#(but this is sure what's going on both last night and today)

[ivy-elle]

When You're Sick -

and how they take care of you

Feat: Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao

Kazuha 

You’re not sure if it’s the constant swaying of Beidou’s ship, the relentless stream of sunshine or maybe the lack of sleep last night, but Archons, your head is absolutely killing you right now. The only thing keeping you sane – more or less – is the fresh breeze of the sea, and even then, you find your nails nearly digging themselves into the wood of the railing.

Just as you’re about to lean your head down and close your eyes for a few heavenly moments, a soft voice speaks out behind you. 

“You shouldn’t stay out in the open sun for too long, dove.”

Before you get the chance to reply you feel something being put on your head, shielding your eyes from the sun.

You turn around, and there’s Kazuha mustering you with a faint smile yet also a slight furrow on his face. 

“Is everything alright?”

You reach out to adjust the hat on top of your hair while leaning your back against the railing again. 

“Thank you. And yes, I don’t mind the sun, I’m literally freezing.”

At your words, Kazuha’s frown deepens. “Freezing?” He places both his hands on your arms, gently caressing them. “Love, you’re shivering. How can you be shivering at these temperatures? Have you fallen sick?”

As he pulls you closer, you automatically rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes at the pleasant comfort. 

“Mhm, just tired I think,” you murmur.

Kazuha’s hands automatically wrap around your waist and pull you closer.  His lips brush against your temple. “Let’s head inside the cabin and get some rest. I’m sure, I can manage to bribe the cook for some special soup for dinner, hm?”

Right there in Kazuha’s arms, an incredibly heavy tiredness overcomes you. A low hum escapes you as you blink drowsily. “When will we reach Liyue?”

His hand rests at the base of your neck, massaging the skin there with his thumb. “If we keep course sometime in the night. But rest assured, I won’t go on land until you’re feeling up to it as well.”

Then Kazuha gently cups your face in his hands and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “Come now, you’re the priority right now.”

Scaramouche

The morning you wake up with a sore throat, is when you realise, the rest of the day is absolutely done for.

And yet, you still torment yourself out of bed, get dressed and pop some pills to help you handle the coming hours.

Considering that the Fatui don’t allow aberration or shortcomings of any sort, there is no way you could be negligent. Especially today.

So, dressed and ready you cast a last glimpse at your reflection in the mirror you declare that your outer appearance now at least overshadows your inner demise. And thus, you go out the door.

Still.

And still, he notices. Of course, he does.

The second you enter the headquarters and the very second Scaramouche’s eyes fall on you – like they always tend to do – his brow twitches, and he throws you a silent but very disapproving glare.

During the meeting you both stand on opposite ends of the hall, so while you are trying to overplay your struggles and keep any undesired sneezes supressed, you are in luck to receive nothing but the occasional glance in your direction from him.

But as soon as the assembly is done, Scaramouche is immediately at your side. “What compelled you to come here looking like that?” he hisses. But he doesn’t even look at you, gaze focused straight ahead as you both walk down the hallway.

“Why,” you deflect, ignoring his tensed expression, “you have anything against my outfit?”

“Y/n.” Scaramouche’s tone is low, with a warning not to play around right now.

“You’re of no use to the Fatui if you’re sick, or worse off.”

You frown slightly. Honestly, you definitely feel way too out of it for any arguments or for anything in general. So you fend off, “It’s not like I’m dying.”

“Of course, you’re not!” he retorts sharply, his eyes darkening as they lock with you. Then as if he realises the force of his words, he pinches his nose. “Of course, you’re not dying,” he repeats once more but this time with less venom yet enough exasperation in his voice, to get his point across.

“I should’ve known better than to take you with me to Snezhnaya. Now you’re suffering the consequences of your mortal fragility. Just great.”

You blink. “Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got quite the affinity for dramatic flair?” You stop in your walk, and he comes to a halt as well.

Scaramouche eyes travel along the lack of usual colour in your face, the flush around your eyes and how out of breath you sound. His jaw clenches.

“You’re coming to my place.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows raise. You can’t help the teasing smile tugging on your lips, despite the heaviness and fuzzy state of your mind. “Already missing me, my dear?”

Scaramouche scoffs and flicks his gaze over you dismissively. “Someone has to make sure you won’t try anything stupid in your current state.”

You playfully bump your fist against his chest. “Aww, so you do care about little ol’ me.”

He rolls his eyes with exaggerated disdain and catches your wrist with his hand, pressing it against his body. “You’re the one being sick and yet I’m the one already getting a headache.”

Xiao

Xiao is freaking out.

When he finds you curled up in bed, shivering and covered in a sheen of sweat his mind immediately jumps to the worst possibilities.

Yet, he tries not to let his inner turmoil show, his hand clenching and unclenching the cloth on his pants while he takes slow, weary steps towards you.

“Y/n?”

You lift your head, your tired eyes flicker to him, and the sight of your weak state only fuels his concern.

Despite your weary expression, your lips curve into a soft, affectionate smile. “Hi,” you greet him, voice hoarse and tinged with exhaustion. “Has Verr Goldet sold me out?”

Xiao nods slowly. His expression is hard to make out as he steps closer, eyes running over your face. The bed dips slightly as he sits down at your side and gently traces his fingertips over your sweat-damp forehead.

“How bad is it?” He asks, his voice quiet yet gruff as if he is trying to contain all his emotions.

“It’s just a mean cold.” You shake your head and shift your position. Xiao immediately helps you sit up and lean against the pillows at your headrest.  

“No need to worry too much.”

Xiao gently tucks a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. “You’re asking me for something that goes against my nature.”

Your gaze softens as it lingers on him, studying his reaction carefully. Then you explain in a quieten voice, “It is normal for humans to get sick once in a while.”

His eyebrows furrow and he blinks several times, as if searching for the right words to say. But he finds none and thus he resides to carefully trail his fingers through your hair, down to your collarbone and shoulder.

Your eyes close on their own and you instinctively lean into his soft touches while the back of his hand travels from your neck, off to your cheek and finally settling on your forehead.

“How can I help you?” Xiao’s voice is quiet, as if afraid to disturb the moment of peace you seemed to have found right now. “I’ll get you anything you need. Anything. Just say the word.”

Your hand reaches for his unoccupied one, fingers dragging along his skin, following invisible patterns on his wrist before you gently intertwine your fingers. “Stay with me?”

Xiao nods, his expression earnest. “Always.”

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[saphiccarma]

- Post Bellum - Alcohol is love

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - One teasing remark from Rio and a barking dog and then you're spiraling, but they're both there to cheer you up until it all goes sideways and you panic again.

Warnings: ✨Trauma✨, smut, fingering (r receiving), cunnilingus (r and A receiving), face sitting (A on r), more trauma

A/N: secretly in love with this chapter

The liquor burned your throat harshly as you tipped the shot down your throat, eyes heavy and mind swirling with memories. The glass slammed down on the counter with a clink, and you poured yourself another. And as you took more shots, eventually just sipping straight out of the bottle, the shadows in the corner of your apartment looked less menacing and your emotions weren't so prominent anymore. It felt nice to feel the familiar sting and the haze that fogged up your mind.

As soon as you had finished your job with Agatha and Rio, you had run to your apartment. Some nights, and you were never sure what determined them, the two would have you stay the night at their house. Sometimes it led to something that was not at all professional, far from it really, and you knew it went against your job description. But Agatha's sly words and taunting smirk, plus Rio's casual, teasing remarks lured you in. It was purely a hookup, nothing special at all. They fucked you and in turn you fucked them, plain and simple sex. Even still you would slip out of bed after they had both fallen asleep and sneak to the guest bedroom, footsteps soft.

Then Rio said something today, just something simple and meant to be harmful at all, but you couldn't stop the rush of memories.

"It's just a dog," she teased when the three of you passed a barking dog in the street. You had hardly heard her words, but it had made your panic all the more intense. It was a German shepherd, teeth bared and growling at everyone who passed, tugging on its leash. Saliva dripped from its mouth and all you could see was violent dogs during your tour. Regardless of Rio’s remark, you sped up, ushering them along with you.

The thoughts had tugged at the back of your brain for the rest of the day. You tried to stay focused, stay remained on the job, but your eyes were clouded over, and you could just barely think. When Agatha had given you an odd look, her silent way of asking if you were okay, you ignored her. When Rio had trailed her fingers up your arm, but you had tugged away, mumbled some excuse, and you were out the door and home by 9:00.

You weren't an alcoholic, drinking wasn't your go to for coping, but it was something you held in your back pocket. You loved the way whiskey, or beer, or vodka, or whatever you had would clear away any worries you had, even if it was only for a moment and then you would have a nasty headache in the morning. It only lasted for a little while, but that was enough for you to use it as a resource. You could hear a shout from outside, the voice oddly familiar. Your drunken brain hardly comprehended it.

Pressing the rim to your lips, you tipped the bottle back again, eyes falling shut. You didn't want to stop; you wanted to drown in the drink. A knock snapped you from chugging the rest of the bottle. Clumsily, you placed it down onto the counter and stumbled towards the door. Common sense flew out the window. You fumbled with the door handle before swinging it open, a wide grin spreading over your lips at who was there.

Agatha and Rio stood side by side, still dressed in the same clothes they wore to the office, but Agatha had a jacket slung over her arm and a wallet in her hand.

"Hey," you slurred, "Watcha doin' here?"

Agatha frowned at your garbled words and the way you leaned heavily on the doorway, "Are you drunk, hun?"

"Maybe a little," you giggled. You stumbled away from the doorway, meaning to invite them in, but forgetting as you ambled back towards the counter. Your fingers curled around the neck of the bottle, but before you could take another sip it was yanked away. Whining, you stomped your foot like a child, "Give it backkkk." You drew the last word out, petulance and annoyance coating your words.

Passing the bottle to Rio, who was smirking slightly but with a shimmer of concern in her eyes, Agatha took hold of your outstretched hands. You instinctively flinched at the touch. Her fingers held firm, pulling you in close. She could smell the alcohol on your breath and see it in your eyes and all your movements.

"You're drunk," she said bluntly.

You whined, "Sooo? I'm an adult."

"You're really drunk," Rio chimed in, "Way more than you should be."

Once again, you giggled at her words and shrugged. So, what if you were drunk? Agatha kept your hands in her own, even as you tried to pull away, and dragged you towards the bedroom. Rio shoved your liquor in a cabinet before filling a glass of water up, the water clashing against the metal sink too loudly for a moment that had you whining. It sounded too much like the pouring rain, battering down on the rusted metal sheets you had for a roof.

"Aggie," you tugged at her hands, using a name that was reserved for bed only, "Let goooo."

She scoffed, ignoring the nickname, and didn't dignify you with a response. Instead, she sat you on the bed, relieved that you were already out of work clothes and into what resembled pjs. Getting you into different clothes a battle she did not want to fight. The minute she let go of you, hoping you would stay seated, you tried to bolt up. Agatha stuck her hand out, catching you in the chest before shoving you back to the bed with a firm glare.

"Stay," she ordered. You kicked your feet, grumbling, and falling into her chest. Your face fell onto her breasts, and you cackled a little, but Agatha took it in stride. Briefly you tried to palm her breasts, but Agatha stopped that quickly by batting your hand away. As much as she would enjoy that, you weren’t in the proper state of mind for anything like that right now. Her hands came up and stroked through your hair, gently combing out all the stray knots you missed when brushing your hair this morning. For once, you let yourself relax around her - the feeling of nails gently scratching your skull and back of your neck lulling your brain into a sense of peace.

Rio entered the room moments later, a cup in hand with a plastic straw she found after some searching, and Agatha gave her a soft smile. Tapping your shoulder and gently guiding your head up, Rio pressed the straw to your lips. It took you a minute to process, but once you did you started drinking some water. It wasn't long before you had downed the whole cup with a satisfied sigh. The water cooled the harsh burn in your throat just like Agatha's hands helped to soothe your nerves that were constantly on edge.

After you finished the glass, it was placed onto your bedside table and Agatha was forcing you to lay down. You squirmed for a moment, not wanting to rest, but then Agatha laid down next to you and wrapped her arms around you. Her embrace was warm, comforting and you melted nearly instantly. An arm was draped over your waist as Rio flopped down on your other side, her face burrowing into your neck, and you tucked your face under Agatha's chin.

With their combined comfort, something you didn't know you wanted, you were able to slip into sleep easily.

^______________^

You woke up to a wetness between your legs and heat pooling in your stomach. Slowly, your eyes blinked open before your hands shot down the grab at the head between your legs. Rio groaned against your cunt, the vibrations waking you further sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Rio," you whined, tugging at her hair, pulling her close but also wanting to push her away. Your head pounded as a result of your actions last night but the throbbing in your core made you keep her close. Her lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking softly, and her hands kept your legs pried apart.

She pulled away for a moment, mouth glistening with your juices, "Shh, you don't want Agatha to hear, do you?"

Briefly, you glanced at Agatha was still sleeping soundly, the sunlight shining softly and highlighting her sharp cheekbones. Rio suddenly flicking her tongue out drew your attention back and you couldn't stop the small whimper that came from your lips. You were never particularly vocal during moments like these, too guarded to let them see you any more vulnerable, but Rio had caught you in a tired state and you weren't holding back.

Your clit pulsed in her mouth as she kept her lips wrapped firmly around it, even as you yanked on her hair when your head fell back and eyes shut from pure pleasure. You clenched around nothing, and your feet kicked out slightly.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Rio murmured against your sex, her breath warm.

Shaking your head you just fumbled around to grab her fingers, dragging them towards her core. You weren't the biggest fan of your words, much less telling people what you want. Rio chuckled and once again pleasure ripped through you from the vibrations that rattled through you. Pushing her away with one hand, you pressed her fingers to your dripping sex, silently begging with your eyes. Rio grinned at you, the sight devious and filled with pride.

"Words," Her voice wrapped around you a silk ribbon, softly coaxing you to tell her what you want. It took you a moment to find the right thing to say, even though it was so simple, your thoughts were so scrambled right now.

"Fingers," you whimpered, pushing her digits closer to your core, "Please."

That had her smile widening considerably, "Good girl." Her praise made satisfaction flow through you, but not nearly as much as when her fingers plunged into your core, two of them stretching you out nicely. A loud noise escaped you against your will and you slapped your hand over your mouth, glancing nervously at Agatha. The last thing you wanted to do was wake her up. Rio's two fingers thrust in and out of you at a brutal, yet steady, pace, not once relenting.

