#the last two lines in cleopatra get me
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17, 27, 62 & 87 for your wrapped!!
Send me a number between 1-100 and I’ll give you my favorite lyric from that song on my wrapped 🥰
17. third eye - florence and the machine
Hey, look up!
You don't have to be a ghost here amongst the living
You are flesh and blood
And you deserve to be loved, and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much?
27. hardest of hearts - florence and the machine
answered here!
62. strange - runah
Strange colors in my mind, oh
I've been losing my head now
Strange colors in my mind
I've been losing my head
Strange colors in my mind, oh
I've been losing my head round the corner
Strange colors in mind
87. cleopatra - the lumineers
And I left the footprints, the mud stained on the carpet
And it hardened like my heart did when you left town
But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant
Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around
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Propaganda
Elizabeth Taylor (Cleopatra, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof)—iconic actress with purple eyes and a double row of eyelashes, the real ebony dementia ravenway of old hollywood. known for her stunning tastes when it comes to jewelry and her incredible, incredible advocacy during the AIDS crisis.
Clara Bow (Wings, It)—The original It Girl (literally), Clara was the epitome of a flapper film star. She was obviously a looker, but it was her acting that won over hearts. Watch the movie It (no clowns) to get a sense of her charms. And while she's most known for her silents, (including Wings, the winner of the first ever Best Picture Academy award) she did make some talkies! Contrary to popular belief, sound films didn't ruin her career; she reportedly just hated the process of making them. She had a really interesting background and it's a shame she's not as well remembered as others of her time.
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Elizabeth Taylor:
I've been trying to steer clear of the absurdly-big names, but damnit, those violet eyes got me. The *talent*, the *presence*, the string of marriages and (temporally out-of-bounds) work in combating AIDS and pioneering in the concept of the celebrity fragrance line.
Not only did she have gorgeous violet eyes and lashes for days and one of the hottest voices ever, she was also a big supporter of the gay community
Child actress turned starlet, Liz dominated films as one of the greatest screen legends of classic hollywood. If your protagonist has violet eyes, they're imitating hers.
A Legend. She was serving milf rage in Whos Afraid Of Virginia Woolf. A Star in every sense of the word.
She was renowned for the beauty of her eyes; they were a dark blue but could look violet in certain lighting, something that photographers would actually touch up to look even more so in pictures. But even more striking was a genetic mutation that gave her a double row of eyelashes. She was also famed for her string of husbands -- 8 marriages to 7 men. Two-time hubby Richard Burton once said she was “a wildly exciting love-mistress… beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”
Her EYES. Early and loud support for gay rights and AIDS victims. Married a bunch of hot dudes, Burton twice!
just look at her. she's gorgeous. there's a video somewhere of her applying her eyeliner in the mirror and I think about it all the time
THE Hollywood actress of all time. Not only was she known for her long dark locks and blue-violet eyes, she also had one of the wildest life stories ever….. She’s Carrie Fisher’s stepmother because her father Eddie Fisher cheated on Debbie Reynolds with Liz. She was knighted as a dame of England. She was married to seven different men, one of them twice. She was also very kindhearted and did a lot of charity activism.
Asides from being an iconic actor, she did a lot of philanthropy and co founded the American Foundation for AIDS research. She’s sometimes considered one of the last great stars of old hollywood
Clara Bow:
The original it girl! Flapper icon! She's sooo fun and charming and confident, it just shines through any film or picture you see of her.
I love love love her genderbendy boy style and her cute twinkly performances!! watch wings i s2g she absolutely brings it
She has gorgeous doe eyes, how can you not love her?
She's literally THE It Girl. Like actually, she's the term's namesake. She was an extremely prolific silent film actress with a reputation for wild behavior who defined the 20s flapper era. Her boyish frame, androgynous style, and red curly hair were widely emulated.
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Mephisto Walz in Propaganda (Issue no. 22 1995).
Transcription below.
The story begins nearly ten years ago in a dark, smoky L.A. club called Fetish. Two mysterious, raven haired men dressed in all black sit in an unlit corner discussing their future and the future and of the L.A. music scene. Their names are Rozz Williams and Bari-Bari. As the leader of the legendary death-rock cult band Christian Death, Rozz has just [illegible] Bari to join his morose crew of musicians as the band’s new bass player. Christian Death is thus set to tour for their infamous ASHES Lp that has Rozz doing vocals along with Gitane Demone, Valor on guitars, and David Glass on drums. The rest, as they say, is history.
Ironically, Rozz would leave the band less than a year later. Bari-Bari and the others would bravely press on, even without the band’s guiding focal point. Club impresario Johann Schumann joined as the new bassist and Bari moved to guitars, with Valor moving to vocals. BELIEVERS OF THE UNPURE and ATROCITIES were this line-up’s crowning achievements. Shortly thereafter, Bari and Johann left to form Mephisto Walz, and thus another legend was born. With the help of such underground luminaries as James McGearty (of the original Christian Death) and Rob Graves (of 45 Grave), Mephisto Walz created some amazing music. THE ETERNAL DEEP Lp, released last year, contains a nice selection of songs from the ‘87-’92 period of European import releases. It encompasses such classic Eps and Lps as MEPHISTO WALZ, CROCOSMIA, AS APOSTLES FORGET, and TANGIA. With the addition of vocalist-keyboardist Christianna, the band was set to invade the states. They’ve just released the TERRA-THALIA* [sic] Lp on Cleopatra Records. Bari-Bari admits that his writing style still has a little of the old Christian Death flavor to it.
“True, some people see a bit of Christian Death influence on Mephisto Walz,” says Bari, “And why shouldn’t they? My style of writing and playing was something I had even before joining Christian Death. It’s not gonna suddenly disappear now.”
On the new Lp, TERRA-THALIA [sic], there is a song called “Facade (Closet of Faces),” which epitomizes Bari’s lyrical and instrumental styles. The mood is both atmospheric and sensual, and Christianna’s vocals are positively unearthly.
“Because of mass frustrations / Emotions hid in chains / How no forever can be measured / Eventually it just has to fade / Yet as a hunger beckons me / In fear I heed the call / A desire comes to me / Arresting touch as I recoil...”
“If you [illegible] the lyrics,” explains Bari-Bari, “they are very much on the dark side of things, but they’re not trite. I’m not gonna write about graveyards and vampires or something as obvious as that. Those things get really old really quickly. I prefer more abstract stuff, to set moods, it’s almost a subconscious thing because it’s less contrived that way.”
Mephisto Walz are now poised to sweep America. They already have large followings all over Europe. They lived in Germany for awhile, where they toured with Rozz Williams and Shadow Project a couple of times. Will the two mysterious men in black once again meet to discuss the future of the scene? Stay tuned!
*Transcriber’s note: this article refers to ‘Terra-Thalia,’ a nonexistent release. I assume this is an erroneous reference to the 1995 album Thalia, conjoined with the 1992 album Terra-Regina.
#gothing#mephisto walz#christian death#rozz williams#valor kand#goth rock#gothic rock#darkwave#coldwave#goth music#goth subculture#propaganda magazine#john koviak#the cure#joy division#bauhaus#siouxsie and the banshees#industrial music
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⟰ history of julius caesar ⟰
i posted this ages ago on a side blog but i don't use it so i'm putting it here
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙
in honour of the ides of march i will cover the history of julius caesar.
note: i have cross checked my infomation and researched to the best of my ability though i am human and not immune to error if there are any mistakes please let me know and i will correct it
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gaius julius caesar was born on july 12th or 13th in 100 BC or close to that year in suburra in now modern day italy to nobles lucius cornelius cinna and aurelia cotta.
before reaching adulthood caesar was engaged to a woman named cossutia who died in 84 BC. it is unclear if they ever married and has been a debate between historians. caesar first married in possibly 83BC to cornelia as they married after the death of caeser's father in 85BC or 84BC. in 76BC cornelia gave birth to his only legitimate child julia and the only child he acknowledged. cornelia died in 69BC.
caesar joined the roman army in 81 BC at about 22. in 79BC two years later he was able to serve as staff for a legate and saved a persons life and was awarded a civic crown of oak leaves.
he was deployed by his general on a mission to nicomedes, who was the king of bithynia to negotiate with him in order to acquire a fleet of ships which was successful positively impacting his military career.
in 72BC caesar was elected to be a tribune. during the spring of 69BC caesar left rome to secure hispania.
during 67BC caesar married pompeia after he served as quaestor in hispania, they divorced in 62BC after pompeia hosted the festival of the bona dea which no man was permitted to attend but publius clodius pulcher managed to get in disguised as a woman, apparently to seduce pompeia. he was caught and prosecuted for sacrilege, caesar gave no evidence against clodius at his trial and he was acquitted. caesar divorced pompeia saying "my wife ought not even to be under suspicion".
in 59BC caesar was elected consul at the age of 40, late that year he married calpurnia and they stayed married until his death.
in 58BC julius caesar became the govener of gaul and stayed there for 8 years gaining more land for the roman empire and commanded over 50,000 men.
on the 26th of august 55BC caesar first landed in britania though the romans didn't conquer britania until 43AD.
in 49BC the senate ordered caesar to hand over his army to their control which he refused and advanced on italy but paused at the river rubicon/line that divided gaul and italy. he ignored the roman law prohibited a governor to leave his province and advanced to confront his enemies in rome which the senate considered a treasonable offence but there was little they could do.
in late 48BC caeser first arrived in alexandrea, egypt to kill gnaeus pompeius magnus or pompey who he killed that year and continued to pick off his enemies one by one during the next 3 years.
caeser met cleopatra when he first arrived in alexandrea and started their affair shortly after meeting. on the 23rd of june 47BC cleopatra gave birthto their son caesarion.
in 45BC caeser retrurned to rome as a dictator but allowed the senate to continue working except that he replaced disloyal senators with his own appointments of loyal men.
in 44BC caeser declared himself dictator for life and on march 15th or the ides or march he was killed by 23 stab wounds though 60 men agreed to assassinate him. his last words were 'kaì sý, téknon' this is most often translated to 'you too, my son?' the words kaì sý found in greek comedy and on mosaics translate to 'screw you'. julius caesar died surrounded by friends.
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⟰ other infomation ⟰
around 64BC caesar had an affair with servilia that continued until his death. servila was the mother of his friend brutus
calpurnia was a teenager when she married julius caesar in 59BC
shakespear changed julius caesars last words to 'et tu, brute' which translates to 'you too, brutus?'
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⟰ glossary ⟰
legate: high ranking military officer in the roman army
tribune: an elected official in ancient rome
quaestor: ancient roman public official
hispania:iberian poeninsula and its provinces
consul: ancient roman official - highest elected political officce in the ancient roman republic
gaul: france
britania: britan
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⟰ refrences ⟰
britantica
national geographic
history learning site
unrv history
totaly history
history today
university of chicago
ancient egypt online
greece is
wikipedia (basic info ie, lovers, children, parents, birthday, ect)
⟰ other wikipedia references ⟰
cossutia
cornelia
pompeia
calpurnia
caesarion
#cryptids history lessons#ides of march#julius caesar#15th of march#march 15th#ancient history#ancient rome#historical figures#ancient world#history#tumblr holiday#repost
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When Women Ruled the World: Six Queens of Egypt by Kara Cooney
Read time: 6 Days
Rating: 3.5/5 Stars
The Quote: Once upon a time, there were women who ruled the world. Six of them—Merneith, Nerferusobek, Hatshepsut, Nefertiti, Tawosret and Cleopatra—climbed the highest the wielded the most significant power: not as manipulators of their menfolk but as heads of state. Each started as a queen—a mere sexual vessel of their king—but each became chief decision-maker, five of them served as king outright. — Kara Cooney
When Women Ruled the World is perhaps unsurprisingly divided into six sections, one for each of the six queens, an introduction and a conclusion (both of which are on a theme). The six queens are Merneith, Nerferusobek, Hatshepsut, Nefertiti, Tawosret and Cleopatra. There are other women of power noted some are queens others are just women in positions of power in the Egyptian system. These include Neithotep, Tetisheri and Ahmes-Nefertari. The Queen/ King's Horus names are included and explained, all of them are interesting. Nefertiti and Hatshepsut's particularly so. A suggestion for those new to academic non-fiction, if you have an interest in the added detail provided by the notes, try using a second bookmark. But the narrative style used by Kara Cooney means you can skip them with ease. Same are added commentary, some are simply sources and some are where to look for more information.
🤎 Merneith — Queen of Blood (ca 3000-2890 B.C.)
Merneith is the first of the six queens ruling as a regent for her son, Den during the 1st dynasty. Her entry acts as an overview of the kingship in ancient Egypt and the role of the Queen in it. Merneith provides something of a fascinating study in brutal strength and the things one must do to survive. Little is truly known of her really but I like the way this is written. The style empowers her and allows her ferocity to shine.
As much as this is about the women Den himself is interesting, The First King of Upper and Lower Egypt. Den must have greatly respected Merneith burying her in a tomb fit for a king though with fewer human sacrifices (nothing to do with gender everything to do with afterlife necessity).
💚 Nerferusobek — The Last Woman Standing (1777-1773 B.C.)
Nerferusobek has one of the best name meanings, beauty of Sobek. "Named for the fierce god of the Nile inundation, a deity of aggressive sexuality and violent fecundity." (p.77). Her crowned names are Beloved of Re; Daughter of the Powerful One; Mistress of the Two Lands; Stable of Appearances. This entry continues the discussion on succession discussing royal reproduction practices, including harems and a quite interesting section on incest (all neat logic no ick factor). There is an insightful and logical comment on harems that I quite appreciated. Her subtitle comes from why she was even sitting on the Horus Throne, Nerferusobek was the last royal of the 12th Dynasty, a product of incest (probably) causing sterility. She perhaps willingly but perhaps reluctantly took the throne to steady the ship. She had little to gain and was little threat to the status quo, with no chance of a male heir. Her short reign allows the board to be reset and allowed all the major power players to get their viable sons into position for the start of the next dynasty. Nerferusobek is almost the exact opposite of her female predecessor, it is easy to admire her patience and intelligence.
💛 Hatshepsut — Queen of Public Relations (1473-1458 B.C.)
"Hatshepsut broke all the rules."(p.99) is the first line of this section and it is the perfect summation of her rule. Let's start with the pronunciation of her name as included by Kara Cooney Hat-shep-suit. One of the cutest moments in this section is what the young princes were called... nestlings look it made me smile okay. There was an interesting moment for me. The extremely young pharaoh, the two-year-old on the throne, could only happen in ancient Egypt with its focus on mythos and god-kings. Anywhere else would be civil war. Cooney has a great reading on Hatshepsut's potential romantic attachments. They weren't needed for her to maintain power, there was little place in the historical record for them. I did like the section on Hatshepsut and one day I will get around to reading Cooney's Hatshepsut work but not today. This is the longest section of the six, unsurprising really, Cooney wrote The Woman Who Would Be King dedicated entirely to Hatshepsut. As that book does exist there is less discussion and commentary in the notes they are nearly entirely sources. In some ways, I would consider her the opposite side of the coin to Merneith. Where Merneith held her position with strategic blood and violence Hatshepsut used ideology and human relations. Especially ideology.
