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WEIRD, OLDER & ATTRACTIVE.

pairing. Sergei Kravinoff x fem! reader

synopsis. You finally meet your best friend’s brother.

warnings. platonic! Dmitri Kravinoff x fem! reader, mention of age gap, nothing more ig?

babs’ note: as a starting writer thank you for all the support! I still don’t really know how tumblr works so please have a patience with me! If you have some requests, message me or comment! ily all 🤍

YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND DMITRI were the definition of rich, spoiled children of Russian gangsters.

You met Dmitri at the prestigious private school you both attended. Being in the same year, you quickly became inseparable. Rumors of you two dating spread around the school, but you both knew it was just your shared humor and love for the same things, especially the money of your wealthy fathers, that brought you together.

You didn’t care about their jobs as long as you got what you wanted. Lavish parties, extravagant shopping sprees, and exclusive getaways were just part of your everyday life.

You and Dmitri often teased each other with flirtatious jokes, but it was always clear that it was all for fun and not serious. Neither for you took it to heart.

It was Dmitri's birthday today, and you celebrated it in your favorite club, a place reserved only for exclusive and loyal members.

After Dmitri blew out the candles on his white sparkled cake and opened his gifts, the real celebration began. Among the presents, he received a Cartier bracelet to match yours, and hand made photos album of you two, capturing your most cherished memories together.

You and Dmitri danced to the rhythm of the music, dangerously close, but it didn't bother you. You were used to that.

You truly enjoyed yourself, lost in the music and the laughter. But suddenly, a strange feeling washed over you, as if someone was watching. You glanced around the club, trying to spot the source of this unsettling sensation.

Dmitri pulled you closer, his face full of concern. "What's wrong, Y/n?" he asked, noticing your discomfort.

"Nothing," you shrugged, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. You continued dancing, but couldn't help but periodically scan the crowd, searching for the eyes you felt upon you.

Suddenly, you spot him—a tall, incredibly handsome man with curly hair, standing by the door. His intense gaze was focused solely on you, making you feel a strange mix of curiosity and unease.

“Dima, who’s that weirdly sexy man by the door?” you asked as he spun you around, directing your look towards the door.

“That’s Sergei. My brother,” he said calmly, his expression unreadable. Your eyes widened in surprise. You knew Dmitri had a brother, but you’d only seen photos of them when they were younger, and you heard that Sergei lived isolated from the family.

“No way that’s Sergei?” you exclaimed, still in disbelief. The Sergei you remembered from the photos was a lanky teenager with a mischievous grin, nothing like the imposing figure standing before you now.

Dmitri nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s back in town.”

Your curiosity was piqued, and you couldn't help but steal another glance at Sergei. He looked even more striking in person, his curly hair framing a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you.

“Why didn’t you tell me about him earlier? He’s hella sexy,” you exclaimed, alternating glances between Dmitri next to you and Sergei across the room.

“He’s like... much older than you,” Dmitri said, raising an eyebrow. You always preferred older men for many reasons.

“Not so much,” you rolled your eyes. “And you know I’m kinda into these things.” You gave Dmitri a pointed look as he rolled his eyes. “Unfortunately,” Dmitri muttered, recalling the time you had a serious crush on your history teacher.

Your eyes locked with Sergei's across the room. There was something undeniably charming about him, but also a hint of danger that both intrigued and unsettled you. Maybe that was what pulled you closer.

“Can you maybe introduce me to him?” you smirked, playfully swirling a strand of your hair around your finger and biting your lip as a joke.

“Ugh,” Dmitri groaned with a smile, taking you by the wrist and dragging you through the crowd towards Sergei. As you got closer, the intensity of Sergei's gaze never wavered, making your heart beat just a little faster.

“Bro,” Dmitri blurted out, “Y/n here finds you very attractive,” putting an exaggerated emphasis on the word very. You mentally facepalmed—idiot, idiot, idiot, you thought. Dmitri wasn't exactly known for his tactfulness.

Embarrassed, you hid your face in your palms, taking a deep breath before looking up at Sergei, who was smiling, clearly amused by the situation.

“Well, thank you,” Sergei said with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/n. Dima has told me a lot about you.”

You found it really sweet that Dmitri mentioned you to him. It felt nice knowing that your friendship with Dmitri was something he valued enough to share with his brother.

“So, what brings you back?” you asked, genuinely curious about Sergei’s return.

“I’ve been traveling and working abroad for a while, but I thought it was time to reconnect with family,” Sergei replied, his eyes briefly flickering to Dmitri before returning to you. “And to see what my little brother has been up to.”

As you continued to converse with Sergei, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the possibility of another meeting.

At first sight, Sergei was everything you wanted and liked. He had that intriguing mix of being a bit weird, older, and attractive. The way he spoke with his Russian accent, combined with his looks and maturity, undeniably turned you on.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement every time he smiled or laughed. His deep voice, accentuated by that charming accent, sent shivers down your spine. And the way he carried himself, with confidence and grace, made him even more irresistible.

It was almost surreal—you were losing yourself over your best friend's older brother, someone you were meeting for the first time. You found it hard to believe how quickly you were drawn to him, but there was no denying the strong attraction you felt.

As you stood there, talking to Sergei, you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to spend more time with him.

“I think I’m gonna get some drinks,” Dmitri said, giving you a playful and knowing smirk before leaving. You rolled your eyes but deep down you were really thankful for the brief moment of privacy.

As soon as his brother left, Sergei wasted no time. “I really find you interesting,” he said, his eyes traveling over your body with a barely controlled intensity. It was clear that he meant more than just “interesting,” but the subtext added to the thrill of the moment.

It was your first meeting, yet the connection felt immediate and really strong.

You smiled, trying to keep things light. “Thanks, you aren’t really boring either.”

Sergei’s expression grew serious, his eyes locking onto yours. “Don’t mind me asking this,” he began, hesitating for just a moment. “Maybe we should meet again,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of hopefulness.

A smile spread across your face. He was asking you on a date, and you definitely didn’t mind that. “I’d like that,” you replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

You expected everything from this night—a fun celebration, dancing, and spending time with friends—but definitely not meeting Dmitri’s brother and being asked out the same night.

[cowgiri]

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | as your affair with nanami deepens, lines begin to inevitably blur. what started as stolen moments in his office on campus, has resulted in an invite to his home while his wife is away.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 | prof!nanami, student!reader, infidelity, thigh riding, guided mastrubation, oral sex(m!receiving), throat fucking, praise, orgasm denial, slight size kink, breeding, degradation, full nelson, unprotected p in v, nanami has a filthy mouth, not proofread

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 | 3.7k

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

the following weeks were filled with sneaking to his office before class and after class, lingering around the lecture hall till all the students completely emptied the room after class. but that's what made you enjoy the thrill and rush of it all.

that's what had you addictively coming back for more. the excitement of being caught with your lips wrapped around the tip of a man who was not only married but was also renowned professor at one of the most prestigious universities. 

after that first encounter in office, you regularly began to see each other but he never seemed to have the time to meet outside of campus. well that was until a couple hours ago he had texted you with an address and no context as to where you were going. low and behold, it was his home. or should you say the home of him and his wife?

when he opened the door, he mentioned something about his wife being away. a girls' trip, a weekend getaway, or something along those lines. you hadn't been paying much attention, not when he stood there looking like that. the usual sharp lines of his tailored dress shirts were gone, replaced by a black quarter-zip sweater that clung to his frame in a way that in your words verbatim "should be illegal". he chuckled at the comment.

it was a side of him you rarely saw, something softer, more approachable. domestic, even. you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if this were real. if he weren't married. if you weren't just a secret. but those thoughts were silly and ridiculous. for now, you'd take what you could get, even if it was riding his thigh while he graded papers at his desk in his study like you were doing now.

your harsh grip on his sweater only grows tighter as you rut your dripping cunt against his slacks. the textured material rubs teasingly at your covered clit. your breathy whines muffle into his chest as you feel the peak of your climax rushing on rather quickly. your muscles tighten from the pleasurable tension, and your breath hitches in your lungs.

"ah ah, what did i tell you?" he huffs as his hand comes down to halt the motion of your hips, his grip on your jaw growing tighter.

"i told you to wait until i was finished grading, but here you are, in your panties and humping my thigh like you're a bitch in heat," his words brush against your lips as a smirk grows on his face, seeing your frustration.

his smirk is infuriating. you hate how much you crave his approval, his permission, even as he denies you what you so desperately want. he returns to the stack of papers on his desk, the pen scratching against the page as if nothing has happened. as if you aren't still perched on his thigh, your cunt trembling with need, your mind clouded with a mix of frustration and desire. you shift slightly to start moving, but his hand on your hip clamps down harder, a silent warning.

"stay still," he warns, his voice low and steady, not even glancing up from his work.

you push yourself off his thigh and stand on shaky legs. his grip on your hip loosens, but he doesn't stop you, doesn't say a word. if he isn't going to give you what you want, you sure as hell were going to take it yourself. his eyes follow you as you prop yourself onto his desk, your feet on either armrest of his chair. the stack of papers he's been grading lies beneath you. 

you can see the tension in his jaw harden, the muscle twitching as you spread your thighs wider, the fabric of your lace panties straining against your slick folds. with a deliberate slowness, you hook your fingers into the delicate lace and pull them down, revealing your swollen, tender cunt to him.

his eyes drop to where you're exposed, his breath catching ever so slightly. your fingers trail down, brushing lightly over your delicate clit, and you can't suppress the soft moan that escapes your lips. his hands clench into fists on the arms of the chair, his knuckles whitening.

you circle your clit slowly, teasingly, your eyes locked on his as you let your head fall back slightly, a breathy moan slipping out. the papers beneath you crinkle as you shift, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room. you can feel his gaze on you, and it only makes you bolder.

"look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, "spread out on my desk like you own it. my greedy little girl, always so desperate for me. you can't help yourself, can you?"

"p-please, sir," you whimper, but he cuts you off with a sharp slap to your cunt, the sting making you cry out.

"ah ah," he scolds, his hand sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. his eyes are dark, filled with a mix of hunger and something softer, something that makes your chest ache. " always so eager to please me, even when you know you shouldn't be."

his hand tightens on your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as his eyes bore into yours. his voice is low, commanding, but there's a tenderness in his tone that makes your chest tighten. "you're going to listen to me, aren't you? my good girl. always so obedient, even when you're being a brat."

his other hand trails down your body, his fingers brushing over your collarbone, down your chest, and finally settling on your thigh. his touch is firm, possessive, and it sends a shiver through you.

"go on," he murmurs, his voice soft but laced with authority. "touch yourself for me."

you hesitate for a moment, your fingers trembling as they hover over your clit. his grip on your jaw tightens slightly.

you let out a shaky breath and finally let your fingers brush over your clit, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you. a soft moan escapes your lips, and nanami's eyes darken as he watches you. "that's it," he says, his voice rough with desire. "just like that. show me how wet you are for me."

his hand moves from your thigh to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he guides your movements.

"slow down," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "don't rush. you're going to take your time and do it properly."

you whimper but obey, slowing the pace of your fingers as you circle your clit. his eyes never leave yours, his gaze intense.

"good girl," he murmurs, his voice soft and approving. "you're doing so well for me."

his voice sounds nearly strained at this point. 

his hand moves to your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it as he guides your hand. "just like that," he says, his voice a low growl. "so beautiful when you're playing with your pretty little clit, baby."

his other hand moves to your breast, his fingers brushing over your nipple before pinching it lightly.

"that's it," he says as he palms himself through his slacks. "let me hear you. let me know how much you need me."

you moan, your hips bucking slightly as you continue to touch yourself. his hand tightens on your wrist. "gonna take such good care of you."

his hand moves from your breast to your clit, his fingers brushing over it lightly before replacing yours. you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut as he takes over, his calloused fingers bringing you more pleasure than you could've brought yourself.

"that's it," he coos, his voice soft and filled with affection.

you moan as your hips buck. his hand moves faster, his fingers working you expertly as he watches you fall apart.

"cum for me," he says, his voice low and filled with desire, and that's enough to drive you to the edge. your vision blurs, the world around you fading as you're consumed by the sheer force of your orgasm.

you cry out, your body trembling as pleasure washes over you. his hand slows, his touch gentle as he guides you through your orgasm. "good girl," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with pride. "you did so well for me."

the transition from his desk to his bed was a blur of tangled limbs and heated kisses. his hands were on your hips, pushing you forward until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. you hesitated for a second, after all, it was one thing to fuck in his office and it was an entirely different thing to do it in the bed that he shares with his wife.

but the hesitation was enough for nanami to notice. his grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"what's wrong?" he asks as he scans your face." you didn't think twice about spreading yourself on my desk, but now you're shy? don't tell me you're having second thoughts now, not when i am this hard."

you shook your head quickly.

