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The Rose

Pairing: Warden Alistair x Warden Cousland

Link: AO3

Word Count: 1,684

Rating: SFW

Tags: Romance, Falling In Love

An alternative version of the Rose Scene from Alistair’s romance, still the awkward goofball that he is! 

Written for @demonicdivas win all the way back when from my 400 follower giveaway. Sorry for taking so long! 

And I wanted to give a special mention to @datkaraperson (your other blog wouldnt tag >.<) and @nicoleeirin for giving me the prompts idea! Once stopped being afraid of writing Alistair’s humor, this was a fun prompt to write!

It was late at camp, the fire sluggishly burning, most of the logs now embers. Almost everyone had gone to bed, but Elissa gazed pensively at the flames. Alistair could tell she wasn’t really seeing them, though. What was she thinking of? The bloody past or the bleak future? She really didn’t talk about what was worrying her most of the time, but with the way the world was going there plenty of reasons for why she was looking so sad tonight. She usually hid it, and hid it well, but tonight there was a fragile quality about her. A sadness that ached at him.

He glanced around, making sure there was no one to see his fumbling attempts, and moved to her side. “Hey,” Alistair gulped, sitting down next to her.

Elissa blinked, coming back to herself. She turned and smiled halfheartedly, and Alistair gulped as the full force of her gaze landed on him.

Abruptly, he thrust out his hand. “Here, look at this.”

She looked slightly startled at his jerky movements, and he almost snatched his hand back. But Elissa raised a hand, brushing her fingers along soft petals. “A rose?”

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@screenshotsofdespair

i just wanna say i live for ur entire blog u made me appreciate seugiku in the first place and oh god im down the rabbit hole

im so— AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA??????????

PLEASE my blog is such a mess and all over the place but im so honoured that my unbashful love for two(2) homos is contagious enough to have made you appreciate them 😭😭 im crying ur such an amazing artist and u saying this to me makes me leap with joy

Figuring.

Life is so messy lately but don't worry i am fingering myself

[Slides these your way with a lopsided grin, for fun reminders]

…

A small comp I like to call 'dib what the actual fuck'

Not Google gaslighting me by saying that internal ultrasounds aren't painful and only cause "mild discomfort" 😭

Bank theft-- 💀

No Post on Saturday(July 22)!

Hey guys I’m really sorry to say, but I got sick with the flu and won’t be posting this week 😅

Please accept these as a token of apology 😭

These are the designs of my original turtles!

Once again I’m really sorry about this, but I promise next week you will get your post!

Happy Yoongi Day! 🤍🤍🤍

I think I speak for a lot of people when I say that Yoongi is really important to me 🥹🥹

He’s the reason I fell in love with BTS, and to this day he continues to inspire me so much, as a creative and as a person.

I admire his artistry, his creative process, and the effort he puts into everything he does. I admire his candidness, his openness, his tenderness, and his vulnerability.

He’s a beautiful soul, and I’m so glad that I get to witness and experience him and his work. I can only hope that he knows how incredibly loved he is by the people in his life, as well as by all the people he’s touched through his music. I hope that life is treating him well and that he stays happy and healthy.

Till 2025, we’ll wait for you 🤍

I just found out that people are ‘anti jiraiya’ and I’m appalled. And it’s funny cause the people who don’t like him are all like ‘he’s a pervert’ … but are the same people who say the most craziest, freakiest shit about anime characters?? Like atp aren’t we all kinda perverted??

people need to start shipping characters who have killed each others whole families or whatever again. we’ve lost something as a society.

I couldn't have said it better myself, thank you OP

Monkey D. Luffy: The Infantilization of his Character and Why that is Not Okay

So here’s my long promised infantilization rant about Luffy. It is quite long so buckle in everyone.

Something I noticed about OP, very early on in the fandom, was that people treat Luffy like he’s a ten yr old in the body of a seventeen/nineteen yr old. This treatment can even be seen in how some bits of the fandom are upset (not all of these people, but some) with the “seriousness” of post-timeskip and look at pre-timeskip in such a “holy fun-times-silly-bit” light. They just, in summary, (and once again, not everyone, but some) don’t like that Luffy acts “more like” an adult than he did before, having thought of him as some stupid ten yr old who kinda didn’t know what he was doing.

