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[greensagephase]

Nonviolent Communication - Part 15

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x SpideyFemReader Summary: You get sick and then get hit with your period at the same time. Word Count: 15k (most reasonable word count this story has had in months 🤣) Warnings: Sickness; menstruation; Miguel just wants to look after you!!; Short A/N: I'm ready to read the comments on this one, you guys better not disappoint Previous Part Masterlist Music Inspo (You can find the official Spotify playlist for the fanfic here) "Corazón de Poeta" - Jeanette "Sparks" - Coldplay, Acoustic Guitar Revival (guitar version)

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Part 15

The moment you wake up, you feel it. The worst thing to wake up to.

A sore throat.

You sit up, blinking a few times as you adjust to the lighting. The sound of rain reaches your ears as it hits the penthouse’s windows. Glancing around, Miguel is nowhere in sight, though the pillow he used last night is still on the floor near you.

You swallow saliva, finding it hard to do so. Yep, you’re definitely sick. You sigh and push the blanket off you, only then realizing it’s been covering you.

Memories of last night come to mind. The power went out just as Miguel and you were going to have dinner, which led to lit candles and flashlights, and music from cassettes while lightning and thunder filled the sky. You eventually moved to the living room, where you continued to listen to music. You showed Miguel new ideas for his place and talked before you fell asleep next to him. And did you offer Miguel your pinky finger?

Staring at the rain, you remember you did and not only that, Miguel accepted it as you gaze into his eyes before you drifted off, too tired to bother with a blanket, which means Miguel covered you at some point after you fell asleep.

For a few seconds, you think about how you’ve slept on Miguel’s living room floor twice now. With him, Miguel. You never imagined such thing but the thought brings a soft smile to your face despite the ache in your throat.

You look around again, wondering where Miguel is before you stand up, your body feeling off, fatigued.

You still have it in you to fold the blanket before you realize you need to wash it considering you’re sick now. You sigh quietly in disbelief. For the first time in a few years, you’re sick. Your thoughts are interrupted by Miguel’s footsteps coming down the stairs, which makes you realize it must be sometime after 6am.

“Hey, good morning,” Miguel says, stepping into the living room, hair damp from his morning shower. Traces of Miguel’s hygiene products, scents you’re all too familiar with these days, immediately reach your nose when he approaches you, already in his suit. It doesn’t take long for Miguel to sense that something is off. “Are you alright?” Miguel asks, immediately taking in your appearance now that you’re awake.

You nod but then shake your head. “My throat hurts. It feels sore,” you reply, wincing slightly as even talking seems to make the ache worse.

Miguel’s eyes soften as he hears your voice for the first time today, taking notice of the way you wince and how your voice sounds different.

“Mierda [shit],” Miguel says gently, taking several steps closer to you. “Sore throat. Do you have a fever?” he asks.

You lift your hand to your face, unable to tell right now. Are you warm because you just woke up, or are you warm because you have a fever? You wonder to yourself, hand on your cheek, trying to figure it out when you suddenly feel fingers pressed to your forehead. They feel cool against your skin, though not cold.

You blink, realizing.

“Tienes fiebre [you have a fever],” Miguel says, his tone being one of concern while the back of his fingers are still pressed softly on your forehead. His fingers are bare despite the fact that his suit is already activated, making the contact skin to skin. “Your face is burning.” Miguel lowers his hand at last, not even thinking about what he just did, concern for you being the only thing present in his mind.

“You shouldn’t be this close to me then,” you say, stepping back. “I might get you sick.”

“Nonsense,” Miguel replies. “I won’t get sick, don’t worry.” Miguel steps forward again until he’s the same distance he was just seconds ago. “I’ll have one of the doctors at HQ check you.”

“That’s not… necessary, but thank you. I”ll be okay,” you reply, touched by Miguel’s offer and his concern nonetheless.

Your response instantly makes Miguel frown. What do you mean you’ll be okay with a sore throat and fever?

“You’re sick,” he says gently, despite his frown.

Holding on to the blanket, you look away from Miguel. You know you’re sick, you can feel the ache in your throat and how your body feels off, but a part of you doesn’t want to make a big deal out of this. A part of you simply wants to take some over the counter medicine and go on about the day, pushing through your symptoms. It’s what you did in the past the few times you were sick before joining the Spider Society, and after Peter’s death. You learned to take care of yourself since then and now, you’re no longer used to the concern or attention from someone.

“Do you want to go to your universe, or do you want to go HQ?” Miguel offers. “One of the doctors can check you, give you medicine.”

Your gaze meets Miguel’s at last. He’s staring at you, intently, waiting for a response. You nod at last. “HQ. Let me put my suit and get ready.”

“No suit,” Miguel says. “It’s raining and you’re sick. I’m driving us there, no swinging to HQ today. So just… put some regular clothes on, okay?” he adds softly. “Go ahead and get ready, I’ll let my team know we’re going.”

“Alright… thank you,” you say, agreeing with Miguel. You have a feeling that if you were to decline both of his options, he’d probably bring a doctor here to the penthouse to get you checked.

You get ready and change into regular clothes before you meet Miguel downstairs. He’s now wearing regular clothes, too, his suit disengaged to blend in, though that’s not his priority. His priority is to get you treated by a doctor and make you feel better.

The two of you leave the penthouse and head down to the car garage. He unlocks the vehicle and is quick to open and hold the door for you before he gets in the driver’s side. Despite feeling sick, you’re still somewhat aware of how strange it is to watch Miguel drive. It’s like you’ve unlocked another side of him.

The drive to HQ is a short one with Miguel knowing shortcuts around the city. You’re soon walking into the building under an umbrella that Miguel holds to shield you from the rain, walking near you as if he’s your bodyguard.

You head straight to the infirmary sector where a doctor is already waiting for you. Thankfully, the paperwork is short and soon, you’re in a room ready to get checked.

Miguel watches the process, standing by the door as the doctor does basic procedures such as getting your throat swapped and blood work.

“Lab results should take a few minutes. I’ll be back then,” the doctor says before they step out of the room.

You turn to Miguel as he walks over to you, a soft look on his face. He’s already making plans.

“Don’t,” you tell him softly.

Miguel raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me… You’re going home, right?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“You’re not working today, so you’re going home, yes?”

“You don’t want me here?” you ask softly.

Miguel steps closer, placing a hand on the patient’s bed, a few inches from your body, and looks down at you, his gaze gentle. “I’m not telling you what to do, but you need to rest properly on a bed where you’ll be comfortable, cozy. Not here at HQ.”

You nod. “I know, I was just… I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve been sick,” you admit, feeling fatigue. You turn away and yawn, covering your mouth.

Miguel watches you, hating that you feel unwell. He has little time to think about what you’ve said, about it being a while since you’ve been sick, but a quick thought comes to mind. Have you been sick before joining the Spider Society? The door to the room opens, interrupting his thoughts. Miguel turns back to look, removing his hand from the patient’s bed and stepping back to give you and the doctor some space.

“Blood work looks good and the throat swap is negative. It seems to be a simple cold, but I’ll give you medicine. Would you like a shot as well?”

You nod. “Yes, please.”

“I’ll take care of that, let me just write down the prescriptions I’m giving you - record keeping,” she explains looking up at you and then at Miguel for a second before turning back to their paperwork. They scribble quickly, thinking it’s not strange to see the owner of the building, the boss, with you. Not anymore.

They recall when he was here a year ago, injured. You stayed by his side the whole time and it had been briefly discussed by the other infirmary staff that you had taken care of Mr. O’Hara at his home. Clearly, the two of you are close friends, or something like that.

Now, Mr. O’Hara is here with you for less serious reasons, a cold, to show up for you like you did for him.

They finish up and excuse themselves.

“While you get the shot, I’ll be stepping out. I need to take care of something,” Miguel tells you, both to give you privacy since the shot will likely go on your upper buttock, and also because he needs to talk to Jess about today, maybe even about tomorrow.

“Alright, everything okay?” you ask him.

“Yes, don’t worry. I just need to talk to Jess about something,” Miguel reassures you.

You give him a nod, not probing for more information just as the doctor returns. Miguel gives you a small smile, that being his cue to exit the room. “I’ll see you in a few minutes, okay?” he says softly.

“I’ll be out shortly,” you reply giving him a small, reassuring smile.

With that, Miguel steps out of the room to give you privacy. He calls Jess through his gizmo, standing outside the infirmary room. A second later, she answers.

“Miguel.”

“Jess,” Miguel says. “Morning. It’s very sudden, but I want to ask if it’s possible for you to take care of things around here today?”

“I can. Is everything alright?” Jess asks, watching as Miguel turns away.

“Y/N is sick. It’s only a cold, according to the doctors here at the infirmary, but she has a fever…”

“It’s always good for someone to be around when dealing with a fever. It may change,” Jess tells him, knowing already that Miguel doesn’t want to leave you alone.

“Yes,” Miguel replies, turning back to face her. “I’m going to look after her, make sure it goes down.”

“Let me know if you guys need anything. I’d be more than happy to help.”

“Thank you, Jess,” Miguel responds. “I’ll keep that in mind. And I’ll tell Y/N about it. Thank you for today.”

“If you need to, take off tomorrow, too. It might just be a cold, but it can take a toll on the body for days.”

Miguel gives her a nod, relieved that Jess is making such offer so he can look after you. He had already planned for that, if he was honest. “Thank you. I appreciate it, Jess. I hope it doesn’t get worse, but we’ll see. I’ll keep you updated if I do take off tomorrow just to give you a heads up.”

“No need. I’ll know. Just look after her, alright? And tell her I hope she feels better soon. I’ll be sending her a message in a bit but either way.”

“I will,” Miguel replies softly. “I’ll tell her. Thank you again. Do let me know if I’m needed for backup.”

“Alright, take care.”

“You, too,” Miguel says before he ends the call. He gazes down the hallway leading to the infirmary lobby, lowering his arm to the side. Thankfully the floor is empty save for the medical staff, you, and him. No serious injury or someone on the verge of death. He sighs deeply as he remembers the few days he spent on this floor, injured, before he was allowed to go home. It feels like a lifetime since then.

He decides to wait a bit more to give the doctor and you time, so he stands there, just looking around. It’s so silent. He wonders if this is what it was for you, spending so many hours next to him with no one around to talk with. He thinks about you, waiting in the lonely lobby while his injuries were treated that rainy night.

You stuck by his side, like glue. You could’ve easily gone home at some point to rest, asked someone else to take a shift, but no. You stayed by his side every day. Miguel has a suspicion you would’ve stuck by him every second if you had it your way. He believes that especially when he remembers you offering to sleep on his bedroom floor to look after him that first night.

Miguel shakes his head now, still in disbelief. He would never allow such thing. He would’ve shared the bed with you before letting your body lay on the ground while he rested on the mattress. Of course, he didn’t make that offer because it was too personal for either of you back then, but now…

Miguel’s thoughts are interrupted when he hears the door open. He turns and finds the doctor wishing you a speedy recovery before she exits.

“I’ve given Miss Y/N medications and the shot, she’ll be feeling better soon but in any case that she doesn’t, bring her back in and we can give her other treatments,” she tells him. “Also, she’ll need to rest.”

“I understand, I’ll make sure she does. Thank you,” Miguel responds with a nod.

“You guys take care.”

Miguel nods again before he knocks on the door, entering when he hears your voice. He finds you halfway across the room, heading for the door already. You’re carrying a prescription bag just given to you by the doctor.

“You okay?” he asks softly, holding the door open for you as you keep walking.

“Yeah, I got the shot. It’s kind of hurting a bit,” you admit, feeling it sting as you walk. “But hopefully that means I’ll feel better shortly. Along with the medicine.”

“I hope so,” Miguel says genuinely as you walk out, falling in step with you. The two of you walk down the hallway, side by side, towards the lobby. “We can go home now. I’ll cook you some breakfast, something warm to ease the ache in your throat. And you’ll need to rest so you can get better, let the medicine do its job - let your body recover.”

“Rest? I don’t think I need to.”

“Doctor’s orders,” Miguel replies gazing at you, a hint of a smile on his face, wondering if you’ll be stubborn about this.

“She told me the same thing,” you say with a sigh as you both enter the lobby and head for the elevators.

“You’re not going to ignore doctor’s orders, right?” he asks.

“I guess not… What are you cooking?” you ask softly.

Miguel smirks softly to himself as he presses the button, the doors opening in seconds. He gestures for you to enter before he steps in.

“Don’t worry about it. You just rest and get better.”

The doors close and the lobby is once again empty, or so it seems. A nurse and the doctor turn to look at each other after listening to the little snippet of conversation, the interaction between the boss and you catching their attention. They turn to the elevator again, not recognizing the man that just walked by. He’s a different man from the one they met many years ago, one that was distant and stoic.

“To love and be loved, is to be changed,” the doctor mutters before turning to look at a medical chart, smiling to themselves.

-♥︎-

Miguel and you leave HQ, and drive home. You said you didn’t need to rest but the entire drive back to the penthouse suggested otherwise to Miguel. He glanced at you a few times while driving, finding your sleepy gaze each time as you stared out the window.

Upon arriving home, he ushers you upstairs to change into more comfortable clothing, which you obey without question before heading back downstairs, feeling tired.

You find Miguel moving around the kitchen. Pans are already on the stove. He’s changed into sweatpants and a dark t-shirt now that you’re both home, ready to look after you for the day, tomorrow, or however long it takes for you to be back to your healthy self.

You sit down on the counter and grab the medicine bag, taking everything out so you can read the directions and side effects, seeing that you’ll need to eat before taking some of them.

“Breakfast will be ready in just a few minutes, okay? Do you want coffee?” Miguel asks softly, walking up to the counter and standing across from you now.

“I can make-”

“Sit tight,” he says firmly but gently. “I’ll make it.”

“It…” you finish but Miguel has already turned around. A few seconds later, he starts on the coffee. He moves quickly around the kitchen, his moves careful yet determined.

Just as he’s placed two cups on the counter, he turns to the stove and checks on the food.

You lean back and close your eyes, feeling drowsy. You wrap your arms around yourself, glad you’re in cozy pajamas and wearing one of your favorite sweatshirts, the one Miguel gifted you for Christmas. You could actually go to sleep now without eating but knowing Miguel, he’ll probably refuse to let you sleep on an empty stomach and besides, you don’t want to decline his kind gesture when he’s already halfway done. So, you sit back and wait, listening to Miguel’s movement with your eyes closed. It brings you comfort and a sense of home, something not unusual to you in Miguel's presence.

“Café [coffee],” Miguel says gently a few minutes later, careful not to startle you.

Upon opening your eyes, you find Miguel in front of you. You glance down and find a mug of fresh coffee on the counter, steam coming from it. You can already imagine how great the coffee will feel against your throat, soothing the ache.

“Do you mind?” he asks, gesturing to the medicine bottles. He picks them up and reads the labels once you gesture that you don’t. He nods to himself, noticing that they’ll likely make you feel drowsy and dizzy on top of the fact that two of them need to be taken with food. He also memorizes how many times a day you’ll need certain medicines and the hours between to make sure you don’t miss them.

As he reads, you reach for the mug and softly blow on it to cool it off before grabbing the spoon and stirring it. You yawn just as Miguel places the medicine back on the counter, pretty much all the directions locked into his head. He’s going to make sure that you’re taking the medicines the way they need to be taken, his priority is for you to feel better soon.

“Let me get you breakfast,” he says turning away and walking to the stove. He fixes your plate first, doing it with affection and hope that you’ll find it suitable despite your sickness. He grabs the appropriate utensil before walking over to you, plate in hand, and gently places it in front of you, his gaze soft. “Please eat, it’ll help you,” Miguel says as he puts the utensil on the side of your plate.

With a sleepy smile, you nod. “I am, thank you, Miguel,” you say softly, your tone tired. You pick up the utensil, eating because he’s asked you to. You try to cool off the food a bit before taking a bite. Of course, your throat hurts even to eat but it doesn’t take away from Miguel’s amazing cooking, and you feel like it even awakens your appetite. “So good, as always,” you comment before taking another bite.

Miguel smiles, watching you eat and enjoy the food despite being sick. His chest flutters at the sight of your sleepy smile, unable to not find it endearing.

“Are you not eating?” you ask softly, an eyebrow raised.

Miguel blinks, distracted. He nods. “Si [yes], yes, of course. I was just… Making sure your breakfast is okay.” He turns away to fix himself a plate before joining your side. He glances at you every few seconds, wanting to make sure that you’re alright and not in need of something, but you eat silently and peacefully, at least as much as you can while being sick.

You both finish eating and continue to drink your coffees. The rain has not let up since yesterday and so, you both hear the soft pit pat on the penthouse’s windows, filling the silence in a very cozy way. A few minutes later, Miguel watches as you place your empty mug down. He downs the last bit of his and stands up, picking up both mugs to take to the sink.

You watch as he retrieves a glass and fills it with water before he approaches you. He places it on the counter gently and then places the medicines in front of you. “For your medicine. Then, rest.”

You thank him for the water and take your medicine, hoping the ache in your throat will disappear soon. “Hopefully I feel better soon.”

“You’ll feel better soon,” Miguel says, reassuringly. “You just need some rest. Why don’t you go to bed?”

You shake your head. “I’m not sleepy,” you say even though your eyes say another story.

Miguel tilts his head to the side. “Really?”

You nod but end up yawning at the same time, causing Miguel to raise an eyebrow. You give him a sheepish look. “Okay, maybe I am…” you glance at the medicine bottles, thinking about laying down and Miguel heading back to HQ. “Be careful, okay?”

Miguel blinks in confusion. “Be careful? Of what?”

“If you go out on missions. Just - be careful, okay? If you need backup, call for backup. Please.”

He shakes his head, brows knitted as he stares directly at you. He waits until you look back at him to respond. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not…?” you reply, looking up at him, now confused.

“Nowhere. I’m staying here. At the penthouse. With you…”

“Oh.” You look down at the glass with water and take another sip. “I thought…” you trail off, not finishing your sentence. You thought Miguel would head back to HQ after breakfast to work, especially since it’s a work day. You look up at him again, finding a gentle and reassuring look on his face.

“No, I’m staying here… I’m looking after you. I’m not leaving you alone,” Miguel responds softly.

Holding his gaze, you nod, for some reason feeling relieved you won’t be alone, yet you don't want to keep Miguel away from work. “Thank you… Are you sure though? I’ll probably just sleep, so you probably don’t want to waste-” you start, wanting to let Miguel know he doesn’t have to stay at the penthouse all day, that he can go on about his day.

“Por favor [please],” Miguel says, lowering himself on the counter, resting his arms on it to be eye level with you. “Don’t say waste. You’re starting to sound like the old me,” he says gently, internally feeling frustration that you’re thinking like that, as if you don’t matter to him. “The one that didn’t want you to spend an entire day in the infirmary room with me a year ago.”

“That was different, though, you were injured. Seriously injured… Close to death. I’m just sick with a common cold.”

“Thankfully,” Miguel states. “It’s just a common cold and nothing more serious, but that doesn’t make it less important. It doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you all alone here to fend for yourself. I wish to do this, okay?” Miguel pauses and clears his throat quietly. “You’re my best friend.” Miguel's gaze is unwavering, leaving no room for questioning nor arguing with him. He's going to stay home and look after you today, tomorrow, or however long, until you're well. Period. “Déjate cuidar [let yourself be taken care of],” he adds gently.

You hum softly. “I wanted to say that to you a year ago.”

Miguel grins, eyes softening. He knows a year ago your friendship was still unofficial, neither of you had addressed it, so you held on to many of your thoughts, keeping them to yourself with the purpose of not pushing his boundaries. It’s a year later and things are different, at last. Progress has been made and Miguel can say what you are to him without the fear of what it means. He can now say those words you weren’t able to say to him a year ago. “Then, you understand… I ask the same of you now. Let me look after you. Please. It’s what friends do.”

Hearing Miguel’s soft tone and words, not missing the fact that he’s used the same words you said to him a year ago, you nod after several seconds of silence. “I understand,” you say, nodding. You know that feeling too well, of wanting to take care of someone. It was exactly how you felt with him when he was hurt. You just wanted to look after him and make him feel better as best as you could. You wanted him to be back to full health because you hated seeing him hurting and unwell. “Okay,” you add softly, accepting.

“Good,” Miguel replies, happy and relieved you’re not being stubborn about him staying at the penthouse to look after you. “I’ll stay here, if you need anything - anything at all - please let me know, okay?”

“I will, thank you, Miguel.”

“Always,” Miguel says, a hint of a smile on his face.

