head. “Cute.” Jeno whispered, letting out a long sigh before going back to the top of the proposal to add in his comments.

I went to our usual meetup spot. Luckily it was hours into the day, and I had time to recover from my hangover. I shocked myself this morning as I saw the bottle of wine fully empty, down to the last drop. How was I even capable of that? Whatever it was, I didn’t remember a single thing that happened last night. I assured myself that I didn’t do anything stupid since I woke up in bed, as per usual, just with a terrible headache with the room being the same as when I stepped in.

I swung open the door, lazily sliding my bag off my shoulder and to the table, pushing it aside while Jeno had his eyes on his laptop. “How’s my proposal?” Jeno shot his eyes up. “Did you not bother reading over once you were done?” Jeno questioned in a low, intimidating voice as if he could pounce on you at any second.

I sucked in my lips, a sound coming out when I placed my lips back to its normal position as I shook my head slowly with inability to show even the slightest confidence. I couldn’t be arrogant anymore around Jeno. He had a power over me that I never knew anyone could have. “Uh no?” Jeno hummed casually, leaning back into his seat nonchalantly, something about his light attitude making me scared as I began to think over what I had done wrong with my proposal.

“So you didn’t know what you did to it?” Jeno asked again, the interrogation feeling nestled in me as unknown fear piled up in me. I raised my shoulders questionably. “What’s wrong with it?!” I groaned out, tired of having him question me while I worried my ass off. “I added comments to it. Some things I added can help your presentation next week so make sure to go over it.” Jeno rose form his seat, gathering uo everything on the table and placing it in his bag. He casually slug it over one shoulder, walking away. Before he left however, he turned around and said, “Your last paragraph was cute by the way.”

Upon the door being closed, I instantly took out my laptop from my bag frantically, opening up the proposal that had Jeno’s notes on it. I scrolled all the way down till the last paragraph, wanting to faint as the sight of the red words below it and whatever nonsense I had typed out while I was drunk. “Please submit a more professional write up next time. Don’t be stupid to drink while you’re doing work.” I read over his words. I shrieked, the kind that was inaudible as I scrunched my hair up while balling fists into my hair. I shook my body around, embarrassment being the only feeling in my mind at that moment, as well as the rest of the night ahead.

It finally came to presentation day. And as expected, Jeno was chosen to come up first. He set up his slides, turning his head to it to make sure it was being shown clearly before looking back to his audience. His posture was upright and firm, confidence being dominated in him as he began presenting. Sure, I was listening to what he’s been talking about, but I was more so focused on Jeno himself. The way he expertly articulated his movements and words imbued with much passion. It’s as if he’s done it for years, like a high knowledged ornator. There was of course his beauty to admire in the midst of it all as well.

“_____. Why don’t you go?” The professor turned his upper body to me, the students still clapping loudly, and screams mostly coming from the girls while Jeno took his seat. I stood up, making my way down. The hall suddenly got pin drop silent. The whole time I presented, my eyes felt the urge to always glance to Jeno. Though I thought he’d have a serious look on his face, it was more of a soft and gentle one, a look that gave me reassure to push on. It warmed my heart and gave me a confidence boost almost instantly each time I looked to him.

“You did good.” Jeno admitted, a wide smile forming on his lips. I smiled back. “You did way better. I loved yours a lot.” I complimented, I was almost skipping due to how pumped up I felt after class. “Mm do you mean my presentation or me?” Jeno looked down on me and I looked back, eyes widened at his sudden comment. Jeno laughed it off, waving a lazy hand in my face. “Forget I said anything.”

Surprisingly, Jeno agreed to head out to a candy shop to congratulate ourselves for the hardwork we’ve done. And must I say, Jeno completely lit up. He was bright, bubbly, his subtle humor making me like him more and more. I couldn’t shake the face that we were hanging out like this, like we weren’t stuck in a box where Jeno was all stone and harsh on me. He radiated an energy that no one would have thoughg even existed. Turns out I just had to talk to him for it to show. And gummy bears.

Jeno and I were walkign down the same path on our way back. However, Jeno informed me that he had somewhere to be. I didn’t bother asking where, simply letting out a, “Wherever you’re going, don’t be out for too long!” Jeno flashed an eye smile and waved with an adorably low laugh, nodding his head. I walked away, but I noticed how Jeno was simply standing there, as if waiting for someone. He said he needed to go somewhere. Was he taking a cab or something?

I didn’t know why but curious came flooding my mind. I didn’t know how I suddenly got this intrigued by what he does off campus and whatever he’s doing outside of our friendship. As a person who liked him, it wasn’t wrong to be curious, right? Luckily, I wasn’t far off when I walked away so I turned a corner to hid myself there. Jeno waited there for at least fifteen minutes, my legs growing numb from having myself glued to the wall. Just when I wanted to walk away, a person came walking up to him, which he responded with a raise of his hand in greeting. Specifically it was a woman. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets the moment I realised who it was. What was my mother doing with Jeno?

