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greengoblinswifey · 3 days ago

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His Valentine—Hwang In-Ho/Front Man x Fem!Reader

summary— As Valentine’s day approaches, the man who saved you from the Squid Game and your debts once again proves he’d do anything to make you feel adored and cherished.

warnings— mention of dead parents, praise kink, fluff, slight sugar baby undertones, dry humping, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— Man, fuck Valentine’s day🙏🏽

Your life had always been a struggle, one that built up until you found yourself participating in the Squid Game. The debt left by your deceased parents was overwhelming, and with no other options available, you had no choice but to participate in the game that would either kill you or change your life forever.

But then came him. Hwang In-ho, someone who had been watching from behind the scenes, someone you hadn’t known was there, someone who made sure you survived, even when you didn’t know you had an angel watching over you. He saw you. He admired you. And when the final game ended and you were left standing, he didn’t let you walk away alone. He pulled you from that world and offered you a chance at life, a life away from the games, away from the debts that had once nearly swallowed you whole.

He paid for everything, your bills, your rent, the necessities of life that you’d never been able to afford. Everything was taken care of. He made sure you had everything you needed. No more worrying about where the next meal was coming from, no more fearing that the debt collectors would come knocking again. You were safe and free.

But freedom came with a price. He was the front man, the person behind the games, the one who controlled everything. The one who allowed people to die for entertainment. The morality of his life was a complicated thing, but with you, he was gentle. He was kind. He was the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for, always caring for you in ways you didn’t know you deserved.

As Valentine’s Day approached, you knew he would do something grand. He always did. But still, you had never been in a relationship like this before, never had a boyfriend who took care of you in such luxurious ways. You’d never had anyone to spoil you like he did. You’d always been on your own, scraping by, but with him, it was different. So when Valentine’s morning arrived, you hadn’t even realized it. The bed beside you was empty, but you didn’t think much of it. He had work to do, important things. You got ready, figuring it would be like any other day.

Then you walked into the kitchen, and your breath caught in your throat.

There, on the counter, sat an enormous bouquet of roses. You stood frozen, staring at the card in your hands.

Will you be my Valentine?

Your heart raced. You couldn’t believe it. You had never had someone give you something so extravagant, so perfect.

Before you could fully take it all in, you felt a presence behind you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“You really are the sweetest,” you whispered.

In-ho chuckled softly, his breath tickling against your ear. “I’m glad you like it,” he murmured. “I’ve got some business to take care of today, but tonight, I’m all yours.”

You smiled as you kissed him on the cheek, knowing that despite his dangerous responsibilities, he always made you feel safe. He was always there, always thoughtful.

“I can’t wait,” you said softly.

Later, when you went downstairs, a car was waiting for you, and when you got inside, In-ho was there with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said as he opened the door for you.

He’d thought of everything, always one step ahead. The restaurant was chic, upscale, everything you’d never imagined for yourself. When you arrived at the table, there were bags waiting for you, each one filled with extravagant gifts. Designer jewelry, Birkins you’d only dreamed of, expensive shoes you would have never been able to afford and yet another bouquet of roses that made you feel like you were the center of the universe. It was all so over the top, but it wasn’t the gifts that made it special, it was the way he looked at you, the way he made you feel.

He complimented you all night, making you laugh, telling you how much you meant to him. He made sure to remind you that you were more than just someone he took care of, you were someone he truly cherished. The night was perfect in a way you never thought possible. You were with him, the man who saved you, the man who had given you everything you could ever need.

By the time you got home, you were exhausted, but your heart was full. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as you both lay on the couch, the soft sound of your breathing mingling in the quiet room.

“I told you,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Tonight, I’m all yours.”

And as you rested in his arms, you felt for the first time in your life, you had something that was perfect.

Now, seated on his lap in the bedroom with rose petals and candles around you, you traced your fingers over his jaw, pressing gentle kisses along his cheek, his temple, down to his neck. “Thank you,” you whispered. “For everything, In-ho.”

His hands rested firmly on your waist, holding you close. “You don’t have to thank me, love,” he murmured, brushing a hand down to your ass, squeezing gently. “You deserve this. All of it.”

“Still, I want to,” you whispered, lips inches away from his.

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly as you shifted in his lap. He let out a soft moan when you began moving on his hard, clothed cock, his hand smoothing down your back. “My pretty girl,” he murmured. “Always so ready for me.”

Your forehead was pressed against his, breath mingling as his hands traced comforting circles against your hips. You moved back and forth, pressing your pussy on his bulge, the friction against your clit sending pleasure jolting through you. “I love you,” you murmured, fingers going into his dark hair as you gripped to steady yourself.

His lips met yours in a slow, lingering kiss, fingers going to your ass as he guided you to grind. “I love you too,” he whispered, tilting his head to deepen it, savoring you. “More than you know.”

You couldn’t respond, your pussy was already quivering as his large hands cupped your ass, squeezing and coaxing you to grind faster. Small whimpers escaped your lips and you gripped his shoulder, throwing your head back.

“That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it love?” he said, gaze locked with yours.

“Wanna c-cum,” you moaned, grinding your hips even faster now.

“Do it sweetheart, cum for me. You’ve been such a good girl, my good girl.” His words sent you over the edge and your entire body convulsed, your release washing over you like a tidal wave.

He didn’t give you a moment to catch you breath, instead, he lifted you from his lap and placed you on the bed. He left small kisses on your inner thigh, sending shivers through you.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. His hands smoothed over your thighs, slowly taking off your panties then running his hands over you again, savoring every inch of you like you were something precious—because to him, you were.

“In-ho,” you moaned, his name leaving your lips in a breathless sigh, and he responded with a quiet hum, pressing a lingering kiss to your clit before glancing up at you.

“My perfect girl,” he murmured. “You deserve to be worshiped.”

Your fingers ran through his dark hair as he took his time, his tongue moving with a patience that had your heart pounding. Every touch of his hands, every press of his lips against your pussy sent warmth rushing through you. You never knew a man eating your pussy could be so intimate.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured between sucking, his hands gripping your hips gently. “All mine.”

Your back arched slightly, a whimper slipping past your lips as his tongue lapped at your juices faster. Your head tilted back, overwhelmed by the way he made you feel, your legs now shaking.

He looked up at you, dark eyes filled with something deeper than lust, affection and love. “I fucking love you,” he murmured into your pussy.

Your breath caught as your grip in his hair tightened slightly. “I love you too, fuck,” you whimpered, feeling yourself completely unravel under his touch.

He didn’t stop ravishing you until you were trembling beneath him with your pussy juices squirted all over his mouth and his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

After he was finished, lips and chin glistening, he hovered above you, his eyes lust blown. “Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and husky.

You wrapped your arms around him, heart thundering from how much you needed him. “Please, In-ho,” you breathed, eyes equally as lust blown as him.

He slipped off his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. You never got tired of seeing it. The tip was leaking with pre cum and he rubbed it along your folds.

“No teasing,” you whined, “I need your cock so bad.”

He smirked, lining the heavy tip with your leaking entrance. Your foreheads pressed together, jaws falling agape as his cock slowly inched inside you. He stretched your walls, your pussy making way for his sheer size.

“Fucking hell, you feel like Heaven, love,” he groaned.

He gave you a minute to adjust before slamming into you with every inch. Your nails immediately went to his back leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he thrusted into you steadily. Each time he went in, you could feel him in your cervix and you clenched around him tightly. Only he could make you feel so loved and cherished whenever he had you at his mercy.

“You’re so pretty under me like this,” he praised, eyes going from his cock moving inside you to your face.

You reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit, pleasure surging through your body and making you arch into him.

“Aww, feels good doesn’t it? Take this cock, sweetheart, take this cock and rub your clit.”

You spread your legs even wider and captured his lips into a desperate kiss.

“God, I’m gonna cum,” you said, breath strangled and tipping your head back.

His hand snaking around your throat snapped you back to reality. “Eyes on me, keep rubbing that clit and cum on this dick.”

The dominance he had always did it for you. Your fingers went to your bundle of nerves, rubbing at the same fast pace he was pounding into you. His hand around your throat tightened and he took your breath away in a deep kiss, as you felt an intense orgasm take ahold of you. Your legs shook, and you cried out but he still continued pounding into you, your pussy squirting on his cock, soaking him and the sheets below.

“Holy shit. My good girl. My perfect angel,” he muttered. “It’s my turn to cum now and I’m doing it inside you.”

You wrapped your legs around him and with a few more deep strokes, he emptied his load inside your pussy with a deep guttural moan. You trembled in his arms, holding on to him to ground yourself.

As you both came down from cloud nine, In-ho pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers gently brushing over your cheek. His dark eyes, still clouded with adoration, softened as he cupped your face.

“You took me so well,” he murmured. “So good for me. My sweet girl, my beautiful girl.”

His hands never left you as he helped you sit up. You barely registered when he scooped you into his arms, carrying you through the dimly lit hall.

The moment he stepped into the bathroom, your eyes lit up. A warm bath was already drawn, the water laced with the soft pink color of your favorite strawberry bath bomb. Candles flickered along the edge of the tub, their golden glow reflecting off rose petals floating on the surface.

“You planned all this?” you whispered, turning to him in awe.

“Of course I did. You deserve it.”

Gently, he lowered you into the warm water, his strong hands supporting you before he slipped in behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest, his lips finding your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” he murmured.

You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night.

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covenofagatha · 1 day ago

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Practice makes perfect (Part 2)

Tell me it's all wrong 'til it gets to me

Some inspo from this brainworm

Word count: 4k

Warnings: g!p reader, Agatha is even meaner, degradation kink, humiliation kink, titjob, oral, reader once again is a walking HR violation, slight praise kink, one spank, fingering, sex, think this is it?

“Everyone have a good night?” Rio asks the next morning during breakfast.

You’re spooning vanilla yogurt into a bowl and trying not to think about how much it reminds you of your cum dripping out of Agatha’s pussy. “I had a great night,” you answer, feeling everyone’s eyes turn to you, especially Agatha, who’s standing right next to you. “Um, yeah, Agatha and I actually had sex.”

Rio snorts, as do a few other people in the room. You’ve gotten so used to no one taking you seriously that you like to play around and see what you can get away with. Whether it’s a truth or a lie, they don’t care because you blur the lines so often.

If only they knew how true that was, though.

“So classy,” Rio says and you can almost hear her roll her eyes before she leaves the buffet to go find a table.

“Oh, don’t worry!” you call after her. “Agatha really liked it. It was all her idea.” Rio doesn’t even look back. If you weren’t the boss’s daughter, you’re sure you would’ve been fired at least four dozen times from just this summer.

Agatha remains unfazed as she snatches the yogurt spoon from your hand. “You fucking wish. Never in a million years,” she retorts calmly and you giggle.

She spends the rest of the day seemingly trying to get you back for that stunt: she salaciously licks yogurt off the spoon. She wears a shirt that dips a little too low and shows off the edge of her red bra. She looks up at you through her perfect eyelashes when you ask her if you can sit next to her at the table and she laughs cruelly after she says no.

Or she’s doing everything she usually does and you’re just reading into it because you’re obsessed with her.

But when you find her in the pool alone after breakfast, wearing a two piece black bikini, it’s hard to believe that she’s not at least teasing you a little. You stand on the edge absolutely agape, your cock making an obvious tent in your pants. She smirks and gets out and walks over to you.

Water droplets cascade down the smooth expanse of her pale stomach and your mouth runs dry. You can see her nipples through her wet top and heat flashes through your body. Your head starts to spin.

You whisper her name before she flicks water on your shirt and reaches down to pat your cock roughly. Your hips jolt forward and a muffled groan leaves your mouth and she snickers.

“I’m surprised that didn’t make you cum,” she says but her tone makes it clear that she's still holding out hope you’ll embarrass yourself again.

“Built up my stamina these past few nights,” you retort.

She scoffs. “Yeah, you really showed me yesterday. How long did you last? Not even a second?”

“Okay, maybe the first time, but can you blame me after how worked up I was? And I lasted longer the second time,” you protest and she mockingly pouts.

“Aw, poor you,” she tuts and you hate how it goes right to your cock. Her gaze drops down again to watch you strain more against your pants and there’s a devilish glint in her eyes when she looks back up. “I was right, you know. I knew you wouldn’t be able to last, I knew you were too fucking incompetent. You’re more pathetic than a common whore.”

You whimper and clutch onto her arm with tight fingers because it’s the only way you can resist touching herself.

She regards you pawing at her with the utmost disgust. “You’re so fucking dirty,” she snarls and heat swirls around your head and your knees almost buckle. Your cock is pulsing, growing, swelling—she’s going to get exactly what she wants. She knows it too.

“Fuck, Agatha, please—” Your whines are pitiful and desperate and you look at her with the best puppy-dog eyes you can muster.

Her voice lowers even more. “God, look at you. What a fucking embarrassment.”

Your stomach muscles tighten.

“What would your dad think if he saw you like this?”

You hump nothing and hiss at the feeling of the rough fabric against your erection and her smile is wicked.

“What would any of them think if they saw you drooling over a woman twice your age? If they saw you harder than a teenager just because I told you how pathetic you are? You’re nothing more than a bitch in heat, are you?”

Agatha cups your cheek with a gentleness that stands in stark contrast to her words and you buck your hips again. The sounds falling from your mouth are weak and pleading and you think she’s about to finish you off.

“You know,” she muses, tone now sweet as honey, “I better go get changed before we have to do whatever your dad has on the schedule for today. But you…you look a little hot right now. I think you need to cool off.”

Before you can ask what she means—or ask for her to touch you—she grabs your arms, whirls you around, and gently shoves you.

It feels like you’re falling backwards in slow motion and you feel your jaw drop as you watch her smile.

You hit the water and you instantly recoil, the cold doing wonders to sober you up. Your erection has practically disappeared by the time you break the surface, gasping for air.

“What the fuck?” you splutter and she tosses her head back with a laugh.

Agatha finally shrugs when she stops cackling and you wade to the stairs, teeth chattering. Your clothes are clinging to your shivering body but she just watches in amusement.

“Wanda!” you shout and your personal assistant comes running out from the house. Her green eyes widen when she sees you in the pool. “Can you get me a towel?”

Agatha rolls her eyes as Wanda nods quickly. “Of course. Anything else?”

You shake your head and she speeds off.

“You don’t need her to tie your shoes?” Agatha quips and you grumble at her to shut up. Your family is rich—of course you’re used to the teasing about having assistants. Even as an intern at the company, you’ve delegated far too much of your work to Wanda and she always does it with no complaints. You’re betting the six figure salary your father pays her keeps her content.

Wanda comes back with a towel and you snatch it from her when you finally get out of the pool. Agatha walks away without giving you another glance and you can’t help but feel rejected.

She barely even looks at you the rest of the morning and then your dad calls his executive staff into a meeting for the whole afternoon so you lay on your bed, bored out of your mind. It’s the last day of the vacation and of course he wants to spend it getting ready for the next quarter.

It’s tempting to jack off or to use the flashlight that’s sitting in your nightstand drawer, and you do try, but neither your hand nor the toy even comes close to how Agatha’s cunt feels so you give up with a huff.

That night, you go to her room in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. You’re not willing to take the chance that she’ll come to yours because you don’t actually know what’s going on between you. She is so fucking confusing.

You flirt with her, she always shoots you down, and then she makes you fuck a fleshlight before she takes your virginity? The point of it was to prove that you wouldn’t last inside her, and she was technically correct. So does that mean this is all over?

Not if you have anything to say about it. And there was her stunt by the pool earlier, so clearly she’s not done yet either.

Knocking rhythmically and quietly on her door, you keep your eyes peeled down the hallway just to make sure no one sees. You joking about having sex with general counsel might be fine because no one believes you, but it would be much harder to cover this up.

Agatha opens it a few moments later in a matching purple pajama set and lets out an exasperated sigh. Her glasses are pushed up on her forehead and you can see her laptop on her bed.

You slip past her into the room without waiting for her approval and make a beeline for the scotch, pouring yourself two fingers of it.

“Come back for more humiliation?” she taunts and you feel your stomach twist. “Think you’re a big girl because you managed to stick your cock into one person one time?”

“You know,” you say, draining a glass without even wincing at the burn of the alcohol and turning around to point at her, “that was all your idea. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want me just as much as I want you.”

Agatha raises an eyebrow and her gaze drops to the tent in your boxers. “I don’t think that’s possible,” she retorts dryly.

You put the glass down and start to advance as she stands her ground firmly. “You didn’t have to fuck me. You didn’t even have to come to my room the first night. But you did. And I know how affected you were last night, you were fucking enjoying yourself.”

She laughs cynically and rolls her eyes. “Please, honey, I’ve had better sex with my vibrator.” Ignoring the way that causes more blood to rush south—because now you’re thinking about her moaning loudly while falling apart holding a toy against her clit—you smirk.

“Then why did you fuck me?”

Her face twitches and she jerks her head to the side. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

You’d ask again if there was anything on your mind other than your throbbing cock and her hot cunt so you tear off your shirt, shove off your boxers, and jump on top of the covers. Your cock is standing straight up, oozing precum onto your stomach and twitching against nothing.

“God, you’re fucking pathetic,” Agatha hisses and you hump the air, a strangled whimper leaving your mouth. “All it takes is a few words and you’re leaking for me.”

She unbuttons her blouse again and you don’t think you’ll ever get bored of the sight of her tits, perky and supple and rose-colored nipples that you need in your mouth. She slides down her shorts and your breathing quickens, feeling heat flush through your neck and upper chest.

“Agatha, please,” you whine. Agatha scoffs and climbs on the bed next to you on her knees and slips a hand between her legs. You stare, open-mouthed, panting, as she works at her clit. “Wait…can I?”

Her hips jolt and you think you can hear her groan through her clamped lips. “You want to—what? Fumble around incompetently? Think you can even find my clit?”

You nod urgently while your cock pulses and another spurt of precum dribbles out. “I want to, please,” you gasp, “I want to taste you.”

“Fine. Try not to cum immediately again,” she snaps without any of her usual bite and moves so she’s laying next to you, her legs spread open.

Situating yourself, you feel the air get kicked out of you when you get your first good look at her pussy.

Agatha is fucking soaked. Her cunt glistens, lips swollen and pink and almost fused together, and you can see her clit peeking out at the top. Your mouth is watering and your cock gets harder if possible. You can’t resist lowering your hips to the bed so you can get some pressure on it.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe in awe. “You’re so wet.”

“Are you actually going to do anything or just stare?” she says, tone laced with venom. “Maybe you should call your assistant, I know she does everything else for you cause you’re too incompetent.”

You whimper and grind onto the bed, cock throbbing, shaking your head with wide eyes. You can do this.

She purses her lips. “That’s too bad. She could probably actually get me to cum.”

Heat tears through you and you surge forward with a vengeance, licking roughly up her cunt and she hisses before roughly grabbing your hair.

“Slow down,” she barks and you mumble an apology before flattening your tongue and gently dragging it through her folds. “Better.”

You say something that’s muffled by her pussy and you hump the bed faster because she squeaks when you rub your tongue against her clit.

She swears under her breath and you can’t even focus anymore because of the dizziness in your head and the aching in your cock. The taste of her has overwhelmed your mouth and your nose and you’re sloppily devouring her while she tries and fails to stop her hips from rolling.

“I can’t—fuck—Agatha, I’m gonna—” You can feel your stomach tightening, can feel your cock pulsing, and you know you’re about to cum from grinding on the bed and eating her out.

Instead of mocking you, she growls and yanks you up by the hair until you’re practically straddling her stomach. Tendrils of precum pool on her skin and you swallow roughly.

“Since you’re going to be fucking useless until you get off,” she sighs and grips your hips to pull you up even higher. Your cock drags against her, leaving a sticky trail in your wake and you have to put a hand out on the headboard to catch yourself when you realize what she’s doing.

Your cock rests between her tits and she lifts her head up to spit on you and your hips jerk forward. The mess of her saliva and your precum is driving you absolutely crazy and you begin rutting against her.

Her fingers dig into your ass and help you move and your cock fits perfectly in the crook between her boobs. You hold onto the headboard, panting while you look down at her, and there’s a heat in her eyes that you only see at work—when she gets exactly what she wants.

“God, you’re pathetic,” she says without any of her usual malice. The pink from her cheeks has spread down her chin and to her upper chest that your cock is dragging against. “Can’t do anything for yourself so you need me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you choke out, your thrusts becoming shorter. The stickiness is making you throb and your grunts get louder.

Agatha spanks you and you shudder, your cock pumping out a spurt of precum, and then she lets go of your ass to push her breasts together so her soft, supple tits are wrapped around your hard cock and you sharply inhale.

But then she leans down and flicks her tongue out against the tip of your cock and you can’t hold it back anymore.

“Oh, fuck, fuck—I can’t—fuck,” you babble before your cock explodes, drenching the bottom of her face and the top of her chest in white. She lets out a gasp at the feeling of your seed on her skin and the sight of her covered in you makes one last strand of cum squirt out.

You slouch back while your cock twitches and Agatha drags two fingers through the mess on her clavicle before stuffing them in your mouth. She looks delighted when you make a surprised sound before grabbing your hair and pulling you down and making you clean up your cum.

“Good girl,” she purrs when you’re all done and then nudges you back down between her legs. The praise makes your stomach grow warm—apparently you like that just as much as the degradation. “Think you can focus now?”

