#can y'all see the bite marks i left on my notebook ?

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07/05/2024

i feel like the state of my desk is sufficiently representative of my mental state right now :')))

24 days until i need to have finished the absolute maximum of my dissertation :'))) i just want to sleep.

the good news is ((or at least what i keep repeating to myself)) that i have enough notes to at least write the baseline and the bulk of my diss and then i'll be able to take a bit more time to make everything pretty and nice etc.

fingers crossed lmao

now i've got to get back to work,, i'm currently trying to wrestle excel into submission because i have BOXPLOTS to make and it does noooooot want to do that for me >:(( like,, i literally had to draw them by hand in my notebook to be able to understand what my data was saying ?????? which was kinda rude ?? like fuck you excel please help me

bref,, bisous bisouuuuuuus ! hope you have a wonderful day :*

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Request for Anon!

Hellooo lovely people! Sorry to keep you waiting, literally all year, but I'm back! I had a lot of fun with these because I've been in such a big Maji' mood <3 hope y'all enjoy!

Romantic Majima HCs ♡

WARNINGS/NOTES: NSFW under the cut, gender neutral reader w AFAB anatomy, Y1+ Maji' in mind but some hcs can still work for Y0 :3

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SFW

• Loves claw games, will win everything in the machine for you if you ask. On second thought, Majima would do ANYTHING for you if you asked

• Doesn't matter how long you've been together, Majima will always be flirting with you. He'll always finding something about you to compliment and makes extra sure that you know you're loved by him <3

• Plans the most sporadic dates. Always jumping the question when you least expect it. He found this neat looking sushi place a couple blocks from your place, what about dinner at 8? Tonight? Of course, tonight! He saw some kids eating some ice cream just now and it sounded perfect! You're not busy, right? Let's go!

• If you've got a job with the public, you know he's skipping out on his duties to come visit you. You work in retail, he's holding up the line to flirt and swoon over you. Your boss hates him

• He can't let anyone know that he's the biggest sap over his s/o. You've got him wrapped around your finger, Majima isn't sure if he enjoys it or not.

• Favorite moments are early in the morning, when you both first wake up. It's so domestic. Loves getting to cook breakfast with you, holding you close from behind and smooching you up <3 his kisses taste like coffee

• Plays into the "Mad Dog" nickname a lot, calling himself your "guard dog" and being positively feral and the slightest bit protective over you.

• Loves to bite. Anywhere. He'll leave marks, and end up maybe getting punished because he left a big ass hickey where clothes don't cover it

• Loves loves LOVES to cuddle. His favorite place to rest his head is your chest. Or your thighs, he ain't picky. He could cuddle you all day if you'd let him, especially after a bad day at work. Your fingers in his hair is an absolute dream

• Sings in the shower

• Has a notebook of important dates that he always keeps on him, so he doesn't forget them! Some dates include your birthday, and your anniversary of course!

• Turns into a big baby when allergies kick in. Now he's got you around, he begs you to take care of him. Let him bundle up in your bed, feed him some warm soup, massage his jaw when it starts to ache, won't you? You just love him so much, right~?

NSFW

• Okayyyyy.... Maybe it's a little indulgent... But he'd be so down to try pet play. Probably prefers calling you his little kitty/puppy, but it feels pretty damn good the other way around, too

• As much as it hurts to say. Look at him. I don't remember seeing a spec of hair on him, minus the facial hair. That mf waxes. Brazilian. And if I am misremembering... It just feels in character, ok

• Loves to see you dress up. Loves to see anyone in a suit or dress, if it's a special occasion he will find some place to drag you to so he can show you one hell of a time. Oh, the risk of getting caught? Just adds to the thrill, doesn't it?

• Switchhhh. Through and through. Can be a big bully, or he can be a big ole masochist. Loves pleasing, loves being pleased. Majima in the bedroom is very 50/50, everyone is happy

• Fav place to cum is. Anywhere on you. Ass, stomach, face. Will he clean it up... Probably. If you tell him to.

• LISTEN.... He's down for some freaky stuff... If you tell him to lick it up, he just might. He's always been pretty unpredictable, hasn't he?

• Loves rough sex. Nothing better. However he does have his softer spells. Will go easy on you if you ask. But you better beg, he loves listening to that sweet, sweet voice of yours

• All of my faves have voice kinks. Because I said so. Solidarity k 🤝

• Like mentioned he can get pretty cuddly afterwards, but he can still take care of you if you're wiped out. Just get ready for some hugs and a whole lot of smooching

• Okay. Crossdressing. Are you surprised. Making him wear dresses, making you wear something you normally don't.. just something about it

• ALSO. ROLE 👏 PLAY 👏 HE WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND FUCK YOU HARD AS THE HANNYA MAN. AS A POLICE OFFICER. GOROMI... WHOEVER. OK

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Soulbound Part Two

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Word Count: 2,955

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Prinxiety, Logicality, Background Remile

Warnings: uncensored swearing, bullying, mention of drugs and alcohol, threats, Unsympathetic Remus, Unsympathetic Deceit, implied mention of sex (wow this fic went from 1 to like 67 real fast) Please leave a comment and tell me if I missed anything that should be tagged or if you want anything tagged!

Summary:

Roman Prince and Logan Rose are soulmates. They’re platonic soulmates though. They both have the same Soul mark to prove it. But they both have one other soul mark, binding them to one other person. And when they find Patton Miles, it just so happens that they’re both his soulmate. Logan being his Soulbound Soulmate, and Roman being a platonic soulmate. But something feels missing. And it feels filled, shockingly so, when they meet a certain someone a year and a half after they found each other.

IMPORTANT NOTE!! I changed all of their last names cause I didn't like them. So. Yeah. Also sorry this seems a bit late, I got caught up with doing things and school and we had a ton of snow (where I live we never get snow) and so I was a little distracted all week. Sorry about that y'all!! But its here now, so yeah!! Hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 2

Roman woke up with a start, his wrist stinging. He looked over at his clock that read a time much to late- or early- for it to be reasonable. He rubbed his stinging skin and tried to go back to sleep. 

  This was a regular occurrence. Waking up at two am to a stinging wrist or shoulder, sometimes an ankle or forearm. Once he woke up nearly screaming as his left side felt like it was on fire.

  He didn't quite know what it was, but Roman never thought much about it. I mean, people woke up with little pricks sometimes, right? He'd probably slept on it wrong or accidentally hit his bedframe in his sleep.