You give him a smile and nod, really accepting the fact that Miguel is going to look after you today. You understand where he’s coming from but a part of you feels off. It’s not because of Miguel, of course, but rather because it’s been a long time since someone has looked after you when you get sick. You’ve grown used to taking care of yourself ever since Peter died. Now, Miguel wishes to do so, and a part of you is trying to remember what that feels like - trying to accept that it’s something normal for you to experience, to receive, as well. You sigh softly as you feel drowsiness, thinking it’ll take you a moment to get used to receiving this kind of care after so long. You yawn again, covering your mouth. You already felt fatigued after the doctor’s appointment, and now the food and medicines seem to be taking effect, adding to it. “I’ll go upstairs and rest a bit,” you tell Miguel, your voice showing signs of sleepiness.

“You need all the rest you can get,” Miguel says nodding. “I’ll be here, go on and take a nap.”

You finally stand up and give him a nod, thanking him for breakfast before you head upstairs to your room. You quickly find yourself in bed, under the sheets. Snuggling into the pillows and covers, you can definitely feel the medicines kicking in.

Your eyes flutter and you feel yourself slowly falling into a slumber when you hear footsteps - Miguel’s footsteps. You raise your head to see just as he walks in.

“Shh, rest. Duerme [sleep],” he says softly, carrying a blanket.

You lay back down as he comes to a halt next to the bed, your brain trying to process what he’s up to. He gently throws the blanket over you, tucking it in around your feet and legs. The rest, he carefully pulls up your body, just below your shoulders.

“There,” Miguel says quietly, watching your sleepy face, one he’s memorized by now but still beholds with keenness.

You hum softly, half-asleep and half-awake, his scent reaching your drowsy senses. “It smells like you,” you say sleepily, a soft smile grazing your lips, content and comforted by Miguel’s warm and cozy scent.

Miguel grins softly, gazing down at you. He can’t deny that he’s equally surprised and delighted by the fact that you even recognize his scent on the blanket. “Sometimes I sleep with it, so I guess it makes sense it smells like me,” he shares, his fingers still holding on to the edge of the blanket.

“I like it,” you say before you blindly reach for the blanket, your fingers curling around warmness before you tug it towards your face, wanting the scent closer.

Miguel’s brows raise in surprise when he feels your fingers wrap around his, tugging them, and the blanket, closer to you. “You like it?” he repeats gently, something in his chest stirring as he keeps gazing at you, slowly drifting off.

You nod sleepily. “I love it,” you whisper with a soft sigh, still holding on to Miguel’s fingers and the blanket before you let go, unaware that you were even holding them or of what you’ve admitted in your sleepy state.

Miguel exhales softly when you release his fingers, feeling the loss of touch immediately. Your words echo in his mind. You love his scent. A few seconds later, Miguel notices that you’ve surrendered to sleep, the sound of your even breathing reaches his ears in the quietness of your bedroom. “I’m happy you… love it,” he whispers back even though you’re asleep now. He lets go of the blanket, his knuckles brushing under your chin softly, tenderly, before he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger for about four seconds, the gesture so instinctive - so right - Miguel doesn’t realize nor questions it in the moment.

He lets go and steps back, watching for a few minutes as you sleep, listening to your soft breathing. He tells himself it’s time to step out of the bedroom and let you rest, so he does. He leaves your door halfway open and returns downstairs to the kitchen to clean up after breakfast.

Once he’s done, he works from home, checking on a few things that he can do from the penthouse to help the team but unlike previous years, Miguel doesn’t drown himself in work. He doesn’t feel the need nor want to check everything, to ensure that everyone is doing what they’re supposed to.

His focus is you, everything else is secondary.

He checks on you every thirty minutes to make sure you’re okay and resting well. Each time, he checks you to make sure the fever has gone down, pressing the back of his hand to your face, keeping track of how warm your face feels. He also fixes the blanket around you when he notices it’s shifted in your sleep, wanting you to feel the most comfort possible. Miguel watches your face, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort in your sleep before he exits the bedroom, his steps deliberately gentle to avoid disturbing you each time he’s in the bedroom.

On the two-hour mark, Miguel is pleased when he touches your face once again and finds a normal warmth, no longer burning hot.

“Normal,” he whispers to himself with a relieved smile.

Despite your fever going down, Miguel continues to check on you throughout the day. He cooks lunch and gently wakes you up at midday so you’ll eat and take your medicine again, making sure you hydrate yourself, too.

After lunch with some food and medicine in your system, you decide to stick around in the living room, not wanting to be in bed all day despite Miguel’s gentle comment about you resting more comfortably on a bed rather than the couch.

You fight off sleep as much as you can but you eventually doze off once again after replying to the spider gang chat, who sent you messages stating they hope you feel better soon, even asking if they can send you something.

Upon seeing you fall asleep again, Miguel brings his blanket downstairs and once again, covers you with it before settling on the couch, across from you, to keep watch.

He continues to work from a tablet, spending some time reading about mission updates and replying to questions from spider members, though he still doesn’t spend much time with work related tasks. He reads for a while, too, but even that doesn’t hold his attention. His eyes find their way to you more than he realizes, as if he finds the sight of you much more intriguing than any word in his book.

At some point, Miguel gets up to make dinner while you sleep and as always, he moves around the kitchen with ease. He’s a man that knows his way around such space, the kind that makes cooking look easy as he gathers everything he needs on one counter from the fridge and pantry. He has two goals in mind with the meal he’s cooking for dinner. One, to give you some comfort and make you feel better.

And two, to please you with his food. For months, he’s found happiness seeing that look you always get of pure delight when you take a bite of the food he makes. It used to be twice a month with the weekend dinners at each other’s place but ever since you moved in, temporarily, Miguel has the opportunity to cook more often for the two of you.

He always looks forward to it, wondering what your thoughts will be when he cooks something he hasn’t before. Either way, whether it’s something new or something he’s cooked before, Miguel always cooks with love.

He peels and dices vegetables, each one with precision. He washes the rice and keeps an eye on it to make sure it doesn’t burn once he pours it on a pan before applying some oil. Despite his concentration with the food, Miguel takes a few seconds to check on you, finding you still passed out on the couch, the TV playing quietly in the background.

Some time later, you wake up. You blink the sleep away and sit up slowly, feeling disoriented for a few seconds before you realize you’re in the living room. You breathe in, only to find your nose stuffy, which immediately dampens your mood. You sigh and look for Miguel, finding his usual seat empty. His tablet is on the spot next to his seat along with the TV’s remote, left alone. Glancing around, you hear subtle noise from the kitchen, giving you an idea of where Miguel is. You look down at yourself, finding his blanket over you once again before you tug it close to your face. It’s so soft and you can smell just a bit of his scent on it, unable to truly smell it due to your stuffy nose. Despite thinking about Miguel’s scent, you don’t remember your confession from earlier.

You stand up from the couch and stretch at last. This has to be the most you’ve slept in a while during the day but you feel rested. You follow the scent of food to the kitchen where you find Miguel stirring a spoon in a medium size pot. He’s still in his sweatpants and t-shirt, gizmo on his wrist. He turns suddenly, as if sensing you.

“You’re awake,” he says softly, a smile immediately forming on his face, happy to see you up. “How do you feel?” Miguel asks walking around the counter to meet you, he pats the chair you always sit on, silently gesturing for you to take a seat.

“Better. I can still feel a light ache in my throat but it’s not as bad as it was this morning. It’s doable,” you reply as you move to the chair, Miguel pulling it out for you.

“Is your nose stuffy?” he asks, with a slightly raised eyebrow, making note of how your voice sounds now.

“And my nose is stuffy, yes,” you reply with a sigh.

“Hopefully dinner will help with the discomfort of your throat. It might help a bit with the stuffiness, too. I have something that’ll help for sure, if you’re open to it - after dinner,” Miguel says with a frown on his face, wishing you hadn’t grown sick.

“I’ll accept anything if I can breath properly again,” you state, now sitting.

“I feel that,” he replies leaning on the counter, eye level. His body is pretty close, seemingly not worried about catching a cold from you. He observes your face, his gaze landing on your chin. He suddenly remembers what happened earlier, realizing he brushed his knuckles against your skin, and how he then held your chin for a few seconds. He clears his throat. “Let me check the food, so you can go ahead and eat. I hope you like it,” he says softly, pushing himself off the counter. He flexes his hand, the same one he caressed you with earlier, having the sensation on his skin still.

“What did you cook?” you ask softly, sniffling.

Miguel smiles a bit at the sound of you sniffling before he thinks of something. Instead of walking back to the stove, he walks to the laundry room. “Hold on, just a sec.” You watch as he disappears into the laundry room, before he steps out several seconds later, carrying a small box. He approaches you, reaching you in no time, and offers it to you, which you realize is a tissue box. “For your nose,” Miguel says. “So you don’t hurt your skin with something else, like a napkin, if you need to blow your nose.”

You accept the box with a soft smile and thank him.

“Always,” Miguel says with a little nod and gentle smile. “Now, let me get you some food. I feel certain it’s going to make you feel good. My mom made it for Gabriel and I when we got sick sometimes. It’s caldito de pollo [chicken soup] with vegetables,” he says. “I made some rice, too.”

You lean back on the chair.

“That sounds really good. I think I’m actually hungry.”

“You think?” Miguel asks, amused as he grabs some bowls.

“Okay, I am hungry,” you say, fixing it. You give him a soft smile. “I think I’m still drowsy from the medicine.”

“That’s to be expected. The dosage on one of them is pretty high. If I remember correctly, it’s the same one you have to do double the dosage for bedtime,” Miguel replies as he recalls the instructions. “But maybe you’re also sleepy from hunger. I noticed you didn’t eat much for lunch. You haven’t had much fluids either.” Remembering that, Miguel stirs the pot before he gets you a glass with water. He takes it to you and of course, you catch the message.

Hydrate.

You oblige and drink, making Miguel satisfied. He turns back around and fixes a plate with food for you.

“So Gabriel and you used to eat this sometimes when you were sick?”

“Yes, we always loved eating this. It gave some relief to our sore throats. And well, we both enjoyed it overall, so it was also a comfort food.”

You nod, thinking about a young Miguel and Gabriel, sick and eating caldito de pollo as children. The image painted in your head brings a smile to your face.

Miguel finishes fixing you a plate and his own, so he brings both to the counter, placing yours in front of you with delicacy. He’s quick to get utensils and napkins along with some warm corn tortillas, and refilling your glass with water before he sits next to you.

“Eat,” he says gazing at you. “It’ll help you recover sooner.”

You nod with a small smile before you begin eating, the warmth of the liquid soothing your throat immediately. It’s like easing an itch. You sigh softly in content before you eat more, the flavors hitting you all at once in the most delightful way possible thanks to the rice and vegetables.

“That feels and tastes amazing,” you mumble as you bring another spoonful to your mouth.

Miguel smiles, feeling pleased with himself. You didn’t eat much during lunch but now, he’s hopeful you’ll eat the serving he gave you and that you’ll feel much more nourished.

“Tortilla?” Miguel offers as he grabs one from the tortillero [container used to keep tortillas warm]. “Gabriel and I used to roll it like this before dipping it in the caldo [broth], and then ate it.” Miguel demonstrates as he lays the tortilla flat on his palm, looking smaller than it actually is against his large hand before he rolls it outwardly. The tortilla is now a thin roll. He dips it in his caldo before taking a bite from it, clearly enjoying it.

You grab one yourself, craving it. “I’m very familiar with that,” you say with a little smile as you do the same, dipping it into the warm liquid. “Childhood memories,” you say before taking a bite.

Miguel smiles once more at the sight, watching you eagerly eat. There’s definitely a difference now. You’ve got more of an appetite than you did earlier and your tone sounds less tired.

“Did I miss out on something today? Missions?” you ask, looking at Miguel.

Surprisingly, the man that once used to bury himself in work with data reports on anomalies and missions, the fate of the multiverse, playfully rolls his eyes. “No work talk on a sick day. You worry about resting, and that’s all… but I will say, the spiderlings went on a mission today and their team flow was amazing, well planned out,” Miguel says, a hint of admiration and pride in his voice, like that of a proud mentor, or parent.

You smile. “They’ve grown and learned, so much. Sometimes I forget they’re growing up, but it’s happening.” You look down at your plate. Time is passing, whether you realize it or not. The years have gone by, and maybe it was the loss and grief, but when you lost Peter, it never occurred to you that the years would go by so quickly after his death. You almost feel that a part of you doubted you’d even make it this far without him by your side, but you did.

You have.

Despite the tearful days and nights you spent alone grieving, you made it. You silently hope you’ve made Peter proud, wherever he’s now.

“I forget, too,” Miguel says after a few moments, thinking. “It’s strange. They’re still these kids but much more mature, more experienced in their roles than when I first met them. I’m - proud of them.”

“I am, too,” you reply softly, putting your thoughts on Peter to rest. “Though sometimes…”

Miguel chuckles. “Sometimes they say the craziest things, and it reminds you they’re still kids.”

“Right? They keep us on our toes, for sure,” you say chuckling, feeling a sudden discomfort in your stomach, a cramp. The sudden shot of discomfort reminds you that you’ll be having your period soon.

“Trust me, I know,” Miguel replies, still smiling and talking about the spiderlings.

You both chuckle at that and keep eating, with you deciding to ignore the thought of your period. You ask Miguel what he’s been up to all day and he tells you about it, how he’s worked on some things regarding the society, read, and other miscellaneous things. Of course, he mentions checking up on you, accidentally informing you of how often he did it. You find the fact endearing, that he checked on you every thirty minutes.

Eventually, you both finish eating. You feel better than you have all day, so much that you feel like taking a shower. You offer to help Miguel clean up but of course, he politely declines, telling you to go and rest, and then to go shower once you mention wanting to do that.

After your shower, you come back downstairs, planning to just hang out in the living room. After sleeping for the majority of the day, you don’t feel like being in bed any more. You find Miguel fixing something in his bookcase before he turns, glad to see you again. He takes in your appearance and sees you seem to feel better. You sniffle as you approach the couch, which reminds him about the thing he said he’d give you for your stuffy nose, but before he heads to get it, he notices your little pout when you look at the couch.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, walking over to you, standing just a few inches away.

You look up, surprised he noticed you pouting over the fact that his blanket is gone from where you left it. “I… Nothing,” you say softly, causing Miguel’s head to tilt to the side, thinking. It takes him a few seconds before he realizes. The blanket, which he threw in the wash along with yours from earlier.

“Go ahead and lie down, rest. I’ll be right back,” he says gently, itching to place his hand on your shoulder and give you a soft squeeze to reassure you, to comfort you. Once he sees you lay down, he heads upstairs, a plan in action.

He collects what he needs and heads back downstairs, walking through the living room before you even notice him entering the kitchen and dining area of the penthouse. Silently, you wonder what he’s up to. You try to into the kitchen from the couch, curious. He appears a few seconds later, your face softening at the sight.

There’s Miguel, a 6’9” tall man, walking towards you with a blanket draped over his shoulder and on the other one, what seems to be a sweatshirt. On his hand, there’s a saucer plate with a cup on top, steam rising from it. And in the other, a familiar small blue and green tub. He walks towards you, with purpose, a man on a mission.

He reaches you in no time with his long strides and begins to work, placing the saucer and cup on the coffee table, along with the small container before turning to you.

“Miguel?” you say, gazing up at him from the couch.

“Yes?” he responds as he unfolds the blanket.

You don’t even know what to say as he spreads the blanket over your body. You simply gaze at him with wide eyes and awe as you watch him towering over you while he tucks the blanket around your feet and legs once more, leaving it loose above your knees and pulling it up to your tummy.

The sight stirs something in you, something stronger than endearment and appreciation that grows stronger as Miguel carries on with his pampering.

“Is your nose still stuffy?” he asks and for a moment, you don’t even comprehend his question, still awestruck.

“Ye-yes,” you stutter softly, sniffling once more.

Miguel nods and grabs the small blue and green container from the coffee table before he gets down on his knees, next to you. He’s now more eye level with you, though he still towers over you easily. He opens the tub, a familiar scent hitting his nostrils right away.

“Put some on your chest and rub it in gently,” he instructs softly.

You nod and pick some up from the tub once he holds it out to you. You slip your hand under your top and do as he said, pushing past your undergarment to apply it properly. Once done, Miguel nods.

“Good. It also helps putting some on your back,” he says gently, still holding it out for you.

You nod, knowing that, too. You pick up more and lean forward, reaching behind you and under your top once more. You apply the product as best as possible, it being a bit of a struggle with your undergarment, which Miguel notices.

He looks down at the tub and then back up at you. “Do you need help?” he asks quietly, making you pause.

Shaking your head, you reply. “Thank you but it’s alright, I got it.” You lie. You’re struggling but you’re not about to accept Miguel’s help with something so… Personal. Intimate. Especially when it involves Miguel and physical contact.

For a moment, Miguel wonders if you’re simply uncomfortable with the idea of him, as a man, touching you, a woman. He wonders if he’s pushing boundaries just by merely offering.

You stare at him, noticing the look on his face. He’s questioning his offer. You frown and regret your words instantly, thinking that you might have made Miguel feel rejected.

“It involves physical contact,” you say softly. “I don’t want to push your boundaries, Miguel.”

He glances up at you, listening to your words before he nods. He gives you a reassuring smile, feeling relieved. You’re not rejecting his offer, his gesture, for the reasons he was thinking. You’re as always, looking out to respect him and his boundaries.

“Even when you’re sick, nose stuffy and feeling fatigued, you’re still so considerate… so sweet, you know that?” Miguel says staring right into your eyes, without fear or embarrassment from stating those words. “I don’t mind, at all,” he continues as he looks at the container and collects some of the ointment with his fingers. “If you allow me, I’ll help you.”

You smile and facepalm, chuckling. It’s been so long since someone has looked after you like this. The last person was Peter, of course. You used to look after each other when the other got sick, just like Miguel has done for you today. Still smiling, you nod, accepting his help. You remind yourself to accepting the fact that Miguel is looking after you, that this is normal. That friends look after each other.

“Lean forward for me, please,” Miguel says, giving you a smile back.

You do so and lift your top slightly, just enough to let him slip his hand underneath it. “My - I’m wearing my-” you start, trying to tell him you’re wearing an undergarment to support your chest.

“I know,” Miguel says gently. “I could tell you were struggling because of it. Is it okay if I shift it slightly?” he asks carefully before he even makes a move, being a gentleman as always.

“… Yes, that’s alright,” you reply softly.

Miguel nods. “I’m going to slide my hand under your top now,” he says, letting you know what he’s doing as a way to avoid making you uncomfortable, and aware of his actions. As soon as he slips his hand under your shirt, your warmth radiates off your skin, greeting his own.

You stare right ahead, sensing the warmth from his hand even though he hasn’t even touched you yet. You wait as he moves his hand further up.

“I’m going to apply it now,” Miguel says softly, waiting to see your reaction. Once you nod, he nods back. He presses his fingers to your bare flesh, a second later, he begins to rub the ointment onto your soft skin. His fingers move gently but efficiently, making sure he’s applying the product appropriately so it does what it’s supposed to do.

Your eyes move to your lap as you feel Miguel’s fingers on you. They’re warm, but you’re not surprised. The man always seems to be warm, so it’s not unusual. What’s unusual is his actual touch. From pinky hugs to him touching your forehead and now your back, this is a lot of progress on Miguel’s end. It’s a lot for one day and yet, he’s doing it.

Then, there’s your own progress, you suppose. You haven’t had someone look after you in a long time, haven’t had someone touch your bare skin like this. You try to remember the last time someone, Peter, touched your back when you were sick like this. You find that you can’t remember it. It’s been that long.

Miguel rubs his fingers gently over your skin, unable to ignore how soft your skin feels. “I’m going to move your underwear a side. Is that okay?” he asks again, withdrawing his hand to grab more of the ointment.

“Yes, that’s okay,” you reply softly, returning your attention to the moment.

With permission, Miguel slips his hand once again under your top. He shifts the undergarment aside, gently and respectfully, before pressing his fingers to your skin again. With more space now, he moves his fingers more freely, rubbing in the ointment until he feels it’s been applied properly.

Neither of you truly notice that his fingers have gone still against your skin once he’s done. His fingers remain there, pressed to your soft skin, your warmth marrying his.

It’s seconds later that Miguel realizes, leading him to withdraw his hand in a way that would seem hesitant to anyone watching. He exhales softly and collects more ointment, just a little, not as much as before while you both silently miss the touch and warmth from each other, like the moon misses its stars on a starless night sky.