Nodding eagerly, you look at her pussy and your mouth falls open. She’s dripping onto the bed, folds spread open, and you can see her throbbing.

This time, there’s no hesitation in putting your mouth on her and you moan lasciviously at her taste. Your eyes dart up to watch her face as you dip your tongue inside her and curl it and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.

But then you lick back up and suck on her clit and she can’t help the audible groan that escapes her. The sound makes your cock pulse and you can already feel yourself starting to grow hard again.

“Keep doing that,” she orders and you double your efforts, lashing your tongue against her clit and then sucking and her head falls back. “Two fingers inside me, now.”

Her walls instantly bear down around you and you whimper, the vibrations making her hips roll. She is so warm and so hot and you never want to leave her cunt.

“Fuck me harder, god, you’re useless,” she hisses but it quickly turns into another moan when you thrust in deeply and curl them until you find the spot that makes her clench. Your slurping noises, along with her sounds of pleasure, are going straight to your cock and you start to grind against the bed gently for some stimulation.

“You like this,” you say into her cunt and she violently shakes her head while beginning to ride your face and fingers. Her walls are gripping you, trying to drag you in as deep as you can go, and you can feel every ridge and groove when you fuck her. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want me.”

She yanks on your hair and you moan. “Stop fucking talking,” she seethes and you chuckle, the vibrations reverbrating against her pussy and making her whimper. You think she might actually be getting somewhere. “Good thing I brought my vibrator because I’m going to be needing it after you—fuck—”

You suck on her clit roughly and her voice breaks off. She’s grinding harder on you, drenching your face and fingers, and she’s fucking panting. So are you, right against her pussy and your stomach flexes to keep your steady rhythm of humping the bed going strong. Your jaw and wrist are burning but from the way she’s clenching furiously around your fingers, she’s getting close.

And you know that if you stop right now, Agatha would never let it go.

So you keep doing exactly what you’re doing and her hips start to falter and her breathing gets heavier.

“God, you’re such a slut, whoring yourself out to a woman twice your age,” she groans. “You’re so pathetic, fuck—”

Her hands scramble and tug on your hair and you’re about to make a snarky comment on how she’s just so desperate for your cum when she grabs onto your hard and leaking cock and angles it at her entrance.

You barely have time to breathe before her legs hook around your waist. “Don’t you dare cum,” she warns and you huff out a laugh before pushing into her wet cunt.

Agatha’s walls grip your cock and you freeze, your head dropping down to rest on her tits and you pant open-mouthed against her skin before sucking on her nipple. Her hips arch up to get you deeper inside and you let out a lewd moan. She feels so good and you can feel her throb around you.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, your cock twitching. It’s such a different angle from her being on top of you and you love it. You start to move slowly, just to hold off your impending orgasm.

You can see everything—the way her tits bounce with each thrust, the way her hair is sprawled out underneath her, the slight sheen of sweat on her chest, the bulge your cock makes in her stomach.

“Agatha, Agatha, fuck, please, I’m gonna—fuck, please, I can’t,” you cry, your cock pulsing rapidly inside her. She clenches around you with each thrust and she bites her bottom lip roughly to control her sounds.

“Wait, just wait, don’t cum yet,” she groans, strangled and needy, and you know you’re about to cum but you’re desperate to make her cum before you do.

So you reach between your bodies and find her clit and furiously start to rub at it and she moans. “Tell me,” you order, “tell me that I’m making you feel good.”

She laughs breathlessly. “You think because you’re on top, you’re in charge? Honey, you can’t do anything without me. You’re so pathetic that you only get this hard for me, right? Tell me that.” Her words are getting tighter and you duck back down to swirl your tongue around her nipple.

“Just you, Agatha,” you murmur and she shivers from your hot breath. Tension is building in your cock and your stomach and your back and you thrust harder because you need her to cum. “I only want you, fuck, it’s always been you.”

And then she keens, eyes rolling back in her head, and her cunt spasms around you. You feel a gush of wetness and you groan weakly before pumping her full of thick, hot cum. She gasps when she feels your seed paint her walls white and you collapse on top of her while your cock spurts out a few more loads into her.

“You finally did one thing right,” she quips after a few moments and you laugh before nipping at the curvature of her breasts.

“That’s the best performance review I’ve ever gotten,” you say, and once you’re fully soft, you pull out of her and sit up on your knees to spread her folds open.

Your cum oozes out and your cock twitches at the sight and she gasps and squirms. She reaches down and swipes through the mess leaking out of her and then shoves her fingers into your mouth.

The taste of both of you makes you whimper and she swallows roughly. You move back down of your own accord and slowly drag your tongue through her folds, getting your mixture all over your mouth. You steadily clean your cum out of her while holding eye contact and her struggle to remain composed would make you hard again if you hadn’t already cum twice in the span of about fifteen minutes.

You make sure to lick her clit a few times and she writhes underneath you, stifling her sighs. Her cunt is a mess by the time you’re done, swollen and pink and still wet and she tugs you away because the stimulation has finally gotten to be too much.

Flopping onto the bed next to her, you lick your lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss Agatha. You turn to look at her to find her eyes already on you.

“What happens tomorrow?” you whisper and her gaze flickers down to your mouth. “When we go back.”

Agatha sighs and gets out of bed, finding her pajamas on the floor and putting them back on. “We never speak of this again. And that means no more little jokes.”

It stings but you smirk to deflect. “Afraid someone will think the great Agatha Harkness deigned to fuck the boss’s daughter? That’s like, reverse sleeping up the corporate ladder. They’d probably applaud your charity. Or—you know what? I bet they’d be jealous. Everyone wants a piece of me, you know. Too bad general counsel already tamed this tiger.” You bite at her playfully and she snorts before fixing you with a serious stare.

“This never happened,” she says solemnly and you nod. But before you can ask if you should leave, she lays back down next to you and her hand brushes against yours. You stiffen, but don’t pull away and her touch lingers.

You lay so still, trying to breathe as quietly as you possibly can, so maybe she’ll let you stay.

Her hand doesn’t move from yours the entire night.

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goldfades · 21 hours ago

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idk if sb alr requested this but hayes being an absolute mamas boy

does not let his dada touch mama at all

here's one more for yall!

Maisie’s house was bustling—full of laughter, chatter, and the occasional sound of a football game playing in the background. Everyone was enjoying themselves, catching up, snacking on appetizers.

Everyone except Hayes.

Hayes was plastered to your side, tiny arms wrapped around your neck like a little koala. He had no interest in the conversation, in his cousins, in anything except keeping full body contact with you at all times.

And the second anyone tried to talk to you?

Oh, Hayes had a problem with that.

"Y/N, oh my god, you have to try this dip—" Maisie started, only to be immediately interrupted.

"No!" Hayes huffed, tucking his face into your shoulder like he was shielding you from her.

Maisie blinked. "Excuse me?"

You sighed, rubbing Hayes’ back. "Baby, Aunt Maisie’s just talking to Mommy."

Hayes lifted his head, giving Maisie a hard stare before turning back to you with wide, innocent eyes. "Mama."

Maisie snorted. "Oh, okay. I see how it is."

Joe was already grinning from his spot on the couch, shaking his head as he took in the scene.

Then Jamie walked in. "Hey, Y/N, can you pass me that—"

"NO!"

Jamie froze, looking between you and your tiny, overly possessive child.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, confused.

"Hayes," Joe called out from across the room, barely holding back his amusement. "You do know Mommy is allowed to talk to other people, right?"

Hayes frowned at him before turning back to you, his little hands gripping your shirt tighter like you were about to be ripped away from him.

"Ma-ma," he whined, clearly done with all these distractions.

You sighed, kissing the top of his head. "I’m not going anywhere, baby."

That seemed to satisfy him—until Dan’s wife, Lily, sat beside you and smiled.

"Y/N, have you seen that show on Netflix? I was just—"

"No!"

Joe burst out laughing as Hayes physically turned your face away from Lily’s direction, effectively cutting off the conversation.

Lily raised a brow. "Are you serious?"

Joe wiped at his eyes. "He’s so serious right now."

Maisie shook her head, grinning. "God, I hope this never ends. This is the best entertainment I’ve had in weeks."

But you were starting to get a little worried.

You tilted your head down at your son, who was nestled so firmly into you, it was like he was fused to your skin.

"Baby," you murmured gently. "Why don’t you go play with your cousins?"

Hayes shook his head violently, gripping you tighter. "No. Mama."

Joe, who had made his way over, crouched in front of you two. "Okay, buddy, I think it’s time to share."

Hayes glared at him.

Joe chuckled. "Okay, damn."

"You are in so much trouble," Maisie teased. "The minute she tries to leave for a girls' night? Disaster."

Lily nodded. "The first day of preschool? Catastrophe."

Jamie smirked. "Oh, and when he finds out you guys go on date nights without him?"

Joe winced. "Alright, enough."

But you were already imagining it, the meltdowns, the clinginess, the tantrums.

Still, as you rubbed slow circles into Hayes’ back, listening to his little content sighs, you couldn’t help but smile.

"Guess I’ve got another man in my life, huh?" you teased, glancing at Joe.

Joe groaned, shaking his head. "I don’t stand a chance."

And from the way Hayes smirked smugly into your neck, you knew Joe was right.

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axetivev · 3 days ago

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🪽 First timer!

~ Summary : You and Dick have been dating for a while, and your friends often teased you for still being a virgin. And in courage you to have sex with your boyfriend.

~ Warnings : SMUT! Minors DNI!, Rough sex, Nipple play, Reader is a virgin, Dick wears his suit when having sex, Bottom!Reader, Top!Dick.

~ Words : 758

~ A/N : A second fic for you guys, don't mind me spoiling you, I hope everyone who reads this fic enjoyed it as much as I enjoy making this Valentine's special. Happy Valentine's, everyone!

~ Pairing : Dick Grayson x Male Reader

Click here for the Jason Valentine's!

Dick Grayson, who doesn’t know him? Everyone knew him! He’s the sunshine. An absolute gentleman around people. Especially around his boyfriend, this being you. You swore everyone was looking at you when Dick was asked about relationships.

It’s not a bad thing, but it could be annoying at most. Who wouldn’t get pissed if when you mind your own business then a friend of your boyfriend suddenly asked you how he was in bed because of his name? You two never have such intimacy before. You are sure Dick isn’t a virgin, but you are. Tired with the teasing. You took matters to your own hands.

You were waiting inside of your apartment, cooking Dick’s favorite meal with nothing but an apron suggested by your friends to get some steps ahead. When the window of your apartment was knocked, from the outside. Nighwing stood tall, without thinking you opened the window letting him in. Appearance, the Vigilante looked fine, no wounds nor anything need of heavy concerns. However…

Dick’s breathing was heavy, expression darkened seeing you. You simply thought his patrol was rough, and trying to ask to have sex with Dick would maybe be a bad idea. You simply smiled at your boyfriend, holding his suited hand.

“I’m cooking your favorite, you can sit while waiting.” You said before letting go of Dick’s hand, turning back to the stove.

There it was.

Your completely bare back, ass exposed, the back of your body exposing it’s glory, and the most vulnerable part—your neck all clean. Dick flinched his fist, trying to held back his self-control. This silence isn’t what Dick usually is, you turned your head, meeting those blue eyes which darkened with lust. When yours filled with worry.

“Dick..?” You called him, and something inside Dick snapped.

You were on the standing close to the stove, cutting some vegetables Dick towered you from behind. Quickly turning off the stove, he admired your ass—touching the flesh so lovingly and firm at the same time before giving it a firm squeeze, making you yelped.

“Bend down.” Dick’s voice filled by command, making your cock twitched and immediately bending down.

Your sight was mouth watering, for the Vigilante, while his hands swiftly untied your apron. Dick admire your form, having such of a beautiful body that have been hidden from his grasp, you heard a sweet—chuckle from him, turning your head back. You saw Dick smirking.

“D’wa… you really are prepared, aren’t you babe?” He said as you felt two fingers inserted into your hole, making you whimper. Arching your back to feel more, your only response was a nod which made Dick’s smirk widened.

Your eyes just never left Dick, his tight suit framing every muscle of his body, every muscle was visible—especially Dick’s bulge under his suit, he didn’t even give a second thought to undo his lower part of his suit as his cock freed, hitting your buttocks. Spitting his cock for a lube before grabbing your waist.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Dick asked. “Y–yeah…” You replied with a quiet tone, quieter then you expect.

With a single swift, Dick’s dick was in, you felt your legs trembling like jelly feeling Dick inside of you. He make sures that you were fine for him to move, but before he could, you thrusted your hips back, fucking yourself with Dick’s cock like a needy slut. Dick just chuckled, bending down while his hands moved to your nipple, teasing them, pinching them. You know it, with every pinch your thrust yourself faster. Learning quickly then you expect. You watch 1-2 videos worth of porn, you thought you’d be bad at it. But you were better then you thought, able to make Dick moan with lust made your cheek flushed.

“Going great, babe…” Dick murmured against your ear before nibbling the flesh, before his lips trailed to your nape, leaving hot kisses and marks. You felt your cock twitched.

“D–Dick… I’m—im gonna—!” “Cum for me, M/N.” His voice was raw, you stopped your movements, only for Dick thrusting.

Fast and rough.

Your eyes rolled back, letting out a loud—vocal moan, your cock spits out cum, an amount you didn’t even saw by how much pleasure you were in as Dick reached his climax as well. Painting your hole with his cum, nearly making you felt full while his head rested on your shoulder, both panting heavily.

“So… are we gonna have dinner or continue? I’m hungry but not for food…”

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x male reader #male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #dcu #dcu x reader #smut

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saebyeokbliss · 2 days ago

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you should write about like, saebyeok being all stiff and awkward when she meets the in laws 😭😭 poor baby would be breaking out in a cold sweat on the drive to their house lolol, and then reader tries to comfort her saying things like "dont worry baby their gonna love you"

LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO

pairing: loser!kang sae-byeok x fem!wealthy!reader synopsis: after reluctantly agreeing to have dinner with your prestigious, business-owning parents on valentine’s day, sae-byeok finds herself spiraling into a pit of nerves. despite your reassurances that everything will be fine, she spends the entire car ride coming up with increasingly ridiculous excuses to turn back. but when she finally meets your parents—expecting judgment, skepticism, and disapproval—she’s instead met with something unfamiliar: acceptance. maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t have to fight this battle alone. warnings: mild anxiety, social class differences, sae-byeok being emotionally guarded, mentions of past struggles, nervous girlfriend behavior, fluff with a touch of angst, supportive but slightly intimidating parents, awkward dinner moments, eventual acceptance and soft feelings.

a/n: happy valentine's day!! hope your day went well! im so late but hope you enjoy this little fic loves <33

The soft hum of the heater filled the quiet apartment, the warmth of it wrapping around you like a blanket as you lounged on the couch, Sae-byeok's legs draped over your lap. It was a rare moment of peace—one where neither of you had anywhere to be, no obligations pulling you apart. The city outside was alive as ever, but in your little shared space, it was just the two of you.

Sae-byeok was half-focused on a random movie playing on the TV, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your thigh. She wasn’t one for excessive displays of affection, but after months of being together, you had learned her love was in the little things: the way she always made sure your phone was charged, how she let you steal her hoodies without complaint, how she held your hand under the dinner table when she thought no one was looking.

You had met her in the most unexpected way. Your worlds couldn’t have been more different—your parents, prestigious business owners, had always imagined you settling down with someone from their carefully curated social circles. Someone with an impressive degree, a spotless reputation, and a future that aligned with their expectations.

Sae-byeok was none of that.

You had met her at a small café on a rainy evening, your usual order messed up beyond recognition. You had been about to complain when Sae-byeok, who had been standing behind you, raised a single eyebrow and muttered, “If you don’t want it, I’ll take it.”

Something about her intrigued you instantly—the sharpness in her eyes, the guarded way she carried herself. One sarcastic remark led to another, and somehow, you had ended up sitting across from her, talking for hours. One coffee meet-up turned to two, then three, until it became something neither of you could deny.

Dating her hadn’t been easy. Sae-byeok had walls built sky-high, trust not coming easily to her. But you had been patient, and slowly, she had let you in. And now, here you were, tangled together on the couch, her presence as familiar to you as breathing.

Then your phone rang.

You groaned, recognizing the contact immediately: Mom.

Sae-byeok glanced at you out of the corner of her eye. “You gonna answer that?”

You sighed but pressed accept anyway, putting the phone on speaker. “Hey, Mom.”

“Sweetheart! How are you?” Your mother’s voice was warm but laced with the usual undertone of expectation.

“I’m good. Just relaxing.”

“Good, good. Your father and I were just talking, and—well, Valentine’s Day is coming up.”

You felt Sae-byeok stiffen slightly beside you.

“Uh-huh?”

“We thought it would be nice to have you over for dinner! You and that lovely girlfriend of yours.”

Your stomach twisted slightly. Your parents knew about Sae-byeok, of course. You hadn’t hidden your relationship, but they had never met her in person. You had no idea how they would react to her—not just as your girlfriend, but as someone who came from a world so vastly different from theirs.

Sae-byeok was staring at the TV now, pretending not to listen—but you could see the way her fingers had stopped moving on your thigh.

“I—uh, yeah. That sounds nice,” you said hesitantly.

“Wonderful! We’ll expect you both at seven. Oh, and tell Sae-byeok not to be shy! We’re excited to finally meet her.”

You forced a small laugh. “I’ll let her know.”

After a few more pleasantries, your mother hung up. The room was silent for a beat.

Then you turned to Sae-byeok, who was still staring at the TV with the look of someone who had just been handed a death sentence.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

She blinked. “You just agreed to throw me to the wolves.”

You laughed, nudging her. “They’re not wolves.”

“They’re rich, important people who probably think I’m some kind of street rat.”

You frowned. “Hey, don’t say that. They’re going to love you.”

Sae-byeok scoffed but didn’t pull away when you reached for her hand. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” you insisted. “Because I love you.”

Her eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to argue. But then she sighed, squeezing your hand once before looking away.

“This is going to be a disaster,” she muttered.

You grinned. “We’ll see.”

The car ride to your parents’ house was… tense.

Sae-byeok sat in the driver’s seat, her hands gripping the wheel so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. She wasn’t saying much, but you could practically feel the nervous energy radiating off her.

She was trying to play it cool, of course—shoulders squared, expression blank, acting like this was no big deal. But you knew her too well. The way she kept adjusting the rearview mirror despite already having it perfectly positioned, the way she cleared her throat every few minutes, the way her foot hovered just a little too long over the brake pedal at every red light—yeah, she was freaking out.

You bit back a smile as she let out a slow exhale, eyes locked on the road ahead.

“You okay over there?” you asked, voice light.

“Fine,” she replied immediately. Too fast.

You hummed, amused. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” Again, too quick.

A pause. Then:

“…Maybe we should turn around.”

You snorted. “Sae—”

“I just remembered something,” she continued, completely deadpan. “I left the stove on.”

You raised an eyebrow. “We didn’t use the stove today.”

“Maybe I did. You don’t know.”

You laughed, reaching over to squeeze her thigh. “Nice try.”

She sighed dramatically, drumming her fingers on the wheel as she approached another red light. “Okay. What if… I got really, really sick right now?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not sick.”

“I could be.”

“You’re fine.”

She exhaled sharply through her nose. “Okay, well. What if the car just—broke down? Right here. Right now.”

You glanced at the dashboard. “Battery’s fine. No lights are on.”

She clicked her tongue. “Damn.”

“Sae.”

“What?”

You smiled at her. “You’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” she shot back, but the way she was gripping the wheel told another story.

You reached over and gently pried one of her hands off the wheel, lacing your fingers together. “It’s okay if you are,” you murmured.

She didn’t respond right away, just stared at the road ahead. Then, finally, she muttered, “I don’t do well with… people like them.”

You squeezed her hand. “People like them?”

She sighed. “Rich. Powerful. Judgmental.”

You frowned. “They’re not that bad.”

“They’re your parents. Of course you think that.”

You hesitated. Okay, fine—your parents weren’t exactly the warmest, most down-to-earth people. They had expectations, high ones, and they had never exactly approved of the way you chose to live outside of their carefully curated world.

But they weren’t cruel. And they were trying.

“I know they can be… a lot,” you admitted. “But they want to meet you. That has to count for something, right?”

Sae-byeok didn’t look convinced.

“Hey.” You tugged on her hand, forcing her to glance at you. “They’re gonna love you.”

She scoffed. “Doubt it.”

You rolled your eyes. “How could they not? You’re smart, you’re funny—”

“Debatable.”

“—and you make me happy.”

That made her pause.

You softened. “That’s all that matters to them, Sae. That I’m happy. And I am.”

She let out a breath, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. “…You’re really annoying, you know that?”

You grinned. “And yet, you’re still in love with me.”

She groaned, but you caught the way the corner of her mouth twitched upward.

The car slowed as she pulled into your parents’ long, pristine driveway. The house loomed ahead—grand, elegant, intimidating as hell.

Sae-byeok stared at it like it was her worst nightmare.

“…Last chance to turn around,” she muttered.

You laughed, squeezing her hand one last time before letting go. “Come on, tough girl. Time to meet the in-laws.”