I leaned in, my ear hoping to pick up every single word and my eyes looking at their every action. “A bonus. You’ve been doing well. You’re exceptional indeed.” My mother held out a large bag that looked extremely heavy. Jeno had one hand in his pocket, using his free hand to take it. He tilted his head down. “What’s with the physical cash? You always did online transfers.” Cash? Online transfers? What were they doing? Billions of questions flashed in my mind, I couldn’t be hearing this correctly. Were they dealing on something? Underground business I know nothing about?

“I’m suprised you’re able to hold her down for a time longer than I have seen her stay in one school. Whatever did you do to have her tamed?” Jeno chuckled, glancing down to the feet before meeting my mother’s eyes again. “Asserted dominance. Simple. Though I’ve always been like that, just needed to step up a little and showed her who’s boss.” Jeno folded his arm, shoulders relaxed and talking far too casually.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Who else could they be talking about but me? Was Jeno being paid to be with me? Is that why he’s been giving me so much attention, so much care all this time. It was all for money... He did it for the money. “Also, I’ve confirmed a spot for you in the University. Just like you wanted.” My mother said. I saw how Jeno flashed a smile. My anger was boiling my blood to the highest of temperatures to even analyse and dig deeper into his actions. All I cared about was the fact that everything was a lie. From the moment I met him. It was all a show.

We were at the park, cold wind brushing against our exposed skin as the night gets itself comfortable, the stars beginning to shine and twinkle over the black canvas of the sky. I looked down from it, looking to Jeno who had his head cozily on my lap. I brushed my fingers through his hair gently, an action I’ve been doing for hours now.

Our relationship didn’t have a definite label on it. We didn’t know who we were. We let the waters flow, taking us to whichever direction it wanted. It just so happened that our feelings for each other sprouted naturally to the point where we didn’t have to say it out loud. Gradual actions of affection began and we simply liked that what we had was unsaid. It was easy, no trouble, no harm whatsoever.

“Jeno.” I whispered. Jeno fluttered his eyes open. He told me how he couldn’t help but fall asleep at my touch. “What would you do if I disappeared the next day?” I questioned, trying my hardest to make it less vague then it already was, though it failed, Jeno giving a look quizzically. “I’d be too sad to even function.” Jeno replied after a long pause of silence. And at the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but think Is what you’re saying even true? I kept questioning myself about his every action, every sign of love and care he showed. What happened that day months ago was still as clear as day in my memory, which only made me doubt Jeno’s feelings for me everyday.

“Would you really?” I asked again, this time looking at him right in his eyes, prying myself into his heart and soul through them to find that slither of truth glistening under. Jeno pouted, blinking his eyes like a lost puppy. “Of course. Why would you even ask that in the first place?” I mentally replied though I gave him silence as a response, “Because I’ll be leaving your fake ass soon.”

I rummaged through the cards in my parent’s room, finding desperately for a credit card I could use. After retrieving one, I went to my room, taking out a suitcase from under my bed and immediately started packing. I shoved everything I could think of bringing off the top of my head. If I didn’t have something, I could simply buy it at London. All I wanted was to get out of this country. Out of this life, out of Jeno’s life. I couldn’t stand bring treated like some object in a deal of responsibility.

I made my way to the airport in a cab. While I was on the road, I called the only person I knew who lived in London. “Taeyong, I’m moving to London. Free up your apartment because I’ll staying with you.” “Wait what? Hey-” I ended the call before he could even finish. I looked out the window. No regrets, no guilt was holding down my heart. It felt weird at first. But now I knew that the reason why I felt this way was because of the fact I had given Jeno all my love. Whether his was fake or not, I’ve given my whole share of the relationship.

Jeno was laying on his bed when the woman’s number suddenly popped up on his phone screen. Curious at the sudden call, he instantly picked it up. “What?” He asked in an unintentionally rude manner. “_____. She’s going to the airport. Our maid just informed us. I don’t know where she’s going, but please stop her.” She sounded frantic, anxious. Jeno instantly sprung up from his bed and rushed out his dorm, planning to steal Ten’s motorbike to rush his way to the airport.

Jeno got off the motorbike after speeding through so many cars and having the constant urge to go over the speed limit just so he could reach there faster. He didn’t knew where she was, but he was determined to find her. And most of all, hoped that she has yet to fly.

Jeno kept his eyes wide open, scanning through the large area constantly as he tried to find where she was. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. It was all to sudden. Why did she decide to go abroad without letting him know? Of all people but him? He understood if she didn’t inform her parents, but Jeno was the only person she said she trusted the most. She couldn’t be leaving out of nowhere. It took him seconds to spot her in the busy area. He ran up to her, seeing how she had a large luggage on her side while she leaned against it casually and having her passport in her hand. “_____! Where are you going?!” Jeno shouted, gripping her wrist and turning her around.

I flinched at the sudden contact, hearing Jeno’s voice right behind me and he spun me around to face him. How did he even know I was here? Ah of course, my mother somehow knew though I wanted to make my leave as discreet as possible. I removed myself out of Jeno’s grasp, wincing at how tight he was holding my wrist. “You don’t need to know where.” I simply answered, but he shook his head furiously. “Tell me why!” Jeno pleaded. I saw the look in his eyes, the look of fear and pain while he got a hold of my wrist again. I let go. “Is my mother going to pay you more if you stopped me from leaving?”

