#and all the assignments are due on the same day

[mochinomnoms]

Heard you were trying to avoid doing readings and fieldnotes. I gotcha

A fellow honest x fem!reader, where fellow beings to fall inlove with the reader after seeing how she takes care of Gidel. Maybe during the playful land event.

Anyways how's your day going! :3

(day was good until i realized that i didnt turn in an assignment due last week but others in my class didnt either so im just gonna bs or something)

I kinda neutral on Fellow and Gidel, they're funny but I didn't get to finish the event so I haven't formed much thoughts on them! I imagine in this scenario, you're a bit older and join everyone along the same reasoning as the third-years do, to keep an eye out on them.

He isn't all too concerned with you at first, and Gidel doesn't really interact with you outside of getting your companions to join in the festivities to lure you all in.

Oh! But perhaps Gidel, what with his long sleeves, steps on one and trips! Toppling over and smacking into the ground, Fellow starts to head over to his little brother, until you beat him to it.

You gently guided Gidel back to his feet, brush off the dirt from his knees and hands, and give him a sweet smile.

"There now. Be careful, we all want to have fun, but it's a lot less fun if someone gets hurt! Now why don't you head back to Mr. Honest? He looks worried, make sure you tell him you're okay!"

With a pleased nod of his head and a goofy smile, Gidel complied and ran off to Fellow, who'd already taken a knee to inspect him.

"Are you alright Gidel? Any scrapes?"

Gidel shook his head, nodding it towards you. Fellow glanced up at you, where you were now occupied with your friends, fretting over them. Not unlike how you'd just been with Gidel.

You made eye contact with Fellow, and gave him a tender, shy smile and wave, before looking back to Grim who'd been pointing at a nearby food stall.

Gidel tugged at Fellow's sleeve, tilting his head curiously and nodding back towards your group as you walked off.

"Yes Gidel, they are very nice, I agree. A pleasant creature."

Another tilt and wide eyes staring at him.

"No, I was not blushing! What a silly thing to say..."

Narrowed eyes and a mischievous smile responded back.

"W-what! I do not! What a ridiculous thing to say, I am an adult! Adults don't get crushes at my age!"

Gidel silently giggled into his covered hands and stuck his tongue out at Fellow before running off again.

"I am not! Why you—come back here!"

[sweetiechenle]

sleepyhead ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ mark

pairing: non-idol!collegestudent!mark x afab!collegestudent!reader

summary: your friend and classmate mark helps you out in class after accidentally sleeping in, but the hint of a scribble in the notes he lends you threatens to rewrite your relationship.

w.c: 7.2k

warnings: mdni 18+, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, it's all fluff with a dash of light angst, reader is oblivious to marks advances, but he's kinda dumb too, idiots in love, mutual pining, kissing, confessions, soft smut, love making literally, oral (f receiving), porn with plot, unprotected sex (dont do this), praising, pet names, soft!dom!top!mark (god i need him), crack/humor, lots of time skips im so sorry, if i forgot anything oh well lmk, i used this idea for a different fandom YEARS AGO, i am too embarrassed to admit what fandom but if you find it and think i'm stealing i am not. promise. fiction ≠ reality

you yawned big and loud, trying not to give yourself away too much, you kept your limbs from reaching outward. mark, your seatmate, and kind of friend?, gave you an inquisitive look. as if to ask if you were okay. truth be told, it was all rock bottom. papers upon papers, presentations, reading, and a lab took up all of your time this semester. you met Mark at the beginning of the year in your ‘major writings of the european tradition I’. you sat near the front because of your bad vision and the brown haired boy came next to you saying the famous ‘is this seat taken?’ line to which you said no. this left him to plop down in the said seat he pointed at. you studied him hard, clad in a semi-tight shirt and worn jeans, his white tube socks poking out once he sat down. it was hard not to notice the dirty and distressed black converse, probably wearing them every day since he could fit in them. he had a boyish grin when he turned to you and asked about the book you were reading, you blushed noticing how handsome he actually is. his bright eyes shown under the fluorescent light as he asked you about the book you were reading. ‘the picture of dorian gray’ sat atop all of your other books from various classes. it was apparently his favorite book too. his lips curled into the brightest smile, excitingly talking about his other favorite books and authors. it was endearingly cute.

you both shared socials in order to stay in touch in case either of you had questions about the class. you two would talk occasionally, keeping a calm distance. sharing literary memes on instagram, sending book recommendations on tiktok, or texting each other late at night when one couldn’t sleep. you would periodically meet up with him to study, or whenever you were too tired to read whatever was assigned in class, mark would read it for you out loud in the comfort of his apartment. it was easy to consider him a friend. at the end of the semester you told him you signed up for major writings of the european tradition II. he pumped his fist in the air earning small giggles from you due to his overreaction. telling you how happy he was that you’d be in the same class again. that’s where you are now, with mark still sitting next to you, listening to the same boring more advanced lecture. you loved literature and being an english major, but sometimes you don't know how many more reading and analysis’ you can take of the odyssey.

glancing at the clock you sighed, an hour left of class. pain was all you knew at this moment, you underslept last night, working on an essay for a speech writing class, trying to get it all down perfectly in order to impress your professor. you didn’t realize it was well past three in the morning when you finally had finished, all you wanted to do right now was go back to your apartment and nap until your next class in four hours. you drowned out the professor and whatever was being said about odysseus and what he got himself into this time. placing your chin on your closed fist, your vision drifting in and out of blurriness, and before you knew it you fell asleep. you gasped when mark nudged you awaken eyes going wide in surprise making him laugh a little bit.

‘dude, you fell asleep, class is over y/n’ mark said once you looked over at him, still in his seat next to you, almost everyone had already left.

you sighed running your fingers through your already messy hair, ‘ugh, i’m sorry, i didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.’

mark laughed, ‘oh, i can tell’

you scowled at him, earning another laugh from the taller man as you both stood up. at least it was friday, and you’d have the whole weekend to catch up on homework, and sleep. ‘want to go get coffee since you’re such a sleepy head? need to keep you awake somehow’ mark asked, scratching the back of his neck, nervously rocking back and forth. you smiled at how red his ears were, waiting for your response. when you first met, he would occasionally get nervous around you, to which you never knew why, never thinking of yourself as anything special. but you noticed he got anxious around almost everyone after first meeting people. much like yourself, after a while mark started to get more comfortable with you, becoming more confident, and increasingly charming, however he could never hide the facade he tried to put on when asking to hang out outside of class. he would suddenly become a meek and shy, not the confident, outspoken boy you saw almost every day. 