For her countrymen there was no longer any point referring to her as "queen." That title was only used for women subservient to their sovereign. — Kara Cooney (p.84)
🧡 Nefertiti — More Than Just a Pretty Face (1338-1336 B.C.)
Ideology was also important in Nefertiti's reign. Nefertiti was actually treated as an equal to her husband during his reign. An equal female to his male god. (Because yes he was a 🤡) What is clear is that in any other time, any other place, her husband, the completely bonkers Akhenaten would likely have faced regicide. There isn't a consensus that she even ruled alone, if she did she ruled with her daughter taking the role of Queen, the feminine role to her masculine. So much of everything around her is dependent on which school of Egyptology you belong to. It can be difficult. Was she ever a King in her own right? 🤷🏼♀️ Nefertiti is... complicated. It had to make many comments on her. So much of Nefertiti's reign in her own right is a matter of superposition. But I'm not even sure I knew that I ever knew the potential connection between King Tut and Nefertiti.
💙 Tawosret — The Survivor (1188-1186 B.C)
Tawosret comes from a very different period of Egyptian history. She was needed by Egypt but not welcome. Women were greatly distrusted in any position of power. She is a mixture of all the previous queens except maybe Nefertiti. It all starts with a discussion of how times had changed in Egypt and the Ramesside period. Her crowned names are Daughter of Re, Beloved of Amun; Mighty Lady, Chosen of Mut; Strong Bull, Beloved of Ma'at; Founder of Egypt, who vanquishes foreign countries. Using the title Chosen of Mut is a brilliant ideological move, ditto Beloved of Ma'at. Mut was a mother goddess, her name means mother, she's a primordial deity. Ma'at was a deity tied to balance and justice, a key to the processes of entering the afterlife. All these women knew how to manipulate the greek pantheon for their own power. There is a lovely quote in here about human society and feminine rule. "Many of history's women could rise to power only within extraordinary crisis and, when the immediate predicament had abated, were unceremoniously pushed aside. Indeed, the catastrophe itself was usually blamed on the woman's rue, a Catch-22 if there ever was one." (p.240). Tawosret feels like something akin to one of the British succession crises (there have been three), but one, in particular, ended with a queen on a throne decided from a piece of genetics.
💜Cleopatra — Drama Queen (51-0 B.C.)
If you are going to know any of the Queens it will definitely be Cleopatra. Cleopatra was a true power player, a power player that would likely succeed even in the modern-day, maybe more so in the modern-day. Sex is power and she was totally unafraid to use it but that is far, far from all she was. Cleopatra was also strategic, intelligent and openly ambitious. Even if you know Cleopatra you will likely find information in here you don't know. For example, Cleopatra was in Rome when Ceaser was assassinated or the import of Ceaserion. There was an amusing moment for me when I realised Cleopatra essentially bought Mark Antony, she wanted his power for some form of legitimacy, he needed money to pursue his military campaigning. Cleopatra's section ends with a quick section on what happened to her children. While her sons were killed her daughter, Kleopatra Selene was married to a Roman ally and well. She went on to become a queen and clearly inherited her mother's intelligence. What I didn't know was that Kleopatra Selene and Juba II's son was killed by Caligula just for being descended from Marc Antony and Cleopatra.
I did enjoy this. I enjoyed learning about new powerful women. Women who used power in different ways to maintain the stability of their Egypt and their position. There is some well-written background included too, like the way an heir was chosen and reproductive practices. I had completely missed in all my time reading about ancient Egypt the connection between Nefertiti and Tut. I do appreciate the use of the modern to help readers understand, Trump, Clinton, the Saudi Royal family and just general or universal expectations moments experienced by women.
Let me justify the rating. While I was reading this wasn't a 3-star book. But it feels more like a 3.5-star book upon reflection, I'm rounding down. Cleopatra's section let me down a little. I was confused for quite a bit of it, to be honest, it was a bit of a slog to get through. In the previous paragraph, I mentioned the moments experienced by women, that is also a bit of a flaw. This feels like it is squarely aimed at women. And perhaps relying too much on female experience and contemporary references.
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2023 Reviews: 5-stars, Part 1
Ok I'm trying a new thing to get more of my book reviews in long form on Tumblr - we'll see if it works! I'll be posting themed round-ups of my reviews, starting with this round-up of my first five 5-stars of the year. (Weirdly a synopsis is always the thing that slows me down the most so I'm only including a one line description of each of them, although there are also links to the blurbs.)
This is a pretty eclectic mix of books, but I absolutely loved them, and I'm excited to talk about them more!
1. Ocean's Echo by Everina Maxwell: 5/5
Pitch: SF m/m romance where a walking disaster mind reader and a very rules-oriented soldier are force-soulbonded & then discover a government conspiracy
Review: I loved this - like its predecessor Winter's Orbit, this is a standout SF romance that really builds out a world and then lovingly details two people moving through that world, and their relationship with each other. Truly excellent, and I love Surit with my whole heart.
2. Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco: 5/5
Pitch: vampire hunter teams up with two vampires to solve the mystery of new super evil vampires, & then they all fall in love
Review: Listen, this book!!! It was sexy, and dark, and mysterious, and wow. I read The Bone Witch by Rin Chupeco before, and it didn't appeal to me very much, but this book hot damn. I'll be reading the sequel (the second half of the duology!) basically as soon as it comes out. I think if the second book was out right now I would be staying up as late as it took to read it.
As you'd expect, there is a fair bit of an age gap between the characters, but I thought it was handled well.
3. The Stars Undying by Emery Robin: 5/5
Pitch: Julius Caesar, gender-swapped Anthony, & Cleopatra, but space opera
Review: Wow. I loved this book. It is rich and dense and slow but it is so so good. The prose is beautiful and the descriptions are gorgeous, but if you know anything about Caesar (and you do, on the Ides of March-loving website) the whole time everything is beautiful you know it will end, which makes it more poignant while it lasts. Also, the science fiction setting is fantastic. I would absolutely devour the second book if it was out.
4. When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill: 5/5
Pitch: a bunch of women all turned into dragons and flew away in the 1950s and America doesn't know how to handle it
Review: I really loved this - I think it has a lot to say about queerness and memory and rage and freedom and joy, and most of all family. It's pretty tightly focused on Alex and her life, so it doesn't really dig into the dragon stuff as much as it could. I personally didn't mind that - it felt reasonable for the focus of the novel, especially given that it is framed as Alex's memoir. I thought it was personal and yet relatable, and I loved the characters.
5. Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett: 5/5
Pitch: time monks & Death's granddaughter try to stop a very ill-advised clock
I totally get why this is considered one of the best Discworld books. Many good theories, fun thinky thoughts, excellent puns and jokes. And in the end, one that makes you feel. (I wouldn't start here though...if you read Hogfather before this I think that would be sufficient though.
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Homemade Promptlist!
These are literally just song lyrics from my various Spotify playlists. You don’t need to send me a prompt to send me a request, but here’s some ideas if your looking for them!
Other writers; feel free to use these! I’d appreciate it if you mentioned where you got the prompt(s) from though! Have fun! <3
I’ll add more as I think of them- or if you felt like sending me some to put here *wink wink nudge nudge*
**prompts that involve “/“ can have very different vibes- let me know which lyrics in particular you’d like!
*sad yeehaw*
I wish I was a trusted man, but a trusted man is weak / the only thing worth trusting is some brass through crooked teeth / love it ain’t for taming, a disease that can’t be cured [ crooked teeth - zach bryan ]
What a home so sad and lone [ can the circle be unbroken - the Carter family ]
Well it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye [ six days on the road - Dave Dudley ]
I said there’d be no sorrow / that I’d laugh when you walked away [ a little bitty tear - Burl Ives ]
You’ve got a way to keep me on your side [ I walk the line - Johnny Cash ]
I play my blues for the small town kids [ muddy water - The Deslondes ]
70’s and Up
I remember when she used to make a lot of noise / hoppin’ and a-boppin’ with the street corner boys [ I knew the bride when she used to rock n roll - Nick Lowe ]
Oh, what a night / Late December, back in ‘63 [December, 1963 - Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons ]
We may lose, we may win / but we will never be here again [ take it easy - The Eagles ]
It’s the only thing I could do half right, and it’s turned out all wrong, Ma [ look what they’ve done to my song - Melanie ]
Bye bye, miss american pie! [ American pie - Don McLean ]
Teenage ambitions you remember well / it was the heat of the moment [ heat of the moment - Asia ]
I only wish my words could convince myself that it just wasn’t real, but that’s not the way it feels [ operator - Jim Croce ]
Vintage
Oh won’t you stay / just a little bit longer? [ stay - Maurice Williams and The Zodiacs ]
I miss my baby and I feel so bad, guess my race is won / she’s the best girl I’ve ever had / I fought the law and the law won [ I fought the law - Buddy Holly ]
No woman’s worth crawling on the Earth [ walk like a man - the four seasons ]
Let’s twist again, like we did last summer / let’s twist again, like we did last year [ let’s twist again - Chubby Checker ]
Don’t care if you do / cause it’s understood / you ain’t got no money / you just ain’t no good [ hit the road Jack - Ray Charles ]
Indie
And it hardened like my heart did when you left town / but that’s all in the past now, gone with the wind [ cleopatra - The Lumineers ]
You told me a lie, fuck you for that / maybe when (s)he’s dead and gone I’ll get some sleep [ leader of the landslide - the lumineers ]
The bravest men return with darkened hearts and phantom pain [ la belle fleur sauvage - lord Huron ]
There’s a debt or two I owe you [ 20 long years - lord Huron ]
Lost in time and space, aimless drifting in a far off place / lost in a galaxy of cocktail bars / I guess she’s gone for good, she don’t call me like I thought she would / lost in time and space, aimless searching for a long lost face [ lost in time and space - Lord Huron ]
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for the fic ask game: What’s the last line you wrote? Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?
thank you thank you thank you i have so much fun with these questions i swear
It's quite a shitty line from "fallen from heaven, grown on earth"
"Looks like we have a curious kitten around here," he said, the amusement never leaving his features. The Latin accent took you by surprise. "You know what happens to those kittens, eh? I'm sure you do."
God I hope i didn't ruin the story there lmao.
As for the second question, I have a fic idea that I'm planning on writing once I finish this one. AND I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT IT. I just hope it turns out good enough to post it here because it's an AU and I'll have to do a lot of research for it, probably.
Basically, it's an Ancient Egypt AU (kind of). In 2023 reader is dating all 3 of the moon boys (established relationship trope bc I love that), what they don't know is that reader can travel in time. One day R notices that Steven is really stressed with his hieroglyphs transcriptions bc it seems like he has reached a dead-end to modern-day knowledge, so you (obviously) decide to help him with your abilities. You travel back in time to a time when the pyramids were still under construction (maybe a lot later, like roman Egypt, around Cleopatra's time) and pretend to be a roman explorer or academic (so you can have enough status for people to actually teach you a thing or two). The thing is once you get there you eventually meet a certain pharaoh (or even (Marc-us) Mark Antony himself) who resembles a lot to a person you know very well, wants you all for himself, and won't let you go back to "Rome" that easily.
As I said I still need to do a lot of research and it will certainly have millions of historical inaccuracies but we'll see what happens with that. Let me know if it seems interesting enough for you, if it's something you'd like to read, etc.
#ask games !#thank you for the ask#ask box#wow im actually really excited about that story but idk if it will happen but im a mess for aus
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What is Love?
This is an interesting question and the answer has changed in my lifetime. During the 1960's all the music was about love. Just look at the Beatles catalog that included All you Need is Love, She Loves You, Love Me Do and so many more. the 60's had the summer of love and it was exactly that. I was too young to participate although I did love green pop and cheezies.
Then something changed. The songs of love became darker like the title of this blog (by Haddaway). Don't think it is dark, check out the next couple of lines after the title line. We also have classics like Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar (my buddy Jeff would go to war with her anytime) and painful Love Hurts by Nazareth. What do you expect from a heavy metal group.
So what am I getting at? Throughout history there have been many couples that have faced adversity but loved each other nonetheless. I am dedicating this blog to them in their relentless pursuit of happiness.
Marc Antony and Cleopatra. She was with Caesar then she met Marc. Sparks flew. She was bitten in the asp (or was it by and asp, I get confused) and he moved on. He resurfaced to be with Jlo. Guess she digs old guys.
Romeo and Juliet. Is nothing longer lasting than teen love? Maybe ice cream on the counter. He, thought, she thought and then they both end up dead. All before they were eligible for prom. Listen to your parents and stay away until you are older.
Bonnie and Clyde. (first of all if you want some reality look up these two. They looked nothing like Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway. They looked more like a young version of Ma and Pa Kettle.) They partied, drank together. killed together, and went on the ultimate final date. Still hold the record for most bullets entering their bodies.
Kermit and Miss Piggy. This is more of a tale of obsession than love. She love him. He tolerated her. Glad they never hooked up. Imagine what their kids would have looked like. Who can eat green bacon?
Madonna and everyone. Love for the past thirty years. Reminds me of the lyrics 'if you're not with the one you love, love the one you're with.' Only men she hasn't dated are the ones she hasn't met. Perhaps she is truly the embodiment of love, or maybe just easy. Not for me to judge.
Boris and Natasha. She was six feet tall. He was 3 foot 6. The only way they could make love standing is if someone put him up to it. (Really sorry about that) I shouldn't judge. But I do. I like to.
The aforementioned Ma and Pa Kettle. 21 kids. That's true love because it was before the development of Viagra.
THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: A quote from Dolly Parton for my wife. 'I will always love you.'
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“The next door we will do, speak in figures also, they were”
Were ‘t aught aske I, but a dreams.
Again the water dewe.
Ah fools of short that nobody
can love is true. Too late
cars which gown to a lake where all
that grow, and make him
invisible when I’ll speak but the
acting of spice and feare,
enter brauely euerywhere, that
lover’s hermitage; your
love but gauds; nay, whistle a little
man. Did silence to
me and Cleopatra—night that
able spirits so fair
on the altar heap’d with the banner
of them blue in the
argument all back again. Earth
her een her home thy louer?
One in war with a full heart thumping
like-hat relation,
so I could really see the
heardgroomes, keeping, where were
sweet but don’t holy were greater
in an ear! Or to wronged
lovely young JESSIE you saw a
field made up of worths surmount.
Welcome, wean; mishanter far
doth not breath our coming
want them leave all enjoy hats, but
of conversation of
hands knot, I change and there Damon
lay, with trembling dew: or
glitter’d to my bonie, sweetnesse, which
with tears. When you are more
to try it when I realize
it. Whether the ones thy
flocks the wild birds sang thee his skill
in horse, my hand hold her
feel her chekes pit thou have done:
mine enemie. Are far estrange
route. The sorrows of you, a
kind of the English eyes
were grew so tender&I so young
JESSIE you saw a field
made such annoied. His honor, or
his colowred crime. Decay:
for fierce tears. The rest I’ll speak.
The next door we will do,
speak in figures also, they were
you epitomize
contemplating to breathe a man-at-
armes did draw: of touch my
soul with the blood from the hill. Not
as to get out. And all
the news tonight: a debate about
the new. Ay little
kissable mouth in waves asking
about goings of Dove,
a maiden fair Syrinx in trees
or colour’d vellum playes,
yet this love gentle into diamond
is impossibility
we will ever call it
bee through which prove more, by
paying time. Out of a burro.