I walked past him, seeing the time to board my flight blinking and signaling the people to get moving. I turned around after walking a far distance, flicking up my passport and tilting my head. I noticed how Jeno wanted to move, take a step towards me but had something in him that held him back, like he was unwillingly rooted to the ground. From a far distance I could tell Jeno’s pupils dilated at the sight of me taking steps back and growing smaller out of his view.

“Ciao.” I mouthed before turning away relentlessly There’s no turning back, was all i thought. With the money I had, I could go anywhere in the world as I pleased, anywhere that would get me away from this place and the person who broke my heart. I did say I didn’t feel anything, but as I went to board the plane, not bothering to turn back and take one last look at Jeno, the tears came out without a second thought. I tried my hardest to keep myself together. But right when we took flight, it came to my senses of what I was doing.

It took awhile to realise that she was gone, with Jeno being in a trance while she left. She was out of his sight, and he’ll never know for how long. After the day she went, Jeno was broken. So broken, that he couldn’t do anything. He holed himself in his room for days on end, not having a single energy to lift himself out of bed. He knew it from the start, this situation being inevitable. He didn’t think that she would mean this much to him the moment he accepted the deal. He kept telling himself that it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t expect their relationship to grow and mean so much. But he couldn’t believe himself, denying it everytime he thought about it.

“For how long are you going to keep talking to me about this?”

Taeyong ran a frustrated hand through his hair, my eyes boring at him as he paced back and forth in front of me in the living room. I couldn’t help but wonder just how long he wanted to keep this up.

“Two years. Two damn years you’ve been staying here in London.” He turned a sharp ninty degrees to face me, his body leaning forward slightly. “Don’t get me wrong I like that you’re here but you have a whole life that you left behind. On an impromptu decision might I add.” I stared at him blankly, showing my careless attitude by sinking into the couch and folding my arms with placing one leg over the other. “I don’t care. I’m living well here so I don’t see why I have to go back.”

“You told me about Jeno. Do you not miss him at all?” That question got me to look down as it sunk into my mind, thoughts about it began to surface. Taeyong probably noticed the thoughtful look on my face, adding on with, “Think about it. He made that simple deal at first without knowing his relationship with you would expand so much more from when it first started. Did you not bother to think about what went through his mind when you left so unexpectedly? From what you told me, he certainly loves you. Not sure if he still does though, being real here.” Taeyong shrugged flippantly, not giving a care to shoot his words right at my heart and being real with me.

“But he didn’t stop the deal even when he developed feelings for me. What does that show?” Though I retorted back, I felt it. Taeyong’s words that I mulled over firing at me, even with the bulletproof vest that I had on for the two years, the bullets went right through them, shooting me dead as I bleed and thought about all the memories I had with Jeno. It only now occured to me that I truly did miss him, I was simply pretending I didn’t and tried living my best life here in London, wanting to push away the fact that I’ve never had a better life than back there with Jeno. “You have to go back someday, _____.” Taeyong sat down next to me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “And talk to Jeno.”

I couldn’t believe that I was back here. It felt weird, somewhat out of place. But I also belonged here. Everything washed over me and crashed like a huge wave. I had always wished that I didn’t need to come back, but my heart was slowly growing its need for it, its need for Jeno, though I had been strong for the first few months away.

I gulped my nervousness down my throat, standing in front of what I assumed to be Jeno’s apartment since my mother was so kind to inform me where he lived after giving me an earful of leaving for two years and never informing me where. Weird how they never forced me back. I knew they were capable of it with their connections here in London. I guess they never bothered to reach out and find me.

I rang the doorbell, my heart slowly increasing its pace as it thumbed against my ribcage, begging to burst out. I took in deep breaths, waiting patiently while I hoped for Jeno to be at the other side. After about close to a minute, the door creaked open, Jeno was standing in front of me. I forced myself to look him in the eyes as I inspected him. He didn’t change at all. Surprisingly, the hair colour was kept the same. The light blue that made me remember the first time he walked into class with it, capturing all the light and attention of the hall. He still had that figure of someone who worked out often, a nice physique. I didn’t take me long to notice that physically, nothing has changed.

“Um, I know this is unexpected. I’m sorry for leaving unexpectedly. I’m sorry for leaving without giving you any explanation whatsoever. I’m sorry-” I wanted to continue, wanting to let it all out right then and there till Jeno pulled me into a hug by the waist, bringing both hands up to wrap them tightly around my shoulder, his head digging into the crook of my neck as I felt him inhale against my skin, his breath brushing over it after. It took me awhile to process, gradually bringing my arms up to hug his torso, pulling ourselved closer and letting ourselves fall into each other’s embrace.

“Please, let me talk.” Jeno whispered to me. He kept a long silence after, allowing us to admire this moment. Perhaps he couldn’t believe that I was here, the fact that I left and came up unexpectedly, out of the blue. I felt the mixed emotions in his words. “I’m sorry for making that deal with your mother. I thought it was something I’d do for the sake of the money. I know you felt hurt at the fact that I did it behind your back. But I did it for you. I took care of you for your own good. I kept receiving the money, but it slowly grew meaningless when I began to like you.” Jeno rubbed his nose against my neck, though it felt ticklish, I kept my calm, wanting to focus on his words.

