maybe he had too much chocolate

1 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU
WORD COUNT: 3,568 ?

WARNINGS: SWEARING, FEELS, ANGST, SMUT 

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Looking up at the man you loved with all of your heart, you found yourself smiling like an idiot as he spoke, his deep alluring voice as smooth as ever, captivating you entirely,
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. I can’t think of anybody else who deserves this more than you do.”
Taehyung said as he smiled lovingly in your direction.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of 5 years, the two of you met in law school and fell in love almost instantly. He was everything you’d ever hoped for in a significant other, he was funny, incredibly smart and attentive, and the fact he was chiselled perfection and handsome as hell didn’t go a miss either. Tonight you were celebrating your new job, after years of bending over backwards and trying your god damn hardest you were finally a lawyer. Taehyung was the reason you even managed to get an interview at the Jeon law firm, he was a specialist lawyer at the firm mentioned how you had just graduated and were looking for a job, after a successful interview low and behold you’d made it.

“Stop it,” you whined “The only reason I got this job was because of you… Thank you.” You placed a firm hand on his shoulder as you leaned in, over the table to kiss him, the two of you had drank maybe a little too much wine considering your first day in the office was only hours away.
Taehyungs lips gently pressed against yours, he cupped your face in his large hands as he deepened the kiss, your tongues danced together in perfect harmony. There was no denying you were in love with him.

“Shit, don’t kiss me,” Taehyung whispered with wide, offended eyes as he pulled away from you, his chocolate brown hair swishing from side to side with his movements,
“My girlfriend is a big time lawyer now, she works for Jeon law firm, you might even know her? You know she will kill-” Your amused mouth crashing against his stopped him mid sentence, he was always cracking funny jokes and making you belly laugh into hysterics, it was one of your favourite things about him.

Suddenly his strong arms pulled you onto his lap, almost knocking over the empty bottle of wine that sat quietly on the dining table. His hands roamed your body from your hips to your collarbones, never missing a single inch. The moment the skin of his smooth fingers made contact with your shoulders and ultimately unclasped your red bra strap you knew exactly where the night would be taking you.

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Vice Versa // Jung Jaehyun

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the prompt: Since I’m already up in your requests, may I request a Jaehyun scenario. Maybe about him meeting you for the first time at a coffee shop then it winds up being yall’s meeting place.

words: 1605

category: fluff + drabble (?)

author note: since its jaehyuns birthday and also Valentine’s Day I thought I would write this first! it’s really simple but also kinda cheesy and idk how I feel about it haha. please enjoy it anyway and look forward to more requests being written soon!!

- destinee

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

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Worth

A/N: I could work on Hiraeth… but hey, why not start something else? Because I am a person who loves work…ahahaha This is so so weird somehow? But I still like the idea. I really wanted to write about a first unrequited love. Because shit, I do think that it could affect your further relationships ina way.Please tell me what you think!

Summary:  A story in which the Reader takes the burden upon herself and becomes an Animagus in order to protect Remus, unbeknownst to him. He shouldn’t know. And he never will know. Because you were never going to tell him.

Pairing:  Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 6328

Warnings: unrequited love, a bit blood, minimal swearing

EDIT: Since I got so many asks regarding the second part: Yes. Yes Part two will be written. I don’t know when, so please don’t ask me that.

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Me Time

SPN FanFic

Sam x Reader Fluff Drabble

621 Words (what’s a drabble?)

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Finally alone. You sat down at the little table in the kitchen and spread out your treat: three chocolate cookies stacked perfectly on a white square napkin and a glass filled ¾ of the way with milk.

You’d had a rough day and you deserved this quiet moment to enjoy yourself. Sure, it wasn’t champagne and caviar on a yacht with Ryan Gosling, but Oreos and milk in a silent room was more than enough for you.

You closed your eyes and savored the absence of noise. No screeching tires, no blaring AC/DC, no babbling Dean, no monsters shrieking, no guns booming… just…silence. After a calming sigh, you opened your eyes and reached for a cookie. You held it high between two fingers and inspected it before dunking it into the milk and counting to three. Once it had soaked up enough goodness you popped the whole thing into your mouth and smiled in satisfaction.

“That’s not how you eat an Oreo.”

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Poles Apart

taehyung, 13.6k, he’s a little bit different to what you are but oh well

warning: uh… idk, there’s a warning but if i say why it gives away the story

“Being different isn’t a problem.”

“Everyone acts like it is…they pull faces when you can’t answer their questions. They talk behind your back because they don’t think what they’re saying will hurt you. You’re the only person who hasn’t questioned my… being of me.”