"no, it's not that," you whispered. "it's just... this is your bed. your wife's bed. it feels…different."

he studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "do you think i care about that right now?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "do you think i give a damn about anything other than you and how badly i want to fuck you?"

you didn't have time to respond before his lips were on yours, his kiss hungry and demanding as he pinned you to the bed. you moaned into the kiss, your hands clawing at his shoulders as you pulled him closer, desperate to feel more of him.

he broke the kiss to quickly strip of his clothes. his hands moved to the hem of his black quarter-zip sweater, gripping the fabric and pulling it up over his head in one swift motion. the muscles in his arms and chest flexed as he lifted the sweater, revealing the defined lines of his torso. his skin was smooth, save for a few faint scars that only added to his rugged appeal. the faint trail of hair leading from his navel down to the waistband of his slacks made your mouth go dry.

next, his fingers moved to the buckle of his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room. he undid it with practiced ease, the leather sliding free from the loops of his slacks. his hands then moved to the button and zipper, and you couldn't help but hold your breath as he pushed the fabric down his hips, revealing the sharp v-line of his pelvis and the faint dusting of golden hair that led lower. his slacks pooled at his feet, and he stepped out of them, leaving him in just his boxer briefs.

the fabric clung to him, leaving little to the imagination. the outline of his length was unmistakable, thick and heavy, straining against the material. your eyes lingered there, your heart pounding as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slowly pushed them down.

his cock was thick, veiny, and imposing, the tip flushed a deep red and already glistening with precum. the veins running along the shaft pulsed faintly. you had seen him multiple times before but you had never quite gotten used to the sight of him.

"see something you like?" he teases as he notices your wide-eyed stare. his hand wraps around the base, giving himself a slow, deliberate stroke as he watches you.

he looks like sex itself in that very moment. hair tousled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. you had managed to make a mess of what seemed to be the most composed man on the face of earth—and you love it.

"come here," he orders. "need to feel that beautiful mouth on me."

you don't hesitate for a second as you prop yourself up on your hands and knees, crawling to the end of the bed where he stands.

his hands grip your hair and guides you to his throbbing cock.

"open up," he orders as his grip in your hair slightly tightens. your lips part, complying to his demand. the first touch of your tongue to his flushed tip floods your taste buds with the salty taste of him.

your lips wrap around his thick head, sucking gently as your tongue swirls around the sensitive slit. a low grunt falls from his lips as you continue to tease him.

"fuck," he exhales in a strained voice. his cock twitches in your mouth as you slowly begin to take him deeper.

"just like that, pretty girl," he praises as he guides himself farther down your throat. it's taking everything in him to not fuck your throat rough and raw. you moan around him, his praise making your cunt flutter.

drool pools in your mouth, spilling past your lips and dripping down his shaft, slicking him up as you work him deeper. the sound is obscene, wet, sloppy, and utterly filthy. his grip on your hair tightens as he starts to thrust in your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

you gag, tears welling in your eyes, but you don't pull away. you can't. the taste of him, the weight of him on your tongue, the way his cock pulses and twitches as he nears the edge—you needed it.

his hips stutter, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fucks your mouth.

"fuck, you're so good at this," he gasps in a strained voice. "takin' me so deep. such a perfect little cocksleeve."

you moan around him, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every push. his free hand grips your chin, holding you in place as he uses your mouth, his movements growing more erratic, more desperate. you can feel him twitching, pulsing, the way he does when he's about to come, and your own arousal throbs in response, your core aching with need.

but then he pulls you off his cock with a lewd pop, the sudden loss of him leaving you gasping for air. a string of saliva and precum connects your lips to his tip, and you nearly whimper at the emptiness, your mouth still aching for him. your eyes, watery and pleading, meet his.

"oh, my poor little girl. look at you," he coos, his voice low and dripping with dark amusement as he takes in the sight of you. your lips glistening, your chin slick with drool, your eyes wet and your cheeks tear-streaked.

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, smearing the mixture of saliva and his precum further as he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "such a pretty little mess,"

you whimper, your hands gripping his thighs as you lean forward, desperate to taste him again, but he stops you with a firm hand around your throat.

"need to fuck that slutty pussy of yours next. she's so wet i can hear her squelching," he grunts as his hand wraps around his heavy, drool-covered cock, pumping himself slowly as he watches you with hungry eyes. the sound of his slick strokes mixed with the lewd squelch of your arousal make your cheeks burn. your thighs tightening instinctively at his filthy words.

before you can protest, his hands roughly grip your hips, lifting you effortlessly as if you weigh nothing.

and then he's spearing you with his cock, thick and unrelenting, stretching you open in one brutal thrust. you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out, filling you completely. the burn is almost too much, but the pleasure that follows is overwhelming, your body trembling as it adjusts to his size.

his hips snap against yours with a force that has you seeing stars. the sound of skin slapping  against skin and squelches fills the room, mingling with your moans and his ragged breaths.

his hands move to your ass, squeezing and spreading the globes roughly as he pulls you closer, his cock sinking deeper with every stroke. he's obsessed with it, the sound of your wetness, the way your body clings to him.

"is my pretty girl feelin' so good?" he whispers as his lips brush against your ear, the deep tone of his voice vibrating in your chest. you feel your cunt squeeze even tighter around him.

you shamelessly nod your head. you're dizzy and overstimulated by everything. his skin on yours, the smell of his cologne, his sweet whispers in your ear. it's all too much.

the back of his knees meet the edge of the bed, and in one swift motion, he flips you, your back now pressed against his chest. his elbows lock under your knees as he folds you into a full nelson. the position leaves you completely exposed. you can feel the cool air against your most sensitive parts, it has your pussy fluttering uncontrollably. everything is on display—your swollen, puffy clit, your glistening folds, the way your arousal drips down onto the sheets beneath you.

his lips brush against your ear as he unhooks one leg to caress your cunt.

"so fucking wet, so desperate. your pretty little clit’s all swollen, begging for attention. and this tight little cunt-" he pauses, his fingers brushing against your slick entrance, making you gasp. "-it’s practically screaming for my cock, isn’t it?"

"put it in," he says as he guides your hand down to where his cock is.

"go on, pretty girl. put it in for me."

your hand trembles as you reach back, your fingers wrapping around his thick, veiny shaft. he feels hot, heavy, and impossibly hard under your touch. you guide him to your entrance, the tip pressing against your slick folds, and your breath hitches as you feel the stretch, the way he pushes inside you. you see the way he bullies himself in inch by inch. god, you nearly come from just the sight of it—the way his thick cock disappears inside you, stretching you open in the most delicious way.

"s-shit, gonna break my cock from how tight you are," he groans as he bottoms out in your cunt.

your breath hitches as he hooks his arm back under your knee, spreading you wide once more. his eyes are glued to where you're connected, watching as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back into you, his cock stretching you open with every thrust.

"watching myself disappear inside you—fuck, it’s the best thing i’ve ever seen. your little pussy’s so greedy, taking every inch like it’s starving for me. you love it, don’t you? love feeling me stretch you open, fill you up?"

you moan, your body trembling as he drives into you again, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

"y-yes, sir," you gasp, your nails digging into his arms. "you fuck me so—ugh—good."

his thrusts grow more frantic, more desperate, each one hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

"you’re such a good little slut for me," he groans as his lips brush against your ear.

"takin' me so well, sweet girl. gonna fill your pretty pussy. gonna pump you so full of my cum, you’ll feel it dripping out of you for hours. and i'm gonna watch every drop leak out of that greedy little cunt of yours and stuff it back in. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?"

your mind nearly melts at the idea. his filthy words drive you closer and closer to the edge as he pounds into your cunt, his heavy balls slapping your poor, puffy clit. that familiar sensation pools in your stomach as your body.

"fuck, yes, y-yes,nanami—" you whine, your voice breaking as he drives into you again

"cum on my cock, pretty girl. let me feel you squeeze me."

and just like that, your body tightens, your cunt spasming around him as you come, your vision blurring as pleasure washes over you in waves. it's intense, overwhelming, every nerve in your body alight with ecstasy as your orgasm rips through you. you can feel yourself clenching around him, begging to milk his cock as he continues to fuck you through your climax, his thrusts growing more erratic.

"that’s it," he praises as he watches you fall apart beneath him. his hips stutter, pulling him closer to his own release. "watch as i fill up this pretty cunt."

your body trembles as he drives into you one last time, his cock pulsing as he spills inside you. your eyes are glued to the sight of his release pouring into you—his thick, creamy release spills out around the base of his cock and coats your swollen folds.

"look at that. such a good girl, you did so well for me taking all of my cum," he coos, his voice filled with awe as he pulls out slightly, watching as his cum begins to drip out of your used cunt.

professor kento nanami may have been perfect and composed on the surface, but one thing was a fact—he fucked the complete opposite. he fucked nasty and raw, with a filthy mouth that leaves you always wanting to come back for more.

[outsideratheart]

Snippet - Anyone But You (Alexia Putellas x reader)

It was the most important night in football as players all around the globe gathered in Paris for the prestigious Balon d’Or ceremony. Despite being one of the front runners you really didn’t want to be there have just played the last game in the international break. This was now the third time you have been ranked high but having just lost out in the previous two years, last year’s being to Alexia Putellas. 

The moment your name is called though all irritated feelings disappear and proudness replaces them. You look into the audience and connect eyes with your sister Leah who was hands down your biggest fan, you could ask her and she would say the same thing. Even though Alexia had just lost, she too stood and applauded you with a grin on her face. You can only nod your head as your own sign of respect.

A couple of hours pass by and your social battery is all put empty. When Leah is having a little photoshoot with your trophy you see it as a perfect time to leave given that your younger sister is else wise occupied.

There was a chill in the air are you wait for your car service to arrive. Out the corner of your eye you see Alexia who is also waiting for her getaway car only she has a look a frustration on her face.

“¿Esta todo bien?” You took the small of amounts of steps so that you were by her side. Alexia sends you a soft smile as you make the effort to speak her language.

“I wanted to leave but the car is for the team and they are still in there” Alexia points back to the building.

“You’re staying at Le Grand Mazarin, right?” The Spaniard nods her head “Me too. You can share my car if you want” 

Alexia thanks you many times and by the time she is done your car is pulling up. 

Both of you watch the streets of Paris pass by you. The car journey is taking a little while longer due to traffic but neither of you seem to mind. You do find yourself stealing glances at the blonde, choosing to take in the sights of her instead of the french architecture.

Truth is you found her extremely attractive and looked forward to these awards shows because you knew she would also be in attendance.

It is when the car comes to a complete standstill for the fourth time that you decide to make a move.

You place your hand gently on her thigh as a way to get her attention.

“Do you want to walk the rest of the way?”

Alexia glances down at her shoes before asking you how far away you were. When you tell her that it’s only an half hour walk she accepts your invite whilst butterflies flutter in her stomach.

Yes, the hotel was only a short distance but somehow you are both walking the streets of Paris two hours later. You both talk about the pressures of your career, the love you have for your families and the kind of things regular people would talk about on their first date.

When you get back to your hotel Alexia invites you for a night cap in her hotel room. It is an invite that you do not decline. She, like you, had a room with a balcony that overlooked the Eiffel Tower. You never saw Paris as the city of love but with Alexia standing beside you, your outlook began to change.

“Can you believe that this is our lives?” Alexia asks you the unintentionally heavy question.

“Do you ever think about living a different life? Like you are destined for something more?” You answer her question with another question.

“We are Balon d’Or winning football players. What more are you talking about?”

“You wouldn’t understand. You are living your dream at Barcelona”

“And you are at Arsenal. It is your club just as Barcelona is mine”

But what if I don’t want it to be my club anymore? 

You don’t say that or at least you didn’t think you did.

“I cannot imagine you in anything but an Arsenal shirt” Alexia response lets you know that you did in fact say it out loud.

“I can’t either and that’s the problem” you shake your head as you rid you mind of the thoughts “Forget I said anything”

“I can make you forget about it” Alexia closes the space between you, her hand comes to your cheek before leaning in to kiss you.

She did in fact make you forget about football and the stresses you were feeling. 

When you wake up several hours later you do so with her arm wrapped securely around your waist. You feel vulnerable and exposed so you do what you think is best; you leave.

The walk from Alexia’s room to the elevator felt much longer than it did the night before and it makes you realise that you are making a mistake. You have an incredible night with the Barcelona Captain, the best night you have had in a long long while. You are filled with regret as you all but run back to her room only you find the door slightly ajar.