Sae-byeok exhaled sharply, muttered something under her breath in Korean, and put the car in park.

Then, with the stiffest posture you had ever seen, she stepped out of the car—looking as though she was walking straight into a battlefield.

Sae-byeok looked like she was walking into an execution.

Her shoulders were stiff, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of the blazer you had begged her to wear, and her usual tough, indifferent exterior was barely holding up against the sheer intimidation of your parents’ house. The place was massive—high ceilings, grand windows, and a front door so polished that she could see her own stressed-out reflection in it.

You reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before ringing the doorbell.

“You’ve got this,” you whispered.

She exhaled sharply. “I really don’t.”

Before you could reassure her again, the door swung open, revealing your mother—graceful, elegant, and dressed in a designer outfit that probably cost more than Sae-byeok’s entire wardrobe combined.

“Sweetheart!” she greeted, pulling you into a hug. Then she turned to Sae-byeok, her smile still in place but a little more measured. “And you must be Sae-byeok.”

Sae-byeok, to her credit, managed to nod. “Uh, yeah. Hi.”

You could tell she was trying her best to stand tall, to act like she wasn’t completely overwhelmed, but her hand was clammy in yours.

Your mother stepped aside, motioning you both inside. “Come in, come in! Dinner’s almost ready.”

As you walked in, Sae-byeok subtly glanced around, taking in the lavish decor—the expensive artwork, the grand staircase, the ridiculously fancy chandelier hanging above the dining room. She looked like she was fighting the urge to whistle.

Your father was already at the dining table, standing as you both approached. He was just as intimidating—tall, serious, with the sharp gaze of a man used to being in control.

Sae-byeok was visibly trying not to shrink under it.

“So,” your father said, his voice firm. “This is the girl who’s stolen my daughter’s heart.”

Sae-byeok blinked. “Uh… yeah. That would be me.”

You nearly laughed at how robotic she sounded.

Your father hummed, giving her a once-over. “Sit, both of you.”

Sae-byeok hesitated for a fraction of a second before pulling out a chair stiffly, sitting with perfect posture like she was in a damn job interview. She looked like she was about to break into a cold sweat.

Your mother poured some wine, offering Sae-byeok a glass.

“Thank you,” Sae-byeok said, accepting it carefully, as if she was afraid one wrong move would shatter the expensive crystal.

“So, Sae-byeok,” your mother started as she took her seat. “Tell us about yourself.”

Sae-byeok cleared her throat. “Uh, well. I—” She hesitated, glancing at you quickly before continuing. “I was born in North Korea, but I left when I was young. It’s just me and my little brother now.”

Your parents exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable.

Your heart squeezed. You knew this wasn’t easy for her—she wasn’t used to talking about herself, especially not to people who made their judgments based on polished resumes and perfect backgrounds.

But before the silence could stretch too long, your father spoke.

“That must’ve been difficult,” he said, his tone surprisingly even. “I imagine you’ve been through a lot.”

Sae-byeok hesitated, as if she was waiting for some kind of condescending remark to follow. But when none came, she nodded slowly. “Yeah. I have.”

Your mother smiled, softer this time. “And what do you do now?”

Sae-byeok glanced at you again, visibly unsure of how much to say.

“She’s been working hard,” you cut in, sensing her discomfort. “She’s saving up to start her own business.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie—Sae-byeok had been talking about opening something small, maybe a clothing shop or a café. It was still just an idea, but it was hers.

Your father raised an eyebrow. “A business? Interesting. What kind?”

Sae-byeok hesitated again, then squared her shoulders. “Fashion, maybe. Or something in retail.”

Your mother’s eyes lit up. “Fashion? Well, that’s an exciting industry.”

Sae-byeok nodded stiffly, still unsure if this was going well or horribly.

The conversation continued through dinner, and little by little, you could see Sae-byeok starting to relax—just slightly. She was still guarded, still careful with her words, but she wasn’t as tense as she had been when you first walked in.

Then, at one point, your father leaned back in his chair and looked at her seriously.

“You know,” he said, “when we heard our daughter was dating someone, we weren’t sure what to expect.”

Sae-byeok tensed again.

“But,” he continued, “I can see why she chose you.”

Sae-byeok blinked. “You… can?”

Your father nodded. “You’re strong. Independent. You’ve been through things most people can’t even imagine, and yet, you’re still standing. That says a lot about your character.”

Sae-byeok stared at him like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Your mother smiled. “And most importantly, she’s happy with you.”

You turned to Sae-byeok, squeezing her hand under the table. She still looked stunned, like she had been bracing for rejection the entire night—only to be met with something she hadn’t expected.

Acceptance.

As you left that night, walking toward the car, Sae-byeok was quiet. But this time, it wasn’t the stiff, nervous silence from before.

You nudged her playfully. “See? Told you they’d love you.”

She scoffed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. “I still don’t trust rich people.”

You laughed. “Fair. But… they trust you.”

She glanced at you, something unreadable in her expression. Then, finally, she sighed, unlocking the car.

“I guess that’s a start.”

And as you drove home, her hand resting comfortably in yours, you knew that was more than enough.

#sae byeok #fanfic #saebyeok x reader #squid game #wlw fiction #kang sae byeok x reader #wuh luh wuh #fluff #established relationship

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comicaurora · 3 hours ago

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Hey, firstly I just wanted to say I’ve been consuming your content for years and thank you and Blue for being the only thing that kept my academic brain from turning to mush during online COVID middle school!

But I’m entering a new academic era, notably Junior year of my very rigorous collage prep program at my high school. I’ve always thought I would go to collage after high school but I’ve recently stumbled into some very interesting ways of making a living only perusing my creative passions (some very scary publishing opportunities). So I’ve been wondering if I actually want to go to collage or not, since going to collage just to be a published writer is an objective waste of money and I don’t want to spend the rest of high school breaking my neck earning collage credits I’m not going to use.

So I was wondering, if you had known you could make a living only perusing your creative passions, would you have spent the time, money and academic energy going to collage for something you didn’t end up doing professionally?

(I would ask my advisor but he’s too obviously pro collage and doesn’t have any experience making a living creatively).

(Sorry for the long ask)

No problem about the long ask! This is a very good question!

I'll start with the short answer, which is that nobody can make this decision but you, and if you decide not to go to college right now, that does not mean you are deciding to never go to college. Especially with Covid, plenty of people are taking gap years, and plenty of full-on adults go to college later in life, simply because the mood strikes them, or they now have income to burn, or they're interested in a career change, etc. This is not a coinflip that will decide the trajectory of the rest of your life.

For the longer answer, for me personally? Knowing I'd be able to earn a living doing art would have no bearing on my decision to go to college. Setting aside that a ton of the literary analysis my job is based on is skills I learned in college, I liked college because it gave me the opportunity to learn a wide swath of things, from anthropology courses to dinosaur science. I like learning new things! College was an opportunity to learn a ton of new things, and even if it was very challenging in places, I thrived in it. I didn't go to college with the goal of becoming qualified for a Real Job - because of who I am as a person I think I'd seriously struggle at most Real Jobs, and I knew that even back then. I was in college to learn, and to learn how to learn. I got my degree in mathematics, a thing I do not use in my Job, but the functionality of mathematics - to logically reason through problems, step by step, comparing it to known problems to map the way to solutions using operations that preserve truth - is an invaluable skill that I apply everywhere there are problems to solve, especially literary analysis. I learned a wide swath of tools with surprising applications, and I couldn't have known when I started how I might use them in the end.

However, there's a big caveat there. This was my personal experience of college as a playground where I could work towards a solid major and also branch out to take weird one-off electives and summer courses when anything struck my fancy. But I was in on a scholarship to cover a good chunk of my tuition, and one of my relatives very kindly paid for the rest. I got to do college without accruing any college debt, and that is an enormous factor. I can only share my personal take, but I'm not going to pretend that things would have been the same if I'd had to enter adulthood finding a way to quickly pay off a six-figure sum.

I've been extremely lucky to get to the point where I can navigate life in a way where money is very rarely something I need to worry about. It was certainly not always like that, and I do not miss those times, but it invariably shapes the way I see the world and the steps I took to get here. For me personally, I do not consider college in any way a waste of time; I think the opportunity to learn is one of the most exciting things out there. But my experience cannot be pretended to be universal.

This decision is yours, and it is also not final. Whatever choice you make, you can always choose again later. You have time.

#asks #not aurora

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minju4won · 2 days ago

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— paparazzi

— when your relationship is discovered by the media.

enhypen hyung line x femreader

희승

your relationship was discreet, or at least that’s what you thought.

you and heeseung had started dating for about three and a half years. you and him had met through a mutual friend, even though you knew heeseung liked you, you hadn’t wanted to go out with him. and there was a reason.

heseung was an idol.

you knew what you would face, that’s why since you started feeling things for him, you walked away. but he didn’t give up, he wrote to you and called you to meet.

until he got tired.

at first you thought it was the best, but little by little you had no motivation to go out with your friends, you just wanted to be in the house and you didn’t even eat. you realized that you were going through a breakup of a relationship that you didn’t even have.

being alone made you realize that you were in love with heeseung. that even though you could live without him, heeseung was now a part of your life and your happiness.

that day you called him and confessed your feelings and your worries. that day heeseung went to your house and promised you that he would do everything possible so that their relationship was not revealed.

and so he did for three and a half years.

now you were trying to make some “cookies” if you could call it that.

“don’t put that on the cookies” you screamed laughing. “it’s going to be horrible”

heeseung ignored you and also put a couple of drops of spice to the cookies.

“i don’t know if you knew, but before being an idol i was a professional cook”

you rolled your eyes and approached him to take away his boat. “i’m serious.”

your boyfriend smiled when he saw you upset and grabbed you by the waist to start kissing you all over your face. you tried to look upset, but you couldn’t help but laugh at his kisses.

“if they are very spicy, you will eat it by yourself”

“if they are very spicy, i’ll make one just for you”

you let out a laugh when you saw how your boyfriend managed to disappear your little anger.

you felt the caresses he was giving you on your waist and you brought your face closer to kiss him.

but his phone had ringed.

“they calling you”

heeseung touched your forehead and stroked your cheek. “try not to burn the kitchen” you rolled your eyes and pushed him. you saw how your boyfriend left the kitchen and you put the cookies in the oven.

heeseung closed the door of the room while he saw who was calling him, he frowned as he accepted the call.

“jungwon? something happened?”

heeseung tried not to be anxious by not hearing anything from jungwon. only silence. something serious had happened. very serious.

“they know” heeseung heard. “they know about your relationship with y/n.”

suddenly, heeseung’s heart had stopped.

“what are you talking about, jungwon?” he said shouting under his breath, he didn’t want you to find out, not at that moment.

“a sasaeng, hyung. she’s been chasing you for several months. there are photos of you kissing, holding hands.” heeseung sat on the bed and rested his hands on his knees. this couldn’t be happening. one of the reasons why you didn’t want to be with him was this, now what was he going to do? “but this is not the worst, hyung. people have leaked her information: her social networks, her family, her identity. everything is full of hatred.”

heeseung let out a sigh. he was shaking. he didn’t know how you were going to react, were you going to get away from him? were you going to cut with him? heeseung couldn’t stand losing you. You were the love of his life.

“i’m sorry, heeseung” jungwon said.

“don’t worry. i will fix that”

heeseung hung up the call and ran his hand over his face, worried. not only had their relationship been discovered, your personal information had been leaked. this was going to affect you in your life itself. he didn’t know what to do.

he didn’t know what to do to avoid this, he had no power over this situation.

heeseung cursed himself for not having been more careful, he knew they could find out. but when you told him to go for a walk at night, with your eyes full of love, he couldn’t help but accept.

he got up from the table and took a deep breath, he couldn’t convey his anxiety to you. as he left the room, he looked at you eating an apple while you saw the cookies inside the oven.

he approached you and grabbed you by the waist to kiss you on the forehead.

“we need to talk”

you looked at him with a frown, thousands of situations began to appear in your head, but not the real one.

“did something happen in the company, with the members? is your mom okay?”

your boyfriend smiled when he heard you and put his hand on your lower back, guiding you to the living room. you didn’t receive an answer from him, which made you more anxious.

heeseung sat next to you and took your hand to start caressing it. his heart was about to come out of his chest, he didn’t know how your reaction was going to be.

“sweetie” he whispered sadly. “being an idol is very difficult, you have no life, no privacy. your life is managed both by the company and by the fans. the only thing that has kept me in this industry has been my members and my dreams. despite this, my life since i was an idol began to get worse, i couldn’t sleep, i didn’t have a motivation: until I met you. my life began to make sense since I saw you, i began to improve both my professional and personal life, i could sleep properly. all because i knew you”

you narrowed your eyes. you didn’t know where he wanted to go. did he want to break it with you?

“the day we became a couple i promised you that i was going to protect you, that our relationship was not going to be relieved.” heeseung sighed seriously. “until today i did it, and i’m very sorry. i couldn’t help it”

“w-what, heeseung? what are you talking about?”

“our relationship has been relieved, y/n”

you frowned when you heard him, waiting for him to laugh like one of his thousands of jokes. that he hugged you while whispering to you that it was not true. however, you only received a couple of tears.

you took your phone from the table and turned it on. thousands of notifications. you went to twitter and you could see both the name and your boyfriend’s in trends.

this couldn’t be happening.

@/engene4life what would heeseung be with that girl? she’s very ugly for him. he deserves something better lol

@/heeseungbaaambi I think that girl wants to take advantage of him... clearly her family is low-income and heeseung only saw her for something else #HYBEWEWANTANSWER

@/baeen tf you care idols are humans too!

@/engphynen ican’t believe heeseung betrayed us like that? is he an idol????? he shouldn’t have a partner and even less with that whore. if he wants to continue with his career he should break up with that stupid bitch. i’m just saying

tears were running down your cheeks too quickly, thousands of tweets in hatred towards you and your partner. thousands of comments messing with your physique, edited photos of you…

“heeseung”

“darling, i will fix that, i promise”

fat, ugly, whore. those were the words you were seeing. was all that you?

heeseung snatched your phone and hid it in his pocket. he caressed your cheek while wiping your tears with his fingers.

you separated from him abruptly and dried your tears. your boyfriend looked at you with a frown, that was the reaction he feared the most.

“go”

“what?”

“go to hybe, heeseung. tell them to delete my photos, to demand those comments. i don’t know if i can continue our relationship if they don’t do nothing”

“what?” no, no, no. they will eliminate all their comments, y/n. you have to be strong, okay? this is a relationship of two, y/n. we’ll both get better together, yes?”

the next few weeks were horrible, you didn’t get out of bed and hopefully you saw the sun. all those comments had affected you in an insane way. you didn’t stop seeing him, you didn’t stop seeing yourself in the mirror. you didn’t stop judging yourself.

heeseung had accompanied you at all times, giving you strength and distracting you from the phone. the company had not supported him, that’s why the comments were getting bigger and bigger.

heeseung didn’t know what to do. for this very reason, he had decided to do everything himself.

you were lying in bed watching the comments until you found that.

@/loveengene wtfffff he is so inlove omg please let him be happy. love for both<3

@/fuckheeseung fuck him fuck enhypen i can’t stan a idol with gf fuck heeseung

@/enh11pen whoever doesn’t support heeseung is not a real engene

@/noviadejakey lo ridículas q son las engene no las aguanto. creéis q ibais a tener una oportunidad con heeseung? ridículas envidiosas

engene

Weeks ago, unfortunately, my private life has been exposed to the public. I am very sorry for the damage caused to my fans by this abrupt, unexpected news. I just want to tell you that my love for my fans will not change, not even for my memberss.

I met my girlfriend years ago. I started a relationship with her because she made me happy, because I kept talking about her. Today I love her, and I can’t see her sad. I can’t stand to see her lying in bed watching her hateful comments. I can’t see her suffer, for this very reason, I ask with all my heart that you stop harassing her, hating her and spreading her face on social networks. I ask you in another way. The people who will continue to say it, by my decision and without the company’s support, I will sue them. I don’t want to get to that point, that’s why I ask you to do it the first way. Thank you.

with love towards my engenes.

heeseung

제이

you didn’t even know how you had ended up in a relationship with jongseong.

you worked in the Prada store as a clerk for five years, at least. of all your three years, you met jongseong a year after working there.

the first time he went to the store, it was with his members. everything was full of fans outside, it seemed incredible to you, it was the first time you met a celebrity of that size. despite being impressed, you never noticed Jay in that first meeting.

on the contrary of you, you had captivated hongseong from the first moment he entered the store. seeing your smile and your elegance was something that did not happen unexpected to him. for this very reason, he had started to visit the store more often, at first it was once a month, then once every three weeks until he went every week.

at first it seemed strange to you to see him so often alone, but he had the perfect excuse. he was an ambassador and needed to have new clothes and accessories whenever he could.

but you could notice that he was lying when you saw how he tried to flirt with you.

the first time he asked you to go out you rejected him, how were you going to go out with an idol? that was forbidden for both you and him. but Jay didn’t give up. he had asked you exactly ten times to have a date, when he no longer had hope, in the tenth you had accepted.

you hadn’t had many dates, but it was definitely the best. he treated you like a princess and at the same time made you laugh, you didn’t regret having had that date with him.

you always talked to him about that, as you were both nervous and his stuttered. you remembered it as if it were yesterday, but four years had passed.

now you were in a luxurious hotel with your boyfriend. it was the week of your anniversary, and by your boyfriend’s occurrence, right now they were in Japan in one of the best hotels in the country. you didn’t like to spend too much, that’s why you had told him to go to a cheaper one, but according to him, you deserved that and more.

right now you were in the private pool of his room, sitting on his lap and your arms around his neck. while you felt his kisses on your neck.

“please”

you shook your head. “jay, our flight leaves in two hours, we have to leave.” you said, however, you didn’t move.

“the airport is twenty minutes away, princess”

“it will be quickly”

“jongseong”

“i need you, y/n”

you rolled your eyes when you heard him and got up from his lap. “i’ll go pack the suitcase, darling. because we haven’t done it either.” you gave him a goodbye kiss and caressed his cheek. “in our home i’ll reward you”

you left the pool and approached the room, where you began to organize your things. you couldn’t help but feel bad about the state you left your boyfriend, but you couldn’t miss that flight. tomorrow you had to work first thing in the morning, and you wanted to rest a little.

when you finished putting everything in the suitcase, you went to take a bath and now you were in the living room while you waited for your boyfriend to get dressed.

you frowned when you saw your boyfriend’s name trending on twitter. had something happened? you didn’t know, nor did you want to know. you didn’t get involved in knowing what was happening, you and your boyfriend agreed not to use your cell phones on this little vacation.

you got up from the couch when you felt your boyfriend’s presence behind you and approached him.

“go down, princess. i’ll take down the suitcases”

you nodded and now you were in the elevator going down to the ground floor of the hotel. I wish you had stayed longer. it was the perfect plan, you and him, with no one around and without having to work.

probably in a few years they can be like this.

when you got out of the elevator you frowned when you saw thousands of paparapzis outside the hotel. was there a celebrity? or a group? you didn’t know, you could only lower your cap to cover your face more.

you approached the exit and you couldn’t but frown when you saw how all of them approached you.

“y/n!”

“y/n come here!”

how did they know your names? why...?

“is it true that you’re dating the member of Enhypen, Jay?”

“what?” you murmured.

“there are photos of you two kissing!”

you could only turn around and enter the building, turning your back on them. they had found out, but, how? you had been cautious in everything. you had taken different flights, you had arrived at different times and you didn’t even leave the house often for fear of being caught.

but here they were.

you took your cell phone and entered twitter, seeing how your relationship had been confirmed by dispatch.

@/jaywife I think it’s unacceptable that he has a girlfriend, after all he chose to be an idol so he lost that right. we don’t accept that relationship #HYBEDOSOMETHING

@/enhypen4life So he took her to one of the best hotels in Japan? That has a name: that whore is taking advantage of Jay, I hope Hybe takes action against this

@/jungwon4jay I’m so disappointed:( I thought he was different

@/loveenhypen I’m very sorry but if he’s going to continue in that relationship, it’s best that he leaves the group

you looked up when you heard your name and saw your boyfriend approaching you, worried.

“what happened, love?”

“they know about us”

you saw how your boyfriend frowned.

“what?”

you picked up your cell phone and put it in his face, showing him all the comments and the publication of their relationship.

“they’re calling me a whore and taken advantage of, jongseong. i’m not like that. i’m not taking advantage of you, i love you.”

jay bent down and grabbed your hand, trying to comfort while watching all the comments.

“i know, princess, i know. they don’t know nothing about our relationships”

“they’re asking for you to leave the group if you’re still with me, Jay. i know how much you care about your members and your dreams, i can’t allow this from you, it’s better to separate, for the best of both of us.”

“princess, don’t say that” he said taking the tears off your cheeks. “we will both get over this, together. you can’t say that the best thing will be to separate so that i can fulfill my dreams when you are also part of my dreams. i want to marry you and have children with you. those are also my dreams.”