A few pumps in her thumb positioned itself to hit your clit every time her fingers were deep inside you, the pads of her thumb rubbing against your clit roughly. Your hand left your mouth to scramble and grab the bedsheets, fisting the white fabric in your fists to try and keep your composure. Rio was quickly making you fall apart with everything she did, all the movements unraveling you bit by bit. And the pressure inside you built rapidly as your walls fell down just as fast.

Absolutely enjoying in the way you were just dissolving beneath her, Rio crashed her lips onto yours, and you could taste yourself on her. Her tongue brushed against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you granted it, her tongue exploring your mouth. You grabbed at her shirt instead of the bedsheets, keeping her close as if she would leave you once you let go, and whined into her mouth. Her fingers continued their brutal pace on your cunt, thumb hitting your clit harsher nearly every time.

Your thighs began to tremble, and your stomach tightened. Clenching around her fingers, your sounds were muffled by her mouth. You could feel your climax building steadily within you and Rio could tell. She pulled back from your mouth for just a moment so that the two of you could breathe, your breaths coming in short, fast, gasps, before pressing her lips back onto yours. Then her fingers curled just right, hitting that spongy part inside your cunt, and her thumb rubbed circles around your clit, pressing down perfectly, and you were spasming beneath her, your orgasm ripping through you.

Rio swallowed up your moans greedily, her mouth devouring yours as she pushed you down into the bed further, her arms bracketing your face. You clawed at her back, grip tightening and knuckles turning white from how hard you held onto her shirt. This was possibly the best orgasm you'd ever had.

Slowly, you came down from your high, breathless and sweat making your hair stick to your face. Rio detached her lips from yours, a string of saliva still connecting them, with her fingers still buried deep in your cunt. You whimpered when she pulled them out.

Leaning down, she pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and then another to your nose, "Such a good girl."

Your face heated at the praise you and scowled at her to hide your embarrassment. Rio smirked cheekily before she was yanked off of you. You had hardly noticed that Agatha was awake, until she was hauling Rio into a brutal kiss. You watched, slack jawed, as Rio absolutely melted into Agatha - turning from dominant to submissive in a few simple moments. The kiss didn't last for long before Agatha was tugging Rio away by the collar of the neck.

"You are a naughty girl," she hissed in Rio's face, and the other woman squirmed beneath her glare, whining.

"Aggie," she pleaded, her hands coming up to fist Agatha's collar desperately, "Please." In just a simple kiss, Agatha had turned Rio into a fumbling, needy mess, just as she had done to you. And it seemed like Agatha was going to give into Rio's pleas, but she just smirked before shoving her firmly against the headrest.

"Stay," she commanded, and when her eyes caught Rio's hand inching to her own pants, she barked out another command, "And don't touch yourself." Rio pouted but crossed her arms and glared at Agatha. Agatha turned towards you, her smirk still firmly planted, but her eyes softened slightly, "Did Rio wake you up baby? Did you like that?"

You hesitated before nodding your head slowly, afraid to get in trouble like Rio.

"You're not in trouble," she cooed, but there was a certain edge to her words, "If you can prove to me that you're a good girl."

This time you nodded frantically, eager to please her in a way that was so uncharacteristically you. Agatha muttered soft praise that you hardly caught before she was slipping out of her pants, black lace panties coming with. You propped yourself up on your elbows, ready to adjust in any way she needed, but then the older woman pushed you back onto the bed. Her knees came to bracket your sides before she shimmied up and then her dripping core was right in front of your face. You could smell her arousal and feel the heat radiating from her cunt.

"Is this okay?" she asked softly, her hand brushing a stray hair out of your face, and you nodded she added, "Words."

"Yes," you said, breathless, "This is okay."

Agatha smiled at your eagerness before she lowered herself onto your face. Your hands came up to grip at her thighs, holding her in place because you never wanted her to move. Hesitantly, your tongue flicked out as you heard Rio moan beside you and Agatha do the same. You swiped your tongue through her folds, teasing her for a moment, before pressing it up against her entrance.

And then, the delicate bubble you were in burst. Agatha ground down on your face and you couldn't stop the panic that seized you. Your entire body locked up and it felt like too much. Agatha was pressing her cunt against your tongue, but it was too much, she was too close, and you couldn't breath and- You forced yourself to calm. You were fine, this was fine. Threading her hands through your hair, Agatha was too absorbed in pleasure to notice your panic, and you forced yourself swirled your tongue around her clit.

"Just like that," she groaned, completely oblivious to how taut you were. Every single one of your muscles had locked up and you had to resist the urge to shove her off. You owed her this. But Rio was watching, her eyes taking in every detail, and she noticed the way you went stiff, all joy leaving you.

She reached out, grabbing Agatha's shoulder, "Agatha stop."

The other woman snarled, ready to tear into Rio, but she paused when she saw how concerned she was. Gently, Agatha removed herself from above you and you whined, sitting up slightly.

"Why'd you stop? Did I do something?" Your thoughts spiraled, thinking you had done something wrong, but internally you were relieved. You could breathe now. Agatha was directly on top of you, she wasn't suffocating you.

(Sand wasn't being dumped on your head as your wrists were bound and you were about to be buried alive. Your sister in all but blood wasn't next to you, sobbing as she fought against her binds. The sun wasn't beating harshly down on you as you thought you were going to die.)

Rio gave you a pointed look, causing Agatha to do the same.

It was a moment before the former spoke up, "You weren't okay," Her words made your throat close up and for some reason tears threatened to prick at your eyes, "Why didn't you use your safe word or tap on her leg three times?"

And just like that all your walls slammed back up and you scoffed, "I was fine."

"No, you weren't," Rio argued, and you could see Agatha chewing her lip, glancing between the two of you. Guilt swirled her eyes, but so did frustration, and that was what you latched onto. You chose to believe she was frustrated at you and Rio, rather the truth. Agatha was upset she didn't notice that you didn't want to continue, that you were done.

"I said it was okay, I was fine," you snapped.

"Darling," Agatha reached out to cup your face, stopping when you flinched back, "Just because you say it's okay doesn't mean you have to keep going."

You rolled your eyes, scoffing once again before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. A throbbing pain hit you full force in your head the minute you stood and your legs were weak beneath you. Ignoring Agatha and Rio's protests, you made an excuse about having to use the restroom. You locked yourself into the bathroom, sinking to the floor.

Burying your head between your knees that were pulled tightly up to your chest, you groaned in annoyance. Why couldn't you just enjoy the moment? All you had to do was not stiffen, not lock up and it wouldn't have stopped. Then everyone would be happy.

Why couldn't you just be normal?

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[cheshireliam]

"Wrapped in Wicked Romance" Story Event: Epilogue

Ring Schwartz

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Ring: I’m asking you out on a date! 

His date proposal that sounded more like a request to duel left me standing there wide-eyed in shock.  

Nica: … Ring. You’re not challenging her to a fight. Can you try again, but be more relaxed this time? 

Nica shrugged in exasperation, thinking the same thing I was.

Nica: Also, you didn't explain yourself well.

Ring: Oh, uhh… right. My bad. 

Ring: We couldn’t have a proper date with all that happened the other day, so… 

Ring: I want to take you out on a date again. Can… can I?

His voice was shaking as he nervously asked for my response.

I couldn't bear to reject him, seeing that he was trying his best.

Besides… I realised after our last date that I wanted to get to know him better, so there was no reason for me to refuse. 

Kate: I’d love to. 

Ring: R-really!? I’m not dreaming… right? YES…! 

Nica: This is reality. Good grief… look at you getting so excited as if you two are really in a relationship.

Darius: Isn’t that great, Ring?

…

The next day, Ring and I went for our date right away. 

While waiting outside Crown’s castle, I saw Ring sprinting towards me from a distance at full speed. 

Ring: … S-sorry! I’m late…! 

Kate: No, you’re right on time. I’m the one who came early. 

Kate: You arrived first and waited for me the last time, so… I thought I’d be the one to wait this time.

Ring: I-is that so? Then, next time I’ll come early t— 

Ring: Ah… no, nevermind. 

Ring’s words cut off mid-sentence, realising there might not be a next date. 

That kind of made me feel lonely.) 

(... I never realised how badly I wanted to spend more time with him.) 

Whether it was his endearing shyness due to being unaccustomed to interacting with women that made me want to tease him a little, or his kindness for thinking about others, or even the evil side of him that could mercilessly kill under Darius’ orders… I wanted to know even more about him. 

I felt that one date wouldn't be enough, and so…

Kate: Next date, it’ll be your turn to come early.

I picked up where Ring cut himself off, so that we would entirely erase the possibility of future dates happening.

Ring: Y-yeah… that's right!

Ring: Even though I can’t fall asleep the night before our dates… I’ll do my best to wake up early.

Ring nodded so vigorously that I was worried his head might fall. 

I felt relieved and at the same time, my chest was filled with a tingling warm feeling .

Ring: But first of all, let’s make sure today’s date goes smoothly.

Ring: Y-your outfit today… It reminds me of the colour of Bluebells. It looks beautiful. 

Ring: A-and your hairstyle… it’s amazing. It’s braided like chains…

Ring: … I think it suits you and… you look lovely. 

Kate: I discussed with the maids at Crown’s castle before deciding on my clothes and hairstyle! Thank you for the compliments.

Ring: I see… alright, I’ve done the compliments part…

Ring: Next is… uhh… you can hold my arm. 

Ring said and thrust his right arm out at me.

(The last time, he made an excuse saying he was “warming up”.)

The slight improvement made me smile tenderly, and I gently placed my hand on his arm.

Kate: Thank you. Well then, let’s get going!

…

And so, we went to The Scala, which we couldn't do the last time, and watched a play. 

Afterwards, we explored the city while shopping, and I introduced him to a restaurant that was both affordable and served delicious food.

We spent our time to the fullest, enjoying everything London had to offer.

…

Ring: … Everything felt so new to me.

Ring: Thank you for the enjoyable date, Robin.

Kate: I’m glad you had fun! By the way, what was the most impressive experience for you?

Ring: … Definitely Liam’s acting. 

Ring: He’s usually all sparkly and pink, but when he went on stage today, he was more of a glaring black colour. 

It was a unique description, but it was clear as day how moved he was by Liam’s performance.

Kate: Fufu, I’ll make sure to tell Liam that you enjoyed his performance! 

Kate: Also… can I ask you another question?

Ring: What is it? 

Kate: … Was today’s date also Darius’ order? 

Ring: …

Ring: … Looks like you’ve seen right through me.

Seemingly having accepted the situation, Ring began explaining. 

Apparently, Darius suggested the idea of going on a date today because Ring and I weren’t able to interact properly the last time.

Kate: I see…

Ring: … Robin? 

Kate: I had a hunch this was all Darius’ idea, but…

Kate: I also kind of hoped that you asked me out because you wanted to… so I feel a little lonely. 

Ring: ah… 

(I guess I was just selfish for wanting to know the truth… now I feel somewhat embarrassed.) 

Kate: Sorry for making it awkward! Let’s head back.

Ring: W-wait! It’s true that it was Dari’s idea this time…

Ring: But even if he didn't make the suggestion, I think I would’ve still invited you on a date myself. 

Ring: You’re a dangerous person… with a curse that makes my heart race every time. 

Ring: I think… I need to get to know more about you and come up with a strategy to counter it. 

Ring: So… I want to spend more time with you.

(A curse that makes his heart race…?) 

Of course, I wasn't a Cursed One. The reason why Ring’s heart was racing was likely because he isn’t used to being around women. 

(But… regardless of the reason, I’m glad to know he wants to get to know me better.)

Kate: I want to have more time to get to know you too. So… I’ll look forward to that from now on.

Kate: By all means, find out a lot of things about me and figure out your strategy.

Ring: Y-yeah… bring it on!

We’ve only just met not too long ago, so there were still many things about each other that were unknown to us.

Even so, one thing was certain— we both wanted to know more about each other. 

I don't know what kind of relationship we’ll build in the future as I grow more familiar with Ring…

But, right now, I’m just happy that we share the same feelings. 

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Joel Dealing with Fam: Ellie's First Word(s)

Summary: Ellie says her first words! Too bad they're totally gonna get Joel in trouble.

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You don't want to jinx it, but Ellie is seemingly turning out to be the "good baby" (Dont tell Sarah!!!).

You cant believe shes already 6 months old. It was like yesterday you were scarfing down a Clyde's Milkshake with Joel's semen still fresh on your cheeks, asking him if you looked fat with sprinkles and chocolate syrup all over your face. Now that potato once in your belly has already grown into her new set of clothes.

Maybe her excellent sleep schedule is what's making you skip down the hall first sight of dawn, ready to pick up your sleeping angel.

Shes all curly in her crib, eyes filtering open at the sight of you above her. She makes a little frown (clearly disappointed it's not daddy waking her today) but smiles when she sees your excited face and grabby hands reaching for her.

You cradle her in your arms.

"Good morning Ellie!" You coo. "How did you sleep?"

You ask her every morning how she slept, knowing full well you were just talking to yourself--

"Good!"

You nearly dropped the child from shock.

Pausing, you looked down at her again. She smiles up at you, eyes bright, quiet. You must be entering that phase where... where new mothers ... become schizophrenic (is that a phase? It HAS to be). Yeah just... paranoid.

"Aha... did you sleep ok?" You asked again, wondering if your brain is gonna play a trick--

"Good!" She replies back, and this time, you watched it happen from her own mouth.

You stare at one another for a long time.

-

Joel is patting the 12 decorative pillows back on the bed. Why the FUCK do you need so many damn pillows that just get tumbled off to the floor every night--

"JOELJOELJOEJOEL--!"

You're barreling into your shared bedroom, out of breath and clutching Ellie in your arms.

"What, what's wrong? What happened?" Hes immediately concerned, dropping everything to come to you.

You take a deep breath, then hold Ellie out like she's possessed.

"The baby said her first word."

He looks at you briefly before letting out a snort. "C'mon. She didn't say her first word." He chuckles a bit, shaking his head and going back to make the bed.

"Oh yeah?" You flip Ellie around in your arms. "Ellie, how did you sleep last night?"

Joel shakes his head again, grinning that you're so full of energy and hope and --

"Good!" You baby replies heartily, wiggling her feet excitedly.

Joel stands up straight and drops the pillow he was fluffing to the ground.

So your baby talks now. Definitely weren't expecting that for a few months. Might still be worth going to a church to get a little safety exorcist on her but...