  Roman lay in bed, tossing and turning as he tried to fall back asleep. He looked over to the clock once again and sighed. It was only an hour before his alarm went off.

  Not seeing the point in trying to go to sleep anymore, Roman swung his legs over the side of his bed and started getting ready for the day.

  After taking a shower and pulling in clothes, Roman's alarm rang out two seconds after he was done styling and drying his previously wet hair. He slapped it off as quick as possible, suddenly not wanting to wake anyone else up.

  Roman inched out of his room and into his brother's, flipping on the lights, much to his brother's dismay.

  "Turn the goddamn lights off…." His brother muttered through his pillow.

  Roman sighed. "Nope! C'mon Remus, it's time for you to rise and shine- or whatever it is that you do when you're awake- and get ready for the first day of school!" He walked over to the broad window and threw open the blinds, letting light filter and flow into the already lot room, the sun beams hitting Roman's twin in the face.

  "AaaAAAHH!!" His brother screamed. He sat up in bed and shielded his face. He glared at Roman after adjusting to the light. "I'm going to sell your organs on the internet you pile of horse sh-"

  "Love you too, brother! I'm gonna go make breakfast now okay bye!!" Roman zipped downstairs, not wanting to stick around to see whether his brother would act on that threat or not.

  Ten minutes later Remus came loudly down the stairs and yelled at his brother. "DID YOU GET OUT ALL THE CEREAL AND THE POPTARTS?!!?"

  Roman sighed, looking at the counter that was overflowing with four different cereals and a box of poptarts. "YEAH BRO MAN I GOTCHU!!" He yelled back.

  Remus entered the kitchen area with his heavy heeled boots and skipped over to the cereals. He poured a little of each box into a bowl and unwrapped a poptart and crumbled it on top. He went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of not milk but orange juice and poured it into the abomination that was in his bowl.

  Roman looked away and tried focusing back on the eggs he had in the pan in front of him. "I cannot believe that you actually eat that, Remus! It's revolting!" Roman bemused.

  Remus shoveled a spoonful into his mouth, staring at pointedly. "You," he sputtered through the mouthful of 'Cereal'. "My brother, have no taste." He swallowed and gestured to his bowl. "This is a masterpiece of a meal!!"

  Roman made gagging noise and slid his single solitary egg onto a piece of toast. "That's not even a meal! I daresay it would harm someone rather than anything else!"

  Remus scoffed and took another bite.

~~•~~

  Today was the first day of their sophomore year, 10th grade and they couldn't wait for it to start. Or at least, Roman was excited. Remus had made his opinion adamant; he couldn't care less if the school caught fire.

  But nonetheless, it was a day they'd all been awaiting, whether eagerly or with disdain.

  Patton had stuffed his backpack full of snacks and colorful pins as gifts for his new classmates and friends.

  Roman had excitedly roused his voice in preparation for theater and barber shop choir he was sure to audition for.

  Logan had packed up notebooks and pencils and pens, all fitting perfectly in his backpack as he awaited learning, a year ahead of his peers.

  Remus had done nothing but think up pranks and plans of destruction of freshman newbies for the start of the year. His phone pinged and he picked it up to look at it.

  A boy known around school as Deceit had discretely packed his bag and pockets full of liquors and drugs to sell to anyone who'd buy. He looked at his email and raised an eyebrow. He turned to his messages and shot a text to his partner.

  And a person of seemingly infinitesimal importance shrugged on a black and purple jacket and sighed heavily. He didn't look forward to this. What's to say it was going to be any different from last time?

  And so, life started as sophomores for each and every one of them.

~~•~~

  Virgil Sanders walked up to the front of his new high school. A place to start over… he thought.

  He pushed his way through the doors and tried to think positively.

  "Well helloooo there my good newbie of a kid!!" A voice rang out. Virgil startled back and bumped into someone behind him. How did someone get behind him so fast??

  "Ah, ah! Don't be scared my good pal!" The person behind him said, his voice was a little too reassuring, a little too happy.

  "I-I'm sorry...I'll just find my own way around…" he stammered out. He didn't want to try and be cocky and make enemies this early into the school year. And his anxiety was telling him to play it safe.

  He didn't even see the two that were harassing him before a voice trilled out, "Oh there you are, babe!!"

  Virgil felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. "Hon-ey you've got to stop running off like that! Gurl, you're gonna lose that cute purple head of yours in the crowd if your not careful!" Virgil looked up to see a boy wearing aviator shades and a leather jacket.

  "Uhm--?" 

  Virgil started before the sunglasses'd guy turned and whispered in his ear, "Just play along, babe…"

  "Right…" Virgil turned and kissed the strange man's cheek. "Sorry babe, won't happen again." He cuddled up to the man and wrapped his arms around his waist. If he was gonna play the part, might as well make it convincing.

  "That's right honey bae! Now let's get you to class!" And the two walked away hand in hand.

  As they rounded the corner, the man parted from Virgil and turned on him. "Sorry bout that honey, but gurl you were in real danger there!" He held out a hand. "The name's Remy b-t-dubs."

  Virgil shook it. "Virgil. Thanks. And sorry for the kiss." 

  Remy laughed and waved his hand at Virgil. "Oh pah-lease babe! Trust me I probably enjoyed that more than you think I did!" He winked and laughed again at Virgil's flushed face. "Now, stay outa trouble, ya hear? Cause auntie Remy ain't always gonna be around to save that cute face of yours hun. But here's my number in case you need anything!" Remy took out what looked like a business card and handed it to Virgil.

  Auntie Remy. Gossip wheel, late night counseling, party boy.

  At the bottom a number was printed. "Hey what-" but Remy was already gone.

  What just happened?

~~•~~

  Remus was pissed. He had received the text from Deceit that morning that there was fresh meat and he was so ready to spill crickets in that loser's bag! And then that stupid 12th grade dumbass senior Remy had to show up and "save the day."

  His eye caught a little freshman boy with broken glasses. He carried his books in his arms and had a smattering of freckles to accompany his bright red hair.

  Perfect! Remus thought maliciously. And crept over to sink his teeth into his next victim.

  "Hey there freckle face!" He called cheerily.

  The boy seemed startled and pointed at himself as if to confirm.

  Remus sighed. Wow this kid is dull… "Yeah you, scarecrow reject! Now Imma make this quick since I already lost one lunch income," he started, slinking around the kid. "Hand over the money you mommy gave you for food today else I'll make sure that it won't stay down."

