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softshuji · 1 year

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3:19AM | HANMA SHUJI

Title: sugar, spice, and all things nice.

Summary: It's your birthday and Hanma wants to make it special, in a way he knows matters to you most. Link to masterlist here!

cw: afab! reader, mild cursing, mild descriptions of canon typical violence, Shuji is so so soft, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, baby, babe, princess, doll) some kissing, light making out, established relationship, mild suggestive content, overall cute. This is very self indulgent. Reblogs appreciated!

Hanma Shuji scratches his neck as he scours the baking aisle, a basket in one hand, a crumpled recipe torn from a cookbook in the other. It’s late, he knows that and the angry mutter of the late shift workers isn’t lost on him as he peers forward to read the instructions on a shoddily torn paper.

‘What the fuck is this stuff?’ he mutters and tosses another ingredient into the basket, now filled to the brim with the other miscellaneous items. Butter, sugar, vanilla extract (he still doesn’t quite understand how that works), four brands of flour. His suit is still pressed into place, the creases sharp and clean, the hem tapered perfectly down to his waist from the broad swell of his shoulders. But his eyes are tired, half-closed as he squints at the list of ingredients on the paper.

Yes he’s 6’4 and fit, but the hunch of his back, the tired slouch is all too noticeable, especially when his hands itch for a cigarette and shake against his volition.

‘Can I help you sir?’ someone says, and in his sleepy daze he only just registers the voice as a retail service worker curiously eyeing him and the way he shifts on his feet as he looks to no avail for the baking chocolate.

‘I’m looking for…’ His eyes flick to the recipe again. ‘Baking chocolate with um… 75% cocoa solids.’ He’s not sure what that means either but the recipe says he needs it.

‘Just here Sir.’ They reach towards the shelf at his eyeline and hand it to him and he frowns at himself for having missed it so completely. Gosh he really is tired.

He feels the need to explain himself, as if this entire endeavour wasn’t out of character for him already.

‘It’s for my girl,’ he says and drops the chocolate into the basket with a thunk. ‘It’s her birthday tomorrow. Wanted to make her something.’

They nod, pursing their lips, eyes cutting to the suit, the basket, the dark shadows on his face, the ink that slips from beneath his sleeve. They turn away and Shuji can see the question left unasked written on their face as they leave him in the baking aisle under the sickly artificial lights.

It’s a tad excessive, over the top, exorbitant even, the lengths he’s going just to make the day special for you, as if the motorbike he bought isn’t still sitting under a plastic sheet in the garden waiting for you. Another indulgent gift.

He rubs his eyes, pressing his palms to his temples as his vision swims for a beat before checking his items out at the self-service. He’s tripped over his feet a few times, dropped his card, cursed under his breath even as he fishes in his pockets for the keys to his car, and perhaps driving isn’t such a great idea in his state, but the need for sleep is weighing so heavily on him and he needs to be in your bed or he’ll die he thinks. Again, a tad excessive, but it’s all he knows. He’s contradictions and indulgence.

The drive home is long and tedious, copper street lights flashing by, dragging across tinted windows and Shuji pressing a little harder on the gas, an unlit cigarette hanging languidly between his lips. More than once, the slope of his shoulders has softened, head drifting towards the wheel. And More than once, he has shaken it off with a shake of his head and a deep breath, the sting of exhaustion pulling at his eyes that are dimmed with sleeplessness.

He knows, realistically speaking, you don’t expect this of him, you never expect much, you never ask and it both pains him and not, that you’re used to the chaos of his lifestyle in a way that never has you demanding him of anything, even when you deserve to, even when he can admit he’s been subpar.

When he slips through the door, the house is quiet, still in that way it often is when he comes home in the weak hours of the night, the clouds pregnant with oncoming rain, the patter of it a clink against the windowsill, the drone of the TV left as background noise. You can never sleep in the silence, in the bareness of the world without him and yet he leaves you time and time again every night, to navigate your dreams alone. You never hold it against him and he wishes you would, wishes you were less forgiving sometimes, less able to hold him together and yourself, less like you love him and more like you don’t.

He pops his head in, and sees your hair spilling across the dove grey of the pillow, your hand cradling your cheek and the other reaching to his side where he should be, where he prefers to be. Maybe it’s because he’s tired and fatigued and the exhaustion seems like its withering in the marrow of his bones, but he loves you so much right then, peaceful, safe in the house you share and if he could keep you there, forever, for as long as he could, he would do it.

He’s silent as he pads back to the kitchen, flicking on the stove’s overhead light and fishing in the bags, frowning against the waxen yellow that fills his periphery.

He reads the instructions and it’s jargon to him really, pulling open cupboards and drawers and cursing under his breath when the metal clinks in a way that has his teeth on edge.

More than once, he thinks he hears your footfall on the stairs and scrambles to hide the countertop with his frame, as if the flour on his cheeks isn’t evidence enough of his midnight endeavours. You don’t wake and he slips the haphazardly created…thing in the oven, tuning the dial and waiting with a patience he finds uncharacteristic of himself, chewing on the end of his unlit cigarette in his suit that feels almost too tight, too cold, scratchy and rough against his skin.

When he pulls it out of the oven, and peels the baking paper, exactly as the instructions said, he’s almost proud of himself. He knows he isn’t doing it for himself, he knows he has nothing material to gain from it, and maybe it’s an apology, far less than he believes you deserve but an apology nonetheless.

For staying.

For trusting him.

For being led by the hand into the debauchery and sin of his world and never making it seem like he’d forced you there, into a place where there is little certainty and even less love, for staying the same regardless of what you had seen with him.

He trips on the breakfast bar stool and his hands skim the hot metal of the tin and he curses, for the umpteenth time, at the crash of metal that clatters to the ground and resounding echo of it that’s swallowed by the house.

He hears you then, your resounding footsteps, sock-clad and light. ‘Shuji?’ you say from the bottom of the stairs, in his shirt that’s entirely too big and thin for the chill that still creeps in through the draughts. Your hair is bunched on the one side from where it’s been pressed into the pillow, the shirt crumpled in the corner from your weight, goosebumps licking at the exposed flesh of your arms. You have never been prettier than now, in his shirt, his house, and safe where he can see you, where there is nothing but you and him.

‘Sweetheart,’ he says and coughs into his hand, his throat heavy with sleep and nicotine and disuse, voice laced with the sluggishness of fatigue. ‘Why are you up?’

‘I- I heard sounds, I came to check just in case.’ You step into the light of the kitchen, the silhouette of him burned and spilling onto the marble countertop, the outline of him ringed in golden yellow, big and beautiful, as if he could swallow the world whole.

‘You came to check? Could have been dangerous, Pretty Girl,’ he says, and attempts to manoeuvre himself enough to cover the fruits of his labour behind him, as if the crumpled paper, torn packets and chocolate on the countertop isn’t evidence enough.

‘Maybe, but are you dangerous?’ You eye the spatula thrown into the sink, the mixing bowl turned on its side with the leftover contents spilling out, the flour that marks a trail to the oven and the fridge and dusted on his sleeves.

‘I might be.’

‘You’re not,’ you say and you step in front of him, his shadow eating you whole, blocking the the fluorescent stove light, the golden hue of his irises now dimmed and flecked with a pale waxen yellow. ‘You’re my Shuji, you’re just perfect.’

It feels instinctual, inevitable when you touch him, with a softness he has grown to love and an honesty that he’s always found abundant in you and lacking in himself. You touch him like you could break him, like he could fall apart at your hands like clay left in the sun. He could and you know that, that it is the tenderest feeling he has ever felt, the warmth of your palms on his cheeks. He sinks, unwillingly, involuntarily, into your cupped hands, lashes kissing at his cheeks as he exhales, the cold drag of tiredness spilling from his bones.

‘You’re tired.’ Your thumb finds the sharp angle of his cheekbones, his jaw, tracing over the fine details of him, as if you’re committing him to memory, as if you could forget him tomorrow and he could slip through your fingers just so, tumbling into the ether without you.

It’s never been a secret, and you’ve never shied away from the knowledge that on any day like today, where his collar is stained with blood, cologne and smoke and the metallic tang pressed into his shirt that you run your hands on every morning, he might not return.

He knows you know that, you’re smart, diligent enough to be aware of what you were getting into. But it never means he doesn’t worry, doesn’t hold you tighter to his chest when he’s reminded of the lingering fear that he’ll be your death one day.

‘What were you doing?’ you say and attempt to peek behind him where his hands are haphazardly covering something from view. ‘You didn’t come to bed.’

‘I was…’ And he manoeuvres his body to cover his creation, sliding this way and that and all too suspicious to be believable. ‘Hey, why are you trying to look?!’

‘Why are you being so secretive all of a sudden?!

You lean to the side and the broad swell of his chest bumps your head.

‘It’s a surprise!’

‘I want to see it! If you don’t let me, no kissing for a whole week.’

‘Oh yeah? I’d like to see you live up to that Princess.’

‘Do you think I can’t go without you for a week?’

‘Oh Pretty Girl,’ he says and his lips brush your ear, teeth nipping at the tantalising flesh of your neck that he licks in a long line in one go, your breath caught in your throat, dizzying and heady all at once. ‘I know you can’t go without me for a week, you’re a shameless little thing.’

You pull back, hoping the shadow of him swallows the light enough to hide the avid redness spreading along your cheeks, the crimson touch of embarrassment that kisses at your skin and he grins, victorious and giddy despite his fatigue and despite it all. It’s you, and you are worth trying for.

‘You really won’t let me see?’ you say and plant your hands on his sides, his waist where it dips along his hips. You have always marvelled at how real he feels in your hands, how marvellous and beautiful, how you could eat him, and he you, living in each other’s skin, swallowing each other like fruit, like there are no people as insatiable and in love as you. You know there aren’t, you’re convinced you made it up, this thing called love. That it exists for the two of you to feel alone, as if you invented it. All lovers think that.

‘You wanna see it that bad? It’s nothing special, and you had better not laugh or I’m taking it back.’ It’s laced with humour but you can tell by him scratching at his neck, that it’s the closest he comes to embarrassment, as much as he’s able to feel. An awkwardness in incapability, in lack of knowledge, in an inadequacy you know he feels but never expresses.

‘I would never.’ You hold up your hand, as if to swear by it and he steps to the side almost sheepishly, rubbing at his neck, lacking the tell-tale grin, his sleeves rolled to the elbows from where chocolate has stained his cuffs, smeared against silver cufflinks that you help him with in the morning, the fruit of your love.

You stare.

And there is silence, loud enough to drown out the patter of rain slapping against the window.

You stare, and you admit, it is lopsided, a little messy, decorating the countertop with half of the batter.

There’s a candle in the centre of his haphazardly baked chocolate cake, unlit and leaning to the side, smudged with a dash of chocolate. And you know, in the very depth of your heart, it is the greatest gift you could be given. It’s him, presenting his heart on a plate, with all that it comes with. The danger, fraught with violence, the chaos of him that’s hot to the touch and wrapped in thorns, that you’ve so effortlessly softened with your own hands. Messy and disordered and lacking in the etiquette of more refined gifts and so entirely yours that it aches inside you, to an extent that has you sniffling into the sleeve of your nightgown, the tears unbidden and unrelenting, disappearing into the soft cotton of your sleeves.

You see panic in your periphery, his darting eyes that move from his haphazard creation to you and your lips wobbling, hunched in your kitchen crying into your sleeves, your breath short and weak.

‘You’re crying, why are you crying?’ he says, and he feels it, the well and bubble of fear that eats at him, panic that’s always so foreign now scratching at his bones, at his head so heavy with the need for sleep.

‘Is it bad? You don’t like it? I know it doesn’t look very good but it probably tastes better-’ and it’s painful to ramble when you’re falling apart at his hands and he wants to touch you, hold you, wrap you in the safe confines of him where he thinks he can fix it, put you together like you’ve done to him, coaxing him away from the shoreline again. You’re inadequate, you are a joke, you are good for nothing but pain. He feels the shoreline creep along the edge of his thoughts.

You hiccup and turn to him, the worry spilling across his face, so beautiful and full of life and lacking the grin that you love and have come to cherish. ‘Shuji, My Baby-’

‘I’m sorry Princess.’

‘Babe-’

‘I’ll get rid of it, you can go back to sleep, I’ll get you something better-’

You grab his collars and tug, with conviction and determination, till his lips all but crash against yours. He makes a sound of surprise in the back of his throat, his hands instinctively coming to wrap around your throat, holding you by the back of your neck and firm enough to keep you in place as his tongue slides against yours. You bite down hard, playfully tug at his lips and it’s all teeth and need and urgency and want, hands running down his chest till you feel the tension slip from the hard rigid muscle of him, till he softens against you in a way that you love him for.