I pulled away, my hands still around his torso but allowing a gap between our bodies. I looked up to him, a frown forming on my face. The tears became to well up upon the sudden emotional roller coaster ride. My eyes trailed from his eyes, and gradually down to his lips after looking at every inch of his face, admiring them greatly as I began to remember why I fell for him in the first place. With or without the money, my feelings for him had never changed, no matter how buried deep into my heart they were.

“I never said this before... And I’m sorry for telling you now...” I reached up to meet his face, having to tiptoe my way up. Jeno giggled softly at my action, dipping his head down to save me from his struggle. I pouted, flicking my eyes from his one eye to the other. I then moved to his lips, smooth and glossy. It was obvious he wore chapstick.

“But I love you, Lee Jeno. I didn’t feel the need to say it back then, we were simply showing it with our affections. But I really do love you. It’s a bit too late to say it so I’m sorry. If you’ve ever lost feeling for me even the slightest bit. But I promise my love is still true and pure, no matter what you did.” I quietly whisper, my face so close to him that my lips were hovering over his, just barely touching and urging our lips to connect.

Just like that, our lips touched, a kiss was made. His lips fit perfectly to mine, like the world made it that way. Suddenly, everything came into focus. The invisible stars aligned. Everything felt so right, so perfect, with him holding me close. Jeno began to kiss me, as slow as ever and with much care and love. We closed our eyes, as if never wanting to leave this. I didn’t know how long we were standing there, lips never wanting to part. But sooner or later we did, me having to pull away first.

“My love for you never changed either. I waited, and I missed you too much to forget what we had.” Jeno breathed out, his chest going up and down against mine as he breathed heavily. I giggled, looking down in embarrassment as my cheeks to began to blush an obvious pink. “That was our first kiss.”

Jeno arched a brow quizzically. “Was it? It felt like we’ve been doing it forever.”

[spideymarvelws]

reader’s old childhood nickname is bunny, so when Peter figures it out he can’t help but to refer her as that. and like....if you wanted to turn this into a smut—-😳—- it could be something along the lines of “bunny‘s like to bounce, right?” “Bounce for me” JSKSK excuse me as I do the walk of shame 😞

Taking fucking like rabbits to a whole different level lmfaoo

I really hope i did this justice

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Warnings : SMUT! (dom!peter, sub!peter, face slapping, choking, oral [fem rec], innocence kink?, master kink [at the end tho and its like only mentioned once], excessive use of the word bunny)

Word Count : 1.5k

My Little Bunny

Dom!Peter Parker x Reader

“So...” Peter started, leaning against the counter opposite you in the kitchen, “Bunny, huh?”

“Oh god not you too,” you groaned, thankful that your back faced his as you took care of the dishes in the sink, making it easier to hide your flustered face, “Just a stupid nickname my family use to call me when i was younger,”

“Bunny,” he tested the name on his lips, “I like it,”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, shaking your head at the thoughts that started to form in your mind. You felt dirty at what you felt when the name rolled off his tongue, so innocently but sinful at the same time sending shivers up your spine and shocks in places it shouldn’t.

You were a fool to think that peter didn't notice the change in tone of the room.

“Want to watch a movie after this bunny? or straight to bed,” he bit his lip, watching as you squirmed slightly at the name once again. He loved the power he had over you, how submissive you got with a simple word or touch. He had to admit he abused the power quite a lot, but to see your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fucked you senseless, it was worth it.

“Stop calling me that,” you grumbled, taking one of the dishes from the sink and pulling it in the dish water.

“Calling you what Bunny?” He smirked, biting his lip as he watched you clench your thighs, “You loved the name when we were younger, what happened now?”

“I’m not a kid anymore Peter,” you snapped, letting out a shaky breath after putting the last set of dishes in the machine.

Peter chuckled darkly, leaning off the kitchen counter and walking towards you, pressing his chest against your back. His hands landed on either side of you, holding on to the counter.

Trapping you in his cage.

“So it’s fine when your family says it,” he said into your ear, teasing the skin with light kissed that he trailed down to your neck, “But when i try it out its a problem? Why’s that bunny?”

“Peter,” you grumbled, trying your best to sound authoritative but the small whimper you let out told him otherwise, “Quit it alright?”

“No, no I don’t think i will,” bitting at your skin, “I like it, and i think I’d go as far to say you like it too,”

You bit your lip, holding back a another small whimper that threatened to escape your mouth, “No I don’t,” you gritted your teeth, planning on just turning in his hold and pushing him away, ready to get in bed and forget the night ever happened. But your boyfriend had other ideas.

His left hand raised off the counted, finding its place around your throat, pulling your head back look look him in his dark brown eyes that were clouded with lust. You whined at his movements, your own hands gripping at his, but not making an effort to pull them away.

“Don’t like it huh?” He raised his eyebrows mockingly, “So if i just moved my hand up,” his finger gripped at the edge of your skirt, pulling it up as his hand travelled up your thighs, “And rubbed your little clit, you wouldn’t be dripping wet for me right?”

“I-,” you gulped, closing your eyes as you bit your lip. You’d never experienced peter like this, so dominating and confident compared to the sweet baby boy you grew to love. Sure, you both had sex before, and as your friends would say it was pretty vanilla since it was your first times together.