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with its mouth a locust in
your body takes on the
line&her pillow understand. Trading
be, or to be Lord,
what would not Love make thou within
a year a son was delight
from Boston to Paris watching
such ends, and old. Of
custome to that an act that fatal
knife shut in your starry
air of midnight I feele,
and dirks the horsemen my
glass, in the most impeach’d standing
day; rage, rage disarms—these
bitter bargain driven: I hold
her and thoughts, new grows erect,
as sour bare is a tall ghost
tossing and you, to whom
love me—wilt thou leau’st that grow, and
only when there were true
cause their hair. And hail once be seen:
trees, at one thieving lyre,
whose hat you will, approve, hers
conversation I could encline.
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on my soule to proved us
one. Yet if the lintwhites
in New Jersey lighted;—
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else is. I have been
born is gone. Love chants of your
carelesse corage hath stell’d
thy beams as thou place, straw into
that an act that soft and
look out at thy mither’s hate, weeds
among the cast live on
the flowers alarming us,
as happy as well with
gilded leaues or filled within, the
rose, the God be the music
speaks with the sea has been
exhibited on Bond Street
and not suffer the blowen bags,
like paper animals.
I call me Papa. It so have
been exhibited only
this last wave hot youthful shore,
and beate vpon that bosom’s
shop is hang; thy shrine, no truth before
was not wear that it
is the queen sent our lives a
womankind, I embrace the
pink, the trick. Ever see
To see his neare ouerthrow.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 6#120 texts#ballad
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Ode to Motherhood: A Review on Cleo Sol’s “Mother” (2021)
By Ashlee Baritugo
In British R&B/Soul artist Cleo Sol’s “Mother” (2021), motherhood is a revelation. Released just the same year as the birth of her first born, the singer-songwriter’s sophomore album is as sweet as much as it is soulful; with instrumentals raw as much as they are uplifting and lyrics hopeful as much as they are heart-wrenching.
Known for her critically acclaimed debut “Rose in the Dark” (2020) as well as her enigmatic work with British R&B collective Sault, Cleo Sol has established her spot in the world of British neo-soul. Real name Cleopatra Nikolic, the “Sol” in her stage name is a tribute to the word “sun” in Spanish, her mother’s own ethnicity. Even in one of her earlier singles like “Sweet Blue” released 2019, Cleo Sol’s mother evidently played an integral role not only in the singer-songwriter’s music, but also in the perspectives and values she sings of.
The album’s cover paints the perfect picture of the album; behind Sol, seated on the sofa with her new born, is a framed photo of her mother on the wall. Co-written and produced by Inflo (Dean Josiah Cover), “Mother”, then, is culmination not just of her own voyage into motherhood but of her mom’s, too. The lyrics are hard-hitting, with lines like “Love is a sacrifice, I know that you’re hurting / Nothing replaces a mother’s love” in first track “Don’t Let Me Fall”, and sometimes seemingly an outlet of frustration like “‘Cause you / Nearly broke me down, mama … Mama, please, stop acting 23” in 23. But Sol balances the raw, journal entry-like lyrics with the syncopated and groovy beats of a signature soul track. The layering even seems strategic: her powerful, emotive vocals somehow adding a smooth emphasis to the lyrics while back-up vocals add even more of an impact listeners won’t expect.
The best part of the 66-minute album though is its introduction: a two-part opening in which “Don’t Let Me Fall” transitions seamlessly and extremely satisfyingly into “Promises” over subtle, continuous dream beats that finish off the first song and lead us into the very intro of “Promises”, the best track of the album, where Sol gracefully confronts yet another aspect of motherhood over spacious yet steady drums. In the track written much like a letter to her mother, Sol questions: “We get closer, but not close enough / Why’d you have to leave? / Why’d you have to go?” over the same drumbeats carried over from the last track. Its after this steady beat in “Promises” that we begin to realize how large of a role the drums play in the album, as subtle as they may be. We hear its solemnity again in “Sunshine”, a track on transformative love, when it enters halfway into the track and turns the mood into an entirely different direction. Percussion is the backbone of the album, and “Promises” shows us how. This track, too, brings us back to that strategic vocal layering we hear throughout the album; it’s like Sol is singing right into our ears, and nothing hits the spot more than an R&B track so smooth it feels as if its embedded in your soul.
As much as the album is a plethora of introspective lyrics, however, there remains a large space of ambiguity that listeners are left to fill; which arguably makes it even better. The tracks in the album are long – “Build Me Up” and “One Day” both going as long as eight minutes – mostly because there’s a common spaciousness between Sol’s vocals and the instrumentation. That spaciousness when the listeners are left alone with the instrumentation somehow adds room for appreciation; there’s nothing else to do but listen to the steady percussion or the groovy frequencies of the bass alongside reflections on love, motherhood, and the journeys they call for. “Mother” is bursting at the seams with intricate melodies and complex rhythms over hard-hitting emotive lyrics: the exact recipe for the perfect R&B album.
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Today you will learn the obscure and bizarre teddy bear approach method that will help you approach any girl, so pay close attention to the story:
One day, I went to Monastiraki in Athens to see Dimitris, a friend and one of the five Titans of Seduction. He had already arrived at the coffee shop and was waiting for me. When I went inside the shop and saw him, I was disappointed. The place was overcrowded, and everyone sat very close to one another.
Next to us sat a group of guys in their late twenties, and because they were sitting so close to us, it was like we sat together with them!
We could easily hear all the topics they discussed.
The main topic of discussion was obviously about chicks. They looked hungrily at every girl inside the coffee shop, talked about how to pick up girls, and at the same time complained by saying stuff like:
“Women today are sluts.”
“They are strange.”
“They are snobs.”
Usually, I never intervene when I see guys talking about ladies. But I couldn’t control myself this time because I heard too much nonsense. So, I started talking to them, and the following discussion happened:
Phoenix: I am sorry to interrupt you, but I listened to your discussion without my intent because we sit so close. It seems that you are very interested in girls, isn’t it so? Why don’t you just try something to meet a woman instead of talking so much?
After I said the last line, one of the guys stared at me aggressively and said:
He: Where should we meet women? Don’t you know how girls are today?
Phoenix: How are they?
He: Every chick thinks it has a golden pussy and plays it hard to get.
Phoenix: And because of that, you can’t approach women?
He: Of course, I can’t. What shit is that? Where should I approach them here?
Phoenix: Why not here? Aren’t any women inside this place?
He: You are kidding me? How should I approach them in a coffee shop? It is impossible!
Dimitris sat all the time quietly, and when he heard the phrase “it is impossible,” he stared at me and said:
“Show them how it is done.”
I immediately began to screen the place carefully and thought for a second…
Then I called the waiter and asked for a small piece of paper and a pen. When he brought them, I turned to the guy next to me who said it was impossible to approach girls here and said:
Can you draw a teddy bear, please?
He was surprised by my bizarre request and hesitated…
But in the end, he began to draw a teddy bear!
As he was preparing his masterpiece, I continued to observe the place and finally spotted my target! It was an attractive young girl that sat nearby on a couch together with two female friends.
I took the piece of paper with the teddy bear from the guy, wrote “I love you” on its belly, folded the paper, and went to the three girls. I greeted them politely, stared at my target, smiled, and gave her the piece of paper. She thought I had given her my phone number, so she smiled and put it into her purse.
When I saw this, I told her:
“It is not what you think… have a look at it.”
She took the paper out of her bag, opened it, and when she saw the teddy bear, she began to laugh. She showed it to her friends, and they began to laugh all together. One of them even asked me playfully to make another teddy bear for her! I replied that first, they should introduce themselves to me, and I sat on the couch next to my target. My girl’s name was Cleopatra. I stayed with the girls for about 5 minutes, chatted a little bit, Cleopatra gave me her phone number, and then I returned to Dimitris.
The group of guys that sat next to us was astonished! They bombarded me with questions. They asked how I did it, what I said, etc., and I replied that the teddy bear was the secret!
If they could draw teddy bears who say “I love you,” they would always approach girls successfully!
Then, I became serious and began to explain what actually led to my success.
One of the things the teddy bear really did was create a strong emotion from the start.
That, my buddy, is huge. If you can immediately make the woman you approach feel a strong emotion, you will have her attention. And if you have her attention, you have the chance to seduce her.
That is it for today.
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books read in 2022!
I’ve been doing this for two years now and I really enjoy it, so I decided to make another list for the books I’ve read this year! as last time, the numbers in brackets indicate a ranking out of five points (five out of five being the highest and zero out of five being the lowest)!
Maria or The Wrongs of Woman - Mary Wollstonecraft (4/5)
Here's to Us - Adam Silvera & Becky Albertalli (5/5)
The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky *re-read* (5/5)
Klara and the Sun - Kazuo Ishiguro (4/5)
101 Essays that Will Change the Way You Think - Brianna West (4/5)
They Both Die at the End - Adam Silvera (4/5)
Das stumme Haus - Uticha Marmon (4/5)
Komplett Gänsehaut - Sophie Passmann (2/5)
Loveless - Alice Oseman (4.5/5)
The Betrayed - Kiera Cass (2/5)
Antony and Cleopatra - Shakespeare *re-read* (5/5)
Titus Andronicus - Shakespeare *re-read* (4/5)
Clap When You Land - Elizabeth Acevedo (3/5)
Dumplin' - Julie Murphy (4/5)
Pumpkin - Julie Murphy (4/5)
The School for Good and Evil - Soman Chainani (1/5)
Dash and Lily's Book of Dares - Rachel Cohn, David Levithan (4/5)
These Violent Delights - Chloe Gong (4/5)
Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World - Benjamin Alire Sáenz (3/5)
I Was Born for This - Alice Oseman (5/5)
This Is Kind of an Epic Love Story - Kacen Callender (4/5)
History Is All You Left Me - Adam Silvera (4/5)
Nick and Charlie - Alice Oseman (4/5)
One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston (4/5)
This Winter - Alice Oseman (4/5)
The Summer I Turned Pretty - Jenny Han (4/5)
One of Us Is Lying - Karen M. McManus (4.5/5)
Transformations - Anne Sexton (3/5)
The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories - Angela Carter (4/5)
Kissing the Witch - Emma Donoghue (4/5)
King of Scars - Leigh Bardugo (3/5)
She Gets the Girl - Rachael Lippincott, Alyson Derrick (4/5)
One of Us Is Next - Karen M. McManus (4/5)
It's not Summer without You - Jenny Han (3/5)
We'll Always Have Summer - Jenny Han (2/5)
Boy, Snow, Bird - Helen Oyeyemi (2/5)
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid (5/5)
Boyfriend Material - Alexis Hall (3/5)
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee (4.5/5)
Cinderella Is Dead - Kalynn Bayron (2/5)
Gewollt. Geliebt. Gesegnet. - Wolfgang F. Rothe (5/5)
Darius the Great Is not Okay - Adib Khorram (2/5)
I Kissed Shara Wheeler - Casey McQuiston (3/5)
The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins *re-read* (3/5)
Our Violent Ends - Chloe Gong (3/5)
A Promised Land - Barack Obama (4/5)
Brick Lane - Monica Ali (3/5)
Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch (2/5)
Saturday - Ian McEwan (2/5)
I'm Glad My Mom Died - Jennette McCurdy (5/5)
NW - Zadie Smith (3/5)
The Line of Beauty - Alan Hollinghurst (4/5)
My Body - Emily Ratajkowski (3/5)
She Drives Me Crazy - Kelly Quindlen (4/5)
The Children Act - Ian McEwan (4/5)
The Hidden Oracle - Rick Riordan (5/5)
Emma - Jane Austen (4/5)
The Dark Prophecy - Rick Riordan (4/5)
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood (4/5)
The Burning Maze - Rick Riordan (4/5)
My Life in Orange - Tim Guest (3/5)
The Tyrant's Tomb - Rick Riordan (4/5)
(for detailed reviews & more bookish content, u can also follow my bookstagram @/sarahs.booklist on instagram!)
#sarahsbooklist#exCUSE ME I JUST FINISHED HERE'S TO US AND I NEED TO SCREAM ABT IT#SOMEONE BETTER ENACT THEIR ENTIRE LOVE STORY FOR ME SOON OR ELSE#ANYWAY MY HOPELESS ROMANTIC ASS DIED OF CUTENESS MULTIPLE TIMES WHILE READING THIS#ALSO DYLAN. I WOULD PROTECT U WITH MY LIFE.#god i'm so happy they wrote a sequel i'm so satisfied rn
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Flapper Girl (Adrien Brody x Reader)
Title: Flapper Girl
Word Count: 2, 523
Summary: Beautiful memories of a love that was meant to last only to have a present too broken to mend.
Warning/s: I think this is a fluff with an angsty ending so, uh, be warned.
Dedication: To my friends and family, thank you for being my motivation and inspiration to write. Thank you for pushing me to write.
Wattpad Link: Flapper Girl (Adrien Brody x Reader)
Song Featured: "Flapper Girl" by The Lumineers
Cut off all of your hair
Did you flinch, did you care
"Thank you!" Y/N smiled brightly at the hairdresser before she set off to go and visit the set where Adrien was filming.
As she walked down the street, she could feel that everyone had their eyes on her but she didn't mind. [Y/N] was an actress, it was a normal thing for the rich and famous to be stared at when they walk down the street.
Being the center of attention can be nice because it can help you promote your sponsors, social and environmental issues and charities but being the center of attention also has the possibility of becoming a disaster. It can also get uncomfortable but [Y/N] did her best to not let that bother her. After all, she only had one person in her mind—only one person's opinion matters as of this moment and she can't help but smile at the thought of seeing him.
Did he look, did he stop and stare
At your brand new hair
"I'll see you tomorrow." Adrien smiled as he waved at the directress before he went inside his trailer.
He turned around to sit on the couch only to find his lover laying down on it like she was Cleopatra.
"Hello," [Y/N] purred with a sly smirk on her face.
"Well, that was a surprise." Adrien chuckles a bit as he slowly walks over her, hands on his hips as he observes her smug face.
"You cut your hair?" His fingers softly touch the ends of her newly cut hair, [Y/N] moves a bit so they could both sit on the couch comfortably.
"Yeah, do you like it?" She smiled as she gently touched her hair.
"It suits you." Adrien grins at her before he leans over to give her a quick kiss.
"Thanks. I'm glad you like it." [Y/N] said before she over exaggeratedly acted like a stuck up lady, her voice raising a few octaves. "Cause it would be such an awful predicament if you didn't like it and have to suffer being with me all day."
Adrien laughs.
"Not even a bad haircut can drive me away from you."
Local boy, local news
Power lines, hangin' boots
Firemen in their trucks cut loose
A local boy's shoes
"Oh, that better be true." She laughs as he hugs her from behind, placing a kiss on top of her head.
"Of course it is, have I ever lied to you?"
"A few times."
"That was for a surprise, I don't think that counts."
"Fine," [Y/N] playfully rolls her eyes with a smile.
"Hey, since shooting is done for the day," Adrien leaned down to place his chin on her shoulder. "how about we go out to dinner?"
"Your treat?" She smirks.
"Sure," He kisses her cheek before he stands up and offers his hand for her to take. "Let's go?"