“You never do this Alexia. You slept with Y/N Williamson and she is-“

“It was a mistake. You know how these nights are and I used her as a distraction. It was nothing, a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Last night you felt a connection with Alexia but clearly she didn’t feel the same thing. 

Paris wasn’t the city of love. Paris was the city of lust and severe disappointment.

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in January 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #58 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

❄️ and i would search the night sky to find you by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 56k, omegaverse) Harry Styles is a high class, well-bred Omega attending Bosworth Academy - a prestigious boarding school looking over the small town on Kinsey. He has his whole life already planned for him, learning his place as the potential mate for an important Alpha, practicing his home making skills, and be obedient above all else.

❄️ You're Not My Type (still I fall) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter

(M, 38k, omegaverse) This is just a bit of rain; it'll blow over. Then Harry will just... well, alright, he isn't entirely sure what to do when the rain stops because he'll still be stuck and lost. 

❄️ I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours

(T, 35k, coffee shop) Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. 

❄️ Until the Pearls Get Lost by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 25k, omegaverse) With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

❄️ Something To Remember by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 25k, soulmate au) Will a trip to Maui’s most exclusive and private resort bring these two soulmates together, or will their bodies be constant reminders of what they missed out on?

❄️ Rolling Stone UK Awards AU (series) by INnenaHeart / @thechavier

(M, 15k, canon divergence) Harry started walking away from him and he felt like he was missing the moment, if he let him go like this he would lose on something. Something great. Something beautiful.

❄️ Sex Drunk Suckerpunch by thinlines / @thinlinez

(E, 7k, sugar baby) Sugar Baby Louis did what any sugar baby should avoid doing but (clichely) end up doing anyways, that is, failing for his sugar mama.

❄️ Harmony by @nouies

(E, 6k, omegaverse) When they get stuck together in an elevator, Harry scents Louis after nothing else works to bring him out of his panicked state.

❄️ Saving Sweet Creature by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

(G, 6k, mermaid) Louis lives a life he wouldn’t change anything for, with Cliff by his side. What happens when he meets a mermaid who quite likely hates him?

❄️ powerless (and i don't care) by localopa / @voulezloux

(E, 4k, daddy kink) everyone on tour calls each other daddy, don’t ask why. and louis is so used to calling everyone “daddy” that, when he finally comes home, naturally he calls harry that.

❄️ Tuca Tuca (ILikeYouILikeYouILikeYou) by @persephoneflouwers

(E, 4k, canon) The San Francisco getaway AU, where Harry is needy and Louis has a flight to LA in a few hours.

❄️ Stuck in Midnight Traffic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(M, 3k, Christmas) the one where two broken people meet in an empty tube car on Christmas Eve. Can they find a way to heal each other?

❄️ Just Hold On by @silverstuff50

(M, 3k, security guard) “Harry, I’m fine.” Louis says soothingly. “I know I’m safe because you and Joni are there. As long as I can feel you holding me I know I’ll be ok.”

❄️ tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve by padfootyoudog / @louisisworthit

(G, 2k, royal au) Doncaster loses the war, and Louis is the prize.

❄️ Mistletoe Kiss by @neondiamond

(G, 1k, roommates) A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

❄️ Oh Christmas Three by @tommokat

(M, 1k, omegaverse) A birthday surprise goes awry. Louis doesn’t understand. Harry blames the oven.

❄️ Always You by @enchantedlandcoffee

(G, 1k, exes) Louis calls his ex on Valentine's Day.

- Rare Pairs -

❄️ like a moth into a flame by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 5k, Zayn/Louis) A student writes Zayn a sex poem. The only logical conclusion is for Louis and Zayn to fake date.

❄️ Fine Line by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(G, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Telling his family was always going to be a big deal, but doing it alone was a sacrifice he could make. He never thought they’d fall about laughing.

❄️ to wake up by your side is all I wanna do by @beardyboyzx

(G, 1k, Zayn/Niall) Sometimes, Niall still thinks about the way Zayn’s laugh sounds when they watch TV and Niall makes up fake answers for whatever quiz show they’re watching.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐔 ⁂

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Is it your first time visiting Twisted Wonderland? If so, please allow us the honour to introduce our beautiful region to you! Whether you are planning your trip as a relaxing getaway or are looking to feel the thrill of watching our nation’s best battling it out, you are sure to find this region worth your time.

From the lush forests of Briar Valley over the impressive dunes of the Scalding Sands all the way to the azure depths of the Coral Sea, the region boasts not only awe-inspiring flora, but also various species of pokémon. You might recognise some of their names from your Pokédex, yet their appearance is guaranteed to surprise you. Yes, much like other regions, Twisted Wonderland is home to a few regional variants that we call ‘Twisted Forms’. 

After a day’s worth of exploring everything the region has to offer, you can immerse yourself in the exciting atmosphere of a professional pokémon battle. Whether it is in the stands of one of our many stadiums or from the comfort of your temporary home through televised and online streams, watching the nation’s best give it their all is guaranteed to get your heart racing!

What sets the battles in Twisted Wonderland apart from those in other regions is the ability of strong trainers to use their Unique Magic to directly influence a battle. It’s a trainer’s innate talent that cannot be copied by anyone else and marks those who are able to use it as truly strong. It goes without saying that these abilities have the potential to change the flow of any battle and keep a match interesting until the very end!

Given the popularity of Pokémon battles as a sport, it should come as no surprise that many aspire to go professional and climb the League’s ranks. However, only a select few have what it takes. Sage Island is the epicentre of developing all things Pokémon-related. Not only is it home to the Pokémon League, the most prestigious academic institutions for aspiring young adults are located there as well.

Both Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy, run by leading professors Dire Crowley and Ambrose LXIII, have the reputation of fostering a learning environment that consistently produces the strongest trainers of a generation. Furthermore, their students are also recognised in various other fields, such as the development and manufacturing of gadgets or the studies of types, attacks, abilities, evolutions and the like. Therefore it is not surprising many of them receive offers to go abroad for their internship to study under renowned professors and entrepreneurs from all over the world.

In fact, these institutions are so accomplished, they host the local Gym Challenge, which enables trainers outside the Top 10 to challenge the Elite Four in order to potentially qualify for the annual Champion’s Tournament. To determine which school gets the prestigious honour of putting forward the Gym Leaders, an exclusive tournament is held at the beginning of the season. For the past few decades, RSA has been able to clutch the win on the privilege of hosting the Gym Challenge.

Has your curiosity been piqued and your wanderlust set in? If so, the Twisted Wonderland Services and Tourism Centre eagerly awaits your timely arrival and looks forward to welcoming you to our beautiful region in person! 

If you have any further questions, please visit our Travel FAQ or contact the staff of the TWSTC directly.

For more information on the local Pokémon, please visit the website of Twisted Wonderland’s Bellwether Institute.

For more information on internships and studies abroad, please visit the homepages of Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy.

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[archangeldyke-all]

pls more about bodyguard!sev !!! them going public !!! the public loving them !! the wedding !!!!! help !!!

help is on the way babe <3

men and minors dni

funnily enough, your fans were the first people to suspect that something was happening between you and sevika-- only they suspected it months before you OR sevika even realized you had feelings for each other.

once you publicly announce your relationship, your fanbase goes crazy, absolutely ecstatic that you two managed to get your shit together.

sometimes, you and sevika will scroll through your #shipname on social media, watching corny edits of the two of you interacting. it always makes you both a little sappy and weepy-- you guys really are a cute couple-- even when you didn't realize you were a couple yet.

sevika keeps her position as your personal guard, but you add an extra personal guard to work with her on her shifts, to cover her watch when she's distracted by admiring you, or take over as first when you ask her to attend an event as your date.

of course, the media loves your relationship. sevika's comfortable with the cameras when she's working, when she's not the star of the show, but she absolutely hates the idea of all eyes being on her.

so you do one joint interview on night time television to address your relationship, and that's it.

sevika grips your hand the entire time, shaking in her boots. you answer most of the questions for her, and she spends the interview lovingly watching you effortlessly charm the crowd.

there is one question she takes though.

"when did you know you were in love with one another?" the old woman behind the talk show desk asks. sevika perks up with a smile on her lips and speaks without hesitation.

"first time i saw her sick." the audience laughs, but you don't-- you've never heard this before. "i'm serious. i knew i liked her for a while, but i thought it was just because she was always dolled up and on her best behavior when i was around. it's her job to be likeable-- i thought she was just good at her job. and she is, don't get me wrong. but the moment i knew, we were staying in thailand and she'd gotten horrible food poisoning. i remember coming to her hotel room to check on her. she answered in her pajamas, barf dried on her mouth, her eyes crusty from the nap she was taking-- she looked horrible. and when i saw her, i still felt that exact same relief and excitement i always did. and i felt it the rest of the night, too. even when she threw up on me." the audience 'awwww's. sevika smiles.

you promised her you wouldn't do too much pda in public-- it makes her uncomfortable to have so many people watching. but when you hear this, you just have to lean over and press a firm kiss to her lips. she doesn't seem to mind. the crowd goes wild.

your manager insists you have a big wedding. it's not sevika's thing, and it's not yours either. but you're a star, and sevika's the love of your life-- the people want a wedding.

so you plan something big. something wild and extravagant, with hundreds of paparazzi out front of the venue, and the most prestigious of your collages in attendance. your cake is taller than sevika, your dress is more a sculpture than a dress. it's all a lot. neither of you want it.

so the week before your wedding, you take sevika on a little getaway. you pack her favorite black suit, and your favorite white dress, and you drive her out to a small little retirement town where no one recognizes you.

you elope.

you marry in a tiny courthouse in the middle of nowhere, your witness being a grumpy old man who'd come to city hall to pay a parking ticket.

you both cry when you exchange ring pops (your real rings in your manager's possession until the wedding) and your kiss gets so nasty that your witness nearly has a stroke.

you spend the rest of the week in 'honeymoon' bliss-- fucking in the tiny hotel room you rented out, only leaving to hit up a greasy diner and nourish yourselves before returning to your love nest.

by the time your real wedding comes, you and sevika are both so fucked out and drunk off love for one another that you don't even notice all the fuss surrounding you.

it's just sevika, looking gorgeous as she stares at you on the altar. that's all you see that day. just. sevika sevika sevika.

the media notices. there's an article published about how there's only a handful of photos from your wedding and the following reception where you and sevika aren't lovingly gazing at each other, like you're the only two people in the whole world.

there's no photos from your real honeymoon... but there is a small gossip article where one of the housekeepers who was working in the hotel you both stayed in claims that you and sevika were, 'goin' at it like fuckin' rabbits.'

your manager tries to get it taken down, but you don't really mind... it's not like the kid was lying...

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[writingforaliens]

I know I'm about to spill my soul to tumblr, but I have to get this off my chest.

Romancing Gale has been one of the most tear-ridden, emotional, cathartic, healing experiences I have ever had, let alone from a game. In some ways, it has been better than my time in IO therapy. Like so many Galemancers, I'm a burned out, traumatized gifted kid. His story is too parallel to mine: I was labeled gifted at three, was told I was destined for greatness, became a people pleaser with messed up sense of self worth, and "contracted" my orb while trying to impress everyone (I have crippling ADHD that made itself known while I was enrolled at a prestigious univeristy). I had to rebuild my sense of self and learn to accept who I am in the aftermath. Whenever I try to convince Gale that he is enough, I'm getting to talk to myself. I'm learning to be patient and gentle to myself by convincing Gale to be the same to himself.

But that's not all.

My parents are...less than stellar examples of a functioning relationship. I'll spare the details, but they have no romance and little visible love, though i do think they love each other, in whatever strange way they do. I'm not even sure they have many shared interests. I got extremely lucky to have married who I married, because I don't think I understood how normal, loving relationships worked. I thought a good relationship was an absence of fighting and some decent physical attraction. I got lucky I married who I did; I was on a doomed path. Gale has reminded me that it's okay to want and to have not just a relationship, but romance, that flowers and loving words can be part of reality, not just fairy tales and novels. For years, I've shot down spontaneous, nice dates or weekend getaways, or just gently accepted flowers because I don't know how to deal. My husband loves to offer all of that. And the words of some silly pixel man changed that. I can allow myself to be romanced and wooed (and wowed *winkwink*).

I can love and accept love and be loved for who I am, not what I offer.