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Watercolor || Jughead Jones

Prompt by @pinkhappypanda: a new girl in town, she comes into pops a lot and always gets a chocolate milkshake and a glass of water, Jughead keeps hearing her ask this and finds it strange, so one day after she comes in and sits down he goes over to her and he finds out she paints beautiful paintings with water colours I felt the need to officiallly request it😂😂

A/N: I finally got around to writing this! Hope you enjoy!

Gif by @stlinskim

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“Hi, can I have a chocolate milkshake and a water please? To go.”

Jughead looked up when he heard the familiar order. You came in nearly everyday asking for the same thing. Jughead never understood it. Why would you order a chocolate milkshake and a water? And what was in that heavy backpack of yours? When he told Archie about this dilemma of his, the ginger looked at him like he was crazy.

“Why, Archie? Why does she get both drinks? Why not just get one?”

“Jug, you’re overthinking this.”

“But why? Why do I care so much about this?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you like her.”

Archie’s comment had stayed with him for weeks.

Did he like you? Or did he just really want to know why you asked for both a chocolate milkshake and water? Or maybe it was both.

Jughead was snapped out of his thoughts when Pop handed you your drinks.

“Thanks!” you said and walked out of the diner.

Jughead watched you through the window of the diner, debating whether or not to follow you. Before you got too far away, he realized he had to figure out this mystery about you before he went crazy. He quickly got up, packing his stuff up, checking every two seconds or so to make sure you weren’t out of eyesight. After saying a quick goodbye to Pop, Jughead rushed out of the diner and began to follow you. Not stalking. Of course he wasn’t stalking. He watched as you took a sharp right and began to walk into the woods, staying off the usual path. Jughead took a deep breath and continued on his quest.

Definitely not stalking.

How far could this girl walk?

Jughead felt like his legs were on fire as he continued through the woods, pushing branches and bushes out of his way. He was also surprised at the fact that you still hadn’t noticed that he was no more than forty feet away from you. Finally you came to a clearing in the woods, a clearing Jughead had never seen before. Or even knew about. The first thing he noticed was that there was a small pond on the edge of it. Then he noticed all the little animals. There were a ton of birds in the trees and there were frogs, toads, and turtles on the edge of the little pool. It was beautiful. Jughead watched through the trees as you sat down in the middle of the clearing, setting your drinks down next to you. After a quick sip of your chocolate milkshake, you took your backpack off and unzipped it, pulling out a sketchbook, paintbrush, and some paint. You flipped to an unfinished painting in your sketchbook before opening the cup of water you had gotten at Pop’s, dipping your paintbrush in it before mixing it with the yellow paint. Jughead craned his neck as he tried to get a better look at your paintings but could barely see anything. He slowly walked over to you, making sure he didn’t make any noises as he got to within five feet of you. He peered over your shoulder, and looked down at your work. He nearly wolf-whistled.

“That’s really good.” he remarked quietly to himself, breaking the silence.

Not as quiet as he thought.

You let out a surprised scream and spun around, eyes wide. All the birds flew away and the frogs, toads, and turtles dove under the water.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” the beanie-clad teen exclaimed, putting his hands up to show he meant no harm.

You put a hand on your chest and tried to get your breathing back to normal.

“Oh my G— How’d you find me? This is a secret place.” you said, breathlessly.

Jughead looked down, ashamed.

“Did you… follow me?” you asked.

“I, uh…” Jughead cleared his throat. “I just noticed that you always, um, got a chocolate milkshake and water.”

Smooth.

You looked at him bewildered.

“Come again?” you asked.

Jughead cleared his throat again.

“Everyday you come into Pop’s and get a milkshake and a water. And I just… never understood why. I mean, who gets two very different drinks? I guess I just wanted to know what you were doing?” he asked shyly, refusing to look at you.

This was a bad idea. What if you thought he was a creep? A stalker? A—

Your laugh broke him out of his thoughts. You laughed until your sides ached and tears leaked out of your eyes. Jughead felt his cheeks heat up.

“It’s not funny.” he mumbled.

“Yes it is!” you managed to get out in between laughs and gasps for air.

Jughead pouted, crossing his arms as he waited for you to stop laughing. You finally managed to calm down, but a chuckle escaped you now and then.

“I can’t believe you followed me because of the fact that I ordered two drinks.”

Jughead smirked.

“Yeah, I guess it was kinda weird, huh?”

You smiled at him.

“Yeah, maybe, but it’s fine.” you reassured.

The two of you became silent, unsure about how to continue the conversation.

“I, uh, I should go. I didn’t mean to disturb you in your… painting mode or whatever.” Jughead said.

Painting mode?!