But Joel is still skeptical. It's been a week since the "incident" (she said 1 word) and she hasn't been vocal since, except her usually baby babble and coos.

You're all over it, telling everyone Ellie is already talking like she's some circus performer.

Joel's gotta make sure Ellie has more to prove so you don't look like a fool. He takes her onto his bed and sits her upright. Well, as best she can without falling over. He positions her between two enormous pillows so she doesnt flop over from all that upper body weight.

"Alright kid. We both know you didn't say your first word. Ya just repeating things you hear. That momma of yours thinks your little 'goo' was authentic. We both know it was just 'goo' which is baby talks which ain't count as a first word, right?"

Ellie just stares at him in awe with those big eyes, mouth slightly agape trying to make sense of the noises coming from his mouth. He's definitely uncertain now that there's even a thought behind those eyes, let alone a coherent word...

"Alright. So now we gotta practice you getting ya actual first word in. And it's gonna be Daddy."

At the sound of 'Daddy' she brusts into a big toothless grin, wiggling her bum and clapping.

"Yeau that's right! Daddy! Your favorite! I'm daddy! Can you say 'Dada'?"

Ellie purses her lips together in concentration, and Joel gets his hopes up this might be all it takes--

"PPPTTTFFTTTTT!!!" She spits through her lips before falling over to her side without a care.

He sighs, picks her up like a little ball and sets her upright. "Motherfucker," he breathes under his breath, looking behind him for some imaginary support.

"Muddeeeer--ffffff-fugger!"

Joel's head snaps back forward. "No way, you didn't--"

"MuddaFugga!" She shouts back at him happily with her whole body. "Mudda fugga! Mudda - mudda fuggaa!!" She chants and claps, like its barney.

"No-nononono! Look at me Ellie! Say Dada! Dada!"

"Mudda fugga mudda fugga--"

"No, Ellie. Focus. Can you look at me. Focus. Fo-cus. Fo-cus--"

"F-f-fo...Fuk- its! Fuckits!!"

Joel stares in horror. She's chanting every bad word possible like its natural to her ears. Your sworn good girl has a tongue for profanities, and its gonna come down on him. He hears your footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Oh shit," he whispers.

Ellie picks right up on his tone and softly says "O shit," in her little voice, her face now very serious to mimick Joel's very concerned one.

"Are we practicing some words?" You asked gently, clearly not having heard exactly what was going on.

Ellie immediately opens her mouth to demonstrate "mudda--!"

Her lips --practically her whole face--are clamped shut by Joel's enormous palm. It doesn't stop her from babbling and salivating into his skin with utter incomprehensible mumbles as she tries to tell you every new word she's learned.

"Just same baby babbling is all," Joel shrugs at you, as Ellie continues to mumble profusely into his sweaty hand.

You let out a disappointed breath but nod. "I know that baby can talk. I didnt imagine it."

"I know baby, I believe ya. She's still just finding her voice is all."

You smile and then leave the room. His hand is coated in a thick blanket of baby drool, as Ellie continues going on: "mugga fudda sheetsheetsheet fukits!"

"Ellie."

She goes quiet and looks up at him.

"If mommy asks you where you learned these words. Who are you gonna say?" He squeezes his eyes, afraid she's genuinely not gonna have any other word inside her body except these three that she's been drilling into her own ears for thr last 5 minutes...

"Dada!"

His eyes go bright. "HOLY SHIT YA DID IT." launching over to scoop her up, he twirls and tosses her into the air.

"BABY. SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD. ITS--"

Ellie beats him to it-- "holy shet-MUVFA FUCKA!"

You drop your laundry basket. "JOOOOEEELLLLLLLLLL!!!"

He gulps hard, holding her to his chest like a shield.

At least her pronunciation is already improving.

- - - -

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Your wishes his demand.

Yandere millionaire X black F! reader

Warning! Unspecified age, older white guy X younger black female reader, kidnapping,

He was making your dream come true, it was fate that you ended up with someone like him. So why were you crying?

Why didn’t you enjoy the chains that bounded you to the bed in his mansion.

You were his pretty black girl, with daddy issues.

And he was your man, who just happened to be a psychopath.

He loved you, and you didn’t even know he existed until today. Despite how many years he spent outside of your window watching you be his weird little girl.

Talking to yourself, crying over arguments with your family, getting high late at night, reading those pieces of fiction about men you’d never have, telling your online older boyfriends how much you’ve always wanted to date an older guy, only to end up being used.

He wouldn’t do that to you, that’s why he killed them, even went as far to kill a couple of your celebrity crushes.

God he was seething when you cried over them.

He only let your family live because of how much you loved them, despite the arguments, the fights, and the mental hospitals they’ve put you through.

Sure you were a little crazy, but he didn’t care he’d kiss the scars on your skin, he’d kiss your insecurities away.

You didn’t have to be embarrassed with him, all those times he watched you do the craziest things from your window, with a smile on his face.

So why were you breaking down, why were you begging him to take you home, why were you begging to leave him?

He fit the description you craved, the older, tall, white, fit, psychopathic, rich male.

So why didn’t you accept him, and all his trauma?

Accept him, and all the bad things he’s done, despite it being murder, despite it being stalking, despite it being illegal to even be with you.

But this was what you wanted.

His hands wiped away your tears, cradling your face.

“Do you like it?”

He asked, his voice coed in your ear.

Showing you the outfit he bought for you, something that had been pinned in your Pinterest for a while.

But he had access to all of it, your contacts, your socials.

Because that’s how much he loves you, all of you.

He’d take you back home, but it wouldn’t be the last time he saw you or the last time you saw him. He just wanted to spoil you, and love you until both of you grew old. Despite his being sooner than yours.

“Don’t cry, you’re too pretty to cry.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead, finding you beautiful despite the tears and snot that coated your face.

“I love you.”

He tucked your braided hair behind your ear, admiring every part of you.

The only reason he’d let you go today was simple, he was wealthy, rich among millions of men. So if you went home, called the police. Nothing would happen, they’d drop it. It’d just be pointless, but he admired you.

He knew you’d try, his brave girl.

You didn’t know how much power you had. He’d commit wars if it meant pleasing you, he’d be a nation wide serial killer if it meant you’d be happy.

The God forsaken things he’d do.

Just say the word, and the world will burn.

He did it all for you, you were the only thing stopping him from destroying it all. His pretty angel, could you believe it all started just because he saw you walking down the street with tears in those pretty eyes.

He didn’t believe in love at first sight, hell he didn’t believe in love at all until he saw you.

The anonymous gifts he sent to your house in your name, the most expensive jewelry, anything on your wishlist.

He didn’t get how you didn’t understand that someone wanted you.

Someone needed you.

And he didn’t care how many skulls he had to stomp on to get you, how many people he had to crush.

Wondering why all your bullies in school went away, wondering why your ex boyfriend disappeared.

Why the bills your parents couldn’t afford had been paid.

He didn’t care for them, he didn’t care for anyone- but his care for you outweighed it all. He didn’t care about his life, the only reason he went on living is because he couldn’t stand the thought of someone else having you.

He fucking loved you, and just couldn’t get enough.

[oh-shtars]

❄️ “The Gift of Giving” 🎁

(A horribly late RFTS! Holiday and New Years Special)

[1/3]

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The Kingdom of Rosas has always offered shelter to many with nowhere else to go. This has been ever since their very first ruler.

For nearly a century, generation after generation of benevolent sorcerers studied and used magic to rule, to protect, and to maintain peace and order. But most importantly of all?

To serve.

The latter rang true the loudest during King Kristopher II’s reign. A king well-known in Rosas’ history for being incredibly close to his kingdom. He would dress as any ordinary citizen and interact amongst them despite all expectations for royalty.

He would talk about the weather with them. Give generous gifts to them. Laugh with them. Listen to stories with them. And in return, the people loved him dearly. Kristopher wasn’t just their king, but a friend. His very reign inspired those next in line for the throne to more personally engage with Rosas.

But while time is a gift to be treasured, it’s also a fleeting one.

Despite the graveness of it all, Kristopher only had one last wish on his deathbed. For the people not to mourn him, but to carry on gifting and laughing with each other as if he was still there. Many tears were shed on the day he passed away peacefully in his sleep. But his memory was honoured through one very special day each year.

“Krisdando”

A day of good spirit and merrymaking in Rosas. Marked by many families and friends coming together to laugh and exchange gifts. What makes this a unique holiday is that it’s the only one not to take place in the castle’s Great Hall, but instead in Alegre Square. The old king had dedicated his final months into leaving a permanent gift there for the people, wanting both royalty and their subjects to continue celebrating it together for as long as forever. And so, this tradition stayed in honour of his dying wish.

Decades later, this year was no exception. People of different backgrounds had plans to go witness the special event in Alegre Square that night. Kitchens were busy. Food baskets were being packed. Last-minute shopping of gifts are taken care of. Everyone is looking forward to the holiday’s evening!

Well… Mostly everyone…

………….

“Please your Highness? I sort of promised my family I’d come to Alegre Plaza with them this year…”

The royal assistant of Rosas tried her best to peek beyond the stack of books she was holding while simultaneously, making sure none of them fell off. King Magnifico sat from across her in the seat of his study’s cluttered work table. His brow furrowed as he read through a paper in hand, mumbling to himself.

“Ugh, what do you mean I have to-“

“…Sir?”

He massaged his temples, clearly irritated. “What is it now, Asha?”

The king’s voice raised like a wave and drummed against her ears. Asha flinched. Magnifico’s temper had the potential to be a beast of its own. It was already common sense in the castle not to get on his bad side, especially today of all days when he already had plenty on his plate for the holiday. She shrunk behind the books she carried, not sure if she should risk it.

“Mi Rey, take it easy on the poor girl. She only has the innocent wish to celebrate Krisdando like everyone else.”

Queen Amaya lightly scolded from one of the many mirrors that adorn the royal study. The moment she finished laying on the last sparkly touches for her Krisdando hair-do, she quickly dismissed her own reflection in the same manner someone would swat a fly. (She honestly didn’t understand the appeal her husband found in having this many mirrors in one room. Personally, she couldn’t stand it.)

As her Majesty approached, Asha felt like she can breathe again. A convenient little air bubble in the depths that pushed her under. The solid island to Magnifico’s sea. It wasn’t much to Asha, but at least she can feel a little more at ease with the queen nearby.

Almost instantly, the king softened upon meeting his wife’s firm eyes. “Right. Ahem, Excuse me.”

Straightening up, Magnifico folded his needed letters semi-neatly into his royal robe before glancing up at the two in his presence. His assistant knew, however, that the half-apology wasn’t intended for her.

Why would it be?

Magnifico got up from his seat and went around the table, casting the bare minimum of a glance at Asha in acknowledgment.

“Forgive me. I still have yet to discuss and clear up matters with the castle kitchen staff for the holiday event tonight.”

Absentmindedly, Magnifico flicked a finger and his precious star-studded staff glided into his hand, wedding ring glinting from its glow. Besides the staff, a book from the tower she was holding flew over to the king’s other empty hand. She luckily managed to use her quick reflexes to maintain the tower’s balance when it wobbled.

Heavens above, he only needed one this whole time?

“As for your leave, Asha. I trust that my lovely wife,” He gave a quick peck on Amaya’s cheek, who smiled lovingly in return, “-will make the final decision for that matter.”

As Magnifico left and effortlessly opened his book on the holiday’s history, a glimmer of hope rose in Asha’s chest. While the queen wasn’t perfect, Amaya at least treated the girl like she was more than just her job. Maybe….Just maybe…. she would take pity on her?

“It would really mean plenty for my Ima and Saba if I could join them in celebrating.” Asha placed the books down onto the desk with a faint thud, relieving some tension from her tired shoulders.

“…Would….would that be okay?” She asked, unconsciously gripping onto her sleeves. While she’s gotten more comfortable now, she still watched her tone when testing the waters. Amaya is still royalty after all…

The queen’s green eyes studied the assistant’s face, holding the smooth tension of the air like a delicate wine glass. There was a sort of desperation in the girl’s demeanour.

Was she really still that willing to go outside? Amaya wrote down a mental note. Hmm… Looks like that area could need some more work.

“Oh dearest, you know I would be delighted to have you join us tonight,” She began. Asha held on to every word, as eager as a small puppy. It was almost adorable. Amaya had to resist a grin. “However, what I believe Magnifico was trying to say earlier is that….it all just feels so overwhelming.”

That little light in Asha’s eyes fizzled. “….Oh?”

Amaya feigned a look of sympathy at the king behind her, whose attention had already shifted from his book to do something else more important. Apparently, that “something else” involved smoothing down and fixing his cloak in a mirror.

Asha followed her gaze with an incredulous look. She quickly hid it when Amaya gestured to follow her, on which she obliged.

The queen opened the balcony doors of the study room wide, allowing rays of the late noon to enter and spread along the floor. The orange warmth settled along nicely along the interior’s cool blues and whites as a faint breeze tickled the girl’s face. Beyond the castle gates and courtyard was the marketplace. It appeared that the rush hour from the morning had long since calmed down, with only a few people left buying their much needed supplies.

Asha exhaled. Has it really been that long since she last went out? How busy had she been the past week?

Amaya’s voice paused her thoughts before she could question any further.

“As rulers of Rosas, it is our duty to make sure everything is as it should be in the palace before commencing the celebration in the square right on time.” She nodded her head to the right in the direction of Alegre Square. Despite the distance, the decorations for the Krisdando event can still be seen. It’s hard not to when the plaza looked like an intricate spiral of cool, lively colours in the wide stretch of a blank canvas that was their kingdom.

Everyone had plans to be there…

Amaya rested a hand on Asha’s shoulder. “You understand, don’t you? I’m sorry, but I’m sure the king would need you in here the most.”

(Tiny Flicker sidenote buuuut this was honestly what I initially thought the canon!movie was going to take their relationship into. Oh well-)

“No. No, not really.” Magnifico muttered offhandedly from inside, fixing his hair. Amaya’s frustration cracked through her mask and disappeared as quickly as it appeared. This man-

“But with all due respect Ma’am.” Asha practically begged. “It’s just that I made a promise. And I really wish to-“

“I know, I know. I understand it’s difficult.” Amaya interrupted once more. “But we all need to make sacrifices sometimes, don’t we? As queen, I know the feeling very personally. Especially when it comes to dedicating all my time and effort for my kingdom.”

Asha fiddled with her bracelet nervously. For Rosas…

Isn’t this one of the main reasons she’s working closely with the king and queen? To make a difference in people’s happiness so that they don’t have to undergo what she had years ago?