  The redhead seemed flustered. "Wh-what? B-but, I need that money!" He subconsciously reached for his pocket.

  Bingo. Remus knew his type. Fear would get him what he wanted. He grabbed the kid by the front of his shirt, making the books tumble out of his hands. "Listen here, nerd! You gimme that money or else you're gonna be using it to mend all the bones I'll be snapping in you hand, here!" Remus held up one of the kid's spindly hands as an example, wagging it loosely in his face. His maniacal smile grew as he heard the kid whimper in fear.

  Remus put pressure on one of the kid's fingers as the freckled boy didn't move. "Tic-Toc, brainless bastard!" He snickered sadistically.

  "Fine!!" The kid yelped in fear and shoved the money at the bully. "Just leave me alone!"

  Remus pushed the kid to the ground and shoved the money in his pocket. "As you wish, orange peel!" He stepped on the kid's discarded books and walked over to where Deceit watched.

  "40-60, my snake bitch." Remus said, handing his partner 14 dollars of the 35.

  Deceit counted the money and nodded. "I'm disappointed the newbie slipped by us…" he looked off at where the purple haired boy had been a few minutes prior. "But I think he'll be back…" His amber eyes glowed a near sickly yellow. "And this time we're playing the long game."

~~•~~

  Remus had run off ahead of him so Roman entered the school's doors alone. He had wandered only a few steps inside before a blur of blue and gold barreled into him.

  "GOOD TO SEE YOU, KIDDO!!" Patton shouted, squeezing Roman in an impossibly tight hug.

  "Gah!! Good to see you too, Patton!! But," Roman gasped out, smiling. "I can't breathe, buddy."

  "Oh my GOLLY gee!!" Patton shouted, releasing Roman into open air. "I'm sorry bout that, kiddo!"

  "Really Patton, you should know your own strength by now. It'd be quite a shame if I lost my best friend before we graduated." A deep voice called, his voice laced with amusement.

  Roman softly pushed Patton aside. "Logan!!" He shouted and subsequently barreled into the tall boy, retracting after a right squeeze to just a shoulder hug. "Buddy, it's good to see you!" He laughed.

  Patton made a noise and the two boys turned to look at the shorter one. "And it's not good to see me?! I'm offended! Roman! I am your father-"

  "Not my father-"

  "And you will love me right now!"

  Roman laughed and drew Patton and Logan both into a tight hug. "Man I missed you guys!!"

  Logan gently wrapped his arms around the other two and smiled. "As did we, my friend. As did We."

~~•~~

  It was like any other start of school day. Read syllabus, play a get to know you game, repeat.

  It was really fairly normal for Roman.

  Until his third period.

  Roman knew nearly everyone in his grade, he had been the popular kid back in middle school and that had mostly transferred when he got into high school. So when roll call was being taken, it piqued his interest when a foreign voice answered a foreign name.

  "Roman Prince?"

  "You called?" Roman asked charmingly. The teacher looked at him tiredly. Roman cleared his throat. "Here!" He called a little more calmly.

  "Flora Riley?"

  "Here!"

  "Uh...Virgil Sanders?"

  Virgil Sanders? Roman thought. Maybe I just don't remember him and I'll recognize his vio-

  "Here." A quiet but firm voice answered and Roman checked behind him to see the source of the unrecognized voice. 

  A boy sat in the back of the class with his feet pressed up against the table, curling himself mostly into a ball in his chair. But even so, Roman could see purple hair peeking out from under his patchwork hoodie and stylish, iconic reverse eyeshadow applied to his face. His ripped black jeans and scuffed combat boots made it obvious that there was a new emo in school.

  Cute… Roman thought subconsciously. I mean, he was pretty cute.

  "Alright class. We're gonna play a get to know you game. Now come up and draw sticks." The teacher held out a tin full of stocks with names on them and shook it slightly, letting the wood jingle against the run. "You'll be drawing the person you'll be sitting with for the rest of the semester. You may not trade with anyone, and yeah, that sucks but so does school." The class snickered as people drew sticks. There were only enough for half the class, and the other half drew the sticks.

  Roman was not part of the group that drew sticks. So he sat idly at his seat and began to daydream about how the year would go.

  "You're Roman Prince?" A voice asked.

  Roman snapped out of his dreaming and looked up to see Virgil the Emo standing over him. Roman smirked and out a hand to his chest. "The one and only! Come to admire how pretty I am?" He asked charmingly.

  The emo snorted. "As in pretty dull? Maybe. It is a wonder of the world after all."

  Roman scoffed and pressed his other hand over his heart, as if it hurt. "I'm offended! You wound me!!" Roman held out his hand smiling. "I assume we're seating partners then! How do you do, my emo nightmare?"

  Virgil didn't take his hand, rather he just walked to the back of the class. "Come now, Prince of the Preppy, we don't know each other and honestly I don't think we ever will. We're not sitting up front."

  Roman frowned at the lack of jest in the emo's voice. He thought he and the purple haired boy were flirting wonderfully!

  Since Roman didn't seem to have any other Soul Marks, he didn't have a Soulbound Soulmate. So he freely flirted with every moving thing that breathed.

  But Roman wasn't going to give up that easily. "Hey there, plum hair! Tell me, what's it like looking so fruity?"

  Virgil snorted, and hid his face in his sleeve.

  Nooo!! Roman thought. I wanna see your cute face!!

  "I dunno...what's it like being so fruity?"

  Roman laughed and tried again to reach out his hand. "An absolute delight!"

  When Virgil did nothing but sit down at the table in the farthest back corner of the classroom, Roman deflated a little. This Virgil was cute, albeit a little annoying. I mean all he would do is snark at him! Maybe Roman had misread the situation.

  "Fine alright," Roman have up. "I'll stop talking, panic-at-the-everywhere."

  "Sweet." Though it was the answer he should have been expecting, Roman prickled.

  "So you don't want to talk to me at all?" Roman asked flatly, slightly annoyed.

  "No, not really." Virgil said, pulling out his phone.

  "Really? Like really Really?"

  "Yep." He popped the P and pointedly turned away from Roman.

  "Are you kidding me?"

  "Nope." He again popped the P.

  "You know we're going to have to sit next to each other all semester, right?"

  "Yeah…? And…?"

  "Well you have to talk to me eventually!"

  "And I'll stay here dreading when that dreaded eventually will come."

  "You cannot be serious! Come on I'm fabulous!"

  "Fabulously plastic, dumb, and shallow, if that's what you mean."