“And then, for the stuffy nose,” Miguel says, gaining your attention. “Just a little right here.” With you facing him, he reaches with his index finger and gently rubs the ointment on your nose. “It’ll help you breathe a little better,” he whispers, staring at your nose to be precise with the application. “There.” He slowly lowers his hand and meets your gaze. You seem surprise, so Miguel gives you a small and sweet smile. “We need to cover these arms,” he says, pointing at them. “The AC has been turning on, you’ll get cold. Here, you can put this on if you’d like.” Miguel tugs at the cloth still draped over his shoulder. A sweatshirt.

Wordlessly, you accept it. You recognize it as his, Miguel’s. Sometimes he wears it around the penthouse in the evening. You remember him wearing it yesterday, which means it’ll smell like him. You put it on, careful not to rub off the ointment from your nose. The sleeves are a bit long for you but you don’t mind, if anything, that makes it feel even more cozy. You sniffle quietly, noticing how warm and soft it is, and despite the ointment’s fragrance on your nose, you still catch Miguel’s scent on it. You smile as you fix it around your waist before Miguel pulls the blanket higher up your body.

“Thank you,” you say softly, gazing at Miguel who is still on his knees next to you.

He’s still smiling, giving you that sweet and gentle smile, even when he reaches behind him. He offers you the saucer plate with the cup.

“I made you a tea, it’s supposed to help with colds,” he says while you accept it. “Be careful not to burn yourself.”

You take a small drink, the flavor settling well with you and rushing soothingly down your throat and chest.

“Thank you, Miguel. That's really soothing and it tastes great.”

Seeing your smile, Miguel continues to smile back. “Me allegra [I’m happy], I'm glad you like it. Are you comfortable?”

You begin to nod but Miguel gets up. “I should get you a pillow. Hold on.”

“Wait, that's not-” you start but Miguel is already up the stairs. A few seconds later, you hear his approaching footsteps.

“Lean forward, please,” he says gently, so you do. Miguel slides the pillow behind you, fixing it so it'll be positioned just right for your head to rest on. “There.” He steps back and looks at you, trying to think if he’s forgetting something, or if there’s anything else he can do to make you feel better and comfortable.

“I… Thank you, Miguel,” you say, looking up at him, holding your tea. You briefly notice that he didn’t bring a pillow from your bedroom, but one of his own since the pillowcase is grey, just like his bedding set.

Miguel smiles softly at you and nods. “Always,” he says softly. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You nod once more, giving him a smile. “I will, thank you. You’ve done so much… Thank you, truly.”

Miguel crouches, grabbing the ointment container and closing it. “I’m looking out for you, just the way you looked after me,” he says, turning to look at you. “I don’t like seeing you like this, you know. So rest properly, so you’ll be back to your usual self. Please.”

“I will… I am,” you reply, sounding like you’re making him a promise.

“Good, thank you,” he says, as if you’re doing him a great favor by resting and getting better.

“You should rest, too.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you’ve been - looking after me all day. You’re probably tired, too.”

“I’m good,” Miguel reassures you. “Not tired at all. Promise.”

“Alright… will you at least sit down?”

Miguel smirks softly. “That I can do,” he says before he settles on the couch across from you once more. “TV?”

You nod. “Yes, please.”

With a soft smile, Miguel asks what you want to watch before you both decide on something, settling for a movie. You spend the rest of the evening in the living room together, Miguel watching over you like a loyal knight to his queen, both when you’re awake and when you doze off due to the medicines’ effects.

He makes sure you have everything you need and even notices when your face shows signs of discomfort, your hand pressed to your tummy.

“Is your stomach hurting?” Miguel asks, worried that your cold is turning into something else.

Noticing his concern, you ease his worries by telling him the truth. “It’s my period. It’s coming up soon, probably a few days. Or even tomorrow,” you say, trying to remember what day it is. With running into Harry and then your lunch with him, and now sick, you can’t even remember. “It’s cramps. They’re not bad, thankfully.”

Miguel almost scoffs. They’re not “bad” and yet, your face shows clear discomfort. “I can make you another tea - canelita.”

“No, no, it’s alright. I’ll just take some medicine in a bit,” you reassure him before you ask him a question about the movie, distracting him from the topic for the rest of the night, or so you think.

-♥︎-

The next morning you wake up without an alarm. Miguel and you decided last night to take off today again, for your sake, and yet, you’ve waken up just past 7:30 by the need to use the bathroom.

There, you’re met with the lovely (not) news that your period has begun.

“Yay,” you say, grumpily. “Sick and now on my period.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re back in bed with brushed teeth and different clothes on. You fall asleep again for some time. Only waking up when you hear Miguel’s gentle voice, coaxing you from your sleep.

You blink softly, your gaze finding his warm gaze and sweet face.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers, gazing back at you. He notices you look better today, back to yourself.

“Better,” you reply in a whisper, eyes fluttering for a few seconds to blink the sleep away.

“I’m relieved to hear that,” he says, crouching next to the bed. “How are you feeling… your period?” he asks softly, worried you’re feeling unwell from it. Last night you may have succeeded in changing the topic but not in erasing the worry and thought from Miguel’s mind. It reminded him of the first time he went to your apartment, how unwell you were. You haven’t missed any days at HQ because of your period since then, he knows that. Ever since that time, you’ve added more self-care steps to your period routine but Miguel hasn’t forgotten how unwell you were.

Over the months, he’s silently, and discreetly, made sure you don’t push yourself too much when he guesses you’re on your period. Thankfully, the new things you’ve been doing has helped you a lot, which include drinking canelita ever since he made it for you the first time. Either way, Miguel still tries his best to figure out if you’re pushing yourself too much because he worries about you.

“You don’t have to tell me… I just - you’re okay?” Miguel adds.

“Yes, I- I started today. I’m feeling alright right now. No cramps, or headaches,” you share, feeling comfortable to talk about your period with Miguel.

He seems relieved to hear that. “Good, I’m glad.” He sighs softly. “I bought you medicine either way, if you’re interested.”

You sit up slowly, fixing the covers. His blanket is sprawled over your bed and you’re still wearing the sweatshirt, the one he gave you last night. “You did? When?” you say, shifting slightly and patting the edge of the mattress, offering Miguel a seat.

He stands up and sits, keeping some distance to avoid disrupting how comfortable you look on the bed right now. “After you went to sleep last night, I ordered some. I got it delivered this morning,” he replies. “I figured I could help and offer you another option just in case what you’re taking now is not working. Plus, I remembered that medicine from this universe might be more effective than what you’re taking from your universe.”

“You think so?” you ask, looking hopeful.

Miguel smiles, his gaze softening because of your face. “I think so. Lyla has done some research and comparisons. Medicines are more effective in some universes than others, from prescriptions for colds to menstruation pain, even birth control pills. Apparently this universe is one of them, so this menstruation medicine might be better than yours.” Miguel pulls out a box from his pocket and offers it to you, the package sealed. “So, if you want, try this out. See if it works better. If it does, I can buy it, or if you’d prefer, I can have the infirmary supply it to you, whatever you wish to do. If you’d like to try another prescription in the future, just let me know, too, and we can look for an alternative,” Miguel offers as he watches you look at the box with hope.

“I’m going to give it a try if the need arises, thank you,” you tell him softly, looking up at him with a smile. “If it does, I’ll definitely be asking you or the infirmary to supply it to me. I’ve been trying new ones but they seem to stop being efficient after some time, so I’m hopeful about this one. Thank you so much, Miguel.” You gaze at him happily, feeling hopeful about this medicine. You’ve been using a different kind ever since the day Miguel showed up to your apartment, realizing the former one only seemed to make you drowsy and since then, you’ve been trying out new ones, hoping to find something more stable. You have hope this new medication will help after what Miguel said.

“Always,” Miguel replies, returning the smile. “Just let me know what you want to do, okay? I’ll happily do either. Do you want breakfast yet?”

You place the medication on the nightstand, considering Miguel’s question for a few seconds before realizing your stomach feels empty. It’s as if the moment he brought up food, your body recognizes it’s hungry.

“I myself, do,” Miguel says. “My stomach feels empty. I didn’t eat anything else after the chicken soup.” He pats his stomach, a bit of a frown on his face. “And neither did you,” he adds.

You chuckle. “So does mine, so I could definitely go for breakfast,” you reply. “What are we making?”

“I’m making something I’m certain you’ll like.”

You grin, hearing him emphasize that it’s him that’ll be doing the cooking. “Alright, alright. I’ll just…”

“Sit on the counter and give me cooking advice,” Miguel says, remembering the first time you cooked for him here at the penthouse when he was injured in the spring. He wanted to help you make food but you declined and told him he could offer conversation and advice, but no physical help considering his injuries. Despite you being capable to use your arms and the rest of your body, Miguel refuses to let you do any kind of work. He wants you to keep resting so you’ll fully recover soon.

“I see how it is,” you reply, shaking your head slightly in amusement. “But I can do that… I have no choice.”

Miguel smiles and stands up from the bed. “You’re still recovering, so take it easy. I’ll wait for you downstairs, okay? I’m going to start on the coffee.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs in a bit. I’m going to make the bed.”

He nods with a small smile and heads back downstairs, giving you your time to start your morning routine in peace. He���s relieved to see you feeling so much better this morning, even smiling and playing along with him. You’re almost back to your usual self, the way he likes to see you. If he could, Miguel would take away your sickness for himself. Hell, he’d take the period cramps, too, if it meant you wouldn’t experience pain and discomfort.

As Miguel starts on the coffee and waits for you to come downstairs, he wonders to himself for the first time why you got sick. He wonders if it was the rain, or maybe sleeping on the living room floor, even over the rug. Growing up, he was told that such thing can make someone sick among other things, like walking barefoot, or sleeping with wet hair. He was always warned by his Mexican mother about it but he brushed it off, even when he got sick after doing one of those very things he was warned about.

Miguel sighs softly. Maybe it was sleeping on the ground.

Then, he wonders if it was stress from your encounter with Harry Osborn, a thought that brings a frown to Miguel’s face. The encounter with Osborn left you tense and nervous, and he hated seeing you like that. He doesn’t like how Osborn caused you such stress and is now wanting to be back in your life after years of ghosting you when you needed someone after Peter’s death.

Miguel still doesn’t know what your decision on that is. He hasn’t asked, though he won’t deny he’s curious. At the end of the day, it’ll be your decision.

However, that doesn’t mean that Miguel will let go of the grudge he has for the man. Miguel can’t help it, knowing what Osborn did to you. It does more than upset him.

He clears his mind from Osborn when he hears you approaching the kitchen, deciding to not give a moment of his time to the man when you’re here with him. What matters right now, is you, so he carries on with breakfast.

Miguel gives you a cup of coffee and continues to cooks, filling the penthouse with lovely scents of food. You sit at the counter, drinking coffee and talking with him. At some point music starts playing, surprising both Miguel and you.

“Lyla,” he says, remembering. He hardly saw her yesterday since he stayed home and she was busy helping Jess at HQ.

Both of you wait for her to pop up but she doesn’t.

“I guess she’s busy,” you say softly when she doesn’t show up.

Miguel nods with a grin. “Seems like it. I’m sure she’ll make an appearance later today.”

The two of you continue on and have breakfast, with soft music playing in the background. You take your medicine afterwards, which prompts Miguel to ask you to go and lay down. Even when you offer to help clean the kitchen with him, he declines and gently asks you to rest.

So you do. Feeling better than you did the day before, you think about yesterday and everything Miguel did to help you get better, even pushing his own boundaries regarding physical touch. You softly touch the top of your nose, remembering the way he gently applied the ointment yesterday. That leads you to the fact that he applied some on your back, too. That seems surreal but it did happen.

You smile at the thought, thankful for Miguel, who eventually joins you in the living room where you both watch some TV for a while. He’s truly glad to see you in a better mood today, taking notice that you don’t seem as sleepy as yesterday and that your nose isn’t stuffy either. It seems that you’re recovering quickly, which makes Miguel feel relieved. He still feels some worry about your period, though, but he really hopes that the new medication will at least help lessened your symptoms if you experience any.

He watches you for a few seconds after taking a seat, noticing that you’re still wearing his sweatshirt. With looking after you and making sure you have everything you need, he suddenly remembers yesterday, when you told him in your sleepy state that you “like” and then “love” his scent. The thought brings a warmth to his cheeks.

Did you really mean it? Or, was it just words being said in such sleepy state? He almost wants to ask you now but he stops himself, thinking the topic might embarrass you, and maybe, you really didn’t mean them.

He shakes his head at himself, turning to look at the TV instead. You both watch it for a while and spend the morning together. You manage to stay awake all the way up until after lunch time when you excuse yourself to your room, telling Miguel you’re going to take a nap because the medicines prescribed by the doctor at HQ are making you sleepy.

A few hours later, you wake up to your name being called. Miguel is crouched next to you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. You’ve been sleeping for a few hours and he’s decided to finally wake you up to ask if you’re feeling unwell due to the cold, your period, or both.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asks quietly, trying not to startle you too much with his voice.

You nod and stretch your legs under the covers. “Mhm, I’m okay,” you reply sleepily, making Miguel smile softly. He ends up sitting on the floor, next to your bed, and leans back on the nightstand, his body covering most of it. He stays quiet for a few minutes, looking at the ceiling in silence, thinking about something while waiting for you to fully wake up. Ever since you’ve been sick, he’s had this on his mind but every time he’s about to really think about it, something interrupts his thoughts. He’s wondered about it before but he’s never asked about it. Part of the reason why he hasn’t asked is because the timing was not right. The other part, the main reason, is that Miguel didn’t want to know the answer.

He still doesn’t because if the answer is yes, Miguel knows that it will hurt him. The time has come though. With you being sick and Harry Osborn trying to come back into your life, Miguel finds that this is the best time to ask. Sensing that you’re fully awake now, Miguel decides to ask what’s been on his mind.

“Did you ever - get sick? Before joining the society?” Miguel asks, still staring at the ceiling. “Between Peter’s death and you joining the society?” he continues, quietly, softly.

On your side, facing him, you stare at the wall thinking about his question.

“Yes. I got a few colds here and there but nothing more serious like the flu, thankfully,” you reply a few seconds later after thinking about it, thinking of the few times it happened. “And then a few times because of my period.”

Miguel nods, gulping softly. He turns to face you, remembering when he went to your apartment the first time ever because you were unwell due to your menstruation. You were all alone in pain and discomfort. That was one time alone - one month in many years of solitude. He silently wonders for how many of them did you experience a similar situation? How many times did you lay alone on your bed in an empty apartment while the rest of the world went on about its day?

How many times did you lay half-unconscious, half-awake squirming in pain and clutching your stomach?

It kills Miguel to think about it.

“Hey,” you whisper softly, catching his attention. For several seconds, his eyes have a distant and pained look in them. “What’s wrong?”

“I”m sorry,” he whispers back, blinking and coming back to the present - to you.

“For what?”

Miguel sighs and looks away, leaning his head back. Eyes closed, he wonders if he should tell you.

“Miguel?” you whisper. “What is it? You look upset.”

Miguel’s head snaps back to face you, eyes open. “Not with you.” He shakes his head, making it clear he’s not upset because of you or at you. “Never with you, I’m sorry. I just - you being sick - I’ve thought about it before and now that I’m here to see it, it’s brought back thoughts - questions,” Miguel says in a whisper, eyes meeting yours.

“Questions… About what?” You prop yourself up with one arm, wondering what’s going on inside Miguel’s mind. Whatever it is, is bothering him deeply. You wonder if it has to do with his question about you being sick in the past while alone.

“It hurts me,” Miguel admits softly.

“What hurts?” you ask, brows knitted, concerned.

“To think about you, alone for so long all those years. Especially when I think about you feeling sick, with no one to care for you - to make sure you ate, someone to ease your discomfort. To think that you were on your own,” he whispers.

You inhale deeply, your heart’s strings pulled by how bothered Miguel is by this. It feels as if Miguel really is in pain.

“Don’t think about that, Miguel,” you tell him softly. “It’s in the past now. Those days are over.”

“But you shouldn’t have been alone. Someone should’ve been there with you.”

“It was my fault. I pushed everyone away after Peter died.”

“No,” Miguel says, shaking his head. His tone is somewhat stern. “None of your friends should’ve ever accepted you parting from them. They should’ve kept reaching out. Kept showing up to look for you - to make sure you were okay. You had just lost Peter - you shouldn’t have been alone,” Miguel insists, his voice gentle. “Harry… He should’ve been there for you, especially.”

Surprise rushes to you. You weren’t expecting Miguel to talk about this, for this to be what’s been bothering him so deeply, as if it pains him in a physical way. “I was going to cut ties with him, too,” you reply, trying to lessen his hurt by stating a truth. “I was planning on it.”

“Planning,” Miguel states. “But you didn’t. Maybe you would’ve gone through with it but you didn’t actually do it because he disappeared before you could. He just - left you,” he says softly, shaking his head in disbelief. Ever since he learned about Harry Osborn and the fact that he abandoned you right after Peter’s funeral, it’s been impossible for Miguel to not hold a grudge against him but now, knowing that there were times when you were sick and alone, it only makes that grudge grow. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry you were alone all those years, with no one to look after you.”

“You have no reason to apologize. You didn’t do anything,” you reply gently, wishing that you could lay a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“No one deserves to be alone,” Miguel says.

You slowly sit up when he says that. “No, no one does. Including you,” you say softly, remembering the time Miguel told you he used to think he was meant to be alone, to live a lonely life.

Miguel’s gaze softens. He nods. “Including me.”

Smiling, you pull the covers higher as Miguel watches you. He returns the smile, feeling some calmness despite his negative emotions about this topic.

“I’m sorry if I’m… Overstepping.”

“You’re not,” you respond, gently.

He gives you a nod. “I just - I hate thinking about it. I wish…” Miguel trails off. “I wish you hadn’t been alone for so many years. If I,” Miguel pauses. “If I was there… I would’ve never left you alone. I would’ve gone to your place, every day, and knocked on your door until you opened up.”

You smile softly, your eyes slowly filling up with tears because of Miguel’s words. You blink them away, trying not to cry in front of him. With a sigh, you nod.

“I have no doubt you would’ve,” you tell him, believing this in your heart.

Miguel smiles, his own eyes glistening while thinking about the past. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he says, sincerely.

You shake your head, sniffling a bit. “Don’t be, Miguel. In the past, I’ve wished I had been here sooner, that I could’ve been here for you when you needed someone, too. Even if you pushed me away, I would’ve kept trying, the same way I did when I first started organizing the lab for you. Knowing what I know now about your life, I’ve wished for that many times. Too many,” you admit. “But you know what? I’m just thankful we’re in each other’s lives now. I wish it had been sooner but the fact that we’re even here now, that makes feel so grateful.”

You sniffle softly, thinking about your past.

“Those years I spent on my own… They’re in the past. Behind me. And although there were many lonely days and nights - days that I can’t even remember anymore because they all blended into one - it makes me appreciate the now so much more. I’m thankful for our friends, the spider gang. This,” you say gesturing to Miguel and yourself. “I’m so - so thankful for it. For all of it. For you,” you answer softly, smiling sweetly at Miguel despite your eyes threatening to spill your tears.

Miguel smiles again and leans forward. He reaches with his hand, placing it on top of the bed. He offers his pinky finger, which you notice immediately. You smile warmly at the offer and take it, wrapping your own pinky around his. Gently, you give it a squeeze, one Miguel returns.

His feelings of hurt regarding this conversation have calmed more. A part of him will always wish he had met you earlier, that he had found you sooner so you could’ve been in his life earlier, but your words and smile - your sweetness - replaces his hurt with pure ternura [endearment], so much the next words simply spilled from his mouth like stardust.

“I’m grateful for you, too, dulzura [sweetness],” Miguel whispers, still smiling. “I have been, for a long time now.”

You stare at each other, smiling, your chests stirring with affection, appreciation, and love. For several minutes, you simply enjoy the moment of such vulnerability with Miguel, calming each other.

You think about the little nickname Miguel gave you. Despite all the feelings you’re experiencing right now, that doesn’t mean you missed that part. You chuckle, still holding his pinky finger.

“Does this mean I can call you ‘Miggle?’” you ask.

Miguel rolls his eyes, playfully, of course. “Only when we’re alone. The spider gang would have a field day with that nickname. Peter B. especially,” he says gently.

You snort softly. “Fair enough.”

Miguel stares at your joined pinky fingers. “You may call me something else.”

Humming softly, you give Miguel’s pinky finger a hug with your own, smiling. “I’m going to think about it, then.”

“I look forward to hearing your ideas,” Miguel replies, amused.

You stare at the wall, beginning to think of a nickname you’d like to give Miguel.

Mig.

Migs.

Miggy.

Fangs.

You feel a cramp in your stomach, interrupting your thoughts. With your free hand, you press your stomach slightly, something that catches Miguel’s attention.

“Does your tummy hurt?” he asks, worried.