‘yes, that would be perfect’ you answered, ‘caffeine is much needed right now’ mark smiled and led you to the open door of the classroom, motioning you to go through first. it was pretty pathetic when butterflies erupted in your stomach, standards weren’t high for you, obviously, the smallest gesture from mark made you turn to putty. you didn’t have a lot of relationship experience, most of the time boys would lead you on, only to tell you they were never ready for anything. only a few longer relationships would end up in flames, men too toxic for you to continue on any longer. every time, earning a vow from you that you would never talk to another boy ever again. you could tell mark was different from anyone you had ever met, he was genuinely sweet and always helped whenever he could, profusely apologizing when he was too busy to come and help you study. you’ve always liked mark more than you should, it was really hard not to, anytime you ever talked about mark to anyone else, only nice things were discussed. you would never admit to harbored feelings for him, he was lovely to everyone, how could you be any different?

after a while, he started walking in front of you to the coffee shop on campus, stealing glancing at you just to make sure you were still following him, making your heart ache so hard the caffeine you were about to consume would probably kill you. entering the coffee shop turned your tired state into total bliss, a welcome and much needed break. ‘oh! there’s johnny, let’s go sit with him’ mark exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you near the table in the back. before you knew it, a tall man with raven black hair was standing up and greeting you and mark. he was older than you and mark, a senior that your friend had met during his freshman year of college. you had met johnny before, a handful of times, and for brief moments. mark would always talk about his other friends with you. he’d tell you that ‘you just have to meet them’, but whenever the time would come it would be short meetings, a hi and bye.

mark brought out your chair and gestured for you to sit down, saying that he would go order you both coffees, leaving you with johnny. he turned to you and smiled, to which you returned, trying to register what mark had just done for you. god you really need to get higher standards, hard albeit mark being your standard. johnny asked you about school and how you are doing with all of it, you asked him similar questions, watching mark disappear in the line for coffee. you didn’t notice johnny calling your name over and over, only when he had gotten up close and personal in order to get your attention. you jumped slightly after the fifth ‘y/n!’

you quickly looked over at him, calming him down, ‘jesus y/n, where did you go? staring at mark? i know he’s pretty but-’

you cut him off, ‘would you keep your voice down!? i wasn’t staring at mark, i was just thinking…’ it was hard to keep the blush from creeping up and having it wash over you like a tsunami.

johnny gave you a knowing look, ‘... thinking about mark’ 

you glared at him, ‘can we stop talking about mark, please’ desperate to leave this conversation behind, but speak of the devil and he shall appear.

‘why are we talking about mark?’ you and johnny whipped your heads up in surprise, mark standing there with a grin on his handsome, stupid face. holding two coffee cups in each hand, asking in the third person as to why you were both discussing him while he was away.

‘n-nothing, we were just talking about our english class’ you explained quickly trying to save yourself from embarrassment.

johnny just nodded while mark, handed you your coffee and sat down, joining you both at the table in extreme awkward silence. mark broke the ice, ‘y/n fell asleep in class today’ he smirked and looked your way, catching your reaction of groaning and hiding behind your small coffee cup as you took little sips.

johnny laughed along with mark, wishing that the ground would open you up and swallow you whole, ‘it was so funny, the professor didn’t even notice!’ the older boy laughed along with his friend at your plight to fall asleep so easily in class. ‘you even snored a little bit, oh my god, it was so cute!’ he squealed. CUTE!? your eyes went wide, ignoring the embarrassing part about snoring in class. mark called you cute. johnny turned to give you that knowing look again, this caffeine was definitely going to give you a heart attack. this was going to be a long weekend.

monday morning rolled around, the weekend was spent writing papers, reading epic poetry, and sleeping. and also the occasional mental breakdown when you recall that mark called you cute. sunshine hit your face, and that’s when you figured you couldn’t stay in bed any longer. you rubbed your eyes hard and stretched your body out in bed, dreading the fact that you’ll have to get yourself up and ready to learn about some new epic now that the lesson over the odyssey was over. you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, your bones practically jumping out of your body when you realized you had only an hour left of class. you had overslept and missed the first hour of class, fuck. you hurried to get ready, not giving any mind to your appearance, jeans, and a hoodie would do. you texted mark ‘i overslept ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡), just woke up, i’ll be there soon. my chair still open?’ closing the door to your apartment, you marched out into the warm weather, mentally preparing yourself for the embarrassment you were about to face once you walked into class late. eyes peeled to your phone, the delivered immediately turned into read, mark texted back ‘always, sleepy head’ you rolled your eyes, too much in a rush to get flustered by the new nickname, shoving the phone in your pocket you continued walking to the humanities building.

you slipped in through the door in the back, making sure it wouldn’t slam shut, praying to any god who would listen to not get called out. thankfully, your prayers were answered, no one said a thing for the rest of class, only mark who gave you a smile once you sat down. you were lost the entire rest of class, the professor going into depth about the cantos and then switching very rapidly to beowulf then to dante’s inferno. maybe you should’ve stayed home. once class ended, mark started putting everything in his backpack, grabbing his wrist to stop him, he turned towards you with his eyebrows up in question and surprise.

‘can i borrow your notes mark? please? i literally had no idea what was going on since i was late’ you were practically begging at this point, but before you could grow any more desperate, mark chuckled and handed you his notebook for this class that continued to lay on the table.

‘i guess you beat me to it, why do you think i left my notebook out?’ mark smiled and handed you the red, worn out notebook. you let out a thankful sigh, some weight lifting off your shoulders, your standards were fucked by now.

‘thank you so much mark, i really owe you one, i’ll have it back to you by tomorrow.’ you reassured, giving him a genuine, thankful smile.

later that evening, back at your apartment, you took mark’s notebook out from your backpack. you had finished all the work for the classes you did attend today and now it was time to move on to the bane of your existence. opening up his notebook to find the most recent entry, your eyes finally landed on notes about dante’s inferno and whatever gibberish the professor was spewing when you showed up. reading about the layers of hell and how it has to do with the other epic’s was further explained by mark in his notes. flipping the page, your eyes caught something in the corner. taking a closer look, you sat up from the couch and moved towards the light. you gasped upon seeing what was written, erased, and written and erased again over the left side of the page. poorly drawn hearts with the words ‘sleepy head’ written inside littered the far left corner of mark’s notes. this surely wasn’t about you… could it? you singled out the piece of paper, moving it into the light in order to see through it, double-checking your suspicions. and sure enough, there they were clear as day. it looked as though mark drew them on the paper and had tried his hardest to erase them, yet still somewhat visible, you didn’t have four eyes for nothing after all. ‘fuck’ you cursed out, staring at the faded drawing and words. this was your own personal inferno.

the next day was like no other, barely any sleep and when you woke on time you contemplated not going at all. however, you promised you’d bring mark his cursed notebook back. the very notebook that had been plaguing your mind since you discovered its hidden contents last night. that's what kept you up so late, you couldn’t simply forget about it and let it go. you debated asking him about it, but if it had nothing to do with you, then you’d probably have to change your name, face, and leave the country all together. you had to investigate, test the waters and see what this was truly all about. you had to come up with a plan.

you got up and started walking around your room, getting ready, you put a lot more effort into your outfit, jean shorts and a cute baby t-shirt you think would catch any person’s attention. walking to class, it was brisk, the wind nipping at your arms and legs. you shuddered, bringing your hands up and down in order to try to redistribute your warmth. you finally got to class and the nervousness had taken over your system, totally forgetting about the cold and now terrified to face your friend. your body shook, shuffling to your seat, seeing mark on his phone waiting for class to start. you let out a tense breath, trying to settle your uneasy heart and stomach. you pulled out the chair, startling the boy next to you, his soft hair jumping slightly and moving away from his face, his eyes shining up at you. his mouth curls into a smile, going from ear to ear, it was infectious, you gave him a small smile back despite your stomach churning in the worst way possible.