And you do, you do love him, enough to want to eat the sun, to rage, to whisper into his hair every night, to die and kill for him with conviction, as if it’s you that has sullied your hands to get to him. You would go to him crawling and blind if you had to, reach for him wherever, be the hero he has been so many times for you if it meant keeping him. You’ve never needed him to repeat it, to love you in the way others do, romantic and pristine and textbook. You would have him like this, bloodied and guns- blazing and grinning as if the world rested in his palms. It does.

He pulls back, holding your throat in one hand, stroking the column of it under his thumb, resting it in the dip. ‘What was that for Princess? Aren’t you upset?’

You shake your head and bring it to rest against his shoulder, your hands flat on the swell of his back, the muscles shifting and sliding underneath. ‘I’m happy dummy, so happy.’

‘What was all the crying for then Pretty Girl? You worried me.’

‘I really love you, you know that? I don’t say it enough.’

‘You don’t need to, you know how we are, we don’t need to say it.’

You lift your head, and your eyes meet his, glowing a faint amber beneath his lowered lashes, the shadows greying and darkened underneath, and it never takes away from him, never makes him lesser despite himself. You want him, with an unquenchable lust and love and respect and admiration that you have reserved just for him, an avid insatiable want that has you keening in withdrawal when he’s not around.

‘I just want you to know, you’re mine, and I like it, I like everything you give and do for me, you’re my hero remember?’

‘Mhm, sorry Doll.’

‘What for?’

‘Should’a got you something better, a ring maybe, nice pretty thing for a Pretty Girl like you.’ A whisper against the crown of your hair. It’s almost shameful, how easily you love him, how easy you make it seem, as if he doesn’t wash the blood from his hands every night when it’s caked into his nails, as if this life isn’t built on the bones of others that he’s gleefully stepped on, repeatedly, as if it has not meant anything.

‘Don’t.’ You hold his face and frown, your cheeks still wet with tears, your sniffles still drying against the shoulder of his shirt, a small puddle that you know he doesn’t mind. ‘Don’t ever apologise to me, you have nothing to ever be sorry for. I would kill for you, do you understand?’

‘Oh yeah?’ he says, chastised, albeit playfully, and like that, you know you’re fine, more than fine, and perhaps it’s just the fatigue of the day, emotions caught in the way they often are between you. Because he loves you in a way that devours him, fire swallowing up the earth. ‘You’d protect me huh Baby?’

‘You know I would, I’d fight anyone for you.’

He chuckles, breathy and soft, laced with a tiredness that his bones aching and it feels good, it feels right to be here, sleepy and vulnerable and with you. Where he belongs.

‘Yeah I know,’ he says and his lips brush your forehead with a tenderness that you know is yours entirely, another gift to you.

‘Happy Birthday Princess.’

a/n: ah haha yeahh, I don't have any explanation for this, just that the 28th march is my birthday and this is a present to myself ('n' to my baby, who knows who they are ofc) I had this in my drafts since last year actually but I only just finished it. Anyway, thank you everyone, all the time, for everything. if you ever would like to donate to my ko-fi, and i'd love that, but thank you always.

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #toman #hanma x reader #tr

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joshsbimbo · 4 months

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christmas special

part 2

pairings: top! josh futterman x power bottom! fem! reader

warnings: shower sex idk, ur a retail worker, trying really hard to be up to ur interpretation but it’s HARD, whimpering meow, part two is more christmas themed, i’m sorry if you don’t celebrate christmas

a/n: was supposed to be one part and NOT 1.2k words but i got distracted. the original ploy was supposed to be part two (which i’m posting tmr!! muah!)

♡ holidays were the worst for retail workers. rude customers ignore their pleas or push past them aggressively. josh knew it all, not because he worked as one, but because you did. the night of black friday, you came home and dropped into his arms. he massaged your sore body as you ranted about your day of ed sheeran blasting throughout the store, kids sobbing and throwing tantrums, items on the floor, working overtime, not being able to sit down, and how much your boss sucked ESPECIALLY on black friday.

♡ it was the week of christmas, and you were dreading every single day. hugging josh for extra long in bed, pushing into him like a needy cat. mumbling against his skin as you pecked it, "i don't wanna go.."

♡ "i know, baby. i promise when you come back, you’ll get to unwrap your presents, we’ll make cookies and.." he whispered.

♡ your heart dropped, "it's christmas already? fuck.." you buried your face into his chest, mentally cursing yourself out. "i've been so caught up in work that.. fuck, fuck.. i didn’t get any gifts.."

♡ 'it's okay, baby. i understand.." he kisses your skin softly.

♡ "no.. no it's no-" your alarm to get ready for work goes off, and you sink into his touch even more.

♡ "i love you, baby. don't worry, just focus on yourself." he kisses your lips softly, the mint from his toothpaste still very strong.

♡ you groan as he gently lifts you up, you sit there as he starts the shower. he brings all your favorite products as well, like your lotion, and other products you use. when you walked in, his waist had a towel hanging from it, and a big smile on his face.

♡ "i thought this would be nicer than showering by yourself.." he mumbled before covering his face, blushing, "no, this is silly.."

♡ "no! i need this! please.." you take off his shirt you wore as pajamas, he scans your curves unintentionally. "i've been missing your touch since i started working overtime, joshy.." you lay your hands on his chest gently, admiring his features.

♡ josh looked into your eyes, understanding that you needed this. he made sure the water was warm before helping you enter inside, following you behind.

♡ you both let the water run on your bare bodies, he put a small glob of shampoo onto his hand, rubbed it so suds appeared, and massaged your scalp with it. you closed your eyes, enjoying his touch.

♡ "you're so pretty, baby.." he said as he helped you rinse your hair from the remaining shampoo.

♡ you smile, trying to open your eyes to see him. he is so blurry from the water landing on your eyelashes, but you can still see his cute smile.

♡ he did the same with the conditioner, massaging the ends of your hair with it.

♡ as he rinsed your hair again, he admired your face since your eyes were closed. counting all your beauty marks, wanting to kiss all of them, but he knew he would take it too far, considering the location...

♡ the part he was dreading the most. body wash on his hands, rubbing your bare shoulders. you looked deep into his eyes, while his eyes were making sure you were lathered. his hands explored lower, cupping your chest, paying extra attention to your sensitive buds. your breath hitched, and he knew he fucked up. when he finally made eye contact, your face was flushed and your eyes were half hooded.

♡ you whine when he pulled away, grabbing more soap to wash the rest of your body. he gently rubbed your stomach, squishing it and smiling. "i love you so much.." he whispered as he explored your curves. you were always so sensitive to his touch, your cunt drips with the water as you hold on to him. his big and rough hands continue to massage your body with the suds.

♡ "i love you too, but i need you.. my job can wait.. please?" he smiles and giggles, looking away to hide his blush.

♡ “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe..”

♡ he puts his hand between your thighs, making sure the water rinses your sensitive places. rubbing your clit, your folds, and teasing your hole. your hands gripped his arm tightly, not expecting the touch.

♡ he pulls his hands away to cup your ass, rubbing more soap on it as an excuse to grope you. "you're so pretty when you're needy, baby."

♡ "shut uppp.." you mumbled against his skin, leaving him small hickeys. he whimpers in response, his cock leaking more and more as you touch him. you reach your hand around his length, feeling it throb. "please, joshy..?"

♡ his aching cock twitched into your hand, his hips thrusting into your touch, using your grip as a flesh light. "i'll do whatever you want me to."

♡ “keep moving your hips like the pretty boy you are, joshy..” you say, using the body wash as lube.

♡ his breath shakes as his thrusts become faster, “i need to feel you..”

♡ in a mocking tone, “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe.”

♡ “f-fuck you..” his head jumping back, feeling your thumb rub his sensitive tip. his pre cum makes it easier to swirl around his tip quickly, feeling it throb pathetically.

♡ “you know i hate it when you’re acting like a bitch.” you mumble. “but i’m about to be late for work.” you let go of his cock, turning around to bend over against the cold tiles.

♡ his eyes scans the water droplets on your naked body, ogling at your curves. “you’re so pretty..”

♡ “shut up and fuck me.” he wastes no time to position himself infront of your entrance, his huge and rough hands spreading your ass to make it easier. the head of his cock is enough to stretch you out, you whine at the painful pleasure. no matter how many times he cums inside of you, you never get use to the thickness.

♡ his length was worse, perfectly pressed against your cervix. he makes sure you’re gripping the slippery tiles before thrusting deeper, immediately hitting your sweet spot. your walls already tightening around him before he has the chance to fuck you properly.

♡ his arms wrap around your waist, holding you still as he pounds into your sweet spot. wanting to make it quick so you wouldn’t be late, but also wanting to let this moment linger longer. your back is pressed against his chest, he pecks your neck with kisses, whimpering into your ear.

♡ you struggle to hold yourself up, but with his arms holding you tightly against his chest, you barely need to hold onto the wall. your ass jiggles after every thrust, your legs shaking after every sound that escapes his lips. vocal men are the fucking best.

♡ his whines become high pitched, “fuck, i’m gonna cum.. babybabybaby..!” he bites your neck to try to quiet himself. you gasp in response, tightening around him, and tears running down your cheeks from your sweet spot being abused.

♡ “need- your cum, please!” you try to say between moans, his thick cock sloppily stretching you out, before he thrusts deep inside of you. his tip spurring loads of his cum, twitching pathetically as he pants against your ear.

♡ he carefully pulls out, mesmerized by his cum leaking out of you. he grabs you by the chin, pulling you in, kissing your perfect lips.

♡ “i love you..”

♡ “i love you too, baby.”

thx for reading !

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #shower #josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futterman x reader smut #josh hutcherson #smut #lamb writes

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cookabeara · 20 days

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ok i have to be completely honest here. since yesterday i have been writing a shadowzel fic no one fucking asked for but my brain apparently. what is this fic i am pouring my heart into you ask. a retail au. they are working at a fucking walmart and im crying because im putting these traumatized assholes into my nightmare of a job and im having the fucking time of my life writing it. is creativity a curse or is it a gift.

who knows if it will go beyond the draft stage actually but this is how im coping this is how im venting. and you know for god damned sure im including a certain incident that happened to me as a plot point. because projecting my experiences onto my favorite fictional characters is therapeutic.

#i’m left with my thoughts for 8 whole hours of a shift and my brain spits this out

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fungusqueen · 1 year

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jeez...this happens to me so often I think I have some sort of curse or specific aura people pick up on. I’ll be shopping at a grocery store or clothing store, and somebody shopping will flag me down and start asking me product questions, thinking I work there. I wouldn’t have thought about this as a pattern but it’s happened to me TWICE this week! today I was in Nordstrom and this couple flagged me down near the gift wrapping station asking for help...and I was like “Oh you think I work here?” like wtf I’m shopping too. I truly spend all day at my actual job accommodating people that I have to pause and remind myself I don’t owe anyone shit as far as generating sales when I’m not on-the-clock. but I wonder if there’s something about me that says “retail employee”

#personal #weird #does this happen to other people?#also never wear the color red in a Target store #I guarantee people will think you work there #because that's also happened to me

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t3kandson · 10 months

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Forgetful Memories

Word count; 7,318

Fandom; Monsta X

Pairing; Son Hyunwoo X Reader (Sunyoung) Lee Minhyuk X Reader.

Characters; Son Hyunwoo, Lee Minhyuk, Lee Hoseok, Yoo Kihyun, Chae Hyungwon, Lee Jooheon & IM Changkyun

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Slight Domestic Violence, Slight Cheating, Slight Suicidal thoughts, Manipulation, Supernatural powers & Sex.

Notes; Happy Birthday Hyunwoo ❤️😘

“But it hurts,” Hyungwon whined pleading with his friend Hyunwoo. “I don’t think you understand what your asking for,” he reply’s patting his friends shoulder. “I do, I know your skills, your power,” Hyungwon whispers eyes widened. “Once they are gone I can’t get them back. Not even if I wanted to,” Hyunwoo said sternly. Hyungwon knew the elder hated using the gift he somehow was thrown upon. All he remembered was waking in the dark underground derelict tunnels of Seoul. Kihyun had found him scared lost alone and his memory’s wiped. The younger had revealed that he somehow had great powers to remove memory’s. Teaching him how to safely remove them for good purposes especially ones that healed broken hearts. “But I don’t know how long I can continue to live with this pain,” Hyungwon said looking pained. “You said a few months and it’s been that now. She’s all I can think of, breathe even,” he added with tears slipping down his face. “Fine,” Hyunwoo relented sitting up as he breathed in deeply. Helping friends when he wasn’t sure losing memory’s including good times was a positive thing. “You know,”, “their is risks I could lose other memory’s,”,”I know,” Hyungwon said desperately cutting him off. “Let me prep,” Hyunwoo said standing to his feet.