The biggest way people infantilize Luffy is by calling him stupid and childish in the way he acts. Sure, there are moments where Luffy does show himself to be not-so intelligent and moronic, but the majority of these instances are riddled with hyperbolic phrases and actions to really drag home humour (Oda, and manga/anime creators period, really love to use hyperbolic humour in their works). For example, when Luffy goes red in the face when he “thinks” bc its “too hard.” Unfortunately, Luffy thinks all the time (all sentient species do) and so that scene is just a hyperbolic humour to sort of drive home the point Luffy’s not the most conventional or “sharpest tool” in the shed. 

They point to him struggling with words, being hyper, not understanding certain social ques and etiquette, etc. as reason why he is like a child and stupid, using examples (like those I mentioned above) as to WHY Luffy’s a kid or childish or “uwu baby.” This is an incredibly problematic way of thinking (outside of just being funny or using hyperbolic language yourself) and I’ll elaborate more below.

Artists depict a SEVENTEEN/NINETEEN year old Luffy, who is canonically very fit, well built, and while lean, and a physically/mentally matured young adult - as a skinny, small, big-eyed, innocent chubby-cheeked baby. Which when compared to the way they draw Law/Zoro/Sanji etc. really makes Luffy look TEN and not THE YOUNG ADULT HE IS. If your art style is leaning more toward how I described Luffy above, and you draw all other characters the same - you are wonderful and keep up your beautiful work. Bc you are not infantilizing and just have that kind of art style. But there are those who draw, for example, Zoro and Law with sharp angles, big chests - as matured and then Luffy small, skinny, and chubby/rosy cheeked beside them which is… Which makes it look like Law/Zoro/etc are standing beside an actual child - which is really not okay. 

People talk about Luffy as if he can’t take care of himself. As if Nami’s the Captain in everything but name and not Luffy bc he’s “too stupid” or “too childish.” They point to how Luffy lets Robin and Nami makes decisions, how the crew face-palms over Luffy, how they have to “hold him back” like he is some child when is not.

I could rant to you about all the reasons WHY Luffy’s an adult - more mature even than the typically seventeen/nineteen yr old, in great detail, but I won’t bc it’s truly clear if you watch/read OP with a critical eye. I’ll just say this. He runs his crew well, he is a very talented fighter, emotionally he is able to understand and aid people extremely well, he understands injustice and such with a very good critical eye (to the point where he can’t really understand how people can be bad/mean), he is capable of understanding situations well enough to knock some sense into people (ex: Luffy telling Vivi she can’t save everyone), he can feed himself, etc. etc. etc. I could keep going, but I won’t bc I’m probably preaching to the choir. 

Anyways, people point to reasons as to why Luffy’s “childish” and “stupid” and I’m here to tell you no, he is not, and you pointing that out is a very ableist way of thinking. 

Individuals who are disabled, who are neurodivergent - as adults - are perfectly matured and capable individuals. However… society doesn’t see them as such and points to certain things and says, “Oh look. Child.” when that is not the case at all. 

Individuals with sensitivity and textural issues are called childish for cutting off tags or being “picky eaters,” wearing the same sets of clothes or eating the same meals. Yet they work and earn a living, feed themselves, do taxes, feed their families, have families, go to clubs, etc. 

Individuals who have speech disorders and/or ADHD/Autism can stutter, forget words easily, have trouble pronouncing them on a common scale, not really understand social ques, etc. Yet they go to work, have families, pay taxes, do their grocery shopping, have sex - yes, this too, etc. etc. They are adults who are mature and not children. Yet bc they might be hyper or talk too fast, or have trouble speaking “normally,” etc. they are labelled childish. 

Luffy, as a character, very much “gives off” the vibe he is neurodivergent. ADHD, Autistic, ADD, honestly you could probably identify even more with him but for the sake of “simplicity” will leave it at these. I personally headcanon Luffy as on the spectrum bc he fits that very well for me. I know others who attribute ADHD to him which fits too. ADHD and Autism can sometimes appear very similar to each other. Maybe Luffy as a character embodies both bc he has both. All the traits people point to that make Luffy “stupid” or “a child” are also traits of someone who is neurodivergent. 

Equating those traits to stupidity and/or the person being childish - and so a child - (and so incapable of taking care of themselves/reliant on others/unmatured as a person) is a very ableist way of thinking bc that is exactly what happens to neurodivergent individuals is the ableist world. 