‘you finally decided to come to class on time’ he joked, poking your shoulder lightly.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, getting everything out for class ‘i barely even slept last night, i closed my eyes, and then boom my alarm was going off…’

mark’s smile faltered and eventually dropped upon hearing your confession of getting little sleep. ‘by the way,’ you grabbed the wretched notebook from your bag, handing it to mark, ‘here’s your notebook back, the notes really helped, thank you’

mark took it from your hand, ‘it’s no problem, if you need any more you can always ask’

you smiled, and turned towards the front of the class as soon as the professor walked in. putting any thoughts of mark in the back of your mind and bringing forth your plan. every once in a while you could arrive late, it's not like you’d be penalized for missing class, your professor never took notice. it would just be on you if you never showed up and somehow failed the semester. but with marks help, there was no way you could fall that far behind.

over the next couple of days, you and mark would hang out periodically, studying together or watching movies. after a couple of days, you finally decided it would be time to try and be late to class again. to be fair, you had an essay to start that was due in two days, so staying up and working on it and accidentally sleeping in would be the perfect excuse. silently hoping this wasn’t going to come back and bite you in the ass.

flash forward to the next day: it did. you woke up with only 30 minutes left of class, less than what you originally wanted. thankfully, you did finish the cursed essay at four in the morning, you woke up to your alarm blaring, not even realizing how many times you snoozed it. grabbing your phone from the night stand you stretched and got up, getting changed for class and heading out.

opening up your messages you internally groaned, seeing about five messages from mark reading:

‘dude, where are you??’

‘no way you overslept again( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)’

‘don’t worry sleepyhead, i’m taking notes for you’

‘also, the professor mentioned a project and let us pick partners’

‘i told her you were my partner .. if that’s okay •⩊•’

you squealed into your hoodie sleeve, trying to keep a hold on yourself, but this was too much the cute aggression getting to you so bad you punched the air. after getting some weird looks you hurried to class, slipping through the big double doors you immediately spotted the brown haired boy, silently cheering that no one was sitting with him you moved towards him and your seat. once you made yourself known to his presence, he gave you a small smile that made your heart crescendo, brought on by the growing feeling of love coming to a climax.

‘hey’ he whispered beside you, keeping his eyes on the professor who continued to lecture.

‘hey’ you answered back.

‘late again?’ he tsked, shaking his head slightly, ‘what am i gonna do with you?’

your hand covered your mouth, trying to hold back a giggle, ‘i stayed up later than i should’ve last night, i had an essay to finish’

‘oh of course,’ he slide his notebook to you, ‘i got some notes for you about today’s lecture and about the project. we should plan on when to meet up to work on it… the professor has been ranting about plato for the last hour, so you haven’t missed much’

you nodded and grabbed his notebook and slid it into your backpack, trying not to show much nervousness over such a simple gesture. once class ended mark turned to you.

‘i have to meet with johnny, so i’ll catch you later’ you nodded and he smiled, his lopsided lips curling up complimented his boyish charm, making your insides twist and turn. ‘i’ll text you later about the project’

he moved to grab his backpack from the floor, without thinking you grabbed his shoulder softly, he whipped his head around, eyes now wide from the sudden touch, backpack forgotten. ‘uh-h, ha-ave a good day mark’ you said, giving him an innocent smile. his features immediately softened, that tender smile coming back on his lips.

you let go, watching him stand up from his seat, now staring up at his gorgeous face, ‘you too, pillow poet’

the new nickname felt like whiplash, like a 20 car pile up in your heart, every emotion crashing into each other, hard to make out. glued to your seat, you stared at nothing now, the ghost of where mark once stood. you didn’t move until your professor knocked on your desk, promptly telling you to get the hell out.

later that night you had to build up the courage to actually open up mark’s notebook this time, his texts blowing up your phone going left unanswered. your roommate, yeri, had came back from class and asked why the hell you were staring at a closed notebook on the coffee table in the shared living room.

you sighed, ‘its complicated’

she dropped her bag and deadpanned, lips formed into a straight line as she rolled her eyes, ‘its a notebook’

you dropped your head into your hands, admitting defeat, ‘it’s not about the notebook,’ you sighed dramatically, pouting, ‘it’s about what’s inside…’

yeri gave you another eye roll and moved towards you, grabbing the notebook from the coffee table, she opened it and started flipping through the different pages, you looked up after hearing the rustling of pages, ‘it’s just notes!’ she cried.

you groaned and stood up, now facing her. you grabbed the notebook out of her hands, you found the most recent section of notes and scanned the pages, chest beating profusely. you stopped once you finally found what your heart was searching for, half erased hearts with various words inside, you took the page closer to the light on the ceiling.

‘sleepyhead’ ‘cutie’ ‘bedbug’ okay, not that cute, but the sentiment was still present.

yeri, now questioning if you really had lost it or not, grew concerned. ‘what is it?’ she moved closer to you, trying to decipher what it was you were so intently looking at. you grabbed her by the arm and brought her closer to you, nodding up to where you were holding the paper in the light, ‘look’.

‘y/n, what the hell am i looking at? stop being weird, it’s freaking me out’ she pouted and took a closer look.

‘mark…’ you trailed off, ‘i found them last week, i asked to borrow his notes because i was late to class, and he drew all these things and looked like he tried to erase them… i don’t know, oh my god, i sound crazy’ you handed the notebook to her and went to sit on the couch again and grovel.

yeri stood near the light, doing the same thing you were and tried to find what you were talking about, ‘oh’ she said, lowering the notebook and moving over to you, ‘do you think these are about you?’

‘i don’t know, if they were don’t you think he would be trying to hide it better? but how many people does he know that are late to class and oversleep!?’ you cried.

yeri’s eyebrows crease in deep thought, then it hits her, ‘maybe… he wanted you to find them’

‘why couldn’t he just tell me all of this himself?’ you questioned, second-guessing everything.