You smirked.

“You could stay if you want. I mean, you walked all this way, right? Might as well sit down for a while and relax.”

Jughead gave a shy smile as he sat down next to you.

“Okay,” he said and held out his hand. “I’m Jughead, by the way.”

You took it, smiling at the raven-haired teen.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

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10 Years (The Aftermath)

 Pairing: Stiles x Reader

A/N: we are so close to the end, can you smell the tears and heartbreak?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (you are here) | Part 7

Originally posted by el-chico-depresivo-y-suicida


“It’s not what it looks like.”

But it always is, isn’t it? You couldn’t stop the words from slipping out of your mouth when Asher asked you about it, you replayed the moment in your head repeatedly, thinking of so many different things you could have said, but either way, you knew it was over.

“The ring.”

“No, Ash, baby, don’t do this.”

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Better

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Request: Hey I want to request a Peter Parker x reader with the reader having depression and whatnot and on an awful day Peter comes to comfort them and they just spend the day together and the reader kind of rambles on about their thoughts, some worse than others, but at the very end they feel better with him there. If that makes sense. I’m just having a really bad time and I don’t see many pics like this. - anon

word count: 1268

DISCLAIMER AND TRIGGER WARNINGS!: I tried to add things that I’ve experienced in the past when I myself was going through difficult times a year ago. I know not everybody’s depression it’s the same, so I apologize if this seems fake or so, but it’s just how I experienced it.. I also decided not to add a kiss in this because I felt like it would feel like Peter was taking advantage of the situation and we all now my son would never do that. My intention IS NOT TO ROMANTICIZE A MENTAL ILLNESS!!! If these triggers or offend anyone I’m really sorry, but this was an anonymous request and I just wanted to make this person feel a little bit better.

Just so everybody knows, if you are going through a rough patch you can always come and talk to me, anon or message it doesn’t matter, I’m here for each one of my people.

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Peter was worried. He always worried. However today was different. He expected to see you by the lockers when he arrived to school as always, but you were not there today. He hoped to meet you at Spanish class, and wished for you to come to Math, however you didn’t show up.

The boy worried because it wasn’t likely of you to skip class. He had tried calling you and texting, however Y/n was not answering to any of their social media. By the end of the day he was anxious something bad might’ve happened to you, so he decided to pay you a little visit at your apartment before spiderwatch.

Y/n was probably just sick, so he stopped in a convenience store on his way, making sure to buy her favorite snacks. She always craved some chocolate whenever she felt ill. He payed for those and got back on track.

On the way there he couldn’t help but wonder what could’ve happened to you. Y/n and Peter had been best friends for a long time now, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

He didn’t want to think that maybe she was in any sort of danger, but still, they told each other everything! If Y/n had been sick she would’ve called and demanded cuddles! Peter told himself not to worry too much, at least not until he arrived to yours.

A couple minutes after he finally made it. He climbed through the walls until he reached your bedroom’s window, and let himself in, like all those times he had done in the middle of the night for Y/n to patch him up.

He noticed a bulk hided under all the bed’s blankets. He couldn’t see your face, but he knew it was you.

“Y/n! Hey it’s me! What happened? Why you skipped class?

The boy made his way to the side of the bed, trying to get the covers from the girl, however she was holding tight to them.

What was Peter doing here? The girl felt as if her heart was going to explode. She did not need him there, and not at this precise moment! She probably looked like shit, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, what she didn’t want him to see was her actual state. He did not wanted him to think she was broken.

“Peter go away! I need to be alone”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong, and also, I brought snacks, so get your ass off that bed”

Before the girl even noticed Peter stuck his hand under the covers, dragging her by her feet towards the end of the bed. The boy was laughing until he noticed the state of the girl.

Her eyes were puffy and red, probably from crying, and she had some big bags under her eyes, as if she hadn’t slept at all in days.

The boyed stared speechless until he noticed how embarrassed the girl seemed.

“Hey Y/n, I’m sorry, but what happened?”

The girl was torn. She wanted to tell Peter how she felt, how she had been feeling lately. How she had lost the motivation and energy to even get out of bed. But she didn’t want him to worry. God, he had to take care of the whole city! He did not need her stupid teenage drama as well!

She tried to think of something, anything to say, but as she tried harder nothing came from her mouth, instead, she felt her eyes starting to pick, with some tears she was trying to hold in them.

The boy looked as she struggled to find the words, before he approached her, holding her close to him, while she hided her face to his chest, this time really letting the tears roll down.

“You’re really worrying me”

“Peter don’t- I just- I don’t- It’s just something stupid, don’t worry about it”

The boy looked down at Y/n as he took her chin with his hand, making her look at him.