[balladcry]

𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 , modern au.

thirty year old 𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘄𝘆𝗻, a true crime sensation instagram influencer, socialite + daughter of the secretary of defence, has been making up for her decade long absence from the public eye as she graces the headlines for yet 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅. those most recently caught in the storm of her escapades have been a string of upcoming political figures, new tech startup founders + ivy league athletes. yet despite her 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦, aryanne still cannot shake the podcasters + true crime fanatics that continue to shed light on the infamous 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 in the winter of 2009 in which a lacrosse team from a prestigious prep school were stranded in the northern wilderness following engine failure. the month long party search unveiled 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌, who were believed to have succumbed to the conditions. after over a decade of silence, fans are eager to see if aryanne's time in the spotlight will lead to a 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 from her perspective as one of the silver hawks girls. in the meantime, amidst her latest scandal, recent instagram posts suggest aryanne has retreated to 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁 for the holiday season — is this a relaxing getaway, or a carefully guised rehab stint while her pr stifle the flames ?

[sweetspring13]

Las Vegas Chill

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Travis and Taylor arrived in Las Vegas with a sense of excitement and anticipation. The bright lights of the city welcomed them, casting a glamorous glow over their weekend plans. Travis had been invited to a prestigious golf game by a prominent business brand, making this trip more than just a getaway—it was a crucial networking opportunity. Taylor was thrilled to join him, eager to see him shine in his element.

As they pulled up to the golf course, they could see a small group of people waiting for them. Everyone got closer to greet them, shaking hands with his partners, Travis looked at Taylor with a hand on her back "Guys, this is Taylor, my partner" he said, smiling warmly.

Taylor shook hands with each person, flashing her bright smile. "It's great to meet you all," she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth and friendliness.

--

The morning on the golf course was beautiful. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden hue over the green expanse. Taylor watched Travis play, her heart swelling with pride as he skillfully maneuvered his way through the game, making impressive shots and charming his companions with his easy-going nature. She walked beside him, chatting with his colleagues and enjoying the fresh air.

However, as the day wore on, the weather took a turn. The once warm breeze turned chilly, and Taylor, dressed in a summer dress, felt the cold biting through her clothes. She rubbed her arms briskly but kept her smile intact, not wanting to dampen Travis's spirits or distract him from the game. She hadn´t thought of bringing a sweater, and was quickly regretting it as she felt another shiver run down her spine.

By the afternoon, the wind had picked up, sending a persistent chill through the air. Taylor’s nose had begun to run, and she felt stuffy. She instinctively reached for her purse, hoping to find a tissue, but she sighed defeatedly when she couldn´t find any. She had no choice but to keep sniffling and wiping her nose on her wrist. Despite her discomfort, she kept a smile on her face, cheering Travis on and engaging in conversation with his colleagues.

During a short break, Taylor moved closer to Travis, seeking warmth from his embrace. "Hey," she said, hugging him tightly.

Travis hugged her back, feeling her shivering. He heard her sniffles and looked at her with concern. "Are you okay, babe?" he asked, rubbing her back gently.

"Snff... Yeah! Snff... just chilly," Taylor replied, trying to sound upbeat as she wiped her nose with her fingers.

"Do you want to go wait for me in the clubhouse?" Travis asked, his brow furrowed with worry. “It´ll be warmer in there” He rubbed her back gently.

Taylor shook her head. "No, I want to watch you play. You’re doing great," she said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Travis kissed the top of her head, rubbing her arms for a few more seconds before he had to return to the game.

The wind picked up, making her shiver. She tried to stay cheerful, but it was becoming harder to ignore the cold and her increasingly stuffy nose.

“Hhh...hhih...hhetxchew!! Snfl,” she sneezed, catching the attention of some of the others.

“Bless you,” said one of Travis’s partners, a friendly woman named Janet.

“Thanks,” Taylor replied, sniffling embarrassed and pinching her nose with her fingers, trying to stop her tickly nose for good.

--

The game finally ended, and they said their goodbyes to everyone, making their way back to the hotel to change for dinner. As they walked to the car, Taylor’s nose was all pink and stuffy, and she was sniffling continuously. They got into the car, and Taylor immediately turned on the heat, sighing with relief as the warmth enveloped her.

"Ughh…I can’t wait to get to the hotel and take a hot shower," Taylor said, her voice congested, as she rubbed her hands trying to warm them up a little bit.

Travis looked at her with a guilty expression. "You should’ve gone to the clubhouse instead of standing in the cold. I hadn’t realized you were freezing," he said, regret evident in his tone.

"I just wanted to see you play," Taylor replied, but a sneeze interrupted her. "Huhhh... hehhh... heht’SHOO! Snff..."

"Bless you," Travis said, reaching over to the glove box. "There should be some tissues in here."

Taylor took the tissues gratefully and blew her stuffy nose. "Snff... Ugh, that’s better," she sighed, feeling some relief. She had been needing to blow her nose for hours now.

Travis looked at her again, rubbing her shoulder. "Are you getting sick?" he asked gently.

"No, I’m fine," Taylor assured him, giving her nose one last wipe. "My nose is just runny from being out in the cold."

They continued talking on the way back to the hotel, discussing the people they had met and the conversations they had. Travis had a knack for making connections, and Taylor loved listening to him recount his interactions.

--

As they reached their hotel room, Travis opened the door, letting Taylor in first. As soon as she stepped inside, she sneezed again. “Huhhh... hehhh... heht’SHOO! Hheh... hehh... hheh’CHSHOO!!” She sneezed into the ball of used tissues she held in her hand.

"Bless you," Travis said, kissing her head and rubbing her back. "Go take a warm shower. It’ll help."

Taylor nodded and headed to the bathroom. The hot shower did wonders for her, the steam clearing her runny nose and providing much-needed relief. The warm water felt heavenly, and she stayed in the shower for a long time, letting the heat seep into her cold bones and clear her runny nose. When she finally emerged, wrapped in a towel, she felt much better. She entered the bedroom, where Travis was waiting for her.

"Feeling better?" he asked, hugging her as she leaned into his embrace.

"Yeah, much better," Taylor replied, breathing deeply and feeling content wrapped up in his strong arms. "What time do we have to go out?"

"In about an hour," Travis said, watching her with a tender smile. "We should start getting ready."

He came out from the bathroom and sat on the bed to put on his shoes, but stopped watching her as she got ready. Taylor was sitting on the desk table at the end of the room and he could watch her reflection in the mirror as she put on her make up. He watched lovingly how she carefully applied her eyeliner, her hand steady and precise. He loved watching her get ready, the way she concentrated so intently, the small furrow in her brow as she focused. Every detail of her face was etched in his memory, and he never got tired of looking at her.

He noticed how she paused, her eyes closing and her breath hitching before she sneezed again. “Aaah...snfl...ahhit'chhew!!!”

"Bless you," Travis said, walking over to her. "Are you sure you want to go out tonight?"

"Yeah, of course!" Taylor replied, though her voice was slightly congested. “It´ll be fun!”

Travis came closer, a playful smile on his lips. "You know? I can think of better things we could be doing tonight if we stayed here," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Oh, really?" Taylor replied with a teasing smile. "What kind of things?"

"Something like this," Travis murmured, kissing her shoulder. "Or this," he added, leaving a trail of small kisses all over her neck, face, and lips. "And this," he whispered, kissing the perfect spot behind her ear that he knew made her weak.

Taylor sighed contentedly, running her fingers through his hair. "This is nice," she said softly.

Their kisses deepened, and they got lost in each other. "There's no way we’re going out tonight," Travis murmured between kisses.

Taylor giggled, "We’re gonna be late," she said, though she didn’t really make any attempts to stop him.

“Don´t care” He mumbled into her neck.

They continued making out for a few more minutes, but when Taylor felt they were getting more heated, she finally leaned back, giving him one last kiss. "Baby... we have to go."

They finished changing, and Travis asked Taylor for help with his tie. She came closer to help him, but a now familiar tickle sparked in her nose. She sniffled as she tried to keep tying his tie, but the tickle grew stronger. "Excuse mbe... hehh... heht’CHOO! Snff!" She turned around to sneeze into her elbow.

"Bless you, baby," Travis said, watching her with concern.

"Sorry," Taylor mumbled, finishing with his tie. “There… snff” She said rubbing her nose, “You look great, babe”. She stepped back a little bit to look at him, smiling as she watched her boyfriend´s final look.

"Thank you, baby. You look beautiful," Travis said, complimenting her. Taylor came closer once again, standing in her tiptoes to plant a small kiss into his lips.

“You ready?” He asked her and they grabbed all their stuff and headed off to the car.

--

They arrived to the fancy restaurant where Travis’s business manager and some other brand partners were waiting for them for dinner. As they arrived, Travis introduced Taylor to everyone, and they settled in for dinner.

"Taylor, this is Mike, my business manager," Travis said, gesturing to a tall man with a friendly smile. "And this is Sarah, from the brand team."

"It’s nice to meet you both," Taylor said, shaking their hands.

Dinner went well. Travis was his usual charming self, engaging in interesting conversations and making everyone laugh. Taylor, however, was quieter than usual, her constant sniffles making her feel self-conscious. She laughed at Travis’s jokes and made small comments, but she wasn’t her usual bubbly self. She could feel her nose running non-stop, and she discreetly sniffled and wiped it, not wanting to blow her nose in front of everyone.

"Taylor, how are you finding Vegas?" one of the partners, Blake, asked.

"It’s amazing," Taylor replied with a smile. "I´m so glad we came."

"It really is," Sarah agreed. "Have you two had a chance to explore much?"

"Not yet," Taylor said. "But we’re hoping to see more tomorrow."

As dinner wrapped up, Mike suggested they all go to a bar for drinks. "What do you say, Travis? Want to join us?"

Travis glanced at Taylor, noticing her glassy eyes and pink nose. "I think we’ll pass tonight. It’s been a long day," he said, giving a polite smile.

Taylor looked up at him, surprised but secretly relieved. She felt stuffy, her nose hadn’t stopped running all day, and she was dying for a minute to blow her nose.

"Alright, maybe next time," Mike said, giving them a friendly nod.

They said their goodbyes and stepped outside, the cool night air hitting them. Taylor shivered, stopping in her tracks as a dazed look came over her. "Hhut'chshh!! Snfl....Hhehishh!!!" She sneezed into her hands.

"Bless you," Travis said, taking off his jacket and putting it around her shoulders.

"Thandk you," Taylor said, smiling up at him.

"Why didn’t you want to go to the bar?" she asked, curious. "It seemed like fun."

"I thought we could use the early night," Travis said, kissing her cheek. "You seem tired."

Taylor looked at him, surprised. He was never one to decline a night out, especially in Las Vegas. "Oh, are you sure? Snff.. I'mb finde if you wadt to go out for a bit, babe."

Travis kissed her cheek again. "We can go out another night. Let’s just go to bed early tonight."

They continued walking, but as they reached the car, Taylor sneezed again. “Aaah...snfl...ahhit'chhew!!!”

"Bless you, baby," Travis said, rubbing her back.

"Snfff.. ugh.. snff!.. I thidk I'mb gettidg sick… snff!" Taylor said defeatedly.

Travis kissed her forehead, caressing her cheek. "Yeah, I think you are, love. Let’s just go to the hotel and order some tea and tissues for you, okay?"

Taylor smiled happily. "Okay."

They finally got into the car and drove back to the hotel, the warmth of the car soothing Taylor’s chills. --

Back in their room, Travis had ordered tea and extra tissues while Taylor changed into her pajamas. She blew her nose loudly, finally able to relieve some of the congestion. Travis handed her a steaming cup of tea and sat beside her on the bed.

"Here you go, love," he said, rubbing her back.

"Thadks, snff," she said, taking a sip. "This is good."

Travis smiled, pulling her close. "I'm sorry you got sick baby."

"It's ndot your fault," Taylor said, snuggling into his chest. "I had fun today."

"Thank you for coming, I really appreciate it," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "I love you."

"I love you too," she murmured, her eyes closing as she finally relaxed into his arms.

--

Taylor woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the faint hum of traffic outside their hotel room. She lay in bed, savoring the warmth of the blankets and the comforting presence of Travis beside her. His arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close. She wanted to go back to sleep; but now that she was awake, she couldn't ignore the dull pounding in her temples or the raw ache in the back of her throat. She shifted a little and felt a wave of congestion hit her, her nose was completely stuffed up. She tried to breathe through her nose, but it was no use. A deep, throaty cough escaped her lips, and she winced at the sound.

Travis stirred beside her, he tightened his grip around her and kissed the top of her head. "Good morning, beautiful," Travis mumbled into her hair, his voice thick with sleep.

"Good bordig," Taylor replied, her voice thick with congestion. She sniffled quietly, snuggling closer to his chest.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her arm.

"I'b feelig better," Taylor lied, forcing a smile. She felt him pressing a kiss into her forehead while mumbling a quiet “That´s nice” into her hair, with his eyes still closed, not ready to wake up yet. “Did you sleeb okay?” She asked, nose pressed again his chest.