‘i’ve only met mark a handful of times and let me tell you,’ she placed her hand on your shoulder, ‘he is the most awkward person, ever, this could just be his way of flirting’

you didn’t say anything and continued to stare at your roommate, still standing with mark’s notebook. ‘you should talk to him about it’ she said, you stood up abruptly, eyes going wide.

‘no way dude, i can’t’ you tried justifying yourself but yeri cut you off.

‘ugh’ she groaned, ‘i forgot you are almost as awkward as he is, you like him though, don’t you?’ you gave her a little nod, embarrassed by the sudden interrogation. ‘next time you see him, just ask him about it, the worst thing he can do is say no and you both move on with your life, just a little misunderstanding’

you sighed and nodded again, agreeing to ask him about it so yeri would get off your back. you grabbed your phone, knowing mark had texted you earlier you finally decided to bite the bullet and answer him. four messages from mark went unread:

‘y/n, will you be free tomorrow to work on the project?’

‘y/nnn where did you go, i know you are awake’

‘or are you? smh, damn sleepyhead’ your mind screamed ‘AGAIN WITH THE NICKNAMES’

‘u better not be late tomorrow, i can only take so much european writing without you (  •̀ - •́  )’

you wrote and deleted your message to him about ten times before settling on a basic:

‘sorry mark! i (surprisingly) did not fall asleep, just talking with my roommate, i should be free tomorrow to start the project („• ֊ •„)’

three text bubbles popped up and he immediately texted back

‘gr8, c u tomorrow, get some rest’

the next day was an off day from classes, you and mark had discussed meeting somewhere in the library. but that would hinder you from asking him about his little drawings so you told him to come to your apartment knowing yeri would not be there. it was as imperfect as perfect could get, the setting would be right, but your thoughts were all over the place. not planning out how this could go, most, if not all of your ‘plans’ were half-assed. you’d just have to wing it this one time.

mark showed up when he said he would, which was exactly a mark thing to do, you were just unprepared. stressing out as the minutes counted down, you opened the door and let him inside, he smiled and walked towards the couch, placing his things on the coffee table. ‘shall we get started?’ mark said, motioning for you to sit down next to him.

‘so, the project is over any story of our choosing, did you have one in mind?’ he asked, turning towards you on the couch. fuck, he was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your cheek, it smelled like mint and coffee.

‘oh yeah, i thought we could do icarus’ you answered, hoping he would agree, the story just hitting a little too close to home right now. In a sense, mark was your sun, and you were icarus, flying a bit too close every time you were near him. getting burned with reaching to conclusions that he actually liked you, getting your hopes up that he felt the same way, hoping to not fall to your death and lose him as a friend if this all was just a misunderstanding.

‘that's a great idea! i think we should be able to get through this project quickly with all the information we can get on the story’ he beamed, and you smiled back, slightly faltering from the nervousness running through your body.

‘are you okay? you seem out of it…’ he asked, more so concerned with you than the project.

you sighed, terrible at keeping your emotions from coming out, mark took notice to your anxious behavior. it was now or never. ‘mark’ you said his name like you both were already in a relationship and about to give him the ‘we need to break up talk’, you could tell he felt the exact same when he started fidgeting beside you. ‘can i ask you about something?’

‘of course, anything’ he answered, voice wavering in concern. you knew he was staring but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look anywhere in his direction, fearing that if you did, you would chicken out. you mentally screamed at yourself to stop and not do anything to jeopardize your friendship with mark. you had to remind yourself ‘the worst he could do is say no’.

‘oh, by the way, i forgot to ask, do you have my notebook?’ you could tell mark was trying to ease the tension, but because of the mention of that damn notebook, it only made it worse.

‘yeah about that…’ you started, having no idea how to ask about this, ‘i uh, wanted to ask you about something i saw in your notebook…’

mark, tilted his head to the side in confusion, ‘like some of the notes i left? i tried to be as thorough as i could…’

you picked at the skin on your fingers, ripping away the flesh in order to try and calm yourself down, ‘erm, no, something else i saw… some, um, drawings…’ you wished for nothing but this couch to swallow you whole and never spit you back out. you couldn’t tell what mark’s reaction was since you refused to look at him, but the silence gave you more answers than what you initially asked.

you peeked to the side, mark now had his head in his hands, rubbing his temple, cheeks dusted pink, you knew you caught him in something. ‘dude… this is so embarrassing’ he laughed. you didn’t say anything in response, just wanting him to continue explaining himself. ‘i thought i erased those, oh my god. how much did you see?’ he asked.

‘i think almost all of them…’ you rubbed the back of your neck, picking at the hair back there.

‘oh’ he said, his mouth turning into a perfect o. ‘that was not the way i wanted to tell you’ mark stated, still acting shy next to you. if you weren’t on the verge of a panic attack, it would’ve been endearing.

‘tell me what?’ you whispered, turning away from him so he wouldn’t notice the pink dusting over your cheeks.

mark stared at you, now sitting up and his shoulders straight, ‘that um, that i like you’ he said, ‘i don’t know i got bored in class and doodled in my notes, after i realized how stupid and cheesy it felt so i erased them and tried to forget… guess i didn’t erase them hard enough’ he smiled at the memories of it all. ‘i wanted to tell you, but i didn’t know how to go about it, i’m not good at things like this, i don’t know, confessing i guess… i wasn’t sure if you felt the same, so that’s why every time i tried to tell you i liked you, my plans always fell through’

mark grabbed your shoulders and lightly forced you to face him, taken back by surprise your ears grew hot, now staring into his eyes he smiled, ‘but you’re here now and asking about my lovesick doodles, and i want to tell you… that i like you… i like you so much y/n, studying with you and being with you in class and outside of class, you are cute, funny, caring, and you work so hard for your classes i wish i had the will to stay up at ungodly hours to finish any of my essays, we like the same books and we talk about the nerdiest stuff no one else would… i think you’re perfect’. he stopped, his eyes looking into yours trying to search for any reaction, he looked desperate. ‘sorry, i, uh, got a little carried away there’ he cheeks bloomed into a deep red.

‘mark’ you felt wetness pool at the base of your eyes and roll down your cheeks, not even realizing you were crying mark reached out and whipped the tears away with his thumb. ‘i really like you too… that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me i-’ he cut you off, throwing himself onto you in a huge bear hug, making your back crash into the couch due to the weight now on you.

he got up, now hovering over you, he stared deeply into your eyes, ‘y/n… i want us to be a couple or something? whatever you are comfortable with, i want to be able to read you any stupid 100 year old story any time you’ll let me’

your eyes softened, gazing into his it was like a thousand stars shining in the night sky, you could see and feel every emotion he was talking about. pure love. there was no doubt, no sun to scorch your waxed wings, withstanding fear and questioning. with him you could now fly as far as he would take you.