“Nothing that gets you this way is stupid okay? You can talk to me about it”

Y/n nodded as she hugged Peter once again, trying to stay close to his warm body. She started speaking really quickly, trying to muffle down her voice with Peter’s chest.

“ I’ve just felt- really off lately.Not entirely like myself. It’s just this thing I have- I just don’t know how to explain it.”

“Why don’t you tell me how you feel? ”

“It’s just that things have changed so much. I can’t find the energy to do anything at all. Most days I just want to sleep all day and never wake up. Other weeks I can barely sleep at all.

Stuff that used to make me so happy, and used to be so fun- it’s just- not anymore- and I don’t know how to fix it- or what to do

I don’t want to bother my mom or anyone with this stupid thoughts, but I’m jus really fuking tired of it. I want to laugh at stupid things again and feel like myself, not just so damn lost all the time”

Somewhere along the talk they had moved towards the couch in Y/n’s bedroom, still sitting near each other, as Peter played with the girl’s hair.

She felt safe, and at home. She felt loved and taken care of. She never wanted him to stop.

She felt like she could tell him everything. And she finally did. She let out most of her thoughts, not feeling much different, just slightly better.

However Peter was a completely different story. He felt so ashamed. Y/n had always been there for him, making sure he was alright, and the one time she had needed him Peter hadn’t even noticed how she felt. But he was going to make it up to her, one way or another.

“It’s still stupid and selfish. You have so many people that need you Peter, I should not be wasting your time.”

The girl tried to stood up and guide Peter towards the door, however the boy remained seated.

“You are more important. You are the most important person for me. And you need me right now. Everyone else can wait.

I want you to know that you can count on me, for everything you need. It’s not stupid how you feel. And I care about it, I want to help you”

Peter felt really embarrassed after his corny speech, however he meant every word. His face turned an ugly shade of scarlet before the girl talked again.

“ I heard you had brought snacks right? How bout we watch a movie? I just need something to distract myself”

The boy nodded as he got the chocolate out for her and she played a movie. They got together on bed under the covers, like many other Friday’s night they had done.

The girl cuddled next to Peter, placing her head on his chest as the boy speaked.

“You feeling better?”

This time, next to the boy she loved, a little warmer, she could feel herself different from days before.It didn’t have to do anything to do with the movie that was playing, or even the chocolate laid out in front of her. It was all thanks to Peter.

She felt herself nod before she realised. She wasn’t suddenly cured, however, curled up next to him she somehow knew that she could get through it. He really did make her feel a whole lot better.

It’s Okay (Draco Malfoy)

Summary: You are smelling Amortentia for potions and Draco smells your scent and gets really defensive

Warnings: None? Shitty plot and kind of short

A/N: This was based off this really cute wolfstar text thing I saw. Enjoy :)

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Just Can’t Control

~This is for @exodarkwolf16, who requested a Vixx member that was shy around their crush but turns into his “hyde” side and is rough and dom. Admin Hacker helped a lot with the story. Also, I need to pray after writing this so I hope you like it ‘cause I’m going to hell. BTW that performance was what helped me pick the member~Admin Thumper

  Genre: Smut

Characters: HyukxReader

You gently knocked on the door and you took in a deep breath. Your hold tightened on your backpack strap as the door opened and Sanghyuk stood before you. His eyes were wide, as if he forgot that he invited you over to study with him for the upcoming math test.

“Ah, ____, hi.” He said nervously, his cheeks already turning a bright red.

“Did you forget about me that quickly?” You teased.

He laughed awkwardly before stepping aside. “Come in.”

You entered his dorm room and glanced around. It was surprisingly bland and had no personality within it whatsoever. Only the bottom bed was occupied and that reminded you that he said something about getting a roommate next week since his last roommate was kicked out.

“So did you want a drink?” Sanghyuk asked, closing the door and uncomfortably gesturing to the tiny kitchen to his right.

You took a seat on his small loveseat and looked at him, taking off your backpack. “Sure. I’ll take a water.”

“Okay.” He said too excitedly.

You began to pull out your notes, taking in a deep breath. You had been an acquaintance with Sanghyuk since last semester when he sat beside you in math class. You thought right away that he was attractive and that you really liked his smile. But he was unbelievable awkward and shy around you. You had seen him with his friends a few times in halls, and he seemed like a whole other person; loud and outspoken.

Tonight wasn’t really about studying. The only thing you planned on doing was becoming closer to Han Sanghyuk. You didn’t want him to be awkward around you. You really want to be his friend.