“Just a cramp,” you reply. “I’m going to take some of the medicine you gave me.”

He nods. “I can get you a heating pad. I have one.”

“I have… the socks with rice.”

Miguel’s brows raise in surprise. “The ones I made you?” he asks. “From back then?”

You nod, looking away, embarrassed. “Uh, yes, they’re quite efficient, so I… Kept them. They’re in the dresser,” you say nodding at them.

He turns to look, still surprised, only to find them laying next to a clean stack of clothes. He didn’t notice them before until now. He nods after a few seconds, gently squeezing your pinky finger. He doesn’t want to let go, even if he doesn’t voice that, but he also wants to look after you.

“How about I make dinner and then you take the medication? I’ll heat up the rice socks for you, if that’s what you want to use.”

You nod after a few seconds. “I like that plan, but I can help-”

“By resting,” Miguel finishes, somehow standing up without letting go of your pinky finger. “I got it. You rest, alright?”

“Alright,” you say with a sigh, still not used to someone looking after you like this after so long.

“Good. I’ll cook and you can rest. I’ll tell you when dinner is ready.” Miguel stares at your joined fingers once again. He frowns for a second before squeezing your finger one last time for today.

You understand, so you squeeze back before letting go. “I’m going to take a shower while you cook. A hot shower always helps me.”

He nods, smiling softly. “If that helps, then go ahead and take your time. We have unlimited hot water.”

“Trust me, I know,” you say standing up at last from the bed. “I’ve become quite spoiled with the shower here, I feel like I forgot what my shower even looks like.”

Miguel chuckles despite the fact that he remembers that soon you’ll be returning to your universe. Your building will be livable once again and you’ll be gone. He fights the urge to tell you that you can come use the shower whenever you wish to. That you can use all the hot water.

That you can stay here longer, even if your building is ready.

But Miguel doesn’t.

“It hasn’t been that long, has it?” he asks, personally feeling that it hasn’t. Weeks have gone by, but for Miguel, it feels like you moved in just yesterday. “You just got here.”

You laugh softly as you grab something you’ll need for your shower. “It feels like that sometimes, doesn’t it?”

Miguel nods. Always. “Yes, sometimes,” he replies instead, looking away from you and around the bedroom. It looks so homey, so cozy. So you. He wishes the bedroom would look like this for longer. He sighs quietly, shaking his head as you gather what you need. He needs to let it go. He clears his throat. “I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen, alright? Take your time with the shower, no rush.”

You nod with a smile. “Alright. I’ll be downstairs shortly.”

Miguel gives you a little nod and smile, wondering what you’d think about his thoughts. If only he voiced them. He finally steps out of the bedroom and leaves you to get ready for your shower, pushing his thoughts aside and focusing on cooking dinner and making you feel better, even though his mind is whirling with thoughts about you moving back to your universe, about your expressed gratitude for him, his nickname for you, which slipped from his mouth without a thought, and of your joined pinkies.

Two hours later, you lay on the couch. You’re in clean pajamas, wrapped up in Miguel’s blanket. You’re still wearing his sweatshirt, something that pleases Miguel for some reason. The socks with rice are under your clothes, pressed to your tummy. As soon as you came downstairs after your shower, he heated them up for you since he remembered to get them while you were showering.

You also took your medication for your cold and the new medicine Miguel got you for your period, which seems to have helped with the cramping.

And of course, Miguel made canelita for you. Your empty cup is now on the coffee table thanks to Miguel, who noticed you falling asleep still holding on to it.

As you sleep, Miguel sits across from you. The TV is on since you both decided to watch the telenovela again but you fell asleep halfway through it, which is no surprise to him due to the medication, and the fact that you got hit with a cold and your period at once. Definitely too much in a few days.

Miguel sighs softly. At least you’re feeling better. The worse of the cold is over now, at least it seems so, and you have new medicine for your period, so hopefully it’ll be better this month.

“She’s sleeping?”

Miguel blinks in surprise, finding Lyla over you. “Yes,” he says softly.

Lyla nods, watching you. “She always looks very peaceful in her sleep.”

Miguel raises an eyebrow but nods. “She does.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” Miguel replies.

“I’m surprised you’re awake.”

“Why?”

Lyla snorts and disappears for a second before appearing over the coffee table. “You fall asleep on the couch sometimes, especially recently.”

“Okay, and?”

“I’m just saying.”

Miguel rolls his eyes, not annoyed but just wondering why Lyla is even bringing that up. “How are things at HQ?” he asks.

“Good. Everything is running just fine. Don’t worry.” Lyla stares off to the side, arms crossed over her chest now. “I learned about a theory the other day.”

“What’s the theory?” he asks.

“Humans sleep better when people they love are around. Sometimes even small things that remind the human of their loved ones help, like the sight of their jewelry, or the smell of their perfume…”

Miguel hums. “That’s interesting. What piqued your interest in that?”

Lyla shrugs. “Nothing, just came across the article. Interesting stuff,” she says looking at Miguel and then at your sleeping form. “Well, I’m glad to see she’s doing well.”

“She is. She was better today. I’m sure the worst is over now,” Miguel says, his tone one of relief.

“I’m glad,” she says, turning to face Miguel again. “Well… I’m going back to HQ. I have some stuff to do.”

Miguel turns to her, nodding. “Okay, that’s alright. Thank you.”

Lyla smiles and nods. “You got it, boss. Take care of Y/N.”

“I will,” he says before Lyla gives him a peace sign and disappears.

He turns to look at you, finding your sleeping face. You truly do look so peaceful when you sleep.

“Always.”

A/N: MIGUEL GAVE US A NICKNAME!!!!! Sorry for screaming but - it was necessary!! You guys... Miguel... 🥺😭 HE WAS SO SWEET AND TENDER AND JSJIDJ why is he not real??? I want to marry him. AND WHEN HE TOUCHED OUR CHIN ??? AND APPLIED VAPORUB ON OUR BACKS AND NOSE????!!!! (Not me screaming about my own fic) Miguel really said f them physical contact boundaries today 😌 for real!!

I really hope you guys enjoyed this update!! Thank you for the support as always, guys 🥺 it really does mean a lot to me!! THANK YOU!!!!

-Alondra ❤️

Also, this was Miguel fr but with a smile and tenderness because it's reader obviously:

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[diorcities]

icarus

pairing: jeno x fem reader.

genre: smut, angst

content: mention of inexperience reader, mention of virginity, face riding (female), slight bondage (collarbone), female masturbation, fingering, anal fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, oral sex (male).

wc: 2.5 k

an: stop bc this look so ridiculous i don't even care. am i projecting? yes. do i want my yn moment? also yes. i love daydreams, and i love being delusional, anyway, enjoy <3

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oh, icarus! for all you have fallen, still you flew! and for a moment, the sun knew of you, too.

“yn, you're here?” your friend snaps her fingers in front of you, making you blink twice. “i'm having a collapse,” you confess, grabbing your head. “oh, no, i think i'm having a panic attack.” your eyes widening as the realization hit you in the stomach. “yeah... can you have it later? we're in the middle of something.” you laugh, tense. “i mean, what's going on? we've been here before,” she wanders around, as the lineup moves. “like, past year, you forgot?” you shake your head, a glimpse of a smile slowly dancing on your lips.

of course you remember.

last summer was the best summer of your life. after you have studied all year for your final exams at university, you and your friend went on a summer trip full of concerts and traveling around the globe. it was a rewarding experience for passing all your exams with good grades and saving money on your part-time job. it didn't matter what concerts you were attending. imagine dragons, coldplay, taylor swift... after a whole year of working hard, it was kind of a present from you to yourself. forgetting completely about college, both of you had a great time last year.

one night you two bumped into a concert having a place in your city. your friend immediately wanted to go, and consequently, dragged you with her. since your motto was <enjoy the summer as if it was your last> you didn't waste time and started to feel the vibe of the moment. letting yourself go.

a guy caught your attention that night. spending all evening looking at him in awe. amazed. later that night, you were sure his gaze was fixed on you. stealing glances from time to time, your heart beating so fast in your chest from the arousal. when the concert was over, he invited you to come with him.

his voice was low and raspy, like a shot of rum. and later that night, you knew his breathing was sharp and heavy. arms covered in veins, body sculpture, and chiseled by some divine god. eyes so dark you are scared to drown in the void of his pupils. nose long and manly that still makes you wet your underwear. you let him have you that night. a couple times.

“oh, god, i lost you again.” your friend rolls her eyes. “what's the deal with you?”.

“sorry, i got lost in my thoughts,” you reply, advancing with the line. your friend gives you a look. “you sound flustered,” she notices, smiling. “stop that,” you cut her off, hearing his laugh. “i mean, i'm a human, i'm nosy,” she defends herself. “what if i wanna know what happened?” “nothing happened,” you answer. she huffs. “lies.”

once inside, you and your friend go to the right side of the scenario. “you never told me about that guy you met last year,” she comments. “you know... your first time.” she adds. “oh, what if he's here tonight?” her eyes wides. “could be,” you say, distracted. “that's why you've been smiling so hard, i just know it.” she laughs. “i kinda wanna meet this sex god that has you smiling like an idiot.” you join her and laugh. your smile dies in your lips as the bitterness hit you. chest starting to hurt. what if he doesn't remember you? what if he doesn't want to see you? your fingers start to fidget the moment the lights go out.

and there he is again. the warmth expanding in your chest when your eyes manage to find him. he looks the same as always. ethereal. unreachable. magical. your eyes opening, trying to grasp everything. frame it in your head. tattoo it. he doesn't look at you. his eyes sweep the whole place with parsimony, but his eyes don't find yours. and the flame in your chest spreads. wanting. wishing. your muscles move on their own as you stand up, without worrying about how ridiculous you are trying right now. but your attempt worked. and now his eyes lock with yours. and you feel like you're holding your breath, yearning.

is this how icarus felt when he approached the sun? this burnt feeling through the limbs, only to find out he was burning inside out? suddenly falling (in love) with joy because, for a moment, he was close to the sun?.

his eyes weigh down when he looks at you. charged with a deep feeling, an unknown emotion. licking his lips as he sinks into his thoughts, imagining. his hectic breathing makes him look attractive. his skin glowing with sweat. flexed arms looking bigger; the memory of them holding you tightly as he penetrated you with care. you bite your lip instinctively, and you see him spasm where he stands.

both of you don't think you can hold it anymore.

the hours pass slowly. a torture for you, already waiting for him. your fiery pussy wet by your violent desires. lips part open as you breathe fast and superficial. he disappears behind backstage and doubt freeze you right where you are. wondering if you imagined it all. until a message.

j: you free?

“no. fucking. way.” you shush her watching her open her mouth, in disbelief. “you're texting jeno!?” she whispers, and you nod. “wait, what? hold on.” her eyes sparkle. “so this mysterious guy is the one and only jeno lee?” you roll your eyes. “jeez, you'll let everyone know.” she glances at your phone. “well, you better go, right?” she says. “wait, you're not coming with me?” you ask, worried. “i mean, i don't see any threesome word anywhere, so yes, i'm leaving,” she says, “you better show off. tell me all about it tomorrow,” she demands, walking away. “eh, can i have an autograph, perhaps?” she jokes, before winking. you watch her leave before responding to the message.

you: always.

even up close, your eyesight doesn't do justice to his beauty. he had a shower before you arrived. water pearls forming in his jet-black hair. his hands guide you to a wall before attacking your lips fervently. with sharp and hungry movements, he devours your mouth with desperation. leaving you breathless. the kiss breaks enough to take a breath of air, a thread of saliva connected to your lips due to arousal. feeling his tongue make its way through your mouth, flicking and moving, causing your arousal released in your core. “i want you,” you whisper in his mouth, feeling his hands running over you. “how much?” he breathes. your hands guide one of his hands under your skirt. his palm rests in your pussy. wetness going through the fabric. a filthy groan leaves his mouth. “take it off for me, angel.”

you do as you're told. lowering your underwear to your ankles and picking it up from the floor. you hand it to him, watching him bring your underwear to his face, sniffing your scent. “cute,” he says, before he kisses you. hands finding the buttons of your shirt, undressing you. leaving quick pecks on your lips, he guides you to his hotel bed. you drop yourself on the surface, staring intently at him standing in front of the bed. “show me how much you want me.” his glossy eyes darken at the sight of you spreading in the bed as you do what he wants. your black skirt lifted up, showing your wet pussy. your fingers slide between your folds, before inserting two in your cunt, remembering the times you touched yourself thinking it was him.

your head pulls back, eyes shut, feeling a sweet warmth in your intimate area. your mouth opening to let out little gasps, while your fingers move rhythmically and quickly in and out of your pussy, hitting hardly your spot. “jen-o,” you pant with a whine. the only mention of his name on your glossy lips makes his dick twitch inside his pants. he sits in the bed, eyes glued on your fingers stroking your cunt. your back arch as you feel the flames spreading inside you, his hands stopping you from reaching your climax. a wave of spasms shakes your body, as you bite your lips, opening your eyes, before he uses the same hand that pulled out your fingers from your pussy to insert his own. “let me.”

his movements are by far more precise and agile than yours. his long fingers going in and out, as you stirred and hissed and twitched your face in pleasure under the blackhair's gaze. his free hand goes to your collarbone, restraining you from moving under his touch. the wet sounds filling the room with your whimpers and moans, feeling his fingers increase intensity and speed, driving you insane, making a mess of babbling and incoherent words. your eyesight going black when he hit your sweet spot repeatedly, limbs going numb, before the fire pools and spread in your core, to the rest of your body. legs pressing together as he keeps flicking his fingers inside, your walls contracting and pulsing in his digits.

he lets you go to lick your arousal from his fingers, humming in an instance. “so sweet.” he states. “fuck, let me taste a little more.” you feel his breath in your pussy, before his tongue wipes out your sensitive core. your hands go to his hair, feeling him licking and sucking you. your legs spread open, as he dives into your pussy with heavy breath.

he detaches from your pussy and sits up on the bed. his hands seek yours and climb you on his lap without difficulty due to your muscles still stiff, body feeling lightweight. he kisses your neck and lips. hands disappearing under your skirt sensing his fingers testing your ass, sliding his index finger along the length, until finding your hole, inserting his digit with a quick move. your body stutter as the warm feeling embraces you, starting to wiggle while his finger fucks you. it's a new feeling for you, arching your back due to the strange pleasure that hits you. starting to grind against his lap. his free hand goes to your back, unfastening your bra. his thumb rubs circles in your nipple while his mouth wraps the other one, sucking gently.

he stops his fingers while lifting you with one arm enough to pull down his pants. “are you gonna be a good girl and ride this dick? mmm.” you nod effusively. he releases his length and it hit your leg, twitching. your hands go to your skirt, but he stops you, “leave it on, you look cute.” glancing at his bulge you think that it must hurt him. so you don't waste time after he puts a condom in, taking it on your hands and plunging it inside, already craving it. a sweet burn embraces your pussy due to his thickness. stretching you out. adjusting and wriggling on his length. jeno lets out a rasping grunt before he makes you bounce on his lap. pounding into his dick, your vision fades to black, sensing the waves of pleasure washing you. your breathy moans and soft whines mixing with his guttural sounds. kissing his lips, grinding against him. awakening all your nerve endings.

you contract your walls feeling his dick twitch, before pushing it deeper, the dizziness clouding your senses as you go up and down, constantly hitting your core, almost seeing stars. “fuck, i'm gonna cum.” his raspy voice warns. you go faster and harder, riding him to his climax. feeling his dick, pulsating against your walls, you grind him, rocking your hips back and forth, feeling his cock still hard. your moves becoming sloppy the more you approach your orgasm, finally exploding and throbbing around his length.

you pant, exhausted. feeling mind blurry and body buzzing on top of him.

“sit on my face,” he hisses, lifting you up with ease. his body rests on the mattress as you climb to his chest, hands holding you for support before you sit down on his face. nose rubbing your clit.

you let out a little moan before you start moving. his hands holding your thighs tightly while you rock your hips into his face. tongue licking along your folds, nose stroking your clit, grinding against him, mixing your juices with his saliva. his warm breath hitting your core sweetly while he mumbles “taste so good.” speeding your moves as the knot in your stomach tightens. quivering and crying out because his tongue feels so good, before releasing your extasis in his mouth. your orgasm washes you over, dissolving in shockwaves.

you stroke his hair while he force you to rock your hips along his mouth. feeling so satisfied it hurts. “s-too much...” you cry, trying to stop him from moving you, but he's stronger, so it doesn't happen. “go on, darling, a little more.” he mutters into your core, sending shivers through your body due to the sensation. you swallow, deeply. “let me... i want to taste you too, ” you confess, fluttering your eyes because of how sensitive you were.

you hop off his body and drop your knees in front of him.

holding his cock in your hands, starting to move them up and down. he's already hard. you strike your tongue along his length, hearing his throaty breathing. “put it in your mouth, yeah?” he urges you. your warm mouth receives his cock with pleasure. sucking gently and watching him stare at you while you do it. tongue going to the underside of his shaft before returning to the tip, swollen and red. inserting it with ease until it hits the back of your throat. “you're taking it so well,” he says, breathy. you hum with his cock still in your mouth, causing him to swear. watching him so needy and agitated for you. oh, you wish you were the only one who could see him like that. his cock feeling so good, his tip resting on your tongue as you stroke him. feeling his flavourful seed spilling in your mouth before you swallow it.

you get up from the ground wiping the corner of your lips, staring at him, seeking his approval. “have i done it right?” you wonder. his hand caressed your cheek before sliding into your mouth. “mmm,” he grants. he taste himself on your lips.

“now, all fours on the bed. i'd like to destroy you a few times more.” strocking his length.

you feel him settle behind you, and you don't have time to get ready when his cock buries inside with a hard move. body propelled forward. his hands hold you in place before he starts to smack his hips against yours, pounding at a slow and hard pace, making you feel demolished. gasping with each thrust, your body collapses between the sheets, before he uses his strength to make you arch your back. mumbling and babbling like a fool, brainwashed by the way he's fucking you. your whole body shivering due to the overwhelming feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your abused pussy. “fu-uck.” biting your lips and rolling your eyes to the back of your head, spinning. your pulsing walls wrapping him tight while he curses a lot.

a few more thrusts are done before you release yourself around him. your limbs numbing with a white feeling. mouth part open letting out incoherent words, mind going blank. you feel his grip on your legs, turning you around, now facing him. “want to stop?” he asks, hovering over you and leaving kisses on your neck and chest. his eyes meeting your eyes, watching you smile languidly shaking your head. he smiles before he pulls in. “good girl.”

#nct smut #nct dream smut #lee jeno smut #jeno smut #♡jeno #jeno drabbles

[kristallbluemchen]

Okay! Ich hab Bock auf nen Thread für Nolin Songs (Happy, sad, destructive, hopeful, mir schnurz, alles was ihr mögt und für passend haltet!)

Haut eure favorites raus und lasst sie uns sammeln!

Love Situation (911) - Blanks

Ich würd‘ lügen - Kayef (irgendwie mehr Noah pov but still about them)

What you do to me - Blanks

love should be easy - Zoe Wees 

Hold on me - Ella Henderson

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Midnight Rain - Taylor Swift

You‘re losing me - Taylor Swift

Love lies - Khalid & Normani

Let somebody go - Coldplay & Selena Gomez

Letzter Song - Cro

Falling - Cro

Dich - Cro (OMG Leute! Hört den euch an und schaut dann noch mal Folge 1047!)

C'est La Vie (Graham Lake Edit) - Graham Lake

Scream - WTRGRL & Zhone

Just friends - Nuno Freitas

Gravity - Michael Johnston 

Just You and I - Tom Walker

Flash mich - Mark Forster (Ja, der obligatorische Mark Forster Song hat es auch in meine Playlist geschafft)

The heart wants what it wants - Selena Gomez

Sorry - Justin Bieber (fragt nicht)

Wish I could forget - SLANDER, Blackbear & bring me the Horizon

Dream Boy - Waterparks

Closer - Waterparks

Kiss me - Sixpence None the Richer

Smile again - Blackbear

You be love - Avicii ft. Billy Raffoul

Miss you - Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz

Lost without you - Kygo & Dean Lewis

Unendlichkeit - MilleniumKid & JBS

Mit dir - MilleniumKid

Dir ist es egal - MilleniumKid (AUA)

Until I found you - Steven Sanchez & Em Beihold (unser inoffizieller Endgame Song 💔)

Heaven - Bryan Adams

When you‘re gone - Bryan Adams ft. Melanie C.