“jongseong…”

“please, come with me”

doubtful, you got up and he positioned you behind him while they went to the exit. when you left, you could hear all the paparapzis shouting your names, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“i want to apologize to my fans for causing a stir at this new news. i know they don’t deserve this because of the love they give both me and my members. for this very reason, I want to clarify the rumors. yes, i do have a girlfriend, and i’m completely in love with her. i can’t stand to see her sad for hate comments made by people full of hatred. for this very reason, i want to say that I will sue all those people who hurt both me and my partner. my partner is not a public face, he doesn’t have to endure all the hatred of social networks. engene, i love my partner, for this very reason i ask for understanding from you, my love for you will never change. please, leave her alone. thank you.”

제이크

you knew jake all your life, specifically from the age of eight.

the first time you saw him was at school, seeing a new child in the middle of the school year was something strange for you and your classmates, but that didn’t stop you from approaching him. the first time you spoke to him he ignored you, the second time he gave you an uncomfortable smile, the third time he was the one who spoke to you.

since that day, jake and your little had separated. as they grew up, the friendship was changing, and your feelings too. there began to be mischievous looks and smiles, you justified it with hormones, after all it was normal in adolescence.

you thought it was going to disappear over time, that is, jake was your best friend.

that’s what you thought, until you started to get jealous when he talked to other girls.

you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him, that��s why you decided to get away. He was your best friend, you couldn’t ruin it because of a feeling that could disappear. you were going to do it, what you didn’t expect was for jake to declare his feelings to you. jake liked you, you were excited.

what you didn’t expect was that the next day he would disappear.

you didn’t hear anything from him for years, until you found out that he had debuted in a kpop group. you felt happy for him, you thought you were never going to see him again. until you played on an erasmus trip to South Korea.

you weren’t so unlucky, were you? well, you saw jake in a supermarket.

at first he didn’t recognize you, until he saw your discomfort. he approached you, with the opportunity to talk to you, what he didn’t expect is that you were going to run, but what you didn’t expect was that he would chase you.

that day he apologized to you thousands of times, in order to be able to return to his friendship as before. you didn’t know why, but you forgave him.

jake chased you so much that now you had a relationship with him.

now you were in front of the Han River in front of your boyfriend, kissing him around his face.

“i will miss you, jakey” you murmured between kisses.

when your erasmus year ended, you had to go back to australia, for this very reason, you had a long-distance relationship with Jake. but he paid for a flight once a month.

your boyfriend grabbed your hand and kissed it. “someday we will live together, and you will have a ring on your finger.”

“jake, you are a idol”

“i’m a idol and i’ll marry to you”

you rolled your eyes and kissed him on the lips. being in Australia without jake, without his hugs, without his kisses, without him. you didn’t know how you could stand it.

“we have to return to the hotel, baby. your flight it’s at 8 in the morning.”

you got up from the bench and they approached your boyfriend’s car, once started, jake had his hand on your thigh and your head was resting on the window with your eyes closed.

suddenly, you heard some of the songs from your boyfriend’s group.

“oh my god you are so egocentric” you murmured.

“it’s the radio, babe!” he said laughing.

“this song its ‘bite me’ by enhypen. one of the most famous groups both in Korea and internationally, but, some fans wonder, how is the personal life of the members of the famous band enhypen? today at midnight, images of the member jake with a girl holding hands have come out. is this the girlfriend of the famous enhypen member?”

your heart had stopped, your hands were sweating and your words didn’t come out of your mouth. but not only you, Jake had stopped the car and turned off the radio with anger.

@/jakeslave jake its mine bitch fuck you

@/loveenhypen i cannot fuckin believe it?? our jake with a gf? that’s so disapointed man

@/kpoplover lol that’s false jake will never do that. he will never date with a fuckin fat whore.

those were few messages of the hundreds that were reaching you. your cell phone was snatched by your boyfriend and your tears kissed by him.

“jakey, they are so mean to me”

“they are jelaous of you babe, don’t be bother of that people”

you let out a sob when you remembered all the comments you read. were you fat? were you insufficient for jake? those insecurities haunted you since you were a teenager, and seeing them again had affected you.

“okey babe, i will do something” he said taking out his phone and putting it horizontally. “hi engene, i’m sorry for the hours, but I couldn’t help but do a live when i saw the situation at this time.” jake took your hand and kissed it in front of the live. “guys, I’m in love. i’m dating the woman i’ve always dreamed of and with whom i’m going to marry, and I’m not going to allow some of you to hurt her. i know it’s sudden news and it can be harmful to some of you, but i can’t help it. that’s why i want to ask for your understanding and stop throwing hate to my girlfriend, please. i love you engene and good night.”

성훈

for some reason, you hated Sunghoon. He was so perfect, both in his grades and in his personal life. he was a fucking professional skater, he had his life solved.

you hated him because even though you treated him badly, he never did anything bad to you, on the contrary, he always treated you well, like the gentleman he was.

once school was over, you could only celebrate that you were not going to see him anymore. until you found out that the girl you were tutoring at her house was the sister of the fuckin park sunghoon.

thanks to this you found out that Sunghoon had debuted as an idol, leaving his artistic life behind. you couldn’t help but insult him from below, he could be in the Olympic Games winning medals, however, he decided to be under an enslaved system.

but you love yeji, his sister, you loved teaching her and you loved talking to her. but you had started to hate going to their houses because although sunghoon no longer lived there, apparently every time you went he was always sitting on the couch.

he was so arrogant.

you hated how he made fun of you, you hated how he looked at you gracefully. you hated that he always answered you coldly, you hated everything about him.

one day you had arrived at their houses angry, and of course, he was there. you had calmly tried to explain the math problems to his sister, but you had failed. for that very reason, you had gone to the kitchen to drink some water, and of course, sunghoon was after you.

that day he had asked you for explanations of your behavior, but you were so angry that you let him go of what you felt for him. you hated him, but at the same time you couldn’t stop your heart from jumping every time he looked at you, that you loved every time he paid attention to you. that the anger you felt was all his fault.

you thought he was going to get angry, or that he was going to kick you out of the house, but he just said:

“you are so pretty when you’re mad”

from that day, your relationship with him began, and you didn’t regret it.

but there was a problem, sunghoon was an idol. and your relationship discovered.

@/sunghoonwife sunghoon is literally a princes and he is dating with that… woman?

@/lovenhypen i expected somebody better than her lmao she is so ugly

@/kpopinformation i have nothing to say…

today was supposed to be a nice day, you were going to go to your boyfriend’s concert in the United States, however, everything exploded at midnight.

and those comments were affecting you more than they should.

you were looking at yourself in the mirror. they were right, you didn’t deserve to be with someone like him, you didn’t deserve Sunghoon. he deserved a prettier and more charming woman.

you heard how the door opened and you saw through the mirror as your boyfriend approached you and hugged you from behind.

“sunghoon, am i ugly?”

“what? no, sweetie, don’t look at those comments”

“but they all say the same”

“you are the most beautiful woman that i see. you are so beautiful that I still can’t believe you’re mine, you’re so beautiful that I don’t deserve you. you’re mine and I’m yours. none of those comments will make your beauty disappear.”

“oh sunghoon” you said hugging him and resting your head on his shoulder. “i’m so sorry for not being able to go to your concert”

“don’t worry, baby. it’s not your fault”

after several words of comfort, sunghoon had left and now you were lying in the hotel room wrapped up from above. while on your cell phone you were watching a broadcast of your boyfriend’s group concert.

you wanted so much to go to that concert, and you felt so disappointed for not being able to go.

you were in the part where everyone dedicated words to their fans, and after so much intrigue, it was your boyfriend’s turn.

“engene, thank you very much for coming to today’s concert, i feel honored that after everything that has happened you still decide to come to us. last night’s news may disconcert you, but, in fact, i know that some people were bothered by the news, but i really love my girlfriend very much. i love her in a way that i have never felt in my life, she is the love of my life. i don’t like to see her suffer, please, i ask you respect for my privacy as well as hers. stop commenting bad comments towards her. please send us love, both to her and my members.”

#enhypen #enhypen headcanons #enhypen heeseung #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen reactions #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jongseong x reader #jake x reader #jaehyun x reader #sunghoon x reader

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Chocolates Galore!

(Characters): All the characters (except the little kids)

(Synopsis): Valentine’s Day has arrived and the academy’s most influential students are antsy to give that special someone their gifts. Some are also anxious to know who you got chocolate for

(Tags/Warnings): Use of (n/n) and (name), gn!reader, foul language, dialogue heavy, school au, gave Natlan characters poc features (smth hoyo was too pussy to do), one Cyno joke (reader laughs at it), bit rushed,

(Word Count): 7.6k

(A/n): I tried to include everyone in this, and sorry if it feels rushed

“Valentine’s day is almost here.” You absentmindedly said

“Why are you preoccupied with such a frivolous holiday?” Kuni asked

“Don’t be so mean.” Kazhua said

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you have someone you want to give chocolate to, (n/n)~” Venti teased

“Yeah, I do.” You admitted

“What?!” Kuni shot up from his chair. “Who is the bastard?!”

“Well it’s actually-” You were cut off by the bell ringing. “Damn I gotta get back to class. Bye guys.” You packed your stuff up and left the classroom for yours

“My my my, our Kuni is jealous.” Heizou teased

“I’m not!”

“He definitely is.” Aether said

On the day in question you came into school with a big shopping bag, filled with what that’s only for you to know

Walking to your locker you open it up to see various boxes and baggies fall out

You look down to find around 15 gifts all addressed to you. Your initial thought was that it must be for someone who just so happened to have the first name as you, but you see your last name on some of them, maybe they are meant for you

You have been more social than before so it might be meant for you, as you were picking up the little gifts of chocolate you saw a pair of feet. You look up to see your friend

“Ayaka, hi!”

“I-I got you some chocolate!” The blue haired heiress extended her hands to show you, all the while turing her head away from you

“Oh thank you, I appreciate it-”

“It’s nothing! Please enjoy them!”

Ayaka ran away before you could ask her if she was doing alright, since her face was heavily red

Confused you didn’t notice two other people walk up to you

“Ahem!” You turned your head to see where the sound came from. “I hope I caught you before anyone else could.” The young semestres said as she handed you a small stuffed bear holding a heart

“I got you some kitty shaped chocolate, (N/n)!” Kirara said

“It’s so cute! Thank you, you two!”

“Of course it is, I made it myself. I’ll see you around.” Chiori waved goodbye and parted ways

“Bye (N/n)!” Kirara gave her farewell as she followed her friend

You look around to see that there’s too many eyes on you so you pick up your bags and walk away from your locker. You made your way to the 4th floor you hear something call your name, you look to see a familiar purple haired guy

“Here!” Kuni shoved a baggie of chocolate in your hands. “I know how much you like that sweet shit, so I got you some.”

“Aw, that’s so kind of you, Kuni!” You smiled at him

“Hey! Don’t get the wrong idea! I just had a bit of pocket money and decided to get you some! It’s friendship chocolate!” Kuni desperately explained as his face got redder

“But still you didn’t have to do it, the fact that you did shows that you’re a good guy.”

“I-I just remembered I had to do something!” Kuni stormed off leaving you confused

“Just ignore him, you know he’s emotionally constipated.” Heizou chuckled

You see the rest of the friend group with the exception of Aether walk up to you

“Hey guys!” You greeted with a wave and a closed eye smile, missing the look of fondness in the young men’s eyes. “What are you doing here, don’t y’all usually spend this time in the courtyard?”

“We have something important to do first.” Kazuha explained

The boys hold up baggies and boxes of chocolate, leaving you a bit stunned

“Wow guys, I don’t know what to say…” You finally managed to speak

“Don’t worry about it, just take it…” Xiao muttered out desperately trying to hide his red face

You accept the gifts and put them in your red bag, all the while making sure that the anemo boys don’t see the contents of the bag

“What’s in the bag, windblume?” Venti asked

“This?!” You hid the bag behind your back. “It’s a secret!”

Venti pouts and tries to snatch the bag from your hands but you’re faster in pulling it away from the young bard’s hands

“But I am curious about what’s in the bag?” Kazuha asked while rubbing his chin

“Or maybe it’s a mystery for us to uncover!” Heizou said excitedly

“It’s a secret till after school!” You blurted out. “Just wait after school and you’ll see…”

“My my, what do we have here?” You feel an arm drape over your shoulder, you look up to see the face of Kaeya

“Hi Kaeya.” You and the others said, completely unaware of the glares thrown at him

“Don’t sound too excited to see me, I’m hurt.”

“Just tell me what you’re doing here? You’re usually bothering your poor brother.”

“Well, I wanted to see y-”

“Hey (Name), how’s it’s going?” Sethos asked squeezing himself between you and who he would call “that whore”

“Sethos, hey! I was just talking to the anemo guys and Kaeya”

“I see…” Sethos said desperately trying to suppress a cringe from appearing on his face

“Oh and you still haven’t told me what you’re doing up here.”

“So mean! I just wanted to give my darling some chocolates.”

“I wonder how many people you told that line to.” You shot back as you accepted the little blue box of chocolates

“Well you’re the only one-”

“I also got you chocolates!” Sethos interjected

“Thanks Seth.” You said as you took the chocolate bar from the brunette

“It’s nothing, anything for my best friend.” Sethos eyed Kaeya as said the last part

“Listen you, overgrown shot of c-”

“Hello there, cutie.” Lisa greeted

“Lisa!” You ran toward Lisa

“Was I interrupting something?”

“No!” You said with a smile ignoring the tension between Kaeya and Sethos

“Well, if that’s the case, then I want to give you this.” Lisa said as she showed you a small purple box with a bow tied into a rose on the top

“Wow, Lisa. It’s so pretty I don’t know what to say.”

“You can thank me by giving me a kiss~”

“What?!” You and the boys shouted in unison. You felt heat rise up in your face and instantly lightheaded

“Just kidding!” Lisa giggled leaving out her thinking you looked so cute flustered.

“You had me worried their for a second there, Lisa.”

“Yeah, Lisa…” Xiao glared at the student librarian

The bell rings causing everyone to head to class

“Later guys!” You said as you began to head to class

“Bye (Name).” Your group of friends said goodbye

Class went by without any hiccups. Before you knew it the lesson came to a close and lunchtime came, as you were getting your things into your bag you noticed a couple of students walk up to your desk. You look up and saw members of the music club besides from Venti standing before you

“Here ya go bestie!” Xinyan said as she handed you a box of chocolate

“I got you chocolate.” Barbara said as she walked up to you and gave you a box that was prettily wrapped in white and blue wrapping paper

“I also got you some…” Yun Jin came up to you and held up a box that equally pretty as Barbara’s

“Aw your gifts are wrapped so beautifully, I almost don’t want to ruin them!” You said while putting the chocolate in your shopping bag. “I have something to do right now, but if you guys want to eat lunch then I’ll see if I can make it to the club room!”

You stood up and after waving goodbye to the music club you made your way out of the classroom

“Hey! (Name)!”

You turn around to see Amber and Yoimiya walking towards you

“I got you some chocolate!” Amber said as she handed you some bunny shaped chocolate

“Don’t forget about mine! I got you chocolates that feels like fireworks going off in your mouth!” Yoimiya said gesturing to her own mouth

“I can’t wait to try it. Thank you so much, you two!”

“Ohh, what’s in that bag?” Yoimiya asked

“Is it your Valentine’s Day gift?” Amber smiled

“Th-that’s a secret!” You answered

“Ohh…” You saw the two deflate

“But until after school!” You added

Amber and Yoimiya instantly became giddy and start whispering amongst themselves. You saw the opportunity to sneak off to do what you were originally going to do, when you made it down the stairs you saw a figure striking a pose in front of you

“I, Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung! Bestow upon you the finest confectioneries the Immernachtreich has to offer.”

“What she means is she made you some chocolate.” Oz, Fischl’s trusty raven explained to you

“Ohhh, thank you so much. It’s an honor to have a princess give me chocolate!”

You saw Fischl puff out her chest in confidence

“Mph! What’s better than a princess giving you chocolate when you can have a god give you some?”

You and Fischl turned your heads to be greeted with familiar pair of mix matched eyes

“I, Furina de Fontaine give you Fontaine’s finest of chocolate.” Furina handed you an expensive looking box of chocolate before turning towards Fischl and smirks. “And it’s probably much better than what the inner-nacht-reit has.”

“It’s the Immernachtreich! And for your information my homeworld has much better confectioneries than that of Fontaine.” Fischl spat out

“If it’s so great then why don’t you take all of us to there?” Furina questioned

“I, uhhh, I-” Fischl was at a lost for words

“That’s enough you two!!” You stepped in between the two girls. “There’s no point in being mean to each other and to each other’s homelands.”

You saw the two glance at each other before turning away, at least they stopped arguing. Before you could head down the stairs you saw the two girls holding up boxes of chocolate for you to take

“For you!” They both said in unison before side eyeing each other

“Aw, I’m honored to have treats by such high status individuals like you guys.”

You saw the two inflate with confidence, you put the chocolates in your shopping bag and as you were zipping up the bag you spotted a familiar face

“Arlecchino!” You greeted

You missed how Furina’s body turned rigid before she turned towards you

“Me and Princess Fischl have, uhh, business to attend to… bye!” Furina grabbed onto Fischl’s arm and dragged her away before the white haired woman could interact with her

“Hello (name).” Arlecchino said still a stoic expression on her face. “Happy Valentine’s Day. This is for you.”

The Knave gave you a surprisingly cute looking box of chocolate.

“This is so cute, thank you Arle!”

“It’s nothing, I do hope that you enjoy them.” She said before walking away from you leaving you alone in the hallway

You could’ve sworn you saw a slight smile on Arlecchino’s face, maybe you were imagining things

You continued walking until you bumped into a group of familiar faces

“Zhongli! Ei! Mavuika! Hey!” You yelled out making the former student council members turn towards you

You walk up to them and began striking up a conversation between them, the conversation went smooth but you noticed that the trio looked like they had something on their chest. You pushed it aside, not wanting to pry into potentially personal manners. Once the conversation came to an end Zhongli stepped in front of you

“Pardon me, but I got the most exquisite chocolate, for you.” He said as he handed you an expensive looking box of chocolate

“Woah, thank you, Zhongli. This must be really costly!”

“Don’t worry about that, I also got you some chocolate!” Mavuika smiled making her chin tattoo distort a bit as she held out an equally expensive looking box of chocolates

“Oh my gods, I don’t know what to say… I-I-”

“As Mavuika said before, don’t worry about it too much.” Zhongli stated

“If everyone is going you their gift then I shall you mine. I got you some chocolate covered dango.” Ei said flatly

“Thank you, Ei…” You said hoping the she didn’t make it herself and just opted to either buy it or have someone else make it for her

You checked the time on your watch and realized how much time you spent talking with the three

“I got to get going! See ya later!” You waved goodbye as you ran down the hall

You weren’t paying attention to where you were going which lead you to bump into a person. After getting your bearings you look up to see Ororon extending his hand to help you up. You took his hand and he helped you on your feet

“Sorry for not looking where I was going and bumping into you…”

“It’s nothing, I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m okay, for the most part.”

“That’s good to hear, and by the way.” Ororon reached into his bag and before handing you a baggie of chocolate. “This is for you.” Ororon said scratching his dark cheek and particularly hiding his face behind his dreads

“Thanks! I was half expecting for you to get me a cabbage from your garden, but this is a welcomed surprise!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I helped him pick out the chocolate.” You and Ororon turn your heads to see Citlali with her hands on her hips. “Don’t be fooled he almost gave you one and nearly covered it in chocolate.” She said as you saw a vein pulsing on her head

“Well, it’s the thought that counts!” You laughed at the absurdity of getting a chocolate covered cabbage

“I also got you some chocolates.” Citlali said with a little pout

“Thank you so much!” You accepted the chocolates

“(N/n)!”

You turned around to see Mualani dragging Kinich towards you. She held up box with clear packaging

“I got you some chocolate!” Mualani began. “Look its shaped like little fish!” She pointed at the box, her blue nail polish a sharp contrast against her tan skin

“It’s so cute!” You gushed

“C’mon, Kinich! Give them your gift!” Mualani nudged the dark haired boy towards you. He extended his hand with the gift in it out towards you for you to take it

“I got you some chocolate with fruit in it…” He whispered

“Ohh thank you, Kinich. I Love it!”

“It’s nothing…” The young Saurian Hunter said, internally thanking that his blush isn’t too noticeable on his darker skin

Green eyes looked down and noticed the red shopping bag on the floor by your feet. Kinich kept his curiosity to himself but it seemed that Mualani also saw the big bag

“Ohhh, (N/n), what’s in the bag?” She asked tilting her head to get a better view of said bag.

You picked up the bag and held it to your chest. “It’s a secret!” You answered

“Aw! No way you’re keeping what’s in there a secret!” She shouted as her waved her fists in the air until she catch a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Not unless I-”

Mualani jumped towards you to tickle you but luckily you dodged her just in the nick of time

“I’m gonna get you!” She shouted again

“Noooo!” You yelled out running for dear life. “It’s a secret til after school!”

Before Mualani could start running she was held back by her shirt collar, turning around she saw it was Kinich holding her back

Unaware that your secret isn’t in any immediate danger you kept running until you managed to in a random club room, the lights were off only being illuminated by candles

“Hehehe, looks like we got a little guess here~” A mysterious voice ominously giggled

You turned around to see a few hooded figures

“You’re interested in our small ritual?” The figure in the center, you assume to be the leader

“Stop fucking with them.” A raspy voice called out, you turned around to see Rosaria sitting in a chair, reaching over she turns on the switch, lighting up the room.