The infantilization of Luffy, is the infantilization of neurodivergent individuals. It is a very dangerous and problematic way of thinking when one considers the impacts that the infantilization of disabled individuals has had on the community. Such a way of thinking can kill, has killed. So please stop infantilization characters, period. Especially those who are reflective (whether purposely by author, purposely by fandom, or unconsciously/unknowingly) of the disabled community. 

But to finish… If you ship Luffy with anyone or don’t ship him with anyone and draw/depict him very childish near them/compared to them, you are putting out very problematic images. Infantilization of characters who are 17/18/19+ leads to hyper-aging actual children. If you point to a 17 year old and call them a child, a mere baby who can’t take care of themself and needs a parent all the time 24/7, then a ten year old who is a child, a baby who can’t take care of themselves and needs a parent 24/7 is unwittingly equated to that seventeen yr old. People probably don’t realise this/mean it but that is what is going on. A Ten yr old is not a seventeen yr old or older. They are ten. A seventeen year old can go to the mall by themself, kiss their partner, have a romantic/sexual partner. A ten yr old can not, ever. I could keep writing examples, but I hope people see where I’m going with this and get my point. 

In conclusion, I guess. Stop infantilization, it is ableist and dangerous when pushed onto people/characters who are disabled and incredibly problematic and very dangerous, period. No matter who it is done to.  

This ^^ also directly interacts in a very intertwined way with the feminization of Luffy and I will be writing on that next.

It’s so heartbreaking finding out that one of the adults you used to look up to is a pedo

[231118] A letter from Mito ⠀ I, Mito, will give you some hints

Image Translation:

2023.11.18

Under the moon in broad daylight, we live in a limited time.

First find me and call me, since we engraved our own mark.

P.S. Don't forget. I'm not the patient type.

Sincerely.

Mito.

3x10

we wanted to go to the sea. [x]

cartman asking butters if he’s ever jacked off to him before and when butters says no (lying) cartman calls him a fake friend

house of the dragon 2.02 // game of thrones 3.03

Oh my God

Muichiro and Tanjirou playing paper planes together, with Tanjirou not really good at it.

Mitchikatsu and Yoriichi playing kites together, with Yoriichi getting the strings tangled up around him.

(also someone said the paper planes represent Muichiro going to heaven and Tanjirou having close calls but still won't die)

murphy’s law!

masterlist | 1k celebration

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff, high school au, troublemaker!beomgyu, stuco president!reader, kind of one sided enemies to lovers if you squint

word count: 3.2k (im so sorry)

warnings: none afaik? just burnt out reader

prompt(s): #5 — “why are you crying?”

requested: “hi! congratulations on 1k followers!!! for the event, can i have prompt 5 with beomgyu? what i had on mind was like highschool au and reader just had a bad day or smth and had to stay after school to clean, and started crying in the classroom alone and beomgyu was also in the school and heard reader crying and found that it was his long time crush? i hope this makes sense! sorry if this was too long too😓 thank you in advance!!♥️♥️” — @loveliii

authors note: omg the first drabble of the celebration... except apparently i can’t write drabbles so it’s more of a oneshot plz forgive me.

MURPHY’S LAW STATES: everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Now, you had no idea who Murphy was, but you used to always believe he was full of shit. There had been plenty of instances where things could have gone wrong, but they didn’t. 

In fact, when it came to your case, it seemed like things usually went right. You got good grades, and got along well with all of your teachers. You were the captain of your school’s volleyball team, and had even been elected your school’s student body president your last year of high school. Things always went well for you, which is why you had never really been a believer in what that Murphy guy had to say. 

At least, that’s what you thought before today. Because now, you were starting to think maybe you had taken your past ability to narrowly avoid disaster for granted. Because today, just like Murphy had once predicted, everything that could go wrong did just that: go wrong. 

It started with your stupid charger. The night before, you must have apparently unplugged it, because when you plugged it into your phone before going to bed, it never charged. Which meant your phone died, and that meant your alarm never went off. And that meant you woke up ten minutes before school started, and your bus was going to be there any second. 

So, in the quickest fashion you could muster, you brushed through your hair so you looked at least somewhat presentable then slipped into your uniform. You were incredibly impressed by how fast you’d managed to do that—just over 60 seconds! It must have been some kind of record. Less impressive, though, was the fact that even though you had been so speedy, you watched as the bus you were supposed to be on drove away in the direction of your school, leaving you behind. 