But you’d be a liar if you didn't like this new side of him.

“Not gonna say anything?” He chuckled, trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh, hovering it over your clothed heat, “Guess ill just have to figure out myself then,”

He pressed the pads on his pointer and middle finger against your clit, moving in slow circles around the fabric. You softly gasped at the contact, your hand shooting to his hair, tangling your fingers with he brown locks while the other stayed still on his wrist.

“You’re soaking bunny,” he pushed your panties to the side, teasing your lips with the pads of his fingers.

“Peter,” you managed to get out, trying your best to hide the moans digging its way out of your throat.

“S’that all you gotta say bunny,” his finger slipped into your tight hole, making your breath hitch, “I’m sure you could do better than,” his tone dropped an octave, “I’ve been kind so far, giving you what you truly want. But if you want me to continue, you’re going to have to tell me bunny, i cant do everything for you now can I?”

You didn’t responded, you didn't want to give peter the satisfaction of knowing how weak you grew with the dumb nickname. But a sharp slap to your right cheek broke you out of your thought.

“I’m trying to be nice here bunny,” he murmured, taking his finger out and continuing to rub against your clit, “But if your going to be a fucking brat, i have no problem leaving you here until you’ve learnt your lesson,”

“I’m sorry peter,” you finally said, missing the feeling of his fingers deep in your pussy.

“Good girl,” he rasped, letting go of your throat and turning you around, lifting you up and moving to the side to sit you on the clear counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding on the obvious bludge in his sweats.

“Don’t be greedy now,” he wrapped his hand back around your throat, squeezing tightly, loving how your mouth opened slightly and your eyes become cloudy, “Now tell me. What. Do. You. Want?”

“I want you to touch me, please peter,” you begged, finally breaking, grabbing at his shirt, “Please, fuck,”

“I’m already touching you bunny,” he replied smugly, chuckling at your pleas, “Going to have to be more specific than that,”

“Your mouth, please!” You cried, “Fuck, please, Peter,”

“Anything for you bunny,” he mumbled, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead before moving down your body. On his trail down, he took off your top along with your bra, placing light feathery kissed on your buds briefly before moving down to your skirt.

He bunched up the material at your waist, revealing your cotton panties that had a visible wet spot making you look away in embarrassment.

“Well, you wont be needing this anymore bunny,” he mumbled kneeling on the hard floor before ripping off the panties and diving into your soak heat, giving a bold lick up the middle of your cunt. He bit and sucked at the sensitive skin, moaning at your sweet taste.

“Holy fuck! Peter!” yous screamed throwing your head back as you grabbed at his hair, tugging on his soft locks.

“Keep yours eyes on me bunny,” he mumbled into your pussy, sending vibrations up your body, “Look at who’s making you feel so good,” he wrapped his arms around your thigh, pulling you closer into his tongue.

Peter smirked into your heat, running his finger through your clit then into your tight cunt, moving slowly in and out. He latched his mouth on to your little bud, sucking and licking softly, listening to your noises, taking his time to make sure you were enjoying the pleasure he gave you. You whined at his slow movements, tugging harder at his hair causing him to let out a small laugh, looking up at your pathetic state.

“What’s wrong bunny,” he fake pouted, raising his head from your pussy but keeping his fingers moving, “I thought this is what you wanted?”

“Faster,” you mewled, “Please,”

“Hmm, Whatever my bunny wants,” he added one more finger before plunging into you, moving in at out at an impossibly fast past. His mouth lapped at your clit, slow and calculated, a clear difference to his fingers moving quick, hitting all the right places rapidly.

“Peter,” you moaned, trying your best to keep eye contact with him, but the pleasure was so intense, sending your head flying back.

“Go on bunny, cum for me, cum for your master,” the name fell out of his mouth so fluently, sending you over.

Your thighs shook around his shoulders as your hips jutted out at the shocks moving throughout your body. You’ve never had an orgasm so intense before with the combination of his teasing and calculated movements you knew it would be your last.

“Good bunny,”

Oh, and that stupid nickname.

You hummed, trying your best not to slouch back or forward, knowing that if you did you’ll most likely hit your head on the corner fo hard stone. Peter took note of this, trailing kisses up your body before brining your chest against his, allowing your to sag against his clothed shoulder.

“Oh we’re going to have so much fun bunny,” he growled, biting the top of your ear, “My little bunny,”

...

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[thechangeling]

Tell me I'm wrong

This was lowkey inspired by a particular scene from btvs. If you know then you know.

I currently want to unlive myself like a lot so... here.

"Ty we have to talk about this." Livvy was floating beside his desk on his room at the Scholomance. Ty was currently buried in schoolwork and trying to ignore her. Normally she wouldn't interrupt, but this was a conversation he kept putting off.

She was starting to get irritated. "Ty honestly, I don't understand why you would just send him one stupid letter!" Livvy whined. "Just to say thank you for the necklace."

Ty rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this Liv. Please just let me focus." Livvy groaned at his dismissal. Ty had been doing this for months now.

