#wow life is so great can you imagine living in the luxury i'm living in

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5 Happy Things

June 13, 2024

instant ramen :) hehe

tonight's music class was so good we watched clips from double indemnity AND robin hood (1938) AND the lost weekend!! we stay winning!!

today's poc lit class was the Chinese diaspora class let's goooo

i'm gonna sleep in a bed that i'm used to sleeping in and that's my bed for me to sleep in most nights, isn't that wonderful and crazy and so so delightful? i love having a bed in a room that's considered mine

lightning today was far off so i couldn't hear the thunder but occasionally i'd see the sky turn white or pink or yellow, just glowing in the distant sky. the world is beyond comprehension or description in its beauty

[iznsfw]

Wow I found another great writer, nice to meet you. You have a good imagination love your story XD

Btw do you mind to write about ntr genre? Like Eunbi make a reader cheating with his couple because eunbi so irresistible and make a reader cheating. Thanks

Oh and make titjobs for her if you write eunbi story again

Boyfriend of the Year

IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

Categories: cheating, hotel_owner!Eunbi, girlfriend!Yena, mommy kink

Hope this is what you're looking for. Thank you for the kind words too :)

"You do know that it's okay if you want to go take that interview someday else, right? You don't have to rush things."

Sweet, sweet Yena. She has always been so thoughtful. You will never know how you ended up with such a sweet pretty girl who deserves so much more.

You wonder how she bears with you sometimes.

You smile up at her before taking her small hand in yours and kissing the smooth palm. "I'll be fine, Yena. It's time to take that interview. I really feel like that it's the one."

"You've got the degree for it," she says cheerfully. "They like it when you got a degree in hospitality for managers."

"Yeah, I know. But what if I don't have like … the skill for it? You know what I mean?"

Yena cups your face and squeezes your cheeks. "And that's why you can take the interview another day if you're not confident yet!" she singsongs.

A healthy smothering of kisses goes your way. Her ducky lips keep meeting your face, every inch kissed and kissed and kissed.

You giggle. You have always felt loved by Yena since she is so open about it. She loves kissing and hugging you till your face is stained with her pink lipstick, and she also enjoys the small little moments when you two would take your love into the bedroom.

You smile just thinking about it. Yena has the most perfect body: cute tits that look small yet protrude against your face when freed from the bras, and a slim healthy figure that she is very proud of. Now, combine that with a sweet and loving girl and you get Choi Yena as the answer.

She leans down to kiss your nose. "Also, if it doesn't work out," she offers, "I have another guy who's willing to accept you immediately, remember?"

You chuckle at your girlfriend's cartoonish antics. You lean up to reciprocate the kiss, then pinch one of her plump cheeks.

"I just want a challenge," you explain. "I can't just keep living life easy. It isn't like that."

You don't want to get something you haven't worked for; you want to finally achieve something difficult to get for once. Not everything is going to be given to you with gold spoons and forks; you have to actually work hard for this.

So far, you've tried to get three different jobs and you failed. You're not angry; you knew what you were getting into and are willing to improve. But you are a little frustrated.

Frustration is what's going to drive you to get this job. You swear all your troubles will end with this.

"Well, alright. But just so you know, if it doesn't work out, you can always tell me. We'll work it out together, okay?"

Do you even deserve Yena?

You pull her into your lap and wrap your arms around her small figure. You are not good with words; you've never been, so you try to speak through this tender embrace.

You hope that, despite not saying anything, Yena knows you love her just as much she loves you—probably even more—and that you would never leave her. Ever.

±

You're totally convinced you would ace this interview.

Reasons? Alright, you'll lay them out one by one.

First off, you've already consulted your friends about this. You have thought about their opinions and kept their advice in mind. In fact, it was your friend Irene who told you about this vacant space at the Kwon Hotel.

"It's a very popular luxury hotel," she had told you. "I'm serious. Big names like Mariah Carey and Beyoncé choose to stay there when they have concerts here in Korea. It's that good."

That's where the second reason goes in: it's a luxury hotel. You've worked in those before, and have gotten paid very well. Another one wouldn't hurt. And if Beyoncé would choose it, it would surely be the best.

Three: you have weighed the pros and cons. You have listed them all down and thought extensively about them.

One of the cons is that the Kwon Hotel is a little far from your apartment with Yena. Yena wouldn't like that, but she would also be very supportive of you. She knows how much you've wanted to pursue something that isn't given to you just because of connections and money.

The pros outweigh the cons. There are just so many of them: good wages, a free suite once you've proven your worth around in there, and free food. Who wouldn't want that? That's the dream for anyone.

And you intend to bring that dream to life.

After the taxi drives you the 2-hour ride to the Kwon Hotel, you pay the driver and open the door to step out.

Oh, boy. You would've fallen back into incoming traffic if you did not hold yourself back.

You've seen the pictures of the hotel in the e-mail they sent you, but the camera fails to capture how beautiful the hotel really is to the human eye.