Dipping his fingers in to the Frankincense oil, Hyunwoo sprinkles it over Hyungwon. The settling music to relax both their mind settles them both. Another coating of the aroma, the chants fill the air as he press both index fingers to his friends Temple. Rushed memory’s fills his mind, heart warming of love when they first met. The happiness and joy during their time together, before the pain of the break up. Feeling the vibration of pain attack Hyungwon’s body, Hyunwoo focuses on sucking every one out till the last. The pain and anger of the situation befallen him. Images of the room being thrown in fits of rage was horrible to view. It was one of the reasons he hated doing this for people he cared about. Gritting his teeth he abstracted the final memory of his friends pain. Imagining his violet aura he helped to plunge happiness into the cracks of the missing memory. Absorbing the emptiness and confusion that would have occurred. Panting he stepped back as he looked at the relaxed features on the younger’s face. Wobbling slightly he leaned on the wall, Hyungwon’s pain still cursing through him. “You ok?” Hyungwon said with concern. “You not well?” He asked as his hands fell to Hyunwoo’s shoulders. “Tired, long day at work,” he replied being relieved it seemingly was successful. “What was we talking about?” Hyungwon looked at his friend confused. “You was telling me about your work friends wedding that’s coming up,” Hyunwoo slipped out remembering his plus one invite that brought his woes to you. “Ahh yes so it’s clear I need more clothing brought in. Fancy a bit of retail therapy,” he asked bending for a sip of water.

Before Hyunwoo could respond the door opened as their friend Minhyuk arrived, gift in arms. “Happy birthday Hyung,” he said throwing his arm tenderly around Hyunwoo. “Thanks,” he replied bashfully as Hyungwon’s eyes widened in horror. “Hyung I’m so sorry I completely forgot,” Hyungwon leapt up off the sofa, wobbling that Hyunwoo realised he hadn’t fully recovered from his memory alteration. Minhyuk rushed to his side with concern. It was like he knew automatically as he tilted towards the elder. “You ok? you seem like your a little unwell,” He said letting his hands brush along Hyungwon’s forehead. “I’m fine, I think maybe it’s because I haven’t eaten,” Hyungwon said as he forced himself out Minhyuk’s hold. “I will be fine after I’ve eaten something I’m sure,” Hyungwon said as Minhyuk’s eyes brushed Hyunwoo’s sheepish ones. “Call me for that shopping date,” Hyungwon said walking off a little light stepped then normal.

“You took his memory’s of her away didn’t you?” Minhyuk snapped as soon as the door shut. “Minhyuk please,” Hyunwoo said as he walked to the kitchen in the hope liquor would calm his friend a little. “You swore you wouldn’t do that to a friend,” Minhyuk growled following behind. “He was in pain what did you want me to do?” Hyunwoo snapped as he reached for the whisky. “There is a third person in this or do you never care for the person wiped from their mind,” Minhyuk said with pain in his face. “Look, Hyungwon has been harassing me for months. He needed this now, their was plenty of time for a reunion. It just didn’t happen because he’s clearly meant for someone else,” Hyunwoo said filling the glasses. “But those memories she might have cherished,” Minhyuk said much more calmer. “If you was in his mind and saw the pain he was in you wouldn’t have cared for her memory’s,” he said with haunted eyes as Minhyuk breathed in deeply. “He was slowly losing himself, his depression was crippling him,” Hyunwoo said with fear that made a shiver fall upon Minhyuk. “But how are you feeling?” Minhyuk said seemingly given up his fight. “Exhausted like i always am,” Hyunwoo replied passing his friend his drink? “That’s why I got you this,” Minhyuk said passing the gift in his hand to him. “You really didn’t need to,” Hyunwoo said as he started peeling the paper off. “You won’t say that once you’ve opened,” Minhyuk said with excitement. Hyunwoo looked puzzled when he found the brown metal band ring. It looked like costume jewellery from an medieval fancy dress costume. “I saw Kihyun I told him you was exhausted after your sessions. He past me two of these, it means you get strength from me when your weakened,” Minhyuk said smiling as Hyunwoo felt gratitude towards him. “Wow that’s really thoughtful, thanks,” he said as he placed the ring on. Minhyuk showed him his version of the ring. With the twiddling of his fingers Hyunwoo felt a warm rush of energy charge at you. “Wow I felt that,” he said Before looking to his friend concerned. “How do you feel?” Hyunwoo questioned as Minhyuk smiled his way. “Nothing I don’t feel anything. You sure it’s working?” Minhyuk said before looking back to his fingers. “So you don’t feel weakened from passing me your strength?” Hyunwoo said holding on to Minhyuk’s hands lost in the excitement. Sessions of his mind alterations had weakened Hyunwoo each time. The thoughts that he didn’t have to suffer alone brought so much peace.

Moments like this had made him grateful that Kihyun had allowed Minhyuk to be aware of his powers. It meant that their was some one he could confide in, but also that could help when he felt weakened by his powers.

“Please Hyung,” the concerned voice of his friend filled the air as Hyunwoo’s hands fell to his thighs as he closed his eyes to his dilemma. “You was the one who told me to always think of your friends and who they could be removing. What has changed?” Hyunwoo said opening his eyes in the hope to change his friends mind. “She’s in pain hyung, I can’t bare it,” he said with sorrowful eyes. “Minhyuk you know the complications, you have always been against them even when I’ve been the one who couldn’t bare it. Look at Hyungwon just last month,” He said in hope to convince him to drop his pleas. “He abused her, it wouldn’t even be safe to go back,” Minhyuk said with fear. “That makes it worse, how is she to remember the danger she could walk back into,” Hyunwoo said standing to his feet. “Her memory is what keeps her forgiving him. The love she shares it’s like she prays she can change him. He’s going to kill her eventually if she keeps going back,” Minhyuk said with shaky breath. “If you can remove the memory’s, that love…. I will keep an eye on her make sure she doesn’t return back to him,” Minhyuk pleaded. “Your in love with her aren’t you?” Hyunwoo asked, not too sure why his throat burned with those words. “No, I just want to keep her safe I swear,” he replied standing to take his elders hand in his. Minhyuk’s eyes fell into his and Hyunwoo breathed almost in pain at the turmoil he faced. “Fine let me meet her first, I want to analyse everything,” Hyunwoo said with an uneasy feeling. “Hyung but you,” , “have to be discrete I know, I’m not a fool Lee Minhyuk,” Hyunwoo said turning his back on his friend. His mind crusading an attack of fearful consequences he couldn’t explain.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Sunyoung said with worry as her close friend dragged her towards Hyunwoo’s home. “Babe trust me, he will love you,” Minhyuk said brushing his hands along the straying hair in her eyes. “He’s gently approachable, and you, your amazing,” Minhyuk said as his fingers dragged along her jawline as she smiled her beautiful cat shaped eyes his way. “I forgot I got you a gift,” he said passing her a small box. “What is this Minhyuk,” she said with anticipation. “It’s just something I saw that made me think of you,” he replied as his hands fell to her shoulder. Opening a beautiful Purple Lotus flower broach, it dazzled from the sunlight. “Wow it’s really beautiful,” she said looking between her gift and Minhyuk’s happy eyes. “You are the sweetest,” she added as she leaned up on her toes to place a single kiss on his cheek. “When I saw this I thought how beautiful it would compliment you,” he said taking it from the box. His fingers delicately touching the flower shapes. Stumbling slightly she looked at him with concern. “Baby,” she squealed with worry as she held his arms. “Just it’s such a hot day,” he gasped slightly as she looked to the sun. “Well let’s get out this heat,” Sunyoung smiled. “I haven’t fixed this yet,” Minhyuk said shaking himself off. Piercing the broach into her top, he smiled at her as his fingers raked over it once more. “Aargh,” Sunyoung cried as she dropped her drink, her hands falling to her head. “Sunyoung,” Minhyuk cried out as he threw his arms around her. “What’s up?” He asked with concern as she looked slightly dazed. “Baby?“ he called with his hands cupping her face to look at him. “I don’t know, I don’t think I feel so great you know,” she said looking up at him with sorrow in her eyes. “Let’s get you upstairs, he will be able to help I’m sure,” Minhyuk whispered reassuringly. Looking at his dark calming eyes she nodded before taking his hand to make their way up.

Sunyoung was timid, Hyunwoo could see the tale signs of her abuse. The refusal of eye contact. She seem wary and almost a stench of confusion attacked him. He was feeling all sorts of emotions from her that it was unsettling. Finally understanding why Minhyuk had come despite his feeling of Hyunwoo’s talent he agreed. She didn’t take much persuasion believing that Hyunwoo could use meditation to make her feel stronger. Minhyuk sat opposite them, his anxiety filling the air making Hyunwoo more uncomfortable. “Can you leave us be for a while please. I can feel your concern from here it’s distressing,” Hyunwoo demanded as Minhyuk reluctantly agreed . “It’s ok, your safe,” Hyunwoo says to calm Sunyoung from Minhyuk’s removal. Nodding she relaxed back into the chair as Hyunwoo’s eyes find the broach. Was this a romantic gesture? Was it brought from her former lover? Why did he feel so very unsettled around the object? Shaking his head to dislodge the interrupting emotions he was currently feeling. His fingers dipped into the frankincense. Setting the session up as usual before pressing his fingers to her temple.

A smell of darkness abrupted his nose as he felt suffocated by the intoxicating atmosphere. His body feeling the punches from her former lover. Choking as he struggled under the overwhelming trauma she had experienced. Fighting for the light to bring her peace was hard. Each time he tried to bring it over them both a flash of darkness would attack. Whimpering as she also struggled, fear fell upon Hyunwoo as he fought under the pressure. “Hyung,” you heard from the corner of the room the sound of your worried friend. “Let me help please,” he pleaded rushing towards his elder having re-entered the room. “What do I do?” Minhyuk’s said, his shakey hand over lapping Hyunwoo’s. “Imagine a violet light,” Hyunwoo whimpered as his eyes opened slightly to see Minhyuk obey. Having him by his side seemed to have done the trick, the violent shine fighting easier against the darkness. However, as it finally shone around you, it was like the power was overwhelming, throwing you back. Hitting your head on the Floor by the impact, your eyes briefly saw the same for the others as your eyes shut. What had you done? Had it gone wrong?

Waking up to Changkyun shaking him as he looks relieved from Hyunwoo opening his eyes. “Thank god your ok,” he said stepping back. “What happened?” Hyunwoo spluttered as he sat up to view Jooheon over Minhyuk and Hoseok gently attempting to wake Sunyoung. “We was hoping you could tell us,” Jooheon said as he shook Minhyuk’s unconscious body. “We got a message from Minhyuk telling us to hurry here,” Hoseok said as he seemed to have given up waking Sunyoung. “They’re breathing though,” Jooheon said as Changkyun held his hand to the elder. Standing wearily Hyunwoo took himself to check on the young lady. Fingers falling to her pulse he sighed a breath relief to feel it beating beneath his tips. “I told you they both are breathing, but they look like something knocked them out,” Jooheon spluttered. “The ambulance will be here soon,” Hoseok said reassuringly. Hyunwoo hands fell to Sunyoung’s chest as he shook her knocking the broach that scratched his skin. Yelping he looked to the small bleeding cut as he felt wearily once more. Breathing hard he felt suffocation attack again. But instead of Sunyoung’s memories they was his own.

His eyes falling to her in university, heart racing every time she spoke to him.

Words of arranging their first date, the nerves attacking till they eased of her acceptance.

The warmth in his hand when his hands met hers the first time.

Hyunwoo’s hands fell to his heart as if he was struggling to breathe. “Hyung,” Changkyun cried as his hands rested on his shoulder concerned.

“I love you Sunyoung,” slipped from Hyunwoo’s lips as she was standing outside the door from the date. Her head tilting with confusion as if she misheard. “I’ve loved you since I first met you,” Hyunwoo confessed as his heart beat from the smile on her face. Leaping up towards him her lips fell on his as they kissed for the first time. Though she hadn’t repeated the words back to him, he was happy she had accepted his.

Hyunwoo’s fingers fell upon his lips as he looked at Sunyoung’s sleeping face. Jooheon’s worried features in his view being almost invisible.

Working out at the gym as he struggled with his ever growing manhood when she bent down to tie her shoe laces. The wink in her eyes told him she was teasing him. He was anxious to take her virginity and had put it off. While she thought her hints wasn’t loud enough she became frustrated. “Do I have to initiate everything around here?” She said standing up to raise her beautiful eyes Hyunwoo’s way. The shape of her cat eyes captured her beauty that stole his breath. “What do you mean?” he choked as she chuckled her angelic laughter. “That maybe we should make that next move,” She said brushing her hand down his ripped body. Brushing further his hardened tent in his boxers, he let a moan escape. “What here?” He gasped shocked as he looked around the empty gym. Her deep laughter stole his attention back as she shook her head amused. “Well if you fancy it, but I meant when we get home,” she chuckled.