That was why she’s here. To lessen the load however she can. It’s just another sacrifice. It’s not like this was the first time anyway. Besides, while the main event was tonight, celebrations will still continue for about a week. Her and her family’s going to have to settle for that instead.

In finality, even with the guilt panging within, Asha nodded. Disappointment weighing down any actual words from escaping. I’m sorry, Ima. I’m sorry, Sabino. Looks like I’ll be missing the Krisdando bloom this year too…

The girl’s face was gently lifted up to look back into Amaya’s gentle, motherly gaze. The woman used a hand to push a stray curl behind her ear to comfort her but Asha only shivered uncomfortably, biting back a grimace.

Amaya led her back inside the study, only turning to close the balcony doors and shut out the outside. The warmth and colours faded away, going back to the stagnant air of the indoors. Asha gulped down the lump in her throat.

“How about this?” Amaya seemingly noticed, smiling brightly, “Once you clean this whole study up and bring Espino to sleep, then you can come along.”

As if on cue, Asha felt a sharp stare pierce right behind her. When she turned, a blue feline eye narrowed from on top of the stack of books she had just placed. The striped black and grey tail of the royal sphinx cat swished side-to-side, further disturbing the already tense waters of the room.

(Not a perfect reference for Espino but this is close enough since I don’t have his design just yet.)

“We would take him with us but, you know how much he hates the cold nights outside.”

Asha watched silently as Espino gracefully dropped down from his little podium. Smug as ever. Ready to be pampered.

Oh.

Oh stars, this is going to be a handful…..

Despite having one eye clawed and blind, what Espino lacks in vision, he makes up for his extraordinary skills in sneaking into spaces, both high and low, with minimal effort. Paired with his spoiled and stubborn attitude, once he’s settled somewhere where he’s unreachable, one might as well just forget it.

Though, maybe it’s not hopeless just yet. The cat isn’t fully unreasonable. One right deal and he’d be all down for it. The main problem here would be finding one….

At least the queen was kind enough to not completely forbid her from going tonight, right? Asha shouldn’t be too ungrateful. They’re all trying their very best.

While Asha considered her options, bickering whispers arose between the royal couple a short distance away.

“You seriously cannot be thinking of leaving that nuisance here in my study!-” The king differed.

“Please, overreacting doesn’t do well for your image, Mi Rey. Asha is harmless.”

“The girl is just above tolerable. You know I’m referring to the cat.”

Actually, having both in his study sounded worse than just having one of them. While things may not look very tidy, Magnifico had his own system of organising stuff. It’s frustrating when his things just aren’t left where he wanted them to. Asha already almost never gets it right. But Espino? That damn cat might as well just own the place.

“You’ve already banned him from our sleeping chambers, Magnifico. One night here won’t kill you.” Amaya rolled her eyes.

He scoffed. “Can you blame me? He’s lucky you won’t let me get him declawed.”

An angry hiss shot at the king from the obvious source.

“Brats.“ Magnifico swore. Luckily for the feline, one simple touch on the arm from Amaya was all he needed for him to regain his composure. With a dramatic swish of his cape, Magnifico left the room like a soured peacock. The queen sighed as she watched her spouse leave. He’s lucky he’s not banned from their chambers alongside Espino already.

Before Amaya went to join her husband outside, she turned to lock eyes with her beloved pet. The sphinx cat received the message and grinned. With a haughty huff, Espino stood up and “accidentally” used his hind leg to send the book tower down to the floor with a

Thud.

Thud!

THUD!!

“Wha-?! Oh nooo-“ Asha groaned, instantly kneeling down to smoothen the creases on the pages.

“Mroow…” Espino purred innocently as he peered over the edge. Amaya took one step towards her to “help” before Asha stopped her.

“No, no, no. It’s okay, Queen Amaya, I can take care of it. You and the king can finish and look over the rest of the preparations for Krisdando.”

Amaya rested a hand on the study’s door and tilted her head. “Will you be alright darling? Again, I apologise. If you want a tip from me, Espino gets calmer when it’s warm so try to keep the fireplace going.”

Asha politely looked up from the books and smiled reassuringly, pressing at least 2 of them to her chest. “I’ve got it under control.”

The queen warmly returned the smile, one that gave Asha just a tiny bit of comfort. “Your father would be so proud to see you in his footsteps. I truly hope we see you there too tonight.”

Unbeknownst to the girl, a shadow fell upon the queen’s face the moment she turned her back to leave the study. Dangling hope just above the poor thing by a string?

Aww, How amusing…

………….

Author’s Notes:

✨✨ Happy belated Holidays and New Year!! 🎉🥳🎉

YEAHH! First Post of 2025!!! :DD

If you haven’t noticed already, do not fret because this is only 1 out of 3 written parts for this special! ;)

(Ignore the fact I spent late nights trying to write this in time for Christmas and failing SOOO hard anyway. Which is why I decided to write this as both a New Year and Christmas gift to the RFTS!fandom :3)

I’m so glad I managed to get Part 1 done because while it’s fun to write this all out, it’s been a pain to find time doing it with me being out travelling. I really wanted to finish this as a gift for all the lovely people in this fandom to enjoy. And I hope you all do! 💖

While Part 1 is written for Asha’s dynamic with the king and queen, I’ve planned out Part 2 to introduce Flazino himself, so you can look forward to that!

I have you all to thank so much for being the highlight of my first half of 2024. This Wish AU fandom is one of the most wholesome I’ve ever been in. 😭😭

January is going to be quite eventful for me. Once I’m done with the remaining parts for this, I’ll be getting back to solidifying character reference sheets and the story. Plus, maybe some doodles. (Most if not all of them are now digital art from me~ Surprise!!)

And Guess what? It’s going to be the RFTS! one year anniversary on the 23rd!! 👀✨✨. And I’m completing another orbit around the Sun in this month too on the 14th :,). Sooo yippee?

I’m honestly so touched that people are still around to look forward for the future of this story. I fear daily that I’ve killed people with waiting. Thank you so much!!! You’ve all been quite the motivator when the writing process gets difficult. Enough words can’t express this enough. Love y’all! 😭💖💖

(Lastly, lol sorry not sorry for leaving you all with an evil cliffhanger)

See you at the next part! Best Wishes from yours truly, Flicker! <33

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1 January

They had gone to sleep on different sides of the bed, but when Henry woke up, Walter’s right arm was around his midsection. Even though the arm and the hand attached to it were their only points of contact, he could feel the warmth radiating off the body next to his through the fabric of his T-shirt.

When he looked at his mobile, he saw that the alarm would go off in about half an hour. He shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but naturally, his thoughts soon kicked into gear and started mulling over what they could fit into the morning. His brain was a scramble in his banging head and he was still a little drunk, so he didn’t even get very far with the planning. It mostly just served to chase the last remnants of sleep away.

Eventually, he decided to roll over on his back, turning under Walter’s arm instead of moving it away. Walter was such a sound sleeper that he didn’t even have to be particularly careful. He rubbed his throbbing brow with one hand, then proceeded to just stare into the dark ceiling and listen to the even breathing next to him.

There was a little over a week left of their Christmas break, and it felt awful to think about going back to missing Walter today. Now that he knew what this holiday could have been like all along, he would probably be even more miserable. He briefly entertained the idea of trying to get Edith and Magnus to invite him to go with them, but there was no way his parents would budge.

He was still brooding when his alarm finally chimed.

Walter stirred and made a sound that indicated he felt about as the same level of rough as Henry. “Turn that noise off.”

“You were the one who wanted to get up early.”

“Yeah, but I’d rather not wake the whole house,” Walter muttered, shifting his weight. Henry reached for his phone, then fumbled at the light switch to make sure they wouldn’t drift back to sleep. Walter recoiled at the sudden brightness with a yelp. “What the fuck? Warn me first!”

As he turned his face fully into the pillow, his arm and hand instinctively tried to pull Henry towards him. Henry let himself be rolled over on his side and chuckled an apology, quickly biting into the side of his hand to keep quiet.

Walter groaned in annoyance before turning to face Henry again. His eyes were a little disoriented, and he screwed them shut a couple of times to blink the fog away. When he opened them again, his lashes looked even longer and darker than usual, thanks to the diagonal light and the early hour that was still making his lids heavy.

“Well, what do you say we sneak down for some breakfast and go outside to see who was right the other day?” Henry suggested, laying his hand on the mattress between them with the palm down. He made no effort to move Walter’s arm; it was fine where it was.

Walter smirked tiredly at him. “Sure, but how are you so damn awake already? I thought I’d have to scrape you off the bed.”

They lay there talking for a few more minutes before deciding to get dressed. They didn’t bother changing out of last night’s T-shirts at this point, but they did need thicker trousers and something to layer up with. Henry laboured his wardrobe door open, difficult as it was with the spare mattress in the way, and tossed out some clothes for them both.

In the kitchen, they made sandwiches with leftovers from the party, took painkillers for their throbbing heads, and substituted tea for coffee. Even Walter didn’t want to risk using the coffee machine since it was the type that ground the beans first. They were the only ones up, and they wanted to keep it that way.

They stumbled and slipped a little on the dark and icy driveway, laughing at how silly and dangerous this was. Henry took out the flashlight on his phone, but that just resulted in him nearly cracking the screen when he fell over.

The snow turned softer when they moved off the road. The next hours were spent roaming the fields and small wooded patches, but not covering much ground. They kept getting distracted trying to trip and tackle one another into the thin layer of snow, or tossing handfuls of powder at each other’s heads, occasionally accompanied with a pinch of dirt or a few strands of grass when they dug a little too deep. Their hats and gloves got dirty, and their coats might even require dry cleaning.

Still, it was a morning well spent, as Henry thought to himself when Walter helped him up for the final time. As soon as he was on his feet, he repaid the favour by shoving his friend in the chest hard enough to drop him on his backside just once more. The official end result of their snow scuffle was inconclusive, but he considered himself the winner.

It was light when they finally trekked back to the house, their faces red and eyes brightened. Both their heads felt a little clearer as the headache had dulled down.

They took a detour around the perimeter of the main building to get a better look at the house. People were moving behind the tall windows, clearly on their way to breakfast. They were also expected to eat with the others, so they could not get away with much more alone time. The realisation was enough to bring a frown on both their faces when they circled to the front door.

Mikaela met them in the hall. Flabbergasted at the state of their coats, she told them not to put them in with the others, so they just carried them upstairs to Henry’s room. They had not dared to brush their teeth or wash their faces for fear of waking anyone, so they did that now and changed into cleaner clothes, as well.

Throughout their second breakfast of the day and the informal house tour that Carl offered to give those who were interested, Henry tried his hardest to retain his good mood. He did not want to waste a single minute on the needy gloom that was trying to take over. He was so lucky to have Walter here, and so annoyed with himself for not being able to enjoy it properly until the end.

They held on to each other until Walter and his parents absolutely had to go, quite literally towards the end. They sat in a tightly enveloped embrace on Henry’s bed, with Henry resting his head on Walter’s shoulder and Walter stroking Henry’s back. To reciprocate, Henry tentatively dug his right hand between Walter’s sweater and T-shirt and moved his left up to the back of Walter’s neck. Walter shivered slightly in surprise, but when Henry asked if this was okay, he affirmed.

“At least there’s only nine days to go now until we go back,” Henry attempted when they finally disconnected. It felt and sounded like ages, and his chest hurt making light of it, but he had to try.

“Yeah. We won’t even have time to miss each other,” Walter replied with a joyless smile that betrayed the exact opposite meaning. He raised his right hand to push Henry’s hair back, one side at a time, and then he got up with a sigh.

Henry sat still for a few beats, overwhelmed by the wistful and clingy feeling he’d been trying to keep at bay since he first woke up. It was as if all the fun they’d had together only fuelled the emotion, and he wished there was a better name for it than longing, because that was hardly an appropriate word for simply missing his best friend who was only just picking up his things to leave, but there was none.

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Thank you for reading! You can find out how things progress from here in the actual fic, but I think this chapter also works pretty well as a sort of pre-slash 'feelings awakening' story.

For YR Faves Fest organised by @youngroyals-events Prompts: 6. Favourite non-Wilmon ship (Walty)

For this New Year's Day and last day of Faves Fest, I want to celebrate my favourite non-Wilmon ship by reposting the holiday chapter of my S1 longfic. You don't need to have read the whole fic to enjoy it!

At this point of the story, Henry and Walter's connection is shifting from platonic to romantic, but Henry hasn't figured that out yet. The fic is a very slow burn because their friendship deserves to shine first, and also because Henry is a confused ace burdened by his parents' expectations on his future marriage who has never fallen for anyone before.

So get ready for some oblivious pining, physical affection, holiday and party feels, and playing in the snow!

The first scene set on 27 Dec is in the first reblog, and I will reblog this with the ones set on 31 Dec and 1 Jan later today.

[seilon]

pro: ran into a coworker at a bar last night who I don’t really talk to usually (he works upstairs, I work downstairs) and we talked and im pretty sure we were highkey flirting and he bought me a drink and the bar merch shirt i was interested in and thanks to the power of alcohol i guess i asked for his number and he gladly gave it to me and. yeah

con: i have the second worst hangover i have ever had and have been fighting for my fucking life just to eat saltines

[arionaleilani]

1. it’s my 24th birthday today, so my goal of being published by the time i’m 25 is now a one year looming monster, but i never specified what kind of published and am currently looking in various literary magazines that are recommended for writers who have yet to be published, so i’m surprisingly confident that i can make it work? and tbh even if whatever i write isn’t officially published before my 25th birthday, if i have someone in the process of being published then i’ll be happy!! no matter what though, i’m gonna try to be proud of myself for at least giving it my best shot!!