“Okay, I’m kidding bestie!” The leader took their hood off revealing them to be your good friend, the iconic 77th funeral director in training

“Hu Tao!? You scared the shit outta me!” You chastised

“Hehehe, I’m sorry, you’re just so easy to mess with.”

“I’m sorry if I scared you.” Shenhe took her hood off revealing her long white hair and stoic expression

“Yeah, this was Hu Tao’s idea.” Chongyun took his hood off as well. Oh since you’re here let me get my gift from the home ec room!” Chongyun said as he ran out of the clubroom

“Why the hell are you all wearing hoods in the dark?!” You yelled clutching your chest

“Where’s the fun in doing club activities in plain uniforms?” A smooth voice asked

You turned to see Yae Miko sitting a chair in the other side of the room

Before you could get another word in you were greeted with a box of chocolate by Shenhe, looking up at her ever stoic face

“For you.” She stated

“Oh thank you, Shenhe!” You said as you took the box and slowly saw red crept up on her face

“Hey no fair!” Hu Tao pouted before giving you a baggie of chocolate shaped ghosts and skulls. “I made them myself!”

“Thank you too, Hu Tao, but I will say that this is very spooky for a day like valentines.”

“There’s never a day were spookiness isn’t appropriate!” She shot back

“I got you this.” Rosaria said as she handed you a plain looking chocolate bar

“Thanks, I thought you think that Valentine’s Day is a sappy overpriced holiday?” You asked

“I can take part in a holiday that I don’t agree with… But I do hope you like it.” Rosaria said

“I will, thank you again.”

“Since everyone is giving their chocolates, I suppose I will give you mines.” Yae Miko stood up and walked towards you. She gave you a baggie decorated in cherry blossom petals filled with chocolate the same shape

“Thanks Yae.”

“Don’t mention, but I do expect some chocolate in return from you.”

“I, well, I.”

“Hmm, since I’m so generous I’ll give you until the end of the day to give me my chocolates.”

“You really are generous, Yae.” You breathed a sigh of relief

The door to the club room opens revealing Chongyun and Xingqiu

“I got this for you, I hope you do enjoy it.” The blue haired boy said as he handed you a chocolate popsicle

“I got you your favorite chocolate.” Xingqiu stated

You don’t remember telling him your favorite brand of chocolate, it must have slipped your mind

“Thank you, all of you. But I need to get going.”

“Bye-bye!” Hu Tao waved as the others said their goodbyes

You walked out of the club room and closed the door behind you, when you opened your eyes you were greeted with treats

“Hey (Name), we saw that Chongyun was getting his gift for you so we decided to give you your gifts!” Navia said as she handed you a tupperware filled with macarons.”

“I made you some chocolate chip cookies! I hope you like them…” Noelle muttered the last part

“I wanted to make you a chocolate slime smoothie, but I was told to make something ‘normal’, so I made you some brownies!” Xiangling said with a pout as she handed you you a surprisingly cute looking box

You accepted it glad that you got this instead of the slime concoction she was originally going to make you

“Thanks, you guys! I’ll make sure to enjoy them!” You said

“Say (Name) are you interested in trying my new mystery meat sandwich-”

Xiangling was pulled and dragged away by her collar by Navia as Noelle shook her head in disapproval. You were left confused but ever so grateful that you didn’t get roped into trying Xiangling’s new recipes

“Why hello, dear (Name).” You turned around to see Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet walk up to you

“Hey guys!” You waved back

Lynette held up a piece of paper that has a rose and chocolate drawn on it

“See this piece of paper?” Lyney asked

“Uh huh…”

“Now watch this!”

You saw Lyney wave his hand over the paper, showing that paper doesn’t have anything taped to it before swiping his hands and both the chocolate and rose appear in them

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mon cœur.” Lyney said

“Whoa, how did you do that?” You said as you took the rose and treat

“A magician never reveals their secrets.” Lynette said

You gave the twins the side eye before noticing Freminet waiting around, his eyes trained on the floor almost afraid of meeting your eyes. Sensing your eyes on his brother, Lyney pushed Freminet in front of him to be face to face with you

“C’mon Fremmy! Give them your chocolate!” Lyney encouraged

Freminet held out a plain looking chocolate bar. “P-please accept my chocolate!” The blond said as he gave you the gift

“Thank you you three, I love my gifts!” You smiled at the siblings

You saw Freminet’s face turn bright red before he ran off in the opposite direction

“Sorry, we’ll see you later!” Lyney said before running to catch up to Freminet and Lynette

You kept on until you bumped into a familiar face

“Xianyun! Hi!”

“Why hello (Name). You’re just the person I was looking for.”

“Really?”

“I wanted to give you this box of chocolates.”

“Wow thank you, Xianyun.”

“It’s nothing, oh this reminds me of the time where Ganyu was little and she would-”

“Xianyun!” A voice called out to her

“Oh, I have to go, it was nice talking to you.”

“See ya around!” You waved goodbye bye before continuing on with your day, hopefully you can get done what you originally wanted to do

“(Name)!”

Or maybe not

You turned to see Albedo and Surose walking up to you, Albedo ever so stoic and Surose is a bright red and hiding behind her lab partner

“Hey guys!” You yelled out causing Surose to try and run away but Albedo stopped her, he made sure she continued to walk towards you

“Hello (Name), me and Surose were working on a special chocolate just for you.” Albedo began.

“It has the health benefits of dark chocolate but it’s just as sweet as milk chocolate.” Surose finished

“That sounds amazing. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you two!” You complemented

“It’s nothing, if it’s for you…” Surose smiled, it seemed that she realized what she said and ran off as her face began to get redder

“Surose! Wait!” Albedo said as he chased after his lab partner

You just shook your head in amusement and felt someone right next to you

“Aw those two.” Emilie said fondly. “To have what they have.”

“I just think they’re just really close friends.” You said

“If you say so, but before I go. I have something to give you.”

Emilie took a pretty looking box out of her bag and handed it to you

“Oh my gods, it’s so cute! I almost don’t want to ruin this.”

“If you dont try my chocolates then that’ll hurt my feelings.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll eat them as soon as I get home!”

“I’m just kidding~ well then toodle-oo.” Emilie said as walked away

You kept walking down the hall and down the stairs to the 2nd floor until you saw another familiar face

“Al Haitham, hi!” You greeted as you walked up to him

“Here.” He handed you a little box of chocolate. “I don’t know if you have any allergies so I just got you milk chocolate.”

“Ohh, well thank you-”

“That’s not how you give chocolate to them!” You heard a familiar voice yell from behind you. “You have to start off with a heartfelt speech!”

“Hey Kaveh.” You greeted

“Hi (Name), please forgive my friend for his lackluster speech!” Kaveh began

“It’s fine…”

“It is not! You should prepare a speech on how they-”

Kaveh began to go on a rant about Al Haitham’s speech and waved his arms dramatically. Al Haitham ushered you away from the blonde, the two of you talked as you were walking down the 2nd floor hall

“(Name)! There you are!”

You turned around to see Tighnari and Collei walking up towards you

“Hey guys!”

“I made you some chocolate with some edible flowers in it.” Tighnari said as he handed you a nicely wrapped bar of chocolate

“And I made you a little bear, I didn’t know what kind of chocolate you liked so I opted to make you a stuffed animal.”

“I love them!”

You began to gush about how cute the stuffed bear and the wrapping of the chocolate looked, you were so engrossed by the adorable bear you missed the look of fondness on everyone’s faces

“(N/n).” You heard a familiar voice call out for you

You turned around to see Itto running up towards you

“Itto!” You greeted, missing the grimaces of Tighnari and Al Haitham

“Here ya go, my número dos!” Itto handed you a milk bread but instead of the usual vanilla filling, it’s chocolate

“Wow, I didn’t know they sell this at the canteen!”

“They don’t, I just picked one up last night on the way home.” Itto explained purposely leaving out that he had to go to 10 different convenient stores just to find one of that flavor

“Oh my gods, Itto you’re the best!”

“Ha! It’s nothing for my number two!” The oni laughed and you soon noticed Shinobu walking up from behind

“Ah, Shinobu! How are you?”

“I’m good, as good as anyone can be when dealing with Itto and the others.”

“True that!” You laughed

“By the way, happy Valentine’s Day!” She handed you a little pouch of chocolate

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, all of you!”

The bell rung

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later.” You said as you went back to class

“Bye (Name).” The two waved goodbye

Once you entered you, your classroom the teacher pulled you aside and they asked you to get their lesson plan from the teacher’s office. No problem it was something you have done many times before and you figured you can quickly do what you were originally going to do during lunchtime since the hallways would be empty

“Okay, I’ll try to be quick!” You said as you walked out of the classroom with your big shopping bag

You walked down the hallway and made sure to go get the lesson plan as quickly as possible, luckily for you the teachers’ office was on the first floor the same floor where the lockers are

You began to open up your shopping bag until you stopped in your tracks

“What are you doing?” You heard a familiar deep voice

You slowly turn you head, praying it’s not who you think it is. Once you finally turned your head you saw Wriothsely

“Hey… Wrio…” You greeted

“Hey, I was looking for you.”

“Were you?”

“Yeah, I wanted to give you this.” Wriothesley said as he handed you a chocolate bar which you took and smiled at him

“Wow, thanks Wrio, I-”

“But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.” Wriothesley began. “Care to explain why you are out of class?”

“Well I was getting the lesson plan for my teacher! You know how forgetful they are……”

Wriothesley gave you an unamused look which makes you realize you aren’t getting out of the situation that easily

“Okay, I go with you.”

You began to follow Wriothesley until you turned towards the door

“CHILDE STOP FIGHTING!” You yelled out causing Wriothesley to turn around and rush out the door. (You didn’t see Childe fighting)

Seeing the opportunity you ran, and ran like your life depended on it. Your feet carried you into the equipment shed . You entered the shed and breathed a sigh of relief

“You came here to nap too?”

You turned your head to see Xilonen laying on the foam gym mats, her blazer thrown to the side

“I’m sorry, I just need a place to hide from someone, if you want me to leave I can…” You said

“Nahh, it’s good.” She yawned out. “I don’t mind if it’s you.” The hybrid began rummaging through her bag and pulled out a rectangular box and handed it to you. “This is for you.”

“Oh, thanks! I don’t know what to say!”

“You don’t gotta say anything, but what I do want is a small cuddle session with you.”

“Huh…?”

“You look a bit stressed, a nap would do you good.”

“Uhh I don’t know.” You looked out of the transom window to see Wriothesley looking for either you or Childe. “Okay, but I’ll lay down for just a second.” You said as you sighed

You laid down next to Xilonen, she closed her eyes basking in the closeness

How can she remain so calm while you’re sweating bullets, this is the closest, physically, you’ve been to anyone in the academy. After gods know how many minutes of this you shot up and left the shed

“Sorry, Xilonen!” You apologized through the door

After calming your heart rate you entered the building through the front entrance. You decided against doing what you were originally going to do due to wasting a decent amount of time with Xilonen

“Skipping class?”

You whipped your head towards the direction of the voice only to see Childe with a grin on his face

“Shit! You scared me!” You whisper-yelled

“It’s so unusual to see you cutting, you’re such a goodie two shoes.”

“I’m not!”

“You totally are.” Childe playfully flicked your forehead. “What are you doing by the lockers? Wait, are you putting your Valentine’s Day gift in one of the lockers?”

“Well, I was…”

“Who?!” Childe shouted

“Are you high?! Keep your voice down!” You chastised as you but your hands over his mouth

“You’re skipping too?” Another voice questioned

The both of you turn your heads to see it came from Dehya

“Ye-yeah. Wait, no!!” You said, “I was going to put something in someone’s locker, but decided against it…”

“Whose locker!” Childe asked with a menacing aura surrounding him causing you to be frozen in fear

“You’re scaring them!” Dehya said as she pulled Childe away from you by the collar. The ginger relented and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I got you some chocolates.” Dehya said as she handed you a small box

“Aw, thank you-”

“I also got you some chocolate!” Childe said and gave you a chocolate bar

“Thanks, Childe.” You said

“So whose locker you putting chocolate in?” Childe asked. “I bet it’s mine, is it?”

“Well it’s…”

“It’s someone else’s?” Dehya asked

“Kinda…”

“Who is it?” Childe asked his menacing aura more intense than before

“Uhh…” You looked around trying to find a way out of this situation. “Hey aren’t those the guys from the gang you hate?” You said diverting his attention to the figures outside

“Hey!” Childe ran out of the building and began fighting the rival gang members

“There you are!” You heard Wriothesley yell out

Shit

“No, I’m sorry!” You shouted out a you ran away from the scene

“Hey!” Bennett said as he spotted you running towards him. “I got you some chocolate-” The white haired boy slipped on a banana peel that he missed. He slipped forward head butting you in the process

You pass out

Opening your eyes you see a light shinning overhead. Looking at it makes your already hurting head a lot worse, you turned away and sat up. All making sure to be slow and not make any sudden movements. Pulling the curtain back you were greeted by Baizhu, the nurse assistant

“Oh you’re finally up.”

“Up? What happened?”

Baizhu explained everything, mainly how you were headbutted by Bennett and the poor boy brought you to the nurse’s office. He was eventually told to leave so as to not overwhelm you once you woke up

“Oh that makes a lot more sense.” You said looking at where your left hand is and seeing a chocolate bar

You picked up the bar and read the note attached to it. It read “sorry for headbutting you, Bennett”

You smiled to yourself and made a mental note on telling the boy that everything was good

“(Name)” Baizhu turned towards you. “I got you some dark chocolate. It has lots of health benefits.”

“Thank you, Baizhu. I didn’t take you to be the romantic type.” You chuckled

“I am when it comes to you…”

“Uhh…”

“Ahem!”

You and Baizhu turned towards see members of the student council in the doorway

“The student council has heard that you were in the nurse’s office and we all decided to see how you were feeling and maybe give you chocolate to feel better…” Jean whispered the last part while unaware of the blush on her face

“Jean is right, it’s our job to make sure that each and every student feel comfortable and well.” Ningguang stated

Kokomi and Gorou tread carefully towards the bed you were laying in and they both presented you two baggies of chocolate

“Please accept this gift to make you feel better.” Kokomi spoke

“Yes, we wouldn’t want for you to be hurt any longer.” Gorou added desperately trying to stop his tail from waging

Ganyu and Keqing slowly walked up to you, Kokomi and Gorou stepped aside to give them some room. Once in front of you they both gave you with a big white box

“Me and Keqing made you some chocolate cake!” Ganyu said with a smile

“Please feel better.” Keqing said

“Thank you, you guys.”

“I bought you some bonbons, I know it’s not made with love like Ganyu and Keqing’s.” Yelan said as he gave you a box of bonbons

“It doesn’t matter, if you bought it, I’ll still accept it.”

Diluc walked up to you with his hands behind his back and his face as red as his fiery hair

“If that’s the case then, I got you some wine infused chocolates from my family’s company.” He said as he handed you a small box with gold wrapping. “Don’t worry the amount of wine is very small so you won’t get intoxicated.”

“Thank you so much, Di!”

“I made you some chocolate mousse, I do hope that you enjoy it, (Name).” Neuvilette smiled as he gave you the mousse

Before you could give your thanks to Neuvilette, Ayato walks up to your bedside

“Please enjoy this chocolate imported from Fontaine. I hope it’s to your liking.” Ayato boasted as he handed you a medium sized box of chocolate

“I got our dear (Name) some of the finest chocolate Snezhnaya has.” Pantalone gave you a box with silver lining

“Is that the best you can do?” Ningguang walked up to your bed and handed you a massive box of chocolate. “This is chocolate made by the finest chocolatiers Liyue has to offer.” She explained with a smug aura

Thoma and Jean come up to you with their hands behind their backs, the secretary went first

“My gift isn’t as extravagant as theirs but I tried my best to make you some chocolate chip cookies.” Thoma said has he handed you a bag of cookies

“I also baked you some cookies, I hope you like them!” Jean said

“I love them! It doesn’t matter if you bought or made them, it only matters that you had me in mind when you presented them!” You said with a smile

You saw members of the student council faces quickly become red, some redder than others

“Cyno, Sara, Clorinde, Chevreuse. What are you doing here? Please don’t tell me you’re here to take me to detention.” You asked as you spotted members of the discipline committee

“We’re here to make sure you’re okay, we heard that you were rendered unconscious in an accident.” Clorinde said as she put her hand over on chest

“I’m okay, for the most part.”

“That’s good to hear, I brought this for you.” Sara said as she held out a box of Inazuman chocolate

“Here is some chocolate, (Name).” Clorinde smiled as she gave you a baggie of chocolates

“I also got you some chocolate!” Chevreuse said as she gave you one of those mega sized chocolate bars

“Whoa, this is massive, Chevy!” You said amazed

“It’s so you have enough energy for your cafe job!” Chevreuse put her hands on her hips. “I know how energy consuming it is!”

Cyno walks up to you and he hands you a nice looking boxes of chocolate

“Chocolate has the power to heal the soul, it’s the ultimate treat-meant.” Cyno said with a grin causing you to laugh

“Ow! My head!” You said after chuckling

You missed the grimaces of everyone in the room gave Cyno, you finally stopped laughing and realized you don’t see your bag

“Uh has anyone seen my bag?” You asked

“Your school bag is in the classroom, I can get it if you need.” Diluc offered

“No I mean the big shopping bag I had all day!” You explained

“I haven’t seen it.” Ganyu said

“It might be in the lost and found.” Yelan theorized

“Okay, I need to get it.” You said as you got up from the bed

“Whoa, whoa. You aren’t in any condition to be running around.” Cyno advised

“They seem fine to me.” Jean said

“They hit their head, symptoms of a concussion could take hours to manifest.” Sara explained

This caused members of the student council to argue with the discipline committee, all of them were so wrapped up in trying to be right they didn’t notice you sneaking out of the window

“Uhh, where did they go?!”

You ran down the back and just when you were about to enter the building a figure jumps out from the bushes

You jumped back and saw the wolf boy, Razor sniffing you

“Lupical!”

“Hi, Razor…”

“Here!” Razor said as he gave you a surprisingly nice looking chocolate bar

“Thanks…”

Razor hopped back into the bush, leaving you confused as hell

Whatever you entered the school through one of the back entrances and looked around for where in the hell the lost and found could be

Out of the corner of your eye you saw both Aether and Lumine walking down the hall, the two of them made eye contact and began running before stopping in front of you. They both were panting and just when you were about to ask them what’s wrong Lumine holds up a golden box

“Please accept these!” She shouted

“No way! If you accept hers then please accept mines!” Aether retorted

“We got the same chocolate asshole!” Lumine said as she elbowed her brother in the ribs

You take both of the boxes and awkwardly thank the twins, but they were a bit too busy arguing with each other

“Okay, I’m gonna leave!” You said as you slowly walked away

You run down the hall and entered a random room only to discover that you stumbled upon the astrology club

“Hey guys, I need your help with something. Do you know where the lost and found is?” You asked

“It’s in the student council meeting room.” Candace explained

“Oh thank you so much-”

“If you are going to go, then please accept my chocolate.” Mona said as she held out a fancy looking box of chocolates

“Thank you-”

“I also got you chocolates.” Candace said as she gave you a baggie of chocolates

“Here you go- zzzzzzz.” Layla fell asleep still standing

“Uhh, Layla?” You asked but still didn’t get a response from her. “Okay, I’ll take the chocolate…”

You took the chocolate bar and kept on your way after you helped settle Layla in a chair

Okay, so it’s in the student council’s meeting room, and that’s on the 5th floor, fuck! You run up the stairs and tried not to die from absolute exhaustion

Upon reaching the 5th floor you were meet with Faruzan and Nilou

“(Name), just the person I wanted to see.” Faruzan started. “As your senior I decided to give my favorite lowerclassaman some chocolate for this fine day!”

“Thank you Faruzan.” You said as you box the little box of chocolate

“I know my gift isn’t as extravagant as Faruzan, but I hope you like it, (Name).” Nilou gave you a small baggie of chocolates in cute shapes

“Thank you, you two. I would love to talk but I’m very busy right now. See you tomorrow!” You yelled out as you started to run towards the student council meeting room

Once in the room you were greeted with your beloved red shopping bag, you check the contents of the bag to make sure everything was in place and left the meeting room

You ran down the stairs but stopped before reaching the 1st floor when you heard Neuvillette’s voice

“You saw them in the astrology club room?”

“They might have went up to 5th floor to get their bag.” Jean inquired

“Let’s find them there.” Ayato said

Shit! They’re looking for you! Why? You feel fine!

You entered a classroom on the second floor and hid for the time being, you didn’t realize it was the dance room until Ga Ming greeted you

“Yo (Name)! What brings you here!”

“Just hiding, please don’t tell anyone I was here!”

“Okay, boss! By the way here’s your chocolate!” He said as he handed you a Liyuen chocolate bar

“Thanks man, see you later!” You waved goodbye bye as you exited the dance room

You down the hall to be in the opposite direction from where the student council was. Looking behind you, you missed the large figure you were running towards. You bumped into the person and fell on your butt

“Ugh, again…?” You said mainly to yourself before looking up to see who you bumped into “Capitano!” You shot up and began profusely apologizing

“Are you alright?” Mika asked

“Yeah, just a little frazzled.” You explained

“I got you some chocolate!” Mika said as he extended his hands out to give you a small box of chocolate

“I also got you some chocolate.” Capitano said as he turned away and gave you a cute looking box of chocolate

“Oh my gods, this is so cute!” You gushed

“Have you seen (Name)?” Keqing just around the corner asked a student

“Ack! I gotta go! Don’t tell anyone I was here!”