“I think he’s broken,” Changkyun’s voice pierced attempted to break his memory’s. The concerning voices of his friends falling back to inaudible as his mind continued to race the new memory’s he finally sought.

Door smashing into the wall from Hyunwoo’s desperate passion now he decided to let himself loose on her. Lips, tongues and teeth clashing as their hands couldn’t stop exploring each others body’s. Cradling her, he took her to the bedroom tossing her on the bed. The impact harsh as he apologised before she reassured him she was fine. Tearing each others clothing between hasty kisses that Hyunwoo almost died that second. Her pretty perky breasts standing to attention as he inwardly groaned with how much his cock was strained. Like a crazed animal devouring his prey it wasn’t long before he was between her legs. The feeling of himself being crushed by her walls was making him lose his mind. Her whimpers not helping his impatient state. “Slow down baby,” she whimpered snapping him from his hungry need. Her fingers lacing with his as her eyes hypnotised him as his movements slowed. “Hyunwoo,” she cried as he called her by her name too. “Don’t leave me,” she pleaded as he promised her as he made love to the girl he was crazy about.

“Really what the hell dude,” Hoseok spluttered as Changkyun chuckled. “He’s broken and horny,” Jooheon sniggered amused at Hyunwoo’s apparent erection. But before he could make comment the memory’s continue to flood in.

The pain of the arguments followed the feeling of falling apart. It left Hyunwoo whimpering just from the memory. He could feel the knowledge he was losing her. She had become well known and successful in her career and it felt like he was being left behind. The call of the job that she desperately wanted hit his ears. She didn’t know that he was standing in the hallway from her room. He felt wrong for earwigging, but the minute he heard her excitement he was glad. Sorrow hitting in when she heard the pain fall from knowing she had to leave Seoul. He knew she was crazy in love with him and knew she would sacrifice her career. He loved her too much to let her lose her future, her dreams. Storming the room startling her as she apologised with a promise to call them back. “Baby,” she cried looking at him as she fought to shake her emotions. “We need to talk,” Hyunwoo said hastily, but he knew if he didn’t act while his impulse desire was on fire that second, he knew he never would. “What about,” she said looking at him with the pure devoted love he knew would mess her future up with. “I’m seeing someone,” Hyunwoo inwardly cursed himself for such a horrible excuse. “What,” she said as pain laced her thoughts, horror on her expression as your heart beat so crazy. “I’m leaving you,” he said as he pinched himself, forcing the tears threatening to subside. “What?” She cries walking to him at speed as her hands fall to his collar. “Baby, why you saying this?” she cry’s as Hyunwoo’s conscience begins to struggle. “Because it’s true, you deserve better then me,” he said pushing her from him that she stumbled slightly. His hands reaching to pull her back from falling broke his heart. It was as if by touching her his resolve was faltering. The desire to be greedy to call himself out on his lie and keep her to himself was high. But he had to sacrifice the relationship they had for her career. He placed her sobbing body on the bed as he choked back a tear turning to walk away. Her overwhelming confusion tear filled face haunting him.

“Where is this bloody ambulance,” Hoseok cursed as tears began falling from Hyunwoo’s face. “Any sign of them waking yet?” Changkyun asked Jooheon who was still trying to arouse the other two from there unconscious state.

The pain of living without his beloved was overbearing. The drinks heavily trying to numb the pain he threw himself into. It had been a year and through out that whole time the pain hadn’t eased once. It was like he saw her sobbing face every single minute he closed his eyes. Dreams of the good times and nightmares of the worse, brought tears every morning he woke. Hearing that she had sought success in America was a bitter pill to swallow. She looks so healthy and happy as if she didn’t miss him one single bit. The rage in him that it was easier for her then himself made him bitter. Hyunwoo’s days was filled with bitterness and large amounts of alcohol. Friends thrown aside in fear of being close to anyone he would have to abandon again. When depression sunk him so deep that suicidal thoughts plunged his mind, he was saved. This memory was a little more fractured as he tried to dig harder. Knowing how he got his powers was something he couldn’t remember. The safe warm arms of Kihyun hitting his fragile sobbing body filled his mind. “I can save you, take your pain away,” Yoo Kihyun, Hyunwoo’s saviour said as he nodded. The feeling of his torture being taken from him was a blessing as if he was an angel sucking Hyunwoo’s soul from everything dark. But along with that went his memory’s, every single memory of Sunyoung.

Horror filled his mind, had he pushed her into the arms of her abuser while he had forgotten her. Guilt filled his conscience as he almost choked on his tears. “Let me see him,” he heard the voice of him saving him once more. “I remember,” you cried locking your eyes on Kihyun in your living room. “It’s ok,” Kihyun said throwing his hand through his hair that he closed his eyes to further more flashbacks.

“What did i do?” Hyunwoo cried out to him as he looked at the unconscious body of a helpless person. “It’s ok, somehow your powers called out to you,” Kihyun said tilting his head at his confused elder. “Huh?” Hyunwoo said in despair. “You can remove minds, it’s a error how you got this but somehow you do,” Kihyun said with his calm aura that told you to trust him.

Hyunwoo had gained his powers through him removing his memory’s. He looked up at Kihyun before his eyes fell back to Sunyoung. “Save her please,” he cried, desperate for her to be ok. “Ok,” Kihyun said standing. “Lets see if I can wake them,” he said walking towards Sunyoung. His hand feeling her pulse as he smiled. Removing her cardigan her broach flicked to the floor as she woke breathing heavily. Hyunwoo saw the clip of the broach spin as he looked up towards her. “Is she ok?” Minhyuk’s voice filled the air as you saw him fling his arms around her. Jealousy biting you in that sharp second. “She’s ok, but now the ambulance is here it won’t harm you all to be checked over,” Kihyun said looking at Hyunwoo with concern.

“What’s happening?” Hyunwoo whispered to Kihyun when the doctors had left his hospital bed. “You took the girl who’s memory’s you removed from your own. That’s a rare thing to happen so it was bound to be that nature decided to gift yours back,” he said leaning his hands onto his own thighs. “But where was my memory’s from us when I took hers? I didn’t sense them,” He questioned as Kihyun shrugged. “My guess is because they was ones stolen from yours that they couldn’t be retrieved by yourself during the process,” Kihyun said as Hyunwoo bit his lip in thought. “Why didn’t I noticed the signs, she didn’t even look fazed by my presence,” he questioned. “Again my only explanation is she fell out of love with you. Her pain from her former lover just overwhelmed yours,” he said placing a fake smile. Hyunwoo wondered if this meant did she even love him. She didn’t look like she cared moving onto her career so easily. The negativity biting him once more as he closed his eyes. “You need to let that bitterness go,” Kihyun said looking at him with concern. “How can I when each second I feel that crippling pain as if it never left,” Hyunwoo whimpered. “You numbed it by removing the memory’s. Nothing was done to relieve the pain. Seems that really is your next move,” Kihyun said as he threw his head back in despair. “I think she and Minhyuk is a thing. This couldn’t be any worse,” Hyunwoo crumbled closing his eyes. “I don’t think so, if Minhyuk was such a huge person in her life she wouldn’t have been in pain,” Kihyun said bringing Hyunwoo hope. “Wait you saying she doesn’t have feelings for him?” Hyunwoo said excited. “I’m a memory remover not a mind reader,” Kihyun scoffed as Hyunwoo huffed. “But if I had to guess, Minhyuk crushes over her, but she doesn’t feel anything because of her former lover,” he said looking Hyunwoo’s way as he frowned. “Not you the other one,” Kihyun said rolling his eyes.

Kihyun’s words mulled in Hyunwoo’s mind as he went to check on her. Relief hitting when he realised she was alone. “Sunyoung,” he called nervously. “Oh your..….. sorry I can’t seem to remember,” she said slightly distressed. “I’m a friend, a friend of yours and Minhyuk’s,” Hyunwoo exaggerated. “Oh really,” she said smiling before looking sad. “I can’t seem to remember anything, the doctors think somehow I hit my head,” she said looking down at her hands. She looked so fragile that Hyunwoo wanted to squash her with hugs. The need to feel her in his arms once more cursing through his body. “Yes you did I was there,” he said feeling guilty for manipulating her. “Hopefully it will come back soon, it will right?” she asked looking hopeful. “I’m sure it will,” he replied holding her fragile hand in his. “How close are we?” She asked looking at you with confusion. “Close friends,” Hyunwoo whispered almost slipping that she was his lover from his lips. But his lies had caused too much pain as it was in that relationship. “What can you remember?” Hyunwoo asked into the awkward silence. “Minhyuk bringing me to meet you, but I can’t remember anything after,” she said struggling as he gently squeezed her hand. “You remember Minhyuk then?” You asked as she nodded. “He’s my,” he said pausing as she looked confused. “Wait I don’t remember how I know him,” she whimpered. “It’s ok baby,” Hyunwoo choked rubbing his thumb over her hand as her long hair hit his face . The smell of her lemon shampoo hitting his nostrils. He had missed this smell of her favourite shampoo. “Do you remember your ex?” Hyunwoo asked closing his eyes. “That’s something strange I know I had a relationship I can feel it, like my memory’s locked. But I just can’t seem to see them. I’ve tried really tried,” she said looking up to him. He was sad she had not remembered their moments. But knowing that she didn’t have to think of her other ex was a blessing. The memory’s of what he witnessed flooding his own. Anger at her pain and hurt overwhelmed him. “Are you ok?” She said looking up to him with those beautiful eyes he loved so much. “Yes sorry, just in a lot of pain. I bumped my head too just I didn’t lose my memory’s,” Hyunwoo said as she smiled warmly. “I wish i could have Mine back,” she moaned. “I just remember feeling safe and secure, it’s a feeling I want back so badly,” she said leaning her head on his shoulder. The move made him smile at their close contact but at the same time feeling of anger that she would cherish her memory’s of her abuser. “There is one memory I can kind of remember,” she said as you look to her to continue. “The feeling of sand beneath my toes, crashing waves and being so in love. I see him but not his face, his crazy coloured shorts but he’s so funny I told him I loved him instead of how crazy he was,” she chuckled as Hyunwoo froze. Hyunwoo struggled to form words. She wasn’t picking her memory’s from her abuser. That was him, the first time she told him she loved him. She did hold him in her heart after all, she didn’t forget him. His heart swelled as he looked down, the chemistry buzzing between them. In that second Hyunwoo knew he needed to fight for her. It was his chance to woo her all over again.

Before Hyunwoo could speak Minhyuk walked through the door. His eyes looking confused at the close contact of them both. Hyunwoo’s sure he saw his friend fist ball, confirming to him that his feelings was more then the friendly term he made him believe. “Sunny,” he pouted as he made his way to her taking his hand from her hold. “I’ve been so worried about you?” He said as she looked at him confused. “She’s lost her memory’s remember,” Hyunwoo said looking at him for being so naive. “But you couldn’t have forgotten me right,” Minhyuk chuckled as she looked sorrowful his way. “Sunny you didn’t forget me right?” he repeated in fear pulling her free hand to his hold too. “I know theirs something or someone but my mind is just so vague. I know your Minhyuk though,” she said as he cut her off. “Baby you know it’s me right, I’m that person,” he said pouting. “Really?” She said tilting her head confused as Hyunwoo struggled to hold back a laughter at her being unsure. “How did I tell you I loved you?” She said arms folded looking suspicious. Hyunwoo copied looking his way ready to laugh when he would fail to convince her. “We was on the beach you took me there to sunbathe and mock my horrid dress sense of smugglers,” he chuckled as Hyunwoo choked. How did he know you both had met to use the story as his own. Hyunwoo was feeling anger at her being played. But then how had Minhyuk known that story. His own memory of that was erased and he had come in to his life after his memory’s had been removed.

Minhyuk had made friends with him at the local cafe he worked in. Many nights spent on his laptop researching his new talent. It was the slip of Minhyuk’s eyes that had his secret revealed to him. “Really why can’t I remember?” Sunyoung whimpered as she removed her hand from yours falling into Minhyuk. “You will do soon I’m sure it’s that fall,” he said cradling her. “What happened I can’t remember,” she said holding him that Hyunwoo closed his eyes full of jealousy. “I don’t know they said maybe there was a gas escape or something, isn’t that right Hyunwoo?” Minhyuk asked stealing his thoughts to look his friends way. Nodding he stood not bearing to see them close together any more. “You ok mate?” Minhyuk questioned concerned. “Yes just I need air,” he replied as Minhyuk raised his smile half heartedly his way.