Please forgive me - Bryan Adams

It must have been love - Roxette

Listen to your heart - Roxette

Liar - LOWLIVES

Let Em Go - Matt Hansen

Break my heart - Matt Hansen

Without you with me - Matt Hansen

Dead the day you‘re gone - Matt Hansen

Where you belong - Matt Hansen

Can‘t stop loving you - Phil Collins

True Colors - Phil Collins

Weißt du - Rowli

Durch die Nacht - Francis

Close to you - Dayglow

Had me @ Hello - Luke Benward (don‘t ask aber der Song ist gut)

Mine - Michael Gerow

Broken - Isak Danielson

Don‘t think twice - Hikaru Utada (any Kingdom hearts Fans here? 👀)

Alone Pt. II - Alan walker & Ava Max

Falling stars - Fabian Schuster

Missed chance - Fabian Schuster

Strangers - Jake Cornell

Count me out - HART (not really sure about that one but it kind of fits?)

Clarity - Zedd ft. Foxxes

I‘d rather die - Lost stars (das ist so Noah!)

Vertigo - Lost Stars

Something just like this - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

no more days alone - Isaac Anderson

#schloss einstein

[birdmitosis]

Fanmix-slash-playlist for Slay the Princess! Song list under the cut. There’s 96 songs on this fanmix/playlist, and it’s about 6 and a half hours long.

Some of the songs were not available on Spotify, and they will be linked to on YouTube below. (Some artists have 2 songs on the playlist; aeseaes, The Crane Wives, and Hozier each have 3 because they were just too perfect. Also, some songs are definitely on here because of other people's fanvids or even just suggestions, and I've made note of and credited all of those!) (All fanmixes/playlists are a perpetual WIP.)

aeseaes - All Things Devour

aeseaes - Semantics

aeseaes - Tongues

AG - Terrible Thing

t h e . a i m s - Violence & Blood

Alanis Morissette - Everything (friend suggestion)

Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra - Trout Heart Replica

Amber Run - I Found

The Amazing Devil - The Horror and the Wild

The Amazing Devil - That Unwanted Animal

Andrew Bird - Imitosis

AURORA - Your Blood

Baby Storme - This City is a Graveyard

Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You

Beth Crowley - Monster

Blindside - Withering

Bring Me the Horizon - Deathbeds

Camera Obscura - Fifth in Line to the Throne

Chonny Jash - The Soul Eclectic (inspiration)

City and Colour - Little Hell

Coldplay - The Hardest Part

Coldplay - Square One

Collective Soul - The World I Know

The Crane Wives - Curses

The Crane Wives - Hollow Moon (inspiration)

The Crane Wives - Tongues & Teeth

Crystal Castles - Suffocation (inspiration)

David Bowie - Changes

The Echoing Green - Starling

Electric President - Some Crap About the Future

Elizabeth & the Catapult - Do Not Hang Your Head

Elizabeth & the Catapult - My Goodbye

Ellie Goulding - Salt Skin

Eurielle - Hate Me

The Feeling - Mr Grin

Florence + The Machine - Kiss With a Fist

Florence + The Machine - What the Water Gave Me

Forgive Durden - A Dead Person Breathed on Me!

Foxtails Brigade - Long Route

Foxtails Brigade - Nun but the Lost

Ghost and Pals - DEATHBODY

Ghost and Pals - In Iolite

Hannah Fury - Angels & Absinthe

Howie Day - Collide

Hozier - Francesca

Hozier - In the Woods Somewhere

Hozier - Who We Are

Jack Conte - Kitchen Fork (inspiration)

The Jezabels - Hurt Me

Jhariah - Flight of the Crows

Kate Nash - Paris

Kiltro - Softy

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Magenta Mountain

lasah - taixu (inspiration)

Lisa Hannigan - Oh Undone

Little Dragon - Twice

The Lord Dog Bird - The Shedding Path

Ludo - The Horror of Our Love

Madilyn Mei - Knotted Constellations

MGMT - Little Dark Age

Michelle Branch - Everywhere

Mili (feat. KIHOW) - In Hell We Live, Lament

Mirah - You've Gone Away Enough

The Mountain Goats - No Children (inspiration)

The Mountain Goats - Sudden Oak Death

Mr.Kitty - After Dark

múm - Prophecies & Reversed Memories

The Nor'easters - 715 — CRΣΣKS (inspiration)

Olivier Bibeau - Better Run, Better Hide

Passion Pit - Seaweed Song

PEGGY - Villains Aren't Born (They're Made)

Perfectly Human - Bad As

Perfectly Human - Fly Again

Racoon - Took a Hit

Reinaeiry - When the Sun Loves the Moon

Ricky Montgomery - This December

RIProducer - Fruiting Bodies

RIProducer - What Gave It Away?

Sarah Blasko - Bird on a Wire

Satin Puppets - Bad Moon Rising

Seeming - Someday Lily

Sharon Van Etten - It's Not Like

Shayfer James - Boots Worn Through (inspiration)

Sleeping At Last - Mind

Sleeping At Last - Taste

SNAKE POOL - FIGURE IN THE BACKGROUND (inspiration)

Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes

Solas Composer - He Who Devoured the Dark II

Southwest Statistic - Fairy Tale (friend suggestion)

Stars - He Dreams He's Awake

Subsignal - The Bells of Lyonesse (inspiration)

Sunset Rubdown - For the Pier (and Dead Shimmering)

Talking Heads - And She Was

Trespassers William - I Know

TV on the Radio - Stork & Owl

Woodkid - Ghost Lights

#slay the princess #stp #fanmix #playlist #i am probably going to add to this a lot #and it's already loooong #but man so many songs make me think of this game #can an entire game be a blorbo? #I JUST ADDED ANOTHER ONE IMMEDIATELY #i am beyond parody

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Something something they're all sad -Danny Words: 2,081 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'In My Place' -by Coldplay

LII: I Might Lay down and See if This Fixes Itself

"You know what pisses me off?"

"Many things nowadays," Leo replies from the crawlspace where he works.

"This project," Ara continues grumpily. "What the hell, dude? We're supposed to be honest with each other!"

"We're supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend and you still call me dude," the boy responds, crawling out covered in grime and scowling. "What's your point?"

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to rebuild Festus?"

Leo seizes the cloth hanging from his toolbelt and cleans his hands. "Festus was your baby first, I couldn't tell you and then fail—Didn't want to look stupid if it didn't work."

"Then why are you telling me now?"

"Because you think I don't know what I'm doing but I have a good plan here!"

"I don't like this thing you're doing to us."

"Ain't doing nothing, doll..." he walks past her. "It was done to me too, remember?"

Ara follows him downstairs to the cabins. "I don't think this is the best idea you can come up with, that's all. I think you're going easy on purpose."

He steps into his cabin and leaves the door open for Ara. "I thought Ithaca would help, and it didn't. We think wrong sometimes. You should bribe Janus so he tells us what to pick."

"Oh, don't get me started on that guy! He would make things more difficult for us on purpose, he thrives on indecision—all shades of gray and stuff." Ara looks around the room and gets distracted. "Gods, Leo, how do you sleep with all this mess?"

He snorts. "I don't. I just work here."

The girl gets confused. "You've only slept two nights in my cabin this week—where do you spend the night when I say no?"

Leo changes the subject. "I work better around clutter. If I don't figure out a way to make sure Festus won't crush me to death—"

"Have you been sleeping in the engine room?"

The boy raises his voice in frustration. "Listen to what I'm saying!"

Ara looks at the bulletin board: Leo's drawing of the Argo II is accompanied by a picture of the crew who built it and another of Ara hugging Festus's head. She doesn't want to listen, Ara wants to hide under the blankets with him until the war is over and wants to go back to New York, hand in hand with Leo. 

Ara longs for the little things, and at the same time, she hates them because they make the things she aims for look frivolous and selfish. When Leo met her, she was obsessed with being useful and giving meaning to her death since she'd already concluded her life would be short and dramatic, yet uneventful when it came to being normal. 

Who is she to tell Leo not to aim for the big flashy sacrifice? In short, she's going insane. "I can't listen to this. I'm sorry."

Leo doesn't look surprised, this conversation has happened twice since he returned from Ogygia. Ara isn't ready to face what's coming, and Leo doesn't know what to do to help. The boy sighs, then pinches the bridge of his nose, he looks ten years older. Ara's ashamed of her cowardice, she could talk if they had a clear path ahead, but there is only a pitch-black void.

"I need to know," Leo is extra careful with his words because Ara won't like what he's about to ask her. "If I die for good, are you going to erase me from your stories like you did with Mike?"

Ara's gaze fires up like gasoline, but she says nothing at first. Her feet backtrack, like they always do when an argument hits too close, and then she freezes. Ara counts to five, if she doesn't take a second to think, she'll say bad things like she always does. 

Once her heartbeat is regulated she forces out a response. "I can't escape you like I escaped Michael. Helen left Troy but the guilt never left her. My soul has never known peace when it comes to you."

She thinks of her innocent memories with Leo, holding each other close until they couldn't keep their eyes open. She can't stand how much it hurts even while he's still with her, and it scares her to think it'll only get worse once he goes away.

"I've always been on the run, you know that," Leo sounds so serious it makes her skin crawl. "You're also the only person on this ship with whom I can act how I feel, and I need you to let us be ugly for once, or what we have is gonna rot no matter what we choose."

Ara runs her hands over her face. "I don't want this curse to be the thing that gives our relationship meaning—It will ruin it."

"We were never a perfect couple," he walks past her to exit the cabin. "But only you see that as a bad thing."

Ara gets to the Mess Hall and opens her mouth to speak, but a voice screams before she can even utter one word. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"

"Jesus fuck!" The General jumps out of her skin.

"I thought you were getting rid of that stupid hologram." Piper glares at Leo.

"Hey, Buford's just saying good morning," he grins, stuffing his mouth with a brownie. "He loves his hologram! Besides, we all miss the coach. And Frank makes a cute bulldog."

Their friend turns back into a human and scowls. "Just sit down, Leo. We've got stuff to talk about. Ara, ready when you are..."

The girl sits at the head of the table, placing both hands on its surface to gather her thoughts. Leo sits between Jason and Hazel and grabs a bag of fonzies, a healthy breakfast to begin the day.

"How are you feeling, Jason?" Ara asks, trying to ignore how Leo didn't switch seats with Frank to be closer to her.

"I'm still breathing," Jason answers shortly. "So... we're going to stay airborne and drop anchor as close as we can to Olympia. It's further inland than I'd like—about five miles—but we don't have much choice. According to Juno, we have to find the goddess of victory and, um... subdue her."

"Defeat Victory," Ara already hates the idea. "And subdue her?"

"I'm cool with fighting the occasional goddess," Percy shrugs casually, "but isn't Nike one of the good ones? I mean, personally, I like victory. I can't get enough of it."

"It does seem strange," Annabeth agrees, anxiously tapping the table. "I understand why Nike would be in Olympia—home of the Olympics and all that. The contestants sacrificed to her. Greeks and Romans worshipped her there for, like, twelve hundred years, right?"

"Almost to the end of the Roman Empire," Frank nods. "Romans called her Victoria, but same difference. Everybody loved her. Who doesn't like to win? Not sure why we would have to subdue her."

"She's probably going insane over which side should be winning," Ara reasons. "The children of Nike are all competitive and they don't stop at nothing. I'm sure she's ten times worse."

"How do we defeat victory?" Piper asks worryingly. "Sounds like one of those impossible riddles."

"Like making stones fly," Leo retorts, "or eating only one Fonzie."

Ara and Hazel look at him with vastly different expressions. Hazel scoots away. "That stuff is going to kill you."

"You kidding? So many preservatives in these things, I'll live forever."

"That'd be convenient," Ara mumbles, stabbing an apple with Lily's dagger.

No one knows how to reply to that, except Leo. "You think Nike can give us pointers on how to defeat death? 'Cause that'd be promising."

Ara wants to dismiss his comment knowing he's just taunting her, but it makes sense. "That's... not a crazy idea. Desperate times..."

Frank raises a brow. "You think Nike would be willing to fight death?"

Annabeth makes a face. "Her kids never turn down a challenge. They have to be number one at everything—I wouldn't be surprised if she agreed."

"She sounds like Birdy," Percy smirks. "Are we sure you're an Aphrodite?"

Ara cuts a slice of apple with the knife and sends an unamused glance at her brother. Hazel continues. "But we've got to get the Greeks and Romans on the same team, right?"

"Maybe she's the problem," Jason suggests. "If the goddess of victory is running rampant, torn between Greek and Roman, she might make it impossible to bring the two camps together."

"How?" Leo asks. "Start a flame war on Twitter?"

"Maybe she's like Ares," Percy explains. "That guy can spark a fight just by walking into a crowded room. If Nike radiates competitive vibes or something, she could aggravate the whole Greek–Roman rivalry big-time."

Frank points at Ara and Percy with his spoon. "You remember that old sea god in Atlanta—Phorcys? He said that Gaia's plans always have lots of layers. This could be part of the giants' strategy—keep the two camps divided; keep the gods divided. If that's the case, we can't let Nike play us against each other. We should send a landing party of four—two Greeks, two Romans—"

"Ara shouldn't go," Jason says promptly.

The girl cuts another slice of the apple and frowns. "Elaborate?"

"I think—and I say this respectfully—that your fatal flaw would get everyone killed if you were to face Nike."

"Ambition and victory don't mix," Percy nods in agreement. "You should sit this one out."

Ara leans back, popping the slice into her mouth. "First of all, I never said I should go. Second, I never said I wanted to go. We should be careful to send a group that doesn't clash, so if I were you, I wouldn't send those two either," she points at Annabeth and Percy.

"Hey!"

"No, she's right," Annabeth sighs. "Athena and Poseidon have a rivalry, we don't know if Nike can use that on us, Percy. We don't want to do anything that might make the goddess, um, more unstable."

"I'll go," Piper offers. "I can try charmspeaking."

"Not this time, Piper," Annabeth shakes her head gravely. "Nike is all about competition. Aphrodite... well, she is too, in her own way. That's why Ara is so alike."

"I love being present for these conversations," Ara says sarcastically, driving another slice into her mouth.

"Who should go, then?" Piper insists.

"Jason and Percy shouldn't go together," Annabeth continues. "Jupiter and Poseidon—bad combination. Nike could start you two fighting easily."

Percy gave her a sideways smile. "Yeah, we can't have another incident like in Kansas. I might kill my bro Jason."

"Or I might kill my bro Percy," Jason replies.

"Which proves my point," Annabeth sends an annoyed glance their way. "We also shouldn't send Frank and me together. Mars and Athena—that would be just as bad."

"Okay," Leo sighs. "So Percy and me for the Greeks. Frank and Hazel for the Romans. Is that the ultimate non-competitive dream team or what?"

"It could work," Frank looks at Ara for approval. "I mean, no combination is going to be perfect, but Poseidon, Hephaestus, Pluto, Mars... I don't see any huge antagonism there."

Annabeth is waiting for her response too. Ara shrugs. "Well, if it were Hephaestus and Ares maybe there'd be a problem, but let's hope Roman and Greek don't click like that."

"I still wish we could've gone through the Gulf of Corinth," Hazel sighs. "I was hoping we could visit Delphi, maybe get some advice. Plus it's such a long way around the Peloponnese."

"Yeah." Leo's shoulders fall. "It's July twenty-second already. Counting today, only ten days until—"

"I know," Jason says defensively. "But Juno was clear. The shorter way would have been suicide."

Leo opens his mouth probably to joke about how he's doing that either way but his eyes find Ara's and his statement dies before it can even reach his vocal cords.

"No one is blaming you, Jason," Ara stares at her partially eaten apple. "Delphi wouldn't've been of any help. Something's going on, I think Apollo messed up one too many times."

"Juno said the twins might be willing to help us," Jason reminds her. "Perhaps that's what she meant. We help Apollo and he'll help us in return."

"A lot of unanswered questions," Frank mumbles. "A lot of miles to cover before we get to Athens."

"First things first," Annabeth's posture changes to one more energetic. "You guys have to find Nike and figure out how to subdue her... whatever Juno meant by that. I still don't understand how you defeat a goddess who controls victory. Seems impossible."

Ara and Leo lock eyes immediately. The masters of unlikely smile at each other, and Ara's expression is enough to lift Leo's spirits in a way no amount of good fortune could.

"We'll see about that." The boy winks at her before leaving the Mess Hall. "Let me get my collection of grenades and I'll meet you guys on deck!"

Next Chapter –>

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[lordkingsmith]

March lyric prompt list 2024

1. Girls get loose when they hear this song/Hundred on the dash get me close to God/We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars-star boy by The Weeknd

2. Ain't no problem when I'm the equation/Presence noted, observation/I'm not new here, reborn creation/Come and find me, sending location-The King’s Affirmation by Iniko

3. Living in devotion/It's always like the first time/Let me take a part-Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

4. When all is clarity, the hate you gave to me/With all sincerity hurts like a disease/The wings that brought you here will take you far and near/But you will always be no angel to me-0% Angel by Mr. Kitty

5. I like digging holes/Hiding things inside them/When I grow old/I won't forget to find them-no roots by Alice Merton

6. Confusion that never stops/Closing walls and ticking clocks/Gonna come back and take you home/I could not stop that you now know/Singin' come out upon my seas/Cursed missed opportunities/Am I a part of the cure/Or am I part of the disease?-clocks by Coldplay

7. Oh, what a shame/Your spirit never left/Possessed me like a demon/Made them worship at your bed/Oh, yeah-supernatural by barns Courtney

8. It was dark and I was over/Until you kissed my lips and you saved me/My hands, they're strong/But my knees were far too weak/To stand in your arms/Without falling to your feet-set fire to the rain by Adele

9. I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear/Someone else is pulling at the strings/Something terrible is going down through the entire town/Wreaking anarchy, and all it brings/I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all/I curse the name, the one behind it all-Discord by The Living Tombstone

10. You're in the wind, I'm in the water/Nobody's son, nobody's daughter/Watching the chemtrails over the country club/Suburbia, The Brentwood Market/What to do next? Maybe we'll love it-chemtrails over the country club by Lana Del Rey

11. I can't sit back and wonder why/It took so long for this to die/And I hate it when you fake it/You can't hide it, you might as well embrace it-In Too Deep by Sum41

12. My God, my Tourniquet/Return to me salvation/My wounds cry for the grave/My soul cries for deliverance-Tourniquet by Evanescence

13. I can't live in a fairytale of lies./And I can't hide from the feeling/cause it's right./And I go faster and faster and faster and faster for love.-faster by within temptation

14. And it's my whole heart/While tried and tested, it's mine/And it's my whole heart/Trying to reach it out/And it's my whole heart/Burned but not buried this time/I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out-which witch by Florence and the machine

15. Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near/Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear/Isn't it lovely, all alone?/Heart made of glass, my mind of stone/Tear me to pieces, skin to bone/Hello, welcome home-Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid

16. Another late night, another crazy mood/And I didn't think twice what it would do to you/I was a wild child, you always knew it/It was a matter of time before I blew it-Karma by Brit Smith

17. Yeah I heard you look good in a sundress/I heard you look good when you're undressed/I heard you like to get away/I heard you like to stay out late/I heard you had a couple boyfriends/I heard they didn't treat you right/I heard you're hated by your girlfriends/‘Cause all the guys want you tonight, yeah-rumors by NEFFEX

18. Don't overthink this/Look in my eye/Don't be scared, don't be shy/Come on in, the water's fine/You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit/You say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did/You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried/Got it? Good, now get inside-all eyes on me by Bo Burnham

19. Deep in the dark, I don't need the light/There's a ghost inside me/It all belongs to the other side/We live, we love, we lie-the spectre by Alan Walker

20. The words you whisper are like a love letter/Give you my heart now, for worse or for better/But when the fall comes, will you remember?-sugar high by Scott frenzel

21. Hey, we're just two people trying to love/Oh but how, how can we love/With this wall between us, holding us back-if you were a woman and I was a man by Bonnie Tyler

22. You think you're ready, think you're ready/You're already giving up!/(Woah, who? Oh, woah)/You show me what you've got but you know it's not enough,/And you think this isn't fair,/'Cause you're ready but you're not prepared-scary movies by the home team

23. Mother looking at me/Tell me what do you see?/Yes, I've lost my mind/Daddy looking at me/Will I ever be free?/Have I crossed the line?-all the things she said by t.A.T.u.