Your jaw drops to the floor. The hotel is twenty to fifty stories tall, higher than the buildings surrounding you in this urban city. The walls are a creamy white color, and trees stand on the sidewalk that lead to the front steps. On the highest floor, there is a beautiful rooftop dinery that the sun is bright upon, and old rich men in designer suits and young women in luxurious clothes scurry all about the hallways.

Holy fuck, you say to yourself. You better ace this interview.

You feel a little small in your basic black suit and tie, but you tell yourself that if you do this right, you might be able to take Yena here.

You enter the building. Once you get in, you see how the inside interior is even more beautiful than the outside. The marble floor is smooth against your leather shoes, and cold air-conditioning makes the hairs on yout neck stand.

You walk to the counter. Behind it is a young man in formal uniform who greets you politely and asks you if you'd like to book a room. He introduces you to the extremely high prices that make your eyes wider with every price.

"U-Uh, no, I'm not here to book a room," you clarify. Thankfully, you add in the back of your mind. "I'm actually here for my interview."

"Great. Ms. Kwon is waiting for you."

"Wait, you're not the one who's gonna . . . you know, interview me?"

The man shakes his head. "No. Ms. Kwon likes to do the interviews herself. She is waiting for you at the rooftop."

A sudden chill of fear attacks your spine. No one has prepared you for the idea of meeting up with the CEO her-fucking-self.

No no no no no no. This is not going to go well. You—a mere little boy looking for a job—being interviewed by the Ms. Kwon? You're going to fail!

But you remember you have asked for this. You wanted a difficult thing to accomplish, and now it is given to you. Why are you even complaining.

Throat tight, you nod stiffly. "Please lead the way."

±

You try to relate yourself to the elevator; it is going through a lot of ups and downs at the moment.

You try to chuckle at your own joke, but you are too nervous to. Fear rushes through your veins at just the thought of being judged and weighed by such an established figure.

Everyone knows Kwon Eunbi. She's known for her hotel (of course), and the many successful establishments she's built at just the tender age of 26. She built the school near your home for richer kids. She has a restaurant in this hotel and a mansion in Beverly Hills.

And you? You're a wimp in an overpriced broken-down apartment.

Seriously, what do you have to be in this hotel? Your confidence starts to break into pieces.

As several people hop in and out of the elevator, your stomach becomes tight with how nervous you're feeling. Sweat rolls down the sides of your face. You quickly pat them away with the white cloth you brought.

"We're here."

You almost fall onto the floor.

The man behind the counter (who you've learned is Ben) gestures a hand toeards the opening elevator doors.

"Thank you," you mutter.

You speed-walk to the opening. You hear the elevator doors shut behind you.

No looking back now.

Okay, you're at the highest floor of the highest-rated hotel in Korea with one of the highest figures. Great.

The rooftop scenery is beautiful. Metal chairs of different colors are placed on each side of several round tables. Some of the tables hold up umbrellas to shield from the sun.

The sky is blue above you. You swear you could almost touch it.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

You snap out of your trance. You have been so immersed into the scenery that you have failed to see the CEO herself.

You have to purse your lips to prevent your jaw from dropping.

"Miss—Miss Kwon."

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say Kwon Eunbi's prettiness makes the fine hotel blush in shame.

She leans against the wooden porch of the rooftop with her observant gaze locked onto you. You feel tiny though you are taller than her.

"You're late."

Your throat becomes tighter, as if her words tie an invisible rope around it. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I came here on time but the elevators were busy."

Just her presence makes you intimidated. Besides from her pretty face, she obviously has good fashion taste. Her dark hair and skirt contrast the creamy white top she wears. The slightly transparent sleeves of the top offer a good view of her firm lithe arms.

She knows what looks good on her.

She makes a small smile. Or is it a smirk? You have no idea; all you know is that she's pretty.

Prettier than Yena?

The voice in your mind is daring. You squeeze your hand into a fist in order to punch it out, but the CEO speaks before you could.

"I see," she says. The smirk on her face grows bigger. "Not a good start to an interview, no?"

You swallow. Your toes curl inside your shoes. "No, ma'am."

"That's alright. I presume you have your resume with you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Give."

Your legs wobble as you walk towards her. You hand her the blue folder.

Her hands look strong, you think to yourself. They hold onto the folder firmly as she flips it open.

Silence hangs in the air for a long time.

"Tell me, mister . . . " She raises an eyebrow at you. "Which hotels have you worked in before?"

"I have worked for Ms. Bae Irene and Ms. Kim Jisoo."

"I see. They have told me good things about you."

Your ears perk up. "R-Really?"

You hope that whatever they've told Eunbi is good. Because if they've told her other things . . .

"They tell me . . . you've taken care of them very well."

You swallow roughly.

It's okay to have your own fair share of secrets, right? That even Yena doesn't know?

Right?

Eunbi smiles wider. "Are they correct?"