2. i honestly love that my birthday is on the ides of march because the ides of march meme shitposting is only a thing on tumblr but it also being my birthday makes it easier to like. be excited about the ides of march outside of tumblr. like even in person i can be like “it’s my birthday! i’m an ides of march babe (:” and if someone is like oh what’s that? or if they say something along the lines of oh like julius caesar? i can be like yep!! and even if it’s a small thing outside of tumblr it brings me immense enjoyment and amusement being able to bring it up off of tumblr

3. transportation situation has been very rough since june 2023 when i totalled my car, my gap insurance are being assholes and i ended up putting my foot down on the phone with them yesterday which i’m pretty proud of because i am NOT a confrontational person (something i’ve been working on this past year, so seeing some improvement with my ability to hold my ground and not be a pushover yesterday was very cool!!) i was told i’d get a response from them by friday next week no matter what, and if i don’t then friday of next week i will continue to wreak havoc upon them. but my moms car which i’ve been using since my accident broke down yesterday, hopefully it’s fixable but my parents were saying it might be done for, so trying to think of how i’m gonna get to work next week is kind of stressing me out lmao, but for now i’m just gonna focus on enjoying my birthday the best i can because i don’t want to start off being 24 with an overwhelming anxiety for something that won’t be a potential issue until monday. plus i already messaged my boss today to let her know that i’m going to do everything i can to make it work out but just so she’s in the loop and knows of the potential of me not being able to make my morning shifts (one of my coworkers said she’s more than happy to give me a ride for our afternoon shifts which does help relieve some of the stress!) and i told her i’d let her know for sure sunday so that if necessary she can have time to figure out someone to fill in for me in the mornings!

overall: life is weird and i ended being 23 yesterday with a shitty situation but a positive outlook and i am going to enjoy my first day of being 24 no matter what because honestly i fucking earned it. happy friday everyone, i hope it’s a good day for you and me both!

[chisungie]

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[tojbnuy]

mini part 4 for gojo day 🧁 next part will probably be the finale. thank you for showing best friend toru so much love even tho he is fairly toxic. art by @ _3aem on twt!! part one part two part three

warnings: a very vague birthday bj, some feelings? MDNI

birthdayboybestfriend!satoru who waits with his phone in his hand ignoring all his other messages and skipping to your contact because he knows you’ll say it at bang on midnight. he is then smiling so hard at his phone suguru actually gets worried.

bestfriend!satoru who obviously has party of the century going on at his place. being the star boy he is, he is soaking up the attention. however he has been dyingggg for your arrival, he makes sure to tell every girl that approaches him that he is booked and busy for today.

bestfriend!satoru who tackles you into a massive hug when he sees you and picks you up just to make sure everyone else sees this. you’re wearing white (his favourite) and he knows for a fact you did that on purpose.

bestfriend!satoru who disregards everyone else’s presents for the time being so he can give you and your presents his full attention. unfortunately he is nosy and had scrolled through your google tab last week so he already knew what two of them were going to be.

bestfriend!satoru who (staying true to character) asks you for a birthday kiss. ‘can i have my last present now baby?’ and then he’s pressed up against you and his familiar taste is all you can take in. ‘toru people can see us’ ‘let them see baby’

bestfriend!satoru who wraps your ponytail around his fist whilst you’re talking. sometimes even pulling you back a bit so he can take a long inhale at your neck.

bestfriend!satoru who is actually very annoyed that he got a hot tub because now there were multiple gawking at you. suguru even wolf whistles at you at one point just to rile him up and he got a mouthful of tub water because of it.

bestfriend!satoru who catches you whispering to suguru and finds he definitely does not like the look of that. you had a worried expression which he made a mental note of to ask suguru about later.

bestfriend!satoru who casually gropes at your chest. (you allow him of course) (however you put an end to it when his fingers start to creep into the material of the lace covering your breasts.) (there were simply too many people present but satoru was content with just holding your tit) (stressball >__<)

bestfriend!satoru who makes his closest friends go round the tub and say what they like about him most. suguru is the only one who gives him a slightly heartfelt message, sukuna calls him ugly, toji calls him an airhead, nanami says he is ‘special’ (whatever that means?), shoko says he makes her want to smoke. and then it’s your turn and gojo actually tears up at your beautiful words. your voice and your eyes staring only ever at him saying that he is your person and you really do think he the strongest individual you know. (then he grabs your face and kisses you and the crowd boos until he stops)

bestfriend!satoru who is dead set on you staying with him for the night. ‘you’re not gonna cuddle your best friend on his birthday?’ and how could you everrrr say no to that.

bestfriend!satoru who has his head on your chest, you hands running through his hair and scratching at your scalp. his thighs are covering yours and he lazily kisses at your collarbone. the tension in the room is thick. you can both feel it. it was simply a game of who would move first. satoru knew you wouldn’t, always the more timid and shy one of the two so he took it upon himself to drag his fingers across the waistband of your shorts. ‘wait toru we can’t i’m, i’m your friend?’ god you were too sweet for this earth. ‘it’s okay baby. we don’t have to, but no one’s gonna know. just us.’ and he litters even more feather light kisses to the spot right below your ear until you were letting out soft little sighs. ‘then. then i want to do it, yk since it’s your birthday.’ he knew you weren’t the most conventional best friends but this, this was further than anything you’d ever done before. and he was on cloud nine.

bestfriend!satoru who was now realizing that he had never experienced true joy before this moment. before he had felt your velvet soft lips wrapped around his tip. your tongue licking at his crown so softly, so sweetly. he’s always been a moaner but now he had no shame in the sounds that were leaving him. ‘that’s it baby, just like that. that’s my girl’.

bestfriend!satoru who was a head pusher. he let you set the pace in the beginning but he was growing desperate, something he hadn’t experienced before. your little mewls as he holds you in place right at the base of his dick. your nose nestled against the faint hairs there, and your tears dropping directly into his skin. he had given you the chance to move but being the amazing best friend that you were you swallowed everything he gave you, even opened wide and let him take a look, that to make sure. ‘fuck baby that was the best gift ever’

bestfriend!satoru who snores like a truck directly into your ears and grinds his hips into your thighs whilst he sleeps.

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[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon grinned at himself through the mirror like a stupid teenager in the changing room as Price, god bless this man and his father figure behavior, tugged on his tie to keep it straight and clean.

Wedding Day had come. His wedding day had come.

“Mate, you must be shakin’ with excitement to marry the pretty face.” Gaz grinned from his spot on the couch, all three of them dressed in their best attire. Even Soap hadn’t complained once about wearing a tie.

Simon’s mind wandered to you in the other room, he hadn’t seen you since last night, tradition, that’s what they called it.

He hoped you were having a blast, because you had to spend so many days and nights over the wedding plans that he had to get you to the hospital once after you broke down from exhaustion.

“Anyone ever thought big bad ol’ Ghost gets married?” Soap teased as he rummaged through the drawers at the desk. What exactly was he searching? Simon didn’t know or maybe he was too happy to question his best friend’s motives for now, they usually end in chaos and today was meant no chaos.

“I always believed Simon would find the one true love one day.” Price nodded and patted Simon’s chest, telling him he was done with the tie.

“Liar.” Gaz laughed and shook his head. “If you want to know who always believed in you, Lieutenant, that’s me. Ol’ Captain and MacTavish over here said you would die a virgin. We got a bet running for a while.”

Simon wasn’t even surprised or mad, maybe tomorrow, or the week after. But tonight he wanted to be on Cloud Nine and looking through the pink tinted glasses of love. Tonight he would say ‘yes’ to the person he loved the most, the one that kept him alive and sane and put up with his antics.

“I’m getting married.” He smiled at himself in the mirror.

“You’re getting married, son.” Price looked at him, through the mirror, a proud smile hidden under the beard.

A minute later his phone rang, your name and picture on the screen.

“Yes? Everything alright, darling?” Simon asked and looked at Price, worry flashing behind his brown eyes.

“I’m scared, Simon. I… I know this will sound crazy and you probably think I’m mad. But… I wanna run away.” You say, followed by a shaky breath. “But at the same time I don’t wanna run away but stay and marry you. Does it make sense?”

Simon relaxed immediately, you were nervous, as you should be. Just like him.

“How about this then, darling, we run away together until you know what you want.” He grinned and picked up his suit jacket.

Soap and Gaz were gasping at him.

“Let’s run away together and if you still feel like running, we blew off this party. And if not, we come back, say yes to each other tonight and live our happily ever after.”

Gaz asked if he was insane. Soap was looking between Simon and Price, who simply had the time of his life while opening the door for Simon to leave.

“Are you sure… do you… I mean…?” You started to ramble and mutter under your breath.

“Darling… For you I would go through hell and back. I am not complete without you anymore. There was a time before you, sure. But there will be no time after you. Together.” Simon spoke gently and could see through the phone who your cheeks turned pink and tears pricked your eyes. “I’ll be out in two minutes, don’t let me wait.”

(Spoiler, in the end Simon and you got married surrounded by friends and family. Price lost a bet to Laswell because they both know you two and knew you would pull such a stunt. Soap had gained a few more grey hairs than necessary and Gaz was pretty sure this was some kind of punishment, why else would you two pull something like that.)

[amoressb]

𐙚 nerds do it best

pairings : nerd bf!jungwon x reader

synopsis : when your bf comes to class with a new look

note : this is sort of a long one !! not too sure how i feel about this one, i couldn’t get to the point honestly but i still hope you enjoy my rambling !!

You made it to your classroom a little earlier than usual but it doesn’t bother you much since you’ll be accompanied by your boyfriend jungwon. You and jungwon usually walk to school together since you guys live in the same neighborhood but different streets. He wasn’t answering your messages or calls which made you a little worried. He’s always the one to do those things but today it was the other way around and he doesn’t answer? weird. There was a possibility that he went to sleep later than usual so thats ultimately what you thought.

After getting your things out for class, you decided to go to the bathroom and stroll a bit before class since again you’re way earlier today. Soon or later you arrive back to your classroom and basically everyone is in there seats talking waiting for class to start in about a minute or two but wheres jungwon? He hasn’t taken his seat next to you, let alone even arrive since the desk and seat were both empty. You decided to send him a message again in hopes he’ll respond.

you : class is starting, where r u???

hello jungwon?

baby?

With no luck and class starting you had to put your phone away and just hope he’ll come in later. While waiting for him you were having a hard time focusing worrying about him but the sound of the classroom door drew you out of your daydream. There he was. Jungwon..but your smile on your face turned into surprise and confusion when you see he now has..BLONDE HAIR?? AND ITS CURLY???

Jungwon apologizes for coming in so late and makes his way to your seat with a cheeky yet embarrassed smile. “hi baby” he quietly giggles putting his stuff down and looks up to you only for you to be completely shocked. “alright class we have nothing left for today so you may talk quietly till your next period” the teacher says to which you immediately turn to jungwon and ask “when did this happen?!” you say as your hand reaches up to his hair and run your finger through it softly. “just last night..thats why i came in to late, i finished at around 2” he says and you notice just how tired he was with how slow he was talking and his eyes seem heavy.

“it looks really good on you tho. makes you even more cute and hot” you say completely mesmerized now that you can fully process it all. His now blond hair, glasses, his cute smile and beautiful eyes. It made you fall more in live with him. “why don’t you lay down and rest for the remainder of the class hm?” you ask him. He just hums and nods as he scoots closer to you and lays his head down on your arm thats on the desk and wraps an arm around your waist not forgetting to take off his glasses so they don’t get damaged.

The whole time he was sleeping, you were running your fingers through his hair softly and rubbing his back softly at times hoping to soothe him and make sure he gets enough sleep to make it through the rest of the day. Surprisingly tho his hair was still super soft even after possible heavy bleaching. You had to ask for his hair routine..

Throughout the rest of the day, you couldn’t take your eyes off of jungwon. Which wasn’t hard since you were together in all your classes AND sat next to each other. “you’re staring yk and you’re gonna miss everything” jungwon says with a cheeky smile as you stare at him with heart eyes. “i can just have your notes” you say in a trance looking at him. He giggles at your state but continues taking notes knowing he will indeed give you his notes.

By the end on the day, you took basically no notes. You were completely focused on one thing and one thing only. Jungwon. The second you guys step foot outside, you immediately jumped on him and gave him a gentle yet tight hug and started peppering his face with kisses. “AHHHH you’re such a pretty boy. ily ily ily!!!!” you say and by now jungwons face was quite red. All the attention you’ve been giving him today was amazing yes. He loved it. But it was too much for his heart to handle, so it was easy for him to fold in front you. “i love you too but can it wait till we’re out of everyone else’s view?” its not that he’s embarrassed about you showing your love to him. It’s the fact that hes so red right now. Thats whats embarrassing.

Too bad for him, that didn’t stop you. You made it all the way home, hand in hand, you going on and one about how his new look was absolutely perfect on him. “stay at my house for a bit?!” you said excitedly knowing he’d say yes and end up sleeping over. Thank goodness it was friday. “when do i ever decline to that invite” he smiles as you lead him into your house all the way to your room.

You both change clothes, him always having clothes left over at your house to the point you bought extra drawers just for him for how often hes over and you changing into one of his sweatshirts and your sweatpants. You decided to stay in your room and watch a movie. Immediately you pull him onto your bed, he got closer and laid on top of you, head in the crook of your neck. “so..what do you truly think of my hair my love” he smiles tiredly sort of knowing what you’re going to say.

“omg i love it. it looks absolutely perfect on you and the glasses too. you look so cute yet so hot. I LOVE IT!!” you ramble about how good his new look is. He smiles into your neck happy you like it. “really? cuz i didn’t think it looked good at all, felt really weird” he voiced out his worries a bit. You this whole time had your fingers running through his hair, moved in closer to him if that was even possible and gave him a kiss on his head. “no i think anything you do, you will always look handsome in my eyes” you smiled into his hair. “i love you jungwon” you move some hair from his face. “i love you too pretty” he leans up a bit to give you a quick kiss on the lips then back to his position falling asleep almost immediately. Blonde jungwon will forever have you weak in the knees.

[lovscb97]

— enhypen links [hyung line]

tags: hyung line!enhypen x fem!reader, established relationship, squirting (like . a Lot), daddy kink, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (plz don't), creampie, rough sex, exhibitionism, bondage, edging, overstimulation, punishments, spanking, nicknames (princess, angel, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), reader being a brat, slight dacryphilia, etc

wc: 2.35k

add. notes: reposting bcs blr shadowbanned the last post BOOOOO also plz do not interact if u r a minor!!! look away shoo shoo!!! n also do lmk if some of the links r not working for u guys :] Also. sorry one last thing but u can tell how these answers got progressively longer LMFAOOOOO

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⥽ … LEE HEESEUNG: 

link one.

heeseung loves making you squirt, it's a given knowing his ego and how much pride he takes in the fact that he's the only one who can make you feel so good. some days, he'll fuck up into you until you're shaking and squirming on top of him, crying out wanton moans of his name and incoherent pleas begging him to stop, but he doesn't listen of course. his one and only goal when engaging sexually with you is to make you shoot streams of liquid all over his dick and sheets, and he'll stop at nothing to achieve that. i'd even go so far as to say he can be pretty mean, although i wouldn't put him at the top of that list when comparing with the rest.