"You never have time Tiberius! That's my point. You keep dodging the subject!" Livvy cried. She zoomed closer to him. "I understand you're upset and it ended badly, but if you just talk-."

Ty cut her off by aggressively slamming his pen down. "I can't do this right now Livia! Please just stop it! I don't want to talk to him, so just drop it!"

But Livvy was undeterred. She was used to angry Ty. She was used to any Ty. He was her twin and she could handle anything he threw at her. Sometimes literally.

Livvy took a deep breath. "I know you care about him Ty-Ty, and I think he cares about you." She watched as Ty flinched slightly. He was picking at the draw strings on his pants.

"I just wish you would consider writing to him," she continued. Ty closed his eyes, and for a moment she was frustrated that he seemed to be ignoring her.

But then he opened his eyes and Livvy saw there were tears. She froze, not knowing what to say. Ty's breathing was becoming harsher and more frantic.

"Liv, I've-." He stammered. "I've been trying. Trying not to think. To just get my work done and fo-focus on doing what I need to," he spoke in a shakey fragile voice. It had been a very long time since she had seen him speak in such staggering fragments with so much difficulty.

Not since he was younger.

She approached him with the intent to hug him, then remembered he was in fact incorporeal. He was starting to cry.

"I just-." He gasped. "I know it's my fault." He pulled his knees up to his chest. "I know it was me. That's why he left. And I should have known better. I dragged him into something. Something horrible," he sobbed. "Because I'm selfish. So selfish and stupid and I broke so many laws!" He was visibly shaking now.

Livvy's heart broke. "You were trying to get me back Ty," she reasoned with him. "Yeah you screwed up but it doesnt mean you're a bad person! And it doesnt make Kit leaving your fault."

Ty shook his head. "I didn't care about the consequences, or anything else. I did something bad Livvy, something really bad and theres still a part of me that doesnt care." He began to rub his hands up and down his legs whole rocking back and forth slightly. Tears ran down his pale cheeks. "Because I'm bad," he whispered. "I'm bad and I'm wrong Liv. I always do the wrong thing."

Livvy stared at him in horror. How long had he been feeling like this?

"That's not true Ty!" She protested. "Please honey you have to believe me, you aren't bad!" She could feel herself beginning to cry as well.

"But it's true," Ty sobbed. He sounded like he was close to hyperventilating. "I'm wrong. I've always been wrong and that's why-. That's why he left me!"

Livvy's eyes watered. It was pretty clear that Ty was having what apparently was called a meltdown. But there had to be some part of him deep down that believed what he was saying. She shook her head. "Ty-Ty that is not true! You are not evil just because you made some bad calls, ok? That's not how it works. I know you better then anyone and you are good!" She said firmly, trying not to cry.

"You are wonderful, and brilliant and you care so much," she mused. "So much that I think it overwhelms you. You are not wrong Ty. You are everything, and I love you so much," she pleaded.

Livvy could have told him about Kit and how it was pretty obvious that he loved Ty, but she sensed it wasnt the time. She had a feeling Ty would need a non dead person to hold him now. But unfortunately she couldn't call for help.

Ty was gripping his hair and pulling at the strands, gasping and sobbing uncontrollably. "He's gone," he choaked. Ty designed his fingernails down across his arms, drawing blood.

"Shhh," Livvy pleaded. "Don't talk anymore    Ty-Ty. It's gonna be ok."

But the truth was she had no idea what to say to Ty anymore. She had no advice to offer the broken boy before her. There was nothing she could do. Livvy couldn't bring Kit back. She couldn't make his pain go away. She coukdnt even hold him anymore.

"I can't breath Liv," he sobbed. "I feel like I can't breathe."

She sat down in front of him. There was nothing she could do, except be there for him. Just be with him and sit with her brother while he cried.

So that was exactly what she would do.

The lines, "I can't breathe. I feel like I can't breathe" and "I'm wrong," are from btvs.

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[miiracleangel]

Shake ass pt. 2

~Karasuno 2nd and 3rd year edition~

~Karasuno 1st years ➪ Nekoma Edition~

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Daichi, Sugawara and Jesu- i mean Asahi

i need to restrain myself from calling nishinoya nishinolla and sugawara sugarilla bcs of tiktok

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Tanaka

oh this bitch wouldn’t even hesitate

“if i have to, then you have to as well” he says laid back against your couch, arm around your shoulder. smooth boi vibes

“why do I have to do it?” you question him, looking at him sideways.

“BECAUSE WHAT IF YOURE THE ONE CHEATING AND YOURE TRYING TO DISTRACT ME” he screams, jumping up and down on your couch.

“okok OKAY you animal i’ll do it” you say. This was meant to prank your boyfriend never did you think he would turn the tables on you and make you shake ass.

He gets up from the couch, he looks at you, confusion written on his face. “what bitch” you giggled at him earning a smile from him. “where’s my dance music you pain in the ass? You’re making me do this and i have to do this right”

“you wanted to do this ryu-“ “ that’s not the point where’s my music, gimmie some ppcocaine”

you nose scrunch “dawg shes trash” you tell him. “dawg you want some ass or not” he says back shrugging his shoulders up.

he’s right..so you sigh at his antics and put on a song and the moment he feels the beat..his megan knees activate.

he takes off his shirt throwing it to the side and genuinely shakes ass perfectly like hes born to do it. no movement just straight ass.

you drop your jaw “how ho-“ he shushes you with a kiss to your nose.

pulls you from your sitting position and brings your ass to his crouch, your back against his chest. Hands on your hips and bends you forward.

he bends down, lips to your ear. “shake some ass for me” he whispers.