Sanghyuk returned and placed a bottle of water in front of you. He sat down next to you, awkwardly folding his hands in his lap. The air was heavy and tense; it was choking you. You couldn’t think of anything to say because you worried that he’d jump or that things would become even more awkward.

“So what do you think will be on the test-?” You tried to inquire.

But you were cut off as his phone’s alarm going off. His face turned an even brighter shade of red and he fiddled in his pocket. “Sorry, I have to take my pills.”

He stood up and began to rummage through his drawer. You didn’t know why he was on medication, but you had seen him take them before. You felt it was impolite to ask right now; you had to become closer to him before you could ask.

“Shit.” He breathes out. “Fuck!”

You licked your lips nervously. “What’s wrong?”

He turned around with an empty, medicine bottle, his face drained of color.

“I forgot to get them refilled.”

You tuck your hands under your thighs. “Do you need them right now? I can go with you to go pick some up.”

He tossed the bottle down on his bed. “I’ll be okay if I skip one night.”

You noticed that he didn’t look as confident as he sounded. “Are you sure?”

He looked at you and smiled nervously, his eyes turning to crescent moons. You smiled, instantly affected by his cuteness. “I’ll be okay. Let’s study.”

Everything was going well. You were getting closer to him and you were really enjoying being near him. During the few hours you were with him, you began to notice the odd attraction you were feeling. He looked really good in his loose grey shirt and baggy sweats. His brown hair was untamed and messy, as if someone had ran their hands through it. You found yourself often thinking of those kind of thoughts, but you found your way back to reality eventually. The only problem was that his head began to hurt and you were worried that he was pushing himself. He had to keep stopping you in the middle of explaining the material to close his eyes and relax. It happened several times; but the last time it happened, something seemed to completely change.

When his eyes opened, he stared off into the distance.

“Sanghyuk, are you okay?”

“Call me Hyuk.” He said suddenly, turning his gaze to you. It was the first time he was able to hold eye contact with you.

You swallowed hard, surprised. “What?”

“I said, call me Hyuk. We’re friends now, right?”

You stared at him like a doe in headlights. His entire persona had changed right before your eyes. Unsure of how to handle the situation, you nodded and smiled meekly. “Oh…Okay, uh, are you alright? Do you want to keep studying?”

His smirk made your heart drop. Maybe your plan worked too well. His mind seemed to be on something more than friends. “I’ve always liked you, ____. Ever since we had math class together last year.” He stood up and paced slowly in front of you slowly as he spoke. “Unfortunately, I’ve been too much of a pussy to say anything.” Stopping directly in front of you, you stared up at him with wide eyes. He smiled down at you and you saw fire in his chocolate brown eyes.

“What?”

“I’m not gonna be quiet anymore.”

You were on your feet suddenly and Hyuk dragged you across the room until he had you pinned against the wall. Trying to regain control of the situation, you spoke. “Uh, Sangh…er, Hyuk, I don’t think you’re yourself right now. Maybe I should go.”

“You’re right, ____. I’m not myself. I’m feeling so much better. Those pills make me such a shy and spineless boy.” He looked you up and down as if you were his prey. And honestly, you didn’t mind. Biting his bottom lip, he leaned in closer to you. “You look good enough to eat.”

His lips hovered over yours; you could feel his body press against yours every time he exhaled. Intoxicated in the moment, you gave in and closed the space between you two. He quickly took charge of the kiss; one of his hands tangling into your hair as the other drifted over your neck, resting lightly for a moment before traveling lower over your breast and stomach until it reached your ass.

The kiss was harsh and lustful. He didn’t ask for permission as his tongue forced its way pass your lips, exploring your mouth. You followed his lead, too afraid and enticed to do anything else. His hands began to roam your body, slipping up your shirt and under your bra. Gasping in the kiss from surprise only gave him more access into you.

You gain your bearings again and push him back. “Hyuk, I like you, I really do.” You were surprised by your sudden courage and the confession leaving your lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your question fell on deaf ears. Sanghyuk was someone else and all he wanted was you. “Stop stalling, ____. I saw the way you were looking at me while we were studying. The real question is, are you sure you want to do this?”

Something inside of you ignited at the sound of your words fired back at you. Glaring at him, you stepped forward and pushed him down onto the couch. “Fuck, let’s do it.” Climbing on top of him, your lips molded to his. Without breaking the heavy make-out, your hands made their way down to the zipper of his pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. Hyuk growled in the kiss as you began to stoke his already throbbing cock. Giddy, you giggled at the amount of control you had over him. Control you soon lost.