24. All I want to do/Is be more like me/And be less like you/Can't you see that you're smothering me/Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?-numb by Linkin Park

25. So insecure, so uptight/I break my neck, to be polite/I cannot take your/whispering, your whispering-dance without you by Skylar Grey

26. I play within my head/Touch my own skin/And hope that I'm still breathin'/And I think back to when/My brother and my sister slept/In an unlocked place/The only time I feel safe-lights by Ellie Goulding

27. Strawberries on a summer evenin'/Baby, you're the end of June/I want your belly and that summer feelin'/Getting washed away in you/Breathe me in, breathe me out/I don't know if I could ever go without-watermelon sugar high by Harry Styles

28. I see a ship in the harbor/I can and shall obey/But if it wasn't for your misfortune/I'd be a heavenly person today-blue Monday by new order

29. Big surprise you're not welcoming/Cause your cliques got cliques/And they don't pick me/No worries I don't want to be/A part of your A team/I came to make a scene cause/Who died and made you king/Nobody-I’m not sorry by NEONI

30. I'm on a cliff, should I enjoy the view/Or fear the fall?/Looking around I breathe in it all/Isn't it funny how things can change/Oh funny how things can change/Oh isn't it funny how/My heaven became my hell-my heaven became…by unlike Pluto

[flamingplay]

What are your favorite Coldplay songs???

Hiiii, dear!!! Thank you very much for the ask, this really put a smile on my face, grateful it was you who asked! :')

So, let's go with the favourite songs list (you can comment if you know some or wanna check out some, would be twice honored haha!)

Violet Hill is one of my most special ever songs, a bridge to the person that is not walking on this planet anymore and a little story of how I introduced my favourite guitarist with the stem from it to this close person [link]... Btw, "it was started by Brian Eno and finished by Brian Eno" in a literal sense - Eno produced that album xD

All I Can Think About Is You is a gorgeous song with such a great build-up, that guitar note at the end is the main nerve of this whole feeling. A shame they played it only once in Tokyo and that's it...

A L I E N S turned from a song that reflected on me feeling compassionate about refugees to a song that represents me. Gotta love myself some unusual 5/4 time signature.

Prospekt's March / Poppyfields my appreciation to this song with its hidden track Poppyfields grew lately even more. The key is in the lyrics

Daylight is the song that made me feel THINGS while delving myself into watching Live 2003 as the first choice of live performances. I heard Jon there singing and playing and nothing that occured in the documentary afterwards made me change my mind about the band, all thanks to Jon xD

I Ran Away comes from the perfect b-sides era, that was difficult to pick one from "A Rush of Blood to the Head" era but this one in particular went with me through thick and thin

Death and All His Friends is an important song that can support me any time. An epitome of the whole Coldplay mood. Incredibly beautiful and underrated.

How You See The World No. 2 is the song that makes me miss the band making very broad statements. They still do but in another way now. All ways are important still though! (also Jon for once is not an atmnospheric carrying force but the whole main course of the song)

Arabesque... As Jon once said in 2001, "There's nothing wrong with jazz!", or how it all turned out 18 years later xD

Speed of Sound is a song that started it all for me. I first heard it in 2005 and had no idea who was behind this song as it was in just non-stop playlist on one of the local radio stations. YEARS later, in 2009 the life has changed

Midnight is a song that became the most unexpected ever, that was an experimental "love at first sight" for me. During one of the dark moments this song became some kind of a collaboration link between me and one Ukrainian embroidery artist.

Here I will draw the line before I remember some exclusive extended intros and outros live songs and add more xD Hope you'll enjoy anything here! And wishing you an amazing day!

#asked #answered #softboi-jon

[btsnvra]

𓂃 ៸៸ new romantics. ❝ cause baby i could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream ❞

⠀ ★ ៹ YOUTUBE ﹐ UPDATE ✦ . . . !

2023 © btsnvra

ⓘ : english ╱ korean

𖥔 𖥦 TITLE — new romantics

𖥔 𖥦 SUMMARY — in which nara happens to be in la, and so is hyerim, and coincidentally so is taylor swift! so nara decides to take her best friend to a taylor swift concert for her birthday.

𖥔 𖥦 CHARACTERS — jung nara and lee hyerim ❪ her best friend ❫

𖥔 𖥦 WARNINGS — nothing really, just crying tears of joy 😻🤞🏽

𖥔 𖥦 WORD COUNT — 0.627k

𖥔 𖥦 AUTHOR’S NOTE — since I’m not in the mood to continue chasing pavements as of rn why not start a new drabble 🤭🤭

𖥔 𖥦 MINI PLAYLIST

𓂅 ✿ … New Romantics by Taylor Swift

𓂅 ✿ … You Get Me So High by The Neighborhood

𓂅 ✿ … Viva La Vida by ColdPlay

“Hi everyone! Welcome back to my channel! If you don’t know who I am, my name is Hyerim Lee and we have fun over here” Hyerim smiles.

“As you can tell by the title it is my birthday today— yay!!” Hyerim says as she starts to get her makeup bags and tools ready for the look she was going for today.

“I think I’m just going to have some lunch with friends today and then truly celebrate when my family flies from Korea to L.A” she continues, Hyerim then heard her doorbell ring. “Oh I didn’t expect any visitors..?” She says confused and gets up from her setup at her vanity mirror.

“NO WAY” “YES WAY!” Was the only thing the views could hear, they couldn’t see anything other than Hyerim’s filming room as she left the camera there.

“Okay guys.., I’m back and with a special guest! Please welcome worldwide sensation the it girl, Nara Jung” Hyerim said as she edited “Megatron” by Nicki Minaj when she walked in. “Wait.. fit check! Do we like it?” Nara spoke and stood infront of the camera. “It’s a bit basic I ain’t gonna lie to you Na.” Hyerim told her, Nara side eyed her and said “well of course! That’s because I am not ready yet and that’s mainly because I have a surprise for you my dear best friend”

“What is it? It better not be like last year when you pied my face in..” she spoke suspiciously. “No of course not! I would never do the same prank twice I thought you were my bestie” she says fake crying and wiping a “tear” causing Hyerim to roll her eyes.

“Anyways! Who is your favorite artist like ever Hye?” “Beyoncè.” “After Queen Bey.” Nara asked “ummm Taylor Swift” said Hyerim. “What if I told you that I may or may not have tickets to Taylor Swift’s concert here in L.A just for your birthday.” She smiled at her best friend.

“NO WAY! YOU’RE LYING” Hyerim said covering her mouth, almost falling to her knees. Nara went close to her ear and whispered “take this as a birthday gift from JK and I because he got these for me to give to you so that we both can go because he knows how much we love Taylor.” “Tell him I will never sneak diss him when he makes you mad ever again please” she whispered back, laughing.

“You guys.. I am about to cry she for real got me Taylor Swift concert tickets I feel like I can kiss her right now.” Hyerim said tearing up a little.

Cut Scene to the girls getting ready and driving to the concert! She wasn’t able to film absolutely everything when they arrived but she did record them singing august and all too well. Even though Nara was herself a huge artist she was met with huge FOMO because she has been a fan of taylor swift since she was 13, looking up the female artist and almost squealed when she and the boys met her in 2018. She even almost fainted when Taylor followed her back on Instagram.

To Hyerim, this was one of the best birthday’s ever for her, she remembers having karaoke nights with Nara on their sleepovers and each other houses and singing Taylor’s album up until 2019, when she moved to L.A but when Hyerim visits her hometown when on vacation they try to have as much sleepovers as possible.

The two girls posts clips and pictures of them at the concert on their Instagram stories, immediately having accounts like PopBase post that they were at the star’s concert. They knew this night would go down as one of the best memories they have with each other.

#✭ bts nara #kpop added member #deluxeocnet #kpop addition #aesocnet #bts 8th member #◟ ⋆ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍 › jung nara ! #bts female addition #bts female oc #◟ ⋆ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍 › misc ! #◟ ⋆ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍 › writings !

[causeilikelix]

'Cause I Like You - Chapter Thirteen - Riding the Soundwaves - Two Years Later

↳ Pairing: Felix x OC / Hyunjin x OC (later)

↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to friends (idiots) to lovers (probably still idiots), high school au, college au, non-idol au

↳ See Chapter One for summery and blanket warnings

↳ Chapter warnings: Like one (1) singular mention of being turned on

↳ Read on my A03: Here

↳ Notes: Sorry this took so long! School, work, you get it! The semester is over in two weeks and then I'm gonna write some more.

<- Chapter Twelve- Chapter Fourteen ->

“Good morning, KNU!  You are listening to 90.5 The Art, based out of the Korean National University of Arts!  I am your DJ for the next hour, Bbokdi.  Welcome to the very first installment of my brand new show:  ‘I Am Who?’  I hope we get along!  You can follow me and interact with me on Kakao talk or Instagram at @Bbokdi_whoshow.

For this show I just wanted to spend some time with you lovely listeners, play some of my favorite songs these days, and do a couple of talking segments.  I have a segment for anonymous confessions and a segment for messages you’d like to send to someone else!  Seeing as it’s my first show, I asked a few of my friends to submit some for me to read.  However, if you would like me to read something, please message me!  

I don’t want to talk your ear off right off the bat, so I’m going to play one of my favorite songs.  I’ve been listening to it pretty much non-stop all week so I’m excited to play it for you today.  So let’s get started and please enjoy this incredible moving song by Day6, and my message to you!  ‘Hi, Hello.’

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Ah, wasn’t that lovely!  Again that was a favorite of mine from Day6 called ‘Hi, Hello’.  I hope you enjoyed it!  Once again you’re listening to 90.5 The Art and I am DJ Bbokdi with my show “‘ Am Who?’  

Let’s see, I really want to feel like I’m friends with all of you and I know that will come in time, but I wanted to introduce myself properly.  I am a freshman here at KNU and I have always enjoyed music and production, so in an ideal world I will be studying that while here.  Some of my favorite artists are Coldplay, NCT, Sam Smith, Macklemore, and of course Twice.  So, you’ll likely hear a lot of them while listening to the show!  If there’s anything else you want to know about me, please don’t hesitate to send me a message!  

Without further ado, let’s get back to the music.  I have a bunch of great songs lined up for this set including Bruno Mars, 2PM, and Imagine Dragons!”

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“... and that was ‘Mirotic’ by TVXQ!.  And honestly, what a classic.  I admit that I do like some of the older K-pop, as it honestly did set the stage for K-pop as we know it today.  

I hope you are all doing well with your midterms!  I’ve been studying like crazy all day and all night.  I thought the studying I did in high school was intense, but it’s nothing like that!  I wish you all luck on your exam week!

We’re going to go into a quick break and then we’ll be back with your favorite segment: Secret Confessions!  

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And we’re back!  You’re listening to me! DJ Bbokdi on 90.5 The Art out of Korea National University of Art.  Now it’s time for ‘Secret Confessions’ where you guys send me anonymous messages on Kakao or Instagram and I read them over the air!  Sometimes it’s nice to get it off your chest.  This segment has really taken off since I started the show a few weeks ago!  I’m so happy you guys like it.  It makes me feel so warm inside. 

Alright, first we have a confession from ‘In My Feels’.  Well, we’re already off to a good start!  They say: ‘I have had a crush on a boy in my class for the longest time and I feel like I’m in middle school all over again!  We’re not in the same group for a project and I don’t know if he feels the same.  I like him so much and I don’t know what to do.  Help!’

Oh, we’ve all been there, I think.  Honestly, it’s been so long since I’ve liked anyone like this so if anyone has any advice, please text it in and let’s see how we can help!  I would suggest just talking to them and maybe asking about a concept you’re talking about in class.  Make sure it’s something they seem to know a lot about.  That way you can get them talking easily.  It will make him feel good about being able to help you with something he knows a lot about and you feel good because you initiated an easy conversation.  

Next, I have a message from ‘Dog Days.’  They say:  ‘Yesterday it was my turn to walk the dog, but I was so tired from school that I paid my little brother to take the dog out instead while I took a nap.  My mother got home from work a while later and thanked me for taking the dog out, but I never did!  And I didn’t correct her.’

Wow, looks like you got away with it!  I bet that feels great to say.  Alright, let’s go ahead and play a song and we’ll be right back!

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Welcome back!  Inspired by the first message, I played ‘The Feels’ by Twice and I am unashamed to say I was dancing a little in the studio.  It’s such a fun, high energy song and it always makes me feel warm when I listen to it.  

The next confession I have is from ‘Bbokie Fan’. They say:  ‘Sometimes I go through the radio archives and listen to your old shows to help me fall asleep.  Your voice is so warm and calming and I could listen for hours!’  Well, thank you!  Oh, that is so sweet of you to say!  I hope you’re sleeping in a cold room or something cause I think if you’re sleeping somewhere warm and my voice makes you warm it might... I dunno, make it too warm?  Well, anyway, you can look forward to more shows from me!  Maybe I’ll play a few quieter songs to help you sleep better. 

Next we’ll be hearing from ‘Rainbow’ who says:  ‘I want to get this off my chest and I think you might be my safest option.  I think I’m gay, and I don’t know how to tell my family.  I’ve never had a girlfriend and I don’t want one.  I’ve only ever liked boys, but I’ve never had a boyfriend.  I’m too scared to tell anyone who I truly am.’ 

Wow, I’m honored that you told me!  Of course, your secret is safe with me.  I’ll be honest in return.  I can go either way.  I’ve liked both girls and boys but I’ve never told anyone about the boys before.  Sorry to my friends who are just learning about this!  But I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of.  I think that if you don’t feel safe coming out to your family, wait until you are before saying anything.  I know it’s tempting to scream it to the world, but your safety is the most important thing.  I’m positive that one day you will find like minded people and you will find someone with whom you belong.

Oh, look.  It looks like I have time for one more song before I have to sign off.  Hmm... I wonder what I should play.  Just kidding, I pre plan my playlists.  Once again my name is DJ Bbokdi, thank you for listening to the show today!  This is ‘Viva la Vida’ by Coldplay!”

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“Guys I am just floored with the support you’re giving me!  Just now my Instagram passed two thousand followers!  I never would have imagined my show getting so popular in less than a semester, but I am very happy it did! 

I have people saying they love the music I play, my advice, and how I sometimes whisper into the microphone.  My best friend always says I have a good voice for radio, so I’m glad to be putting it to good use.  I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for saying such wonderful things!

Anyway, in the last few minutes I’ve gotten a bunch of questions that I want to answer for you, so we’re switching gears a little bit!  I just got the question ‘do you have any pets?’ and the answer is unfortunately no.  I would love to adopt a little kitten or a puppy, but I am about to move in with a couple of my friends in an apartment that does not allow pets.  So maybe one day!  Until then, I satiate my desire to have a pet by going to dog and cat cafes to cuddle with them there! 

Someone also asked ‘What was your favorite memory from high school?’ and I had to think about it for a minute.  I had so many great memories in high school.  However, I would say this.  In my junior year I transferred schools and I was worried about fitting in, but right away I ran into an old friend from primary school and from there I met many of the guys I consider my best friends today.  So, I think I got lucky in that regard. 

Ah!  Sneaky!  Someone asked what my real name is!  I would have told you if I wanted you to know!  I know you’re all so curious, but part of the fun is the anonymity.  I know you all have so many more things you want to ask, but I’ve been talking forever.  So, I think it’s time to play a song! 

Honestly, I’ve been thinking about someone I knew in high school a lot.  I’ve been missing them and wondering where they ended up.  Whenever I think about high school I always think about this song.  I used to listen to it every day on the bus ride in.  It always motivated me to face the day, and I hope it can help you, too. 

This is ‘Amsterdam’ by Imagine Dragons. 

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That last song we just heard was ‘Sugar We’re Goin Down’ by Fallout Boy.  Truly, what a classic.  I really like the era of music from about 2003 to 2010 with all of those boy bands like Fallout, Panic! At The Disco, Parachute... just to name a few.  

Gosh, you guys are swarming me with so many questions!  Today I’ve received more questions than confessions, so next week I’ll do an extra long confession segment and focus on questions today!  You know I love sharing my thoughts with you guys.

This one reads ‘What did you think of Ali Gatie’s last album?  Have you listened to it yet?’

Oh my gosh, of course I’ve listened to it!  One of the songs is on my playlist for next week.  I really think he has a unique take on...

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... Which is why I think that is my favorite song off the album.  Oh boy, I didn’t mean to talk your ears off about that for so long!  We’re going to go through a quick little commercial break and then we’ll continue!

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Welcome back!  You are listening to “I Am Who?” with your favorite smooth-talking DJ Bbokdi!  For those of you just joining us, I’ve decided to mostly just answer questions today instead of doing confessions, so I’ll be reading only confessions next week! 

Just in, I got a very important question from number 3783, ‘Important! Please read!  Are you dating anyone?’ Oh!  Haha, I suppose I should have been expecting this question at some point.  To be honest, no.  I’ve gone on a few casual dates with people but I haven’t had a significant other since high school.  I haven’t been terribly interested in dating, since I’ve mostly just been focusing on University!

Next I have a question from number 8236 asking, ‘DJ Bbokdi, what is your number one hobby on the weekends?’

Oh this is an easy one!  Lately, when I have free time, I’ve been baking a lot!  Last weekend I got to try out this incredible banana bread recipe and...

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             Welcome to the show!  You are listening to 90.5 The Art and I am DJ Bbokdi.  For today’s show, since earlier this semester I did a show all with questions and then later did one with all confessions, I figured we needed a show with all music.  

You see, finals week is almost upon us and I know we all have a lot of studying to do.   Myself included!  So I’ve come up with a great relaxing playlist filled with slow songs and some Lo-Fi stuff to help you focus.  I’ll pop in to say hello a few times, but for now let’s just enjoy the music! 

Admittedly, this playlist was inspired by someone who I miss and hold dear to my heart, and wherever they are, I hope this brings them a little slice of joy.  Our first song today is a favorite of theirs called ‘Kiss Me Slowly’ by Parachute.  A part of me always knew they were romantic!  

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Welcome to the new semester at KNU!  My name is DJ Bbokdi and you’re listening to ‘I Am Who?’ on 90.5 The Art. 

Spring is in the air!  Well, kind of.  It’s still brutally cold since it’s only January but I’m honestly so excited because that means we only have two more months until cherry blossom season.  I long for the warm weather and sunny days.  I haven’t been on a decent bike ride in years so I hope to go this spring if I get the chance. 

This semester, I have a lot of great things lined up for the show and I hope you love them as much as I do!  This semester I’ll be incorporating some new things, like a mindfulness ASMR segment, where each show I’ll be reading out some phrases that will hopefully motivate you.  I also have a really exciting show planned for Valentine's Day, so please be thinking about questions and confessions you want to send to me!  If you send them now they’ll likely get lost, so just think about it and I’ll let you know when to send them!

Since it’s cold outside, I decided I wanted to share with you some warm and motivational songs to get you going.  It’s so easy to let that seasonal depression get you into a rut.  I get it, I’m the same way.  So hopefully today my show will make you feel a little bit better. 

This morning we’ll be starting off with ‘Like Ooh Aah’ from my favorite girl group, Twice!

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Alright, that last song I played was ‘Red Flavor’ by Red Velvet.  This playlist is so warm and wholesome.  I hope that these songs are warming you up on this cold day.  I think it might snow later, so be careful wherever you’re headed!

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Good morning and welcome to the [Show] Valentine’s Day special with me!  DJ Bbokdi!  Today’s show will be composed of love songs, love confessions, and a few questions from you guys!  Typically I avoid questions that get too personal, but I figured I would make an exception today since so many of you have been asking. 

Today, we’re going to start right off with a beautiful love song to start the show!  This is ‘No Other’ by Super Junior!  What a classic!

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Alright, that last song was ‘For Life’ by Exo.  That winter tune made me tear up the first time I listened to it!  My roommates made fun of me for it, but I don’t care a bit.  It’s just so lovely and an incredible declaration of love.  

Speaking of declarations of love, we have some lined up for our anonymous confessions!  We have a really interesting one here from ‘Playing With Fire’.  He says, ‘I like my dance partner.  We’ve been paired together in our classes for the last two semesters and with every project I fall for her more and more.  She’s beautiful, funny, and talented, and I can’t believe we’ve been so lucky to work together for so long.  Luckily, I think our teachers see that we have chemistry, but I wonder if she sees it?’

Wow, you’ve got it bad, dude.  Still, she sounds great and I’m happy for you!  Hopefully you can get up the courage to confess.  If I were you, I’d at least wait until the end of the semester.  You don’t want ruined feelings to make things awkward!  

Next I have a confession from ‘Chipmunk’.  He says, ‘I’ve been with my girlfriend for two years now, but now I see that I don’t think I’ll ever want to be with anyone else.  I want to wait until after we graduate to propose, but I don’t know if I have that kind of self control!  I think we can wait that long.’

Oh, congratulations, Chipmunk!  That’s so exciting!  I hope that you can work with her to build a happy life together.  Wow, all of these messages coming in are so happy and warm, I wish I could read them all to you!  

Okay, last one before I play another song.  This one is from ‘Lovestruck’.  They say, ‘Mina-yah!  I like you!  If you like me back, meet me at our spot and accept my heart!’ 