  "Shallow?!"

  "Uh, yeah?"

  "How dare-!"

  "Alright class!!" The teacher clapped their hands, stopping the impending fight that was about to break out. They started passing out papers to each of the students. "Now choose one or two, or however many you want and ask them to your partner. And yeah it sounds boring and maybe it might be if you're boring. So don't be a boring teenager."

  Roman and Virgil got the paper and looked it over. It at least Roman did. He finally picked one and asked it, knowing that trying to wait for the Emo to pay attention would be futile.

  "If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?" Roman sighed out.

  The answer that came was almost immediate and nearly shook Roman to his core. "Soulmarks." Virgil seemed to have spat the word out. "I'd get rid of all Soulmarks."

  Roman was about to ask further about it but he heard a loud clang behind him.

  "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SLEPT WITH SISSI LETANTA?! YOU SHIT!! YOU KNOW THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND'S LITTLE SISTER, YOU BASTARD!!!" The girl behind Roman was in an absolute rage. The boy she was talki- screaming at was pale and seemed like he'd wet set himself out of fear at any moment.

  "Whoa…yo Virgil check this ou-" Roman had once again tried to communicate with the Emo boy, but turned to see him filming the whole thing. "What are you doing…?"

  "Blackmail."

  "What?!"

  "You never know when it may come in handy."

  "You're the creepiest emo kid I've ever met."

  "And how many emos have you met exactly?"

  "Three! There was this one girl in my middle school that-"

  "Yeah okay you can shut up now."

  "Well thanks."

  The fight had only been broken up by the bell ringing. And Virgil left without saying a word to Roman.

  What a weird, creepy, cute kid… Roman thought. I think I wanna be his friend.

Again, I’m sorry this is later than I wanted it to be, and It’s not as good as I’d like it to be, but I promise I have things planned for this! Big things! Angsty things! Fluff!! I swear it’s going to be better than it is right now, I’m just a little caught up in life at the moment. Hope you liked it! And do feel free to leave a comment if you want me to tag you!! Sweet dreams!!

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Valentine's Day with Teacher Minseok

Hello! I wrote this for my good friend @suju-exotic <3 as a V-Day present. Will probably end up writing oneshots for the rest of EXO too. Hope y'all enjoy!!

Also I have posted this on AFFand Ao3, so as long as you see it posted by xXProtoplasmXx it’s me!

Mina could pretend she wasn’t excited for today, but it was a complete lie. The young high school senior was so excited she would bounce off of the walls if she could.

“Yah,” Baekhyun lightly slapped her shoulder as he noticed his desk mate was lost in her own thoughts. “What is wrong with you? You have that dreamy look on your face again.”

“How can you not?” she smiled at him. “It’s Valentine's Day! Don’t you think its cute seeing the little gifts getting handed around or seeing couples happy with each other?”

“Today is the day these people are able to show a lot of unnecessary public display of affection, naughty or nice. I think it’s best if this holiday was spent in a more private setting.” he explained crossing his arms as he sat back in his chair.

“Private huh?” Mina then leaned in closer to her friend. “Does that mean Chanyeol is going to be going home with you after school?” she teased. She also loved knowing she was right when Baekhyun’s face instantly turned red.

“How did-”

“Mr. Byun.” the pair heard their teacher call out with a stern tone. Both looked up towards the front seeing their young English teacher send a warning glare their way. “I’m sure you know my rules of this classroom very well do you not?”

Mina watched her blonde headed friend gulp before answering. “Yes, Mr. Kim…”

“And what rule do you presume I am speaking of?” Mr. Kim asked a dangerously calm tone, looking through his notes waiting for an answer.

Baekhyun blinked a few times due to his nerves. “Do not interrupt your lecture..”

“Very good Mr. Byun. As for you Miss Cakir, I would appreciate you staying behind after class.”

“Yes sir…” Mina bit her lip and slouched in her seat almost cowering in front of the young teacher.

Mr. Kim Minseok was quite something, it was a real sight to see. Not even 30 years old yet, jet black hair styled with an undercut while the top longer part of his hair was a little curly. Always coming to school dressed in a button up shirt, with a tie, crisp ironed slacks, and to top it off a nice pair of round lense glasses with wired frames.

Most people, both students and teachers, believe Mr. Kim is a sweet person at first glance. They are not completely wrong, but Mr. Kim’s personality and the way he carries himself keeps these people from calling him things like cute or adorable during first impressions.

He has a very intimidating type of aura. He never has to raise his voice to his students just to get across they have done wrong or that they are in trouble. Just with the slightest change of expression in his piercing cat like eyes gets even the worst troubled teen to stop talking.

“Don’t feel too alarmed, Miss Cakir. My meeting with you after class is nothing bad.” he reassures before he turns back to the whiteboard writing out notes on the current lesson.

“I’ll get your casket ready.” Baekhyun whispered to Mina in a cunning tone then turned back to his notebook to take notes. The brunette could only stick out her tongue towards her friend before doing the same.

After twenty minutes into the rest of the lecture, Mr. Kim’s English class heard the bell chime officially ending their school day. The class busied themselves packing up their papers and books then walked out of the class quietly. Another rule of Mr. Kim’s was no horse play. They were almost adults and should act like such in his classroom.

“You want me to wait for you?” Baekhyun looked down at Mina, standing ready to leave with his backpack hanging on one of his shoulders.

She shook her head. “No, don’t worry about it. You don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting do you?” She asked as she nodded over to the door. There the pair could see a tall awkward brunette no other than Chanyeol himself peeking behind the open classroom door.

Mina isn’t sure if Baekhyun would ever get over calling the taller his boyfriend without turning red as a tomato. All she knew was every single time Baekhyun blushed or got flustered she wanted to squeal with glee for her friend.

“Shush…! I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” he muttered still trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

“See ya.” She laughed as she continued to pack up her things. She didn’t even give Mr. Kim any attention when he walked over to the classroom door to close it and subtly lock it.

“You know you are quite the actress Miss Cakir. Have you ever considered following through with that as your profession?”

Mina looked at her teacher with wide eyes. “Is my teacher trying to tell me not to go to college and to pursue acting? Oh Mr. Kim...”

The older only rolled his eyes, walking to Mina slowly. “You know that is not what I mean.” he replies while taking off his glasses. As Mr. Kim reaches his students desk, there is not even an inch he left between their faces.