You ran in the opposite direction of where Keqing was and was greeted with a flash of light that disoriented you

“Sorry, you ran into the shot.”

You shook your head to see Charlotte and Heizou

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Well since you’re here, I want to give you this!” Charlotte said as she handed you a box of chocolate

“Wow, thanks Charlotte!”

“Hey (N/n), it’s after school~”

“Wait, I can’t tell you the secret just yet!” You said as you held the shopping bag close to your chest

“I can’t take this anymore, c’mon tell me! Or do I have to uncover it myself?” Heizou had a mischievous look on his face

“Is that (Name)?”

You bolted

You ran and looked around before hiding in the closet where they put the cleaning supplies, you just hoped that no one will think of checking there

Finally once the coast was clear you exited the supply closet and ran down the stairs. You finally reached the lockers and checked that many of the shoes haven’t been replaced with the inside shoes

You began your plan

“Have you seen them?” Wriothesley asked a pair of students whose answer were a no

The student council, discipline committee and many of your admirers regrouped after searching every nook and cranny the school had and found no sight of you

“Do you think they went home?” Kokomi asked

“I hope not, they could fall unconscious on their way home.” Diluc uttered

“I know I promised them that I wouldn’t tell anyone, but I just can’t when they’re in danger of passing out somewhere.” Ga Ming said

“It’s okay, you didn’t know, it’s an honest mistake.” Arlecchino reassured

“Big brother Albedo!” A high pitched voice called out

“Klee, what are you doing here?” Albedo asked

“You didn’t meet me where you told me you were going to.”

“I’m sorry, I was helping to look for (Name).”

“Oh (Name) gave me and Nahida these yummy cookies and went home!” Klee happily stated

“Wait! They went home?” Surose asked

“Yup!” Klee said

This sent everyone into a frenzy. You all alone potentially falling unconscious in the middle of the street drove them all insane

Everyone raced to their lockers to get their shoes but stopped

“Ha! I got chocolates from (Name)! Suck it losers!” Kuni cheered triumphantly

“We all got chocolates from them jackass.” Al Haitham said

Kuni looked around to see everyone holding a little box

“They even made me dog safe chocolate.” Gorou said desperately trying to hide his wagging tail

“They gave me chocolate before I could even gift them mine? I will get vengeance!” Eula said

“Chocolate and a cuddle session with (Name)? This is the best day ever.” Xilonen muttered to herself

“What?!” Everyone shouted in unison

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obsessedhoneycomb · 13 hours ago

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Red Mercedes

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: Perfect married life sometimes hides the rotten truth of lies.

Warnings: cheating, slight manipulation, George getting what’s his at all cost, curse words and smut implication

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: After a frustrating week of not having any good ideas, I had a dream, so I finally had something to pour my heart into. It was so intense that it didn't let me eat my lunch, how fast my fingers drummed at the keyboard and my thoughts flew out of my brain. Enjoy it! :) wanted to include my favorite pregnancy trope, but i decided to not go that way this time

———

“Dad, I’m trying to tell you that mum is acting weird.” Your twelve year old son was travelling with George to Cayman Island for this event he was invited to, to speak about his ongoing career path as a leading F1 champion.

George glanced at him, his hands gripping the steering wheel, regally upset about the fact that even your son noticed that something isn't right with your marriage.

“Mum is just tired. That’s all.” he tried to brush it off, but he knew.

“You know, dad, I’m not stupid. I saw her with some man a week ago, sitting at the restaurant when we were out on a bike with boys. She was smiling at him like… Well, not like she’s smiling at you.” his son continued to ponder with his thoughts, pouring his mind out, making George feel uneasy. Pulling over at the hotel they were supposed to stay at, engine off, he turned his body to face his son.

“Buddy, I know that you love your mom, hell, who could not love her.. But she’s- it’s just a phase. I’m gonna figure it out, and you have nothing to worry about.” he tried to reassure him with his soft smile, his eyes betraying him, reflecting the weight of the growing lies.

———

“I see that you’re here with your son, he grew so much throughout the years, aren’t you afraid that he’s gonna be after you soon, you know, with racing and stuff?”

George chuckled, moving his gaze at his giggling son in the first row, his sweaty palm wrapped around the microphone. “Well, there is the possibility, but his hobbies are different. He’s much more of a cyclist, so I think that Tadej Pogacar should be scared of having another rival.”

“Oh, that’s great! Guess the Russell’s family is spreading through the field of sports. It’s a shame that your wife isn’t here with us, we had planned to have a family photo shoot for you, also spending some time on the yacht with the staff here.”

George was professional at keeping his composure, so he just chuckled again, looking at the crowd of people in the small room.

“We can do that anyway, we don’t need my wife for that. She’s busy with some of her other projects, so…”

Everybody seemed to be happy about it, not noticing the slight frown on George’s face and his son’s.

You were staying at home in Monaco, texting with your lover. Your naive brain was living in an illusion that nobody knows, you sneaking around with someone else, secret meetings at the old restaurant on the other side of the town, your red luxurious Mercedes parked in front of it very often. You were really dumb in some aspects and being so careless about getting after your own desires, you hurt your family in the process.

All those years of your marriage you heard it around you all the time, how George is a gentleman, kind guy, loving and caring husband and father, how every other woman would die for having him just for at least five minutes. But nobody saw that toll that had an impact on you, your life when you fell pregnant unexpectedly, and how George married you just because of it. Feeding you with all those empty promises, but leaving you alone through all that maternity shit because he was at the peak of his career while you were breastfeeding his restless son at night.

Yeah, there were times you were genuinely happy as a family, somewhere between the three to ten years of your son, George was more present, you accompanied him at races from time to time, depending on how his and your parents were willing to look after your kid.

But the last two years felt like a nightmare, because George won another two championships after five years of no luck, his fans being literally everywhere, even breaking into your home. You spent a lot of time on the go, changing your location and you grew tired of this. Intimity between you and George was long gone, and you yearned for something he couldn’t give you, the tension, secrecy and passion. Even if it meant to destroy everything you have.

———

Darkness overtook the docks in Monaco, rain washing away the summer heat wave. George stood at the huge ass window of your penthouse, sipping on his whiskey, even though he did not favour the liquid that much, he got used to it from time to time. Your son was away for the holiday cycling camp, and with summer break in F1, it left him home alone with the lingering scent of your expensive perfume you saved for your not so secret lover. His mind wandered over divorce, but he was too prideful to let it happen. He didn’t care about your needs, shameful desires, he wanted to keep his family together. Even if it meant to ruin your sweet secret life. And he knew his plan was working the minute you stepped into your home through the threshold, sobbing quietly, with your dress soaked through, droplets of water dripping down your hair. His lips curling into smirk, he took the last sip of his drink, leaving the glass on the coffee table in the living room, walking slowly to the hallway.

You kicked off your heels, running your hands through your wet hair, wiping off your tears along the way, your mascara staining your cheeks. Feeling how your dress is sticking to your body, you let out a frustrated sigh with a whine, finally noticing George standing in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest wearing an unreadable expression.

“What’s the matter baby?” his tone was laced with smugness, he couldn’t hold it back anymore, seeing the mess you were.

“Nothing.” you muttered, trying to walk around him to get to the bathroom, but he was after you.

“You’re clearly distressed. Tell me what happened. You were supposed to have a night out with girls, if I remember correctly?” yeah, he was playing dumb.

“I was. But my car left me in the parking lot, because the smoke started to go out of the engine and I needed to call the towing service and-” you stopped in your rant abruptly as you got to the part you wanted to erase from your memory and you didn’t want to talk about it with George.

“And? Tell me darling.” his tone was firm, demanding, he caged your body against the counter in the bathroom.

You looked up to see his face, locking your gaze with his, reading his mind. He knew. And yet he was still there.

“He left me.” with your head slumped down you whispered feeling deeply ashamed.

George smiled victoriously as the memory from earlier this week flashed through his mind, him paying that pathetic lover of yours loads of money to leave you, to ruin you, to destroy you.

“Oh baby.” he cooed sweetly, cupping that mascara stained cheeks of yours, listening to your sobs. And that was the last straw and you broke down in tears, all of the suppressed emotions flowing out as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, remorse and guilt building in your heart.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” you whispered into his chest, your tears staining his shirt.

“Shhh… I’m right here baby. It’s okay.” his fingers brushed through your hair affectionately, making you relax.

“You should be disgusted with me…”

“Believe me, I was at first. But from your point of view I somehow understood it.”

“How… How long have you known?”

“Since the first time you giggled at your phone.”

“I thought that I’m good at hiding it.”

“Oh, you were so naive that I won’t notice. You weren’t even creative at hiding your car properly. That exclusive red shade of it doesn't go unnoticed. Even our son saw you many times.”

You shuddered when you felt his lips ghosting against your temple. The mention of your son stabbed you through your heart.

“George, I-”

“Shhh, darling. Your stupid boyfriend ditched you, so let your husband, the man who truly knows how to devour you, take care of you.” George whispered with a soft hum, his lips pressed under your ear.

The way he talked made you feel ashamed. But it ignited something within you, the lust and desire for him. And it made you curse internally at how dumb you were for the past years.

“I’m gonna make sure you remember who you belong to.”

After the night to remember when George really took you like a slut you were, listening to your whines and moans, making you tell him how that lover made you feel, what he did to you, he made sure that you won’t escape his embrace again. Watching you sleep beside him, your body covered in love bruises and marks he hasn’t seen on you for months, he brushed the strand of your hair from your face, smiling proudly at how easy you were. All those years he thought you’re this soft and reserved girl who likes vanilla in bed, only to find out that you loved to be cock drunk all the time, overstimulated to the madness to keep your mind from wandering outside of the wedlock.

“You were so wrong to think that I’d let you go, my beautiful wife…” and his whisper lingered through your sleeping brain like a lullaby.

Please don't use my writings without a permission. Pictures found on Pinterest.

Tags: @chilling-seavey

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jooyeonsvape · 2 days ago

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— pretty girl

genre; smut, some fluff

pairings; nonidol!taehyun, fratboy!taehyun, female!reader

w/c; 2.5k

synopsis; “guys usually think of me as ‘one of the guys’ so i guess i never had the opportunity.” you explain and he hums, then shakes his head. “that’s a shame.”

warnings; dirty talk, female receiving oral, fingering, cursing, alcohol, virgin fingering, guided masturbation

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a/n; i started writing this at 3 am, i got bags on my bags yall wtf. i had no inspiration to write but then i thought about this concept and kinda wrote a plot around it lmao. i hope u enjoy <3

soobin, yeonjun, beomgyu, taehyun, and hueningkai made up the most popular frat house in the college you all attended.

when they’re around, it’s more partying than studying and considering you were their best friend, you were included in that.

“[Y/N], your turn to babysit beomgyu if he gets too drunk tonight.” soobin calls out from his room and you pout, looking at the lightweight boy who is already starting to take shots.

“my nanny for the night.” beomgyu yells loudly and opens his arms wide for you to hug him from the couch he sat at.

you shake your head at his advance and instead take a shot for yourself. “that’s all i’m drinking tonight, watching beomgyu is a full time job, he likes to run around outside naked when he’s drunk.”

“i thought you supported free the nipple.” yeonjun teases and you raise an eyebrow. “i do support free the nipple, but i don’t support free the penis and traumatize the old lady down the street.” you shoot back and everyone laughs at the memory.

beomgyu raises his hands in defense, “it was kai’s shift but he obviously failed.” you nod in agreement and flop on the couch next to soobin who just finished getting dressed for the party.

“well, i was having the best sex of my life that night, so it was worth it.” you scrunch your face at him continuing in detail about the best blow job ever and technique she used on him.

after a minute you plug your ears with your fingers and rest your head on soobin’s shoulder until they were done.

“why are you so grossed out by sex talk [Y/N]? have you even seen a penis?” beomgyu tries to make fun of you but you just raise an eyebrow. “yes, yours, remember? i was the one who caught you, and it wasn’t impressive so i wouldn’t be talking.”

you always talked bluntly and hard-toned around them, which you think helped made them not see you as woman, but more of a sister.

as they all laughed, beomgyu was fake crying and you lean over to give him a hug. “i’m sorry my gyu, i was joking, you have the biggest pp in the world.” you giggle, rocking him back and forth.

“let’s get her boys.” he simply says, wiping his fake tear and the others start tickling you all over until you start kicking.

— —

an hour into the party you look everywhere for beomgyu but finally spot him on the couch making out with someone random. you nod to yourself because now you know he’s safe and inside, then go to soobin’s room.

you were quite anti-social tonight and alcohol usually helps that but since you can’t drink you decided to just watch movies in soobin’s room until the party is over.

you press play on the movie and set a timer for 30 minutes so you know when to check on beomgyu again.

“it’s unlocked,” you yell out, not feeling like standing up again and taehyun walks in with his bright smile that lights up any room.

“i thought you might’ve needed this.” he chuckles and hands you one of his blended alcohol mixtures. “i didn’t put a lot of tequila in it, don’t worry, you won’t get drunk.”

you take a sip and hum, “yummy, thank you. how is the party?” you ask and he sits at the end of the bed. “it’s the same as always, drunk people everywhere.”

you nod and take another sip of the drink before setting it aside. “why are you in here? there’s dudes out there asking about you.”

“i’m good, they’re probably drunk and expect me to put out just because i’m friends with 5 guys.” you giggle and shake your head at the thought of letting them touch you.

“it’s college though, this is our prime.” you just shrug your shoulders gently, “i’m not looking for a fuck and dump.”

he hums and the room randomly got awkward which usually wasn’t the case with taehyun. “why are you being nosey tonight?” you finally speak and he chuckles, “i just didn’t want you to miss out i guess, may i join you in here?”

you scoot over on the bed to make room for taehyun and take the drink he made down in one gulp.

he admires you taking the whole thing at once and laughs at the face you made. even though you weren’t drunk, his laughing makes you join him and soon the both of you were laughing at nothing but each others noises.

“are you sure you aren’t a lightweight [Y/N]?” taehyun questions with a soft chuckle when the two of you settle down. “no, i think your energy just makes me drunk.”

he nods and looks at the tv, wrapping his arm behind you so the two of you were cuddling, it didn’t feel uncomfortable but it was definitely new for you.

“i have another question.” taehyun speaks up 10 minutes later and you look up at him. “yes?” he bites the inside of his cheek as he tries to find a proper way to ask it. “are you a virgin?”

you blush at the sudden curiosity of your friend and hide your face in his shoulder. “yes, guys usually think of me as ‘one of the guys’ so i guess i never had the opportunity.” you explain and he hums, then shakes his head. “that’s a shame.”

“no i’m okay with it, i don’t know what i’m missing, so i don’t really try to find it.” taehyun clicks his tongue and looks down at you. “you’re not one of the guys, you’re just [Y/N].”

you purse your lips at the sound of him talking and look up at him again. “was that a compliment?” taehyun chuckles and hums, eyes still on the tv as he rubs your exposed belly, due to the crop top you’re wearing, with his thumb.

your eyes go down to his movements and he notices, “is that bothering you?” you shake your head and smile.

taehyun traces his finger tip around your hip and plays with the waistband of your shorts, “will you tell me when i start making you uncomfortable?” he asks softly and you take a deep breath before nodding.

he slowly slides his fingers under your shorts and quickly finds your clit through your panties, giving it a soft rub.

“have you ever masturbated?” he asks in your ear with a low voice you weren’t used to. “yes.” he lets out a chuckle and continues to rub.

“do you like my hand better?”

your breath hitched before you nod fast, “y-yes.”

taehyun smirks and lifts up your panties, putting pressure on your bare clit with his finger to see how sensitive you were.

you gasp at the feeling and buck your hips softly in his hand. “has anyone ever licked your pussy?” he questioned, sliding one of his fingers up and down your folds to get your clit wet.

you shake your head with a whine at his fingers and he nods in return. “may i be the first?”

the thought of losing your virginity tonight made you nervous but also excited so you nod hesitantly. “are you sure? use your words.”

you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together which made him chuckle. “you can eat my pussy.” taehyun smirks and sits up, taking the blanket off of you so he could kiss your belly.

“i’ll stop when you want me to pretty girl.” he reassures and you nod, looking down at him so close to something only you have ever touched.

he takes off your shorts and panties together, then looks up at you with smirk. “it should be criminal to keep something so beautiful hidden.” taehyun laughs, admiring your glistening pussy while you blush.

he leans in and gives your clit a few kisses to see your reaction. each kiss made your body jolt a little with sensitivity and he smiles, finding it cute.

“spread your legs wider.” he says in a comforting voice and you comply, spreading further with a shy blush.

taehyun licks his tongue up and down to lap up your juices with a hum, “sweet.” you giggle at him and hide your face.

your hips involuntary jerk when he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks, then moving his tongue in swirling movements. “fuck.” you moan out, tilting your head back in pleasure.

taehyun was very skillful with his mouth, he knew how to make a woman feel good. while his tongue was busy flicking your clit over and over, his finger hovered your hole.

“have you ever fingered yourself?” he asks when he pulls away from your clit and smirks, rubbing the hole slowly. “yes.” he hums, not satisfied with the answer. “tell me how it felt pretty girl.”

you blush at the name and look down to meet his eyes. “it was amazing, i put two fingers in and was shaking from how good it felt.”

taehyun swiftly goes up to your face and kisses your lips deeply before adding a finger inside your pussy with no warning which made you moan in the kiss.

“i think you’ve been secretly waiting for someone to fuck you with the way you talk.” he growls in your ear while he pumps his finger hard inside of you and adds a second one.

you gasp at the second finger, feeling your walls stretch with each thrust until it was used to the size. “i make myself cum just fine.” you smirk breathlessly and spread your legs wider.

“i’m sure you do pretty girl, but when i’m done with you, you’ll be wanting more than fingers.” you hated to admit he was right, all you wanted now was to feel his dick inside of you.

you kiss his lips again and moan so the party goers didn’t hear you yelling his name, which you wanted to do.

taehyun curls his fingers inside of you so he hit your spot each time and you whimper at the feeling. “rub your clit baby, just like you do when you’re alone.”

you blush and do as he says, starting to sweat at the feeling of being close. he watches when you lick your fingers then rub your nub as fast as you can and he smirks. “are you about to cum?”you nod and throw your head back so you could let out a strained moan.

when he heard you were close, he goes back down and moves your hand so he could take your clit in his mouth again.

with the pressure of his fingers pounding into you and his tongue flicking your clit fast, you finally let out a loud moan then cum hard on his slender fingers. he smirks against you and pulls out with his tongue still swirling around your clit until you were twitching from sensitivity.

he wipes his mouth after licking all your juices up and lays next to you again, satisfied with his work. “that was the best feeling i’ve ever had.” you giggle and wipe your forehead of sweat and try to steady your breathing.

taehyun chuckles and kisses your forehead gently, “good, i’m glad i could help.” you were still naked on the bottom half of your body when soobin opens the door.

you shuffle to find the blanket and he makes a frowned face. “on my bed? taehyun, your room is literally right next door. the party is almost over and beomgyu is no where to be seen, have you been checking on him [Y/N]?”

you press your lips together and notice your phone alarm has been ringing for the past 20 minutes but the pleasure took over all your other senses.

“i’ll find him, get cleaned up [Y/N] and go to your room taehyun.” he shakes his head and you try not to laugh.

“yes dad.” you both say in unison and laugh with each other.

soobin sighs and mutters words you couldn’t hear, “let’s go pretty girl, tonight you’re sleeping in my room, i think we’ll have some more fun.”

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vinylfoxbooks · 1 day ago

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February 15 - Barty Crouch Jr. | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 1,096 Final Part of Healer Apprentice James Part 1 | Part 2

James knows that they’re getting weird looks. People understand Sirius being here, he’s Regulus’ brother after all and their relationship has been greatly improving since they both agreed to come stay with James instead of their parents. However, James and Regulus are much more under wraps, so there’s many looks being sent their way -- understandably, the ‘Golden Boy’ of Gryffindor wearing a Slytherin tie and standing on the Slytherin side of the bleachers right next to Sirius, Pandora, Marlene, and Evan cheering on their friends and partners.

It’s also how James is one of the first people to make it down to the field the second that Regulus goes down, their friends right after them. It’s how James is the first person not on a broom to make it to his fallen body, especially since Poppy is still up in the infirmary.

Barty, who touched down next to Regulus just moments before James got to him, pushes their captain away and puts up a fight against him -- he’s understandably, trying to get James away from his seeker, but neither Barty nor James care. The others take to making a space around them to get the rest of the teams and anyone else that may have rushed forward away.

James just focuses on keeping him stable, on checking over him, making sure his pulse is still there and his breathing is even before starting on the more in depth searches, pulling out their wand and doing scanning spells. They barely register when McGonagall and Slughorn get to them and are let in by their friends.

McGonagall hunches down on the ground next to the two, putting her hand on James’ shoulder, “Talk to me, what’s going on with him.”