"Ms. Kwon, I can—"

"Calm down, I won't say anything."

You don't know if what she said has made you calmer or even more afraid.

Suddenly, Eunbi's hand is firm around your tie. She tugs you close, you almost choking and falling to the floor.

You could feel your ears get hot. Eunbi's gorgeous face is only a kiss away from yours. Her hand squeezes at the knot of your tie just for the purpose of seeing you choke.

"But it's so hard not to say anything, isn't it?" she asks you in a pitiful voice. Her other hand quickly unzips your pants. She reaches in and pulls out your hardening cock. "So hard not to brag about such good dick."

You have a girlfriend, you have a girlfriend. The phrase runs over and over in your mind. But if you are to be frank, the thought of Yena has not entered into your mind as frequently when you saw Eunbi.

And you've done this many times before. The last one was Jisoo, and that was over two years ago. You've tried to hold back your temptations ever since because you know what you're doing is wrong.

But who can resist when Kwon Eunbi—the Kwon Eunbi—has her hand around your cock, jerking it off quickly, and another hand around your tie?

Everything erases itself from your brain. You forget about Yena, and the challenges you've wanted to achieve. You even forget why you're here in the first place.

You slam Eunbi against the nearest wall. She giggles, a leg wrapping around your waist. She places her hand on your neck and pulls you even closer. Her breath is hot against your ear.

"Don't you just want to knead my tits?" she whispers. Each whisper is like an urge from the devil. "Squeeze them till they're sore and sensitive as long as you like?"

You nod. She has certainly read your mind all this while.

"Then do it." She stops jacking you off, wrapping her hand around yours and placing your hand on her breast. A pleading look writes itself on her gorgeous face; the tough aura she has been trying to keep up is fading away. "Please. For Mommy."

Fuck.

You pull up the hem of the soft top she is wearing. Her tits are even larger without the restriction of the top, only held back by a white bra. You tear it off and do as Eunbi pleads, squeezing them with one hand firmly till the CEO lets out a shuddering moan.

You place your other hand under the thigh of the leg she has wrapped around you and thrust forward.

"Ah!" Eunbi yelps, clenching tightly around your length. Her eyes close as she pants heavily. "How did . . . ah fuck, how'd you know I wasn't wearing panties?"

You smile. "I may have taken a peek."

Fuck, she was soaked. And extremely tight. You deliver another harsh thrust into her hole till your tip touches her cervix. She gasps, holding onto your shoulder till her nails dig into your skin. You feel more rushes of wetness on your dick.

Using your grip on her creamy thigh as leverage, you fuck into her with a quick, merciless pace. Eunbi has to slap a hand against her mouth to muffle her loud, whiny moans. Her head falls back and slams against the wall as you shove your hips forwards and backwards even faster.

Her large tits bounce up and down with every thrust. You still can't believe how strong that bra must be to have carried them. Maybe, you wish, for your next life, you could be Eunbi's bra.

"You're so tight, Mommy." You wish you have said that clearly enough amidst your groans.

What you said isn't far from a fact. Eunbi is whimpering, obviously not used to the size. But she never tells you to stop; if anything, she's asking for more. Her babbles are incoherent, yet you hear pleads for more.

You give it to her. Fuck her despite the constricting yet delicious tightness, her arousal wetting your dick and fuelling each thrust. Her "ah! Ah! Ah!"'s send more blood to your dick, and you keep pistoning up into her.

"Ah…" Another heavy sigh from Eunbi. Then words mentioned with difficulty. "You stretch Mommy so…well. Oh my god. Oh—!"

Her body spasms violently against yours, her hips thrusting back into you, as she cums onto your cock. You see her throw her head back and her eyes squeeze shut as waves of pleasure run through her sensitive body.

She whines loudly as you fuck her through her orgasm. Her walls squeeze you ever so tight, and you would've blown if it weren't for you holding it back with all the strength in your body.

You slow your thrusts. Eunbi pants for a while, hips still involuntarily reciprocating the thrusts while she tries to recover from her intense orgasm.

After a short while, she smiles.

"You fucked Mommy so well," she says in labored breaths. Her smile is wide. "Let her return the favor, no?"

You nod shakily.

"Good boy," she cooes. She pushes you back into one of the metal seats, straddling you while your dick is still snug inside her.

She gives it one last grind just to make you groan. Seeing your pleasured face makes her giggle, naught lacing her laughs.

"Hmmm," she pretends to think, cutely tapping her chin, "although I'd love to feel your dick inside me . . ."

She removes herself from your lap. Her legs shaking, she falls to her knees in between your own legs.

She curls her hand around the bottom of her white top and pulls it up again. You say hello once more to her large boobs.

She places both her hands on each one and sets them on your lap, inserting your erection in between them.

" . . . Wouldn't you like to fuck my tits instead?"

Yes.

She squeezes her mounds together, looking up at you expectantly.