Mina could feel his stare piercing through her to shake her down to her core. One of the things she loved about him. She gave him a look back as her eyes roamed over his face. “So is you asking me to stay after class have anything to deal with the holiday, Mr Kim?

Her teacher smirked. “Well, you have been a good girl up until now. I can see how you like to push my buttons Mina. Just like how I love to push yours…” he growled pulling her close to his chest, his hands falling at her waist. “But you know how I feel about being teased.”

Mina could feel her heart start to race feeling her lover’s body against hers. Also feeling his breath at her neck. All he wanted to do was drive her insane until she was begging for him, and she was starting to head down that path.

Keeping their sinful relationship a secret is not easy. Something so tempting and so wrong, people believe a couple in such a relationship can’t keep themselves under control. Greed is what gets these couples caught red handed. However, that stereotype is completely unlike this couple.

Minseok and Mina loved playing this game they created. They loved trying to see who could last the longest in tempting each other with discreet touches, knowing glances, outfits, even comments. The tension is transformed to bust as a tsunami of lust in one moment. After that moment, they start the game all over again.

“Mina.” Minseok calls out for her softly, his hands now traveling lower to cup her bottom. “I think we are due to have our fun tonight, no?”

“It has been...a while.” she shudders agreeing, trying to take a deep breath to calm her excitement. To be rather honest it has been weeks since the last time they gave into each other, but Mina is a little too stubborn with making sure she wins this time around.

Yes she did purposefully teased her teacher this round with an outfit.

Mina’s high school was a public school, very laid back with their dress code. Since it was Valentine’s Day, she decided to show off a little skin with a short black pleated skirt and a dark red cropped sweater.

The moment Minseok’s hands cupped her bottom he did not hesitate to reach under her skirt surprised to feel only skin. Mina watched her lover’s eyes darken glazing over with desire. Perhaps it was safe enough to say she did win this round?

The young brunette snaked her arms around his neck pulling him down into a bruising, unforgiving kiss. As their lips battled against each other neither one of them were shying away from adding a few bites and having their tongues join in. Weeks and weeks of tension were going to be released in this one moment. Minseok vowed to himself he would give her everything she wanted today in honor of the holiday. No matter how wrong and shameful their relationship may be, he wanted to let Mina know just how much he loved her.

No longer wanting to waste any more time, Minseok picked up his girl. Mina accepted quickly wrapping her legs around his waist, her naked core meeting his clothed hard member. The couple groaned into each others mouths at the touch of their sex meeting. They continued their dirty lip lock, not bothering to come back up for air until Mina felt a large desk below her. Her heart slammed itself against her rib cage remembering when she first agreed to this relationship she had shared her fantasies with Minseok.

One fantasy in particular she had was to her teach her fuck her on or against his desk. By the look of their positions she was going to have her dream come true.

“Are you going to be good for me, kitten?” he asked after pulling away from one last soft kiss. Their faces were still centimeters away from each other, but Minseok took in every characteristic he could. He loved seeing his kitten’s cheeks flushed, eyes completely shining with want, and lips bruised. Knowing how much power he has over her and that he could take her breath away with just a few filthy kisses was exhilarating.

“Yes daddy.” she answered in a daze still eyes locked onto his.

Minseok gave her his signature crooked smile gradually leaning into the crook of her neck to have his lips brush against her fair skin. Subconsciously, Mina’s eyes closed as he let her head roll back more than willing to let him ruin her. She wanted him to leave his mark on her. “How about you call me Mr. Kim this time, hmm? Would you like that kitten?”

Before she could give her answer she could feel her teacher’s teeth dig into her flesh along the line where her neck meets her shoulder. Mina did not hold back the sound that was ripped from her at the pleasurable pain. “Oh, daddy..” she gasped.

“Come on kitten, what did I just say?” he chuckled then gave her a harsh slap against her thigh as a warning.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim.” she whimpered feeling the sting spread. “I would very much love to use your name.”

“Good girl.” he praised. “We don’t have much time love, so we will need to be quick.”

“Yes sir…” she answered softly laying back onto the desk showing she was submitting herself fully to him.

The teacher groaned at the sight of submission. He ran his hands up the inside of her legs pulling up her skirt, then continued to push her cropped sweater as well. “So beautiful kitten.”

“Please Mr. Kim, please I need you.” she begged. Mina couldn’t be sure of how much time has passed since the last bell rang, but she was at her wits end. She wanted him so deeply she couldn’t breathe and she wanted him now.

“Just a little longer kitten.” He promised leaning down to drape himself over her targeting her breasts. Minseok didn’t even bother to unhook her bra. He pulled down the lacy black fabric and drove straight to her exposed nipples taking one into his mouth.

The young brunette threw her head back at the sensation even arching her back. Any pleasing moan she could have gave her lover was stuck in the back of her throat, but Minseok loved watching as she struggled. Yet, he wanted to ruin her so much more. Without making it known he let his dominant hand wander back down to her core. HIs thick fingers gliding in between her wet folds, Minseok lust grew at the evidence of his kitten’s arousal. “Look at you, completely soaked and my cock isn’t even in you yet. Does this fantasy really turn you on that much Miss Cakir?”

“Mmm, yes Mr, Kim. I can’t even pay attention to your lecture without dreaming of being under you like this.” Mina was a little surprised at her reply but she was beyond turned on to care. “Even while I’m sitting at my seat in front, I can imagine my core sore just to take your cock...Ah!” she yelped feeling two of her teacher’s digits slip into her.

“I never knew you could be so naughty, Miss Cakir.” He commented with a deep voice slowly starting to move his fingers in and out of her sex. “How often do you have this fantasy, these thoughts?”

“Ugh..every day!” the brunette replied hurriedly after feeling his fingers rub against her sweet spot. “Mr Kim please fill me with your cock, I need to feel you in me!”

“Anything for you, kitten.” Minseok was compelled to give in. Quickly the young teacher grabbed his student pulling her off the desk to instead bend her over it. With how fast Mina was turned around, her lover made sure both her entrance and her chest were still exposed while he busied himself with freeing his thick member. He gave himself a few strokes, convinced he felt it throb in his hand as he took a mental picture of his lover’s position. “Ready, kitten?” he asked teasing her with the head of his member running through her folds.

Mina was on the verge of tears as she tried to speak. “God, please Mr. Kim, please!” At an achingly slow pace she started to feel his member fill her up inch by inch. She could never get used to the feeling of him inside her, stretching her so deliciously. “Ah, fuck!”