Thank goodness for all those years playing volleyball, you had built up enough stamina to (barely) get you from your house all the way to the school. You were twenty minutes late, sure, but hey, at least you were there, right? Your first period teacher was not so understanding, almost immediately assigning you to detention after school. 

Detention. You never got detention. In your four years at that school, working your ass off to be the best student you could be, a child your parents could be proud ofc, not once had you gotten assigned to detention. The realization that for the first time ever, you’d been punished by a teacher, was a foreign feeling as you sat at your desk and replayed everything that had happened. Detention, all because your stupid phone charger decided not to work the night before. 

“Damn, I thought you were immune to detention.” A voice behind you whispered, and you glanced over to see Choi Beomgyu grinning at you. Of course Beomgyu had seen that all. 

Choi Beomgyu was the exact opposite of you. He had fights with teachers basically on the daily, and you were pretty sure he was failing most of his classes. Not because he was stupid, by any means, he was actually really smart. He just didn’t try, he didn’t care about school the way you did. What he did care about, though, was teasing you as much as was humanly possible. 

And of course, he had just seen you, the student body president, run into class twenty minutes late and get detention. 

You had half a mind to bite back at him, because oh would that be satisfying, but you weren’t looking to talk in the middle of class and make your punishment worse than it already was. You instead gave him a side-eye glare, and he must have found it amusing since he started to giggle. 

Once class got out, you really shouldn’t have been surprised to glance over your shoulder to see Choi Beomgyu following you, hot on your tail like he was some sort of lost puppy. You groaned quietly to yourself, hoping that if you ignored him long enough, he would get bored and walk away. Unfortunately, Beomgyu was a very patient man. 

“I can’t believe you were late! What happened? Did your carriage lose a wheel on the way here, your highness?” He asked, using his long legs so he could get right up next to you.  

You stayed silent.

“Come on, you can tell me! I’m like, the king of being late. I won’t judge.” He nudged your arm with his elbow, with just enough pressure for you to fall out of your rhythm. Now, he finally had your attention as you turned to look at him, eyes narrowed.

“Look, I’m not in the mood today, okay?” You told him flatly, and you were expecting him to find your irritable mood amusing, and find a way to push your buttons further than he already had, but he didn’t. 

Instead, his face softened and he (surprisingly) went quiet. You didn’t bother sticking around to figure out what that was all about, not when you still needed to get to your class on the other end of the building, and you were not risking being late to a second class. So, you gave him a small nod, a thank you for leaving you alone, then walked away.

The rest of your day wasn’t any better. 

In your history class, you got your grades for a test you’d recently taken, and nearly fell out of your seat when you saw a big fat C staring back at you. And your horror increased tenfold when you saw it wasn’t just a C, but a C minus. Never in your high school career had you gotten a C minus. 

At that point of the day, you were starting to become convinced that someone had put some sort of curse on you. You didn’t really have any enemies who would have done that to you, though. Except maybe Choi Beomgyu, but you had a feeling putting a curse on someone was too much effort for him to be bothered with.

By the time the school day was over, you were completely exhausted. At lunch, your best friend, Sumin, accidentally spilled her drink on your uniform, and now you were wearing some extras from the lost and found that were much too big for you. You wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl into your bed and have a good cry, but you still had to do your detention. 

You weren’t really sure what to expect from detention, considering you’d never had to do it before. You knew you weren’t looking forward to it, though, and just hoped it wouldn’t be anything horrible--especially since it was your first offense.

Your first period teacher was waiting for you in her classroom after classes got out, and she greeted you with a sympathetic smile. “Y/N. You know you’re one of my favorite students, so it really broke my heart when I saw you come in late this morning.”

The urge to roll your eyes arose, but you managed to fight it. Here she was, acting like you had betrayed her or something, when really, it was her decision to punish you for something so small. 

“I understand.” You replied with a nod, avoiding her gaze. 

“Good. So, I figured out the perfect thing for you.” She stood up and began to walk out of the classroom, with you following closely behind. 

Apparently, the perfect thing for you was some storage room that clearly hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. There had been racks with boxes of textbooks that must have gotten knocked over, since the books were now all over the floor. And the room was covered in a thick layer of dust that made your nose itch the second you stepped inside. She left you with a singular rag, a bottle of cleaner, then left you alone.