James mindlessly prattles off what they’ve discovered so far to her, doing another spell to keep him stable in case Regulus’ body decides to give out. They barely register the terms falling from their lips, but they know that the woman is keeping up with it -- you can’t be married to the very person that taught James all of these terms for so long and not know how to keep up with it.

McGonagall nods, “Alright, you, Mister Crouch, and Mister Black take him up to the medical wing. Your friends can go with you, I’ll deal with everything here. You’re dismissed, James.” James nods, thanks the woman, and calls for Barty and Sirius. The two come rushing over and help James pick their boyfriend up. The three of them make their way to the infirmary, Dorcas, Pandora, and Evan making a blockade around the three. James hands Regulus off to Barty while they go to prep a bed and Sirius goes to grab Poppy -- this looks like more than James is going to be able to do, let alone by themself.

The woman comes rushing in, telling everyone but James to leave and give them space. Reluctantly, the group does so -- James thinks they hear something about Sirius going to get Remus and be back -- while the healer and her apprentice get to work on doing what they can to help Regulus.

“It’s a good thing you’re a fan of quidditch.” Poppy says once they’re sure that Regulus is stable. James sits on the bed next to his head, watching his face, “I don’t tend to like those games and having you down there to jump in and do what you did today will be a great help and worry off my back.” She laughs gently, her crow’s feet wrinkling at the motion, “Perhaps I should take on apprentices more often.”

James smiles at her, the dread they had been feeling slowly ebbing from their chest now that they’re sure he’s stable and they know what they can do to check on him at any point, “I’m sure it would be nice.”

Poppy stands up and puts a hand on their shoulder like she tends to do, “He’ll be okay. Have faith in your capabilities.” And with that, she walks out of the area, going to do something else. Their friends fill into the small area soon after that, bombarding James with questions about how Regulus is doing. They reassure the group, saying that he’s stable and going to be asleep for a while but they’re monitoring him. They’re informed that Remus and Pandora -- the most rational of the group currently -- went to go see the aftermath of the attack, because they all know that this wasn’t an accident, but will be back soon.

Sirius is the last person to leave after a while, though he seems about starving, so James tells him to go ahead, perhaps even bring up some food for his friend and brother and reassuring him that they’ll be there when Regulus wakes up, no matter their duties with the other patients in the infirmary. Sirius nods reluctantly, whispering, “I’m glad he has you to take care of him.” And walking away.

Regulus wakes up not long after that, just as James is finishing up with their rounds and has sat back down on the bed, “Sorry, did I wake you?” They reach out to run their hands through his hair, hopefully helping him come back to reality, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Regulus grumbles quietly, moving to sit up.

James stops him, “I’m sorry, love, but you can’t sit up right now.” They laugh gently at his groan, “I know, I know, but it’s just going to make the injury worse. I can get you another pain draught if you want.” Regulus nods and they stand to grab one that he’s allowed to take right now, handing it off to him. He drinks it gratefully, asking about what happened. James fills him in, running their hands through his hair and along his face.

“Thank you, Jamie.” Regulus hums, his eyes growing lidded again. James smiles at him and is going to tell him to get more rest, but then Sirius is coming in with some food for them, Barty and Evan in tow, and James is moving to help him sit up in a way that isn’t going to disturb his healing and running another screening spell to assure their friends that he’s doing fine.

James, unfortunately has to leave him to sleep in their own dorm, but they promise to him that they’ll check on him bright and early, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad I have you to take care of me.”

They smile at him gently, “Always and forever.”

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flipocrite · 1 day ago

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I feel like it was in the best interests of America (’s elite) to be deliberately vague about the way our country educated its younger generations about fascism. I went to a magnet high school that did in fact go off-curriculum with a whole year spent analyzing 1984 in English class, but I don’t recall too much of a description of fascism in history class besides “authoritarian”, “censorship/book burning”, and “the bad guys in WWII”. This incomplete education conveys three incomplete ideas:

Authoritarian: fascism is when someone tells me I have to obey rules I don’t like, or that I will face consequences for disregarding them.

Censorship/book-burning: fascism is when people tell me I can’t use hate speech.

The bad guys in WWII: it was a thing of the past, so don’t worry about it.

Now we were smart students, we knew there was more to it. But fascism has a long, shameful, predictable history for which we as a country could have formally prepared, but chose not to. Not, I feel, because it wasn’t important, but because too many powerful people thought “hey, we might want to use some of these authoritarian tools someday, and we won’t be able to do that if people recognized where they came from”.

Maybe things would have been different if the key takeaways had been something like:

Fascism promises good things. It begins as populism, promising a return (i.e. inherently right-wing, reactionary, and not progressive) to economic normalcy/prosperity for the working-class. It promises safety, security, and comfort, like a old friend or… “older sibling”. It might introduce itself as a nationalist (or a patriot if the audience recognizes the former as a red flag), but it will not introduce itself with a handshake and “Hi, I’m evil and I like hurting people.” Historically, however, it has introduced itself bearing a flag and a catchy slogan, “Make Germany Great Again”.

Fascism preys on emotion and exploits it. It takes not just logical, but emotionally intelligent people to recognize this as it’s happening. It justifies division, violence, and distrust by stoking one’s senses of fear, anger and disgust (the three of which combine to create hate). The first thing fascism tells you is “You are fearful and angry and you need someone to blame”, and the second is “These people are disgusting, let us give them what they deserve”. Everyone believes in human rights until someone is an alleged terrorist or pedophile, after which “I’m so fearful, angry, and disgusted that I will actively disengage the rational part of myself that would otherwise seek to verify these allegations. In fact, I won’t even pause to logically acknowledge the dangers of allowing the state to torture or execute anyone subject to unverifiable accusations”. This is where English classes have a duty to drive home the fact that propaganda works best on self-proclaimed “logical/rational/unemotional thinkers”; they have simply chosen to identify their emotions as logical reasoning (e.g. conflating facts and opinions) and that makes them dangerous. Emotions are like assholes, in that everyone has them, you won’t see your own without some self-reflection, and the people who claim they don’t have one definitely have some kind of serious unexamined problem.

Fascism preys on logical thinking and destroys it. It requires a strict control of information and the narrative, and is an enemy of art, science, and journalism (c.f. lügenpresse). Its most powerful enemy, however, is truth itself, which means all institutions dedicated to credibility must be thoroughly discredited. Without truth, there can be no basis upon which logic can stand. This will manifest of course as book-banning/burning, but more subtly (and perhaps more importantly) as flooding political discourse with conspiracy theories and lies, ranging from a constant stream of small ones to the DISTRACTINGLY BLATANT. These may either be doubled down on, serve as a foot-in-the-door, or be hand-waved/forgotten as “They didn’t really mean that”. It would take dedicated teams of experts operating 24/7 to investigate and debunk such a constant stream of lies… if not for the lies “the experts can’t be trusted” and “Everyone lies anyways so it doesn’t matter”. The most effective propaganda has a clear direction and an unverifiable amount of truth. This includes the legendary “All politicians are corrupt” – i.e. “If no one is trustworthy, a logical choice is impossible… so vote with your emotions or stay home”. When fascism appears on your doorstep, it will be selling logical fallacies, and they will be emotionally justified. So when you turn on MSNBC or FOX, ask yourself even before if it is factually true: “Are they trying to tell me what I should think happened? Or are they trying to tell me how to feel about it?”

There are other signs and symptoms of a sick democracy, of course, such as “Suppression of sexuality and deviation from traditional gender roles” or “Obsession with law and order to the extent of sacrificing all privacy to a surveillance state for the promise of security”. But I am no expert to be cited with scholarly authority. This is mostly wishful thinking on my part, since none of this would be able to happen without America also recognizing the dangers of and taking protections against wealth inequality. In that sense, a nation like this was doomed from the very beginning, like watching the life cycle of a dying star.

Dictators in History:

- Hitler – “The good of the state stands above the law.”

- Mussolini – “Everything within the state, nothing outside the state, nothing against the state.”

- Napoleon Bonaparte – “I am the revolution.”

- Francisco Franco – “I am responsible only to God and to history.”

Trump:

"He who saves his country does not violate any law"

#politics #fascism #history #rant #if they say they don’t have an asshole #they’re definitely full of shit

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distracted-milkshake · 3 days ago

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Like ‘Em Weird - Steven Grant x reader

Warnings: bri’ish reader, non explicit sex, snogging tf out of Steven, general embarrassment, slight jerk Marc

Words: 4k

Rating: M

Summary: A fast moving relationship halts abruptly when the cute guy you met at a cafe wakes up a completely different person.

How you helped Steven figure out his body has multiple tenets, and that he doesn’t mind sharing it it’s you

I haven’t actually finished Moon Knight, so any inconsistencies or straight up false stuff is on me. Other guy isn’t here because I haven’t met him yet

Whipping up 1-5k oneshots while I can't get even ten in on my wip is such a me thing it's not even laughable anymore

Also! I have read a lot about DID and talked with friends who have it, and the portrayal of the reader does not represent kind or correct treatment of people with such issues at all, just wanted to be clear that I as the author know that and this isn’t any sort of handbook

AO3 link

“You gonna talk to me or just keep staring?”

Steven blinks, immediately feeling his hands and cheeks go hot.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring–!” He quiets as you stand and drag your metal chair the few feet across the cafe patio to his table, plopping into it.

“Hi.” He murmurs, eyes dropping to his lap as he wrings his hands.

”Hey,” You reach your hand over the table, flashing a smile, introducing yourself.

“Steven Grant.” He shakes it, adjusting in his seat.

“No worries, by the way. I never know how to start a conversation either.”

“I am so sorry, really, I hadn’t noticed. I uh, I don’t do that, I swear, I was just sort of spaced out.” He sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly, running a hand through his hair to get it off his face. “I don’t usually see a lot of pretty girls around, not ones that I find pretty– well, I mean there’re plenty of pretty girls, just not as– you just…” he swallows, wishing he could sink far enough into his chair to disappear from the face of the Earth.

“God I wish I could start over.” He says.

“This conversation, or since you started staring?”

“My life at this point.”

“Take as long as you need.” You grin.

“My name’s Steven, I work in a gift shop.”

“At the museum?”

“Yeah,” he nods, sitting up straighter.

“I knew it, I’ve seen you before! I love that place.”

“Ah! Me too! It’s ahm, probably about my favorite place in the world.”

He goes off about something having to do with history, half of which you don’t quite follow, but you listen anyway.

He tells you about several different exhibits from the museum he works at, stuff that isn’t on the little plaques, going on tangents here and there about the origins of popular misconceptions.

“…and that’s just off the top of my head; numerous examples of it.” He takes a sip of his coffee, suddenly seeming to realize something.

“Shit. Im sorry, I’ve been talking entirely too much. You want to tell me about you?”

“No, it’s cool, I get it.” You laugh. “You read a lot.”

“Oh loads, anything that interests me, I love books.”

“Music's my thing.” You say.

“Oh, do you play?”

“Nah, I collect. CDs mostly, vinyl sometimes.” You finish your drink, setting your cup aside.

“I’d love to get into it, but I should be going. Do you wanna get dinner sometime?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he nods and you pull out your phone, handing it to him to put his number in.

“I’m vegan, but anywhere you like is fine though. Saturday work?” He says.

“Saturday’s brilliant.” You click your phone closed when he turns it back to you, tucking it back in your pocket.

“Brilliant.”

“I’ll call you with the place. See ya then.”

“See ya.”

Saturday rolls around, and you get off the bus to a lovely little Indian place with a bounce in your step.

You had double checked thy had plenty of vegan options, spending the last few days trying and failing not to text Steven every half hour.

“Sorry! I got put on inventory again.” Steven huff as he bounds up to you, making you feel a little silly as he’s all dressed up.

“You’re right on time actually. I just came early.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” He says, exhaling heavily and straightening his back.

He holds up a “Um, these are for you.”

“Oh my God.” You smile, taking them from him and turning them over.

“I hate flowers, but that has got to be about the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Sorry, I’ll uh, I’ll remember that.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, I appreciate it. Shall we?” You gesture to the restaurant door.

“Oh– Of course,” Steven sidesteps to hold open the door for you, and you both head in.

Seated with your food on the way, you look your date up and down expectantly, to which he sets his drink down and explains.

“I am keeping my mouth sealed unless spoken to. Even if it means I’m staring.” He jokes at the end with a smirk.

“Sure you’re going to be able to stick to that?” You tease, taking a long sip from your mango lassi.

“Sure am. Talk to me.”

So you do.

You tell him all about where your from, your favorite band, the kinds of movies and shows you like, and he chimes in with his own, careful not to dominate the conversation with his preferred topics, which as much as you love the sound of his voice, you’re grateful for.

“You know there’s something special about you maybe.” He says when you’re about finished with your meal. “I feel like I just click with you. Is that weird?”

“No, it’s not weird.” You shake your head, meeting his eyes. “That’s not weird at all.”

You walk with him down the street, hands in your pockets from the slight chill, but keeping close enough your arms are almost touching.

It’s quiet, and it’s a comfortable quiet, but you can’t help but feel nagged at by a lack of something.

You come to an intersection, and Steven turns to you.

“Well, thank you, for going out with me.” You take him in, framed in the streetlight, messy hair and nice clothes, pretty eyes catching the light.

“I hope you have a great rest of your night–”

You push him against the brick wall of the building closest and catch his lips in a kiss, startling him as his hands hover over your shoulders, then your arms, before finding your back and waist, pulling you close.

He kisses back confidently at first, then out of sync, then trying to pull away, saying something muffled.

“Good?” You break the kiss to ask, wetting your lips.

“Yeah. S’prised me’s all.” He says, breathing heavy. “I just wanted to say I think you’re gorgeous.”

You pull him back into it with almost feverish urgency, pushing your tongue past his lips and to the roof of his mouth where you find his and press and move against it roughly, hand finding the back of his head to tilt just enough to have the perfect angle to explore.

You recede to let him breathe and Steven catches a dribble of spit with the back of his hand, looking mortified as he having no where else wipes in on his coat.

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “Sorry that’s gross, I dunno if I’ve ever been kissed like that, I’ve no idea how,” he wipes his lips again.

“It’s not like movies. Very, very wet.”

“You talk a lot for someone who stares.”

“In the restaurant. Out here I’ve dropped it now. You know I don’t know if I want to be remembered as that guy in your head.”

“Something else, then?”

“I’m cool with gift shop guy.” He says as you give him lighter pecks on the mouth.

“Much better than spaced out Steven.” You giggle, tracing his cheekbone around back to his ear and down his beck, letting your thumb slip under his collar as you press your forehead against his.

“Yeah well, I find it hard to get a good night’s sleep.”

“I’d like to get a good one with you.”

“Hmnn?” His eyes flit to your lips and then back up to yours, bewildered.

“Oh, oh you mean!” He pulls back and gives an enthusiastic nod, a wide smile on his face.

“Hells yeah.”

“I like your apartment,” Steven says under his breath between dizzying kisses in your entryway, watching you alternate between his throat and kissing him with utter fascination, unsure how to keep up or what to do with just how expertly you’re making him fall apart.

“You haven’t seen it yet.”

You pull him by the wrist through your living space, past the couch to your bedroom, where you shut the door and shuck off his jacket.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked before you can devour any attempts he has at talking again with your mouth.

“Yeah, one sec.” You dig around in your nightstand drawer, pulling one out and turning back to give Steven a gentle shove onto the bed, climbing atop him and undoing his buttons with your free hand.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Steven says when you finish with his top and strip off your own, tearing the condom open and sitting back on your haunches. “This is unbelievable.”

You grab him by the chin, making his heart skip a beat. “Let’s aim for unforgettable.” You say.

Steven lays on his back, hands on his chest, having finally caught his breath.

“That was lovely.” He says.

“Lovely?” You repeat, stretching your spine, side eying him.

He turns on his elbow you look at you. “Lovely. Amazing. Mind blowing. All of the above.”

“Been awhile?” You chuckle, tracing his collarbone to his shoulder before hooking your arm over it.

“You have no idea.” As lost in your eyes he is, he pulls away to check the time, sitting up.

“I um, I should get back to my apartment,” he moves to get off the bed, and you sit up after him, catching his wrist. “Hey wait. Don’t be ridiculous, stay.”

“No, I uh…” Steven stops himself, not wanting to mess this up. If he told you he had some weird sleep condition, that he literally bolted himself to his bed to sleep every night for fear of missing hours or waking up places he didn’t recognize, he was certain that was the kind of thing that would scare you off.

That look you're giving him, that half lidded, cocksure smile, still topless and not even trying to cover it, it’s convincing enough on its own.

“That’d be just fine. Yeah. Yeah okay.” He relaxes back into the bed and you lean up and kiss him.

“Great.” You murmur, pulling him in and tugging the covers back over you.

Maybe just one night would be fine.

Marc wakes up in an unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar woman in bed next to him.

You stir, burrowing your face into the pillows before you feel the bed spring back, blinking your eyes open and pulling yourself up just enough to see him retrieving his clothes from the floor.

“Hey, no rush, it’s Sunday, come ‘ere.”

“I’m sorry, you seem nice and all, but I was not supposed to wake up here.”

“What happened to your accent?” You laugh humorlessly, brow knitting.

“Accent? Jesus, I don’t have time for this, I’ve got to be in Madripoor in like two hours, that idiot was supposed to be back at his apartment.”

He gathers up the rest his things as he mutters to himself. “Yeah yeah I know, I can get to the justice after I get back to his apartment and sort things out there. I swear if this is what gets him… yes. Of course I’m grateful. I will handle it.”

“Hey, wait!” You pull a t-shirt and pajama pants on, following him into your living room, but by then he’s already got his shoes on.

He opens and struts right out your front door without another word, slamming it behind him.

Monday afternoon you take your lunch break to head down to he museum, stomping right up and into the corner gift shop, where sure enough, Steven sits twiddling a pen while he reads.

He sets aside both when he sees you, smile falling when he sees your face.

You plant your palms and lean directly over the counter, huffing.

“Hey, you know I really can’t believe I fell for your shy soft boy act, you pull that on everyone? Or was I just ‘special’ enough to catch your attention?”

“What? I– what are you talking about– hey!” He jumps up from his seat as you push back from the counter, folding your arms.

“I mean what on Earth is wrong with you!” You stare him down as he rounds his station to speak with you.

“Hey, whatever I said, I’m sorry? I don’t– I didn’t mean it– will you please tell me what you are talking about?”

“You jerk. Can you go one minute without lying? Rhetorical, because you obviously can, if it’s convenient to getting in my pants. God! I can’t believe I slept with you.”

“You slept with me?!” He exclaims, hunching over as a couple passerbys give him looks, making you roll your eyes. “Holy shit, I thought I dreamt that.” He says mostly to himself, tugging at the hair behind his ear.

You look at him, jittery, wrinkled clothes, chewing at his thumbnail.

“Are you high?” You ask, tilting your head to get a better look at his face, trying to make out if it’s a bruise or just bags under his eyes.

He quickly shakes his head. “No, no-no-no, I-I don’t do pills or anything. I mean, maybe I should, to be honest– but I’ve never done drugs of any kind.”

You throw up your hands. “Why would I believe you after yesterday!”

“Yesterday? Why– What happened yesterday.”

“Unbelievable. You know, you aren’t worth this. Don’t text me anymore.” You turn to the door, but his whirls around you in a panic, blocking you.

“Wait! Wait, please. Look I don’t know what happened the other night, but I assure you that's not me, I’m not like that, I would never say stuff like that, I’d never use you, I like you! I really like you, and I don’t want to never see you again.”

You study his expression, torn between how completely devoid of any sort of dishonesty it looks, paired with how desperate his tone is, and just who you remember walking out of your apartment.

“You’re acting completely different now.” You shake your head, hanging it and letting out a long sigh before looking back up at him, which you immediately regret because he has the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “I have to get to work. If you think you can explain to me just what the hell is going on with you, meet me at the park at six thirty, I’ll… I’ll hear you out.”

“Thank you,” he folds his hands, needing to shout after you as you make to leave. “I won’t let you down, I promise!”

You give a dismissive wave as you head out museum's front doors.

“…and that’s all I know, I swear.” You’re seated on a bench in the park. By now the sun has set, and the lights are the only illumination with a cloudy night sky.

“I believe you.” You sigh, letting the leg you’d been sitting on down from the bench to stretch. “How often does this happen?”

“Most nights. I’ve been trying not to sleep because of it.”

You shake your head. “Why the hell haven’t you gone to a doctor?”

“Because I can sort it, it’s fine. You go to a doctor if you're sick, I’m not sick.” He fiddles with his hands, realizing your looking at them he smoothes them down his pants and keeps them on his knees.

“Sleepwalking isn’t sick. It-it’s just like, stress, or something.” Even saying it aloud he didn’t believe it, but what was the alternative? That he was legitimately mad?

“Steven, look at me. You need to get help for this. That's mental. It’s not normal. Tell me you’ll get help.”

“I’ll look into it.” He scratches at his

You frown. “And mean it. You need help.”

“I mean it, I will get help.” He nods when you put a hand over his, pulling him into a side hug.

“Thank God.” You murmur.

Two months later, you and Steven are kind of dating.