Minseok had let out a lewd moan himself after hearing her last reaction once he bottomed out. “Ugh, so good kitten, you take me so well..” he groaned starting gentle thrusting. “You were made to take my cock. Too bad these seats in here aren’t full of your classmates...I bet they would be enraptured seeing you like this.”

The brunette was at a total loss for words. The enormous amount of pleasure that came with thrusts he gave and now his comments fueling her imagination. Her mind started to play with her, she looked up to glance at the empty classroom filling them with the faces of her classmates. She found Baekhyun face staring back at her from their shared seat. She watched as he bit his lip giving her a lusty gaze. Mina’s breathing started to grow uneven, she felt her walls hug onto Minseok’s member imagining her best friend's sinful expression. She never thought she would see her friend in that kind of light. “Mr. Kim faster please!”

Her teacher was more than happy to pick up speed. His hands had a vice grip on her waist pushing and pulling her onto his member. The sounds falling from her lips were starting to take Minseok to his end. Sweet pleads in tow with his name on the edge of bursting. “Fuck, kitten I'm not going to last much longer..” he breathed picking up his pace chasing his release. The young teacher changed his angle as well after leaning down to rest his chest against her back reaching deeper inside of her.

“Mr. Kim please can I cum?” she panted as white stars blinded her every time he slammed into her sweet spot. Any longer and she was sure she was going to start screaming. “Ah, please!”

“Look at me kitten…” he turned her head gently locking his lips with hers. “Cum for me beautiful.” he groans filling her up with his release.

Not even a second after Mina followed cumming on his cock with the name daddy leaving her lips. “Thank you daddy.” she panted while her head was hazy with post orgasm bliss.

Slowly Minseok left a trail of kisses down her neck and across her shoulders lovingly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten.”

[golddaggers]

chemistry // part one

pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.

warnings: just some cursing.

a/n: I am really really excited about this new series, so I hope y'all like chemistry teacher O'Brien just as much as I do.

word count: 2k+

While taking a seat at the back of the classroom, due to the fact I had arrived fifteen minutes later than I should have, I couldn’t help but think this day had had an awful start. First, I woke up half an hour past from my normal timing, which got me rushing to shower, brush my teeth and snatch an apple from the huge bowl at the kitchen table; Second, my mother’s car broke down, meaning I had to wait ten minutes to get a cab, then, third, once at my school, I had to face the embarrassment from walking in late on Mr. O'Brien’s chemistry class, who, in the matter, hated being interrupted after his lecture had started, which made me earn to myself a stink eye for doing exactly that.

To my luck, the twenty-six year old teacher liked me quite a lot, due to my success on his class, therefore I wouldn’t get a detention or have my mother wandering at school; on the other hand, it was the third time it happened this week, not on purpose, obviously, but still… Urgh. I could bet he would give me a warning.

Sighing, I grabbed a pen, scribbling down at my notebook the formulas noted on the chalkboard, in hopes I wouldn’t be so lost on the new subject. I was so absented minded lately… I honestly didn’t think my parents getting divorce would affect me so much.

“Miss Emerson, would you do me the favour of stop chewing that gum?” O'Brien said, dropping the chalk over his desk, directing a cold gaze to the blonde girl sat beside me. “No one can focus on me, or in chemistry, when someone doesn’t know who to do that quietly.”

A couple of laughs spread across the place, causing the mighty Briannah Emerson to pout, clearly pissed at the teacher’s remark. She was used to having everyone around her finger; however, when this gorgeous, I am forced to admit, man walked inside the class and didn’t give two shits about her, I guess it hurt her pride. Also, his sarcastic comebacks didn’t do much to sooth her feelings either.

I’m not going to lie, I sort of enjoyed see that blonde being put on her place like that; the girl was a freaking nightmare to everyone who didn’t belong to her little squad. Yes, me included. Nothing that, after years of putting up with her, I hadn’t grown used to.

“Okay, Mr. O'Brien, if that’s your wish. Sorry to bother you so much.”

If this girl didn’t go into the acting business, Hollywood would be missing out on a great actress, because she actually stood up, eyes slightly glassy, and spat the the thing into the bin, returning to her seat afterwards. In the meantime, I was damn sure she unbuttoned her white blouse, for her big, siliconed breasts were almost popping out of it. Fuck, does she really think he’ll pay attention to her like that?

“Alright, shall we come back to gas behaviour now?”

As soon as everyone nodded, he gave his back to us, providing me with a great view of his ass. Oh bite me, it wasn’t wrong to admire your teacher’s physic, was it? Either way, damn, that man was handsome. The growing scruff, the toned muscles, the eyes… Shit, everything about him was purely sexy. No wonder every girl was dying to be on his class. Even some of the boys were interested as well. It was pretty crazy.

I bit my bottom lip, moving uncomfortably on my chair, hoping that distracting myself with external activities would take those dirty thoughts out of my mind.

“Is everything okay, Miss Smith? Do you have any questions on the subject?”

“N-No.” I stammered, eyes wide. “I’m okay.”

It was then that my chemistry teacher shot me a reassuring smile, which, since we’re in the subject, did not help getting the wrong thoughts out of my head. His deep voice calling me ‘Miss Smith’ wasn’t helpful either. Fuck, my entire body reacted to him and suddenly I realised I had a question indeed:

When would he lose his morals and look at someone nine years younger who happened to be his pupil?

The next thirty minutes went by really fast, like most of O'Brien’s lectures. He was a really amazing teacher, the kind that got you hooked on what he was saying, eager to learn. Therefore, it wasn’t a surprise I only came down to my senses when everyone was already leaving to their next class. However, on Thursdays I had a free period before European History class, so I didn’t have to hush out and could perfectly finish my notes. Mr. O'Brien never really cared about my presence, he would just sat at his table and grade some papers. A good, peaceful silence amidst us.

Yet, Karen Williams, also known as my best friend, wasn’t in the mood to leave me alone so I could do my stuff quietly. Matter fact, she was dying to fill me in on her date with Brett Michaels the night prior; and I swear I wanted to hear, but chemistry sort of sucked me in. I loved the subject with all my heart.

Yes, a passion entirely unrelated to the fact I had a hot teacher. I swear!

“Are you going to stay here?”

“Just a little bit longer, yeah. I’m polishing my notes.”

“Such a geek.” The brown haired girl chuckled, pulling a chair to sit next to me. “By the way, last night was incredible. He took me to-”

“Excuse me, but, uh, may I have a minute, miss Smith?” The mole speckled man interrupted my friend, earning to himself two confused gazes. “In private, preferably.”