Nishinoya

NISHINOLLAAA

You’re laying in your boyfriends bed scrolling through tiktok until you come across a video of a woman.

“if he doesn’t send you a video of him shaking his ass he’s cheating on you” and the video cuts off to her husband throwing it back to prove his innocence. which gave you a beautiful idea.

“YUUUUUU” you scream jumping off his bed to run across his house. “Y/NNNNNNNN” he screams from the kitchen running back to you until you meet in the hallway.

“oh hey what’s up” he says casually. you laugh at his antics.

“are you cheating on me?” you ask with a smol pout.

he looks at you with pure shock “wha- what never baby why would you ever think that? i wub you” you says pouting back at you, kissing your pouty lips.

“can you prove it” you ask, still “pouting”

“I’ll do anything baby cakes just tell me what i have to do” he says determined to make his baby smile again.

you erase your pout and hit him with the straightest face hes ever seen “throw it back for me then.”

“throw what back?” he asks confused

“....twerk for me small fry” “OHHH” he yells “don’t call me small fry i’m big where it matters”

“yes your heart” you kiss him. “i was actually gonna say my di-“ you interrupt him with a kiss “just shake your ass if you’re not cheating”

“NO PROBLEM” he says as he jumps, spread his legs apart, hands on his hips and starts hardcore twerking terribly.

he gets back up with a jump “was that good” he says panting with a smile on his face.

you smile back “yes my love” you share a kiss before he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“YOURE TURN”

Daichi

y’all see his ass in that gif? immaculate

“Ready to go Darling?” you hear your boyfriend ask behind you as your turn around and nod your head.

He takes your hand and you both walk hand in hand back to his place from school.

“Thanks for waiting until after practice you didn’t have to” he says kissing your hand.

“It’s fine i finished my homework in the library” you say leaning your head on him. Until an idea came into your head of a tiktok you saw while waiting for your sweet boyfriend.

“Daichi”

“y/n my love”

“You love me right?”

“Last time I checked yes, why?”

“If you love me and never cheated on me, you have to prove it” you say stopping to look at him in the face to show you mean business.

“Okay aaand how do I do that?” he says laughing stopping to stare back at you.

“You have to shake your ass fo-“

He turns around to rub and shake his ass on your side and turns to face you.

you stare at him with wide eyes as he laughs at your cute expression and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“You sent me the tiktok earlier but nice try my love” he says grabbing your hand and giving you a soft kiss to your lips.

You stand there in awe like

this mf doesn’t miss

not once

“When we get home maybe i’ll give you more of a show” he says pulling you along to his house.

Sugawara

widdle suga plum

“So let me make sure i’m hearing correctly”

“Okay”

“You want ME”

“Yes”

“To shake MY ASS”

“Yes”

“To prove to you i’m not cheating”

“correct “

Sugawara just stares at you, looks around for any hidden cameras in your kitchen, and then back at you. “You’re joking”

“No Koshi i’m not i’m genuinely concerned and I need this” you say bitting your lip to bite off a smile.

“but the cookies” he starts moving his hand to point at the cookies in the oven that you both were making.

“the cookies can wait this is important Koshi” you start to pout, “pwease” you give him his one weakness: the puppy eyes.

he groans. “After this you better eat my ass” you laugh at your boyfriends remark and play a random song off your phone waiting for him to bend it over and bounce that ass back when-

“KOSHI WHY ARE YOU GETTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER?!”

He screams back “YOU WANTED SOME ASS IM GONNA PUT ON A SHOW”

he starts very dramatic movements of his hips. You’re pretty sure Meg Thee Stallion would be appalled at the sight but you laugh until-

the Mf slips on some discarded cookie dough and falls off the counter.

“OH MY GOD KOSHI” you scream running to his side after turning off the music.

“i’m fine i’m fine” he says in a laugh.

you sigh at the relief. “I wish i had that on video” you whine into his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head. “Me too” he laughs.

“so you gonna eat my ass now?”

Asahi

As soon as you brought it up his face was just like the one in the gif.

“Shake my ass?” he says nervously

“Yes baby to prove your undying love to me “

“Are you gonna give me a little show to show YOURE undying love to ME?” he asks.

“this isn’t about me Asahi it’s about you and your ass”

Hes at practice, currently in the club room alone and is staring at your cute face through the phone.

He nervously looks around “b- Baby idk maybe later when i’m alone or when we are together i ca-“

“So what i’m hearing IS you don’t love me and you’re cheating on me”

“WHA- no no baby no i- ugh fine” he sets up his camera on the locker in the club room and starts wiggling his ass at the phone until the rest of the team starts walking in”

“WHAT ARE Y-“ you hear Nishinoya until you see your boyfriends face and the call ends.