"seungie, please!" you sob, fresh tears streaming down your face as your boyfriend milks a third orgasm from you. "just one more, angel. you can do it." heeseung grunts, his cock painfully sensitive after having already cum inside you. but, of course, that won't stop him from giving you the fuck of a lifetime. his current goal right now is to make you cream all over his dick, but what he doesn't expect is clear droplets to be released from your pussy as he overstimulates you. your body slumps on top of his, tired and spent, but it's only a matter of seconds until you're being manhandled onto your back. before you can even ask what he's doing, your boyfriend cuts you off. "i need to see you do that again." he grins wickedly, and you sigh. it's going to be a long night today.

link two.

whenever you act out in front of heeseung, like going so far as to tease him in front of his friends by sending promiscuous photos of yourself or running a hand sensually against his clothed bulge, he never hesistates to put you back in your place. sometimes he'll be so pent up after trying to have enjoyed a boys night out only to have cut it short because of your raunchy actions, he won't even make it past the living room, dragging you towards the couch and yanking your panties down before he's sheathing himself inside you. he'll grip a fistful of your hair whilst drilling himself into your cunt, making sure to remind you who's in charge despite the fact that you both know you'll never learn your lesson.

"you wanna act like a slut, i'll fuck you like one." heeseung growls, his thrusts sharp and precise with the way he's delivering them inside you. by now, you've been reduced to a mess of gasps and moans, too fucked out to speak, which only makes your boyfriend chuckle darkly. "what, now you wanna go all quiet on me? what happened to all that attitude, princess?" he mocks, his palm striking a harsh slap on your ass which makes you yelp. "s-sorry, 'm sorry!" you whine, trying to push back on him with a hand, but heeseung only swats it away, tsk-ing at your behavior. "oh, it's too late for sorry, baby." he mumbles, bending down close to whisper in your ear, his words making you shiver. "i'm gonna fuck you until there's nothing left in that stupid, little whore brain of yours. and you're gonna take it. got that?"

⥽ … PARK JONGSEONG: 

link one.

jay loves giving it to you like he'll never be able to fuck you again. his movements are always precise, hitting that spot hidden deep inside of you with each angled thrust. his favourite way to have you is on your back in missionary too, both your legs hanging off the side of his waist as he pounds himself in you, making sure to coax lots of sweet noises from your mouth that he knows only he can make you let out. it's no secret that you love it too, relishing in the way his muscles flex as he thrusts inside your cunt that he's already cum in, his only current goal to make you cum once more before he'll pull out and wipe you down. or, if he's feeling particularly up for it, he'll continue fucking you even after you've both cum for the second time, making sure you're both overstimulated and tired by the end of things.

the only sounds audible by now are the noises of your loud whimpers and skin slapping as jay brutally bullies his cock in and out of you, your hands shooting out to resist his actions despite the fact that he's so much stronger than you. your attempts to resist him are completely futile, and it only makes him laugh sadistically at you struggling to take him. "aww, 's too much for you, honey?" he coos, and you only cry out with a nod, strings of curses leaving your lips at an expertly placed thrust that slams deep inside you. at this point, you're worried he's going to batter your cervix to a pulp, but that thought is long lost when his thumb comes down to swipe at your clit. "don't worry, sweetheart. daddy's gonna make sure he fucks you until you're crying, yeah?"

link two.

every once in a while, namely when you're both too lazy to indulge in it, your boyfriend will forego the dramatics and fuck you with nothing but love in his eyes. he'll kiss you so sweetly, his actions nothing short of gentle yet firm with the way he'll grip your waist and push himself into you bit by bit until you're clenching down on him in utter pleasure. he'll revel in the way your tits bounce in his face, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking on it which only makes the coil in your stomach that much closer to snapping. it won't take long until you're both reaching your highs, you creaming around jay's cock and him shooting ropes of white deep inside you to the point you can feel it gushing out from how much there is.

"fuck, princess. don't squeeze me like that, i'll cum." jay groans, confused when you simply shake your head with a moan. "wan' your cum, jjongie, please." you beg, and his heart positively melts because who is he to deny the request of such a beautiful girl, no less his own beautiful girl? it's only when you clench down on him and grab his hand to bring it up to squeeze your chest when he feels the band in his lower half snap, emptying himself inside of you with a long drawn grunt that only pushes you off the edge. there's so much cum that you can feel it seep out of your hole when he goes to pull his softening cock out, watching him eye it in awe. "you're so perfect f'me." jay praises, kissing you gently on the lips as you muster a tired smile back.

⥽ … SIM JAEYUN:

link one.

firm believer of the munch jake agenda just like anyone else because have you seen the man? his oral fixation goes craaaazy, up until the point he constantly needs to have your clit throbbing against his tongue as he drags the wet muscle through your folds. jake will happily spend hours upon no end between your thighs, his face buried into your cunt as he noisily whines into it. everything about it is intoxicating to him; your scent, the way your arousal leaks onto the sheets, how your tight hole clenches in need, all of it. he'd die a fulfilled man if you smoothered him to death in the midst of his endeavours so as long as it's because of your pussy that he's passing away. of course, you think he's a little insane, but you love him regardless.

"mm, jakey.." you whimper, feeling your boyfriend lick into every crevice of your core with meticulous precision, so focused on the task at hand that he doesn't even bother to pull away and only responds with a hum. before you can even get a word out, he's dragging his plump lips up to wrap around your swollen bundle of nerves, not caring how sensitive you may be because to him, this is the sweetest treat of all. "s-shit, 'm gonna cum." you whine, trying to warn him as the band in your stomach grows closer to snapping, but jake doesn't let up. he continues to eat you out even through your orgasm, his chin getting splattered with your juices in the process as he messily slurps everything up. by the time he finally pulls away, you're panting heavily, but your boyfriend is far from done. "again, please." he bats his puppy dog eyes at you, and who are you to deny him?

link two.

jake is also a certified freak. he's into risky situations where anyone could catch him, which makes sense when you consider how your picnic date with him turned into you getting absolutely wrecked by his dick inside your pussy. it started out so innocent, with you in your little sundress, and him in his favourite hoodie, but all of that was soon discarded and you were on your back against the scratchy grass, gushing around your boyfriend's cock as he pummeled into you with a fervor you'd never seen him have before. something about the prospect of fucking in public turned him on so much, and if you were being very honest, it turned you on too.

"ah, jake. we r-really shouldn't." you stutter, feeling your boyfriend's mushroom tip catch against your clit. you shuffle on the uncomfortable bed of grass underneath just as jake hushes you, slowly pushing himself in with one fluid motion that makes the both of you sigh in relief. "sorry, baby. you just looked so good in your pretty little dress, i had to have you." he groans, hiking said dress up your thighs as you whine, kicking your legs up. jake seems to get your cue because before you can continue pleading him to move at last, he's thrusting into you, thick cock plunging deliciously inside. your noises are loud, and there's no way anyone could mistaken what you two are up to if they were to pass by, so you really are glad for the fact that the entire area is deserted, especially considering that once jake's started, he's going to be insatiable, sure to cum inside you at least twice before he even thinks of taking you home to repeat the process all over again.

⥽ … PARK SUNGHOON:  

link one.

sunghoon's a perv, and like any other perv, he has his secret fantasies; your panties. even before he started dating you, he'd dream about fucking you after having tugged your underwear to the side, pushing his cock in your tiny hole while the flimsy article of clothing you've yanked aside becomes wet from your leaking juices, even better if it's after he's cum on them. sometimes, when he wants to punish you, he'll fuck you through your panties, making sure he indulges himself without directly giving you what you want— his seed. he'll even go so far as to edge you, cockhead bumping against your clit through the messy fabric, just enough stimulation to build up your orgasm, but not enough to have you tipping over the edge. how mean, indeed.

"hoonie," you cry, tears welling up in your eyes out of frustration after your fourth ruined orgasm, especially since this is the second time your boyfriend has cum, much less without you. "what is it now, you ungrateful slut?" he spits out, eyebrows furrowed in a glare as he stares you down, making you gulp. sunghoon got mean a lot, and each time he did, it never failed to have you leaking everywhere. "wan' cum. wan' your cum, too. please. 'm sorry. i'll be good, please." you beg shamelessly, and your boyfriend laughs with a sinister air to his voice. "oh yeah? you're sorry?" he bites his lip, admiring the way his cum has stained the pretty pink laces you've worn today. "too fucking bad." he hisses as he slides his red tip against your clothed clit once more, making you whine. "sluts don't get cum. they get punishments. so, be a good bitch and take what i give you."

link two.

tying you up is one of sunghoon's favourite things to do to you in sex. he loves the way you look, all pliant and moulded into the position he desires to have you in, especially with how the silk of the fabric decorates your skin. of course he'll kiss away the bruises you get after you're done, but that'll only be after he's had his way with you. he also gets off on the power trip it gives him. when you're bound by some material to the headboard, it gives him the liberty to do whatever he wants with you. it's like you're giving your body up as bait, except instead of missing out on it as the predator, he's seizing his opportunity to have his way with you, and boy does he enjoy it far too much.

"oh, my pretty angel. you look so beautiful like this, completely spread out and at my mercy." sunghoon purrs, his cold fingers grazing the skin of your back as you shiver. your face is muffled by the pillows he's buried your head against, the position your boyfriend has tied you up in this time leaving no room for speaking when you're ass up in front of him. you'd be a liar if you said you didn't love relinquishing control and satiating his desires like this, plus sunghoon always fucks you so deep whenever he has you bound for him. "now," sunghoon licks his lips, pumping his free cock in one hand as he brings it up to your opening. "i'm gonna fuck you, and if you stay quiet, maybe i'll think about letting you cum." your eyes widen, a quiet moan escaping you when he suddenly enters. it dies down in your throat when you feel a harsh slap land on your inner thigh. "i said be quiet, slut." sunghoon growls, causing you to swallow. oh, you were royally fucked.

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⋆˙⟡ monster | lee heeseung

: when two rivals in an entertainment company turned late-night lovers, no strings attached… or is it something else?

pairing: ceo!l.hs x fem!reader

CW: smut, enemies to fwb to lovers trope??, pwp (3 smut scenes omg), hate sex, age gap: heeseung is 29, reader is 24, usage of condoms, riding, oral sex (both receiving), cum eating, some pet names, insults?, lots of profanity lmk if i missed anything

notes: couldn’t stop thinking about this while listening to monster by gaga. crazycrazy

wc: 7.3k words (MDNI)

There was only one thing you hated more than useless things in your timetable. It was the asshole of the whole company, Lee Heeseung. The more conversations you heard his name in, the more you despised his existence.

His ego was so high it could hit a plane, the way he would talk about his compositions made you wanna throw up. He praised himself so much, and you started wondering if he was just a huge narcissist or if we were insecure of his writing skills. Luckily, you never saw him around often as you were really caught up in your own work. Having to compose songs all the time for singers was not an easy task. Your chairman was an even bigger asshole than Heeseung, always giving you all the work. You had to not only compose songs from start to finish, but you also had to edit and mix the voices, help the singers use the right tones and so much more stuff that wasn’t originally included in your job plan.

Usually, you would stay at the office overtime, your eyes darkened with tiredness. It was a miracle you haven’t fallen asleep all this time.

 You looked at the time,

 [01:54 AM]

“Great.” You sigh. Your shift ended at 12 AM. What the fuck are you still doing here? It’s quiet in the whole building, only clicking sounds can be heard from your keyboard. You’re all alone with a few bodyguards left in the company. You groan, your head pounding from the intense light of your pc. All you want now is to get back to your apartment just to greet your cat Juno.  He’s your only best friend in this cursed city of New York, he’s a soft and fluffy black and white cat, with heterochromia eyes, left eye blue and right eye brown. You talk to him all the time, even though he can’t hold conversations he’s the best listener you’ve ever encountered. Better than your ex-boyfriends, that’s for sure.

As the clock reads [02:29], you’re more than ready to go home. You gather all your things, wish a great night to all the security people there and finally get out of that stupid building. You get your car keys out of your bag, driving home in your black i8. When you get home you feed your cat, finally plopping in your bed and falling asleep instantly.

You woke up due to your phone ringing at around 10 am with the hugest headache you’ve had. You palm your forehead, grabbing your phone with your other hand. Your co-worker, Yena, is calling you. You pick up as fast as you can, moaning into the phone due to being exhausted out of your mind.

“Yeah… Yena hey….” You say with half a mouth.

“Hey girl, are you coming to work? Today’s the showcasing, have you forgotten?”

Oh, fucking hell. You totally forgot.

A showcasing happens when all composers need to show the work they did in a few months’ time. You need to turn in all the songs you’ve made in this time, whilst competing with your other co-workers to be the best one, getting the title of the best songwriter of the month. Your company likes making leaderboards, only adding onto your stress of being the best. Of course, last month’s songwriter was Heeseung, but you thought the judges were so biased over him… you knew you could take him down this month.

“Right… I’ll be there soon just let me get ready.” You say, already dreading the idea of getting out of bed.

She hangs up, letting you wash up quickly. You fix up your hair, put on your suit and do a bit of makeup. You get your badge with your name on it and out you are. By the time you arrive at the company you’re already late… the higherups there scolding you for it.

“Please try to make it on time, you know how important this is.”

You sigh. How could they expect you to be there early when you went home at almost 3 AM last night?

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. I’m here now.” You add.

After you come out of your office to get your suitcase that had your files, you bump into the last person you wanted to see there. He throws you a cheeky smile, not even apologizing for giving you a shoulder.

“Oh, if it isn’t the famous miss L/n! Ready to get your dreams crushed by my songs again?” you scoff at him, crossing your arms. “Yeah right, like I’d let a scumbag like you take my title. I don’t have anything to prove to you, stay in your lane.”

He raises his eyebrows at your response, as you would normally walk away if he told you anything. “Oh is it miss complaint now? Let me actually show you how this job is done, im your ceo for a reason.” he suddenly stops smiling to give you a glare.

“You don’t intimidate me Mr. Lee, right on the contrary, you make me want to laugh.” you say and turn around, not wanting to waste your time with such a man. His sleek smile creeps back onto his face as he walks into his own office.

A few minutes later, you get back to the front, everyone already waiting there with their work. You stand next to Yena, holding the tank of papers in hand tightly.

Yena could tell you’re nervous, so she extended one hand up to yours just to squeeze it, calming you down a bit. Your other co-workers were not a threat at all, but Heeseung was the one person you wanted to bring down. You wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face. After much judging and testing, with recitals and rehearsals for the songs, the judges finally decided the points accorded to the candidates. The others already had way too little points to worry you, but you, Yena and Heeseung were left.