‘oh mark’ you said breathlessly, throwing your arms around his neck, yanking him down so his lips could meet yours. it took a second for him to realize what was happening, but soon enough he was moving his lips in synch with yours. his hand still placed next to your head, holding himself up, as his other one moved to your face to lightly caress your cheek. after a minute or two, you could barely breathe, so you broke the kiss in order to regulate your breathing. you look up at mark, who continues to stare at your lips, ‘mark, you’re the one who is perfect’

this time he initiated the kiss, putting his body weight more on you, his hand now moving to explore your body further, you could tell mark was excited as you could feel his bulge on your thigh. his tongue licked over your lips, silently asking for access, which you granted immediately, letting your tongue slip into his mouth, tasting the mint and coffee that he had previously consumed.

‘mark’ you whispered, lust overclouding your senses, ‘i want you’

mark audibly groaned, your words obviously having a certain effect on him as he pushed his hips into yours making you moan in response. he kissed your lips again, moving onto your neck, sucking brusies into the sensitive skin there. mark got off of you and sat up, removing his shirt to which you followed, throwing the clothing somewhere on the floor. going back into position, mark kissed your chest, grazing your breast that was still covered by your bra. he didn’t mind, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible, that was until you decided to take it off anyways, throwing it somewhere over your shoulder. mark went back to work, sucking on one nipple, while twirling and pinching the other between his fingers, earning moans from you.

mark suddenly stopped, lifting his head to look at you, ‘do you want to go further?’ he asked sincerely.

‘yes, mark, please’ you breathed, curling your fingers around his broad shoulders, lightly pushing him back towards your chest. he chuckled at your eagerness, peppering kisses down your stomach, finally reaching your buttoned up jeans. ‘can i take these off?’ you nodded, he unbuttoned your jeans and yanked them down and off, leaving them on the floor with the rest of the clothes. he could see the wet patch that formed in your underwear, earning a moan from the boy on top of you. mark ghosted over the spot with his finger, making you twitch in response due to the light, yet scandalous action.

he slid your underwear off, leaving them somewhere on the couch. you watched him silently as he stared at your core, looking like a man who had been without water for at least a century. he dove in, licking a strip up your pussy, making you moan out in response. mark continued to lightly suck, adding a finger into the mix. he slowly pushed it inside your opening, wetness gathering at the base of his finger, ‘you taste… it’s perfect… you’re perfect’ he whispered, gazing up into your glossy eyes, overtaken by craving him. he added a second finger, stretching you out. ‘mark…’ you groaned, feeling him hit the sweet spot inside of you made your head spin and insides twist. ‘i’m gonna come…’

‘not yet’ he whispered, he exited your core, earning a whimper from you due to the sudden loss, ‘don’t worry, i’ll take care of you’ he kissed your cheek, standing up from the couch in order to take his own pants off. you could see his member throbbing inside his briefs, you swore you almost started drooling. mark came back down to lay on top of you, kissing you again, more sensibly, softly, slowly. savoring the moment with you, the delicate and gentle touches almost making you cry again from just how sweet he was, how much he showed that he cared about you.

he broke the kiss, you stared into his eyes, caressing his cheek gently, mark melted into your touch, closing his eyes and burying his face closer to your grasp. ‘you are so beautiful’ you stated to him. his skin kissed by the sun, the features adorning his face; making up gorgeous art on a blank canvas that someone like da vinci would be furious not to know of such beauty.

‘do you want to keep going? we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i want to take my time with you, with us…’ he explained.

you cut him off with a peck to his lips, making his smile grow wider, ‘yes, i want to if you do… i feel the same way’ he kissed you, much like you did with him, confirming his feelings yet again.

he slid off his briefs, leaving you both fully naked in each other's presence, since the sun had started to set when mark came over the only light provided was the soft glow of the lamp behind you on the side table, making the sweat that graced his chest shine. ‘if you get uncomfortable please let me know and i’ll stop’ he whispered, you nodded in response, heartbeat picking up due to his kindness. he sighed and carefully lined his member up with your entrance, the shakiness of his hands having him try a couple of times to get it in, you could tell he was nervous.

he slowly pushed inside, giving you ample time to adjust, ‘that’s it’ he breathed in your ear once fully inside, ‘fuck you’re so tight… so perfect’ you moaned at his words, digging so far deep into you and leaving many traces in your mind, words you’d never forget. he readjusts your legs, giving him deep access into your womb, now in a missionary position. mark started moving, slowly thrusting into you at first, you wrapped your legs around his back, trying to keep him as close as possible, which he didn’t seem to mind. his lips moved to yours, the simple kisses shared spoke volumes-no hesitation, the pastel feeling of everything you both never said to each other, lost on fleeting glances in class, heart doodles on paper, and the way he would read to you without argument, buying you coffee, smiling whenever you’d enter the room. the soft kisses subdued any fear you held over this relationship. you loved him.

mark occasionally groaned into your mouth, and in return you moaned, sharing sounds and soft touches over each other's body. ‘you’re taking me so well like you were made for me. fuuck’ he keened at the way you held him inside. he started moving faster, but still acting as careful as ever with you. his hips snapped down on yours, earning strained grunts from you, head spinning as he continued to hit your sweet spot in all the right ways. ‘y/n’ mark moaned, ‘i-i love you’ you cried, the barrier breaking open the flood waters, you silently shed tears into his shoulder, the hot tears running down his arm and chest. ‘i always have, e-ever since i met you’ his trusts started growing erratic, faster, snapping his hips into yours with a force that had you seeing stars. you could barely comprehend any type of language at this point. you were about to reach your breaking point, feeling the heat collect at the bottom of your abdomen, the rope you were holding onto ready to snap.

mark seemed to take notice due to your internal struggle of letting go, mumbling in your ear about a bunch of different phrases. ‘it’s okay baby, you can let go’ and ‘come for me’, it was at the point where he whispered ‘i got you love, i got you’ you felt yourself starting to slip from the rope, letting go and the rope snapped, letting yourself go and moaning out marks name, locking your eyes on his. your toes curled, body threatening to collapse in on itself like a black hole with mark at the event horizon, wanting to suck him in.

as you tightened around him, his thrust grew more sporadic, out of rhythm, trying to catch his own release now. with one last thrust, he stilled and emptied into your womb, you could feel how deep he was and the hotness of his come filling you up so perfectly. mark panted, overcoming the mountain of exhaustion after reaching his peak. his forehead fell onto yours as you also tried catching your breath. mark smiled down at you, love filling his eyes, adoration shining in yours. ‘you’ he started, regulating his words to come out more clearly, ‘you are part of my existence, part of myself. you have been in every line i have ever read’

you playfully rolled your eyes, the audacity of this english major, ‘you did not just quote charles dickens while balls deep inside of me’

he laughed, as if that was a queue to pull out, mark left his place inside of you and went to the bathroom, returning with a damp wash cloth in order to clean you up. gently whipping you down he threw the towel into the laundry room. mark picked you up and walked you to your room, slowly slipping you into some fresh new clothes, while he put on clothes that yeri kept at the apartment for her boyfriend. surely she wouldn’t mind.