"Like a rock," Travis chuckled lightly. He stretched his arms and yawned, then asked, "What time is it?"

"Just after eight, snff" Taylor said, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. "Should we start gettidg ready?"

Travis looked at her with a mixture of concern and affection. "Are you sure you want to go out today? You don’t sound too good."

"I'b just stuffy, sniff.." Taylor insisted. "It's fide."

Travis propped himself up on one elbow to look at her. He gently kissed her forehead and asked again, "Are you sure?" He then pushed her onto her back, leaning down on top of her and dropping kisses all over her neck. "We could spend all day here in bed," he murmured between kisses “We don´t have to get up”

Taylor enjoyed the sensation, humming softly at how nice it felt. She could feel his light kisses along her neck, causing her to shiver pleasantly. She opened her eyes, one hand instantly going to the back of his head. "Hmm, snff… I really wadt to go out ahd see the city." As she spoke, Travis continued to kiss her repeatedly, his lips trailing from her neck to her collarbone. Taylor felt her nose start to run and a light tickle spark in her nose. She sighed contently as he pressed another kiss behind her ear, and then her eyes fluttered slightly as a faint, teasing tickle ghosted across the back of her nose and eyes. She sniffled softly, feeling the niggling itch of wet, drippy discharge beginning to trickle from deep inside her head down through her nostrils “Snff… Snrff” She sniffled once more and tried to push him back a little, but he kept on kissing her neck. “Trav, I… hh..” Her breath started to hitch, and she mumbled his name as she felt the inevitable sneezes coming on. “I... hh... hehh... Hih’CHOO! Hhh’tchiew!" She tried to turn away and cover, but wasn't entirely successful.

Travis laughed softly, his tone teasing. "Oh yeah, you definitely sound better," he said sarcastically.

"Sorry," Taylor mumbled embarrassed, rubbing her leaky nose firmly against the back of her wrist with a deep, long sniffle.

Travis leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed a few tissues. "Here," he said, handing them to her. "Are you sure you're okay, baby?" Travis brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes filled with concern as he watched her rubbing her nose against her tissues. "We don't have to go out if you're not feeling well."

"Id's just a cold, snff" Taylor assured him, blowing her nose loudly and then sniffling. "I'b fide, just a stuffy nose."

Travis watched her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, then" he said, planting one more kiss against her bangs and getting up. "Let's go”

--

As they got ready, Taylor did her best to hide how miserable she felt. She showered quickly, hoping the steam would clear her sinuses, but it barely made a difference. Every time she blew her nose, it seemed to fill right back up again. She cursed her body for betraying her on what was supposed to be a fun weekend. She put on some make up to make herself look a little bit more presentable, she dabbed concealer under her eyes to hide the dark circles and applied a bit of blush to bring some color to her pale cheeks.

Travis, having now finished his shower, stepped out of the bathroom just in time to watch his girlfriend freeze in front of the mirror. The blonde girl had an unfocused, spacey expression on her face, one hand hovering a few inches in front of her mouth. “Hh-hhih...” Taylor huffed softly, pushing the tip of her finger up against the bottom of her nose as it quivered and flexed open a few times, eyes closing helplessly in submission. “Hhh...hheh'chhhx!! Snfl...” Taylor sneezed breathlessly; two fingers squished against the underside of her nostrils as she doubled over in the middle of the bedroom.

"Bless you!" he called out warmly from the bathroom door.

Taylor chuckled softly, rubbing her nose into a fresh tissue. "Thadks, babe."

Travis watched her closely. He could see the signs of her sickness—her red, chapped nose, the way she kept sniffling, the tired look in her eyes—but he didn't want to push her. He knew how stubborn she could be and didn´t wanna argue with her, he figured they could visit some museums and art galleries, just walking around for a bit wouldn´t make any harm. "You look beautiful, babe" he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"Thangks!" Taylor replied, a small blush tinting her cheeks. She cleared her throat and forced another smile. "You ready?" He nodded while grabbing his wallet and his cellphone.

"Do you want to grab some breakfast before we head out?" Travis asked, as Taylor finished doing her hair.

"Yeah, that souds great," Taylor replied, trying to sound enthusiastic despite her stuffy nose. "Snff! Let's go."

They left their hotel room and stepped into the elevator, making small talk as they descended. The elevator door opened on another floor, and a couple stepped in. Taylor could feel their eyes on her and Travis, they kept staring at them not so discreetly, clearly recognizing them but saying nothing.

As the elevator descended further, Taylor felt a tickle inside her nose. She tried to rub it away discreetly, not wanting to sneeze in the small, crowded space. She sniffled congestedly, trying to hold back, but the tickle persisted. Finally, unable to suppress it any longer, she turned to the side and pinched her nose in between two fingers.

"Hhh...hih’Ngxt! Snfl…" Taylor stifled the sneeze as best as she could, but the force of it made her sniffle again immediately after.

Travis rubbed Taylor’s back soothingly. "Bless you, love," he said softly.

Taylor’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she noticed the other woman in the elevator give her a disapproving side-eye and roll her eyes exaggeratedly, clearly annoyed by the perceived germs.

"Thank you," Taylor murmured, feeling awkward under the woman's gaze.

Travis gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and leaned in closer to her as the elevator doors opened with a ding, and Travis grabbed her hand pulling her out and leading her into the lobby.

They headed to a nearby caf��, the morning sun shining brightly, the heat hit them immediately, making Taylor feel slightly better as the warmth soothed her chills.

The café was cozy, with a quaint, inviting atmosphere. They found a quiet table at the back and sat down. Taylor immediately felt a blast of cold air from the air conditioner vent above her, sending a shiver down her spine. She sniffled, trying to ignore it and grabbed the menu sitting in front of her.

After a few minutes, she slowly raised her free hand back to her face, hovering an inch or so in front of her nose and mouth as her breath huffed softly in her chest. "Hh...hih...hhet'CHOO! Hhh...hihh...hhet'CHSHOO!" She sneezed into her elbow, then quickly grabbed a tissue to blow her nose, the sound congested and wet. "Ugh... snnf... sorry."

"Bless you” Travis said, glancing up from his menu. He looked up and noticed the air conditioner blowing directly into her back “Baby, you´re sitting right under the vent. Do you want to switch places?"

Taylor shook her head. "I'mb finde here."

"I don't mind switching," Travis insisted. "It can´t be good for you to sit there with the cold air blowing on your neck."

"I'mb really okay," Taylor said, trying to reassure him. "Snff... So, what are our plans for today?" Taylor asked, but then her eyes snapped shut again and she turned away from the table with another stuffy sneeze "Huhhh... hehh... heht'SHOO! Sniff...” Travis gave her a pointed look, and Taylor laughed, despite her discomfort. "Okay, okay... Can we switch? I'mb freezig over here."

Travis smiled and got up, switching places with her. "There, that's better."

"Thadk you," Taylor said, feeling a bit more comfortable now.

"I was thinking we could check out some of the art galleries you wanted to see and maybe do a bit of shopping," Travis suggested. "How does that sound?"

"That´s perfect," Taylor replied, smiling at her boyfriend. She rubbed the side of her hand against the wet underside of her nose, feeling her breath catch and her eyes snap shut. “Huhh-tchhh! Ahhhh…ahhchiiew!” Taylor buried her face in her elbow with two damp sneezes, turning away from Travis as her shoulders bobbed forward helplessly. "Snff... Excuse be," she muttered, sniffling stuffily as she grabbed her purse to look for a new tissue.

"Bless you," Travis said gently. "Are you sure you’re okay?"

“Trav, I´mb fide” the blonde girl groaned, rolling her eyes for good measure as she gave her nose another wipe “It´s just a cold, I´ve told you”

“Okay, okay. I´m sorry” He raised his hands in apology, smiling sheepishly at his girlfriend, making her shake her head and smile back at him.

They ordered their food, and soon, plates of breakfast delights were set before them. Taylor had ordered a fruit parfait, but as she ate, she realized she wasn't enjoying it as much as she thought she would. Her congestion made everything taste bland.

Travis noticed her picking at her food. "Not hungry?" he asked.

"I just... dod't really like this, snnnf" Taylor admitted. "I should've ordered what you got."

Travis smiled and pushed his plate of scrambled eggs towards her. "Here, have some of mine. We can share."

Taylor hesitated but then took a bite. "This is really good. Thadk you."

"You're welcome," Travis said warmly.

They finished their food and had already decided all their plans for the day, so they headed out to explore the city. As they walked along the Strip, Taylor marveled at the vibrant energy of the city. Neon signs flashed, music played from every direction, and the streets were bustling with people.

The first gallery they visited was quiet and serene, with soft classical music playing in the background. The quietness of the gallery made Taylor feel even more self-conscious of her constant sniffles. The quiet atmosphere made her feel like every sound she made was amplified, and she didn´t want her sneezes echoing through the whole place, disturbing everyone´s peace.

"Hnn’CHoo! Hih’gnxt!" She pinched her nose into her tissues as her shoulders bobbed forward helplessly. She immediately gave her runny nose another swipe on her soggy tissues, sniffling softly.

"Bless you," Travis whispered, rubbing her shoulder.

"Thagks, snff... sorry," Taylor mumbled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Don’t worry about it," Travis said, giving her a reassuring smile and putting his hand on her back, guiding her to the next room.

“Snff..snrff!” She sighed, dabbing at her nose with the crumpled tissue she had in her hand. She reached into her purse for a new one to blow her nose into, only to find that she just had a few more left. She cursed herself, they had been out for a bit more than an hour and she was already almost out of tissues. She wiped her nose and saved the soggy paper in her pocket, knowing she was going to need it again soon.

After they left the gallery, they walked around the city, visiting various shops and sights. The constant temperature changes—from the scorching heat outside to the freezing air conditioning inside—were taking a toll on Taylor. She felt her symptoms worsening, her nose constantly running and her head throbbing, and she felt a constant tickle in her throat that made her want to cough.

“Oh, there´s the Mob Museum” Travis pointed out exited as they walked out of a store hand in hand “Sarah was talking about it last night”

Taylor nodded, squeezing his hand. "Oh yeah, I remember. Let´s go in!"

As they walked, Taylor tried to keep up with Travis’s enthusiastic pace, but the sun had made her feel dizzy, and her nose was constantly running. She kept dabbing at it with the tissues she had brought from the hotel, but they had quickly become soggy and unusable. She clearly should´ve brought more.

They wandered through the museum, admiring the art. Taylor tried to focus on the exhibits, but her head was throbbing and she truly didn´t feel great. The air conditioning blasting in the museum wasn´t helping either. She was freezing even with her sweater on.

"Snff... snff..." Taylor tried to discreetly sniffle. She was all stuffed up. Her nose was running non-stop, and she had to keep dabbing at it with her soggy tissues, sniffling and rubbing her nose on her wrist to hold back the congested tickle that kept welling up.

"Are you cold?" Travis asked, noticing her shiver.

"Yeah, it's the AC," Taylor replied, wrapping her arms around her chest. "Itd's freezidg id here."

“Come here” Travis mumbled, pulling her closer and rubbing his hand up and down her arm to try and warm her up.

"Oh my God, Tay look at this," Travis said, pointing to the other side of the room, walking excitedly. "This is Al Capone's cell. It's so small."

Taylor tried to smile, though it was getting harder to remember why she was hiding her current state from her boyfriend, following him around Vegas all day when she could be snuggled in bed with a fresh box of tissues next to her. She was woozy and exhausted and shivering with chills, her head was still pounding, her throat ached; and she was too embarrassed to blow her runny nose in the middle of the museum, leaving her sniffling and wiping away wet trickles of snot with her last, crumpled tissue every few minutes.

"Can you imagine living in a space like that?" Travis mused, shaking his head.

Taylor peered at the exhibit, her eyes watering slightly from the effort of holding back a sneeze. "Yeah, it's really tihh... snff... Hhh'hichiew! Snfl." Taylor shivered a little when she sneezed, her blonde hair splaying across her face as her shoulders jerked and her body bent double. "God bless you," Travis cooed sweetly, rubbing Taylor´s back as a round of raspy coughing followed after her helplessly wet sneeze.

“You good, baby?” He rubbed her back gently as she caught her breath with one more sniffle.

“Yeah… snfffl.. sorry” Taylor sighed miserably and gave her nose one more wipe.

They moved from exhibit to exhibit, but Taylor was barely paying attention to the museum. She was feeling gross and was exhausted, but couldn´t bare to ask him to leave when he seemed so happy to be there.

"Look at this," Travis said, pointing to a picture as he took out his iPhone to take a photo. "Isn't it amazing?"