“Choi Yena, 127 points.” She sighed of relief. A sizeable number overall, but now it depends on what you and Heeseung did.

“Lee Heeseung, 140 points.” His eyes widen. There is a chance that you might win. You might take him over… You might take his place. No way, right?

After a good minute of silence, they finally list your points.

“L/n Y/n, 139 points.” You almost fall to your knees. Out of all chances, how could this happen to you?? You close your eyes and cover your ears before you go insane.

You let him win, again.

“Therefore, our winner this month will be Lee Heeseung, the winner of the last 3 months as well, Congratulations!” all you hear is buzzing in your ears. You grow sour of his name, of his voice, his face. You can’t stand his dumb mouth, dumb face, dumb voice. You can’t stand him at all, and you would do anything to see him fired or something. You know that won’t happen and it drives you crazy. Heeseung smiles, taking his prize in hand once again, his portrait remaining on the fame wall. He shakes hands with the judges before taking a good look at you.

You cannot look at him anymore, you just lower your gaze trying not to burst into tears. You worked so hard for this, yet he took away all your hope for a win. You storm out the room, sitting down at your desk to throw your head down on the wooden table.

One point. Seriously. This is ridiculous.

Well, you take a deep breath and continue with your shitty day. At some point in time, you get a knock on your office door. “Come in.” you say as you raise your eyes up to see who it is. “Oh Yena, hey.. sorry for not saying anything earlier…” you bite your lip.

“Don’t consume yourself over it, hey, that dude is a douche, okay? Do not let him get to you. You are better than him anyway.”

“Am I though? I mean… What if he is simply better than me. What if his songs are better than mine? What if his lyrics have more meaning than mine?”

“He is not better than you, and even if he will be proven to be, which I doubt, don’t ever let him know you think that.”

“I can’t be a narcissist just like him, Yena. If I am not as good as someone, I will take the responsibility on my shoulders and admit it.”

“See you’re already better than him, he would never” She laughs. You laugh back, although in your soul goes a fight between your ego and sincerity.

. . .

After the day ends, you finally go home early, not giving two fucks about what they might say or think, it is your right after all. Too bad that you get a message you dreamed of never getting, too bad it happened.

HELIX ENTERTAINMENT

“Good evening, members of the company. We are delighted to announce that tomorrow there will be a collaboration project between each other. The groups are arranged by the organisers, and they follow the lines of:

Now scrolling through all the pages, you search for your name. Oh, what are the chances.

Lee Heeseung & L/n Y/n”

Of course this had to happen, it would not have been you if it were not for your amazing luck.

“Oh, suck on it seriously.” You look at your phone in disbelief, while making yourself tea. “Juno can you believe this? This man is going to ruin my image and my life. I can’t stand him anymore I swear I might kill someone if this keeps happening.” Juno meows, probably because he wants a bit of peace, but you still took that as an agreement to what you said. “I know, I know. I guess it will be okay… hope he doesn’t ruin my career for life with this. I do not trust him.”

The next day, you shake your head while getting out of your car, glaring at the tall building with huge windows. You always glare while looking at it, but somehow this time was different. It wasn’t because you hated your job, it was because you had to see your partner. All the people who greeted you in the halls got a cold response, or no response at all. Might have been a shitty thing to do but honestly you weren’t in the mood for anything anymore. You just wanted this day to be over.

When you get into Heeseung’s office, seeing him rummaging through his papers, you just stood in the doorway… waiting for him to finish his work. He raises his head to look at you, his mood getting insignificantly worse when his eyes met yours. Before he gets to sigh, you cut him off.

“The feeling is mutual. I usually try to act nice, but I just cannot stand you no matter how hard I try.” You cross your arms while he goes back to his papers. “Then take a seat.” He responds in the coldest way, only making you furrow your eyebrows at his tone. “Okay damn…” you say under your breath while grabbing a chair to sit in front of his desk.

There are a few moments of silence, but you decide to ask him about the collaboration, same reason you’re here right now.

“Heese-” “It’s Mr. Lee for you.” You clear your throat annoyed. “Mr. Lee, I am only here to ask you about what we must do, can we focus on that?”

“Why would I make a project with someone as bad at writing as you?” he looks up at you again. You bite your cheek, barely being able to stand him anymore. You just look down to your thighs, grasping your palms together anxiously. Yuna told you to never be weak in front of him, but how could you not when he was so right?

“Please refrain from insulting my work and just take the organisations words, they put us together for this, so we need to do it.”

“If I let you work on this, you will just embarrass me in front of thousands of people. How about you just let me handle this? Go home, enjoy your days off. I’ll give you the credit.”

“You cannot just do everything alone; I do not care about days off I just want to work on this too. Please Mr. Lee.”

That is the first time he’s ever heard you say please to him. He hated your presence just as much as you hated his, why must you be at each other’s throats all the time? Simply because of rivalry or did other frustrations arise from both parties?

He licks his lips, finally giving in. “You can work on it with me Y/n. Just don’t disappoint me.”

“I promise I won’t. This matters so much to me.”

You follow him to his studio; he lets you get in first and that is when he locks the door behind you. You both sit down next to each other while you work on the song. He keeps acting weird throughout the recording and editing process, changing poses multiple times in a few minutes, sighing and fidgeting with his fingers. Halfway through the song you place your hand on his while looking at him. “Mr. Lee, are you feeling okay?”

That is when he sighs, snatching his hand away from yours and turning the pc off. He turns to you, keeping his eye contact consistent. “Y/n… i’ve just been feeling frustrated. Just forget it. Let’s focus on the song.”

Now you cannot say that you care about him, but you’re still curious to see what this is about. “Oh, is that so? Frustrated in what kind? Someone like you has feelings?”

He glares at you. “Not in the way you’d think, anyway.” You tilt your head. “But how? Tell me now, i’m curious.” “Maybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut, it’s none of your business.” “Just because you’re my superior does not mean you gotta talk to me like that, bastard.” He clenches his jaw. “Oh, that’s it.” He suddenly grabs onto your neck, pulling you closer. He’s still so gentle but it’s enough force to make you struggle to talk. “Is this what it’s about...? A... are you sexually frustrated…?” You tease. He releases the grasp on your neck and looks down at his hands. “I.. I’m sorry. It’s hard being alone when you’re pushing 30 you know.”

You had no idea what was happening right now, but you definitely enjoyed the attention you got. You were equally as touch starved as he was, and it was making you want more.

“You know, we could do this. But I really don’t like you dude.” You raise your eyebrow at him. He nods. “You don’t make yourself all that approachable either, would you really be down? I mean, just… fuck buddies… nothing else?”

“Mr. Lee, you know we both aren’t ones for relationships. But what’s in it for me?” “Oh, you want payment now?” “Well, you knew I wasn’t gonna give you myself for free, did you?” He laughs. “Fair, then how about I give you a raise?” “Mm… Anything else?” He rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay uhh. A raise and no more staying overtime, you get paid if you leave work early and… free coffee for life.” You ponder a bit. “Alright, I accept.” “Oh, not so quick, you need some rules to you too. For this to work you have to come help me anytime I need you.” “Libido that high, huh?” He shushes you and you giggle.

“Well okay, but if you’re really frustrated right now, shall we start today?” He looks back at you, visibly cringing from you being so direct with him, but he doesn’t mind. “I mean if you’re down.” “I am, but do you have any condoms?” That’s when you see him reaching for his wallet, taking out about 3 condoms out. Your eyes widen a bit, smacking your lips at his professionalism. “Oh, wow you’re ready.” “3 is a bit much…” “Who knows, i’ll end up using all of them and then end up going raw cause we are left with none.” “Yeah, don’t know about that.” “Im messing with you, dumbass.” He rolls his eyes, letting you get on top of his lap. Your lips finally make contact with his, getting to taste him in your mouth, the feeling lingering down to your stomach.

As you begin making out, your hand travels down to his forming bulge, squeezing and massaging it to the best of your abilities. As you’re doing that, he squeezes your ass with his palm, making you flinch from the sudden pressure. You playfully slap his face, pulling away from the kiss a bit. “You’re such a dick.” “I know, wanna feel mine already?” You give him one last kiss before pushing his head back on the chair to kiss his neck, insisting on his prominent adam’s apple. You suck on his sensitive skin, forming hickeys along his whole neck. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re not bad at this.” “I know, but you are.” “Oh shut up, I barely got to do anything.” You sigh, pulling away from his neck. “Let me ride you, m’kay?” “Do whatever you want to me.” He smiles coyly. “Could I kill you?” You pout your lips. “Not until you get your raise.” “Oh, fuck off.”

You start with unbuttoning his pants, not even taking them off before placing your hand on his boxers. You press his dick a bit, his groan appearing right after. “Mhm, that’s what I love hearing.” You nod to yourself. “Right from my mouth?” He teases too. “Oh, you know what I mean, I might need to stuff yours, so you shut up more often.” “Could you stuff it with your pussy?” That keeps you quiet for a bit, his response making you clench around nothing. “… I might, if tape doesn’t work.”

You don’t even take his pants off when you pull his boxers down with his half-hard dick springing out. You grab the base, stroking it a bit to get it as erect as you can. “You’re so big.” You point out. He just smirks, looking at you up and down. You leave his dick alone for a bit just to take your panties off, as you were already wearing a skirt, the embarrassing wet stains on them being visible for Heeseung to see as well. “You got this wet already? And you’re the one saying i’m horny.” “Shut it.” You throw your panties to the other side of the room, finally ripping one condom out the packaging, putting it well onto his dick. After you give him a few more strokes you position yourself on his dick, slowly lowering yourself on his length. It takes you a few good seconds to adjust, then you slowly move your hips back and forth on him. He already throws his head back, the feeling being so familiar yet so distant. Your walls clench around him every time you move on him, the feeling already getting unbearable. You change your routine a bit, starting to bounce instead of grinding, the sound of your thighs touching echoing through the room. You try leaving out as little moans as you can, but it’s still impossible for you, as it feels so good. You leave out small desperate noises as you bounce on him. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” He smiles up at you. You glare again. “Fuck you.” While speeding up. “This.. doesn’t mean anything. I’m just.. helping.. you get rid of a boner.” You say out of breath. “And it’s working, keep going.”

You ride him as well as you can, his swollen tip getting so deep inside you it’s hitting your sweet g-spot. He needed to fuck with someone desperately, the fact that it was you was pure coincidence. Your mouth parts, leaving sounds that only his ears can hear. “Holy shit… I might cum soon… please” you cry, grabbing onto his shoulders with your nails bedded into his skin. He looks up at you, his hand resting against your ass, giving it a few squeezes here and there. “You’re gonna cum for me? Hm? Come on, cum all over me” He whisper shouts, helping you bounce on him faster and faster.

The knot in your stomach quickly snaps, your orgasm washing down over you with a few loud moans. You cum all over his dick, with each thrust forming a white ring at the base of it. “Your pussy so good, Y/n… I can’t take it any…more” he grunts, throwing his head back more with each bounce of yours. “Cum already, come on you’re... doing so well” you encourage him, and he immediately obeys, his semen spilling into his condom, making it fully white by the time you pull away from his lap. He pants and moans before you finally take the condom off his dick, the cum spilling back onto it. You stroke him a few more times, getting your hand messy but that finally makes him lay on the chair more relaxed, his high calming down.

“Damn it you’re good.” He says while smiling, his head thrown backwards. “I know, that’s why I agreed to help you.” You slightly grab onto his neck, giving it a few playful kisses. “Now should I send you back to your work? You’re finished here.” He teases. “Oh right, right. Maybe I should focus on my actual work, rather than this work.” You say, grabbing onto his dick one last time, leaving it alone after wrapping your hand around it.

He grabs your wrist, flicking it away now. He looks up at you while raising his eyebrow. “Get the fuck out of here.” You scoff at him, cleaning yourself up a bit and fixing your clothes back on before turning around to leave. “Suck my pussy.” You say annoyed while heading to the door.

As you open the door you hear a “Might do that too” and that’s when you get out the door, leaving him a middle finger before closing the door behind you.

Heeseung finishes the project for both of you, and you end up winning it together. Of course, he kept reproaching you that you won because of him, and you got into a heated argument that you just stopped talking for weeks. So first he says he’ll do it for you but when you do… he argues that he did all the work?

What an asshole.

After another day of no contact at all, you get passed a flyer at work, so you quickly read it.

“It gives us immense pleasure to invite you to a special gathering in honor of Lee Heeseung & L/n Y/n to celebrate their remarkable achievement of winning the collaboration project contest first place.

Date: [7th of December]

Time: [7 PM to 12 AM]

Venue: HELIX ENTERTAINMENT VENUE & BAR

Dress Code: [Semi-Formal]

We look forward to celebrating this special moment with you.

Warm regards,

HELIX ENTERTAINMENT”

After reading, you immediately put the flyer down on your desk, covering your face with your hands. “I don’t wanna see that man ever again.” You avoided him for a few weeks, how could you meet again now? You sigh to yourself, thinking that it’s just one day, it’ll be over, and you can continue ignoring him again.

On the day of the event, you buy yourself a nice and luxurious royal blue dress, it’s long and it hugs your body so well. It has a pretty big cleavage, but you know you looked attractive in it anyway. You get ready, grab your hand purse, and get to the venue. As you enter the big ballroom you notice Heeseung right away, talking to some higher ups while having one hand in his pocket, and the other in the air, moving it around while talking. He’s wearing a tight black suit on, with a deep v-neck that perfectly shows his collarbone. His hair a dark velvet and slightly gelled. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. He always wore that dark aura to him, and that pissed you off. It’s like he was pulling you in despite you trying to pull away. Even if you said you hated him, your palms got sweaty when you saw him, your heartbeat got faster and you eyes slightly widened whenever you saw him. It wasn’t because he was your boss, it wasn’t because he could fire you at any moment… there was something else. And he knew it.

You breathe in one last time before going up to them. As soon as Heeseung sees you he can’t stop looking at you. How perfect you look, you elegant you came here yet so sexy. The way your boobs sat in your dress and how they looked at Heeseung first, that’s what he claims anyway. You don’t say anything to each other, you barely dare to make eye contact. But at one point the others leave your conversation, saluting both of you for now... And when you expect it least, he pulls you aside.