“What’s going on?” Hyunwoo asked Kihyun, annoyed with the situation. “I don’t honestly know,” Kihyun said placing his hand on his shoulder. “Is Minhyuk playing games? That was our memory I just know it was,” Hyunwoo said in pain. “I don’t think he is, maybe something happened for your memory to be mixed up,” he said looking at him closely as if he was trying to see in to his mind. His eyes flashed to his fingers as he looked in shock. “Wait those energy rings, was you both wearing them?” Kihyun asked as Hyunwoo nodded. “He said that you gifted him them to help with energy during my sessions,” Hyunwoo said looking confused. “I did but I wonder if by Sunyoung being the girl that somehow he has some of your memory’s too? Maybe by sharing energy your sharing memories,” Kihyun said still looking at the ring. “So he is in love with her too because he has my memory’s?” Hyunwoo questioned. “That’s a big possibility,” he replied as Hyunwoo felt like screaming at how messed up the situation was. “How can I get her memory’s back?” Hyunwoo asked. “It’s really hard, very hard. Look what you’ve had to endure,” he said as Hyunwoo threw his hands down his face. “So basically me and Minhyuk have the same memory’s. We’re both in love with her and he wins her while I suffer in silence once more,” Hyunwoo cry’s out. Kihyun pats his shoulder to bring calm his way. “Look I will speak to someone who could advise me better,” Kihyun said reassuringly. “But for now go back to the hospital, spend time with her, woo her all over again,” he said pep talking his way.

Hyunwoo had done exactly that, shadowing Minhyuk and her relationship. Most the time he sat their silently just watching them. The pain of watching them together crushed him but he knew Minhyuk wasn’t to blame. But their was moments when it was just them two and every second between them both was peaceful. Every smile she made his way was what kept him from losing his mind. So when Hyunwoo got the call that Kihyun was home he rush to him.

“I have to do what?” Hyunwoo scoffed. “Look I know it’s hard but you never really wanted them anyway,” Kihyun said rolling his eyes. “Not that I couldn’t care less if i lost that ability. I didn’t even want it in the first place,” Hyunwoo scoffed. “About the kiss?” He whispered blushing. “True love’s kiss, how very Disney right,” Kihyun scoffed as Hyunwoo deadpanned his way. “True love breaks your curse,” Kihyun chuckled. “Do you really think this is funny?” Hyunwoo said sounding annoyed. “No I don’t sorry,” Kihyun apologised. “She’s in love with Minhyuk how can I have a true loves kiss when she’s in love with someone else,” Hyunwoo moaned throwing himself into the awaiting chair. “Hyunwoo, her heart knows it’s you,” Kihyun said reassuringly. “And if it isn’t?” Hyunwoo said looking vulnerable. “What other option is available?” He said as Hyunwoo closed his eyes throwing his head back knowing he was right. “Right I’m ready to lose my powers,” Hyunwoo said standing as he pulled at his tie he was wearing. “That happens when you kiss her,” Kihyun said as he looked up at him. “Everything will be back how it was, you two in love, right now one has forgotten,” Kihyun said as Hyunwoo tilted his head. “Oh how easy this is going to be,” Hyunwoo replied sarcastically.

“You can have what ever you want,” Hyunwoo said smiling his way at Sunyoung. “You know I have a boyfriend, this won’t look good,” she says smiling pretending to be concerned. Like she can feel the pull from her stolen memories, she enjoys spending time with Hyunwoo. Not even being scared to hold his hand and let him hold her when she is sad, even though they both know it is wrong. “Then why accept lunch,” Hyunwoo smirks as she chuckles knowing she’s been caught. “I enjoy your company,” she said fluttering her eye lashes. “Doesn’t that tell you something?” Hyunwoo said more forward then usual. “Woah, confident Hyunwoo’s arrived,” she chuckled noticing it too. “Seriously though, I don’t know what this is, I know we shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop,” she said breathing in deeply that Hyunwoo felt guilty. “It’s what ever it needs to be,” he said half heartedly. He knew that what they was doing was unfair to his friend. The memory’s in Minhyuk’s mind might be wrong, but they to him felt right. “I should be running right now,” she grumbles. “Well you better start before the heat gets unbearable,” Hyunwoo teased. “Are you flirting with your life Son Hyunwoo,” She chuckled as he nodded. “Something like that,” he said as the waiter came to take their order. Your hands taking her you smiled when she didn’t remove them as she read the order out. Just as you was about to give yours her phone rang. Minhyuk’s name flashing as they both looked at each other, guilt eating them both. “You better answer that,” Hyunwoo said losing his confidence in that sharp second. Minhyuk had asked her where she was. Flirting blurring the friendship line for something she couldn’t explain was one thing. Lying to her boyfriend was another. It wasn’t long before awkward long silence hit when Minhyuk arrived sliding beside her. The most passionate kiss between them that felt like a warning Hyunwoo’s way.

Hyunwoo had given up hope losing all his confidence as the pain of there relationship ate away at him. He had even started avoiding them both, locking himself away as he felt the pain of his loss return. Reaching for the whisky bottle he sunk his last glass as his mind swirled in drunken pain. Sunyoung’s name on his phone calling him did little to break his despair. Flipping the phone over so he didn’t have to witness another love sick call he closed his eyes.

As soon as sleep fell he was woken to the door knocking. Finding Sunyoung standing their soaking wet shivering broke his heart. “What’s up? what’s happened?” Hyunwoo said thankful that his words wasn’t slurred. “He’s left me,” she cried as pain engulfed him from her heartbreak. “What do you mean?” Hyunwoo said confused as he pulled her wet body into him. “He’s left me, he said he’s seeing someone else,” she whimpered as he closed his eyes. “Why does every person I date leave me for someone else,” she cried as his heart broke. Minhyuk had followed the same path then him. He wanted to fight him for breaking her heart, but he had no right when he made her believe he had done the same. “I thought you couldn’t remember your previous lovers?” Hyunwoo questioned her hoping some memory of him was stirring. Even if it was the negative one it was still a memory that could unlock her emotions. “It was odd, it was like déjà vu. I wish I could explain it,” she said snuggling into him. “I understand I think,” Hyunwoo said with mixed emotions. His hands played with her hair as he realised she needed to get out the wet clothes. “Let’s get you dried up,” he said going to his room. Returning he placed the towel and his spare clothes her way. “Bathroom down the corridor,” he said as she made her way down. Dialling on the phone he waited with baited breath for Minhyuk to answer but he didn’t. The urge to punch him was overwhelming. “There is no point ringing him, he left his phone behind,” Sunyoung said behind him as he looked confused her way. “He left it on the bed when he left me,” she said looking tearful again. Hyunwoo heart stung he had done exactly the same, it was like Minhyuk was re-enacting there split. “You wasn’t on the phone to a new job was you by any chance?” Hyunwoo asked awkwardly as she raised an eyebrow. “No,” she scoffed sounding insulted. “Sorry it was just, yeah don’t worry about it,” Hyunwoo said smiling his way at her. “I’m sure he will come to his senses,” Hyunwoo said opening his arms once more that she happily snuggled into. “I noticed you use the same shampoo,” she chuckled as he mirrored letting her head vibrate on his chest from the sound. “Yeah it’s a smell that I’ve come to like,” he confessed knowing the scent was his favourite thing of hers. “Minhyuk buys it all the time,” she chuckled as Hyunwoo rolled his eyes. Sharing memories was really becoming frustrating.

“Do you want a drink?” Hyunwoo said changing the subject. “Do you have any left?” She chuckled as he clicked his tongue. “I’ve always got good drinks,” he smirked as she chuckled holding him tighter. “I take that as a no?” He said pulling him around her tighter as the connection between them both felt safe and secure. “Just don’t leave me,” she whimpered as if she couldn’t keep her emotions in check. The pain in her voice told you she was struggling with emotions her memory couldn’t help. Feeling the sudden urge to push for them to be returned he placed his finger under her chin. Crashing his lips to her softly he kissed her. Her own moving slowly and passionately as her fingers grabbed to the back of his T-shirt. Hyunwoo felt as if his heart was going to combust. This was it, time to get her memory’s back, get her by his side forever and having his happy ever after, even if he lost his ability to remove memories.

Guilt wasn’t something this time Kihyun had, Hyunwoo had crossed the line when he abused Hyungwon’s mind. It made him angry and the plan set beneath him was perfect. Excitement filled him with the chance to mess with his mind and heart. He could hear footsteps coming his way and he couldn’t wait to fill in the details of Hyunwoo’s final pain. When he would realise that the kiss would do nothing, he knew his pain would engulf him once more.

“I can feel it, the confusion it’s exciting. We finally got our revenge,” Kihyun says out to his visitor who finally arrived. “What happens to her?” The voice said concerned. “I will wipe her memory’s before the confusion haunts her. She will never know she was just someone who held your memory’s,” Kihyun said turning to face the guilt ridden expression befalling him. “Trust me she won’t know, she won’t remember. He will though he will suffer for leaving you all those years back,” Kihyun said reassuringly. “I trust you,” he said not sorrowfully. “Deal is a deal I suppose, let’s remove your memory’s of him finally,” Kihyun said pouring the frankincense into a bowl. “Will it hurt like the other time,” he replied worrying. “No that was just because your memory’s was flowing between you three,” Kihyun smiled as Minhyuk took his seat. Ready to finally let go of every memory of the lover who left him behind.

To be continued ……..

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Merry Christmas to all Christmas celebrators!!

Absolutely wrecked by work this year (curse retail. Damn it to hell) so I wasn’t able to make any of my mutuals lil gifts, but know i love you all very much!!!!

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Christmas 2023

Christmas, a holiday I remember fondly growing up: baking cookies, visiting family members, looking at the houses lit up with hundreds of lights, movies, tv specials, and festive music filling the radio stations. And who can forget about Santa Claus? There’s a religious aspect of it too, but that isn’t what my child brain was looking forward to. That was a normal Sunday morning for me. Just like other aspects of growing up, at some point the Christmas season starts to lose its sparkle. The magic that you experience as a child fades away over time. The memories of waking up before sunrise to bask in the glory of the Christmas tree. The plastic branches adorned with lights and ornaments. The stacks of gifts piled high all around. Something I once loved so much has now become something entirely devoid of meaning.

Christmas is supposed to mean something right? The birth of Jesus, savior of the world. It’s sacred, is it not? Even from an entirely secular view, the Christmas spirit is the driving force of the holiday. Aren’t we all meant to be joyful, giving, and kind to one another? Isn’t that the condition you must meet to avoid a stocking full of coal? I once thought so, but as I grow and see the world for what it really is I’m not so sure this was ever the case.

I am an adult now, so it’s no surprise that I’m not as jazzed for Christmas as I once was long ago. The strange thing is, it feels like I'm in the minority. My coworkers have been decorating the office and buying little gifts for everyone all month, we even did a secret Santa. I don’t want to sound ungrateful here, I like the idea of trying to spread the joy that they all obviously still experience. I just don't feel the same way.

Since the relentless bombing of the Gaza strip began on October 7th, celebrating a holiday that seems to do nothing but print money for the already wealthy corporate executives feels wrong. Buying gifts for my loved ones used to be a fun experience, aside from slight financial stress. This year, I can only think about how the corporations that supply the manufactured cheer are complicit in the crimes against humanity occurring not just on the other side of the world, but here in the United States as well.

With access to news 24/7 I have learned a lot about how the world works. Prisons in the south are using their inmates as actual slaves. American factories have been exposed for violating child labor laws by employing young children to work with dangerous chemicals and machinery. TikTok after TikTok showcasing the horror of endless bombs dropping on a highly populated civilian area. Images of children covered in dust with eyes that tell a story better than any words ever could. We also can’t forget about the deplorable conditions of the cobalt mines located in Congo and elsewhere. Men, women, and children forced to mine the precious mineral by hand so that we in the West can continue to get the newest iPhone, just like the one I received for Christmas when I was 14.

These images have stuck with me, I couldn’t forget them even if I wanted to. Walking through any big box retailer, I am haunted. The batteries powering the season's hottest toys represent the suffering of enslaved peoples across the world. The new pair of name brand tennis shoes were made by a human who would not be able to afford the same luxury. The holiday bonus offered by some employers, is cursed by the federal taxes taken and sent overseas to fund never ending wars in the name of American imperialism.

Where I once saw a beautiful gift wrapped up in a bow, I now recognize the true meaning of Christmas all along: mindless consumerism. I can admit that I am cynical, but I don’t know how to see anything else. When you open your eyes to the suffering that I naively thought was in the past, you can’t go back. While hope is hard to have, the only thing I can do is fight for a better tomorrow.