That is all you needed to see for you to fuck them wildly. Her boobs are like soft pillows hugging your dick. The wetness slathers her chest, making it easier for you to thrust up into them. She rubs her breasts around your dick, attempting to help you reach climax.

Groan after groan leaves your mouth. Her boobs are so incredibly soft and warm. They rub every vein and nerve on your cock deliciously.

Each thrust into them. leads you to orgasm. Loud sounds of your hips slapping against her tits will surely arouse curiosity from the strangers walking down the busy streets, and probably even the people staying in Eunbi's hotel. They might even be watching now.

But if they are, you are sure to give them a good show. You let whoever is watching see spurts of cum release from your dick and onto Eunbi's pretty face. She closes her eyes tightly, allowing them to land on her cheeks. More ropes of cum fall onto her breasts and onto her sharp collarbone.

The CEO dips her finger onto the puddles of cum sitting on her chest, and puts it in her mouth. "Mmm. Yummy."

Wait, what? The CEO?

All rationality and common sense rush back in your mind. They seem to have been drained when you fucked her.

Fucked her?

Everything weighs into you at once.

Oh my god.

You just fucked Kwon Eunbi. The Kwon Eunbi. The CEO of the hotel you're applying a job for.

"I knew it!"

The elevator doors open. Yena comes rushing in, two men in suits behind her trying to hold her back.

Yena?

Wait, you have a girlfriend.

Eunbi quickly stands up, pulling her shirt back down. She obviously doesn't know what's going on; confusion is written on her face. (And cum).

You stand up after Eunbi does, quickly zipping your pants up. But it is too late. Yena has seen everything.

"Yena, please, I can expl—"

"Who is this girl?" Eunbi asks the men, interrupting your words. For a girl still with cum on her face, she seems very formal. "Why is she here?"

One of the men try to speak up. "Ms. Kwon, she said she was—"

"'Girl'?" Yena shrieks. Now it's the guard's turn to be cut off. Her face is sweaty, and her voice is hoarse yet loud. "I'm his girlfriend, you dumb bitch! And you!"

Yena points to you. You hold your hands up in genuine fear. You and she have gone through your own relationship problems, but you have never seen her this angry before.

"I trusted you! I even drove all the way here to greet you with flowers and balloons after your interview, but then I find this!"

Yena raises a white bra high in the air for everyone to see. In horror, you recognize it as Eunbi's bra you have discarded during your little fiasco with her.

"Yeah, that's right," Yena shouts at you. Tears flow down her eyes. "This fucking landed on me while I was entering. And I had my doubts but .... "

She throws the bra at you. You dodge it, but your leg hooks around the foot of the metal chair. You fall to the ground like an idiot, the crash of the chair and yourself heard and seen by everyone.

Yena begins to sob loudly. She collapses on the floor. The guards catch her, but the little weight she has brings them down with her. Her hands cover her teary face.

"We're over!" she yells through her tears. "Over! You hear me?"

"Guards, please take Ms. Yena here to my office," Eunbi orders. "We'll settle this later."

The guards nod. One of them scoops up the crying Yena in their muscled arms and brings her away from you and Eunbi.

You are still on the ground. You think you've broken your leg or something; you could barely move it.

But you deserve this, you say to yourself sadly. You deserve this. The loss of your girlfriend and the agony of the broken leg. All of it. You're the asshole who's cheated on her thrice, the third time being with Eunbi, to whom you've never mentioned a girlfriend.

You deserve this.

But it still hurts.

You look up at Eunbi weakly. Her face is still confused. She has no idea what has happened.

She catches you looking at her. She returns the stare.

"And the job?" you ask her.

Eunbi smiles. "Thanks for the good fuck. You're fired."

[rewrite-canon]

Fifteen Minutes

Monster Prom // No Pairings // 2609 Words // Lyrics by Mike Krol

“What if I told you that the world was gonna end? And you had fifteen minutes to spend with me or your friends?” Vicky sings, bobbing her head to the tune that seemed to be playing in her head.

“What lame shit are you singing now?” Damien demanded, flicking a finger at her.

“None of your business,” Vicky bristled. “Why do you care anyway?”

I sucked in a breath. Vicky was really pushing it now. I think she is the only one with balls low enough to question Damien. Besides me, obviously. Well, Vera and Brian were plenty badass for it too. But only because Vera had enough brain cells to manipulate the way she said it that it looked like she wasn’t confronting him, and also because Brian gave no fucks whatsoever about Damien’s chaotic behaviour. Even now, I shudder to think of some of the arguments Damien and Brian had had.

And speaking of the devil and his green mates, they were huddled together in a manner that only meant no good. Now, Damien had swivelled around to face Vicky, a sneer on his face. I was sure his eyes would flare in rage at her question (they were always somewhat flared with rage), but instead they narrowed and Damien just frowned.

“Because you're distracting me, Brian and Vera from devising a plan to ransack the new substitute’s office with horny epileptics from hell for when he starts looking at our attendance records,” Damien said, gesturing to Brian, who had looked up blankly, and Vera, who was wearing her trademark scowl.