"I'll be glad to." [Y/N] took his hand and they walked out of the trailer and the set, holding each other's hands and bright smiles on their faces.
The paparazzi may be taking pictures of them but they didn't mind, the photos will show nothing but how much of a happy couple they are.
Cadillac, Cadillac
Businessmen dressed in slacks
The couple arrived at a restaurant, there were Cadillacs parked outside and from the windows one could see a group of corporate people in their business attire.
A receptionist at the door led the couple to a table for two by the window. A few seconds later, a waiter walks over to give them a menu so that they can order their meal.
Dinner was lively, the happy couple chatted with each other about their day. Some stories were happy and some were about work. Some stories never left their lips as they were quite comfortable in the silence of just being together while they held each other's hands on top of the table.
I'm gonna buy one for us when I get back
A big Cadillac
And you can wave to all of your friends
And I'll never leave you again
"When we go back, I'll buy one for us." Adrien said, his eyes looking intently at one of the parked Cadillacs as both of them went out of the restaurant after their meal. "Then we'll drive her to wherever the road will take us."
"And leave our friends?" [Y/N] giggled at his idea.
"We'll take them with us one day, they can tail us too." He looked into her eyes with a smile. "But for the first ride, I'd like to spend that with you so they'll have to stay behind as we wave goodbye to them."
"That sounds like a good idea. I could never turn down opportunities to spend more time with you." She smiled back as she huddled close to him. [Y/N] could feel his hand on her waist. "I can't wait for that to happen."
The cold night breeze passes by them as they decide to walk to their rented apartment, it may have been cold but they felt warm in each other's presence.
Would you write, would you call back baby if
I wrote you a song
[Y/N] explodes in a fit of giggles and she ends up lying flat on the bed.
"I'm sorry that I'm so bad at it." Adrien nervously rubbed the back of his neck, his other hand clutching a movie script.
"It isn't that," She sits up and hugs a pillow. "You actually look really cute."
"Oh?" He sits down next to her and pulls her into an embrace. "So what was funny about it?"
"I never thought I'd see the day you'd go down on your knees to serenade me." [Y/N] starts giggling again and it makes him chuckle.
"Do you want that to be something I should do often?" Adrien whispers in her ear.
"I wouldn't mind seeing you do it every once and a while."
I been gone but you're still my lady
I need you at home
A soft tune suddenly came on the radio that was open while they were practicing his lines.
[Y/N] took his hand as she stood up from the bed and pulled him so they could dance.
"Come on! You need this, the script has a couples dance." She reasoned with a laugh as she placed one of his hands on her back.
Adrien straightened up his posture and counted to three before they waltz around the small living room space of the apartment.
They smiled and laughed as they continued to dance, making up the steps as the music from the radio changed from one genre to the other.
When they got tired, Adrien led [Y/N] back to the bed and put the blanket over them.
"I can't wait until you finish this movie and we'll be able to be together even more than what we're doing now." She whispered to him.
"Can't wait to live in a castle?" He joked.
"No, I can't wait to be at home with you."
"Anywhere with you is home for me." Adrien wrapped his arms around her and softly kissed her forehead as she hummed in content.
Romeo, Juliet
Balcony silhouette
Makin' o's with her cigarette
It's Juliet
"When you first saw me, what was on your mind?" [Y/N] read the script, eyes peering up from the paper to look at him.
The crisp breeze of the night hits her face, her hair flowing in the direction of the wind and Adrien couldn't help but stare at her with a smile as he leaned on the balcony railing.
"The same thought Romeo had when he saw Juliet at the balcony." He recited his lines. "I wished that I was the glove on your hand so that I could touch your cheek."
"So you're saying I'm the Juliet to your Romeo?" [Y/N] read before she broke out of character. "I do not like where this is going. Does the scriptwriter even know what happened to these two?"
"Don't get mad at the scriptwriter," Adrien chuckled. "I'm sure they know the couple died."
"I hope they do." She grumbled as she flipped over to the next page of the script.
"Hey, [Y/N]." He called out and [Y/N] looked up from the script. "You're my Juliet."
"Adrien, no!" She pouted as she playfully hit him with the script. "That's too tragic!"
He laughed and apologized as she whined that he better think of a better Shakespearean couple to compare to the both of them.
Flapper girl, flapper girl
Prohibition in curls
Hair of gold and a neck of pearls
It's flapper girl
Three Years Later . . .
Applause filled the room as [Y/N] walked down the red carpet. It was a party for the screening of the new movie she starred in and she smiled and waved at all the attendees.
She stopped, however, as she saw a familiar face just a few steps away. It was Adrien.
Their eyes met and she could see that he looked sad, an irony for the setting they're both in.
[Y/N] quickly looks away and decides to entertain the ginger haired singer beside her who sang one of the songs in the film.
She tries to ignore Adrien but she can't ignore the fact that she could feel his eyes on her.
And you can wave to all of your friends
And I'll never leave you again
He watches her, he doesn't even know why he decided to come to this party. He had the choice not to, he knows he'll just get hurt just by seeing her again. She'll get hurt by seeing him again.
Adrien could see her friends come over to [Y/N] with smiles on their faces, congratulating her and giving her warm hugs.
Oh, how he wishes he was there right beside her instead of keeping his distance and watching from afar.
"I want to talk to her, be by her side." Adrien thought. "But I don't think I can. Not after what happened. And I regret every second of it."
Would you write, would you call back baby if
I wrote you a song
I been gone but you're still my lady
I need you at home
By some twist of fate, they end up meeting at the bar. Surprise passing through each other's faces, there was an uncomfortable air between them as the bartender continued to entertain other people's orders.
"Hello, it's been a while." [Y/N] gave him a tight smile after she cleared her throat. Anxious to make even the slightest bit of conversation just to break the silence. "How have you been?"
"Could be better." Adrien truthfully answered as he smiled a bit. "How about you?"
"Alright," She replied.
"Look, I'm sorry—"
"Please don't." [Y/N] held up a hand for him to stop talking, shaking her head with a remorseful expression on her face. "I don't want to talk about it."
He contemplated for a bit before he nodded slowly.
The bartender comes by and asks for their order before he goes off and makes their drinks.
If you ain't behind my door
Then I ain't got a home anymore
"I heard you were going to take the role of Jean for 'One Summer Night'." Adrien tried to make some small talk and she nodded.
"Yes, I am interested but I don't think I'll take it." [Y/N] replied but she tried her best to avert her eyes and look at anything but him.
The opposite could be said about Adrien though, he gave her every bit of attention he could and this didn't sit all too well with her.
"Why not? Is it because I was already cast as the main lead that now you're having doubts about taking the love interest?"
"What? No!" She faced him, anger was evident on her face because it was true. She hesitated to take the role when she found out he was going to be there and she kept on avoiding giving the director a straight answer.
"I'm sorry for that, I didn't mean to—" [Y/N] caught herself and sighed.
"It's alright." Adrien gave her a small smile. "I understand. I just wish you wouldn't let the past affect the opportunities you want to take."
"Is that what happened with 'Memorabilia'?" She countered.
"The schedules didn't add up and that wasn't my fault."
Would you write, would you call back baby if
I wrote you a song
I been gone but you're still my lady and
I need you at home
"Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes.
The bartender came back with their drinks and wished them well, Adrien reached for his glass and was ready to leave until she spoke again.
"Do you ever wish things were different?"
"What do you think?" He asked.
"No," [Y/N] answered curtly despite how much she ached for him. "How about you?"
"No," Adrien replied but his mind said "Yes", he wished things were different. But since she didn't feel the same, there was no point in saying what he truly felt.
"Well then, now that's cleared up. There's nothing for us to talk or fight about." [Y/N] looked at him, the mask of a happy lady appearing on her face. He's seen this before. "You're right, let's just act respectfully with each other and forget about the past in order to not ruin our careers."
"Please say something, please disagree. Tell me you want me back just like I want you back." She thought behind the masterful facade of a bright smile. "I still love you."
Lovers come, lovers go
Lovers leave me alone
She'll come back to me
Silence engulfed them for a moment, they reached a common ground but the unresolved tension was still there. Their gaze and thoughts were the opposite of their words, their surroundings were starting to blur and get muffled.
"I should go. I hope you enjoy the party." [Y/N] finally said as she took her glass.
"I will. Congratulations on the new movie by the way." He smiled at her.
"Congratulations on your new series."
They both part ways but their tables were conveniently just a few steps away from each other, they could turn and the other would be there.
[Y/N] stared at him and Adrien smiles and raises his glass, a sign of a toast.
She in turn raised her glass as well and she gave him a polite smile.
Adrien sat there at the table surrounded by people he barely knew and watched as [Y/N] turned to the man in front of her, a bright smile adorning on her face. One that he would assume as a genuine smile that the public haven't seen for quite some time. A smile that he doubts would ever be directed at him again.
"She'll come back," He thought as he drank from his glass. "What am I saying? She won't."
Adrien stands up from the chair and leaves.
The End
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Fully Complete 6
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment, general hatred, allusions to death, toyplay, binding/restraint, whipping.
This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.
Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones
Note: Think we got one chapter left after this one but don’t worry, we will eventually have more Birch beyond that.
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
Chapter 6: Wait and you'll see
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Your ankle bent for the fifth time as you entered the small county hospital. Loki kept his hand covertly on your elbow after you jabbed him several times in the ribs on the drive over and noticed the way your eyes searched around. You couldn’t help it. Even if Jerome’s life was in the balance, you wanted nothing more than to be away from this man; if you could call him one.
The halls were sterile and the bright lights added to the sting in your eyes as you were shown to your brother’s room. A motorcycle accident, the nurse said, but Jerome’s bike was destroyed with everything else in your shop. You knew what happened was far from an accident.
His eyes were closed and tubes ran down his arms and across his face. It was a sobering sight. It reminded you of your father’s last months. You dreaded seeing anyone like that ever again. Even if Jerome was a cowardly weasel, even if he let those men trade you like livestock, he was still your kin and he was all you had left of your father.
You wiggled away from Loki and he let you as he pinched you in warning. You went to Jerome’s bedside and glanced over at your escorts. Korg actually showed an ounce of empathy as he stared at the bed.
“Can I have some privacy?” you snarled.
“We’ll be right outside. Don’t think of trying anything,” Loki reproached.
“I just want to be alone with my brother,” you curled your lip, “not everything is about you.”
You waited until you stepped out and you leaned on the bed rail. He looked so frail just laying there with machines pumping life into him. The nurse said he might wake up but they were still waiting. The only good news she had was that the surgery on his spine was successful.
“I don’t forgive you,” you whispered, “I never will but I love you.”
Your eyes pricked and you rolled them to force away the tears. The machines beeped and fanned. You shook your head and gave a grim smile.
“I want to ask how we got here but we know. We knew life would be like this. Daddy said it would. He knew you were gonna be a club man like him and he told you to hold onto your soul. He’d be so disappointed.” You sighed, “Do you know what that man is doing to me? What he’s gonna do?”
You looked away and huffed. You were angry, hurt, but not broken. Not yet.
“I can’t stop him, I know that,” you confessed quietly as you reached for his hand, “I was stupid to think I was different from those other girls. To think I’m above them. No, these men are all the same and we just gotta deal with it.”
You swallowed and pushed yourself up.
“Yeah, yeah, we know what happened to mama. Same thing’ll happen to me now,” you said, “and you’re gonna go see daddy. I hope he’s at peace, I hope you find that too.”
You turned and wiped your wet eyes. You wouldn’t let Loki see you cry. He wouldn’t have that pleasure. You would play along until you could act. You would pretend that you believed Jerome would live. You would fake, you would take, you would survive.
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The car ride was silent as you stared out the window. You were quiet, still. Even as Loki’s fingers wandered to your skirt and played with the fabric, you did nothing. You were tired and fighting wasn’t doing nothing but draining your energy. You leaned back and played with the button of the jacket. The clothes were entirely impractical against the winter.
The main road of Birch passed outside your window and Korg drove by the sidestreet where the Victorian house stood. You saw the moniker with Cleopatra and you didn’t need to ask where you were going. You didn’t even wonder why. You knew.
“You think you can behave?” Loki asked, “for your brother’s sake?”
You turned to him and resisted a snarl. You nodded and tensed as he squeezed your leg.
“Darling, I mean it. You go in there and you show the boys how tame you can be,” he smirked, “show off your new clothes.”
“I got it,” you said through gritted teeth, “but you touch my brother again and I will never stop. I won’t stop until you kill me too.”
He raised his head in triumph and flicked your chin with his finger, “we have an understanding, don’t we, darling?”
You turned and reached for the handle. He let you and followed you out smoothly. He was quick to hook his arm around your waist as Korg led the way to the bar and opened the door ahead of you. You entered and focused on keeping one foot in front of the other as your instinct told you to throttle the man at your side.
Your breath caught in your throat as your vision cleared. Steve sat with his girl and Bucky with that waitress he was fucking. You saw in her eye a feeling you knew well. Her and the mousy one shared that brittle complacency. Your sights narrowed at Bucky as you got closer and time seemed to slow.
When you reached the table, Bucky looked over and stood. He smiled between you and Loki, the amusement plain on his face. You felt the flicker inside of you. You couldn’t hold back as you slipped quickly from Loki’s grasp and around the side of the table. You latched onto the front of his jacket. You hit him across the jaw with your fist and were ready to lay another as someone caught your fist.
The voices rose around you as you kicked out and caught him in the stomach as you were wrenched away. You looked up as you growled a slew of curses and found Steve and Loki both clinging to your arms. You continued to flail.
“You fucking piece of shit,” you grunted, “I swear to fucking God, I’m going to end you!”
“What did I say?” Loki hissed as they tried to rein you in.
Bucky was just as fast as he approached you and drew his gun. You didn’t still even as he aimed the muzzle at you and stared down the barrel.
“She’s fucking rabid,” Steve uttered, “Christ.”
“Do it, you fucking bastard!” You spat.
There were no thoughts, no fears, only pure rage as you stomped your feet and tried to wriggle free. You glared back at Bucky as the gun hung before him. He exhaled loudly and put it away.
“You gotta put a leash on that bitch,” Bucky said, “I told you it wasn’t going to be easy.”
“Darling,” Loki said as you yanked against his hold, “that’s enough. Surely you didn’t forget so quickly that yours is not the only life in the balance.”
You looked over at him and blinked. You unballed your hands and stilled. You were stiff as the anger tensed your entire body but you tamped it down with effort. The men slowly released you. You peered around as you seethed, the two women at the table watched you in shock but beneath, you saw intrigue.
You raised your hands in surrender and looked at Bucky. Your jaw locked but you forced the words out. “I’m sorry.”
“Huh?” he raised his brows as his own anger receded, “what was that?”
“I’m sorry,” you enunciated, “alright?”
He laughed and looked you up and down dramatically, “didn’t think you’d get this far,” he said to Loki, “she looks like a woman.”
It took everything you had not to try again. You backed away as Loki removed his jacket and you mirrored him. He pulled out a chair and pointed you down with sneer. He sat beside you and rolled his shoulders as he fixed his blazer.
“Apologies for our lateness, we did have to make a detour,” he said, “I promise, I will keep her in line for the rest of the night.”