You stood in the doorframe, assessing the room in front of you. Just from looking at it, you knew it was going to take you at least a few hours to clean the entire thing by yourself. Which meant it was going to be a few hours before you could go home, a few hours before you could go sleep this horrible, awful day away. Even worse, you were sure that something would go wrong during those next few hours that would prolong the time even longer. 

Throughout the whole day, ever since you first realized you’d missed the bus, you had felt tears pricking your waterline, but you had managed to hold them in. You were going to wait until you were in your own bedroom, in private, before you even thought of letting them out. But now, as you stood there, staring at the mess in front of you, you could no longer hold them in.

It was like the floodgates had opened up, and all of the emotions you’d been restraining all day were released. A sob racked through your body, and you were no longer able to keep yourself steady, your knees unbuckling beneath you and causing you to collapse onto the floor. It was wildly embarrassing, the way you became a mess on the floor of the dirtiest room you’d ever seen, where anyone could walk in and see you. 

And of course, because stupid Murphy just had to be right, that was exactly what happened. 

There was a soft knock at the door, and you hurriedly looked over your shoulder to see the absolute last person you wanted to see poking his head in. You were overcome with horror as you snapped your head around to look away, praying as hard as you could to whatever deity would listen that he hadn’t seen your tears. 

“Woah, are you crying?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“No. Why would I be crying?” You sniffled, picking up the rag and spray bottle you had dropped onto the floor and standing up. He caught a glimpse of your face again when you walked past, and he scoffed. 

“You’re totally crying. Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He asked again, stepping further into the storage closet and shutting the door behind him. 

You shot him a glare as you attempted to stand one of the racks back up. “I’m not crying. Besides, even if I were, I’m not telling you. You’ll just make fun of me.” You mumbled the last part. Standing the rack up was proving to be futile. 

“No I wouldn’t!” He defended himself, watching as you struggled to push the rack up. “Here, let me help you with that--”

“No!” You snapped at him, and he backed up with his hands held up defensively. You tried one more time to stand it up, and let out a frustrated groan when it once again wouldn’t budge. You had no choice but to surrender, and move to the side so Beomgyu could help you. 

You were angry that you had to get his help to move the stupid thing. Now you were forced to be thankful he had showed up and barged in. “Thanks.” You muttered, brushing past him as you went to once again get your little rag and bottle.

“You’re welcome.” Beomgyu replied, and though you were facing away from him, you could hear his annoying, cocky smile in his voice. “So, are you going to tell me why you were crying?” 

“No.”

“Oh, so you were crying!”

“I didn’t say that.” You looked up at him as you sprayed cleaner onto the dusty shelf. “I told you already, didn’t I? I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Unfortunately, he didn’t seem as willing to drop the subject as he had earlier in the day. “Come on, Y/N. I saw you crying, you’re clearly upset, just tell me about it!” 

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“No I won’t!” He exclaimed, sounding exasperated. You raised an eye at his outburst, and he cleared his throat. “Seriously. I won’t.” He softened his tone, looking at you with pleading eyes. 

You stared back at him, trying to figure out if you could trust him. This was Choi Beomgyu you were talking about, the boy who had tormented you for years on end with his constant teasing. But, he did look very sincere. And you were sort of itching to rant to someone. 

“Fine. My phone didn’t charge last night, so my alarm never went off, so I woke up late, then I missed the bus and had to run to school, and then I got detention, and then I got a C on my stupid history test, and then Sumin spilled her stupid soda on me, so I had to wear this stupid uniform from the lost and found, and-and then I had to come here and clean this stupid closet, and I’m just so tired, and I-I--” The next thing you knew you were crying again, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as the tears spilled onto your cheeks once again. 

The second the sobs slipped from your lips again, Beomgyu rushed around the shelf, slipping his arms around your trembling body and pulling you close to his chest. You were so desperate for any kind of comfort, you didn’t bother trying to push him away. Instead, you leaned into his touch, reaching up to grip onto the edge of his uniform jacket. He began to rub your back as you buried your face into his shirt, letting yourself cry--like, really cry. You thought you were going to pass out at any second from how difficult it was for you to catch your breath between sobs. 