“Uhh...snfl...uh-huh,” Taylor nodded, still staring off into space as her eyes narrowed involuntarily, and her delicate pink nostrils began to quiver and flare. “Hh... snfl... hhuh'tchxiew!!! Heh'iishew!!” Taylor sneezed desperately into the soggy remains of her tissue, cringing with embarrassment at the feeling of snot hitting the palms of her hands and quickly turning away from Travis and getting another crumpled tissue from her pocket. It wasn´t much, but at least she could clean herself up.

A grown man turned around and offered her a kind smile. "Bless you," he said gently.

"Thandks," Taylor murmured quietly, her face burning with embarrassment as she wiped her nose again and avoided lifting her eyes and making eye contact. She felt Travis wrap his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer and kissing the side of her head. She leaned into his body as they walked together into the next room.

They finally left the museum a few minutes later, the warmth of the sun felt good against Taylor’s cold skin, but it did little to alleviate her symptoms. They headed to a nearby restaurant for a quick lunch. The waitress led them to a table and Taylor excused herself to the restroom.

In the privacy of the bathroom, she could finally allow herself to blow her nose properly, the sound loud and wet. "Snff... Ugh," she groaned, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her nose was red and irritated, her cheeks were flushed and she looked exhausted. She leaned against the bathroom wall and closed her eyes for a few seconds. She felt utterly miserable.

When she returned to the table, Travis had already ordered some drinks. "Got us some water," he said, smiling gently. "Do you want to share a sandwich?" Travis asked, looking through the menu. "Or maybe a soup would be better for you?"

"Thank you," Taylor said, grateful for his thoughtfulness. She took a sip, the cold drink soothing her irritated throat. “I thidk I´mb in the mood for sombe pasta… Snff” Taylor sniffled, her nose feeling congested once again and she sighed, she took one napkin from the table and pinched it around her nose. "Snff... Baby, I’mb sorry, but could we... snff… stob for mbore tissues after this? I’mb runnidg out."

Travis reached across the table, taking her hand. "Of course, Tay. Don’t be sorry. We’ll get you whatever you need. Do you want us to go back?" He asked her, watching her as she dabbed her damp nose in the napkin.

“No, no. I´mb fine. I just need sombe more tissues ahd I´ll be all right”. She looked at him with a smile.

They ordered their lunch, with Taylor struggling to eat much. Her throat was scratchy, and she could barely taste anything. They chatted about everything they had seen today, watching the pictures they had taken and taking notes on their favorite spots.

Travis watched concerned as she picked around her food- He could tell she wasn´t feeling great at all, and he couldn´t understand why she didn´t just tell him, he had already offered to go back to the hotel multiple times through the day and she had insisted she was fine. But looking at his girlfriend sitting in front of him; shivering with her red nose; glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, he knew she was clearly not okay.

"I was thinking we could check out the High Roller after this," he suggested, showing her a photo of the giant ferris wheel, "And maybe hit the casino later tonight? There´s also that circus Mike mentioned yesterday, that seemed awesome" Travis continued, his tone teasing.

"Yeah... that souhds good," Taylor said, forcing a smile. Though just the thought of going into a ferris wheel right now made her head spin.

Travis chuckled softly, noticing her forced enthusiasm. "Really? Because there’s also that zip-lining place we talked about, or we could go see a show. Maybe even hit up a few more bars."

Taylor's eyes widened slightly at the long list, too tired to even notice Travis was playing with her "Umb, sure, that all souds good, snff."

Travis leaned back in his chair, laughing at his stubborn girlfriend. "Tay, come on!"

“What?” She looked up at him surprised by his reaction “We can do whatever you wadt, baby… snff… It all souds fun”

"Whatever I want? Really?" Travis asked, "Because what I really want is for my girlfriend to tell me honestly when she's feeling sick, so I won't make it worse by dragging her around town all day."

"Trav, I...uhh..." Taylor´s expression slid slightly out of focus, and a little crinkle appeared between her eyes. Travis instantly recognized her girlfriend's woozy, gonna-sneeze expression (the last time he'd seen it had been maybe ten minutes ago). Eyes narrowed, Taylor slowly raised her free hand back to her face, hovering an inch or so in front of her nose and mouth as her breath huffed softly in her chest. "Hht'chhihew!!! Snfl," The blonde girl shivered visibly as she pitched forward and caught the wet sneeze in her hands in midair. "Ughh. Excuse mbe," she sighed, sniffling wetly as she wiped the glistening underside of her nose on the back of her hand.

“Bless you, baby” He sighed, passing her a few more napkins as she sniffled “How about we go back to the hotel, put on some pajamas, get in bed, put on a movie and order some room service?" He smiled gently as she wiped her nose.

“That actually does soud abazidg” Taylor sighed, a tiny, unwilling smile tugging on the corner of her mouth. “I´mb sorry, baby. I didn´t wadt to ruidn our trip”

Travis reached out, taking her hands in his. "You're not ruining anything, love. I just want you to feel better.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Come on, let’s head back now”

--

The elevator doors closed behind her and Travis just smiled at the woman standing right in front of him as he guided her with his hands on her shoulders. He opened the suite with a magnetic key card, letting Taylor enter their hotel suite first. He closed the door behind them, and watched as Taylor made her way to the little night stand in the bedroom and to grab a tissue from the box that had been sitting there since last night, pinching her nose snugly in the fresh tissue with a deep breath like she was going to sneeze—but then it passed, and she sighed again, rubbing her damp nose through the fabric.

Before attempting to take off his shoes, he picked up the phone next to the tv remote, pressing a button. Taylor looked up at him confused, still trying to find the pack of advil that she had gotten last night. She poured herself a glass of water and swallowed two pills, hoping they could help her throbbing head.

“Hi, I’m calling from room 412. I would like to order some room service.”

She heard him say into the phone as she changed into some more comfortable clothes, and looked up smiling thankfully at him. Of course he would make sure she got everything she could possibly need in this moment. She looked up at him with a grateful smile, while rubbing the snot-slicked underside of her pink nose in little circles through the tissue, in a vain attempt to scratch the tickle in her nose.

“Hh—hhih—ehhihtchiuh!! Iih'iishhew!!! Snfl...” Taylor shivered and sneezed into her tissue, pressing it firmly to the wet underside of her nose in an attempt to quell the itch there before in bloomed into another sneeze; but the woozy expression plastered to her face when she raised her head suggested otherwise. Travis talked to the man on the phone while he watched as Taylor crawled into bed, feeling utterly exhausted. He couldn’t help thinking how adorable she looked with her red nose and tousled hair, all snuggled up in the big hotel room bed.

“Okay baby, tea and tissues coming right up” He told her as he hung up the phone.

“Thadk you so buch, baby. Snff. You´re the best” She smiled at him, her knuckles rubbing her nose once more.

"Of course I am," Travis joked, climbing into bed beside her. He leaned over, showering her face with gentle kisses. "And you, my love, are not leaving this bed until you've run out of sneezes and sniffles."

Taylor giggled softly, feeling a surge of warmth and love despite her misery. "We mbight need to be here for a while, thed."

"That's perfectly fine with me," Travis said, kissing her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

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Reverse the Madness chapter 2

Prolog 1.1

When Vertin Comes to, they realize several things. One, their surroundings are dark. Two she is in some kind of box. Three, there is a voice coming from right outside of the box. We go through the usual scene of grim light, the coffin/Gat on fire and is surprised when Vertin is Awake, and quickly demands that Vertin hand over this robe. Vertin is confused as they had never seen a talking Carbuncle before, which Grim takes offense to.

With quick thinking and a quick spell* Vertin is able to make a getaway, and runs through a series of unfamiliar hallways. It wasn't long before they managed to arrive at a semi-safe place, specifically a library. It's at this point Vertin stops running. Thankfully she had her suitcase on hand, Vertin at this point sets it down, and opens it to check on the condition of those inside. Upon unlocking and opening the lid Mr.APPLe Flies out slightly dazed from having been jumbled while in the case, followed behind by Sonetto. Both were slightly dazed from the shalking, and quickly managed to collect themselves, and asked what the situation was.

At this point Grim shows up and demands Vertin hand over their clothing. APPLe and Sonetto are both surprised to see a talking critter, which they voice and offend Grim. Before a fight can break out they end up interrupted as a leather whip quickly emerges from the dark, and snares Grim.

The Group are Surprised as a tall figure emerges from the shadows, proclaiming that he had found their wayward student, but stops upon seeing the Trio.

“Wh-what? There should be on missing Student, and you young miss how did you get in, No Never mind please follow me back to the Mirror Chamber,” the man instructs.

Vertin and Sonetto are confused, but decide to follow, as they have no leads, and the man manages to handle the critter called Grim for them. The man walks and is exclaiming how he had never seen such an eager student to break down the Gate, at which point Vertin infers that he was talking about the Coffin in which he had emerged from. Sonetto pales slightly at this information as she couldn't imagine what it must have been like to suddenly have woken up in a cramped space, only to find out it had been a coffin.

While they are walking back to the Mirror Chamber, Vertin asks who the man is, and where they were. The man asks if Vertin was still disoriented by the teleportation onto the campus. The Man introduced himself as Headmaster Crowley, and that they were currently at Night Raven College, one of the most prestigious school for budding young mages. This surprised the Trio as they had never heard of a school for arcanis outside of the school of discipline set up by St. Pavlov Foundation.

At this point APPLe comments on how he had never heard of a school like Night Raven College, or of any school designed for Arcanist. Crowly stops and turns to face the floating Fruit, not having realized that he had been following them, or that he was even alive to begin with.

“You are… alive and able to speak? Are you the familiar* of one of the two youngsters, or a product of their Unique Magic?” the Crowman asked. The Trio didn't respond not sure what a Unique magic was, nor having heard of anyone refer to Mr.APPLe as a familiar before.

Neither agent were able to voice their confusion as they had arrived back at a n ornate set of double doors.

The Group could hear voices coming from inside, and some commenting about how Crowley had gotten a stomach ache. At that point the Crow man, whether to maintain some dignity, or simply to be dramatic, pushed open the door loudly proclaiming he had not.

Everyone turns to the door where the group entered from, and murmurs quickly begin to run rampant as they note Sonetto with them. Vertin and Sonetto are confused as they pick up small comments, and about why a girl was here, if they were both students, and why Sonetto was out of uniform.

With a wave of his hand Crowley quickly silences the chatter as he then instructs Vertin to stand before the Dark mirror. Upon stepping up to the Dark mirror, a mask appears illuminated by green fire within the surface of the looking glass.

Sonetto pulls out her wand prepared to let fly a spell but stills her hand as the mask begins to speak asking for Timekeeper’s name.

Vertin states their name, and the mirror pauses for a moment before it begins to speak.

“A soul that Stand before the Storm, yet sings in harmony with Nature. How Strange the power lies deep within, yet to fully flower.they Are suited for all Dorms, and yet none at all.”

This causes the Hall to break out into more commotion as they hear this. Crowley attempts to get everyone to quiet down once more, stating that such a thing had never happened, and how in all the time the Dark Carriage had never brought someone not able to be sorted into the school. 

At this point Grim manages to break free from Crowley’s “Lash of Love,” and claims that if Vertin couldn't be sorted, he'd take their spot. To show his ability, Grim then began to let loose a series of fireballs, and began to set the room on fire, causing many people to panic.

Vertin managed to dodge out of the way of the sudden conflagration, and Sonetto managed to pull APPLe, and Crowley to the ground avoiding several more flame blasts that came their way.

It was pandemonium as people began panicking, on Student proclaiming how he had caught fire, and was panicking. The fire quickly spread and students were panicking trying to get away from both the flames, and the fire spitting Critter. Amongst the panic, several figures and one floating tablet where being calm, and talking amongst each other, as they debated on who had to deal with the Critter, whine finally one Azul, and Riddle decided to manage the situation.

Both took off to chase down Grim and stop the constant flame. Meanwhile Sonetto, APPLe, and Crowley stood back up taking in the scene and began to try to maintain order. APPLE also began to assist attempting to guise many students who were confused about the floating, talking apple. Sonetto moved to help the kid who had caught fire, and was able to quickly put out the fire on his robe.

Vertin meanwhile quickly analyzed the issue, and went to their case, and opened it, and as if knowing what was going on out popped a new person. In a spectacular display of flame Ulu emerged from the chase shining brightly as she was quickly wrapped in her own flame. Everyone watched in amazement as this newcomer quickly began to hand the blue flames, absorbing them, and dispersing the inferno before it could spread even further. Grim was taken aback by how easily someone was able to handle his flame, and seemed even more powerful with fire magic than him.