How sweet!  Mina-ssi, I think this was very brave of them so I hope you can give them a chance!  Honestly, for me, it’s always so hard to confess to someone and I think I’ve let a lot of opportunities slip away because of it.  So if they’re brave enough to tell you, especially over the radio, I think you could give them a chance. 

Anyway, I’m going to play a few songs and go into a quick commercial break and I’ll be back in a few!  Starting us off on this set is ‘You Really Are Beautiful’ by Choi Nak Ta!

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Welcome back to ‘I Am Who?’ with DJ Bbokdi!  For this Valentine’s Day special, I wanted to share a little more about myself.  In general, I like to keep my identity secret and only a few of my friends know about the show.  Especially now that the show is so popular, it’s just easier for me to keep my radio life and my school life separate.  But today, because you’re all so lovely and kind to me, I’ve decided to answer a few of the more intimate frequently asked questions. 

So!  For the first question many of you have asked: ‘Tell us about your first kiss?’.  Gosh, it was so long ago.  I couldn’t have been older than twelve or thirteen.  I remember I was at school, I went to a private Catholic school that was co-ed and one of the girls had a crush on me.  This is so embarrassing, but even though I didn’t like her back I agreed to kiss her.  So during lunch we went out to the yard and behind a tree and I gave her a little peck.  Only a few seconds.  It was so embarrassing I couldn’t talk to her for weeks!  

Her crush on me went away after that, so I don’t know what that says about my kissing skills.  I like to think they’ve improved but it’s not like anyone’s given me any feedback. 

Anyways!  The next one is... oh boy... ‘Who was your first love?’  This... this isn’t really an easy answer?  I had my first love in high school but we knew each other before.  She was incredible and pretty and, in hindsight, it was love at first sight.  But it took me a while to realize I liked her.  In any case, we weren’t close or anything and she liked someone else.  She was a piece of work though, but it was fun sometimes.  While I never confessed or anything, she made it extremely clear that she wanted nothing to do with me.  Last I knew of her, she got accepted into medical school so I haven’t seen her since graduation.  

I had a chat with all my friends the other day about this, actually.  It was nice to reminisce and think about all the lovely, positive things about my first love.  I don’t think I’ll ever see her again, but it’s nice to think about her and I genuinely hope she’s doing well.

Alright, last one before another break!  You guys wanted to know if I like anyone now and the answer is... not really?  I think I’m still hanging on to some residual feelings from my first love.  Those are kind of hard to forget, you know?  But anyways, maybe one day I’ll find someone I like.  In the meantime, I have you guys!  

Okay, for the next song I wanted to play some K.Will, a true romantic classic...

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And that was ‘You Were Beautiful’!  I’ve been listening to a lot of Day6 recently.  I don’t know why, but their songs always hit the spot.  The instrumentals are incredible and the lyrics are always so powerful.  Honestly, I don’t know why I haven’t listened to them more.  I used one of their songs as my first song last year, but at the time I hadn’t listened to much else, but I’m glad I listen to them now!  One of my... um, friends, kind of... put me onto them indirectly and now I can’t get enough!  They honestly don’t have a bad song, if I’m being honest...

I hope that these slower songs have been helping you prepare for midterms this week!  I have literally three exams on Friday and I’m tired already.  My wrist is killing me from all the writing and the revision I’ve been doing.  I think I’ll do well, but who knows.  I just hope I won’t fall asleep during my exam.  Anyway, enough talking from me.  I wanna make sure my voice is rested for the ASMR Affirmation segment here in a few songs!  

This next one is from another artist I’ve only recently started listening to.  You guys all know how much of a connoisseur of good music I am, so I always love discovering new music.  I came across this completely by chance and I wanted to share it with you.  This is a great track from LOONA, a group who is admittedly new to me.  This is from their album [12:00], ‘Fall Again’...

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Alright, the last song in that set was [Song] and while I’m loving all of these great songs, it’s time for ASMR Affirmations. 

If you’re just joining the show for the first time, my friends all tell me I have a really nice, deep voice for doing stuff like this.  Since I’m too embarrassed to release a proper ASMR Youtube series or something, I decided to do it in small bursts to work up my confidence.  Since the theme of my show is generally positive, I want to share warm affirmations with you to help you get through the day.  Without further ado, here we go, I’m going to whisper into the mic...

Today I will get everything done that I need to, and even if I don’t, tomorrow is another day.  

I wake up every day and I do my best. 

I am deliberate and afraid of nothing. 

I am here for a reason and I will see it through to the end. 

Failure is just another way to learn how to do the right thing. 

You all are going so amazing on your exams and I am so proud of you for sticking it out even though it is hard.  

Your dreams await you.

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Thank you for tuning into [Show] with your favorite DJ, Bbokdi!  I’m so thrilled to be back this semester!    

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is an absolutely GORGEOUS day to start the new semester.  Last year just whizzed right by and I can’t believe I’m already a sophomore!  Honestly, I think the fall semester is often my favorite.  Starting the semester when it's warm outside and the energy is high is my favorite.  I have some great classes lined up this semester and I have some huge projects I’m working on and, honestly, I’m just loving my youth right now.  

This show will continue on as it has.  I will share my favorite songs, your confessions, answer questions, and do some warm affirmations to start your day!  This morning, I’m just so excited so I want to start off with a bright, warm song that I’ve been obsessed with to get the mood right for the morning.  This is ‘Shivers’ by Ed Sheeran, featuring Sunmi and Jessi!

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And that was ‘The Way I Am’ by Charlie Puth!  Hopefully, these songs are giving you the energy to start the day!  I’ve been really motivated the last few days, so I want to share it with you!  These songs have really inspired me recently.  

I want to jump into a few of your confessions because I have some great ones that you guys sent in this morning.  This is one from number ‘6348’:

‘I just moved away from my family to go to school here and follow my dream.  They all said I would regret it, but I don’t.  In fact, I don’t even miss them.  I’ve never felt more at home.’

Oh wow, I’m so excited for you!  It’s hard, I get that.  My family and I moved to Seoul so my sisters and I could get a good education, but over the summer they moved back home to be closer to my grandparents.  I miss them, but I know I belong here.  So, maybe it’s not exactly the same but we’re definitely in a similar boat.  I am so excited that you’re following your dreams!  Here’s a confession from number ‘8234’:

‘I have a huge crush on my best friend but I’m so afraid to say anything and mess it up!  We’re so compatible but for some reason, I can’t seem to take that extra step.  I don’t want to ruin a good thing.’

I think we’ve all been there, Friend.  At least, I have.  I had a crush on my best friend when I was a freshman in high school I think?  Anyways, I’m sorry you’re going through a tough time and I hope you can figure out what to do!  If it gets too bad, I would consider talking to your friend and seeing what you can do to keep up a healthy relationship.  Remember: communication is key!

Alright, last one for the day, we have a message from number ‘0392’:

‘I’ve been studying pretty much every day for years because my parents want me to succeed, but my secret is that I hate it.  I don’t want to study for a while and just live my life.  I barely was able to convince them to let me come to KNU but even now they want me to be the top student.  I feel like my life has been completely taken over by textbooks and exams and I don’t see an end in sight... I feel so burned out.’

Oh wow, I’m sorry to hear that.  Studying is hard and I am so proud of you for sticking with it even though you hate it.  I hope that soon you can take a break or talk to your parents about letting you take a break.  If you really have worked this hard, you deserve to take a rest.  Now that I think about it, I had a friend, I say friend... she didn’t like me, but anyway, she was like this.  She studied so much our senior year and she got so many nosebleeds from the stress.  My friend, you need to prioritize your health above all else.  That is what truly matters. 

Also, this is your youth!  You will never get these years back and it is so important for you to make the most of it and live your life to the fullest.  I know that’s easier said than done but sometimes that just means closing your book and drinking your tea or coffee in silence, or sitting down and listening to your favorite song a million times, or going for a walk.  

I believe in you!

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Alright, that’s about all I have for the day, I have to get to class here soon.  We listened to some great music and I have just posted my playlist on Twitter!  Before I wrap up, I want to take care of some housekeeping!

As of tomorrow, I will be changing my Twitter handle to something a little more fitting so keep an eye open for that and...

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“GOOD MORNING?  EARTH to Cha Eunbyeol!”  Jiho tugged lightly at the earbud cord dangling from her best friend’s ear.  

The girl in question sighed happily as she stared out across the bustling and busy quad.  The sun warmed her skin and her favorite radio show warmed her heart.  Jiho’s nagging was pure background noise as DJ Bbokdi whispered his final few affirmations of the day into her ear.  His rich, smooth voice covered her like warm chocolate and she sighed again.  Jiho rolled her eyes and muttered something Eunbyeol couldn’t hear, but it didn’t matter.  Not when Bbokdi was talking.  Who cared about anything else?

Her sophomore year at KNU was already off to a good start.  Eunbyeol’s dance class yesterday went perfectly and she was aptly paired with her favorite dance partner for their final project.  The other kids protested, knowing they would get a good grade that way but their professor pretended not to notice.  She and Hwang Hyunjin met in her first dance class in college last year, and while they weren’t partners right away, they hit it off swimmingly.  They helped each other with their routines and with the choreography their professor had them memorize.  Then, during the spring semester they finally got paired together properly for a project and sparks flew.  No other dance partner had ever complimented her the way he had.  His dance style was distinct and skillful and Eunbyeol wondered why he even needed to take dance classes in the first place.  

Eunbyeol only just barely managed to convince her parents that KNU was the place for her to be, and not Seoul National University.  Human anatomy and organic chemistry didn’t interest her in the slightest, so she had to go after something she liked.  No one except her was surprised when she got accepted into the school.  She, Jiho, and Jisung all got their letters on the same day and they met in the library of their high school to open them.  Eunbyeol, somehow, was lucky enough to get just enough of a scholarship to convince her parents. 

And the rest was history. 

She got good grades, had amazing friends, an adorable apartment with Jiho not far from campus, a perfect dance partner, and the warmest radio show to help her through the week.  DJ Bbokdi rambled on about something that happened to him earlier this week and she chuckled at the anecdote but finally noticed Jiho pointing at her watch. 

“What?”  Eunbyeol tugged an earbud out of her ear. 

“Don’t you have class?”

“Yeah, I have Fundamentals of Acting of all things at noon, but that’s not for a while.”  Eunbyeol waved it off and went to put the earbud back in, but Bbokdi’s voice was rudely cut off by the shrill ringing of her phone.  Hyunjin’s handsome profile picture popped up on her phone, alerting her of a call.  It was a sweet picture they took together back in March during cherry blossom season.  The pair of them smiled into the camera and Eunbyeol could forgive the interruption.  “What’s up, Jinnie?”

“Where the fuck are you?”  Hyunjin’s airy voice hissed into the phone and Eunbyeol jumped.  

“What do you mean?  I’m in the quad waiting for class?”

“We agreed to meet at the theater building so we could go in together and get a better chance at being partners for the semester.”  Hyunjin’s pout could be heard through the phone. 

“Yeah, and I’m going to go!  Class isn’t for an hour.”

“You idiot!  It’s literally 11:55 right now.  Don’t tell me you were listening to that stupid radio show of yours again.” 

“What!  It’s not stupid!  DJ Bbokdi really gets me!  Today he played like three songs I’ve been obsessed with recently.  Besides, I won’t be late, it’s only-”  Eunbyeol checked the time on her phone.  “Fuck!”

“I’m never going to speak to you again if I have to be stuck with some random person for the entire semester.”

“I thought Minho was taking this class, too?”  Eunbyeol scrambled to gather her things, shoving her papers and books into her backpack unceremoniously while Jiho watched on. 

“He had to switch out for his stage managing practicum.  I think I have another friend who agreed to take it, but I don’t know if he got in!  If that’s the case, I don’t want either of us to be stuck with some rando.”  Hyunjin whined. 

“Bye, Jiho-yah!  I’ll see you at home!”  Eunbyeol called to her friend, ignoring the ‘I told you so’ eyeroll that she was so famous for.  “Relax, I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon.”

“It’s 11:56 now!  If you’re late you owe me dinner.  You’d better run!”  

With nothing else, Hyunjin ended the call and Eunbyeol wasted no time in picking up the pace.  While running she quickly navigated to the radio station app to see if Bbokdi ended his show yet.  She fumbled as she ran, cussing under her breath the entire time.  Eunbyeol shoved the earbud into her ear just in time to hear the last ten seconds. 

“That’s it for me today, my friends!  Be sure to tune into [Show] next week!  Same time, same place.  Now, I have to get to class.  See you later!”

“Damn it...”  Eunbyeol muttered, racing past the student center without getting the chance to peer in and see if she could see the mastermind at the switchboard. 

Eunbyeol stumbled onto the radio show quite by accident.  In her first semester, she’d found Jiho listening to it one day because Jisung recommended it to her.  Something about DJ Bbokdi just made her heart all warm and before she knew it, she found herself listening every single week.  He had the perfect voice for radio, smooth and enticing.  And he was friendly and loving and such a wonderful person, truly the whole package.  It was no wonder that most of the girls she met on campus always had something to say about DJ Bbokdi and his beautiful voice and beautiful personality.  Surely, with a voice like that, he had to be good-looking.

The idea of being ‘just another fangirl’ was abhorrent and Eunbyeol winced at the mere thought.  She wanted to be his friend somehow.  He’d read a few of her confessions on-air and answered a question or two, but for some reason, it wasn’t enough.  It didn’t feel like he was talking to her.  Not exactly.  

Eunbyeol couldn’t tell if the warmth in her chest was from the show this morning or the physical exertion of running down the path toward the theater building.  She’d only agreed to take this stupid class for Hyunjin, who wanted it as one of his electives outside of his majors.  The idiot was enrolled for two bachelor’s degrees and still found time to take asinine acting classes and he convinced her to do it with him.  She needed a few electives herself, so she agreed.  But... it wasn’t the only reason. 

Her heart pounded as she made her way closer and closer to the building.  She could see it, but he wasn’t standing outside.  Hyunjin must have gone inside to secure a partner.  The professor for this class did the same thing many professors did.  They stuck you with a partner for a semester-long project where you had to equally contribute towards a mutual goal.  It’s how she and Hyunjin got close, and how they wanted to stay close.  Hyunjin was the perfect partner for her and she for him.  It was no wonder why he wanted her to take this class with him.  He didn’t want to be stuck with someone potentially unreliable.  With that thought, Eunbyeol sped up. 

Her phone pinged with a message and she winced, eyeing the preview on her screen as she ran.  Hyunjin wasn’t going to wait for her to be late.  Eunbyeol’s heart sank at the idea of running up to the building without seeing Hyunjin on the stairs.  The only reason she ever liked being late was getting to see him waiting for her.  She wished she could see that today:  Hyunjin’s slender form leaning against a wall or a pillar and swiping aimlessly through his phone before looking up at her and smiling.  She couldn’t decide what she would have missed more.  The end of her radio show or her gorgeous best friend. 

[Jinnie: Professor Min is beginning to dish out partners as a way of taking attendance.  She hasn’t even read the syllabus yet.  You’d better hurry!]

A new text from Hyunjin made her lungs claw for breath.  Eunbyeol cussed under her breath as she started up the stairs toward the building.  The theater building was tall and made of pristine glass.  In the evenings, you could look in and see the sparkling chandeliers and ivory marble floors.  Her senior showcase would be performed on the expansive stage and just the thought made the hair on the back of her neck stand to attention.  She longed to leap and twirl on the hardwood under the lights.  

She didn’t have time to stop and peer into the hall to appreciate the stage like she normally did.  Eunbyeol wanted to dance there more than anything.  Well, except for maybe getting to class on time. 

[Jinnie:  Just listen to your stupid radio show in the building next time... you’re too whipped for that guy.]

She would have to tell him off for that later.  She didn’t have enough brain power to come up with a comeback, but thankfully she could give Hyunjin an earful after class.  She wasn’t that whipped. 

Eunbyeol gratefully rounded the corner and was glad to see the door to her classroom open.  A few students hurried up and down the hallway to get to their respective classes, so at least she wasn’t alone.  A boy several feet ahead of her slipped into her classroom and her heart swelled with a moment of camaraderie.  At least she wouldn’t be the only one late to class.  She glanced quickly at her watch to find that she was only three minutes late, so she might still be able to be partners with Hyunjin.  Eunbyeol wasn’t sure she could survive this semester being partnered with anyone else.  

“I’m sorry, Professor!”  Eunbyeol gasped as she threw herself into the brightly lit classroom.  She doubled over to suck in some deep breaths.  “I lost track of time, please forgive me-”

“Look at that!  It looks like you won’t have to be in a group of three.  We’re back to an even number in the class!”  Professor Min exclaimed, clasping her hands together.  

Eunbyeol slowly straightened out and glanced through the room, her eyes finding Hyunjin as naturally as looking towards the light.  Hyunjin sat near the back by the window and he stared at her with wide eyes.  His jet-black hair was about as long as his chin but pulled back tastefully out of his eyes with a white ribbon.  A few stray stands fell out to frame his slim face.  His features were soft and elf-like, with a strong jawline and cheekbones but handsome eyes and lips.  His thick eyebrows were furrowed together and he mouthed a few words at her through the classroom.  She knew him well enough at this point to tell what he was saying. 

“Where the hell were you, what happened?”  

“Lost track of time!  Who is that?”

Eunbyeol gestured vaguely to the random boy on Hyunjin’s left.  He glanced over before scowling at Eunbyeol.  She didn’t need to be told that the random kid was Hyunjin’s partner.  She hoped he at least saved her a seat.  Eunbyeol knew he’d be mad, but they’d have to talk about it after class.

“Oh, okay!”  A voice at the front of the room exclaimed and Eunbyeol’s attention was ripped rather rudely from her best friend. 

The boy who had slipped into the room before her stood at the front of the room by the professor.  He wore a black hoodie, strange for the middle of August, and a black cap that had tufts of blond hair sticking out the bottom.  His backpack sagged but his shoulders were straight and showed no strain from the weight.  Something about him struck her as familiar, but she couldn’t seem to place him. 

“Student?  What is your name?”  Professor Min, a tall and lithe woman with a long ponytail down her back, once again brought Eunbyeol’s attention back into the room. 

“Ah... I’m Cha Eunbyeol.”  she introduced herself with a deep bow, missing how the boy at the front tensed up the moment she spoke her name. 

“Welcome Cha Eunbyeol!  Please find a place to sit with your partner!  Ah, please introduce yourselves.”

Eunbyeol rose back up just in time to have her world completely turned upside down.  The blond boy turned around to greet her, his handsome face melting into a satisfied smirk that she knew all too well.  She never thought in a million years that she would see him again after high school and, in fact, was banking on it.  She wanted to forget her entire relationship with him but somehow, fate had brought them together again.  She supposed it was her fault for not paying a lick of attention to him after the music video shoot before their senior year.  How could she have known they chose the same goddamn university?

The boy took a step towards her and held his hand out to her.  He stuffed his free hand into the pocket of his hoodie.  Blond hair poked out of the cap he wore from all angles, curling around the back of his neck and flaring out around his perfectly shaped almond eyes.  She almost wouldn’t have recognized him with the longer blond hair if she wasn’t hyper-aware of so many other parts of him.  His soft hands, plush lips, perfectly angular nose and those beautiful freckles scattered along his cheeks.

If it wasn’t for his signature smirk and the obnoxious nickname he called her, she might not have recognized him at all.  When he spoke, Eunbyeol’s jaw dropped and she found herself stuck to her place on the floor.  His voice somehow got even lower and it reverberated through her and went right to the empty space between her legs.    

“Hello, nice to meet you, Sweetheart.”  He whispered the name under his breath so just she could hear it.  “I’m Lee Felix.  Let’s get along, shall we?”

Oh no... he got hot.  Really, really hot.

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EUNBYEOL TRIED TO pay attention to the syllabus in front of her, but she’d heard all of the boring stuff before.  The professor droned on about things like classroom policy, school policy, and plagiarism for several minutes and Eunbyeol convinced herself that was why she wasn’t paying attention.  

Same shit, different day.  

Same shit, same guy, different day... different school.  Eunbyeol’s jaw set as the thought about the unbelievably hot blond-haired boy sitting next to her.  Thankfully, Hyunjin put his backpack on the seat to his right so she could sit there.  

Hwang Hyunjin:  Her dance partner, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, her best friend, her crush.  Whenever she saw him her heart leaped into her throat and she couldn’t believe that he actually liked her too.  Even if he didn’t like her in a romantic sense, he liked her enough to hang out with her all the time and seek out being her partner for class projects.  In fact, aside from Jiho, Eunbyeol thought she spent most of her time with Hyunjin and he spent most of his time with her.  Not only that, but he was the best dance partner she’d ever had in her life.  It was almost movie-like and stereotypical how well they worked with each other, most of the time predicting the other’s moves way before they did them. 