After enough of his fingers rubbing circles into your back and his soft shh’s whispered into your ear, you were slowly able to calm down to the point you could breathe again. It was truly unbelievable that you were here, in some dusty storage closet crying into Choi Beomgyu’s arms. It was not a position you had ever predicted yourself to be in. And yet…

You didn’t totally hate it.

“Can I tell you something?” Beomgyu asked softly, and with a small sniffle, you nodded against his shirt. “The reason I tease you so much… It’s so embarrassing…” He laughed softly, and you gently pulled your head away, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“What?” You asked, and as he gazed down at you, his cheeks reddened. 

“Um… When we were in first grade, I tried to copy off of your test, once…”

“Yeah, I knew that.”

“What?! No you didn’t, I was so subtle, you didn’t even notice.” He shook his head, and you rolled your eyes. “But anyways, that’s not the point. I was trying to copy off your test, but I remember, I made the mistake of looking at your face--”

“What’s wrong with my face?” You asked defensively, a frown befalling your features.

“Let me finish!” He snapped at you, and out of curiosity to hear the rest of the story, you conceded. “So, I made the mistake of looking at your face, and you were all focused, and had your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth,” he paused to allow a giggle to escape his lips. 

“And I remember thinking you were so cute, and then I got so distracted watching you, by the time you got up to turn your test in, I had missed everything you had written down.”

You stared at him in confusion, trying to figure out what on Earth the point of this whole story was. “What…?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Y/N. You’re the top of all our classes, and you can’t figure it out?” 

You shook your head, and he let out a defeated sigh.

“I’m saying, Y/N, that I tease you because…” He paused, sucking in a shaky breath. “Because I like you, okay?” 

“Oh.” 

Oh.

Beomgyu liked you? Since first grade? You were unable to process his words, playing them in your head on repeat like some kind of broken record. He liked you. He annoyed the hell out of you, just because he liked you. What kind of middle school boy behavior was that? 

“Oh? Is that all you have to say to my heartfelt confession?” He asked in fake offense, and you quickly shook your head. 

“No! I’m just--it’s just--you like me? As in like-like me?” He nodded in confirmation, and you squinted your eyes at him. As he watched you, your gaze drifted down to his jacket, which you had been clinging onto just moments earlier, and the tear soaked fabric. 

You felt like you should be absolutely appalled by his confession, and wracked with disgust, or something. You weren’t supposed to like Beomgyu! You weren’t supposed to be able to even stand him! But, his confession wasn’t the worst thing you had ever heard. In fact, as your fingers reached out to graze the edge of his jacket, you thought maybe you sort of liked hearing it.

“Y/N?” He asked you quietly, and you hummed in answer. “You don’t have to say anything, you know. In fact, if you really want me to, I can leave. Or you can leave, and I’ll finish cleaning for you--”

Maybe it was because you were in an emotionally crazed state, or you were desperate to prove Murphy wrong, hell, maybe it was just because you liked him back, but whatever it was, something overcame you, and the next thing you knew, you were tightening your fingers around his jacket to pull him close to you and press your lips against his. 

The first thing you thought when you kissed Choi Beomgyu, was why hadn’t you done this sooner? You had been so consumed by your dislike towards him, and too focused on other things like your academics, you had never stopped to think of Beomgyu in this way. But now, as he immediately kissed you back, and wrapped his arms around your waist, you wished you had thought of him this way. 

Because kissing Choi Beomgyu was absolutely not wrong. Rather, it was very, very right. It was like his lips were made to fit perfectly against your own, as they moved together in unison. You started to think all the bad things that had gone down that day weren’t so bad if it meant they would lead to this. 

After what felt like an eternity of heavy breathing and hot kisses, the two of you finally pulled away, resting your foreheads against one another as you attempted to catch your breath. You glanced up at Beomgyu, a small grin spreading across your face to mirror his own. 

“Hey, do you really want to clean all this shit?” He asked quietly, cocking an eyebrow at you. You shook your head. “Didn’t think so. Let’s get out of here, we’ll just tell them I kidnapped you, or something. You’re the Pres, they’ll believe us.”

Running away now was risking even further punishment, but Beomgyu was right. You were the president, you could basically do whatever you wanted. Besides, you’d spent all day trying to do the right thing, and still, everything had gone wrong. So, why not live a little, right? And why not do it with the cute boy who just confessed he’d liked you since the first grade?

You nodded. “Okay.”  

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