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oldguy56-world · 1 year

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Boxing Day

Yesterday was boxing day and it was hectic with visitors hence the delay in writing the blog. (I am running out of excuses but you can stop reading any time you like.) I almost called this one Boxing Helena but if you have ever seen that movie it is much too gruesome for a festive time of year. If you have seen it sorry for bringing up the images in your mind. If you haven't, DO NOT WATCH out of curiosity.

Boxing Day is a tradition in Canada and the British Isles. It got it's name because it is the one day of the year you can legally fight over merchandise. They do not recognize it in the U.S. because, well they shoot each other every day and it seemed silly to only have one day to do so.

I have worked retail, plus I have been a shopper for many years so I have seen all the fun first hand from both sides of the counter. This gives me the experience to share with you some of the fun that happens on this special day.

Gift wrap is 60% off as opposed to the 50% off before Christmas. On an $8 pkg you can save an extra 80 cents. We are smart. We bought two packs so that the savings covered the cost of our gas for going there.

Stores like Best Buy will have big screen TV's on at a ridiculous price, but will say they have 10 only. The line-up goes around the building. You are #100 but still stand there waiting for the store to open hoping at least 91 people ahead of you are there for something else like thumb drives.

People come in to exchange their gift for the correct size. If you are a man all they have left is extra small. If you are a woman all they have left is XXL. It is a store you never shop at so getting a store credit means nothing to you. You end up leaving with a mug that says 'Loser'.

Customers will come with a gift receipt and are flabbergasted (first time I have used that word. I also used hence up above so I am on a roll) to find out how little their loved one spent on them. They take it out on the poor store associate. You are better off not giving the gift receipt on these items. Let them go in and when the store says they have to give you the lowest sale price you are off the hook because there is no way you spent so little on them.

You buy scotch tape in bulk to be prepared for next year. Great in theory but I am still looking for the 12 pack I bought in 2019.

People are tired of turkey so mall food looks like a delicacy for the only time each year.

People had to be nice to their family for a couple of days so they need an opportunity to vent. Nothing like cursing at strangers.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Only 363 days left until Christmas. Thinking of this is why we drink on New Year's.

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Character Intro: Chrysos (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Chrys by the others in the pantheon

Douche Extraordinaire by Boreas

Age- 19 (immortal)

Location- Skyline district, New Olympus

Personality- Chrysos proclaims that he suffers from "high self-esteem." He thrives on being the center of attention. Image is everything to him & he takes great pride in his status and wealth. He's charismatic, cocky, & a little bit too full of himself. He enjoys the single life, preferring hookups to an actual relationship.

He has the standard abilities of a god. Being the god of gold & riches, he has a few abilities including being able to summon and control Imperial gold (can also curse it to bring misfortune to anyone that comes across it), summoning & manipulating regular gold, and the ability of chrysopoeia- turning anything to gold & back.

He has a good relationship with his mom Orthosia (goddess of wealth). He also doesn't mind her new boyfriend Aplistos (god of avarice).

Chrysos lives in this MASSIVE mansion built entirely out of gold. It's nicknamed "The Golden Palace." It's located in the Skyline neighborhood of New Olympus. There's a room that's just for his jewelry & in his backyard, there's a fountain that continuously pours out liquid Imperial Gold. He owns a plethora of wild & exotic cats including cheetahs, leopards, and panthers. One of his most prized possessions is his oversized Nemean lion fur coat (added with gold trimmings). Chrysos rarely wears it in public, generally keeping it preserved in a high security vault.

He has a permanent set of solid gold grillz on his teeth that are encrusted with red sapphires & white diamonds.

Chrysos owns his most expensive pair of sneakers. Hermes specially designed & made it- just for him, as an induction gift. They're made out of solid 24K gold. The retail price is three million drachmas.

His go-to drink is a bourbon gold rush cocktail. He also likes champagne, energy drinks, and martinis.

His go-to dessert is champagne ice cream (dusted with edible gold).

In the pantheon, he's real good friends with Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge), Hermes, Eupraxia (goddess of well-being & sucesss), Zephyrus (god of the west wind), Notus (god of the south wind), Tyche (goddess of luck), Agon (god of sports & contests), Zelus (god of envy, jealousy, & zeal), Hemera (goddess of the day), Adranos (god of fire), The Graces, Dionysus (god of wine), Cleta (goddess of whispers), Ditus (god of bisexuality, effeminacy, & fertility), Pheme (goddess of fame), and Gelos (god of laughter). Chrysos really admires Helios (Titan god of the sun).

One of his wildest moments was when he stopped by one of Zeus' parties at his vacation home in Olympia. After snorting pure lotus dust, he ended the night running through a vineyard naked with a few flower nymphs.

Chrysos has his main business- a jewelry line (focusing on gold jewelry) called Galore. He also models for Bow + Arrow, ViVoTrack, Airopolis (Hermes' sneaker brand), and Platinum Alchemy as well as being a contributing writer to Zeus' magazine. He's also currently working on developing a signature cologne.

He also dabbles a bit in the music industry- becoming the newest hottest rapper on the scene. He hasn't released a full album yet, mainly singles. His stage name is 24K Static. Chi has provided background vocals to some of his songs and he's even been a featured artist with a few collaborations with Apollo, Eurydice & the music groups M9, Eclipse, and Discordic Harmony. Many of Chrysos' critics point out his use of different nymphs in his music videos and how overlysexualized they present in the videos. He was even called out by Daphne. He won the Golden Laurel Award for Best New Artist!

He's aware of his attraction & massive crush on Pannychis (goddess of nightlife festivities) as well as having a crush on Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection) and The Hesperides. Chrysos used to date Aglaia (one of The Graces) for a time.

His favorite meal of all time is golden crispy fried chicken with crinkle-cut french fries (with a special aioli dipping sauce). He'll also go through a 20 piece chicken nugget special at Olympic Chef. He also likes smoked tuna & caviar tartlets.

In his free time, Chrysos loves basketball, football (soccer), poker, going to the casinos. clubbing, partying, going to the spa, & playing video games.

"I aim high like a gold atlas/A space you can't even hold/Spiritual, fool's gold/All this paper, I fold."

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irvinenewshq · 2 years

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Interest Foyer founder David Inexperienced says hes gifting away his firm as a result of he selected God

In an op-ed for Fox Information printed final week, David Inexperienced title checked Patagonia founder Yvon Chouinard, who lately introduced that he can be gifting away his firm. In contrast to Chouinard, nevertheless, Inexperienced stated that his determination was as a result of he “selected God.” He defined that his religion was the “true supply” of his success, and gifting away his firm got here all the way down to his personal battle between contemplating himself an proprietor of his firm, or a steward. “As an proprietor, there are particular rights and duties, together with the precise to promote the corporate and hold the earnings for your self and your loved ones,” he stated. “As our firm grew, that concept started to trouble me increasingly. Effectively-meaning attorneys and accountants suggested me to easily move possession all the way down to my kids and grandchildren. It didn’t appear honest to me that I’d change and even destroy the way forward for grandchildren who had not even been born but.” In the long run, Inexperienced wrote that he determined he was a steward, and that “God was the true proprietor of my enterprise.” “Once I realized that I used to be only a steward, it was simple to offer away my possession,” he wrote. The small print of how Inexperienced will give away his firm are unclear, however in an interview with Fox & Pals Weekend final week, Inexperienced stated that 100% of the corporate’s voting inventory has been moved to a belief. “Wealth is usually a curse and, typically, for those who drill down on it, wealth is a curse when it comes to marriage, kids and issues of that nature,” he stated on this system. “So we’re stewarding our firm and, subsequently, our kids come to work, they usually get what they earn… it’s a paradigm change from possession that may actually wreck a household.” Inexperienced’s private web value is $14 billion, based on Forbes. Interest Foyer’s spiritual connections have popped up within the information a number of occasions over the previous few years. In 2014, the Supreme Courtroom dominated in favor of Interest Foyer in its problem to Obamacare’s mandate that required employers to supply Plan B protection, or the morning after capsule. The retailer stated it violated the corporate’s and its homeowners’ spiritual liberties. Inexperienced and his household additionally spent $500 million to open the Museum of Bible, a museum owned by the household that paperwork the historical past of the bible, that opened in Washington, D.C., in 2017. It has since been the topic of controversy following a discovery that some artifacts introduced within the museum had been both stolen or faux. Moreover, in March 2020 (early into the pandemic), the retailer opted to depart shops open as a result of Inexperienced stated they “can all relaxation figuring out that God is in management.” Interest Foyer didn’t instantly reply to Fortune’s request for remark. Join the Fortune Options e-mail checklist so that you don’t miss our greatest options, unique interviews, and investigations. Originally published at Irvine News HQ

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“Can’t sleep?” she asked as I took a sip of my drink. I nodded and she ran her fingers along the side of her mug.

“Lorcan’s in quite a snit over the girl,” she said. “Looks like Cadfael is as much of a heartless bastard as everyone says he is.”

“Cadfael has never cared for her. Not like he did for his son. Her gift is the only thing that makes her valuable to him, and there are other seers.” As the words slipped out, I cursed myself for my loose tongue.

Alannah raised her brows. “And how did you come by all that information?”

“My parents worked at the castle, remember?” My tone was gruff and I averted my gaze, focusing on the table next to us instead of her.

“So they did.” She threw back another swig of her ale. “It’s laughable, really. All the stories that were told of her during the Purge, one would think she would be able to avoid her own demise.”

“Just because she can see the future doesn’t mean she can change it or that she’s all knowing,” I said, my jaw tight.

Alannah tilted her head, eyeing me with a scrutiny that made me shift in my seat. “Myfanwy told me that you’ve been paying our little captive a few visits. I didn’t know Lorcan was so invested in her well-being.”

I couldn’t stop my sharp intake of breath and my spine went rigid.

“Don’t worry,” Alannah said with a smug smile. “I won’t tell Lorcan. She’ll be dead soon anyway, at this rate.”

My stomach clenched and I worked to keep my face expressionless. It was the truth. If Cadfael didn’t come for her, Lorcan would have no further use for Seren, but the thought still made me sick inside.

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tbzhub · 2 years

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12 Days of the Boyz Eric

Pairing: Eric x reader

Summary: you got the worst person for secret santa

Warnings: cursing

Genre: fluff, enemies to lovers au, co-worker au

WC: 1.8k

Tagged: @kpophoe-22

Artist Note: Hi! Just a few Christmas themed drabbles for fun! I’ll post one every day-ish from Dec 6th - 24th! (weekdays only) minors dni with the smut drabbles! If you want to be tagged let me know :) Submitting this for the holiday event @ficscafe

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Towards the end of your shift, you heard your manager call for a team meeting in the back of the retail shop where you worked. Putting down the shirt that you were folding, you followed after some of your co-workers to meet your manager

“Hey.” You heard a familiar voice whisper in your ear and turned your head to see your friend standing beside you. “What do you think she wants today?”

You shrugged, “No idea, let's hope she’s in a good mood. I am so over being here today.” You crossed your arms as you waited for your manager to speak.

“Okay guys, it’s that time of the year again”, your manager sang and she pulled out a small bowl with folded up strips of paper in it. “Secret Santa. Remember, don’t tell anyone who you have. Let’s make it a surprise. If you get someone you don’t know, use this as an opportunity to get to know them better!”

As your manager passed the small bowl around in a circle, you whispered in your friend's ear, “I hope I get you. I don’t know anyone else.”

She chuckled, eyes on the bowl that was being passed around. “Maybe we’ll get lucky. I hope I don’t get the girl who works the cash register. She’s mean.”

You shushed your friend, not wanting anyone to hear what she said. “Don’t say that.”

“Oh, stop. It’s just like how you wouldn't want Eric.”

Your face flushed, a sheepish grin on your face. “You’re right. But at least I’m vocalizing it. If I get him I’m screwed.”

Your friend grabbed the bowl from the coworker that was beside her and plucked a small piece of paper out of it. She handed you the bowl and winked, “I’m sure you’ll get me and I don’t need a gift, you can cover my shift for New Years.”

“Sure, you bet”, you joked while you put your fingers into the bowl, rifling through the pieces of paper until you grabbed one all the way at the bottom.

You gave the bowl to the next person and turned to your friend, “Wanna switch before we look?”

She pondered on it for a moment before shaking her head, “Nah, I feel like I got a good one.” She opened the piece of paper, covering it with her hands so you wouldn’t be able to read the name.

“Alright, let’s see who I got”, you mumbled to yourself while opening the paper.

Eric Sohn

“Dammit, she jinxed me”, you thought. You crumpled up the paper, shoving it into your pocket as you looked over to observe the guy that you got.

Eric was talking with his little clique of coworkers, goofing off as usual. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, you were sure he was nice but he rubbed you the wrong way. Everything he did at work annoyed you, from the way he folded shirts to the fact that he could never seem to get to work on time, always arriving a few minutes later than when he was supposed to come in. He talked a lot and he was loud. Every time you had to close the shop together you would get overwhelmed by just how much he talked. Sometimes going home at the end of a day with a headache, thankful for the silence.