you both climbed into bed, eyelids growing heavy he held you in his arms, head resting against his chest in the quiet darkness, ‘mark’ you said, voice small, he hummed, ‘i love you too’

‘sleep in tomorrow, i’ll still be here’ he answered.

eyes crusted over and limbs numb, that was probably the best sleep of your life. you reached over to marks side of the bed, but it was empty, and you frowned. he said he would be here. you stretched and got up, slowly making your way towards the door, you opened it to an empty living room. you heard a sudden, but low crash of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. you walked slowly, not really knowing what to expect. but alas, speak of the poet, and he shall appear in the lines, your (now) boyfriend, mark, stood in front of the oven with a spatula in hand, flipping a pancake.

in the stillness of the afternoon, you didn’t make your presence yet known, and watched as he worked. the glow of the sun and the kitchen light reflected off of his hair ever so slightly, making it shine, it was as if only you two existed. he turned and smiled like he always did, ‘good morning sleepyhead’

[jsprnt]

Alliance PT. 3 | Prince!Jude Bellingham

W/C: 3.886

A/N: here’s part 3! thank you for the patience guys, I was super busy with exams. let me know how you like it! Also lmk in the comments if you want or be added to the taglist! 💓

part two

Nothing could have prepared me for this, and I mean, nothing. 

The Valeronian palace was absolutely humongous.

Details of gold and expensive, exported marble were scattered around like they were cheap wallpaper. 

Not to forget, the double staircases that led to the exact same spot in the palace, nothing more than excessive and flaunting. 

Yes, my home back in Feronia was nothing less of extravagant, though less renovated due to the cut in the sovereign grant. 

The war had taken a hit to our economy, despite popular belief and our effort to continue the very crucial agriculture trade. Ill-willed rebels had burnt down a fourth of our fertile land after the war had broken out. 

Which, per my mother, had to be kept under wraps. It was better not to cause more outrage and panic within our loyal citizens. 

I had never been told about the fate of those rebels, but it would not take much brainpower to guess how my mother had disposed of them...

Stepping into a different side of the palace, I leave my side of the wing. The halls were covered in delicate and detailed pieces of art. They highlighted the beauty of this kingdom, its landscapes, but also the many important people who had an impact on the lands. 

No doubt those people were the reason there was such catastrophe and disaster in my own home. My own lands and people..

And now, they were people I was supposed to have a positive view of?

The paintings themselves, so realistic, I sometimes feared walking the halls at night. Like those paintings had souls, beating hearts, drawn eyes staring at me wherever I went...

My footsteps echo throughout the halls, as I attempt to go to the library. I was told, by the Queen herself, to wear a certain type of shoe that made it known to the maids and guards that I was walking around. 

Focusing on the sound had me feeling crazy, which in turn- to counter those anger episodes, I'd walk on the soles of my shoes. Especially in matters of sneaking around unnoticed..

The clicking of my heels are like a little signal to the maids to come and convince me my hands and arms are useless, and that I would need help walking down the damn hall... 

Up to this point, they would only leave me alone if I explicitly asked them to leave me alone. Then, I would be met with fake smiles and a million exaggerated nods, before they backed away like a troupe of dancers. 

Did they think every Princess was naive enough to believe their little act?

I was plenty able to be independent, especially back home where I only had a few select maids be very close to me..

Thinking about it made me miss my girls. Would my mother assign them to some other cruel place? Marry them off since she saw them as useless?

All I know is, that the more days I endured, the more I could tell myself that Gianna would be here soon..

I had almost celebrated my victory of walking a couple of meters without being bombarded by questions, until, to my dismay—I heard someone call out to me..

I only wanted to send a letter to my cousins back in Feronia, but was treated like I was too fragile to hold pen to paper. 

Balling my fists, and digging my nails into my palms. I take a deep breath before turning around, instantly met with a maid that had been at my beck and call since I had arrived. 

Her bright red hair stood out, compared to the brown and black decor of the humongous royal library, green eyes staring at me with determination. They were so deeply alluring, I had to pause before answering her.

"I am visiting the great library to read a few books and to write a letter to my cousins. Please do not interrupt me to ask if I want help, or even a cup of tea.."

"Your Grace, we have scholars for that-"

"I have received sufficient education to be literate enough to write a simple letter to my cousins. I could imagine the Crown Prince needing a helper to write a letter, but I find it mildly offensive for you to suggest such things to me.."

I paused, searching for her name in my mind..

There were so many of them.

"Maeve.." I trail off, watching her flush from either terror or embarrassment. Pale, freckled face turning rose, the color reaching her ears with such haste, I could not believe my eyes. 

I back up in surprise when she suddenly gets down on her knees, her head pressing against the marble floor in a desperate attempt to make me forgive her. 

"I deeply apologize if I have offended you, Your Grace. I just thought it would be more leisurely to have a royal scholar help you with writing. Please, take my head since I have done wrong.."

I scrunch my eyes closed in discomfort, leaning so far back my spine produced a cracking sound.

Damn that library desk I fell asleep at last night..

Fine, apologize, but getting on your knees like I would actually have your head for something so incredibly stupid like that? 

Was this the palace of terror or something, and most importantly, what did this girl think of me to beg like this?

Did I have some cruel, bitchy reputation already?

"Have you already started exhibiting your newfound power, my dear fiancée?"

I snap my head up at the voice, my eyes widening instantly at the accent I had unintentionally internalized. 

There was this new, groundbreaking research about human psychology. An experiment about cueing and conditioning the human mind.

The topic was a very interesting one, especially since it was the topic of my last lecture back home. Looking back, examples were easy to think of, but for me to actually realize it was happening to me? 

Was my brain already conditioned to- make my heart jump at the recognition of his voice? 

The aroma of cedarwood and dark vanilla enters my nose instantly as he walks closer to me. I watch Maeve's body relax near my feet. 

Oh, great. Now he will be the savior of the poor maid who thinks I'll murder her for a slightly insulting comment..

It seemed like the foreign Princess was so terrifying, enough for her servants to beg to live..

The most I had done in evilness was killing a buzzing fly in the summer heat, and stealing my mother's shiny ring as a child..

They did not look like they feared him, their own Crown Prince by blood.

My fiancé..

Time really did pass fast. His title only used to just be the Crown Prince of Valeron to me a few weeks ago. 

Now, 'asshole number one,' could be added to that list of my newfound titles for him..

I move my head, turning to get a full look at the egotistical being in front of me. 

He had not dropped this, cold and crude act since we met days ago. 