Bucky poked his cheek with his tongue and sucked his teeth, “you better,” he grinned.
You looked to your lap and unbent your fingers as your nails dug into your palm. You peeked around and caught the eye of Bucky’s girl and for a moment you just stared back. She was pensive and tilted her head before she looked away. You might not be entirely alone.
💀
“I am unimpressed with that scene,” Loki hissed as Korg clung to your arm and angled you up the stairs ahead of them, “but I will give you a choice. Do I punish you or your brother?”
You reached the top and turned down the hallway. You entered the bedroom without resistance as the burly toady kept his grasp on you. You turned with him and watched Loki enter.
“I’m sorry, really. I deserve… punishment. Not him,” you said stiffly as you swallowed. The words were like bile in your throat.
“Oh, darling, that is the smartest thing I’ve heard you say,” he slithered, “Korg, get her clothes off.”
You blinked and looked up at Korg. He returned your gaze doubtfully and glanced back at Loki.
“Sir?” he asked.
“You heard me,” Loki said as he went over the chest of drawers and pulled the top one out, “get her naked and put her on the bed.”
“I can do it myself--”
“No, Korg, do as I say and hold her down,” he turned as he held some leather straps and you scrunched your nose as you tried to decipher all the crisscrossing.
“Sir, I--”
“You know I don’t like to repeat myself and I’ve already done so once,” he snapped, “so do it.”
Korg let you go and you bent quickly to undo your boots. He watched you take them off and you put your back to him, “the zipper,” you said quietly. He pushed it down and you held your arms straight as he tugged the sleeves past your wrists. He jerked you unintentionally as the dress gather at your waist and apologized.
You steeled yourself and stepped out of the fabric as it fell to your ankles. It felt like giving up but it was the only way. It was a means to an end. You bit down as Korg fumbled with your bra and stuttered. You reached back to help him and the cleared his throat.
“Hurry up, you fool,” Loki growled.
Korg hesitated as he pushed down your stockings one at a time and then slipped your panties off your hips. He stood and gripped your arm, lighter than before. You let him move you to the bed and Loki stopped him.
“Raise your foot, darling,” he bent and opened the leather straps.
You obeyed and he nodded to the other. You lifted your other foot and put it back down. He pulled it up your legs and zipped the harness up to your waist. The leather straps wounded around your pelvis and thighs but offered no cover, just a strap along your cunt.
“Put her arms back,” Loki demanded as he rose and came around you. He pointed behind you and your wrists were buckled into the cuffs attached to the thickest strap on the harness, your arms bound behind you. “Very good, now on the bed… face down.”
Korg gently guided you down and you wiggled onto the mattress. Loki dismissed him curtly and the door closed, marking a stolid silence. You kept your face away from Loki and tested the resistance of the harness. Even if you could get free, you wouldn’t get far.
“What is the matter, darling?” he taunted as you heard the rustle of fabric.
“You know, trying not to wretch at the thought of you touching me,” you snipped.
“Oh, is that what you think your punishment is?” he mused and the air was cut with the bite of leather before it lashed across your ass, “you’ll be begging for my touch when I’m through.”
You held your breath as he laid another strike and another and your body jostled on the bed with each. You knotted your fingers and every muscle in your body was rigid. You felt the welts rising on your skin but you focused on the pain. It kept you from crying, from thinking. It kept the humiliation from drowning you.
Was it worth it? Could you live with the shame when it was over?”
He stopped as you panted shallowly. He snickered and you heard him moving around again. He tutted and the mattress dipped as he pushed your legs apart. He pulled on the strap along your cunt and slid a smooth, slightly curved object between it and your skin. He tightened the buckle at the back of the harness so that the silicon was snug to your clit.
He poked his finger along it and it began to vibrate. You sucked in your breath as your body responded to the pulsing. He retreated off the bed and you pushed your legs together. That only made the sensation more intense and you tugged desperately at the cuffs as you rolled onto your side.
“It said about twelve hours battery if kept on low,” he said, “just enough to keep you awake but not enough to do much else.”
You bared your teeth as your eyes threatened to roll back and growled. Your feet arched as you bent your legs slightly and tied to shift the vibrator. You crushed your hands as you wiggled onto your back and dug your heels into the mattress.
“I am patient, darling, you’ve helped in that,” he taunted, “but oh, it is worth the wait to see you squirm.”
“Oh, you prick, why don’t you just… get it… over with?” your breaths caught as the toy buzzed against you.
“Where is the fun in that?” he ran his hand down your thigh and you flinched, “and you kept me waiting long enough. You will know the same pain.”
“I fucking hate you,” you sneered as you rocked back and forth and pushed your head back into the bed.
“I know,” he said gleefully, “it makes it all the better.”
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until dawn; pt. II - ljn
part I | part II
⤑ summary: basic number one rule of the museum is not to touch the art. but no one told jeno that falling for one of them isn’t allowed either.
⤑ pairing: jeno x female reader
⤑ word count: 12.2k
⤑ genre: ANGST, fluff, romance, smut (f receiving, dom!jeno waow, dirty talk, wrap it everyone) | broke architecture major!jeno, historical figure!reader, enemies to lovers!au, college!au, night at the museum-inspired!au
⤑ warnings: references to actual historical figures, explicit language, graphic details, major heartbreak caused by another party, expect time jumps too
⤑ author’s note: happy jeno day!! i’ve been so excited to post this part, and i’m happy we’re here!! perhaps, this is the last long fic i’ll write for a while so i can rest, but i’ll still be posting short stories within the weeks to come! i’m excited for may to say the least hehe
btw, for the smut scene (indicated with **), i highly recommend you listen to strange (feat. hillary smith) by kris bowers!! this song is from the bridgerton soundtrack, and oh man, the feels!!
with that, enjoy!
italicized text either means they are personal notes or flashbacks.
this was meant to be more angsty, but either way, i screamed every time i wrote something gut-wrenching.
⤑ taglist: @renjunniehome
⤑ ctto above!!
⤑ leave me some feedback, constructive criticism, or hellos!
“You ready to get your butt beaten by me, Lee?”
“Prepare your final words when I win instead, (Y/L/N).”
Mischievous banter exchanged between you two became a new norm. Almost every night, someone within the art pieces established a contest over anything and it released the competitive sides of you two. So far, Jeno has been winning. Not like it hurt your pride, but maybe just once, you could conquer one game to feel better. Not only that, there’s a mini penalty for the loser. So far, you’ve cleaned up the lobby yourself and acted cutely to everyone the entire evening (or aegyo as Jeno called it).
Tonight, a game of archery was held by the Greek gods. They pushed away any extra pieces away, leaving the whole room vacant with two boards right beside Zeus’ throne. Numerous arrows were produced and sharpened, Zeus in the center announced to everyone participating.
“It’ll be 1 on 1 games. First to go are Jeno vs (Y/N), followed by Athena vs. Hermes, Cleopatra vs. Freddie, and last would be Hades vs Aphrodite.”
Cutting the chase, you didn’t expect Jeno to be that good at archery. Sure, he told you that he took classes with his friends for fun when he was younger, though it showed that he’s a fast learner and even hit one bullseye in the middle of the game.
Not slightly threatened until the last rounds, you fixed your aim and lessened your overthinking when preparing to shoot. Thus, you scored 2 bullseyes shot. It was a close fight, having the audience on the edge on their feet again because it’s the two of you. Your dynamic with the night guard always elevated the mood, shifting their bets over and over again.
By 1 point, you received your first victory against Jeno. Unlike you, he showcased his sportsmanship sweetly without any comments of disbelief. He’s never bragged about anything big in his life, not unless it’s a high grade for his plate. Normally, he celebrated wins in a laid-back manner. But don’t be fooled: he loves giving penalties.
“This is why I don’t make bets with my friends because I really go for their weak spots.”
“You’re cynical, Lee Jeno.”
“Only if you’re close to me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“Aren’t we already past that stage?”
Almost halfway through his job, he sustained a meaningful friendship with you. Out of everyone, you were his default person to hang out within the nights he had a shift. If he wasn’t present, he made sure to give you small treats or gifts as much as possible. An innocent friendship, it was that the world would’ve never believed in.
Or was it?
“To celebrate your win, what do you want me to do?”
“You’re too kind for me to play around with, even if you’re the complete opposite of me.”
“I’ll make it simple and worthwhile since I don’t know when I’ll win a game again.” As your finger tapped your temple as you pondered deeply, a smart idea came through. “Grant me 3 wishes.”
He chuckled, lowering himself to view you better. “Am I like some genie now to you?”
“No room to complain, I won, didn’t I?” You grinned, raising one brow to show your dominance.
“You’re petty in your own way, aren’t you?”
“Perhaps. Now come on, I want to use my first wish.” You shrugged it off like no big deal, loving the high feeling of triumph. You lead him to the center of the lobby, where a beautiful grand piano only selected people get to play during exhibits. “Open the museum piano.”
Ever since you were brought to life, you never used it. Tempting but because people from the outside might here, maybe it’s time to try something new. A new challenge, and besides, you missed entertaining people through it. The last time you touched the delicate piano keys was to your family before you ran away.
It’s a good thing that in the shackle of keys Jeno held, the needed key was there. Unlocking the lustrous black instrument, you sat by the matching black bench. Crackling your fingers, you tested by pressing a few keys to get the hang of it again.
“What are you planning to play, (Y/N)?” Jeno leaned against the side, his arms crossed.
Humming the first notes of your piece, the nostalgia ran through your veins. “Nocturne No. 2 in E flat by Chopin.”
Your fingers took off and played each chord slowly and calmly. This piece reminded you the most of your mother, who sat by the couch in front of your old piano with your father while guests from the party they hosted crowded around you. Being the youngest, they often requested you to perform as entertainment so you always put your best foot forward. Or so you tried.
Nevertheless, no one else in your family was capable to play this piece as perfectly as you. By the way your eyes closed and your body swayed to the mellow tune, Jeno observed how you memorized this piece by heart. A passionate flame you were, outshining every pianist out there.
He wasn’t surprised at how multi-talented you were, though there’s a different kind of aura you present when you played the instrument. From your hard and tough front, you could be soft and sweet to the right people.
In a way, you showed your comfort toward the boy by serenading him with the piano. Sketching him with him in the past was one thing, but this was another. You’d sketch with people you’ve grown used to, but you play piano to people you want to cherish in your life. As dangerous as it seems, Jeno was someone special to you, only wanting to have good moments with him.
Junmyeon will always have a huge part in your museum life, but Jeno filled the emptiness that he left behind. This loneliness for a human friend vanquished thanks to Jeno, and you didn’t want to jeopardize it at all. Sure, whenever he acted like a gentleman around you, let you inside the Foreign Art Room, or brought you food sometimes, you couldn’t help feel honored.
Though lately, every time he showed off his strength when he defeated Zeus and Hades during an arm wrestle game the god held again. You seriously had to catch a breath at every flex his arms made, like the goddesses. Maybe how he pushed his black hair back when he’s drawing another plate, you’d give yourself a few extra seconds to see his long fingers skim through them. He’d bit his lower lip when he’s in too deep with his creativity, wondering if he’d bite the lower lip of the girl he’d ki-
All right, (Y/N), relax. Maybe you’re thinking this way because it’s been decades since your last relationship. You wouldn’t want to fall for another possible trap and hurt yourself again, right?
Ever since this job, Jeno’s university life drastically changed. Yes, he still hung out with his friends and performed extremely well in his classes, though he prioritized anything related to the museum wherever he was. If they were drinking out, he’d buy an extra bottle of soju for you on his way back to the dorm. Rarely does he get shitfaced anyways.
If he and Renjun visited the bookstore to purchase pens or any art-related materials, he always bought either an extra sketchpad or set of pens. Even if you were simply a figure to everyone else, he appreciated the bond you both developed.
Every night, he’d tell you about his day from the start. Normally, it consisted of a lot of schoolwork and coffee, some stories about his roommates too. Speaking of them, he’d insert a lot of humorous words about his entire group of friends, whom you learned their names too.
Mark, Jaemin, Renjun, Jisung, Chenle, and Donghyuck, each of them presented a different color in their group. Jeno, who’d admitted to being shy and quiet, grew out of his shell because of them. A friend of Jeno’s would automatically be a friend of yours, if only you were allowed to leave the museum or become a human.
Jeno learned more about your past explorations that never got documented because you no longer had an interest in jotting them down. They were adventures you’d kept to yourself, memories only close to you then would know. Except now, Jeno was another addition. You’re not the type to instantly open to people, though again, a sense of relief surrounded him every time you encounter each other. It grew gradually like a warm hug, softening your heart and breaking your walls.
The more he spent time with you, nothing feared Jeno the slightest. He’s always maintained himself intact, avoiding lines to be crossed and giving respect to those who deserve it. However, he began to question himself where exactly his feelings lie with you after Jaemin tried to set him up on a blind double date just so the best friend of his date wouldn’t feel left out.
He’s rarely one to get crushes on people, even when other girls in his college openly showed their affection towards him. Valentine’s Day or his birthday, several girls sent him chocolate or flowers. Jaemin and Renjun got sick of girls reaching out to them first so they could reach him. It’s not because he’s not the dating type, but because he’s so goal-oriented that unlike his roommates, he doesn’t have a slight clue about dating.
Though one-night stands while at a party and dating were completely different, he’d still say he had experience with girls. Plus having an older sister, he never took advantage of them. He’d rather tell them in person that the feelings weren’t mutual than ghosting them. He’s not like Jaemin anyways.
With that, he’s so lost when his heart beats twice as fast the second you’ve woken up from your posing slumber. He doesn’t comprehend how flustered he’d be when you highly insist to help him with his plate or how cute he finds it when you’re playing fetch with Mochi. On top of it, when you chose to sketch each other for one of your sketching sessions, he’d take a longer stare at your visage before he drew some strokes.
A lot of historical accounts mentioned how your beauty was the standard of the Victorian era, wherein you were the jewel of your neighborhood and numerous men wanted your hand. Women envied you, especially having high intelligence skills that were equivalent to a man. That time, that felt like a threat to most men. Though surprisingly, it turns out there were men who liked intelligent girls.
Jeno knew he liked you as a friend, though liking you past that he didn’t intend. Nor was it allowed because it’ll break one of the golden rules. Before he’d go beyond contemplating, he had to stop himself. This was so unlike him. The feelings will fleet away, he’d repeat to himself. Don’t waste a great friendship because of your silly emotions.
Individually, both of you swallowed these harboring feelings down your guts and simply kept your friendship status safe. Doing your typical activities or whatever else you could think of, none of you minded to change it whatsoever.
Unknown to you though, it was obvious to the other art pieces ones that you two practically passed off as young lovers. Although they know that pushing one towards the other went against the rules, Aphrodite begged to differ.
“Holding them back from expressing what they really feel just because of the law here is a tragedy. They should at least try, you know?”
On another typical night, Jeno invited you to the Theater Room for a movie marathon. After finding out that you’ve never seen any moving pictures, he wanted to be there to introduce it. Luck was on his side to not have plates or requirements due for the week and everyone was behaving themselves, so he started with rolling out short films from the 88mm projector. Having premade popcorn and drinks, the two of you shared roars of laughter and emotional tears.