“Guess who I got.”

You turned to look at your visibly excited friend, “We aren’t supposed to talk about who we got.” You walked away from the cluster of people still chatting about Secret Santa and went to clock out, ready to leave this place for the day.

The next few days you tried to get to know Eric from a distance, paying attention more to the things he would say in the break room and during closing. You only had a week to find him a gift but you were drawing blanks. You couldn't even get him a gift card because you didn't know what he liked. You knew nothing about him besides your perception of him and his personality.

Coming in to open the store one morning, you saw that you had been paired with Eric according to the schedule, making your shoulders sag with dread. “Ugh, him again.”

“Wow, am I really that bad, y/n?” Eric walked over to the cash register to get ready for the day. He was on time, leaving you stunned by the unusual change.

“I’m sorry. That was such a rude thing to say.” You bowed your head, feeling guilty for what you said.

“It's alright.” Eric patted you on the arm before walking over to unlock the door at the front of the store.

You went to lean against one of the mannequin displays by the entrance as you waited for customers. It was always dead in the morning which was why you preferred opening versus closing. One day you plan to ask your manager if you could just open the store by yourself, it wasn’t necessary for someone to be there to help you. No one wants to shop for a shirt at 10 in the morning.

Eric popped up behind you, starling you out of your train of thought. “Pretty boring this morning, right?” He sat on a table next to you, pushing aside the clothes on top of it so not to ruin the folded stack.

“Mmmhm.” You wanted to enjoy the quiet this morning, not in the mood to talk to Eric at all.

“So, are you excited for Secret Santa? Did you get someone good?” Eric wore a smile on his easy face as he tried to make small talk with you. You did find him a little endearing, especially since he’s not bouncing off the walls like usual.

“I have no idea what to get the person that I picked.” You shifted your body so that you were facing Eric. “What about you? Happy with who you picked?”

Eric blushed, looking out the large glass window panes at the entrance of the store, “Yeah, I got someone that I really wanted.”

“Lucky you”, you muttered under your breath before hopping off of the display and walking away from Eric to go organize some boxes in the back.

Over the weekend you searched the mall looking for a gift that would be good for Eric. You thought about giving up and getting him a book, but you were sure that would be a lame gift. So here you were, walking aimlessly through the mall waiting for something to jump out at you.

You were looking at a bracelet through a shop window when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, y/n! I knew that it was you I saw walk past me earlier.” Eric waved at you with a friendly smile on his face. “Christmas shopping too, huh?”

“Uh, yeah… I still have a few gifts to get.” You were surprised to see him outside of work, you didn’t know he lived in the area.

“Want to walk around together?”

You stared at Eric for a while, he seemed genuinely interested in hanging out with you. Figuring this would be the perfect opportunity to get to know Eric so that you could finally get him a gift that he would like, you nodded your head. “Sure, sounds fun.”

You walked into your job on your day off, a wrapped present in hand. Your manager planned for everyone to come in an hour before the store was set to open to exchange gifts. Normally you’d be irritated in having to come to work on your day off but your manager was closing the store for a while and giving everyone the week off for the holidays, so you didn’t mind today.

Standing next to your friend, you both waited with your other co-workers for your manager to call everyone together.

As you were chatting with your friend and another co-worker you heard the sound of jingle bells and looked over to see your manager waiting for everyone to pay attention to her.

“Okay guys! I have all of the gifts here behind me, thank you all for participating. You all work very hard and I appreciate everything that we do as a team. Look for the gift with your name on it first and then try to find the person who gave it to you.” She stepped away from the table, there were gifts lined in a row, all with the same wrapping paper so to not give away who brought what gift.

You walked up to the table looking for a gift with your name one it, eyes scanning across the table until you saw a tag that read, “y/n”, on it. You picked up the slender rectangular box, shaking it with curiosity. Walking over to the hide behind a rack of clothes, you opened your gift in private.

Tearing open the paper, you uncovered a small black box and took off the lid revealing the bracelet that you were eyeing for a few days ago. You gasped, looking around to see if anyone saw you. You opened the box again, pulling the bracelet out to admire it. A smile spread across your face as you realized who might have been your Secret Santa.

“Did Eric get me this?”

You turned around to find Eric, bumping into him the second you moved your foot.

“Oops— I’m sorry.” You looked down at your feet, suddenly feeling nervous in Eric’s presence. You held out the bracelet, making eye contact with him one more time. “Were you my Secret Santa this entire time?”

He grinned, “Yeah, I had to switch two times until I finally got you. I hope you like your gift, I saw you looking at it the other day.” He touched your arm tenderly, making you blush.

“Y-yeah. I really liked this bracelet. I can’t believe you got it for me. Why did you switch to get me, Eric?” You looked at him in the eyes, gnawing on the inside of your cheek anxiously as you waited for his response. You didn’t know when the butterflies started to show up but you felt them in your stomach now, fluttering as you stared into Eric’s eyes and down to his lips as he talked.

“I— I just really wanted to get you a gift.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking down to conceal the light flush that was appearing on his cheeks.

You smiled brightly, finding his shyness cute. “I got you too, you know. I’m glad I did too because it made me realize how sweet and fun you are. I’m really sorry that I’ve been so cold to you the entire time we’ve worked together.”

Eric laughed, “No way, you got me that video game?” You nodded, “I had no idea what to get you, I heard you mention this game when we were at the mall. You don’t have it already, right?”

Eric hugged you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. “No, I don’t. Thanks for getting it for me.” He let you go, leaving you feeling overwhelmed by how shy you felt around him. Who would have thought that you would have developed a crush on Eric Sohn?

You held out your bracelet placing it in his hand and holding out your wrist. “Can you help me with this?”

Eric nodded his head, quickly fiddling with the clasp of the bracelet and wrapping it around your wrist, and fastening it into place. As he tried to pull his hand away from yours you caught his fingers, intertwining them with yours. You tilted your head to the side as you asked, “Are you working today?” You watched as a smile spread across Eric’s features.

“No, why?”

You pulled him towards the front door, “I need to make up for lost time. We’re hanging out, it’s our day off.”

Eric chuckled, a bit surprised by your enthusiasm. “I’ll follow you any where you want, y/n.”

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sserpente · 3 years

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A/N: Surprise! Here’s the thing—I don’t normally write sub!Loki at all. However, since Christmas is a time of gifting and making wishes come true and it has been requested quite a few times in the past, I decided to take on an anon request. I can’t write fully-fledged sub!Loki, I just can’t… so I hope this will do! There’s another anon request in there too. I hope you all enjoy it!

Words: 2357 Warnings: sub!Loki-ish, fluff, smut

Additional NSFW warnings: light bondage, oral, usage of anal sex toy

You cursed when you stubbed your toe on the door, shutting it aggressively all the while flinging your bag into the corner like it was the reason for all of your problems. You were trembling, anger and exhaustion gnawing at your guts.

When you let out a desperate sigh as you kicked off your winter boots, Loki tilted his head. He had appeared in the threshold leading to the living room on your floor—an entire floor on Stark Tower, all to yourself. Today, however, this very circumstance did not cheer you up in the slightest.

“A good evening to you too, pet.” He said, eyeing you with curiosity.

“I bloody hate working in retail!” You spat in response. “Why are people being so idiotic, can you tell me that? Oh, I want a refund on this obviously used item which I don’t even have the receipt for, oh, can’t you hurry up I need to catch a train—I had hours to spend on browsing but I want to pay for this immediately or I’m just gonna leave, oh, can you recommend a gift for my niece, I barely know her or her interests but surely you’ll find a gift for her because I am too lazy to use my own brain?” You were fuming. Loki chuckled.

“My dear… breathe.” He was never this gentle with any of the other Avengers but then again, you were the only one he had taken a romantic and sexual interest in. You sighed when he approached you to pull you into a tight embrace, forcing you to calm down for him. Your hands wrapped around his middle almost automatically, allowing him to lift you off the ground and carry you into your bedroom.

Loki spent most of his time in your flat here in Stark Tower. Here, he wasn’t always under suspicion of plotting world domination again—and in fact, all he did was reading, stealing your sweets and learning more about Midgardian culture, first and foremost Christmas. Last week, you had forced him through all Santa Clause films and he had actually ended up enjoying them in the end.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you pressed your face against his chest, letting his hand stroke over your head. Perhaps you should finally let the cat out of the bag and tell the others about your relationship. Loki could be so sweet… and he loved being pampered by you, even if you made sure to take your time teasing him thoroughly first.

“Is there a particular reason you left me a gift this morning?” He changed the topic. Oh yes. You had almost forgotten about this. You had shoved part of Loki’s Christmas gift into his green and gold socket above your bed before you had left this morning. It was Christmas Eve and since you would be spending the 25th with the other Avengers, you had decided that him receiving part of his gift in private would be more appropriate.

“Me?” You asked, playing innocent. “That must have been Santa, Lokes.”

“Are you going to tell me what exactly it is?” He probed. You giggled, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“I was hoping you’d ask. Where did you put it?” Loki conjured it up seemingly out of thin air—you’d never grow tired of seeing him use his seidr—and handed you a black plastic packaging which contained an equally black butt plug with a prostate massager for men. Loki and you had recently had a conversation about toys for men as opposed to women only and much to your surprise, he had shown quite the interest in the topic. The faces of the Avengers would have been priceless, had you put it under the Christmas tree for him along with his main present.

You grinned. “Lie down on the bed for me—and magic your clothes off, will you?” Loki smiled at your request. He did not often let you command him around like that—but when he did he knew you needed it, to have some fun with his arousal for you to distract yourself from work and other sorrows, much like today. You shouldn’t be in such a bad mood on Christmas Eve, after all.

Still smiling gently, he did as he was told and then slightly raised his eyebrows for you to make the next move. You winked at him after admiring his semi-hard cock for a bit, disappearing in the bathroom. Once you had returned, hands washed, clothes changed and sex toy sanitised properly, you got to work. Loki’s eyebrows shot up all the way when you produced the bondage rope you kept in the drawer right next to the bed and then climbed on the bed as well, straddling his strong thighs.

“Please? Let me play.” You pouted. Loki sighed—allowing you to tie his hands together and then to the bedpost. Both of you were very well aware that he could rip himself free at any time—it was more a matter of it looking pretty and downright hot to have the God of Mischief tied up and at your mercy, at least hypothetically.

He shifted on the mattress just a little when you reached for the toy again which you had already coated in a thick layer of strawberry lube and brought it to his anus. It was designed to directly stimulate his prostate and you positively couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

“What are you doing?” His question was a warning; reminding you it was a privilege he was playing submissive for you and that the… situation could change at any moment. You swallowed, your own arousal pooling in your knickers like a waterfall.

“Trust me? It will feel good, I promise.”

Loki sighed once more—and gasped when you slowly and carefully worked the butt plug inside of his rear. His cock twitched, joyful anticipation mixing with impatience. By the time it was snugly in place, he was as hard as rock and moaned upon you wrapping your hand around him, giving him a few strokes with your hands partially still covered in the strawberry lube you had used.

Loki bucked his hips almost immediately, growling when you drew your hand away again. You chuckled. “You look pretty adorable like that, you know… desperate for pleasure…”

He growled in response. “You will be the one desperate for pleasure and begging me for my touch if you keep this up for long.” He threatened. Your giggle intensified. You felt so much better already.

“Just you wait.” You said, pressing the button of the small bullet vibrator inserted into the butt plug. Loki tensed up when it hummed to life, sending continuous vibrations through his anus and stimulating his prostate.

Then, taking mercy on him, your hand returned to his impressive length, jerking and pleading for attention. A few drops of precum had already formed on his red tip—it was too tempting to ignore. Unceremoniously, you bent down and closed your lips around him, licking over his slit and lapping up all he had to give for now.

Loki tugged at his restraints. A little more strength and he’d tear them apart altogether and he was barely just containing himself anymore already. Knowing he could stop this anytime and pin you down underneath him to just take what he desired for some reason only fuelled his arousal. He bucked his hips in an attempt to plunge himself deeper into your mouth but you were being particularly relentless today. He growled once more, watching how a grin formed on your lips. With a smacking sound, you released him again, continuing to stroke him all the while the prostate massager kept vibrating inside of his rear.

“Does that feel good?” You asked, almost timidly. Loki was an experienced lover, you knew this much. How many Asgardian women had had the pleasure to learn what had earned him the nickname silver tongue you did not want to know and yet, even though his confidence in bed and knowledge of pleasing a woman was exciting, at the very same time it intimidated you.

Loki nodded, blue eyes locked with yours. “Yes. Keep going, my dear.” It almost sounded like an order—one you’d do better not to defy. You took it as an invitation and pressed the button of the vibrator again.