You’re dying in a fit of laughter at the fact your big scary boyfriend got caught and is in shambles until you hear a ding from your phone.

it’s Asahi

“They’re coming for me send help i’m dying”

then another ding comes from your phone.

It’s Sugawara

“Please tell me you screen recorded that”

Safe to say Asahi will never answer your facetime calls ever again.

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 17 Prompt 1 Chess

Yes, I have already written for this event. Please let me know if you want me to tag you! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, and @pen-of-roses (also thanks for Conor)!

Damn, I had fallen asleep while waiting for Conor to come to bed too. We were in District 12, waiting for the Reaping tomorrow. I was going to be Reaped, since we let the Capitol find out where we were. We had both escaped from the Games last time, but this time, I was willingly going back to cause a distraction so Conor could sneak around and find the key to the portal.

Here's an exposition dump, and then we can continue. Last year, I was Reaped because I was a cyborg from the magic prosthetics experiments, and the Capitol does not think that the victims of those experiments should be treated like they’re human. Because something something, rebels did this, something something. Total lie, by the way. The Capitol does the experiments and then condemns the victims who are just trying to survive afterwards. Well, I thought my best option was to die, but I found friends and finally figured out I didn’t want to die. Problem was I basically immediately got captured and tortured by the Capitol, which made me feel like I was good for nothing again. My friends helped save me, William adopted me, and I went off with Conor after I recovered to help him, since I wouldn’t let him be alone. And we were working hard on that. Hopefully, I’d be able to see some burned buildings left over from the last time we were in the Capitol.

But that’s about it. Oh, one more thing. I have fire magic from my prosthetics, and I finally learned how to use my magic without hurting myself, so I could use blue fire magic and spread it all over my skin during a fight. I especially liked making the fire go to my back and look like dragon wings made out of blue fire.

But back to the present. Conor wasn’t in bed, and he wasn’t going to stay up all night if I had anything to say about it. I got up and looked out to see him sitting at the table, leaned over some records. The artifact he was going to be looking for. I sighed and walked over to him, making sure to knock on the wall before I got over. I had noticed that he tensed when I touched him without warning.

I hugged him from behind, and he relaxed a bit. I leaned my head on his shoulder, reading a bit of the records he was studying. “What’re you doing? It’s so late, better to just come to bed.” I smirked a bit at that before it slipped. “Are you worried about the plan?”

“I’m worried about you coming back, and that this is yet another false lead. There’s only so many more we can track before they figure out what we’re after, I’m sure.”

I laughed a little. “That’s why I’ll keep their attention on me. Don’t worry. I’ve got a little more foolproof plan than last time. Naivi found some weapons that will disable the forcefield around the are arena that she’ll send in to me. It’ll work well. I’ll just have to do what I do best. Be an annoying pain in the ass and too stubborn for my own good.”

“Yes, you are rather good at that.” I made a pretend-indignant sound. “Afterwards though, as soon as it’s done, we meet back up right away. Anything happens outside of that and well…I’m not sure much will be left standing. Have you heard from the others recently?”

Our friends from last year. I nodded. Warren had sent a letter recently, and Emily really had trained a crow to find us and give us a letter. “They’ve been doing good. But I’ve made sure to not tell William about the plan. I think he’d kill you himself because you were ‘putting me in so much danger’.” As if I hadn’t thought up the plan. I grinned and brushed my lips over his cheek. “I’m excited to cause some chaos though.”

“Somehow I doubt he’d believe you came up with that all on your own. Is he still trying to figure out who I am and what I’ve done? And I’ll be sad to miss the majority of it, so I’ll be eager to hear your retelling.” He smiled softly over at me. “I don’t know whether to wish for a more eventful or less eventful Games this go around.”

“Chaos-wise it should be more eventful. Near death experiences better be less eventful. And I think William is now thoroughly confused about how old you are.”

He laughed, and I melted a little. I loved his laugh. “What was the last number he gave?”

“From what he researched, you would have had to be over a hundred years old. But he couldn’t figure out how that worked.” I grinned at him.

“Maybe when all this is over, I’ll be able to tell him myself. Although, if his research can uncover anything we don’t already know…regardless. You’re in for an eventful day tomorrow. What story do you think they’ll concoct about you being back?”

I hummed, hugging him tighter. “Probably that I tried to run away like a coward again, but I couldn’t run away from the Hunger Games.” I snorted. “Also, I bet they’ll dress me in skimpy clothes, so you’re in for a treat, getting to see me like that now that we’re actually together.” I laughed. It was so odd to be able to say that, but it felt so nice to say.

“Alas, you’ll have to steal someone else’s jacket this time.” He hugged me back, completely relaxing under my touch.

"Maybe you’ll just happen to be my mentor and just happen to see me before the chariots to be the gallant gentleman I know you are?”

“I suppose I can be persuaded to see you off.”

“I’d hope so. We’ll be separated too long already without letting me see you before I head into the arena.” It would be lonely without him. It had been so nice to stay near someone I loved.

“Of course I’ll be there. Now you should rest before your grand show.”

I leaned more on him. I wasn’t going to let him stay up overnight if I could help it. “Only if you’re with me. Please?”

“How could I say no?” He let me lead him to bed, and I fell asleep with my arms around him.