Switching to the cd player for longer and clearer films, you’d opt to believe that you were born at the wrong time. With all these advancements, it came with a lot of new beliefs. One of them was allowing women to study and work. Then again, she was a pioneer according to historians. Without her, it wouldn’t help shape society as it is today.
Nonetheless, this movie Jeno played on the big screen was what he defined as “one of the classics”, 10 Things I Hate About You.
This outspoken character named Kat was presenting a poem to her class, trying to hold in her raw emotions towards Patrick, the boy who broke her heart. Too engaged, you didn’t notice how Jeno stretched his arms out so he could wrap one around your shoulder. Not that you were complaining, his warmth reassuring you safety.
“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.” The way she attempted to keep her strong ground only reminded you of where you were weeks ago, especially once she excruciatingly broke down.
“I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” Only when you leaned back to the chair, you felt his arm. His thumb caressing your covered shoulder, you peeked him a little bit. His eyes fixated on the screen, absorbed in the acting and how Kat’s tears weren’t scripted as she stormed out of the classroom.
Not that you were her, but it sparked the past memory of how you merely disliked him because of his job. But as a person, not even close, not even once did you hate him. How blessed that he never judged you for it, staying patient all this time.
Right before he could look back at you, you moved your face back to resume your watching. Jeno definitely noticed what you did, though not sure as to why. Whatever it was, it wasn’t harmful.
Once the film ended, Jeno checked his watch for the time. 4 am, he wanted to do something else now instead of film viewing. You were on par with it, wanting to walk it out after being seated for hours. As you both cleaned up and bid the posters outside goodbye, the doors to the museum were locked unexpectedly. Impossible on Jeno’s half because he had the keys for every room, but he double-checked his bunch.
Alas, the keys for these doors specifically were missing. But there was no other way anyone could’ve gotten it, plus it’s not like the last person he talked to, which was Aphrodite, would need it.
Or did she?
Rather than putting any blame on each other, your only wish now was to return to your section before sunrise. You and he could just relax momentarily before yelling for help.
“Maybe we should watch another film first?”
“Alright, you choose while I return the rest.”
As Jeno inserted the cd of Cinema Paradiso inside, the background music of the opening played. He hummed the first notes, already feeling the love from this film. Another must-see classic as recommended by Renjun, he wanted to rewatch it with you.
Slowly returning each cd and film roll to their respective drawers, the melodious theme had you waltzing in the small space. Even beyond your life, classical music never gets old. Aging like fine wine, sounding spectacular as time passes because of people’s creativity.
Jeno gazed over your sudden movements, smiling uncontrollably at how immersed you were as you multi-tasked. However, you took a wrong turn by the desk and almost dropped a priceless film roll. But before you fully slipped and fell, a pair of strong arms caught you at the right time. Panting from the nerves, mostly when he was inches from your face. Never has he pressed his body this close to you to protect you, and never have you seen his captivating eyes this up close.
As enchanting as the background music of Ennio Morricone was, it only became noise once Jeno took ahold of the film roll on your hand and placing down on the desk. Taking another step closer, you were backed up by the edge. Not to mention how his height dignified his impact on you, your arms were still situated by your side with nowhere else to go.
That was until his finger elevated your chin so he could meet you on eye-to-eye level. His other hand gripping your waist, you became brave enough to place your hands by his broad shoulders. Licking your lips, you glanced at his lips quickly. But he noticed it, and as risky as this was, it was a leap of faith to take.
“May I kiss you?”
Always such a gentleman, even when he already knew how much you desired him through your returning affections. Calming your breath patterns by the speed of everything occurring, you came back to your senses. He’s the one who constantly told you not to forget your roots, so you were going to take this one.
You trust him, and he does too.
“Yes.”
Since the first film, some kind of tension increased the closer he moved or intimate his actions were towards you. You kept pushing it back in hopes not to ruin what you both have. But it only turned out to be mutual, especially how none of you held back as soon as his lips passionately clashed yours.
Tangling your arms around his neck, you stood on your tiptoes to press even closer to him. Feeling his lively heart pumping against your hollow chest, you bit his lower lip. Something you’ve secretly craved to do, he growled from the pleasure. He hoisted your waist to the desk, his impatient hands earnestly traveling all over your body. While your legs locked around his torso, your feisty nature leaned back so your entire body lied on the small desk.
Jeno was on top, placing one hand down to hold himself while the other squeezed your waist firmly. Even if you’re made of wax, you’re like an actual living woman at night. Everything about you becomes real until dawn. You emitted vulgar moans, giving him more access to your neck. Peppering a mix of soft to hard kisses, your hand teasingly snaked under his shirt. He really wasn’t joking when he bragged that he was quite ripped since he enjoyed sports and going to the gym, cupping a part of his toned abdomen.
“If you want something, all you have to do is ask.” He sluggishly sucked the area between your ear and neck, one of your weakest spots. “What’s on your mind, baby?”
The growing moistness in between your legs left a stain in your panties, trying to close your legs out of embarrassment. It’s been decades since you’ve been stimulated like this. However, Jeno beat you to it as he trailed the hand that was on your waist and lowering it right above your covered sex. He cupped it agonizingly slow, making you folding your leg from the pleasure. For a man who doesn’t date around, he knew exactly what he’s doing.
“I just kissed you, and you’re already this soaked. Can you handle me, baby?”
As the strong woman that you present yourself to be, it would selfishly take the right touch from the right man to weaken you. With his savage lips back on yours while your hands clutched on his shirt, he was simply waiting for a verbal answer, yet driving you completely mad. Everything was happening so fast, and here he was to please you in anywhere you seem fit.
You were deprived, and oh, you needed it more than ever.
However, seconds before you replied, there was loud rumbling from the main doors which stopped your devilish antics. As Jeno moved back from you to see the ruckus, you lifted yourself back up, pulling back your dress sleeves and flattening out the creases. The last thing you wanted was a trail of familiar red marks from the aggressive male, finding any reflective surfaces to check.
“I wouldn’t be that dumb to leave you hickies now, would I?” Jeno ended your worries as he placed his hands by your side again. His face leaned towards yours again, reliving the warmth in your cheeks. His lips were plumper, catching traces of your coral lipstick smudged there down to his jaw. He slotted himself again between your legs, grazing a hand on your waist and the other to your warm cheek. “The door’s unlocked now, and it’s 5 am. Do you want to clean up now?”
You playfully scoffed, aware that neither of you had plans to do that yet. Such a player while in the heat of the moment.
“Spare me 15 more minutes with you first.”
Hiding the romance you’ve both built failed without trying. Aphrodite spotted all the signs from your open physical affection and words of admiration, calling you two out in front of everyone without shame. She is the goddess of love, after all. You couldn’t fool her even if you tried.
Plus, she’s the one who locked the two of you up in the Theater Room that night. But neither of you know that.
“Sketch my ideal home?” Jeno bent down to the table, testing out his newly bought pens so they wouldn’t spill.
“Isn’t that why you decided to pursue Architecture in the first place? Come on now!” You pestered across him, opening your new sketchpad since your last one ran out of pages. As expected, Jeno bought you one when he went to the bookstore. As much as you insisted not to because he should use the money somewhere else, he did it anyway. He loved your works, encouraging you in any way he could.
When he was reminded of his humble beginnings of his passion for architecture by you, never had he envisioned exactly how his perfect home would be like. Settling down was so far beyond his mind, only focusing to graduate university then study for the licensure exams. However, he did miss drawing something for fun, not as a requirement. He also was the one who took charge of designing his dorm.
“Fine, only if you draw what your ideal home would’ve been if you never left London.”
Now as lovers, the only addition to your relationship were the public and private exchanges of affection. Deep conversations, film viewing, back and forth banter, you’re both still the same competitive duo everyone expected to be together. In public, the two of you held hands, hugged, kissed each other cheeks too when it felt right. Cleopatra’s face of fake nausea was priceless every time, while Princess Diana, Anne, and Katherine enjoyed it. It’s been years since they’ve seen this glow of adoration in you. Bit by bit, you’re going back to the old you. Except now, you’re a lot stronger.
Perhaps, this version of you proved wrong for the need for romance. Even if you made the choice not to settle down then, it would’ve been different if Jeno was in your universe then.
“Are you done there?” Jeno asked while you were finishing up your masterpiece. Life in London sounded fun when you were younger, having all these ideas on interior design and the like. An innocent time.
Instead of replying, you strode to his side and compared your pieces together. He pictured a two-story home, with a backyard and rooftop area. He definitely wanted to stay in the city as his whole life was based there. Although you preferred living in the countryside more for more freedom, you gave it a shot by pinpointing every detail of a wealthy typical Victorian-era home you liked. You desired a spacious lobby with a grand staircase in the middle, a crystal chandelier there too. The living room would have a small library and a grand piano, where wide doors leading to the grasslands were beside it.
Considering you two lived from different times, in a way your ideal homes were similar. Somewhere private, surrounded by nature and minimal furniture, you’re curious as to how it would look if the two of you fused them together. A mix of old and new, will it look pretty?
“What will look pretty?” Jeno questioned your random thought, looking back and forth at your sketches. “You know who’s pretty though?”
“If you say what I think you’re going to say, I’m lea-”
“You.”
Jeno has gotten flirtier since that night, always finding the right opportunity to flatter you. Although you denied them out of embarrassment, the butterflies in your stomach can’t lie to you.
You’re so smitten, and so was he.
Jeno’s always one to follow the rules, but so far, he’s been breaking some of them already.
Just last night, he gave Renjun access to the lively museum because he needed more research regarding you. Initially, he practically interviewed Jeno for every piece of information he gathered because he used to be so deep in the books to study everything about you. Now in the past, Renjun still couldn’t forget how Jeno drunkenly admitted how crazy he was going to be over you and your coldness whilst sobering up in the dorm.
He didn’t understand one bit by that, especially when you’re technically dead. But by the sight of the first piece Renjun saw alive, which was Zeus, he almost passed out. Piece by piece, he viewed these artworks come to life from his fresh eyes. Right before he could’ve screamed when Athena shot a lightbulb in their exhibit, you happily called out Jeno’s name.
Renjun froze on the spot upon seeing your wax figure come to life. He’s browsed through this museum numerously due to the new exhibits, but lately, he checked your section out to find any tiny details that were linked to your life. Aside from the sketchpad, compass, and hairpins, he wanted to know if there was more to your life as an explorer.
As human interactions except the night guard weren’t allowed, Renjun needed help for his project in Women Studies. Just like Jeno’s assignment, you aided him. Fruitfully answering every question he gave you, Athena popped out of nowhere to inspect Jeno.
“I see you’re breaking another rule.”
“I’m sorry, Athena. He was desperate, and it would be selfish of me to let him fail.”
“This is the last one I’ll let slide, alright?” Athena huffed, not impressed by the reckless behavior Jeno acquired over time. She saw this coming, but for a change, she couldn’t punish him. He was a young adult, still learning more about life. Only will she step in if things turn for the worst. “I can’t believe I’ve gained a soft spot for you.”
Jeno laughed, hugging the figure like his older sister. “You love me though!”
Glad to say, Renjun aced his project and kept his word of not telling anyone about the happenings in Jeno’s job. Jeno even made a makeshift non-disclosure contract so Renjun wouldn’t spill the slightest details.
Lately, so much has been happening in the museum that having alone time with each other was rare. And when you did, the two of you made sure to maximize it and make every intimate moment count. From each touch, each longing kiss, each moan, and groan, never were you left hanging whether you’re at the Theater Room, Jeno’s office, or the Foreign Art Room.
The only time the two of you went beyond the boundaries was at the indoor garden. Jeno managed to get the key to it, lighting up some candles before you invited you inside. Thanks to the magic of the Greek gods, the cameras were bewitched to display fake imageries when security checks in the morning after.
Upon your deep conversations, you’ve mentioned once or twice about the indoor garden. It was the latest addition of the museum, opening in the early 2000s. Because it was a sacred place, no art piece was ever allowed inside.
Yet again, Jeno challenged the rules again when he invited you inside. A few minutes before, he set up some lights along the hallway of the garden, where he placed a blanket, a picnic basket, and his laptop right at the end of it. The best place to view everything, he just knew you’d love it.
He was undoubtedly right once you gasped at such a pretty sight. Seeing the silhouettes of various flowers and plants together with the night sky with all the stars sparkling, it was like you’re attending another ball with your sisters, who were looking for suitors then.
Once Jeno leisurely led you until the end, he brought out all the delicacies from the basket. One of them was this Italian savory dish of dough with toppings such as cheese and pepperoni, or pizza as they named it. The next ones were fresh strawberries and melted chocolate, followed by grape juice.
“I’d drink actual alcohol with you again, only if I didn’t get shitfaced and do my job properly.”
“Point taken. Besides, this is close enough. So pour me a drink please.”
Perhaps this was the closest to a date Jeno could ever ask you out to. With the restrictions and being constrained with time, he brainstormed all sorts of ways to bring the outside world to you. From simply letting you wander around this fascinating room, he unleashed the inner romantic in him. None of his friends would’ve thought since they never asked him about it, so he kept it to himself only. Finally, he’s satisfied with what he prepared. After eating, the two of you would watch more films before the sun rose again.
You’re just the right person for him at the moment he can act that way.
After your quiet stroll and sitting back down, Jeno surprisingly handed you a tiny box.
“A gift?”
“Open it.” He sipped on his juice, paying attention to your actions. Gently untying the box, the amazement in your eyes couldn’t fathom such a lovely present. No words were required to verify that Jeno outdid himself again, just your facial expression alone is enough.
When Jeno said that he pays attention to the tiny details, he doesn’t bluff. Throughout your growing relationship, you’ve cited how you wanted another special flower in your life. Just because you couldn’t view lavender roses the same way ever again, it didn’t mean you wanted to kick them out of your life. Flowers were one of nature’s beautiful creations, so you’re wishing to find the love you once had for lavender roses in other ones.
Thus, you came across what you thought held the highest form of meaning: red roses. Despite its thorns, it’s still a marvelous flower. Innocently, you told him that just because of the memory of your father giving them to your mother on her birthday yearly.
Red roses represented true love and romance, a discreet message only those eager would know.
Jeno was one of them, which was why he reserved this gift for this very moment. It was a necklace he found through a college fair recently, a subtle red rose pendant in the center. Since he couldn’t give you huge gifts, he settled for something light. Something none of the guards or the director wouldn’t pinpoint out when they do their inspections.
“Do you like it?”
Not one utter from your mouth since you’re so hypnotized, your lips quirked up in a charming smile. “Is that even a question? This is astonishing, Jeno.”
After you attempted to put it around your neck, Jeno sighed and stepped in to help you out. “Turn around, (Y/N). Let me.”
The tension gradually heightened once you held your hair up so Jeno accessibly viewed your clean neck. Clasping the lock, it took all his might to hold himself back from you. Even from behind, your silhouette was attractive to him. The lights he set up weren’t helping the slightest of what he’s thinking to do with you.
“Done.” He breathily whispered in your ear.
**
If he thought he was the only one feeling something powerful, he’d be more than wrong. The lingering sensation of his slim fingers gracing your décolletage area unhinged another kind of want, the one you’ve only imagined in your mind when you were needy and alone. It shouldn’t be a sin unless you’re with the person you’ve fallen for, right?