Though your relationship had taken a big step back, you still texted and called him frequently. You didn’t feel like you could bring yourself to getting any closer, not when you still didn’t know who you had woken up in bed with.

Today he’s over for tea, on your couch with his hands folded, helping himself to the biscuits you put out.

You come back from putting the water on, stuffing a couple cookies in your mouth before he can eat them all.

“Oh! I erm, I got you a copy of that new CD from that band you like.” Steven digs around in his bag, pulling out a still wrapped album, handing it to you.

“Holy cow.” You scoff as you take it.

It was the newest release from your favorite band, and had been sold out everywhere for more than two weeks.

“I can’t believe you remembered. I’m putting this on right now.” You pop on the stereo, slow rock jams filling the apartment as the water boils and you bring the pot to the table, filling Steven’s cup.

“So how are you doing?” You ask.

“Oh, mostly good. I still haven’t figured him, Marc, out much, but I am sleeping better.”

“You figure out just what ‘he’ is yet.”

“No, still no diagnosis. I’m having trouble finding a therapist I like. I also, you know, not keen on institutionalization.”

“Right. Well I mean so long as he doesn’t decide to go on some break.” You grimace, wondering what the hell he could’ve had been up to in Madripoor of all places, if he’d even been serious.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Never mind.” You give your hand a wave.” I still can’t believe I’m how you found out.”

“Hey now hang on, I knew, I just didn’t know why.” He stands up to be at your height, annoyed.

“Or how, or what.” You give him a look.

“Yeah. But I did know.” He shrugs. “Even though he was trying to keep it from me.”

“Well yeah, probably because you’re the nice one. Marc is a prick.”

“The hell did she just say about me!?” Marc growls, catching his eye in his reflection in your tea kettle.

Steven blinks. “He didn’t like that.”

You draw your brow, frowning. “He can hear me?”

“Apparently? I don’t get most of it myself, I didn’t think he could hear me till like last week.”

You push off the back of the couch. “Tell him to come out here and talk to me right now.”

“Uh, right, sure, yeah. Marc, you heard her.” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

When he opens them again, you slap him across the face.

He cups his cheek, turning to look at you. “Still Steven!”

“Shit– I’m sorry!” You cover your mouth.

“You were going to smack him? But that’s me!”

“I thought– I didn’t think it through, really. Is he not there?”

“I can’t really make him come out, he just kind of does it if I let him.”

“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say.

“No,” he shakes his head. “He totally deserves it. Prick is right on the money.”

“Even so, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Already better.” He smiles. “Though a kiss wouldn’t hurt…”

You raise a brow and smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You hang out a while longer before heads home, leaving you to think.

“I want to date her too.”

“What?” Steven looks up at his mirror from across the room. “You won’t tell me where you’ve been pissing years of my life away, what you’ve been doing, but now you want to meddle with the one good thing that’s happened to me, after you nearly screwed it all up? That’s rich.”

“I didn’t want much of anything to do with her until I saw the way she slapped you, I mean, that was unexpected.”

“She’s for sure, isn’t she? All the more reason you will not seeing her unless she asks.”

“Let me talk to her or I’ll break up with her.”

“We’re not together…ish. I don’t know, it’s not the simplest.”

“I’ll ghost her. Delete her contacts. You know I will.”

“Alright! Okay, fine. Jesus.”

He picks up his phone. “Don’t you negotiate in anything but threats?” He starts to dial your number, then stops.

“Hang on… you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You're jealous I have a girlfriend and you don’t. And she doesn’t talk nicely about you.”

“I’d stop talking now.”

“Holy shit, that’s hilarious. You act like you think my life is boring, but you envy it.”

Marc glares at him, jaw working.

“I’ll tell you what, I will set you up, but you have to tell me what you’ve been doing, and where you've been taking me.”

“Khonshu’s not gonna like that.”

“Again with bloody Khonshu. You’re flipping bending over backwards for that fool. Figure it out, cause that’s that.”

“Fine.”

“Perfect. Done deal.”

He hits dial. “Hey so uh, Marc wants to meet you. Properly. I’ve told him he needs to apologize.” Marc rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything. “Right. Yeah. Can you meet me?”

“This… Marc the Merc, the pissy one?” You say, looking him over. You’d met Steven not far from the museum, and held his hand while he relaxed and let Marc take over.

“Yes, it’s me again. Hi.” You meet his eyes, feeling oddly bothered by just how the same they look. It’s Steven, but it’s not.

It’s painfully not him, and yet you can’t put into words how.

“Hey,” you say, not sure what else you’re supposed to.

“Let’s get this part out of the way: I’m sorry I walked out on you. It’s Steven’s fault we were there at all, and I had shit to attend to, but I was less than curt about it.”

“Accepted, if that’s the best I’m going to get.” You nod, and he gestures for you to walk with him, so you do.

“I haven’t been keeping tabs. What’s he been telling you about me?” He says.

“Not a lot. I mean, he barely knows you, and neither do I.”

“There’s not a lot to tell. He’s not supposed to be tangled with my life, but, since he is, I figure we might as well share.”

You stop, and he does too.

“What?” He says. “I’m willing to be more open if you are.”

“What are you talking about? Are you saying you want to get with me?”

“Would you like to?”

He looks you right in the eyes, catching you off guard. Before you can answer he cups your face and kisses you, arm around your lower back, nearly lifting you off the ground.

You pull away, eyes wide, breath ragged, trying to get your brain to catch up with your body, realizing you're right in the street where everyone can see you.

“Too much?” He asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Just– just surprised me.” It’s quiet for a moment.

“His apartment’s not far,” he finally says. “If you wanna see just how much of a prick I am.”

You stare up at your boyfriend’s apartment ceiling, wondering what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.

You turn when you hear footsteps coming back to the bed.

“Hi,” he gives you a little wave, holding out a cup of tea.

You sit up on your elbows, slowly taking it. “Steven?” You say tentatively.

“Yep, it’s me.” You stand up, throwing back half the cup and setting it aside, swallowing. “Everything go okay?” He asks.

You nearly knock him over in a hug, burying your face into his shoulder.

“Better than okay,” you say, smiling against his bare skin.

“Really? Oh, Gods, that's a relief.” He wraps his arm around you, pressing his nose to the top of your head.

“Marc was different than I thought.”

“Now we’re even, he said he’d cooperate with me some more, so I think it all works out?”

“I love you. Both of you.”

“Really? It’s not too weird?”

“Hey,” you press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “I like ‘em weird.”

Even though you had next to no idea what was to come, between you, Steven, and Marc, you were confident you would figure it out.

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precis: some of the infinite things that levi does that will never make you question the feelings he has for you. (bulletins)

content: fluff, just simple little things that levi shows how he loves or likes you

warnings: none, except for the fact that your friends are questionable in some of them.

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❥ Walks to the park was always a part of your weekly routine. It wasn’t the walk itself that made it fun for you, but it was the scene that would entertain your eyes. Watching dogs, carelessly run around fetching frisbees, and tennis balls to return them back to their owners, and seeing people enjoy their time with the small little family that you hope you’ll be gifted one day.

However, these weren’t the reasons why you came.

It was the guy with the undercut who sat right under the shade, sipping what it look like to be tea in his hand, wearing his reading glasses, and scanning the contents of his book that kept you coming back to this very park every week.

You’d walk countless times around the park over and over for at least within an hour at least but under an hour and a half at most.

It made you feel like a creep. You couldn’t stand to imagine if a stranger did what you were doing, whether a man or a woman. That thought alone gave you an unsettling feeling. However, you couldn’t help the longing feeling of him being so familiar to him.

Still, it felt wrong.

You scrunch up your face. Resisting the urge to continue on being a creep, you let out a sigh. As much as you wanted a chance with this stranger, you knew that it shouldn’t happen this way. Please, give me a sign—you begged to whoever was writing your story.

And as you pass him once again, you got your answer.

Just beside his own cup of tea that he bought from the tea shop not too far, sat another cup of tea sat right beside him. Something your eyes were heedless to catch. It’s safe to assume that he’s waiting for his partner to arrive.

Instead of making a fuss about it, you nodded your head all while you continued to walk along the path so he wouldn’t know that you were staring. You accepted that maybe this wasn’t meant to be, and so instead of turning to go around the park a couple more times, you walked towards the entrance.

“Hey miss!” A light jog can be heard behind you.

You turn around, attracted to the sound and the sound that was addressing to you.

The guy with the undercut that sat under the shade. Was now the same guy who was face to face with you—only a couple feet in front of you.

“Fuck, I thought I’d have more time to think about what I was going to say.” You catch his mutter. “My names Levi. I noticed that you’d stare at me every time you took a walk here.”

Your face burns red. “I thought it was weird. But when I saw you do nothing but stare, so I became content with it.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh when nothing was said back to him. Just you and your dumbfounded face. He didn’t know what he was doing, he wasn’t confident in his skills of flirting, but yet, he persisted. “Look, I’m not really good at this, so let me make this short and simple. I bought you tea.” He points to where he sat, and sure enough the tea was still sitting next to his.

“I know it’s not smart to take things from strangers, but there’s something about you.” If possible your face reddens even more.

“If you’re not going to talk at least take the tea. I can save it for later, and we can go back to the tea shop to get another one.” He awkwardly sticks his pretty hands out for you to take.

This could be the sign that you were looking for, and so you take a leap of faith.

You place your hands in his, and you let him guide you back under the shade.

“My name’s Y/N.”

With matching shy and goofy grins, the two of you walk back to the place where he would catch you staring, and he would stare discreetly back too.

⁠❥ Nights out with your work friends were always the one thing you looked forward for on Fridays. You don’t have to worry about working the next day, or the day after.

It seemed like everything was going as planned. A karaoke room reserved for the six of you, everyone participating in the imaginary singing contest that was being held, the winner getting an imaginary one million cash prize, and the food, as well as the booze, was filling up all your stomachs.

Until it wasn’t.

“It’s alright guys, just make sure she gets home safe, and she doesn’t throw up anymore.” Worry etches on your face, you peak into the car and your sick friend was slump over the window, with the support of your other friend—who was rubbing her back.

They all say their quick goodbyes and tell you to be safe as the uber pulls out onto the main road, along with the owner of the karaoke spot, panicking about the vomit that was marinating the floor.

You were now alone.

Just hitting 1 am in the morning, you were now aware that you were standing under lamp spots that provided very limited light.

You knew Levi would be grumpy if you woke him up. With his luck, he’d be able to get at least four hours of sleep, but you also knew he’d be upset at you if he found out if you were transporting back home all by yourself.

After a couple of minutes, conflicted in your situation, you decide to call your boyfriend, Levi.

“Hey baby. I know it’s really late, but everyone left. Is it alright if you pick me up? I’m only about ten minutes away?” You chew on your thumb, nervously.

With no reply, you took it as a sign as annoyance. “I’m sorry Levi, I know I should’ve went—“

He cuts you off mid sentence, surprising you. “You don’t have to apologize, brat.”

“I’d rather you call me to pick you up late at night, than for you to try to get home, all alone.” You hear him get out of bed, sheets dancing as he moves out of them. “Also, who are your friends? Aren’t they supposed to make sure that you get home safe?”

“One of them got sick.” You let out a sigh remembering the different emotions everyone went through. “The uber that pulled up only had four open seats left.” You explained to him.

“I thought there were six of you.” You hear his car unlock, and the car door closing a few seconds later.

“One of my coworkers left an hour ago.”

He lets out an annoyed sigh after hearing where your coworkers were. “You’re gonna stay on call until I get to you. There’s no good reason why you should be by yourself at night baby.”

“I know. If I knew that tonight was going to end up this way, I would’ve planned way more.” You kick your legs trying to busy your body.

“Or just get new friends.” He teases.

You roll your eyes, smiling. “Maybe I should.”

Somehow, his car got to you within six minutes, instead of ten.

As he rolls down the window, and you capture his pretty face, you can’t help the giddy feeling you always get when you see him.

You get into the car, and buckle up. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” Trying to hide his shy smile, he looks away and coughs.

“I’m glad that you’re with me now, and not with your inconsiderate friends.” You smile at his words knowing that that was his way of saying I love you back.

⁠❥ ”Ugh I know! I haven’t ate some in a while.”

You were engaged with a phone call with your friend. The call was at least reaching twenty minutes old, and you just so happened to be in the same room as Levi.

Who was trying to do his work.

“I think it’s been-“ You try to calculate in your head. “Two months?”

“I’ve actually been craving for it recently.” You twirl the ends of your hair standing weirdly leaning on the wall.

Ever since you walked into where Levi does his work, which was ten minutes ago, his progress had slowed due to the constant and loud replies that your friend received.

“No, I used to—“ A small object hits your shoulder. “What the hell!”

You turn to face your boyfriend, giving you looks that could kill you. “Would it hurt to keep it down. Or at least go to another room?”

“Are you okay?” Your concerned friend asks on the other side of the line.

“Hold on girl. My boyfriend wants attention from me. Give me two minutes.” You mute yourself on call.

“Yes, it would hurt if I quieted down a bit. You should know.” You reference to the time you gave him the silent treatment for not even a full five hours, and he was bothering you every second, minute, and hour.

Knowing that you weren’t wrong, he scoffs. “What were you guys talking about anyways?”

Forgetting the fact that your boyfriend threw a pen at you, you get excited immediately. “Oh this one place that sells the best pastries! I haven’t had them in a while and—"

You squint your eyes at him, thinking you caught him in his little scheme. “Actually, I was talking to my friend about this bakery not my boyfriend.”

His eyebrows slightly rise, amused, as he watches you unmute the call, bringing the conversation to your right ear, and walk out the room.

You find yourself in the kitchen now, ready to continue on the conversation, letting Levi to finish up his work.

“I’m sorry about that. My boyfriend—who doesn’t know how to have fun.” You said that loud and clear and on purpose for him to hear. “But anyways it’s these little buns called warm bears because they feel warm, as if someone was giving you a bear hug.”

You pause to hear your friend’s question. “No, I just made that up. But they’re really called warm bears.”

The next day, after a long day of work, you celebrate quietly as the keys to open up to the apartment your shared with your boyfriend.

You mindfully place your work bag where it belongs, and take your shoes off by the door, knowing how Levi gets on you for the lack of tidiness you have compared to him. You walk past the living room, and head towards the kitchen, your stomach ready to eat.

But before you could check out the fridge, a familiar looking box, with new, updated designs on them, was sitting patiently to be open. Attached was on the top was a little sticky note on it with Levi’s handwriting.

‘For you brat, Levi.’

You open the box, and there, the aroma and the sight of warm bears stare right back at you.

Unlike all the other times, it wasn’t the warm pastries that warmed you up, but rather the little act of love your boyfriend continuously pulls off.

⁠❥ You felt awkward watching your friend show PDA with her new boyfriend. Is this how they all felt when you would invite Levi to tag along? Well, it’s not like Levi was one to be into extreme PDA. Anything that involved making out, sensual eye contact, dirty innuendos, or anything that should be kept private wasn’t his thing. He could handle hand-holding, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, having you walk inside of the sideway—to put it simple, the softer kind of PDA.

You were sat at a food court sitting across your friend, trying to get some rest from the two hours of walking around the mall. What you thought was just going to be you and her, turned out a thirdwheel trip for you.

So as you watch your friend maul her boyfriend’s face off in front of you, you couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed.

So naturally to avoid letting your friend know that you were repulsed, even though there was no way she would notice given the fact that she had her face smushed against his, you go and text your boyfriend.

Hey babe. You desperately wait for his reply. And in an instant your phone goes off.

Hi sweetheart. You smile, completely forgetting—what you consider—live porn in front of you.

Your fingers excitedly type back, I’m really bored.

Bored? I’d be annoyed if my friend who asked me to hang out with her was making out with her boyfriend.

Confused on how he guessed right with the lack of information that you gave him, you look around the area for his figure.

Where are you? You text him, after failing to do so.

You wait for his reply, that now suddenly stopped die off. You kissed your teeth, closing the app, to scroll endlessly on social media. Eager to ignore the third wheel feeling, you wanted to see people’s stories. Unfortunately, your face cringes, seeing that the first post you see, was the same exact friend who was making out in front of you.

You let out a defeated sigh, close the app, and turn your phone off. Only to gaze off into the sidewalk wondering where your boyfriend could be.

A pair of shoes shows up in your field of vision. But too involved with your daydreaming, and your goal of avoiding at looking at your friend who was now flirting shamelessly with her boyfriend, you ignore whoever stopped in front of you.

“Are you just gonna stare off into oblivion or are you going to take my hand?” Your head snaps to Levi.

Now filling your heart up with relief, you take his hand, and stand up to greet him with a tight hug. Unlike the couple across from the two of you, you gave Levi a quick kiss on the cheek as a little thank you, and he gives a small smile.

This gets your friend and her partner to look at the two of you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was with one of my friends who wanted to buy something for their partner.” He points to his friend, you recognize them as Hange, who in return waves back with a gigantic smile. “And I just so happened to see you.”

“Perfect timing.” Your friend’s boyfriend chimes in. “That means we won’t need to get you home.”

Your friend who was a little embarrassed by his comment hits his thigh. “Babe you don’t say things like that.”

“It’s alright, we can drop her off.” She says to Levi, with a polite smile.

With a deadpan, Levi looks at the boyfriend, and it’s clear that he already made the decision that he doesn’t like him. “No it’s alright. Thanks for considering it though.” He says only to your friend.

“Just remember for future reference.” He glares at the guy next to her. “If your girlfriend was hanging out with me and Y/N. She wouldn’t need to worry about her ride bailing on her, whether you show up or not.”

Levi turns back to you, his expression now soft, and his hand grabs yours. “Let’s call it a day then darling.”

And with that, he walks off—not wasting another second talking with a guy who couldn’t even do the bare minimum—with you towards his friend, backs now turned to the couple as he whispers, “she deserves way better than that guy.”

You giggle, agreeing with his statement.

⁠❥ “I promise I’m not going to fall.”

There you stood confidently a few feet from the floor. You so stubbornly wanted to grab a book that was inconveniently stored at the very top of a bookshelf in Levi’s office. Your arms were stretched out to its maximum length, but with no use, you barely touched the base shelf that the book sat on.

“Hold on.” Only looking up at the book that was calling your name. “I can grab it I swear!” Levi was next to you, worried that you could fall at any moment.

I mean look at you. On your toes of the highest step of the stool, with one leg trying to push you to somehow go higher.

“Babe you can seriously get hurt.” His arms were angled in a way where you would fall bridal style in his arms if you were to fall.

“Let me get the damn book for you.” His words filled with stress.

He was stressed even more when he sees you, still on your toes, but now jumping like it was going to help you at all. Miraculously, it was working. You managed to swipe the book your way, and with each small jump and your hand swiping continuously, it inched towards you.

You feel a smile grow on your face, knowing that you could prove that you could do it yourself. As the book got closer to the edge, where you could grab it, you swear you felt like you could conquer the world. You were almost there!

Yes! The feeling of accomplishing something so small made you feel good.

And then you landed wrong.

Eyes now wide, pride now spilling out from you, you feel your body slowly pull towards the ground. You swipe at the air, hoping that you could grab on to something, but of course it was too late.

You were about to hit the ground.

Twenty minutes later, here you two are at the hospital getting both your injuries checked out. The whole car ride you couldn’t even look at Levi. Not because you were scared that he was going to crash into something, because he did hit his head when you landed on him. But at the fact that he was silent the whole car ride not even bothering to hum in response.

Seeing an ice pack on his head, and your foot naked—for the doctor to check out—while you sat on the hospital bed. You knew you fucked up big time.

Instead of admitting to your mistake to your concussed boyfriend, you instead let the pride sit in your chest, and wear your head high.

“Babe, why would try and catch me?”

Levi looks slowly to you, as he sits next to you on another hospital bed. The two of you looking hopelessly.

“I’m asking myself the same exact thing.” His face cringes after finishing off his sentence.

Of course now fully observing him, your pride shamefully hides somewhere in you. Feeling a bit foolish at the situation you got you and your ever so loving boyfriend in. Over a damn book too.

“Don’t give me that look.” He says. He adjusts his position, facing the ceiling, and he closes his eyes

“You look pitiful.”

Scratch that. It looks like your pride was starting to show itself again. “Alright then. As soon as I start to say my wrongs, you want to comment on how sad I look.”

He doesn’t reply for a couple of seconds. Letting his beating head calm down, and his eyes open slowly. He looks back at you, lips in a pout and your arms across your chest.

“That’s not what I meant brat.” He hisses at the sentence.

“I meant you shouldn’t apologize, because no matter what the outcome was going to be, I was going to be right beside you the whole entire time.” Again he moves his head back to face the ceiling.

“You did alright trying to get the book.” You almost laughed at his stubborn semi compliment. “But next time. Let me do it.”

“So what I'm hearing is that you’ll be there for me through any life crisis that I go through.”

“That we go through. Also getting a book is not a life crisis. But you know what is? Hearing any more talking. Now shut up.” He cringes again turning away from you.

You smile at his grumpiness.

“I love you too.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear.

What he was able to hide from you was a big fond smile that matched yours.

In the end, whether Levi had enough or ran out of patience with you, he knew that you were made for him. Even when life threw constant obstacles at you, none of it mattered, because what truly mattered to him was the fact that he was with you to experience it all together.

As well as the next lifetime, and the next, and the next…

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