The setting was on high now—but not high enough to tip him over the edge just yet. You needed to hear him whimper first. You had managed once, a few weeks back when Loki had allowed you to tie him up and tease him for a while for the very first time. In the end, it had resulted in him flipping you around and fucking you roughly from behind so hard you had been unable to walk the next day. Your cunt clenched upon remembering how deliciously sore you had felt. It was a risk you were willing to take again.

Loki bucked his hips once more, thrusting up in a steadier rhythm now and desperate for more friction… which gave you another idea. Biting your lower lip, you stood from the bed and peeled off the comfy trousers you had changed into, right along with your underwear. If only Loki could see the wet spot on them as you stepped out of them, he would be grinning like a cat who got the cream but fortunately for you, you were in charge tonight—or at least, for now.

He eyed you like a hungry wolf, growling in an animalistic manner as soon as your slick pussy lips rubbed against his tip and you massaged your clit with it for a while before slowly, painfully slow, sinking down on him and sheathing his cock deep inside of you. You moaned, throwing your head back. Riding him always felt so much deeper than when he was on top… unless he hauled your legs over his shoulders that was.

“More…” He choked out, his blue gaze getting almost feverish, about to turn him into a mindless beast. You stilled, not moving an inch and just kept him inside of you all the while the vibrator in his rear kept stimulating him. He gritted his teeth when you failed to move, bucking up his hips in a desperate attempt to get you to ride him but you decided to take your time. Leaning forward, you began covering his chest and neck in light kisses, tongue darting out every now and then to taste him. Loki was already sweating, his limbs shaking and you knew then just how badly he needed his release. The restraints keeping his hands above his head on the bedpost gave a suspicious tearing sound as he thrust up into you once more.

He was close. He was so close. Smiling, you kissed him and moved back up and into a sitting position. Your fingers found the switch of the vibrator, turning the setting even higher. There was no need for you to move and ride him anymore. Loki came by himself and finally, gave you the whimper you had so desired to hear from him. Your lips parted when he starting twitching inside of you, spilling himself with a groan. His warm seed coated your walls, his cock jerking until he was all but spent. Once he had caught his breath, you turned off the vibrator… for now.

“Get that lovely quim of yours up here.” He ordered with a hoarse voice, once more raising the question whether you had ever truly been in charge of his pleasure. But who were you to defy him? Biting your lower lip, you let him slide out of you, whimpering at the loss of feeling so deliciously full, inched forward until your most private parts were only inches from his mouth and then carefully sat again, your thighs to either side of his head.

Loki wasted no time. Humming contently, he licked over your slit and clit, suckling on your outer lips and circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue pressing against it, massaging it, until you dug your fingers into his raven hair, urging him on. You were so incredibly wet for him it wouldn’t take you long to gush all over him either and so you did. Loki ate you out like you were his last meal, pampering your clit until your body couldn’t take it anymore and you fell, seeing stars as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure pleasure. You only realised once you lifted yourself off his face because he would not stop that he had wrapped his fingers around the bars of the top of the bed. The bondage rope was torn apart beyond repair.

You smiled, allowing him you wrap you in his arms as he flipped you both around so you came to lie on the bed more comfortably.

“Feeling more relaxed now, my dear?” He asked with a sly smile.

“Much better. Thank you.” Loki hummed in response. “I’m pretty hungry… how about an early Christmas dinner? Just the two of us, without the others.”

“That sounds promising. But first I will need you to get that thing out of me.” He said, eliciting a devilish grin from you.

“I think I’m gonna leave that thing where it is for now. You’ll get a taste of your own medicine. Remember that golden butt plug you made me wear on Christmas last year? Revenge is sweet. So…” You paused. “Are you going to help me cook?”

Loki’s expression darkened, sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. “You are going to remove that right now.”

“Nope,” you announced smugly, freeing yourself from his embrace and climbing off the mattress. “I’ll be in the kitchen, whenever you’re ready.”

Truth be told, you never made it to the kitchen. Loki was after you in a matter of seconds, dragged you back into bed and made sure you came to regret teasing him like that. Oh, and you most definitely lost count after at least five more orgasms.

A/N: There’s a hint in there for another smutty Loki Christmas Imagine soon to come. Can you find it? ;-)

If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you considered supporting me on Kofi! It’s either for caffeine or red wine, I’ll take both. ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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hi cutie! 💖🥺

i got request for u because i know you'll make an awesome work 🥺 what about Levi's marriage proporsal headcanons/fic? i just thought he will be so sweet~ :D

you don't have to do them if you don't want to!~

take care mina, have a good day 💖🥺✨

𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

text: Heya An 🥺 tysm for your sweet words and for this amazing request!! and I would GLADY do this request :,) (i rlly hope you like it 💖) Also have a great day!! and make sure to take care of yourself, love you! ✨. this really gave me feels writing this i-

synopsis: Levi has decided to propose to Y/N after such a long tough journey and finally out of the walls. The end of the battle and the war. He wanted to live outside the walls with his only special Y/N. How will he proposal Y/N though? And how will he act?

soft & cute fluff, modern au ♡ —

Finally...Levi is going to do it 'Today'. No more backing away. He had it all planned out and everything. Why was he still...hesitant?

"I wonder how Y/N will react....will they even like the ring I got for them..?" Levi said as he was hold the ring box and looking at it.

'Wait....Will they even say yes?' He put it back on the drawer and start pacing around.

'Ugh...I cant believe this...I am actually being nervous? Fuck...I find killing 40 titans at the same time way easier than this...so much for used to being called humanity's 'strongest' solider'. Fucking hell.'

He stopped, and turned around. 'No...If I don't then someone will take Y/N away from me.' That got him back up and he finally took out the ring box he had there for a month now. He will do it. Today.

Levi is such a private man and he loves that only between you guys. Not really a big fan with bringing everyone together and all, he couldn't even think words clearly when he looks at you and stutters, so how will he do that with EVERYONE here while proposing and saying what he thinks his ‘cliché’ speech? Hell no.

He wanted it to be so special. He wanted to remember this memory and grave that in both of your minds. He was going to propose to his lover this evening.

He had the idea already figured out, and it took him around a month to prepare it and get it perfect. He was doing this all while seeing you everyday, and had to try and hide it from you. Which kind of made you a bit of suspicious. He would usually go out during the afternoon to that 'same' expensive ring shop and stand there for 3 hours trying to pick the perfect ring.

"Um...Sir, I can help you if you would like?" The retail assistant would say as she approached Levi who had such a serious look, as if he was making a life or death decision. "No. I need to pick this, cant be someone else." He would say and his eyes glued to the collection of beautiful rings. He takes a long time to buy that ring just for 'you' that day. Nothing but full of his love all poured into it as he finally picked one.

He called up the people to set up and get ready with the preparation today at 10pm.

After he hanged up, he went to his contacts and pressed 'My Dearest'.

Y/N picked up, “H-Hey Love, how are you hm?" Shit. Why did I fucking stutter, I hate my life. He would say cursing himself under his breathe.

You picked that up, and started to chuckle which made his heart flutter. "I'm alright love! Just out with Sasha and Christa shopping....Is something wrong?"

Levi: "No. Can I see you tonight at 10pm? I will pick you up." Please say yes for this....

"Hmm...Yup sure! See you then, Love you!" You said that so cheerfully that he wanted to see you 'now' and hold you.

"Great. I love you too Y/N." He said that and he was holding his phone so tightly. This is it.

It was 10pm, and Levi has picked you up. You looked so amazing and beautiful to him, that he just stood there and gazed at you so lovely, losing his focus.

You started to blush, "Levi..." you said as you waved your hand at him.

"Oh...Um...You look gorgeous." Fuck Levi why do you keep messing up, I haven't even take them there yet.

Levi then took you to one of the top 10 hotels that they had, but this one was special. It was a beach resort hotel! When you both got in to check in, everything was made in glass, sparkling everywhere. But you were the one sparkling beautifully to him.

"Oh my god Levi...I did not expect this! If you told me we were going to a beach resort I would have dressed up so pretty."

“Tch, dont be silly. You are already pretty.." He said that as his cheeks had a faint red blush.

As you guys checked in, you sat and laid on the bed on your back. “Hmm, so what is the occasion Levi?" You go straight to the point which got him off guard. Of course you would ask.

"Nothing, Just that I remembered you wanted to come here so I decided to take us both here today" His heart was now racing. He was actually going to do it. You looked outside and saw the beautiful beach shore.

“Oh lets go check it out!!". You got excited and got up from the bed.

“No! Not now...lets get comfortable and change. I even bought you a gift. If you want to wear it...and we can head to the beach shore, Hm? Ill see you there.”

Weird. Levi would always go to places with you and he has always waited for you, but today was different.

As you changed to the outfit Levi bought for you, you went towards the sliding glass door to open it and stepped outside to find Levi.

As you stepped outside and wore the sandals that was there, you headed towards the beach shore which was kind of dark. Not much lights.

“L-Levi..!!” You yelled out, a bit nervous. As soon as you called out his name, lights started to brighten as you were approaching the shore and you see beautiful decorations that was hanged up, full of beautiful roses, lilies and others that were glooming with the light.

You see Levi standing by the shore, and he turned around. “Y/N.”

He called out your name instead of ‘love’ which meant that he was serious.

You started to get worried. What's going on? You stopped and stood beside him looking at him.

“Remember...When we first saw the ocean...and first stood at the beach shore.” He said that as his grey eyes were looking at the waves that were driven by the wind so calmly.

“Yea...I do remember it clearly. It was one of my best moments.”

He continued. “We...won, and some of our comrades survived, but...we did it and got through it and I am glad you are here alive with me.” He started to sound....sad? “I never expected this new lifestyle and to be honest, I am glad I am living it with you by my side....You.” He stopped and turned around to look at you. “Stood by my side till the end Y/N, and believed in me, but...not only that but you also saw me as a human being while everyone thought I was heartless. You gave me hope, and you started to make me feel that I deserved to be loved, and I don't think anyone would have made me feel like this if it wasn't for you.”

You stood there so startled, you eyes started to widen. Is Levi really saying this all...? You knew he was a bit talkative with you only but, this....this is different.

Levi then took out what looked like a seashell..? He was looking at it then, handed it over to you.

“Oh wow, this is so pretty!” You said amazed by how it looked and you looked back at Levi.

“Levi, Thank you for your sweet words...I am so happy hearing that from you.” You said while holding on to it, you couldn't stop smiling.

Fuck just say it Levi. “Y/N, I know I have been the hardest to love....so I want to recreate this beach shore memory with asking you something....”

As he was saying that you noticed the seashell, could open? So you did that...and you saw a beautiful diamond ring shining. You froze.

He held your free hand with both of his warm hands and caressed it, “Y/N, will you...m-marry me?” He said that as he looked directly to your eyes that was open up.

Silence. This made Levi worry so much. He looked down but then noticed tears dripping, which made him look back at you so quickly and you started tearing up as the wind started to blow your hair and the ocean waves crashing.

“Yes...I want to be your Mrs. Ackerman. I want to live the rest of my life with you!!” You said that while crying and this made Levi panic, and he quickly hugged you, covering you with his muscular arms and....he started to cry with you too.

“Y/N, thank you. I won’t fail you, I can’t wait to have moments like this for the rest of our lives.” He went back, and looked at your beautiful face, and proceed to kiss your forehead so lovely.

“Y/N!!! Levi!!” You both got startled and looked to the other side and you saw...all of your friends!

“Oh my god....guys!” You saw everyone from Levi’s squad including Hanji who was screaming out your names and all your friends started to run towards you guys.

You then noticed, the whole beach shore started to brighten and you saw beautiful wedding decorations hanged up, heart balloons, a huge long table filled with delicious savory, desserts and drinks while soft jazz music started to play.

Connie and Sasha rushed with celebration poppers and popped that to everyone and confetti's were all over both of you and everyone started to laugh including Levi.

He actually rented out the whole beach shore just for this special occasion to make a special experience, and even planned a surprise celebration after that with all of your friends.

This went on for what left like forever, and everyone headed back after congratulating both of you and you both went to your beach resort room.

You guys did not sleep that night and actually stayed up together talking about how this special evening went, about the future while holding hands, being cuddled up and leaving each other soft kisses throughout the conversation.

Now, everytime you think or even go to the beach shore, you think of Levi’s amazing romantic proposal. This man really took a long time figuring this out and wanted it special cause you deserved that.

And, whenever you look at his steel grey gaze, you saw the love he had for you, and you saw your soon to be husband that you will spend the rest of your life with.

ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴀɴᴅ it ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʟᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ !! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴛʜɪs ᴄ: IF ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ! ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ 🥺 ♥

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