Hyuk suddenly breaking the kiss, he started to push you off him and down. On your knees and face to cock, you looked up at him as he stared directly into your eyes. “Suck.” The sound of his voice sent a shiver through your whole body that left your panties wet. Without hesitating, you took him into your mouth, sucking and licking the tip of his member with your tongue. The growl erupted from his throat again, as his hand landed on the back of your head, pumping his hips back and forth. Tears started to well in your eyes as his cock hit the back of your throat but you held them back as best you could.

He suddenly pulled out and smiled down at you. Breathing heavy and looking disheveled, you tried to give him your best glare. “What?”

He reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled something out. Throwing a condom at you, he smirked. “Put it on.” You did as you were told, glad you didn’t have to ask him to put one on.

Once you were done, Hyuk attacked. You were lifted almost completely off your feet as he dragged you to his desk and turned you around. Facing him, he spread your legs and slid his hand between your thighs, playing with you through your soaked panties. Your moans filled the small room, making you blush at the thought that other students next door knew what was happening. Hyuk didn’t care; in fact the sound of your moans only made him hornier and harder. Your panties were around your ankles in seconds and two of his fingers were inside of you before you could beg for their return.

“Ah! Fuck!”

Hyuk smiled. “Scream for me.” He dropped to knees and started to lick you up as he fingered you. You spread your legs more so his tongue could lick more of you. Your fingers were entangled in his dark brown hair as he ate you out like you were his last supper.

“Oh! Fuck me! Hyuk-ah!” He stood up, removing both his tongue and fingers from you. “No, don’t stop.” You begged, squeezing your legs together, hoping to keep your orgasm that was building close. “Hyuk, don’t stop.”

“Turn over.”

“Huh?”

“Turn over, now.”

You faced the desk, bending over with your ass in the air. His hands grazing over your ass cheeks, making their way up along your spine and to the back of your neck. Grabbing a fist full of your hair, he pulled your head back. At the same time, his cock entered your core, causing you to scream out in both pain and pleasure.

“Ahh! Fuck!” You were surprised by the amount of profanity that left your lips as Hyuk slowly fucked you. His hard member pulsing as he pulled out almost all of the way and then slamming back inside. Soon, he couldn’t contain his own passion and began to pick up the pace, thrusting hard enough that the desk banged rhythmically against the wall. Your moans and swears mixed with the sound of his grunts and the sound of your skin smacked together.  Your legs began to feel weak as your climax built again.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Hyuk-ah, please don’t stop. I’m so close.” You thrusted your hips back into him, wanting release.

Hyuk pulled your hair harder as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “I’m not gonna stop, ____. I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” You moaned at his words and the new angle. He was on the spot, you just needed a little more time. “You’re never going to be able to fuck anyone else without thinking of me. Think of my lips,” he kissed your neck. You were so close. “My hands.” As his hand tightened a little more in your hair, the other slid between your legs and his fingers began to make circular motions on your clit. Your hips bucked into him as you threw your head back. You were boarder lining your climax, your vision blurring. “My cock.” It was as if Hyuk knew the effect and timing of your body better than you. All you needed was his words and you came. Your screaming moans echoed in to the hallways of the dorms. Hyuk pumped hard, his fingers even moving in time with his thrusts, making your orgasm last for minutes. You felt lightheaded, your throat hurt from screaming, yet you didn’t want it to end. Your whole body felt on fire. Hyuk was right. No one could ever fuck you like this.

Hyuk stood up straight, releasing your hair. It was his turn and he wasn’t done with you yet. With his hands on your hips, holding you up and in place, he plunged deeper into you, his own orgasm approaching. When he came, his whole body shook and seemed to send a vibration through you.

Leaning on you as you leaned on the desk, Hyuk kissed your spine, sending more shivers through you. “Damn,” he laughed. “We should definitely do that again.”

“I agree.” You giggled back. You both made your way to his bed, he gave you one of his T-shirts to sleep in while he left to clean up. When he returned, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next day you were awakened by Sanghyuk falling out of the bed. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

He stared up at you with horror in his eyes. You could feel it, something was different. “What? Why are you in my bed? Why are you in my shirt?” He looked around the room. “What happened?”

You chuckled humorlessly, almost as confused as him. “You don’t remember?”

Sanghyuk looked at you like a horrified little boy. “____, did we…?”

You looked at him weirdly. “Yes…you really don’t remember, seriously?”

He bit his bottom lip, seeming close to tears. His face turned the brightest of pink and you covered your mouth, shocked. You forgot how cute he was when he was embarrassed.

Clearing your throat, you sat up and lowered your hand from your mouth. “Are you upset? You didn’t seem like you didn’t want to.”