“Fine. Would you do the kindness of waiting for me outside, Karen? Or you can go to your next class if you want.”

“Saved by the bell. Or the teacher if you will.” Her green eyes were playful when they met mine. “I’ll go, but don’t think it’s over. You’re still listening to the story.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Karen trudged outside without any further words, slammed the door shut and left me, for the first time ever since we began this semester, I must stress, completely alone with Mr. O'Brien. I mean, of course he and I had had a few conversations after the lecture hours, still, not one of them were by ourselves. Nevertheless, it wasn’t exactly the time for me to acting like a child; it isn’t like he’s going to murder me then dump my body on the ocean, right?

I sighed, swiftly dropping my blue pen and watching as the man took my friend’s seat, his knee touching the side of my thigh carelessly. His eyes were now melted honey, staring me so strongly I even lost a breath there.

In the end, my teacher’s blazing look made me feel a bit intimidated, and hot, so I scoffed, getting him to look away, clearly embarrassed to be caught gazing at me.

“What did you want to talk about, Mr. O'Brien?”

“I wanted to ask you, actually, what has been going on with you.”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I saw myself crossing my arms tightly against my chest.

“Excuse me? Why are you asking me that?”

“Well, you have always been an excellent student, but, lately, you have been a tad reckless. Coming in late, your grades dropping slightly… I wonder if you would need, or want, a tutor.”

Without me even noticing, I pulled my bottom lip to be between my teeth whilst my eyes narrowed. I knew I wasn’t at my best in the past couple of weeks, yet, it never occurred to me that I would need tutoring. Well, maybe or twice I may have had dirty dreams about him offering to teach me off-class, but never thought it would actually happen.

“Uh, there's some personal stuff going on, but it's not-”

“You’re my best student, Miss Smith, and I would love to see you blossoming in the area, which means I’m willing teach you further than our foretold hours. Be here at five, tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to. I can-”

“It’s not a bother, as I said, you’re really good at it. I just want to help you get straightened out.”

“Oh, okay, then, if you insist. So, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

He smiled at me gently, nodding, and patted my knee, erupting a series goosebumps to crawl over my skin. Then, the brown haired man licked his lips, stood up and went to his desk while I quickly threw my stuff back into my bag, leaving the place in hopes he hadn’t seen the flush that spread across my cheeks.

Stepping outside, I noticed that Karen had already left to her Biology class, because I probably took longer than I should have talking to him. Nonetheless, a huge fuck to that, for I needed to vent with someone about the fact my extremely hot teacher had just invited me to a private class. Not that anything was going happen, hell, he was just being nice, but still… I was nervous.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Lord help me get through this day, otherwise I think I might experience spontaneous combustion and blow myself up.

“No way!”

Karen was sitting on one corner of my bed, a thick notebook lying on her lap and a pencil marking the page where our homework was. However, neither of us was actually studying. Instead we were shamefully gossipping, mostly letting one another updated on the newest things happening. God, I loved our chats.

The girl babbled to me about her wonderful date, how Brett was marvellous etc, etc. Part of the time things were so adorably sweet I felt like throwing up. I was definitely not one of those girls who is into cheesy, romantic stuff. On the other hand, the thought of being alone with Mr. O'Brien had been chewing my brain. I needed to tell someone, therefore, my friend was now staring at me completely stunned, her eyes wide and mouth parted.

“Yes, and the worst is I can't help but be nervous.”

“Why are you nervous? Do you think he’s into you?”

“No!” I exclaimed, shaking my head effusively. “He’s my teacher. It’s wrong!”

“Which means you want it.” A smug grin pulled the corners of her lips. “I’m not judging, Mr. O'Brien is really hot.”

“That’s not what I meant, you dirty hoe.” Rolling my eyes, I threw a pillow at her, causing a fit of laughter to spread across my bedroom. “But still, do you think there would be a problem if I went to the meeting?”

“Well, I’d keep my eyes peeled, because he’s obviously into you, but I think we had that established.”

“He’s not into me.”

“Of course he is!” Williams shrugged, opening her book one more time. “This is perfect and I really think you should go forward. What do you have to lose?”

“‘What do I have to lose’, are you serious?” A small huff slipped past my lips. “I have my future scholarship to lose. Plus, he could get fired. I could get expelled. A lot of things could go wrong if anything happened between us.”

“Don’t be such a pessimist.” She mumbled, giving me a comforting smile. “That is only if you two get caught.”

“Why am I still friend’s with you again?”

“Because I am an extraordinary friend.” Karen joked, another chuckle leaving her throat. “I’m just kidding, you know it. But I bet Mr. McHottie will be disappointed.”

“Shut up, Karen!”

We exchanged a couple of more laughs then returned to our school duties, a silence hovering over our heads whilst a soft jazz music played in the background. Still, no matter how hard I tried to focus on the calculus exercise I needed to get done, the image of his liquid honey eyes refused to leave. Almost as if it was etched to my brain, haunting my thoughts.

Any normal person would not be fantasizing about their teacher when all he has done was be a nice pea and help out. However, I, apparently, am not normal, because the more I thought about, the more excited I got to be with him alone.

Damn, I really needed to get a grip on myself, if not, I would probably end up ruining everything in my life.

[theloveablesociopath]

Whisper Your Love Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: As a hydra agent, you where the last person Bucky expected to be kind to him, but during the days of him being locked away as the winter solider, you where a Flower among the graves.

Warnings: Fluff?, Swearing.

(You can pretty much assume that if a hydra agent is speaking, or Bucky is speaking to a hydra operative, that they are speaking Russian. In Bucky’s head though it’s all going to be understood anyway so I didn’t think running the risk of miss translations, where needed.)

Word Count: 1,702

The night (y/n) gave me the notebook and pencils, I started writing. I’m not sure why I didn’t think of the idea before, possibly because I had no access to these types of items, but I can truly see it being a way of holding on to information.

I started with what I knew now, what I could remember from these last couple of months, knowing at any time they could be ripped from my hands. The first things I wrote where my encounters with her, adding certain notes to myself to make sure I remembered the curve of her face, or the radiance of her eye color, just in case I never got the chance to see her again. By the time I had outlined the details of our meetings, and described every feature of her, I had taken up nearly 7 pages. I’m desperate, to force her face into my memory, so I may never forget the concept of kindness.