I should've known. Damien had always had a weird soft spot for Vicky (and Oz and Scott, but everybody had a soft spot for Oz and Scott).

“And steal his things,” Vera added. “I heard ghouls were filthy rich.”

“Great,” Brian rolled his eyes sarcastically at her. “So you're just going to waltz into Mr Devido’s office whilst he's being assaulted by epileptic demons and take your time picking and choosing what's valuable enough for your standards, unaware? Great plan, Vera. I thought you were supposed to be a grand schemer.”

Meanwhile, Vicky went back to humming her little tune. Miranda, who was in the middle of braiding Liam’s hair as he was browsing his phone (a seemingly pure act, if you ignored the fact that he was reading erotic gay smut and she kept rambling on her father’s new murderous conquests), looked up at her and smiled warmly. She soon picked up the few words Vicky sang, and began to sing it too, Liam then unconsciously murmuring them too after a while.

“I am, you ungrateful toad,” Vera snapped in the meantime. “Would you be paying attention to anything else around you if you were being grinded on by demons having seizures?”

Brian seemed to mull it over, then he said, “You’ve got a point.”

Polly, who had her head laid in Oz’s lap (poor Oz was trying to do homework, and ignore the heinous acts his friends were planning to commit) and her feet were resting in Scott’s lap (Scott was just chewing on a football, only to stop, look up, and smile adorably at everybody) and was complaining loudly at how bored and sober she was, and how she hadn't got completely wasted in seven hours.

“Seven hours!” She cried out, either to Oz or Scott, but it might as well of been no one, because no one was really listening. “That's the longest I've ever been without drugs and adrenaline coursing through my undead body! Can you imagine? And it's because I'm hanging out with you borings fuckheads. I mean, I'm literally in the lap of somebody doing fucking homework. I haven't even said the word ‘homework’ in centuries. And I'm not even on Oz’s lap in a sexual way so what even is the fucking point–?”

“–And you had fifteen minutes to spend with me or your friends?”

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“What the fuck are you singing?!” Damien roared at Liam, who jerked in alarm, Miranda, who just grinned evilly, and Vicky, who just rolled her eyes at his drama. “It’s going to make me go insane!”

“More insane than you already are?” I prompted, not being able to help myself.

Damien’s scorching eyes turned to me, and I snickered. He’s so easy to piss off.

“Amira,” he growled at me, “tell Vicky and company to shut the fuck up. They respect you for some reason.”

“It’s because she has really fucking good music taste,” Polly answered for Damien. “Like, it’s seriously good.”

Everyone collectively nodded, and I blushed.

“Wow guys,” I said, feeling this was a good time to talk about Rex Orange County’s new album, “it’s not that–”

“What would you guys do if you had fifteen minutes left in life?” Scott blurted, a troubled (yet absolutely adorable) expression on his face.

“I'd probably try to fuck up the world even more,” Polly said immediately, grinning at the thought. “I think I'd try to burn down everything, spray some secret concoction to get people incredibly horny, watch them get at it as they're burning to death, and I plan to do this all while riding a donkey casually.”

“To be honest, I'd probably try to finish this first and foremost,” Liam said, holding up his phone. Then he smiled goofily. “This shit is good.”

“Would you spend it with me and friends?” Scott said, wide-eyed.

Polly and Liam looked at him, at his vulnerable face, and I knew what they were going to say before they said it.

“Of course!” Polly said enthusiastically. “Yeah, doing all that with you guys would make it even more rad!”

“Yeah,” Liam added, but then blushed in that cute, shy way. “But I don’t know how much you guys would love reading this with me.”

“I’d love doing everything with you both,” Scott grinned, his mood instantly picking up, as Polly choked at the statement. He then turned to look at Damien and Oz.

“How about you two?” Scott queried, and I laughed a bit about how Damien’s face scrunched up as he started to think about. No doubt he was using his maximum brain power.

“To be honest, I’m probably the one who is ending the world,” Damien remarked, and everyone started to nod their heads in agreement. “So, sorry about that in advance.”

“I’d probably have to finish this Monsters' History homework first,” Oz said, gesturing awkwardly at his essay he was writing out, “and then I’d probably straighten up all my debts and then–”

“Oh my Satan, Oz, shut it,” Damien said, massaging his temples, as if Oz’s statement caused him physical harm. “It makes me sad, that you would say that. And it also makes me impeccably annoyed with you. And now I feel hostile.”

“When do you not feel hostile, though?” Vicky and I said at the same time, and then we grin at each other and high five.

Damien glared at us, whilst Oz is quick to defuse the fire.

“Well, sorry Damien, but I'm just being honest,” he said quickly, drawing Damien’s attention to him (which is kinda ballsy, if I do say so myself). “But what I do know,” Oz continued bravely, under Damien's smouldering gaze, “is that I wouldn't mind ending the world with you, Damien.”