“Are you trying to tempt me with those tits?” He whispers. “Excuse me?” You look at him, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of confusion and anger. “I mean, look at you. Who did you come here for? Where are you going after this? Is there anyone else with you?” He launches this set of questions so weirdly, making you cross your arms which makes your boobs squeeze even tighter against each other.

“I’m here alone, Heeseung. I just liked this dress and came here with it. What’s your problem, even if I dressed up for someone?” You look angrily at him. “Because nobody can see… all of this… except for me. You’re my fuck buddy remember?”

“So? I thought friends with benefits meant something else for you. Don’t care what you think about my outfits. Just stop staring weirdo.” You rest your arms alongside your body, before turning to leave. He grabs your wrist, pulling you close to him. “Look, I don’t want to be constantly ignoring you. Can we be just like we were before?” your lips part. “You mean…. hating each other?” he sighs. “You know what I mean. Hating each other but helping each other with things.” You click your tongue. “Oh yeah, speaking of that… you never gave me my raise… or my coffee.”

“What? you can take as much coffee as you want, and I want you to help me with something before I give you the extra money.”

“And what’s that? amaze me.”

“Could you act that you’re my fiancé for tonight?”

You freeze. “Huh?”

“I don’t want you around me, at all. But It’s so annoying when people keep asking why i’m not married at my age.”

“Did you tell them that you’re a bastard? and that’s why you’re single?” you look at him pissed.

“Oh fuck off, just tell me if you want to help me or not.” you contemplate. “Maybe. If I finally get my raise, and some good sex out of you.”

“It’s on then. Let’s go meet some people here, they’re old and rich perverts but they give hella good sponsors. You might wanna cover up. I don’t want them looking at you.” he grabs your waist. “What a coincidence, that sounds like a perfect description of you in a few years.” you roll your eyes, walking with him while struggling to put on your jacket.

“Hello, Mr. Lee, and who is this beautiful lady?” they start right off the bat looking at your body and all, despite covering yourself as well as you can. You feel so uncomfortable with them but Heeseung makes sure to cover you with his body instead. “This is Y/n, my dearest fiancé. She’s a bit shy, so please talk to me instead.” You throw a slight smile while looking at him, his gesture making you really happy.

After you were done with these men, you leave to a more reserved area. “I can’t believe i’m saying this but… thanks for having my back earlier.” “Don’t fret, I saw how uncomfortable you were. Hate you or not, I can’t see you with that expression on your stupid face.”

You take your jacket off while nodding your head. “Wow, what a compliment from you mr. Lee. I acted enough; now can I stop being your dog following you everywhere?”

“Of course, you can leave too if you’re busy.”

“Hey, what about my payment? remember?”

“You want your money now? What do you wanna buy? I’ll give you my card.” He says, pulling out his card to hand it to you. “My pin is 1510. Use however much you want.”

That just stunned you. “W-What no I don’t need to buy anything. Keep your card…” you push it back to him. “I meant… you know.”

“The good sex part?” he says softly.

“Yeah. That.” you say a bit embarrassed now. “Stop making it so awkward, you’re being too quiet for your own good.” you continue.

“Why do you think that? Is my mouth too big to keep quiet?” he smiles. “Obviously, you never seem to shut up but right now you’re eerily quiet.” “I’m just thinking whether I should just eat you out like you deserve or fuck you too on top of that.” His response already gets you hot and bothered, not caring about the people who might be there or might pass you two. You get even closer to him, sliding your hand down his v-neck to touch his pecs and collarbone. “What’s stopping you from doing both? Please Heeseung. It’s my turn to be needy is it not?”

“Of course, it can be your turn whenever. Surprised you’re craving my pleasure when you can’t stand me.” “You’re still fucking hot with this suit on, personality or not.” He smiles, pulling you into a heated kiss, the butterflies rummaging through your stomach. You grab onto his hair, pushing him a little while making out. You pull away after a bit, finally unbuttoning his shirt. You touch him all over his body, barely being able to stop.

“Did you always look this good?” you say, moving your hands on his abdomen. “Were you always this desperate for me?” he smiles, letting you do whatever you want, until he begins undressing you too, sliding that dress off you in a hurry. He slips your bra off taking one tit into his mouth while kneading the other. You let out desperate sounds, wishing he would just eat you out already. His breath hot against your nipple makes your whole body shiver, inevitably making you whine. “Heeseung just suck on my pussy like that please stop teasing me damn it.”

He laughs against your skin, giving your boob one last kiss before pulling away. “Okay, okay, sit down on this couch.” You do, and he gets on his knees to slide your panties off. He makes you spread your legs for him, keeping them apart with his hands. He starts off with small kisses around your core, taking his time enjoying his meal afterall. “This is the second time you’re dripping wet for me, is it a pattern now?” you grab onto his hair to keep him there. “Shut up and just help me get through this.” He listens, starting to eat you out to the best of his ability. Hollowing his cheeks, shaking his head to suck on your folds. He puckers up his lips to kiss you all over, giving it a few sweet licks all over the slit. Once he reaches your clit, he glues his mouth on it, sucking on it leaving the nastiest sounds known to man. While he’s focusing on your clit, he sneaks his fingers to your wet hole, sliding one finger in at first, pounding it into you at a steady rate. You cannot stop moaning loudly, the pleasure being too much for you. He inserts another finger in, curling them inside you, reaching your g-spot easily.

“Oh, right there, Hee. Don’t you dare stop or you’re so dead— oh my fucking god that’s so good.” His hand speeds up, he pulls his mouth away to flick his tongue on your bud faster and faster; matching the rhythm of his fingers. “Fuck!” you cry out. “Heeseung i’m gonna… cum please … keep going.” You lose your mind. He speeds up even more, destroying your pussy with his fingers, actually giving you hope that he’s gonna let you finish. Once you get as close as you’ve ever been, he pulls out and away completely, making your body shake. You groan suddenly opening your eyes in disbelief. “What the fuck..?” you say angrily. “You thought I was just gonna let you cum like that from something so simple?” You glare. “You’re so fucking annoying, I had such a good orgasm forming.”

He caresses your cheek. “Stop pouting, let me make you cum forreal now, okay?” you still look mad, but you grab onto the hem of his pants, pulling them down in one second; his boner is quite visible already. You pull his dick out, stroking it while he gets a condom out his wallet again (Somehow he’s always ready). You keep stroking him, squeezing his tip with your fingers until he leaks precum everywhere. You stop that to pull his boxers down further, letting him put his condom on. He strokes himself a few more times before positioning himself to penetrate you. He slowly pushes his cock in, making slow movements at first, slowly speeding up to fuck you good. “You’re taking it so well, and you feel so good..” You hum, slowly wrapping your legs around him. “That’s amazing… keep going..” you whine, letting him fuck you til you lose your mind.

He slightly moans at every thrust, managing to get deeper and deeper with every thrust. You feel him so deep inside, hitting your g-spot again with his swollen tip. The sudden zap makes you grab onto his biceps with your hands, digging your nails into his skin while moaning louder. “Mhm…. That’s the spot. Don’t stop please…” He finally listens to your pleads, pounding into your sweet spot over and over as you leave red scratches all over his arms. Your hands move up to his upper back, scratching him like a wild cat. He hisses multiple times at the pain, but he lets you react this way just to see all your reactions to him destroying you once again. You tighten around him as you’re about to cum.

“Hee...please let me cum... plea—oh that feels so good please…” you say as you start crying, small tears running down your cheeks shutting your eyes forcefully. “Who’s crying on my cock now? You love getting fucked like this don’t you slut?” he says while speeding up even more, making you squirt on him on the spot. His words buzz in your ear over and over while you lose your mind completely. Your legs shake on his lower back, getting his dick wet with your squirt. “You’re so messy when you cum.” He groans, getting close to his release too. “Oh fuck you… you know you like it… cum already…. come on.” A few more thrusts in and he pulls out to take his condom off his dick. He gives himself a few more strokes before releasing strings of cum all over your stomach. He holds onto your thigh with his other hand while continuing to stroke himself. You look down to your stomach just to see, biting your lip at the scenery. “That’s a new one… you look damn hot doing it.” He slightly smiles at you. “Figured we’d both get messy.” You both quickly clean up the best you can, trying not to get caught by anyone despite how loud you both were the entire time.

“Is this the good sex you were talking about?” he says in a sly manner. “Obviously, if that even means something to you. If there’s one good thing about you it might just be that dick.” You roll your eyes at him. “Oh my, should I feel honored?” he says sarcastically.

You both get out of there, having no intention of staying after what both just did. He gives you the rest of the evening off and gives you your very awaited raise. He was generous with his numbers, that good time really helped. might despise you, or that’s what you think, but he took that raise seriously and you couldn’t stop smiling at your bank balance.

A few days later, you get a text at work from none other than Heeseung. You never gave him your number, so it was a surprise.

“hey y/n”

“Who is this?”

“the guy you fucked 2 days ago”

“ugh what do u want”

“i’m your boss, don’t text me that way”

“whatever, why are u texting me and where did u get my number”

“yena, i just wanted to give you some extra work today”

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The photo he sent shows his lower body sitting on a chair with his legs slightly manspreading, a thick bulge layering on his dark grey pants while his left hand is gripping the said bulge. Multiple veins are seen branching down from his hand to his arm.

The moment you saw the picture your eyes scattered throughout the pixels in your phone without being able to stop. The photo he took was so damn attractive to you for no specific reason but the way his hand looked, the way you just knew that bulge in his pants was throbbing, begging to get out the tight bottom wear. Still, you decided to be a little cold to him as you always were.

“oh why should i help u? i already got my raise”

“do u want this to be your only one?”

You leave him on seen for a minute or two.

“where r u”

“in my office, tell my bodyguard i called you in here”

“🖕”

You get up, fixing your makeup a little before leaving your office to get to his. After you close the door behind you, you both have a moment of intense eye contact, just to break it off by looking down. “You got here fast. Missed me that much?” you smack your lips. “It’s not like you threatened me or anything.” He laughs softly. “You know you missed me already. Did you touch yourself to the picture I sent, too?” He slowly walks towards you.

“What? No. You’re not all that Heeseung. Your mouth moves too much though.”

“Oh yeah? Then let's see what yours can do.”

He grabs your chin, pulling it up so you can only look into his eyes. There are a few seconds of silence where your heart skips a beat… then in his lowest tone you hear him say...

“Get on your knees.”

He releases the grasp on your chin, letting you lower yourself, finally making eye contact with his bulge. “Aren’t we gonna get caught here?” He shakes his head. “No one can enter without my permission. No one can leave either, like you here.” He smiles. You squeeze your legs together at his words while sliding his pants and boxers off in one move. His hardened cock springs out, bouncing off his navel. You start with small pecks to his red tip, slowly moving down to his entire length. He looks down at you, admiring your sweet moves to bring him pleasure. “You’re adorable like this, did you know?” he chuckles. “Eat a dick.” He slaps your cheek. “Too bad you’re eating mine right now.” You glare up at him before taking his tip in your mouth, stroking him with your hand. You have your other hand resting on his right knee, as you bop your head back and forth little by little. He smiles at you, grabbing your hair into a ponytail just to keep your head in place and to be able to fuck your mouth a bit.

You unwrap your hand from around him cock, letting him completely take control, going at his desired pace. He moans at the feeling, throwing his head back for a second. “Fuck yeah... I see this mouth is better at doing things other than complaining all the time.” His thrusts are making you slightly choke on his dick, getting harder and harder to breathe. You grab onto his thighs, trying to at least make him slow down, but to no avail. It feels too good for him to stop now, your mouth wrapped so tight around his dick; sending him waves of bliss with each thrust. After a good while he pulls away, letting you breathe again. “I fucking hate you.” You say, looking up at him. “Don’t talk to your superior that way, brat.” He grabs the base of his cock, slapping the tip onto your lips multiple times.

You take him in your mouth again, bopping your head up and down faster than before. You try using your tongue against as well, caressing the sensitive spot between his tip and length with the tip of your tongue.

“That feels so good. Don’t pull away.” He whispers. You leave little hums to confirm that you won’t, letting him get closer to his release with those emitted vibrations. After a few more sloppy bops, he moans like hell, grabbing onto the back of your head to push you deeper onto him. “Y/n i’m— gonna cum… hold on…” he moans out, his eyes closed shut. You keep going, wanting him to cum right in your mouth. “Mmm…hmm.” Is all you can let out, before he cums deep in your throat, automatically swallowing all of it. He leaves out a small groan, pulling out your mouth after he’s done. A string of saliva links his tip and your tongue as he pulls away further.

“Good girl. You swallowed all of it.” You give him a little smile, standing up while wiping your mouth. “Might’ve been the best i’ve ever had, come here.” He says, grabbing your waist with his arms. He leans in to give you a genuine kiss, not a lustful one, definitely not. He keeps you in that deep kiss for a while, pulling away only to pull you in again. “Where... is this … coming from?” you chuckle a little, asking between kisses. “I don’t think… I can stand… completely hating… you anymore…” your eyes widen a bit. “Was my mouth that good?” you say jokingly, and he shakes his head. “Not just that, not just sex. You have a crazy charm to you, I don’t know if you can feel it.”

“That’s crazy coming from you Lee Heeseung.”

“I want you in my life Y/n, you can be mad all you want but it doesn’t change things between us.”

“You’ve already been in mine way too long.” You smile.

“Exactly, I want you to be so sick of me, no medicine would be able to treat you.”

“I guess we can make it work… you’re crazy hot, still might need to tape that mouth though.”

“Is that a secret kink?” He laughs.

“Oh, shut up.” You push him slightly. You can’t lie, being his girlfriend now was tempting, no matter how much you tried to hate him, he attracted you more and more without even realising. Every time he was in your presence your subconscious was happy to see him. Your mind played tricks on you, and you hated how much you adored him.

Dating Lee Heeseung, your boss, was one of the best decisions of your life. Turns out he’s sweeter than it seems, he would give his life for you, and you would too. You didn’t need anyone else, only your soulmate and your cat. You ended up moving in together, always cooking dinner together, going on vacations together and just enjoying eachother’s presence. He was such a sweet guy, something you never expected to see from such a man. Yena definitely judged you when she first found out about your new relationship, but quickly came along with the idea. Thing is, Heeseung acted this way with others but he was so sweet with you. He only loved you. His sparkly bambi eyes always stare at you with such admiration when you walk in the room. He can’t stop admiring you all the time.

I guess he wasn’t that bad after all.

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a/n: thank you so much for reading this!! I spent a few days on it and it was definitely experimental. reblogging/liking would be very much appreciated < 3