His head dropped into his hands and he shook his head. “Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it was great.” He looked up, even more terrified, if that were possible. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…I…uh…I wasn’t myself last night. And I can’t remember anything. I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“No, you didn’t. Far from it, Hyuk.” You could tell Sanghyuk was flustered when he heard his name shortened. You didn’t know who he was last night, but whatever side of him you saw only made you want to know him more. Because honestly, what girl doesn’t like a guy with a dark side.

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Andreil - 79

79: That’s the third time I’ve saved your life.


Eight weeks. Andrew had been living in his apartment in relative peace and quiet for eight weeks. There had been no unwanted visitors (aside from a curious cousin who was promptly told to leave at knife point). The only noise had been the humming of his refrigerator; the inconsistent leaky tap in his bathroom, and the occasional murmur of his TV. He could smoke in any room at any time of the day or night. If nightmares didn’t dig their claws into him during the night he could sleep until midday without worrying about being woken by a pestering roommate. He could come and go from his apartment at any hour without receiving a menagerie of texts asking where he was or where he was going or if he could pick something up from the grocery store. He could keep his freezer stuffed with ice cream and ban any vegetables from his kitchen. He could eat a birthday cake at 2 in the morning without argument. Eight weeks of complete freedom and his own company.

He knew it was too good to last.

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Bitter, Then Sweet

Sometimes there doesn’t need to be a reason to spoil people you love. Sometimes it’s more fun to surprise them just because. This morning you woke up with just such a desire. That’s why you’re in the kitchen early on a Sunday, already returned from a quick grocery run.

Ingredients and trays and molds and bowls neatly line the counter. Your book of recipes is open and securely propped on the windowsill in between cheery sprouts in terracotta pots, the beginnings of your indoor herb garden you started with Kyungsoo. You know the recipe and method of chocolate making by heart, but you always double check the page with its small and sometimes not so small notes on the process. Chocolate making is something you are well known for among your friends, gifting them for birthdays or special events. Or, in cases like these, not so special, but they’re always made with the same amount of love and care. That’s something you can never give Kyungsoo and his friends enough of.

Even though EXO is between albums, the boys are still working their tails off for the next one on top of individual commitments. They do enjoy most of their packed agendas, but if the fatigue in Kyungsoo’s smile when he returns home to you and how often he passes out the instant his butt hits the couch is any hint, they need a pick-me-up. What better way to do that than with a surprise sugar rush.

As you check the temperature of the bowl of melting chocolate on the stove-top, you hear your door swing open and hit the wall. Without looking away from the chocolate, you call, “Kyungsoo?”

Your boyfriend’s chuckle is rich as the sweet you’re stirring. “Were you expecting someone else?” He steps into the kitchen with a paper bag and two coffee cups in hand.

Looking at him sends a little thrill through your spine. With the glamour of makeup absent from his face, Kyungsoo almost looks like an ordinary man who may have an unhealthy obsession with black clothes. Almost. Because, makeup or no, he’s still the most stunningly handsome man ever to grace your eyes. Plus, no makeup means no more public schedule for the day. That in turns means he could possibly be yours for the rest of the day.

“No schedule?” you ask to be sure. You mentally cross your fingers.

Kyungsoo grins. “None. I persuaded Jongin to switch places with me for the photoshoot so I finished first. I already fulfilled my vocal practice hours as well so,” he lifts the bag, “I got us breakfast.”

“My perfect man,” you giggle, eyeing the bag curiously.

“I honestly thought you’d still be asleep,” he says. He looks around the kitchen, noting the layout. “You’ve been industrious. Whose birthday is it?”

“No one’s. I just thought you and the other guys could use a treat with how hard you’ve been working.” Lifting the bowl, you carefully settle it in a bowl of water to cool a little before you use it. “Not that you don’t always work hard, but you seem to need a little extra something.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes widen before they shrink as his mouth spreads in a wide grin. He presses a light kiss against your cheek as he sets your coffee beside you. “That’s very sweet of you, love.”

You turn your head, shamelessly begging for a real kiss with your eyes. Kyungsoo readily obliges within a heartbeat. He tastes like smooth coffee and mint chap-stick. His hand drifts down to your back. The playfulness of his fingers twisting in your apron strings contrasts the serenity of his kiss. Smooth and savoring, your lips sink into each others like taking a long draught of water.

Kyungsoo pulls away, his hand sliding around your waist. He looks at you with affection. “You look very cute in an apron.”

His compliments are always straightforward, but they still make you glow. “You’ve said that before,” you reply with a coy smile.

“Because it’s true. Here, try this.” He drags the paper bag he brought closer with one hand so his other doesn’t have to release you. Pulling out a rotund, golden pastry with flaky layers, he holds it up to your mouth, careful to angle it so no crumbs get in the chocolate.