It's hilarious, seeing Damien’s naturally red face get even redder, and to see Oz realise what he just said and sputter innocently. Vera, however, is not pleased.

“Oh,” she said, sniffing in jealous offence (that takes me all the willpower I possessed not to burst into giggling fits, and I could see I wasn't the only one struggling there, because Polly was just barely keeping it down), “I see how it is. You would destroy the world with Damien, but not with me, Oz?”

“What? No! Of course I would want to do everything with you–” and then Oz’s voice died and Polly finally lost it, which made me burst as well, and the next thing you know Vicky was also giggling along with us. Even Brian seemed to be smirking.

Vera glared at us, which made Vicky and me shut up, and Brian just lost his amused expression naturally, but Polly was undeterred.

“For the record,” Damien said in a weird, insecure, shy tone that made him sound like an entirely different person. “I don't, you know, mind doing homework or whatever nerdy stuff with you, Oz.”

And now Brian was the one sputtering.

“Oh you fucking snot,” he spat, and both Damien and Oz flinched before they could get any more flustered (watching those two try to interact and connect was the funniest shit ever, everyone agreed). “So when I asked for you to hang out with me when I was doing my homework, do you remember what you told me? You told me to get fucked!”

Was it just me, or did Brian genuinely sound hurt? It must've not only been me, because Scott started to pout and put a gentle (albeit big and hairy) hand on Brian’s shoulder, which at least made Brian relax at his touch a bit (if anyone had the power of friendship at their fingertips, it was Scott). Even Liam looked up, vaguely distraught.

“That was only because you had Liam and Miranda over,” Damien, sniffing indignantly. “And if I went, I knew you wouldn't stop making heart eyes at Miranda, so I blew it off to commit tax fraud with Amira. But if you really wanted me to come, then you should've just, you should've just–”

Damien looked at a loss.

“Told him how you really felt?” Vicky prompted, and Damien snapped his fingers.

“Yes!” He exclaimed. “That.”

“What would you do then, Brian and Vera? If you had fifteen minutes?” Miranda asked this time, her eyes shining with curiosity.

“Spend all the millions I’ve earned to hire a gang and assassinate anyone who had ever crossed me,” Vera said without hesitating. “Then, I shall have them skinned and made into fabulous purses. And then I will sell those purses to earn me even more money, and use that to buy us all really expensive, furnished mansions, with servants and multicultural cuisines and everything, so we can live the rest of our lives in absolute luxury.”

Awww. That was actually quite adorable. Vera cares about our lifestyles too!

“And you plan to do this all in fifteen minutes?” Liam asked, deadpan.

“You'd be surprised at how efficient I am,” Vera sniffed, but I didn't think I'd actually be that surprised.

“Definitely not hang out with Damien,” Brian sniffed sourly after Vera had shared. “I guess try to finish off ransacking the new substitute’s office with horny epileptics with Vera. And then, I don't know. Relax and await my death.”

“Well, that's fucking depressing,” Polly murmured to me. “And I didn't know I was capable of getting depressed.”

I snorted. Was she still astounded about how somber Brian was?

“Wouldn't you still have to hang out with Damien to continue your plan with the horny epileptics, though?” Liam asked.

“Well, yeah, fine,” Brian said, not making eye contact with his demon friend (who was trying to make eye contact with him, and honestly, it was shocking how much Brian and Damien got into their own squabbles). “But I don't have to talk to him. That can be Vera’s job.”

“I'm not being your owl!” Vera hissed at him, and she actually hissed. Her small green snakes on her head did too, showing how much she detested the idea.

“What if you were paid?” Miranda queried, probably just out of curiosity, but Vera’s hissing ceased immediately.

Before Vera could discuss any specifics, Vicky butted in.

“I’ve thought about this one,” she said smugly, and no one was surprised. Number one, Vicky had thought about scenarios for everything. And number two, she probably would've thought of this before if she knew the song beforehand. “I would make it my life's goal to find the tastiest flavour of ice cream in all the dimensions! And once I find that ice cream, I will use a device that I would have Calculester make me, that clones the ice cream! And then I will bring all the ice cream back to this dimension and invite all of you guys over and we can eat the ice cream together!”

Everyone seemed to enjoy that idea, except one frowning ghost.

“Um, hello?” Polly asked, raising a hand and gesturing to herself. “Did you forget about me?”

“Of course not!” Vicky exclaimed emotionally. “Caculester is now working on a device that makes food into incorporeal substance that you can digest, Polly. Because, seriously, it breaks my heart that you can't eat. It really does.”

Polly seemed satisfied enough with that answer.

“How did you get Calculester to do that for you?” I ask.

Vicky winked. “Let's just say I turned on my unwavering charm to that library computer. And he didn't stand a chance.”

“If I had fifteen minutes left, I would want to be coronated,” Miaranda said, poshly. “I would invite you all to my coronation, of course. And then once I am mermaid queen I will throw an amazing national party for all of us to enjoy, whilst forcing my endless numbers of slaves to fight each other to the death for our entertainment! Oh, I can see it all coming together!”