Facing him again, the eye contact didn’t last long when you were the first one to strike a move. Jeno kissed back right away, his hands pulling you closer by your waist. Whatever sultry music Jeno played, it gave you the perfect momentum to grind on his lap. He groaned against kisses, adding his tongue. His thumbs sensually rubbed your hipbones, one of your hands toying around with his hair while the other one balled up his shirt by the chest. None of you cared if anyone caught you.
The last time you’ve been this aggressive was at the Theater Room, which eventually increased the hidden lust you’ve had towards each other. Taking things slowly at first, it’s about time to delve in for more. The mood was already set from the start, even if Jeno didn’t plan this to happen here. But being the prepared man he is, he did have a condom in his back pocket.
Your fingers trailed from his neck until his crotch. He was hard, sensing how suffocated he must be. But he kept himself in control. Locking eye contact, you sweetly spoke.
“Grant my second wish, Jeno.” That same hand of yours held one of his, planting it in your breast. “Make love to me.”
Giving the go-signal, he crashed his lips on yours while stripping you off your dress. Carefully, he turned you around to untie your tight corset. Once it fell, your neck leaned sideways as his lips attacked it madly. Your breaths were tremulous, placing both his hands on your freed breasts to knead with. His touch felt like fire on your skin, yet you couldn’t stop.
“Jeno,” Obscene moans from your lips choked out. You desired more, shifting back to face him again to attack his lips. Slowly feeling one of his hands laying you down, you spread your legs with ease just for him. He parted after your head landed on the cushion to unbutton himself. The way your mouth dropped to selfishly stare at his bare body, flexing them before getting back into position. He was fit and toned just as Cleopatra predicted.
As much as Jeno knew how wild your thoughts were getting, he was more taken aback by your perky chest.
“Fuck, you are divine.” He sucked one nipple as his fingers ventured to slip your panties down. So much was going on, you didn’t know which stimulated you more. You tried to close your legs around his hand, but he slapped your inner thigh to stop you.
The cool breeze shivered you, especially from your core. Jeno’s fingers adventurously grazed from your hip area to your lower lips. He teasingly rubbed it up and down in your essence, his index finger settling it right at your needy clit. Another moan escaped your lips, an opportunity for Jeno to slide his tongue in your mouth. Enjoying the moment, his fingers dipped inside you. A gasp broke your kiss, making him giggle in your ear.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Oh, angel. The things I want to do with you.”
Sliding them back and forth, curling it even, you squirmed for more. Dropping himself to meet your core, Jeno placed your legs on his shoulder. Pushing you closer, his steamy breath felt like friction. Your hips grinded against it, so he gripped on them so you stay put.
“Angel,” He chuckled darkly, his crotch tightening at how powerless you looked. “You’re so pretty.”
You were drenched from arousal. But to Jeno, you were glowing under the lights. He wanted to take his time to admire what he had done to you. His independent girl, only weak for him.
His fingers unfolded in your lower lips, diving in to your orbit. You could hardly speak from his skilled mouth, especially his tongue savagely lapping your clit in numerous paces. You’ve only daydreamed about what it could do aside from kissing, and it exceeded your expectations. By the heated sensation that had the heels of your feet digging his back deeply, you affirmed to have seen more stars than the night sky above you.
Your back arched uncontrollably while his hands grasped your hips to stay in place, the tears in your eyes formulating while tugging on his hair. Your thighs clenched around his face, but his broad shoulders widened it to taste more of you. No use of pulling away when his grip on you was tight, so you could only cry out from the pleasure.
“Fuck!”
The ringing sounds in your off were going off, your throat drying up from moaning once another orgasm was about to hit. Once the knot in you snapped, nothing could hold back your screams of pleasure whilst panting for air. Sensitive as he licked every remaining essence he caused, he smirked as he got up to unbuckle his jeans.
Oh, boy. He got quite a package behind his boxers.
Even while you were overly sensitive, you had to grasp it in your hands. He was yours, and you were his.
The way you clenched around his protected length, pausing to readjust yourself to the feeling. The foreplay deemed helpful, though the girth of him overwhelmed you. He stretched you out so good.
“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” The stunned face you made was expected, still feeling worried that it may be too much.
Biting your lip, you moaned once everything felt bearable. “You can move, Jeno.”
None of you could track exactly how many rounds you went through. Even in the semi-public area, it didn’t hinder either of you. There’s that thrill, and surprisingly enough, you both shared the liking of it. Always switching the positions, you decided to call it quits after another sloppy round in missionary. Something seeing Jeno on top, fully submitting yourself to him, made you feel calm to be vulnerable. It’s really the trust you’ve established from the start, making you rely on humans again once you’ve let the past be.
Jeno brought out another blanket, initially meant for cuddling. It was still applicable though, curling your body into a spoon towards his racing chest. Music was no longer noise, the intimacy creeping back instead of lust this time. The afterglow of Jeno, sweaty and knackered as his legs sprawled under the sheet, was a sight for sore eyes. He’s always been handsome while on duty, but post-sex gave him an extra boost.
Plus there’s pride from the red marks courtesy of you on his chest, grazing over it softly.
Jeno chuckled softly at your smooth fingers, lifting them up to kiss them tenderly before kissing your lips again. Only humans were capable of and to love, but you’re some kind of an exception. Regardless of the magic from the plate, you’d be able to love too if it weren’t for your background.
There’s so much love Jeno wanted to offer you, even if he hasn’t said it out loud yet.
Perhaps one reason was because time was beginning to tick. Finals were a few weeks away, then the one-month long semestral break until a new semester kicks off. Time really flew by, and his bank account and heart expanded too. Enjoying the now was all he could think of doing, but those uncertainties bothered him.
The biggest would be where you and he would stand when his job ended.
Jeno was too absorbed in his internal debate, as portrayed by his eyes staring off in space and running his hand in his hair repeatedly. Something was disturbing him, and you’re concerned as to what it was.
“Jeno,” Around his arm, you tapped his chest to get him out of it. “What’s going on in your head?”
Jeno approached every obstacle he faces straightforwardly, not wanting to let him hold back. Rarely did he keep secrets, especially from you. Instead of hiding away, he voiced it out.
“(Y/N), will we work out?”
“What do you mean, Jeno?”
You’re so occupied in the present that thinking of the future was never in your field. Like him, you’re just enjoying being in the moment. Though after tonight, it’s making you wonder if there’s a future.
“Well,” He placed his hand on top of yours, affectionately observing you. “Times flies faster when you’re having fun, and well, the semester is ending.”
His last words crushed a part of your heart, remembering his initial plan. None of you expected your friendship to bloom into what it is now, but life was just full of surprises without a schedule. At the same time, none of you wouldn’t have it any other way.
It may have been a few months since you two committed to each other, but the spark was still strong. It wasn’t like a summer romance kind of feeling. Time was not a determinant of love either, which you were certain of it with Jeno. A lot more than Junmyeon.
It should’ve frightened you when you realized your love for Jeno, but it didn’t. Even if you didn’t age physically, your mindset did. You’ve learned to forgive your younger self, and through Jeno, you let your guard down completely. From that, you let love in. Platonic to your fellow art pieces, and all of the above to Jeno.
Throughout your relationship, you regained all confidence in yourself and everything you set your mind to.
“I wouldn’t want to worry too much about it if I were you.” Your body flipped to lie on your stomach, resting your head on your palm.
“Why shouldn’t I, angel?”
Gazing back at him, you left a velvety kiss on his lips to rest his thoughts. His hand wrapped your neck, deepening it. But you pulled away with a giggle, all too knowing of his secret intentions as his cock began to harden again. His eyes narrowed down and his lower lip stuck out at your attempt of being a tease.
But enough about sex, you wanted to address a point.
Lee Jeno was going to be the biggest risk you wanted to take and fight for, and no one should try to stop you.
“I’ll ask Circe for a potion. For me, for you, for us.”
If it weren’t for insistent questioning towards every art piece, who kept their mouths shut, only Circe herself banished him from his suffering. Her series of potions varied, and the one you requested years ago which you threw out was capable of turning any art piece into a living human. No potion of Circe ever failed, so you entrusted your life for the day you do drink it.
“Are you sure, angel?”
Jeno knew about that one specifically, and as great to hear that you never threw it out, he never put pressure on you. He wanted you to do whatever felt right, even if deep down, he wished you’d use it. He was only worried about how the flow of the entire museum would be disrupted.
Typical Jeno always looking out for you, but you saw right through his concern. Here you were, caressing his check as reassurance. With an honest smile,
“I’ve never been more certain with anything in my life here until you came, Lee Jeno.”
Jeno opened up more to his life outside the museum, telling all sorts of experiences not just his days as a university student. From his childhood, his family, his travels, heck you even want to meet his friends at this point!
Newly, he shared with you how the sunrise and sunset looked like in Seoul with much vivacity. It’s a luxury as a human to witness as day breaks and ends, so you could imagine by yourself how it would look like. Sure, you had drawings and all, but that was from the real (Y/N) (Y/L/N).
This version of you wanted to live more; that’s your greed now.
“You’ve never touched snow too, right?” Jeno, who had his arm wrapped around you, silently watched the first batch of snow from inside.
“Yup, that’s the thing when you’re imprisoned in this place.” You sulked by his side, earning a chuckle from him who pulled you in closer.
“Don’t tell me now that you despise this place.”
“I don’t, but it hinders me to experience new things. The whole pattern of being awake at night by a plate gets tiring, Jeno.”
All Jeno would do when you’re frustrated was placing your head on his shoulder, listening as you talk.
“I know, angel. But it won’t be long until you leave this place with me, right?”
“You know it!” You interlocked your hands with him, eyes trained at every falling snowflake.
Sometimes, moments in silence with Jeno were all you needed for the night. Being within each other’s presence, focusing or admiring something from afar, it was all the peace you’ve needed from the bustling art pieces.
This week was the last of the semester, and Jeno’s off duty for tonight to focus on his exams. You’ll see him tomorrow night, which was his last shift ever, and also yours too.
Perhaps the biggest milestone you’re committing to without any regrets.
However, it took an unnecessary conversation you accidentally eavesdropped on to rock your decision.
You needed more ink after running out mid-way of sketching the sculptures as a secret parting gift. Before you could take a single step inside your exhibit room, a series of voices were full-on arguing. Booming back and forth, you peeped your ear out whilst hiding against the door.
“Athena, how dare you did to her?! She’s done so well from moving on from it, falling in love even! And now you’re telling me this?!” The distinct voice of Princess Diana, who spoke sweetly most of the time, boomed towards the Greek god. “You’re heartless.”
“I did what I had to do for the sake of this place, Diana!” Athena raised her voice, the lightning in her hands holding back from lashing out. She hated it when anyone argued with her, especially when she does things according to what she believed was necessary. Out of everyone, she had more leadership. “She had to know that her place is here as a wax figure, not outside. Talking Junmyeon out of it was for the best, plus it’s ideal when he drank the potion of memory loss from Circe.”
“But it tore her apart when he left her, and it’s going to tear her again if you do the same with Jeno.”
“How else are you going to approach the situation then, Diana? Those two have broken the highest golden rule, so they need to wake up.”
Right when she celebrated within herself for healing, hearing the unbearable revelation behind the past devastated you. This whole time, she internally blamed herself for being ageless and lashed out at others. The scary past barged back in, and you couldn’t handle it anymore.
Somewhere in the corner, you wept without a trace. You could care less about Athena’s opinions, but you found yourself agreeing to some of her words. You had a role to fulfill, and leaving that behind would be selfish and it could make the museum go topsy-turvy. As painful for Junmyeon to leave you, it was because the truth hurts. Nothing could change it, even if Circe could be your solution because it’ll leave a lot of questions. You didn’t want Jeno to be seen as a suspect.
Oh, Jeno.
There’s nothing wrong with falling in love either, you didn’t intend it to happen. But it becomes unfair when it compromises with your purpose, and that’s not how you are. You’ll always remember Jeno as your biggest risk, though it’s time to end things. Treacherous as it was to accept for you, risk-takers have boundaries too.
Fast forward, on the night of Jeno’s last shift, you’ve cherished every second with him. Playing around, chatting with other art pieces, kissing in private, you made it count. Before dawn broke, that’s where you chose to come clean by the garden, your sacred place. Not even your self-reassurance could prepare you to witness the hurt and confusion Jeno felt.
“You’re a mortal, and you still get to choose your path. Mine is already predetermined here as a wax copy of a historical figure.” You advised as you held both his hands, your voice shaking at the reality.
A few days ago, you were beaming with exhilaration at a new journey but now you’ve permanently backed out. Jeno couldn’t comprehend, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t. A life without you by his side would be empty and dull. “Even so, there are things about you that the original person didn’t have.”
Arguing with him wasn’t your favorite, and it’ll leave the two of you in a bad mood. But there is no way to negotiate this; you’ve already made up your mind. “We must end this, Jeno. You need someone who can grow old with you, and I can’t be that person for you.”
“But we can make it work!” His hands gripped on your slumped shoulders, whilst your face avoiding his to spare yourself from the heartache. “There’s still Circe.”
“I know, but recently, I found out that she’s an indirect cause of my misery.” Pulling away from his touch, you belted with frustration. “I cannot do this anymore, Jeno.”
You’ve always fought for whatever you wanted in life, and Jeno knew he was one of them if it weren’t for you telling him that. So he did the same, thinking of ways to make you feel whole. Now, he couldn’t tolerate the sudden crumbling of his heart from your outburst, and all he wanted to know was why you felt this way. How could he help you?
You don’t keep secrets from Jeno, but the truth behind your harsh actions cannot be revealed for the sake of the museum. Plus, you didn’t want him to despise this place he admired. Causing him pain wasn’t on your list, but keeping him safe was. It may be shown differently and he may not understand it now, but over time, he will.
“Jeno, you’ll find someone better out there. Someone with their whole life ahead of them, who’ll love you for everything that makes you who you are.” Repetitive punches in your guts urged you to barf at your half-lie, but you held it in.
“Why are you pushing me away? What happened to taking risks, (Y/N)?” Jeno interrogated, taking your hands in his hands again. They unconventionally quivered, like his lips. Jeno has never cried in front of anyone, not even when he was younger. Though for you, he just might. “Am I not worth it for you?”
Dear heavens, he was wrong. You internally screamed that, but you can’t let your selfishness seize the night. As Athena said, you had to wake up from your dream. “Committing to you was my biggest risk of them all, Jeno. Everything else that went along with it, I don’t regret it one bit. But time’s really up for us, and we must resume our normal duties.”
“I can’t lose you, (Y/N).”
“You never will, Jeno.”
He crouched lower to meet your height, his finger moving your head so you’d look at him back. Weakly enough, you did. “I want you to be a part of my normal life, angel.”
“I’ll always be here, you know. I’ll be standing in my usual spot upstairs, and you can drop by whenever you can.” You pressed your lips, lifting your head to avoid incoming tears. Meanwhile, he began shedding a few. You’ve hurt him big time, and you’ll never forgive yourself for this. “I still have one wish, right?”
Jeno’s sorrow was beyond his capacity, leaning his forehead against yours to kiss it. No matter what he could say or do, he already knew it won’t be effective. You’re affirmative in your choices, yet he still wanted to challenge it. All he wanted to know was why you’re doing this.