Two days after that night, I was again in my room- which was more or less a containment cell- writing down bits and pieces of my day in the bind pages of the notebook.

When I heard shuffling outside my door, I nearly dropped the items in my hands as I scrambled to put them beneath my mattress. My handler walked in, baring his chest as if to show his authority and folding his hands behind his back in a patient stance.  I rose from my bed, standing alert and ready as he began to speak.

“Solider, we have a mission for you.” His eyes where set in a stern gaze, watching as I nodded my head ever so slightly, looking ahead at the wall.

“Move out” He commanded, having his team of other agents walk after us as he led me out of the door and down the hall.

“Simple detain and eliminate field mission, detain one, eliminate the other.” He informed me as he walked down the hall and into the elevator. “There is no negotiating on this mission, if you fail to eliminate the second target; the mission becomes futile, am I understood?”  

I did nothing but look down at him with narrowed, emotionless eyes and nod my head.

“Good” he stated, shoving a file to my chest as he exited the elevator, and walked out to a gun rack on the side of a wall. He picked up a M40 rifle and pushed it into my hands. “Hail Hydra” he praised, looking up at me sternly then walking away back to the elevator.

I took no time to relax as I made my way down the hall and out the door to the helicopter pad.

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I threw the handcuffed man in front of me, looking up at my handler as he nodded approvingly at my work.

It wasn’t hard to understand what happened now, despite my filthy blood stained body, I was directed to the lab for a checkup on my arm.

Typically this was how it went. I would go on a mission, return with whatever it was I needed to get, or I would give a mission report when an assignment was under different circumstances. Then they would have their top scientist look at my arm, lead me back to my room, and then remove me bright and early to train.

Aside from when missions where under way, I had slight freedom to move about the facility. Granted, the only places I even could go were the cafeteria, training room and my cell, but even so it was better than nothing.

When the scientist finished with my arm, they once again dragged me to my room and locked me there for the night, always keeping me in check the hours after a mission.

Before I passed out from exhaustion, I made it a point to write down the details of the mission in my notebook. Although it was something I’d rather not remember, even when I felt completely indifferent towards it, I somehow felt that I needed to put it in.

In the morning, I was able to take a shower, before I headed down towards the cafeteria for breakfast. I finally got to wash the dried blood and dirt from my skin, and after I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Like somehow I was also washing away the dense sense of guilt that had for some reason formed over my head.

After my shower timer had turned off the heavy flow of lukewarm water, I got dressed in the black v necked t-shirt they had given me, and slipped on my black cargo pants and belt over my legs. When I had finished lacing up my combat books I started to head down to the cafeteria.

Upon my arrival I saw roughly 20 other agents either sitting down or piling food on their plates. I began to make my way to the front, watching as agents moved out of the way in cautious fearful scurries.

I had gotten the protein bar and cup of raw eggs that my dietician had given me and made my way to sit down at the far end of a table that stood in the corner of the room.  I watched as faces blurred my vision, some familiar but certainly not important, that is, until she morphed with in my view.

She was glancing around for a table as she held a tray in her hands, weary eyes and a turned down mouth crafted her beautifully sculpted face. As she turned her gaze in my direction I quickly looked down at my table, hoping she hadn’t caught my lingering gaze. Whether or not she did is still a mystery to me, but I know she definitely saw me, because she began to walk in my direction, and stand above me.

My shoulders where slightly hunched as I lifted my gaze up to her. “May I sit here?” she asked, in the most polite way she could.  I gave her a small nod, trying to pretend as if I had to think twice about wanting her presence.

“Well good morning” she greeted as she plopped herself down in the chair in front of me and gave me a warm smile.

I straightened my posture, almost certain that I looked like a grumpy old man with the way my back was arched and my hair was thrown into my face.

A part of me wanted to answer her. To utter a simple ‘good morning’ back to her and see her smile grow wider. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do so. Instead I gave a small nod and continued to shift my gaze from her to the table and back to her again.

“Is that what you eat every morning?” she asked, pointing to the protein bar in my hand, her nose crinkled in curiosity.

“Not always.” I let the words escape from my mouth, and I half expected her to turn away at my gruff, deep voice, because it sounded so much angrier then I had intended.

She seemed to take it well though, because after a few seconds of glancing from my eyes to the food in my hand, she smiled and looked down at her plate. Without saying a word, she lifted a small saucer of freshly cut fruit from her tray and slid it in front of me, holding a fork out for me to grab.

My eyes visibly crinkled in confusion, but she just nudged the fork closer to me, until I took it gently from her hands. “The most important meal of the day should be enjoyed.” She said softly, her eyes reflecting her soft smile as she looked at me, and began to eat the rest of the food on her plate

I managed to mumble out a ��thank you” as I slowly pressed the fork into a square of cantaloupe and brought it to my lips. I felt my body visibly relax as I let the sweet, watery flavor of the fruit dance around my tongue, a stark contrast to the gravel tasting bar I had started with.

I hadn’t realized that my eyes had closed in bliss, until the over head com rung out a command for all agents on B level terms to report to the training room.  When I opened them again, I saw her shove one last bite in her mouth before grabbing her tray and standing.

“Goodbye Winter” she said softly, giving me that final soft and sweet smile as she began to walk towards the door, putting up her tray and plate on the way.

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The next day I was ripped from my room in the short hours of morning, or at least I assumed it was morning due to the empty halls and groggy night shift guards.  I’m not exactly sure what was happening, I was dragged out of bed so quickly that my eyes had barely had time to adjust to the bright hallway lights. Naturally they didn’t tell me what was happening, just giving subtle hints with the way my handler yelled at them to bring me different ways.

I was putting a lot of my weight on the man to my left, not fully understanding why I was so lifeless when I typically could jump out of bed alert at any hour. Instead it was as if I was half dead, and out of pure curiosity I glanced down at my flesh arm, noticing the small needle mark in the crease of my forearm. They drugged me.

When I heard them open a door in front of me, and I saw the chair in the middle of the room, I understood why. I didn’t fight it though, I used to, I can remember that much of my past to know that I typically gave some sort of struggle, but I feel content with it now. Because I can’t stop it, I know that I can’t, but now there was that slight hope that was burrowed in my chest, that no matter what I forget, I’ll find that notebook, and I’ll remember, I’ll remember her. 

(( i thought since some people requested it from the last chapter, i would tag those who voted for this to become a series I'm new at this whole tag thing so ill just tag y'all in this chapter, sorry if you didn't want to be tagged ))

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