Miranda’s expression turned dreamy, which was cute but also quite disturbing since she was thinking about bloodshed. Damien started to nod in approval, though. He seemed to like the idea. Bloody royals.

“I would want to take all of you to the park, where we can have a picnic, and hold hands, and give each other gifts to show how much we care for one another!” Scott said, his tail wagging happily. “And then we can sing songs and die happy with each other, knowing that we love us!”

Scott was so adorable, everyone looked misty-eyed. Vicky leapt up to wrap her arms around Scott, her affection for him seeming to be too overwhelming for her (Scott didn't complain, though). Brian was smiling, and seemed to forget about his brief argument with Damien, because now they were both grinning at each other. Liam was even beaming.

“Ew,” Vera finally said. “I can't believe you all liked that.” She pointed a finger at Scott. “Say that again and you will give me diabetes. I just hope you know that.”

But we all knew she secretly liked the sodding friendship story Scott came up with.

“What's diabetes?” Scott said, bushy eyebrows creasing.

“How about you, Amira?” Oz piped up, and all eyes were suddenly on me. “You haven't said what you would do.”

I mulled it over for a bit, but then spoke up without there being much mental contest.

“Probably make you all listen to the new Rex Orange County playlist,” I said, and Vicky and Damien sniggered.

“You're so predictable,” Vicky giggled.

“What can I say?” I shrug, breaking into a smile too. “My reputation precedes me.”

We all sit there in contented silence for a bit, just enjoying and treasuring one another.

“There's just one problem,” I said, drawing everyone's attention again. “How would we plan to do all of what we all want to do in fifteen minutes? Seems impossible.”

Brian started to smirk, and then Miranda started to smile, and soon Polly was also grinning.

“We’d figure it out,” Brian said. “I bet we would. We've already done so many impossible things in our weirdass lifetimes.”

I shared a smile with him.

“Yeah,” I said finally. “Fifteen minutes is nothing for us.”

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Author’s Note: Sorry the chapter is a little long.There’s a lot of story we have to get through and I don’t want to cut it off in an awkward place. Bare with me though! Onto the chapter! 

The two girls made it to the Olos Dormitory. It was on the opposite side of campus from where Monaedi lived, so she had never really been near it before. But she could tell by the doorman who greeted them as they entered a foyer, that was also draped in chandlers and luxury chairs, couches, and at tables with little crystal bowls with various wild nuts in them...you could say she felt out of place.

Mona’s heart rate started to pick up. She rolled her eyes at her sudden panic and let out a trembling breath. The girl looked up at her through bluish eyelashes.

“You good?” She slurred. Mona shook her head a little to clear it.

“I should be asking you that question,” she grinned as they entered the elevator. The girl pushed the button to her floor and they went up.

“I'm—” the blue haired girl started to slur out, but suddenly she gagged and put her hand over her mouth. Monaedi looked at her with concern.

“We’re almost there,” Monaedi said, “We are almost there right?”

They stopped on floor 6 of the large building and stopped in front of suite 403.

“Yeah we’re here,” the girl said gulping down whatever was in her throat. She pulled out a key card from out of her bra, which amused Monaedi, and swiped it. She opened the door and stumbled into her room, kicking her heels off in the process.

From the doorway, Monaedi looked around the dorm room. Dorm room? More like a penthouse, she thought. And it was: there was a living room with nice furniture like the ones in the lobby, a protect tv half the size of the wall equipped with a sound system and X1 gaming console, and a small bar area with a game table. In the middle of the room was the kitchen area equipped with quick oven/stove combination, sink, and fridge, and an island separating the entertainment section with what looked like the bedroom. In that corner, there was a large bed, way too big for one person, with bedding that looked so comfortable to Monaedi. She suddenly remembered how tired she was.  

“You know you can come in right?” The girl called back behind her to the door. She stumbled over to her bedroom area. Mona walked awkwardly into the room looking about.

“You sure you don't want me to take you to somewhere more comfortable? I'm pretty sure those sheets are only 800 count. You must be suffering,” She said with all the sarcasm she could muster up, but she was pretty sure she sounded more amazed.

Mona tried to look anywhere but at the girl. After a few moments, she heard heavying breathing and a slight snore. She turned around and the girl was knocked out on top of her bed. After a moment Monaedi walked over and covered her with her sheets to keep her modest. Mona yawned. She looked at her mobile to see if there were any shuttles running to take her home. There weren't. She looked at the door and back at the sleeping girl. Another yawn and Monaedi decided to take a seat on the sofa. She rested her head on the arm of the chair. This is more comfortable than my bed, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

The girl was pulled out of her deep sleep to the sound of a toilet flushing. She opened her eyes slightly. Immediately regretting it she clamped them shut. She put a hand over her face and wished herself back to sleep, but the raging throbbing in her skull wouldn't let her. She heard the faucet run. The door started to open and she sat up, expecting someone she knew...