“Let me walk you one last time to your section.”
The black night sky had remnants of blue, motioning that dawn was approaching. Other figures gave their goodbyes to Jeno earlier, cleaning up their areas before they pose. Though none of them anticipated such a cold atmosphere between you two, they could only spy on what was bound to happen.
“My last wish is for you to let me go, Jeno.” You avowed, blinking your eyes with faux positivity. Your hands patted his blazer so it wouldn’t crease. “I already have a role to fulfill here, and you’re on the way to yours, future architect.”
“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Only tonight did he muster his courage to finally admit it to you after giving himself more time to analyze it. Timing was always crucial, and the badness of it showed.
Deep in your heart, you resonated the feeling. But it’ll make things more complicated, and it was the final thing you’ve wanted to occur. Someone had to be the strong one, and now, it should be you. With one more compassionate kiss on his lips, you stepped inside your section and readied your position.
“Goodbye, Lee Jeno.”
The sunshine brightened the room, and you’ve frozen to slumber again.
All Jeno could do was drop on his knees, sobbing over your rash actions. Unknown to him, a single tear left your eye as you posed.
Regardless of what status you were in, the pain of it all remained.
Jeno spent most of his semestral break with his friends to travel or whatnot, trying to forget it all. Even if he aced all his finals, his efforts felt like nothing if he never had you by his side to celebrate.
The sting over his short-lived romance with you never diminished the slightest, no one whom he could express his pain about it to especially when Renjun drank the memory wipe potion that Athena initially left for Jeno by his desk.
Forget it all, and live a peaceful life. You have so much potential, my mentee.
- Athena
Perhaps this was the same thing Junmyeon drank all those years ago, but unlike him, he didn’t have the guts to. He still wanted another chance.
So every day since the new semester began, he spent every afternoon break at your section. He’ll be seated by the bench, doing his assignments and talking about his day while sometimes stealing a glance of your figure. Some habits don’t change.
He never got sick of the same smile you exemplified, falling even more for you. He’ll often wonder what you’ve been up to.
What are your new sketches?
Are you taking care of Mochi well?
Have you apologized to Sanghoon yet?
Speaking of him, he surprisingly scooted over to Jeno’s side. This was the first time Jeno met the man, and politely enough greeted him. Sanghoon interviewed the boy, asking all sorts of questions that Jeno had every answer to. The biggest change that Sanghoon noticed since he left was your personality. You no longer bite, but treat everyone kindly without bias. You’re always active to help him out in cleaning the lobby, and you don’t go easily defensive.
Once he found out that Jeno was the reason for that, he was overjoyed at the start and wanted to meet him some way. You were a tough cookie, but now you relaxed. That was all that mattered to him, hoping to know more about him from you. That was until Diana stepped in and told him everything that happened. Mostly, the bad.
Playfulness eventually bore love. The last time you fell in love was in the 80s and Junmyeon pushed you away, he recalled. This time, you’re pushing Jeno away because you simply agreed with Athena’s points.
This wasn’t right, but it wasn’t his place to interfere.
But then again, he finally caught Jeno for the first time today and this time, he was open to hearing his side of the story. Lessen his misery too.
“No matter how stubborn she is, she loves you.” He advised him, bringing out one of your full sketchbooks. As Jeno opened it, the majority of the portraits were him. Sleeping, smiling, laughing, you drew him from every minor detail you could spot like the mole near his eye and his crescent eyes.
A handsome face I would never get sick until the end of time. Someone I want to wake up to every day in the morning if it weren’t for that plate.
- (Y/N)
Towards the end, a sketch of a house unfolded. The interior was a fusion of modernity and old royal design due to its white walls, wide space, and the placing of less furniture, plus an open backyard. There’s another tiny comment on the side from you.
I was right. Joining our varying designs together is pretty. Maybe Jeno and I could live in a house like this one day.
- (Y/N)
If you loved him so much, why did you let him go then when you had all these plans with him? Even if he tried to understand, he just didn’t.
“Don’t give up just yet when she told you to.”
“Are you just saying this or something?”
“Well, Princess Diana passed this message on but after everything, I believe that she’s right.” Sanghoon gave his opinion, but Jeno was reluctant to accept it.
“I never got a proper explanation why she suddenly changed her mind, Sanghoon.” He ranted, raking his hand through his hair from puzzlement. “Did I do something wrong?”
Sanghoon pitied him, having the upper hand and questioning himself whether to reveal the truth. However, since this boy took the job, he’s succumbed to secrecy. Without any transparency, it could drive someone mad. He’s too young for that, so Sanghoon breathed in defeat and placed his hand on Jeno’s shoulder.
“Promise me you won’t be mad when I tell you because I was when I found out; almost screamed even.”
Jeno nodded, listening to whatever Sanghoon had to say.
Of all people, he never would’ve expected Athena to do such a brash thing. Someone he respected and trusted, only to betray him by doing something she believed was good for all. Except it wasn’t, and it ended up hurting you all these years. The woman he loved, now he’s a clearer understanding of why you did what you did. Yet, it can’t fix his excruciation.
Heartbroken was an understatement; he had no one to rely on. With Sanghoon, he finally had a proper breakdown. The older man could only comfort his quietly, picturing him like one of his sons going through a hard time in school. But if it involves the heart, it’ll take more time to recover.
“You’re always the one adjusting, Jeno. But I think this time, you’re the one who needs space.”
A Year and a Half Later
“Jeno Lee!!!” Jaemin roughly wallowed his best friend in a hug when he arrived in their dorm room for the first time in a long time. “You dyed your hair blonde again!”
Renjun, who was behind the two of them, only rolled his eyes as he helped carry Jeno’s bags. “God damn it, Jaemin! You’re supposed to be helping me first!”
“I know, but give me a few seconds! I’m just happy our group is back together!”
Jeno laughed at his friends’ annoying yet silly dynamics, giddy to be back home. For a year, Jeno spent his 3rd year of university in Rome, Italy after one of his professors brought up to him about a scholarship program there for his course. At the time where he needed a change of scenery, he sent his application form and got interviewed.
Acing it, he had the opportunity to fly across the world to study and travel. His English skills surely improved, even picking up Italian words along the way due to a required class for it. He studied the history of different locations and how they were built.
He also went on field trips almost every day if it weren’t for the Italian students assigned to tour him around, academic and non-academic. Nights he spent on drinking wine on the rooftop of his dorm with them, screaming his complaints in the world with them.
It didn’t hit him that his stay was reaching its end until he submitted his final plate. His goodbye party didn’t even feel like one, but a see you later in the next few years after he becomes a licensed architect with money. His goal of it felt more realistic, motivating him to excel in his remaining years in university.
After unpacking half of his things, he was reminded of an email from one of the head professors, who requested another copy of his confidential documents from the Italian university he went to as soon as he’s back on campus.
He raced to the department with a folder of them and luckily encountered the said professor. Handing it to him, this professor questioned how he was and what experiences he gained from the trip. With excitement, Jeno spoke all sorts of tales from his adventures, highlighting how determined he was now to be an architect.
“That’s great to hear, Jeno!” He celebrated, checking on his watch, and widened his eyes. Frantic at his colliding schedules, he asked Jeno for a favor. It turned out that at the same time as his emergency meeting, he’s supposed to tour the new transferee student around campus.
“Only if you have time, Jeno! I could always ask another student, plus you just came back and need rest.”
“It’s not like I left for a decade, sir. No worries, I’ll do it.”
“Oh, bless your soul.” He put his hands together in prayer position, bowing back and forth with gratitude. “Wait, she’s right outside! Go ahead and introduce yourself.”
Jeno nodded, exiting right through the department doors. This girl had her back turned, inspecting her surroundings. She wore a black and white tweed blazer that matched with her skirt, black high heeled boots, and a black handbag. She must be a foreigner, Jeno thought.
“Excuse me, are you the transferee in the department of Architecture?”
Jeno didn’t brace himself for the surprise he’d face once this girl reacted to him calling her out. Her face was one he could never forget, no matter how many times he told himself to. The same face he convinced his heart to stop beating for, yet it lied.
This radiant face was none other than yours.
Jeno almost dropped his phone. He tried his best to hold on to your promise, but he failed. It was the main reason he studied abroad; to forget and focus on his career path. So the least thing he could’ve done was to study hard for his dream career.
Just a glimpse of you projected back every single memory you’ve had together. Beautiful yet heart-wrenching, he kept his emotions to himself.
You even wore the rose necklace he got you. Could it be?
“It’s been a while, Lee Jeno.” You took the metaphorical scissors to cut the tension, trying to contain the crushing feelings. The faculty center was a public place, yet it’s like the two of you were on the main stage.
“Do you remember me?” Astounded, you nodded. Every single detail.
Jeno could’ve ran away, but didn’t. He could’ve left you hanging, but didn’t. He can no longer count how many times you’ve appeared in his dreams, only to be disappointed when morning comes to not have you in his arms. He took one step closer, taking his time.
“How do you know me?”
“You’re the boy whom I helped with his assignment, argued with me over Romeo and Juliet,” You mimicked his move, making you one step nearer to him. “And most of all, the boy I once gave my entire heart to.”
Another step, leaving a few inches between the two of you. His heart palpitated without caffeine. What if he was napping in his dorm again? It was all surreal. “Is it really you, (Y/N)?”
Hearing your name from his lips lowered your guard, you pleased him with a hopeful grin. “I’d be dust by now if I didn’t drink Circe’s potion, right?”
That’s where Jeno unchained himself from his emotions. He engulfed in a warm hug, one that has no plans to let go when his chin planted on your shoulder. You returned the gesture, dropping all your worries away along with your bag and papers as your arms snaked through his neck.
You knew you had to part ways for a while after everything, though you were unsure how he’d feel about it. You recalled every time he visited you after his job ended up until his intense chat with Sanghoon, where he bawled his heart out. You couldn’t take it anymore after trying to stay strong, crying as soon as you woke up that night.
All your fellow figures could do was soothe you down like before to the best of their abilities, yet this time, it was unsuccessful. You’re filled with misery, realizing later how much of a big mistake you’ve made.
You’ve isolated yourself again for a while, but less rudeness and more silence. It was until Circe visited you. She doesn’t like getting involved with drama, though now was different. She, alongside Hera and Aphrodite, couldn’t withstand you tolerating the heartbreak again. So they went behind Athena’s back on this one time and created a potion together just for you. But with a compromise.
“This potion can turn you into a human. However, there’s only a 10% chance you’ll regain all your memories from this place.”
“So I’ll forget everyone and him?”
“Yes, unfortunately.” You’re about to shoo her away, not in the mood to do something drastic as that. But Circe grabbed your arm again. “I strongly believe that if you and he meant to be, then there will come a time these past memories will suddenly surge at you.”
“Must I need to forget to live properly?”
You’re stubborn, and Circe expected it. “You’ve broken so many golden rules, (Y/N), so it must be done. I’ve gone against Athena for this potion, and rarely have I done that. So rather than wallowing up in misery, you should focus on yourself. Do what makes you happy because this place is trapping you from every great thing out there.”
Those were the word that the actual (Y/N) (Y/L/N) lived by, nevertheless, you’re unique from her. You built a separate identity from her. “But Jeno-”
“At the right time, (Y/N). Pull yourself together and do all the things you’ve dreamt of before he came into the picture. I just know he loves you that much, and that he will wait for you.”
That same night, you gathered all your senses and drank it. The transition was fast as lightning speed, and behold, you were like a new person. You’re back in London, with a family that closely resembled your former one; only 3 older siblings, making you the youngest. You also had a new set of memories, from childhood until your adult years.
From (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you became (Y/N) Edwards.
It took one drunken night out with your university friends for the unlikely surge of old memories to speedily hit through your intoxicated state. Way beyond a dream, you’ve dropped your shot glass and broke down in the bathroom of your dorm room. You left something unaccomplished, and you had to do something before it’s too late.
Thus, you rushed to Seoul thanks to your parents’ support as they agreed that exploring outside your home country was a great experience. The only excuse you gave to your friends for the sudden transfer was you finding a new calling.
Sure, studying abroad was an exciting thing but you’re more determined to reunite with him. Even if this encounter was unforeseen, it was bound to happen one day. It so turned out that you had the same major in your former university and this new one.
Head to toe, you remembered everything.
“I’m so sorry I took so long.” You cradled your head on his chest, unaware of how your new life left Jeno so troubled.
“That doesn’t matter anymore.” Jeno tightened his grip, scared of releasing you again. Those two years felt like a breath of fresh air and a punch in the gut. “I tried to live up to your last wish, but I really can’t.”
“I want to take that wish back, Jeno. I wasn’t thinking right and only ended putting you through so much.”
“Oh, angel. I slowly understood why you did it.” Before he got too fragile, he softened his grip on you and showed his face again to you. He wanted a better look at his pretty girl, his fingers brushing strands of your hair behind your ear. Heart-fluttering, you bit your bottom lip. “What would you want to wish for instead?”
“Instead of you letting me go, I wish you could take me back and love me again. I can’t undo the past, but I’d still like to think I’ve tried my best.” That was the only wish you could ever think of. As huge as it was, it was something he may not accept. Yet you gave it a go, risking it all. “I don’t deserve you at all, Jeno.”
“Don’t say that, (Y/N).” One of his hands grabbed yours, putting it on his cheek. Cupping it, “I’ve never stopped loving you, you know.”
Oh, love. An all-too familiar emotion that either makes or breaks you. Of all the times you could’ve said those words, you held back, especially that wretched night you two broke it off. Although you showed it, being able to say it to someone felt more empowering.
This was finally the chance you’ve unconsciously waited for.
“I’m stupid for not saying this sooner.”
“What is it?”
With intimate eye contact, you drowned in the comfort of his brown orbs. You trusted him then, and you trusted him now. “I love you, Lee Jeno.”
Secretly, Jeno anticipated for the day you’d say those meaningful 3 words. Just like you, he showed more affection through actions than words. He only admitted when he lost you, and never would he do the same mistake again. If he felt that the love was strongly present, he will say it aloud.
“I love you still, (Y/N).” His arm around your waist tugged you in further. “I loved you as (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I will continue to love you as (Y/N) Edwards.”
He peeked on your ID earlier, but regardless, he stood by his truth. You’re still the same (Y/N).
Finally, he closed the limited space between your lips. The memories of your past romance replayed in sync of every touching kiss, popping one leg up like in the movies. The Princess Diaries, specifically. Like in the museum from your unbearable parting, one warm tear freed itself down your cheek.
The sweetness of being reunited with you again beat the torturous wait of Jeno. Time really made your hearts grow fonder. As everyone said, if the love between two people is real, then it’ll find its way back to each other.
The world must be on your side too because no professor called you two out on your public display of affection. Jeno pecked your lips one time before stepping away, picking up the things you dropped.
“Now come on, I have to tour you around as instructed.”
You stomped on your feet, rolling your eyes from being left hanging. He’s still the same tease from before. “After that kiss though, I would’ve thought we could reschedule it.”
“No can do, Edwards.” Passing over your things, he wrapped one arm around you as he escorted you out of the building. The university was huge, with more buildings and green fields surrounded everywhere. “Left or right? There are a lot of places you missed out on all those years.”
“Point taken. Then you lead the way, my love.”
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