Considering I already knew he was a jerk, this didn't make it any better. 

Here he stood in all his rude glory. 

The Crown Prince, or Jude, dressed in the crispiest attire I had ever seen on a royal.

His eyes pierce into my soul, as if I had betrayed his entire lineage and future generations. 

Future generations, we would have to share.

The thought gave me goosebumps, and made my skin crawl uncomfortably.

"No such thing as 'exhibiting my power', Your Highness.." I answer, eyes trailing down his suit. 

A freshly pressed suit, broad shoulders filling the jacket, and a pair of strong, muscular legs that felt like they were meters long. 

"Leave us.." He voices coldly, but instead of avoiding Maeve's gaze and looking at her like she was a lowly being- like the way he looked at me, as he spit cold words and disagreed with everything I said, his brown eyes soften. 

Locking onto hers, there is a small pause, then he proceeds to click his tongue, and before I could even blink twice- the maid disappears, closing the heavy wooden doors behind her. 

Leaving us alone in the dark library. 

His presence itself cooled the room down instantly, it felt like the many candles and fire weren't burning and providing warmth anymore. 

Jude takes another step forward, the smell of is cologne is only more intoxicating in the dim place. Dulling out my sight, and heightening my senses of smell..

"You do realize you are in my part of the Palace, or were you so ignorant enough to ignore the instructions I had my men give your maids?" 

His eyes burn into mine, and even though I knew the Crown Prince was a mortal being—I could swear his usually brown eyes started glowing red, just like an angry flame. 

Maybe, I was going mad, it probably was just the reflection of the fireplace in his eyes. 

Whatever it was, it was evil. 

"Will we not be one, in a few weeks? I never thought there would be such thing as individuality in this official alliance..."

I had received his stupid list, but stopped reading it after the first few lines.

'Do not go here, do not enter that..'

If it was so incredibly important to him, he should come and give me a rundown of the list himself.

"That is correct, as you say it yourself- in a few weeks. I expect you to stay in your wing, until that unfortunate day comes.."

My heart jumps in my rib cage as he steps closer, making me step backwards once, before my lower back hits the backrest of a heavy chair. Leaving me trapped in his line of vision. 

"You will be mine, there will be us eventually.."

"But do not think for a mere second, Princess- that this is something I remotely even wanted. Do not, and I repeat, do not expect me to start kissing up to you like any other men around you have.."

The words he spits scrape against my eardrums. I could pretend to be shocked about his hatred, but I was not any different from hating his fucking guts. I cannot be surprised, he was as honest as a future King should be..

I had my fair share of interactions with other men of the royal court. At the end of the day, they were "proper" men on the outside, and absolute dogs on the inside. 

He was probably the same. 

Jude's gaze is deep, burning into my soul like a scorching fire. His steps falter until he's practically in my face, like he's challenging me to strangle him. 

I would- if his existence itself was not saving thousands of lives back home..

"Oh, and do you think I jumped into that carriage and went on that god-awful journey being happy and giddy about being married off like some slave?

I try to keep my tone low, but my vocal cords betray me, making my voice crack weakly..

"You are not the only one being forced into this marriage, but I am the only one who has to get used to a whole new world. I have sacrificed things you will never have to think about losing. Give me a break, get your face out of mine. Go sign some distasteful documents about raising the damn tax percentage, and stay in your study until you get your egoistical personality in check." 

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I stare up at him with distaste in my eyes.

Of course, the man is an enigma, anyone can predict how stony-faced he would respond to my outburst. 

His jaw tightens slightly, eyes darkening even more, if possible. 

His eyes trail up, and then down my frame, meanwhile, he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, as if he wondered how I dared to give him lip..

"I will not expect a thing from you, except for us to fulfill our duty." 

What that duty was? I didn't even know, to be honest..

All I knew, is that this could only get worse for me and him. Especially, if I stayed in this library for any more time.

"Then, make a list of our duties. Maybe, I will read an extra sentence this time! Or come and tell me yourself, since you seem to have a love for wasting time? How fun would that be?!"

My voice is laced with sarcasm, causing me to give him a scrunched, unpleasant face before pushing past him, my shoulder hitting his muscular arm. The hard muscle makes me want to wince in pain, but I would rather die than show him my emotions..

Slamming the doors behind me, I forget the reason I even decided to visit the library, leaving his stupid fucking 'wing', and entering my chambers. 

Again, my heels hit the floor repeatedly, anyone could guess that there was anger in my body.

Though, this time the sound empowers me.

"Are you alright, big brother?"

My brother's voice breaks my focus on the birds chirping in the forest. I snap my head to my right, raising a brow at him. 

I hand my emptied rifle to Malik behind me, the newly appointed royal armorer, and one of my most trusted men, for him to polish the well-used weapon. 

I had missed the target about every round we had shot, something that was completely out of character for a Prince with experience since his prepubescent years. 

Normally, my brother, Jobe would be a little behind me in scores, but it seemed like it was his lucky day, and my unfortunate one..

My two barely bullseyes could not compare with his seven, making it my first loss since we started shooting targets together..

My mind was all messed up, from the moment I found out about our father's death, to this very moment. 

I was angry, frustrated, at a loss of how to release this heavy weight in my chest. 

Usually some old-fashioned sparring, target practicing and hunting helped a lot.

Though, not if I was being absolutely shit at the activity itself, it only made the frustration bubble up bigger..

I never really felt weird about losing in the eyes of my brother, or closest confidants. We would laugh it off, see each other as examples, and cool ourselves down with a drink or two. 

But, with the old hag who is the Minister of Defense, breathing down my neck, I felt the sudden need to make him the target of my next practice..

Out of all the men my father had chosen to help him run the kingdom, Minister Ellis was the most pretentious snob I had ever seen. It was visible from mere meters away, from his painful-to-hear accent, to his refusal to make eye contact with any servants or low-ranking soldier. 

He was on the top of my, 'Get rid of', list. I was definitely planning to act on it when I became King. Time was ticking for old Ellis, and everyone around us knew that too..

"I am alright. As father used to say, 'bad days and mistakes are a step closer to mastery'.." 

I ruffle his dark hair, an affectionate way to reassure my brother. I knew he worried about me, he was emotionally incredibly intelligent. 

I could never have my younger brother be uncertain about the people around him, he was my top priority, next to my mother. 

"Proud of your progress. At this rate, I will allow you to join us on our future campaigns.."

An excited look forms on his face, dimples showing as his eyes light up. Though, his hands come up to fix his hair, my brother was very focused on his vanity, it came with the age and adolescence..

Before Jobe can even verbally respond to me, we are interrupted by the Minister. 

His voice genuinely made me want to give up my hearing..

"The Prince has yet to master archery, Your Highness. We cannot put an inexperienced young man on a battlefield.."