Monaedi, carrying a cup of water and something small in the other hand, stopped mid stride when she saw the fear and confusion on the girl's face.

“Sorry, I just—I hope it's alright that I used it...And that I stayed—I should've asked, it's just there weren't any shuttles, and it was late, and I'm all the way across town—” the words coming out like a freight train derailing off the tracks.

“No, no..it's uh, that's..fine umm...” the girl replied just as shaken. She started to blank trying desperately to remember what the hell was happening and who this person was—

“Monaedi,” Mona taking a hesitant step toward the nightstand next to the bed. She put down a glass of water and a couple of pills from the other hand, “...For the headache, I assume you have.”

“Oh right, Mona,” the girl said calming down, “Thank you. I'm Theodora. Well Theo really,” she said getting a good look at the girl in front of her, “You look familiar. Did we have a class together or something?”

““Yes, we have Natural Science together—”

“Oh right!”

“Literature, and Galactic History, Arithmetic…”

“Oh, so all of them…”

“...Yeah,” Monaedi’s face flushed and she looked down at her feet to hide it. Though Theo did see. After a few moments, Mona spoke up again, “H-how are you feeling? Alright?” Theo searched for something to cover herself up with, as she was still in her underclothes. She found an old t-shirt with the university’s logo on it and threw it on.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine...um..we didn’t..you know,” she tried to insinuate. At first, Mona wasn’t sure what she was talking about. And then her face went bright red.

“NO! No, I just brought you here— you fell asleep. I—just wanted to make sure you were alright, you know after everything that happened,” she stammered out trying her damnedest to find the right words.

“Everything that happened?...Oh wow, yeah that...,” Theo put a hand to her head, “And you stayed. That’s actually very sweet of you,” she said looking up.

“Glad I could help,” Mona waved it off, and started to play with the ends of her hair. After a moment she heard a sniffle and looked up. Theodora was looking at the wall, trying to hold back tears.

“That really..sucked major balls didn’t it?” Theodora spat out between sobs.

“...Yes, I guess it did. Though, sucked major balls isn’t exactly the words I’d use, but...” Mona said shrugging. Theodora chuckled through tears. And then started to laugh heartily. Mona grinned at her laugh, “Sorry, this isn’t the time for jokes”.

“No it was perfect, thank you,” Theo said with a smile, and Mona returned it brightly. They sat in more comfortable silence, “You know what, I'm kind of glad my boyfriend flirted with another girl and making me leave that party. If anything I got to meet you.”

“He sounds like a prick,” Mona said offhandedly. And Theo, though surprised, snorts at the guy's own expense, “Not sure if I was worth what happened last night though,” Theo's smile fades.  

“It was pretty scary,” Monaedi saw the grim look on Theo’s face and chastised herself for making it happen.

“I could only imagine. I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought it up,” she sat on the bed, “But you’re okay, that’s what matters. It’s good that you stopped them… How did you stop them exactly? It was like...like nothing I’ve ever seen before?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure how I do it. It has only happened a couple times in my life. When I was young mom wanted to get rid of my dog because he peed on her carpet. I made him weightless and he floated right out the window. Luckily he came back home running to us.” Both the girl laughed.

“That’s...different,” Mona says.

“I know that’s why I don’t really like to announce it,” Theo looked down, at her hands.

“Sorry, I meant, good different. I think it’s rather interesting,” Mona said getting excited.

“You think so?” Theodora smirked.

“Yeah, I’d give anything to be remotely interesting.”

“What?! You’re pretty great yourself. Saving drunken maidens in dark alleyways and what not.” She pretended to swoon laying on Mona’s shoulder. They giggled and Theo sat up, “Not a lot of people would’ve done that.” When she realized they were staring at each other, Mona blushed and cleared her throat.  

“You should practice. With your... ability I mean,” she clarified when Theodora looked confused.

“What? No, I don’t think so. Like I said, it’s just something weird that comes every once in awhile.”

“No, don’t you see, it doesn’t have to be.” Mona’s gears were turning, getting excited. Theo thinks for a second, then declines.

“Nah—I don't—”

“It could come in handy, like last night… I could help you!”

“NO!” they sit in silence.

Mona wished that she could say something, anything. But her mind started to flood with faults: Why did you say that? How could you push her? After everything she's been through. Those guys just wanted to use her...You. You wanted to use her. Because you're alone. You're no better than them!

“I should go…”

“Sorry,” they say at the same time. Mona shot up from the bed. Theo was taken back by the other girl's suddenness.

“Right...Well thanks again...” Theo watched as Monaedi quickly gathered her things.

“No problem, really..” she said putting on her jacket, but not taking her eyes off the floor. Neither one of them said anything so Mona moved towards the door. She opened it.

Mona glanced up at her and gave a wisp of a smile. Then walked to the elevator.

To be continued...