It was in that moment of distraction that Sonetto and Riddle both took a shot to stop Grim before he could cause more damage.

“Off With Your Head!”

“ Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle!”

With Sonetto’s Spell, Grim was quickly incapacitated preventing him from casting more offensive magic, and with Riddle’s A heart shaped collar with a checkered pattern snapped around  his neck, selling his magic until it would be removed. Azul upon seeing both Spells couldn't help but make comments about wanting them, but quickly covers himself saying he wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of them. Vertin and Sonetto both made notes to be careful around the lavender haired man.

At this point Crowley steps back in and quickly exclaims for Vertin to keep an eye on his Familiar, holding grim by the Collar that Riddle had put on him, and to explain who the Girl(Ulu) was and why she had emerged from her Suitcase.

Vertin comly refutes that Grim was his familiar, stating she had never seen them before today. As for ULu Vertin explains she was part of his team, and at that point  APPLe, Sonetto, and Ulu go back to stand by Vertin, who explains who they are, and that they may have ended up at Night Rave College by mistake. Now knowing that Grim was not connected to any of the individual members had him taken out and released outside school grounds. Lillia who was coming in to check and see if Mallous had been invited and saw the instance of Ulu emerging and helping put out the flame, impressed and curious unfolding, the elder fay decided to watch and observe, noting the strange magic the newcomers were emanating.

Crowley sensing things had become significantly more complicated, instructed that the Housewardens take the student back to their dorms at which he notes the missing Housewarden of Diasomnia, and comments on whether he had been notified of the sorting ceremony. Many mummers come from people in surprise, and slight fear of one of the five most powerful mages actually attending the College.

The Housewardens all give excuses, and eventually Lilia makes his way over simply stating that Malleolus never received his invitation.

Without much more hullabaloo the students are walked out through various Mirrors to their dorm rooms. After they all are cleared Crowley decides that it was best to have Vertin and his group go back to where they came, and everyone agrees as it would be the easiest thing to resolve the situation. Crowley watches as Vertin opens her case once more, and to his surprise sees Sonetto,  and Ulu transformed into animals, before leaping into the open case, followed by APPLe, who was already small enough to fit inside.

Once they enter and Vertin reselas the case, Crowley instructs them to stand inside the Gate, and imagine where they wish to return to. Vertin does as instructed, and Crowley chants to the Dark Mirror to return them to where they came from, only for it to fail. And the mirror explains that the place they belong to is nowhere in the world.

Once more Crowley cries out of the impossibility, but quickly calms down, and states how so many impossibilities had been happening. At that point Crowley decided to attempt to see what was going and decided to get the facts from Vertin.

Vertin explained once more that they From the St. Pavlov Foundation a group that bot researched a strange Phenomena known as the Storm, and attempting to bridge the gap between Arcanist and Humans, which confused Crowley as he had never heard of St. Pavlov Foundation, or any strange Storm. Crowley also noted the strange term used to describe mages that Vertin used.

At that point Crowley decided that it would be best to simply have Vertin bring his teammates back out so they could try and decide how to best handle the four of them. At the mention of his team Vertin paused, and decided it would be best to rip the bandage and show Crowleyjust how extensive her team was.

“Sir there's… something you should know, Sonetto, APPLe, and Ulu are not the only individuals that were teleported with me, the Rest of my team is in The Case, and given the situation it might be best for you to meet them, and we can decide where to go from there.”

Crowley was surprised to hear that there were more people in the case but fingered that it must be some kind of magic item that allowed for multiple people to travel together, and given what Vertin had told them about the foundation such a tool must have been useful for large groups. Crowley watched as Vertin opened the Case and began to speak into it to call  ‘everybody’ out and that they needed to discuss the situation. Setting the case down to the floor, Crowley watched as the familiar shapes of APPLe, and Sonettos dog form popped out, followed by an unfamiliar bear cub, and then as spider, followed by a dolphin with a triangle on its Dorsal Fin, and more and more came out. Each time each animal would turn into a person once they had reached a spot where there was enough space to do so without bumping into someone else.

Crowley could feel himself getting paler and paler, as he saw more and more people, from different age groups, gender, and species appearing. There were men, women, children, a scarecrow, even a dog dressed like a king. It wasn't long before a large gathering had formed, and the headmage watched as a small armie had emerged from within the case.

“Well sir that is everyone,” Vertin said as Pickles simply took a seat next to Diggers who was happily looking around the room making comments on the unique vibe the room gave. Crowley could only stair for a moment mouth agape before he did the only thing any person could after seeing the parade of people suddenly appear before him from someone's luggage.

Crowley passed out.

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Symphoria | Jeon Jeongguk

Synonpsis - What happens when Jeon Jeongguk and Liv find themselves in a parallel universe where science meets music. Will their unity help them to return back home from the musical world? Is it a mere coincidence or the intricate plan of fate?

Pairing - student!Jeongguk x student!yn!Liv.

Genre- parallel universe au

Release Date - 30th January 2024

Word count - 3.4 k

This is a oneshot

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Liv couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Professor Hooke had teamed her up with him to tackle the experiment. She muttered under her breath, eagerly counting down the days until university was over, and she wouldn't have to endure the sight of that rascal's face anymore. The rivalry between Liv and Jeongguk had deep roots, It started in highschool high where they gave their all to snag the top spot. Now, at the prestigious Stellar Institute of Technology, Liv pursued Astrophysics and Sonic Arts, while Jeongguk majored in Astrophysics and Astrobiology. He had also landed an athletic scholarship. The competition was still alive and kicking.

Okay maybe I exaggerated a little.

She didn't totally hate Jeongguk, she was a little bit jealous of him. She had to study her ass off to get in the university of her dreams, while Jeongguk got in simultaneously being the ace of the under-18 soccer championship.

" I can't believe Professor Hooke assigned us together for this one." Jeongguk said without even looking at Liv.

"Well I guess she likes to see us suffer. I heard we have to study sound waves interacting at a quantum level for this one." Liv said, she was excited , her love for physics was more than her hate for Jeongguk.

"Oh there you are" Professor Hooke said as soon as her eyes landed on the duo.

" Now I need your help with this, I've been studying effect of sound waves on quantum particles for a while .The goal is to explore the intersection of quantum physics and acoustics." She said while looking at the setup carefully.

" Acoustics?"

"Interesting"

Liv and Jeongguk said at the same time.

"Yes, who knows, maybe it is a getaway from this world?" She said to both of you.

"But Professor-" Hooke's ringing of phone stopped Liv midway, she went outside to receive the call.

"Getaway from this world? What does she mean?" Jeongguk asked looking at you.

"I don't know," Liv answered frowning while looking outside where her professor went.

"Guys, I got an urgent call from the dean,I have to go, and I won't be back for another thirty minutes, but you guys go ahead and try new frequencies, who knows, you might succeed in escaping?" Professor patted your backs, and just like that, she went away in a hurry.

You glanced at the resonance chamber set-up in between with various adjustable panels.

"Should we try different frequencies?" Liv asked, looking at the chamber.

As the experiment began, Jeongguk adjusted the frequency generator, while Liv monitored the quantum particles in the chamber. The room filled with the hum of controlled vibrations as Jeongguk rang the turing fork.

Suddenly, an unexpected resonance echoed, a faint green glow was created in the center. Both of their eyes widened, and they looked at each other as the indication to keep going.

The vibrations became louder, and the green light seemed to stretch and elongate. Both of them found themselves drawn to it, as if a mysterious energy was calling them,the laboratory seemed to blur, and in an instant, they found themselves on a ground, the scene in front of them was bizarre.

Jeongguk blinked in astonishment, "Where... where are we?" he whispered.

Liv reached out to touch a nearby flower. As her fingers brushed against the petals, the blossom emitted a delicate note, adding to the symphony that surrounded them. "I don't know," she said, equally captivated.

Both of them stood up and started to walk; as they took their first step, the ground beneath them, which was once soft, created a note.

"Jeongguk, I think this place responds to our every moment. It's like we're walking on a musical score." Liv, though she was confused, a fragment of excitement was formed in her. "Liv, is that what Hooke meant?"

The realization kicked in,both of them looked at each other with widened eyes, their expressions mirroring each other.

"Should we take a look around?" Liv suggested.

As both of them made their way towards what seemed like a small town, more like a village. The houses were almost of the same type. They could hear a woman singing opera, screaming her lungs out. She looked like those ancient French people, with white long wavy hair and a beautiful voice and a more beautiful face. Both of them followed the voice; there were people gathered amorphously with their musical instruments in their hand, a lady was performing, behind her there was a piano playing by itself.

"Are we in another world?" Jeongguk said, Liv's thoughts. "Ain't no way a piano can play by itself on Earth."

"The goal is to explore the intersection of quantum physics and acoustics."

Her words were ringing in your ears. "Jeongguk, I think we created a frequency that resonated with this world and caused a portal to open." Liv said, still as confused as she was when she first landed here.

"Does this prove the parallel universe theory? An electron can be distributed, so a version of us is still on Earth?" Jeongguk's voice laced with uncertainty.

"But-"

"Fortissimo! I see young love here," The woman's voice laced with enthusiasm as she eyes them both.

"Is she looking at us?"

"Why is she coming here?"

"How the heck would I know?"

"Are you new here, my dear?" She made her way to them, mic still in her hand.

"Technically, we are not-"

"Would you like to sing, young boy?" She said amiably as she patted Jeongguk's boy.

"What is your name?" She asked him, Liv was holding her laughter because Jeongguk's expression was priceless.

"J-Jeongguk," He replied, overwhelmed by the attention he was getting.

"Maestro and Maestra! A musical tapestry awaits your senses,this boy Jeongguk is going to sing for us."

"Go, Jungkook." Liv said controlling her laugh, the happiest person in the world (not this one) was Liv right now.

Jeongguk just gave her a are-you-for-real expression and just went on the stage.

He gazed upon the expectant audience, every pair of eyes eagerly anticipating the moment when he would unfurl his melodic prowess and grace them with his song.

He started singing, and everyone was surprised by his melodic voice. It was a new song, a different tune, but somehow, everyone felt connected through his singing. Liv here was stunned, how can a man be good at everything? This was the first time Liv saw Jeongguk singing, her laughter long faded, she couldn't blink, hypnotized by his voice. Seeing him sing like that made her giddy from the inside.

She caught the woman next to her, the one cheering Jeongguk on, giving a round of applause. Turns out, her name was Harmony Groove.

As he finished his work, he thanked the audience who were clapping appreciatively, he made his way towards Liv, her lips making a crescent, mirroring Jeongguk's smile.

"Let's get the fuck out of here, I can't socialize more," Jeongguk whispered as he lowered his head to match Liv's height.

Liv let out a giggle as she nodded. "Mrs. Groove, It was lovely meeting you, I'm afraid we have to leave now."

"Oh dear, I would love if you stayed longer, how come I've never seen you before?" She said in a motherly tone.

"We are actually from-"

"We are from another town, just came to visit for leisure." Liv cut Jeongguk's sentence at the speed of light with a fake smile.

"Oh Darling it would be an absolute pleasure if you two have dinner at our place,are you fine with that?" She asked expectantly.

Liv would trade Jeongguk for food, and vice versa.

"We'd love to," She said with a smile, Liv started to adore this lovely lady.

"Lovely ! let me call my daughter first." She said looking in the crowd now " Octava ! Come here darling." She shouted motioning her hands to her daughter.

"Yes mother?" A young girl who seemed to be a late-teen came running towards her.

"Will you escort our guests to our house; I invited them for dinner."

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"You guys are not from here, are you?" Octava said, breaking the awkward silence.

Three of you were walking on a piano-like road, making your way towards Ms. Groove's place.

"W-what makes you say so?" Liv's voice laced with hesitance.

"You guys don't look very accustomed to this scenario."

"Yeah, one second we were surrounded by scientific equipments, carrying out an experiment, and the next second, we are here," Jeongguk said as if he was keeping it in his stomach for centuries.

Octava let out a laugh. She didn't seem very surprised.

"I knew about it. I tried making a signal a few years back, but the door I made wasn't very big. I attempted thousands of times after that, but let me tell you, it's not as simple as it seems," Octava said.

"Our world is called Symphoria. This is celestia galaxy. Our planet means 'The magical 'Symphony' which makes you feel 'euphoric,' " Octava said proudly, which made you and Jeongguk smile.

"So, you like science too?" Jeongguk asked Octava. "I do, science and physics unlock the secrets of our world, turning questions into thrilling discoveries. It's the adventure of understanding how everything works!"

"I know, there is so much to discover, and things we know aren't even one percent of what the universe is," Liv said.