The grins on both our faces drop instantly, my mood turning sour. I turn around, dismissing Malik, before looking at the minister. 

"I did not know you defined a good soldier by mastering of archery. Are you not aware these rifles are the future of battle, Minister? In a few years they will dominate our weapon inventory, if you are still around to it at least.." 

I watch Ellis' graying eyebrows move, even if the man was a hardened soldier in the past, age caught up to him like it would to any labor enduring human. His balding head hidden underneath the cap he wore.

"If I am still around by the next war, I would imagine Your Highness to know best. I would be delighted to hear then, if it is the weapon or a seasoned soldier who has served you."

Ellis bows his head as if he realizes how disrespectful his words are, making me clench my teeth so hard, my jaw visibly flexes.

Was everyone just out to piss me off today?

First my own mouthy fiancée, who fired herself up out of nowhere, now the man that should be serving at my command?

This old man clung onto past ideas and strategies of war like a drowning man to a shipwreck. He would not be around in the future, because his ass would be gone the moment I was crowned. 

"When that day of war comes, let us hope we will not need outdated strategies to fight a modern war.." 

I give him a slight smirk, fighting back the urge to look over at my brother. If we made eye contact, Minister Ellis would be turning red from embarrassment. 

The laugh you can share with a sibling is incomparable to anything else..

"Your Highness, the Queen has requested you all join her for dinner in the west wing. The table is being set at the moment."

I look at the guard to my right, giving a slight nod, acknowledging his words. 

Fuck, if shooting practice was unbearable with the Minister, having dinner with him was like jumping into a body of water with my arms bound. 

"Understood, please tell the Queen we will join her in a moment."

The food here was to die for, no exaggeration. 

I had cleared up my plate every single evening, much to the dismay of the royal chef. The Queen kept telling the kitchen staff to put another serving on my plate. 

To which I would never complain, of course. If the food was this good, then  my stomach was an endless pit..

"Minister, I was not aware of your presence in the palace. What a delight to have you join us for dinner. Please, make yourself comfortable.."

The Queen was an absolute angel, from her beautiful face, to her heart of gold. You could sense her kindness from a distance away. 

But, being on the other hand of her genuine kindness, you could see from her demeanor that she was not that happy to see him. She had probably expected a 'family' dinner, only to see the Minister's 'better than thou' expression enter her sight. 

I guess as a Queen, you even had to please the people you could not stand.

Noted, but I definitely had to practice in that area. 

If I did not like someone, they could see it on my face within seconds. Sadly for me, I was too expressive..

"Thank you for the kindness, Your Grace. It is always an honor to share a table with you. Just like when our great King was alive..."

I avoid my gaze from the Minister, not wanting to make eye contact with the boastful man. I knew types like him, they were nothing but full of ego and self-centered. Pretending to want the best for everyone, while secretly shoving gold into his pockets. 

I was sat next to Jude, like every evening the Queen asked if we could eat together. It had been alright, to pretend to be civil with each other, at least. 

I would respond to the Queen's questions, give Jude a single glance, then focus back on my delicious meal. 

Sometimes, I would speak more to his younger, much nicer brother, Jobe. I had met him a day after arriving, and he had made a much better conversation partner than his brother. 

Who, at the moment, looked like he was chewing on rocks. His eyes on everything and anyone, except the Minister across from him. 

Including, bouncing his leg up and down, after which he would- hopefully, accidentally hit my ankle with his foot. 

"Stop doing that, or I will not hesitate to stab your leg with my fork.."

I threaten, whispering close to his ear. I give him a sharp look, before averting my gaze to the candles in front of us, while cutting into my roast duck, pretending to be busy. 

He turns his head to me, from the corner of my eye, I can see the sardonic expression on his face. Brows relaxed, as he gives me a dry, skeptical smirk.

"I would like to see you try, Princess.."

I scoff at his response, if it was an invitation to stab him, be my guest-

"What a great idea, Minister. We should immediately prepare for their journey.."

The Queen's voice cuts my murderous thoughts short, making me snap my head up at her, giving a quick smile. 

I had not heard a word they had said.

Seeming to understand my confusion, Jobe steps in to give me a subtle recap. 

"Having my brother and sister-in-law go on state visits before getting married to each other? That is new, mother.."

My body jolts slightly, my eyes widening as if I were grasping at a confirmation from the Queen. 

"Well, just like the Minister said. Jude and Y/N should be getting closer, their marriage is already set in stone.."

Doing state visits to other cities and kingdoms with the Crown Prince? Sharing a carriage with the man? 

Absolutely not. 

I would rather be accused of witchcraft, then be thrown into a gross river with a huge rock bound to my foot.

"That would be a great idea, Mother."

My head snaps towards Jude, his face stony and expressionless.

I wanted to throw my hands at him, idiot..

Making my life hell was his life mission. 

Instead of waging war with my people, Jude was getting his revenge by waging a war on me..

Taking a breath, I widen the fake smile on my face..

"I agree. What a great proposal, Minister Ellis. I would love to see what other places have to offer, and to meet their people.."

The old man smiled from ear to ear at our response. 

What was his deal? Why was he so eager to send us away?

I could not wait for this dinner to end, only because I wanted to rip into Jude for a second time today. 

Maybe, actually with my fork this time.

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[willowstea]

I got so unlucky with my group assignments. 5/6 classes are doing some sort of group evaluation whether it's a series of presentations going for the entire semester or 1 or 2 assignments to be completed as a group and presented to the class and I have 7 across 5 classes (out of 6 total classes) and 4 of them are next week. One was last week.

[buglaur]

this is kit, please commission some art from them on social bunny 🙏

[abyssalzones]

ever since I was a little girl I knew I wanted to write numbers in scientific notation when it wasn't necessary

[crazycherub]

my social worker keeps encouraging me to get an adhd diagnosis done but gosh it’s exy

[bravevolunteer]

i need to put michael in a saw trap type situation. to cope

[rose-lalondde]

pro tip: if you think you have adhd then don't start a master's program before you even get a diagnosis (also you need a stronger prescription, you have astigmatism, and reading glasses aren't gonna cut it)

[moreaujeans]

ourgejjg

[formula-fun]

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[junkieito]

i see a lot of 'when you complain to a stem major' but honestly have you ever met someone who details getting almost perfect scores even though they're drunk half of the time and explain how you can 'win the teachers over' complain about having to do an essay when you have been working 8 hours on a single problem that's worth like 0.5% of your final score but you still must do, it breaks you

[bisexualalienss]

our professor moved all our due dates this week back because we were complaining. and still i’m like 90% sure we all turned it in at like 11:58

[maeo-png]

i got the julian treatment at the hairdressers today

[meatsouuuuup]

I’m gonna rage quit Duolingo

[whatcouldpossiblyg0wr0ng]

bro what is my school DOING