“It’s your fault we’re like this.”  Hyunjin leaned over to whisper in her ear. 

“I know!”  Eunbyeol wanted to scream, but she kept her voice as a harsh whisper.  “You don’t have to remind me.”

“I would have been happy with either of you but now I have neither?  Ridiculous.”  Hyunjin rolled his eyes and leaned away, leaving Eunbyeol to wonder what he meant.  She didn’t have time to ask before the professor finally spoke up about the project. 

“Alright, and now the project!”  Professor Min began.  “You’ll see the details in the syllabus, but here’s the gist.  Your final project will be a pair scene that we work on all semester.  You have a couple of weeks to read a bunch of scenes and one-acts.  Ideally, your performance will be between ten and twenty minutes.  By the third week of class you will have chosen a scene with your partner, by midterms you will perform it once for the class and we will spend a few weeks workshopping each piece.  Then, your final exam will be performing your piece at a showcase in the Black Box theater.”

“Oh god, are you sure you wanna take this class?”  Eunbyeol whispered to Hyunjin, swallowing the lump in her throat.  

“Of course I do.  Come on, it’ll be fine!”  He responded with a glint in his eye.

“In the meantime, while you all are working on your scenes, you will be doing weekly exercises with your partner.”  Professor Min continued and the class groaned at her words.  Everyone except... Lee fucking Felix.  “These exercises will be in the most important thing you can have with anyone: trust.  We will be doing various trust-building exercises in class and out of class for the next sixteen weeks.  Every week I expect you to complete one of them and submit a reflection by Sunday at 11:59 pm.  While I have some plans for in-class things, there is also a list of things you could do with your partner on the syllabus.  There are more than sixteen so you are welcome to do more than that for a few points of extra credit.  By the way, that will be the only extra credit I offer this semester.  With that, let’s get into the grade breakdown...”

Eunbyeol flipped through to the page that listed all of the things she would have to do.  Her eyes widened at the extensive list and nausea bubbled up within her at the thought of doing these things with Lee Felix.  Hold hands for thirty minutes... stare into each other's eyes for twenty minutes...  cook a meal together... read to each other...

What is this bullshit?

She glanced over at Felix who, like her, was perusing the list.  However, he had a delighted smile plastered onto his soft features, making his eyes sparkle in the bright natural light.  Felix, the last person Eunbyeol expected to see much less be paired with, looked over at her and balanced his chin with the palm of his hand.  He smiled warmly at her.  Her heart flip-flopped in her chest.

How obnoxious... ly hot.

“Alright, class.  I am going to pass out your first pair assignment now.”  Professor Min handed a stack of paper to a student in the front, who took one and passed it down.  “On this page, there are three questions you’re going to ask your partner.  Simple things, nothing too much.  Write down their answers and on the back write a brief paragraph about first impressions.  Once you’re done, you can leave for the day and we will start learning about genres in the next class.  If you have any questions let me know.”

The room burst into conversation immediately.  Eunbyeol glanced over at Hyunjin to see about talking to him instead of her partner, but he seemed to be invested in his.  Eunbyeol then turned to look at Felix, who was already looking her up and down with an obnoxiously perfect smile on his face.  Slowly, Felix leaned forward to whisper in her ear, sending chills down her spine involuntarily. 

“I can’t wait to work on this project with you!  I’m sure we’ll have a great time.”  Felix shot her a wink and she scowled in response. 

“As if!”

“Come on, it’s the perfect chance to catch up.  We haven’t seen each other since high school!”

“Yes, and there is a very good reason for that.”  Eunbyeol hissed.

“Here-”  Felix produced a pen out of his bag and leaned over to scribble something on her syllabus.  She tried to wrench her papers away from him, but his veiny hand kept them in place effortlessly.  “When you decide you’d like to do well in this class, shoot me a text.  Or, actually... you should give me your number, you probably won’t text me first.”  

“What?”  Eunbyeol blinked in surprise when Felix tilted his pen toward her and moved his syllabus closer. 

“Sweetheart, like I��m sure you’re thinking right now, we’re stuck doing this together.  Some of these dumb exercises are things we have to pre-plan, so we should talk about what we want to do.  If you won’t give it to me, I’ll just get it from Hyunjin.”  Felix rolled his eyes, taking a page from the stack handed to him before offering it to her.  She took a page and passed it over her shoulder to Hyunjin.  She didn’t miss how Hyunjin’s long fingers brushed over her own.  “God, these questions are dumb.  Let’s get this over with.”

“Fuck this,”  Eunbyeol muttered, grabbing a pen from her backpack.  She leaned over and wrote her digits on his paper before huffing and looking at the page.  After reading the questions, she glanced up at Felix. 

In high school, his eyes seemed to shimmer in the light and it was no different now.  However, it was somewhat reassuring that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to see her either.  On that, at least, Eunbyeol knew they could agree.  Felix rolled his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and read off the first question to her.  He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek in annoyance.  He glanced over the page at her and heaved a sigh. 

Why is he hot even when he’s mad?!

“This is gonna be a long fucking semester, isn’t it?”

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“Student Name: Cha Eunbyeol.

Partner Name:  Lee Felix 

Question 1: Why are you taking this class?

Answer:  My (our?) best friend asked him to take it.  It’s not in his major, but he said he didn’t want to be alone.  They’re not partners now so I guess it didn’t work out. 

Question 2: Three interesting facts about yourself?

Answer:  One... He likes nutella toast way too much, I think it’s a problem.  Two, he’s a music production major.  Three, his favorite color is black.

Question 3:  What is it that you hope to get out of this class?

Answer:  Of course, he said friendship.  He loves meeting new people and learning new things and he really thinks that this class will help him to learn how to develop relationships and work with difficult people to work towards a common goal.

Reflection:  Professor, PLEASE let me switch partners.  If anyone else is unhappy with their partner, I will HAPPILY switch with them.  I know all of this is about trust but I wouldn’t even trust Lee Felix to spell his own name correctly, much less do the work.  I do not like him and I don’t think we will be a good fit for this project.  I’m scared of what will happen if I’m associated with him.  What if... what if I don’t hate him?”

“Wow, Eunbyeol-ssi, it sounds like you have to learn to trust people a little more!  The fact that you and him seem to clash is the exact reason I do this project every semester.  Stick it out and all will be well!  -Professor Min”

“Student Name:  Lee Felix

Partner Name:  Cha Eunbyeol

Question 1:  Why are you taking this class?

Answer:  Her best friend (also my best friend! Small world!) Hyunjin wanted her to take it so they could be partners for the project.  They actually work well together.  Also... this fills an elective requirement. 

Question 2:  Three interesting facts about yourself?

Answer:  One: She hates the color black, she prefers blue.  Two: She’s at KNU on a scholarship and if she drops this class, she’ll probably lose it.  So, lucky for me Eunbyeol is stuck here. Three:  She really likes to dance.  (I knew that already, but she wouldn’t change her answer.) 

Question 3:  What is it that you hope to get out of this class:

Answer:  She hopes to get out of this class alive.  (Sorry, she didn’t give me a better answer before she left.)

Reflection:  Honestly, we knew each other in high school but she hasn’t changed much.  She likes things done her way and she really doesn’t like me.  Unfortunately for her, I think she’s great and I’m super excited to get to work with her on this.  I really hope that some of these trust exercises will help bring us a little closer together.  If anything, I just want to be her friend.  Chances are, she’ll be dramatic about it for a few weeks and then she’ll do it.”

“Felix-ssi, you have your hands full!  Normally I wouldn’t share this, but she asked to switch partners.  If things were bad, I would allow it.  However, it sounds to me like you really care for her and you want to put in the work to do the project and to build your relationship with Eunbyeol.  I’ll be rooting for you! -Professor Min”

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[lizzybeth1986]

Character Playlist: Lily Spencer

So I thought I'd make a playlist that's both vibrant and fun, and deep and introspective, because Lily embodies both for me. Four of the songs I chose have video game references, of which one ("Too Much is Never Enough") was inspired by music in video games.

You'll find the playlist here. Do give it a listen!

Tagging @lilyspencerappreciationweek and @sazanes for LSAW Day 2: Lily the Gamer

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

Never said I wanted to improve my station

An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun

An' I don't have to please no one

Love in December - Club 8

So you fall

when the nights grow longer

into sleep

You won't wake up

And I'm here, I'm sitting beside you

and I'll wait

until the spring

Telephone - Ladh Gaga ft. Beyonce

Boy, the way you blowing up my phone

Won't make me leave no faster

Put my coat on faster

Leave my girls no faster

I should've left my phone at home

'Cause this is a disaster

Calling like a collector

Sorry, I cannot answer

Video Games - The Young Professionals

Go play a video game

It's you, it's you, it's all for you

Everything I do

I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on Earth with you

Tell me all the things you wanna do

I heard that you like bad girls; honey, is that true?

Disturbia - Rihanna

Put on your break lights

We're in the city of wonder

Ain't gonna play nice

Watch out, you might just go under

Better think twice

Your train of thought will be altered

So if you must falter be wise

Don't Panic - Coldplay

Bones, sinking like stones

All that we fought for

Homes, places we've grown

All of us are done for

And we live in a beautiful world

Yeah, we do, yeah, we do

We live in a beautiful world

Game On - Waka Flocka Flame ft. Good Charlotte

It's amazin' all the places and the people faces

Ah, bought the tour bus like a spaceship

I'm racin' against nothin' but time

Probably wouldn't be so lost if you was watchin' the signs

Too Much Is Not Enough - Florence + the Machine

Oh, who decides from where up high?

I couldn't say: I need more time

Oh, grant that I can stay the night

Or one more day inside this life

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the workin' day is done

Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have fun...

Stockings - Suzanne Vega

Do you know where friendship ends

And passion does begin?

It's between the binding of

Her stockings and her skin.

Nintendo Game - Alessia Cara

All the trashtalk is getting reload

I'd rather try my hand at Rainbow Road

I'm focused, play my next move

But you're onto me so it's no use

It's a showdown, a game for two

Pick each other's brains looking for clues

A battle with no objective

Who will be the final one standing?

Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger

Defying the laws of gravity

I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva

I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me

#lily spencer #bloodbound #lilyspencerappreciationweek #LSAW #LSAW 2023 #LSAW Day 2 #LSAW Day 2: Lily the Gamer #lizzybeth1986 #content: playlist

[citnamora]

Aromantic is trending soooo as an aro who is full to bursting with funky music taste HERE'S AN INCOMPLETE LIST OF MY FAVE ARTISTS!

•Coldplay (Parachutes is my go to album by far but Paradise was MY SONG growing up. They're very nostalgic for me :"D)

•Gregory and the Hawk (Relatively new addition but I'm falling for the lyrics and musical composition. I watched a fanmade music video and had to hear more!)

•Strawberry Launch (I found them through tiktok and I really, really like listening to them. They're one of my go to artists for several reasons, one being they're queer <3)

•Tahiti 80 (I found them a couple years ago when one of their songs was playing in the background of a video. I loved it so much I had to find it and listen to the whole thing!)

•Jomm (Another tiktok find but this guy's songs are groovy!! They're just a bop for me. I can't describe it. I think they're really catchy!)

•TWICE (Saw the small animated video that circulated around here for Heartshaker, listened to more of their music, fell in love.)

•The Weepies (This band carried me through middle school and high school. My yearbook quote was quite literally lyrics from Can't Go Back Now. They shaped me into who I am. Not even joking.)

•NMIXX (Came for O.O stayed for Roller Coaster. My sister says I'm a JYP Stan. I didn't realize them and Twice were both under the same company, HAHA)

•Mort Garson (Very different from the above choices but I started listening to this guy's Mother Earth Plantasia album and I am HOOKED.)

•Crumb (My first step into psychedelic rock and I am NEVER going back. This band produces incredible music. It's an experience)

Extra:

★Fifty Fifty [If you listen to this band be sure to download the songs and avoid the music videos. There's a lot of things that came out about their treatment behind the scenes. Boycott.]

#hot aro shit #aromantic #actually aromantic #music reccomendations #music recs #please check these out!! a lot of them have a small audience and they truly deserve more praise and attention <3

[airiat]

northern sky, ten. ✧˚ · .

{masterlist | beginning}

pairing: joel miller x you / f!reader (wc: 35.3k, 10 chapters)

rating: explicit, 18+

work tags: no outbreak, age difference (27/42), hurt/comfort, ptsd, fate, ldr, explicit sexual content (rough/romantic sex, light d/s & sadomasochism, dirty talk, choking/biting, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected piv, aftercare)

work warnings: themes of death (more details here, contains spoilers), depictions of mental illness/alcoholism, light discussion of theoretical relationship with minor (not condoned by either party), light blood kink

ch. summary: you're stronger than you know.

{ao3}

ten. {377}

Here you are. You’re driving down the highway, music loud in the car, windows rolled down. Singing along to some song that he’d probably look at you sideways for playing. 'Cause you make the darkness seem so far / And when I'm lost, you'll be my guide / I just turn around, and you're by my side.

But he’d probably sing it with you. 

If this was your journal, the month that would be scrawled in your looping hand at the top of the page would read May. Cold days don’t come around much anymore. There are cold nights, sometimes. Sometimes, mornings take a while to thaw out. But the chill never outstays its welcome. You live a life of warm sunshine, sweet grasses, and bright green leaves.

What has changed, you’re not so sure of, if only just that the earth spins more closely to the sun now. You, as a whole, have not changed except that the gaping wound between your ribs has been allowed to scab over. Your circumstances, in total, have not changed except that the bright, lingering daylight keeps the ghosts from appearing, clears away the dust from all the crevices in your mind.

Maybe, probably, when the earth drifts in its orbit, and the shadows come back long, looming, so too will the haze over your eyes. Maybe, probably, it’ll always be this slow rising and receding of the tides. Maybe, probably, with more time, you can learn how to drift with the waves.

For now, though, you are driving. You are on the road, the wind rushing through your braided hair. The sunset’s glow bathes the highway and all the cars around you, gold and glittering. Up ahead is your exit. When you pull off and stop at a light, you reach for your phone and redial your last call.

“Hey,” you say when it’s answered. “I’ll be there in maybe ten minutes.”

“See? Here you are.”

The light turns green, and you pull through, turn onto another road and face the rippling orange sun with its perfect framing in the center of the road. Drive as though this sky-lit path was paved just for you. 

Because it was. 

And, so, here it is. All of it that’s meant just for you.

this is it. thank you for being here, for sharing this story with me.

enjoy the silence - depeche mode don't think twice, it's all right - bob dylan since u been gone - kelly clarkson silver springs - fleetwood mac aftermath - tricky luna - the smashing pumpkins trouble - coldplay gravity - john mayer lucky star - madonna

there are a few things in this work that i've left ambiguous, left to be interpreted in whichever way makes the most sense to you. how you need them to be. this story in itself is a shell for you to cultivate your own meaning from, really. you are you, here to inhabit this body, to see new things out of old eyes. but there is one thing that's non-negotiable. maybe you can guess what it is. i said it many, many times: all of this, everything that is good and easy and so delicate that it's weightless in your hands, is for you. no matter how many scars fall between the lines of your ribs. no matter how you choose to swallow your pain. you deserve it all. someone to be gentle with you, a place to rest, a way to feel free. anything that appears for you, is for you. there's no mistake.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #tlou fanfiction #my writing #my posts #sun & sky

[transboysokka]

What concerts have you been to?

Ooooh good question! I’m sure I can’t remember ALL of them but I’ll do my best…

Artists I’ve seen in concert in the US:

Michael W. Smith (Christian singer. Went as a kid)

Jump 5 (I was crazy about them as a kid)

Lots of like. Orchestras. Famous people playing in the orchestras etc lol. Also lots of musicals but that’s different I think

Arctic Monkeys

The Black Keys

Betty Who

The Wombats

St. Vincent

Father John Misty

Janelle Monae

Mitski

Lorde

Kesha (twice)

Harry Styles

Lots of jazz legends in Cuba but that doesn’t really count either bc I was performing with a lot of them lol (humblebrag)

Artists I’ve seen in concert in Taiwan

Mumford and Sons

Hwasa

Taiwanese bands lol: Power Station, Accusefive, Mixer, Crowd Lu, Matzka, Lala Hsu, Hush, 831

The touring company of Phantom of the Opera came here lol they were great

Nobody else comes here or else tickets are gone impossibly fast. I would have loved to see Blackpink and Coldplay when they were here. I couldn’t even get a ticket for Jolin!

I KNOW I’m forgetting some of the American ones but alas….

#quesTian #tian talks #about me

[kookiecrush]

I want to confess something, so my elder sister is early millennial so she has grown up with Backstreat boys , Nsync , coldplay etc like 90s & early 2000s so you know she is not into new boy bands but she heard about BTS , I mean who still hasn't , if there is anyone they are living under rock . Anyway , she is not a big bts fan , maybe casual listener probably heard few songs like dynamite & my universe once or twice. So I as BTS fan told her about MS news about the members & how it is unfair to them (because MS news of BTS is big news worldwide under entertainment section ). Here , comes happy news , after she heard the news , first she said yes this is unfair to them , like they are musicians why they are going to MS . Second, she herself asked me , IS JUNGKOOK GOING TOO ? His album came out & other songs also came out . So I said yes he is going with all members . So my point is I (my inner bts army soul ) felt so giddy & happy that she knows about Jungkook & the fact that he has released songs & album , I mean she perfectly pronounced his name so maybe she already knows about him , probably has listened to seven & SNTY. So now I can suggest her some new JK songs to her to see her reaction 😬😬

The fact that she knows about Jungkook and his album even though she isn't a BTS fan goes to shows how popular he is, even with non-kpop fans. I love that you can now enjoy Jungkook's music together with your sister, anon! I'm sure you're going to have lots of fun introducing her to more of his songs. She'll be hooked in no time 😉

#Ask #Jungkook

[dearweirdme]

I want to confess something, so my elder sister is early millennial so she has grown up with Backstreat boys , Nsync , coldplay etc like 90s & early 2000s so you know she is not into new boy bands but she heard about BTS , I mean who still hasn't , if there is anyone they are living under rock . Anyway , she is not a big bts fan , maybe casual listener probably heard few songs like dynamite & my universe once or twice. So I as BTS fan told her about MS news about the members & how it is unfair to them (because MS news of BTS is big news worldwide under entertainment section ). Here , comes happy news , after she heard the news , first she said yes this is unfair to them , like they are musicians why they are going to MS . Second, she herself asked me , IS JUNGKOOK GOING TOO ? His album came out & other songs also came out . So I said yes he is going with all members . So my point is I (my inner bts army soul ) felt so giddy & happy that she knows about Jungkook & the fact that he has released songs & album , I mean she perfectly pronounced his name so maybe she already knows about him , probably has listened to seven & SNTY. So now I can suggest her some new JK songs to her to see her reaction 😬😬

Hi anon!

I love how giddy you are over this! It’s nice to be able to share stuff with the people you care about.

Your sister and I are peers! And there’s many millennials around in fandom, so maybe she’ll join us too after having heard more of Jk.

#fandom shenanigans

[reveluvgirlsstuff]

Hi since I'm new here I think is the good time to do an intro.

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Name: I'll be known as Lani

Age: 19 (turning 20 less in two months)

Nationality: Fijian and Italian born in Australia

Pronouns: she/her

Hobbies: Reading, baking and playing video games

MBTI: INTJ

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Here's my favourites:

Tv series:

Winx Club

The Golden Girls

Stranger Things

School Babysitters

Bridgerton

Ever After High

Friends

Sonic X

Movies:

All the barbie movies

Harry Potter

Zootopia

Fantastic Beasts

The Princess and The Frog

A Monster in Paris

Bend it like Beckham

Music:

Lana Del Rey

Coldplay

TWICE

BTS

Red Velvet

Lesserafim

Stray Kids

aespa

BLACKPINK

BoA

BLACKSWAN

WJSN

IVE

SUNMI

ITZY

KARD

NewJeans

Winx Club music

Sonic music

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In this account I'll post winx club, sonic, kpop etc and also post some incorrect quotes, headcanons and short stories maybe something about video games.

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follow my other platforms:

On tiktok:

kpop account: _reveluvgirl_

editing account: _florawinx_04

On Instagram:

kpop account: reveluvgirl22

Time Princess account: luvyazdan

Kpop Thread account: cosm.icbutterfly

editing account: heartsforflora

and that's all let me know if there's any questions

#intro post #blog intro #introduction #pinned post #mbti