No matter where you're from, science and music are like the cool connectors that bring people together.

After the delicious meal, Ms. Groove learned that you are from a different planet, called Earth. Octava mentioned that she read in her science book about your planet, for them it still had 85% water and 15% land. So for them Earth was still forming, this planet was millions of light years away.

Mrs. Groove was kind enough to let you stay on the upper floor of their house, luckily they had a spare room.

"As much as I love this place, I would love to go back where we belong," Jeongguk said looking out of the window of his room.

"I know, I'm sure Octava knows a way to go back," Liv replied walking towards the bed.

"I will take the couch, you can take the bed." He said; it was very kind of him to say that.

"We can share, I don't mind unless you want to..." Liv said with a bit of uncertainty.

"Alright."

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Both of them couldn't sleep, how can they when they know that they are breathing on another planet, another galaxy, another universe millions of light years away.

Liv turned to the other side; Jeongguk's back facing her.

"Jeongguk?" Liv whispered. "Hmm?" Jeongguk said turning to the other side.

"Does that mean we discovered a wormhole?" Liv asked Jeongguk, she knew that was the only answer. The intersection of black holes and white holes, which can make you travel to a different galaxy, in much lesser time.

"But they are thermodynamically impossible," Jeongguk replied.

"I know but, even if certain laws are stated, there will always be something that defies it," Liv replied.

Jeongguk placed his hand on her cheek, her eyes widened at the sudden contact. "Let us think about it tomorrow okay? Get some rest now."

Liv looked at him, suppressing her astonishment, none of them breaking the eye contact.

Until Jeongguk finally came into senses, took his hand back, his cheeks flushed. Same with Liv, she cleared her throat to release the awkward tension surrounding them. "I always adored singing, you know," Jeongguk said out of the blue.

Liv was looking at him, her eyes telling him to go on, she was willing to listen, willing to listen to his life story, what secrets his galaxy-like eyes held in them.

"I used to sing with my Grandpa when I was young. He passed away when I was eleven. It broke me so much that I thought I don't have the courage to sing again. Until today, when I saw people's anticipation before I started to sing, it reminded me so much of him." Liv could see a tear running down his cheek.

"You know death isn't real. Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed, so he never left. When one ends life, only make space for other forms of life. All carbon, nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen, and other elements that build human beings and any other life on Earth, do not change in the moment of death. Nothing happens. The same elements will be used to build another form of life very soon. He is just in another form," Liv said.

All Jeongguk did was laugh a little. "Thank you for scientifically comforting me."

"I-I am sorry, I don't know how to comfort someone properly," Liv said timidly.

"E-Even if I'm not good at comforting, I'm good at listening, you can talk to me whenever you want to." Liv said, looking at him dead serious. A part inside of her was thankful that someone trusted her enough to share these things with her.

"I have to say I'm surprised. I thought you hated me," Jeongguk spoke his mind.

"Not really, I was just jealous that you were good at studies while simultaneously being good at everything. When I'm just good at academics, I don't know anything else other than that," Liv confessed. "I was very immature back then, and this part of mine stayed with me till now, but right now I feel none of that. I am very grateful to have a friend like you," Liv said, finally releasing all the insecurities and jealousy.

"Of course, I will teach you soccer someday. We can also go to karaoke," Jeongguk suggested.

"I would love to do that."

In the symphony of life, my 24-hour plan hit a surprising crescendo – from 'I got this' to 'Wait, Symphoria, portals, and harmonizing escapes? Now that's a plot twist no one saw coming!

(I did)

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The next morning, Liv found a note on the living room table.

Dear Liv and Jeongguk,

I know you want to go back to Earth, but there's only one way to escape, The Harmonic maze.

Quick heads-up about the maze – it's tricky! I've tried to crack the code, but no luck. The deal is, you gotta create a harmony to get through. I haven't nailed down the exact notes, but I think your teamwork and connection with Symphoria can unlock it.

My grandparents are suddenly sick, so my mom and I had to leave earlier this morning,we didn't want to wake you up.

Trust the music, trust each other. Your blend of melodies might just be the key to rockin' through that maze. Enjoy the musical adventure!

Mother says 'good luck!'

In Harmony,

Octava.

"Jeongguk, look at this!" Liv said, making her way towards him.

Jeongguk read the letter, there was the address of the maze on the backside of the paper.

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(consider this as the map of the maze)

Liv and Jeongguk reached the so-called harmonic maze. It felt like this was a never-ending maze.

Liv made sure to write a note back to Octava and Mrs.Groove.

"You trust me, right?" Jeongguk asked, looking down at Liv. She nodded with a smile. He took hold of her hand as they both entered the labyrinth, ready to face all the challenges, all the hurdles. Liv never felt so comfortable and secured with anyone till now.

For hours they wandered, here and there, yet they couldn't crack the code. They were sure there was a catch. There were musical instruments playing by themselves in between the maze.

"Liv! Thermodynamics! Heat makes air go up!" Jeongguk said, looking at Liv. His eyes depicting hope. "Let us warm our hands," Liv suggested, and they started rubbing their hands until they got warm, and they touched the walls, and the subtle change of temperature made some parts of the walls disappear, which created secret paths they couldn't see before.

"We did it! We did it, Jeongguk!" Both of you were so happy, and you hugged each other so tightly as if your world depended on it. Until realization kicked in, and both of you pulled away. "Let's go," Jeongguk said as both of them made their way until they reached a point where they could hear a familiar music, a familiar harmony.

"Is that... music?" Jeongguk asked. "Wait, it's not just any music. It's like Symphoria is singing a response to us."

They start moving around, searching for the source of the melody.

"Come here, it's getting stronger," Jeongguk called Liv.

As they stand in the magical spot, the melody intensifies, creating a warm, glowing aura around them.

"It's like, this spot is resonating with us. This spot... it's reacting to us. Our movements, our voices, everything!" Liv says.

"This could be the key to open the portal, Liv. Sing with me," Jeongguk said, smiling.

As both of them start to harmonize, a familiar green light appears, they look at each other but don't stop harmonizing.

As the green light broadens again, they get pulled by the energy.

As they open their eyes, they find themselves back in the familiar surroundings of the college lab.

"Wait, did we-"

"We did!" Jeongguk exclaimed in joy.

"What the hell did we just do...?" Liv was still in denial.

"I'm glad I got to do it with you," Jeongguk said to Liv, making her blush.

"Yeah, I can't imagine doing it with anyone else but you," Liv admitted timidly.

"Do what with him?" Professor Hooke said as she entered the lab.

Both of them looked at their professor in shock; she was still in the same clothes when she left.

"Did you guys not start yet?" She said, looking at the unchanged setup. So that means,

It was the same day when they left, One day is Symphoria is 30 minutes here on Earth?

Both of them had the same thoughts.

The faster you go, the slower time passes - The theory of General Relativity.

Liv and Jeongguk exchanged a knowing smile.

"We did, it worked perfectly." Liv said smiling, which seemed pretty creepy to her professor.she looked at them in confusion until she realized what she meant that made her widen her eyes.

"Wait did you-"

"We will give you all the thesis by tomorrow; see you, professor." Liv said as she and Jeongguk headed outside together, leaving Professor Hooke confused.

"I don't think so I can attend today's lectures, I'm jetlagged." Liv joked.

"Fuck, do you think Einstein stumbled upon some alternate universe that got his brain gears cranking for relativity?" Jeongguk asked Liv as they made their way out of the university.

"I don't know, all I know is I need a good 15-hour nap." Liv said, her eyes almost closing.

"But hey, it was the best adventure I had. " He grinned as she nodded.

"Jeongguk?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Uh...Yes?" He replied, being all giddy from the inside.

"There is this new Japanese restaurant in 5th ave, want to go try their food?"

"I'd love to."

THE END

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𝐌𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Starring: Eric Sohn (TBZ)

Naya travels to Miami for a summer holiday with her sister in hopes of bonding and spending time with her before college, where she finds herself stealing glances and daydreaming about the hot surfer she met at the beach.

➵Pairings: surfer! Eric x oc! Naya

➵Genre: romance, summer, vacation-fling

➵Word count: 0.8 K

➵Warnings: mostly fluff, a lil' suggestive, no graphic depictions of violence

➵a/n: Okay so I haven't been active fore sometime since I'm preparing for college and writing three books on wattpad so I apologize for that. But anyways I hope you enjoy this work, and if u do, then a like and reblog would be very appreciated . Also my first time writing romance so apologizing in advance for any errors and cliches.

Disclaimer: This work is fictional and does not portray the celebrities lives in any way. Please separate fiction from reality.

PART ONE

Naya inhaled the humid air, a smile forming on her lips as she glanced at the picturesque view of the coast through the balcony of her hotel room as her hands held the railing. Her heart felt giddy like it could erupt any minute. And why not, after all, she was on her dream summer getaway with her sister, whom she hadn’t met for quite some time. Staying alone at home wasn’t doing much of a favor for her, and she wanted to spice up her life before she began college in the upcoming fall.

Her older sister had been accepted into the prestigious Miami university a couple of years back, and had moved there. Hence aware of her little sister’s beach obsession and in need of a vacation herself, she aimed to book a hotel in the tropical paradise and spend some quality time together to make up for the missed days.

Stretching her body as a yawn escaped her lips, Naya realized she desperately craved a little swim before her sister came back from her restaurant-hunting expedition, especially with how blissfully blue the water looked. Buckling her sandals, she sprinted down to the lagoon, the footwear filling in with masses of grainy sand. Pulling out a band on her wrist, she gathered her hair and tied them up into a ponytail. As her hands were busy with the hairdo, the corner of her eye caught something rather interesting.

Or someone.

A colossal wave rose in the distance, carrying a relaxed surfer as he skillfully rode it, the pressure of the water curving above his head. He turned according to the rhythm of the magnificent waves, before he wiped out and swam back to the sandy shores with his surfboard. Naya could see his face clearly. The male ran a hand through his wet dark hair as he ruffled them, splashing out the excess water on the dry gravel. His bare sun-kissed skin shone in the pleasant sunlight as water dripped down his athletic body. He shoved his dark strands out of his face as he whipped his head in her direction.

Horrified, Naya turned away in a flash of a second, glancing upwards at the colorful fleet of exotic birds flying.

“Excuse me?” A raspy voice called out from beside her as she glanced at the source. It was the surfer guy, now standing inches away from her.

“Oh, uh yes?” Naya answered in a slightly trembling voice, for which she wanted to kick herself.

“I haven’t seen you around before.”

He stated, a cordial smile crawling up his face.

“Oh, me and my sister are here for the summer vacation.” Naya smiled as she replied, trying to calm her giddy heart down. It was at that moment where she focused on how bewitching his eyes were as he looked into hers.

“I see…” He clamped the surfboard under his arm. “I’m Eric, by the way.” His gaze landed on Naya, eyes not breaking the contact.

“Naya.” She answered, glancing at the alluring man before her as they gazed at each other. Everything seemed to halt. What seemed like minutes was actually seconds, as the two held their irresistible stares, when suddenly, her sister Lia’s voice echoed through the breezy air. 

“Naya, come on, time for dinner!”

Eric lightly clicked his tongue, a hand brushing the side of his neck. “Well then, catch you around, Naya.” He remarked as he shot her a wink before taking off in their direction.

There was something so enthralling about Mr. Surfer that she couldn’t explain, as pink color rushed to her face as she inhaled a deep breath, lips curving into a grin. “You too.”

In the evening, Naya laid on the couch, overlooking the balcony which showed off the breathtaking Miami night sky. Lights from stalls illuminated the seaside, which now looked rather peaceful, accompanied with the bustling city view in the far distance.

However, she didn’t pay any attention to the scenery or the stalls, as the one and only Eric devoured her mind. Her finger twirled a bunch of hair strands as she recalled the little interaction with him.

“So you’ve made a friend, huh?” Her sister asks, raising her brows and showcasing her interest in the interaction at the beach. Naya gasped, her mind flashing her soul back to reality as she cleared her throat. “Yeah. I did.” She replied, to which her sister nodded, her eyes fixed on her phone as she messaged her friends. Naya grabbed the plate of fish tacos, shoving a big morsel in her mouth.

“You know…” The older began, as Naya glanced over at her, her brows furrowing slightly. “… it’s a good accomplishment for someone who barely steps foot outside the house.”

Naya choked on the spicy seasoning as Lia patted her back, offering a glass of water, which she promptly accepted, chugging it down her burning throat.

“Calm down dude.”

Naya nodded profusely, her mind drifting off to dreamland again when her sister’s voice interrupted. “The beach is stunning at night, you know, Naya. You should go down and see.”

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