You bite down, buttery pastry mixing with a bittersweet filling. You moan and lick your lips. “Pain au chocolat. God, that’s good.”

“It’s from the bakery that opened two blocks down. They had a display of these in the window and it made me think of you. Though if I’d known you were making chocolate, I would have gotten some lemon mulberry scones they had.”

“Are you trying to say I sample my work too much?” You glare at him before bursting into laughter when he snorts. “Okay, maybe I do, but my esophagus could be coated in chocolate and I could still eat more.”

Kyungsoo laughs and lets you go to pull over a stool to sit on. He takes his own pain au chocolat out of the bag and takes a generous mouthful. You watch him close his eyes in bliss and let everything melt together on his tongue. “We should make these one weekend.”

“I’ll probably have some chocolate left over if you want to try tonight or in the morning so you can take some back with you.”

“As if I could bring anything back without the wolves sniffing it out,” he snorts. “Did you know Sehun ate the rest of the cookies we made last week? I had almost dozen left when I stuck them on top of the fridge.”

You laugh. “You can’t really blame the puppy when you put it right on eye level for tall people. I’m kind of surprised Jongin or Chanyeol didn’t snack on them first.”

“They learned to ask,” he replies, a satisfied, impish look in his eyes. You don’t ask.

“Now, love, you can’t hog me and my sweets all to yourself.” You kiss his temple as you lean across the counter for the candy thermometer. “We can make two batches: one for us and one for them.”

He hums noncommittally and goes back to nibbling his breakfast. You can tell he’s still not quite happy about sharing food you made for him, but everyone has their moments of selfishness. Besides, he makes plenty of food for them; it’s understandable to want them to respect what’s his. Taking another quick bite of your pastry, you remove the chocolate from the water

“So who’s getting what?” Kyungsoo asks when you reach for one of the smaller bowls of fillings and pick up a knife.

“Coffee beans for Minseok, strawberry for Chanyeol, caramel for Jongdae, toffee for Jongin, peanut butter for Baekhyun, almonds for Junmyeon, coconut for Sehun, and… cherry for Yixing.” You plop a cherry in half of the hollow chocolate, cover it with another, and seal the chocolate shut with a careful swipe of melted chocolate around the seam.

“What about me?”

You glance over at him, squinting your eyes in observation. “I’m still debating on yours. I’m thinking maybe dark chocolate with milk or white chocolate center.” You turn back to your work. “A dozen each should be enough, don’t you think? I don’t want you all getting in trouble with your managers for eating too many sweets.”

“I suppose.”

You eye him out of the corner of your sight, confused by his suddenly flat tone. Kyungsoo is still chewing away with no sign of distress on his face except a far away look in his eyes. Shrugging, you continue filling and sealing the chocolates. Spaces of time without words being exchanged certainly isn’t an abnormal thing, especially when either of you gets lost in thought.

Kyungsoo’s probably thinking of the new script he mentioned receiving the day before. He thinks about work too much sometimes, but his dedication is something you love about him. So, you leave him in peace. When you notice Kyungsoo sneaking a few caramels from the bowl, you smile, reassured everything is alright. If his appetite was off, then you’d know there was trouble ahead.


You wait to deliver the treats until their schedules line up so they’re all at the dance studio together. Strangely, it took you a few days to pry the day and time out of Kyungsoo. You had almost texted Jongin instead when your boyfriend apparently forgot how to answer his phone. He had mentioned their schedule was jam packed, but he was usually very good about replying to you when you didn’t see each other for days. The abnormality has you a bit worried, but you don’t want to bother him so you hold in questioning him about his turn for the taciturn until you can see him face to face.

Yixing notices you standing quietly outside the door with cloth bag in hand. He smiles and beckons you in. The others cheer happily at the sight of you, at least partly because they know you always come bearing gifts of some kind of food. Kyungsoo hangs towards the back of the group that surrounds you, only giving you a small smile that doesn’t quite fill his gaze. His eyes sweep back and forth among his friends with a mix of emotions you don’t recognize.

“What’d you bring us?” Baekhyun asks.

“You’re supposed to say ‘hello’ when someone comes to see you,” Junmyeon reminds him lightly, rolling his eyes.

You smile and wave your hand. “It’s alright, Junmyeon.”

“Chocolate!” Jongdae screams, having glimpsed the boxes with their names tidily labeled. “She made us her chocolates!”

Excited thanks roll off their tongues as you pass out the treats. A content quiet of chewing and murmured comparisons replaces it as the men all dig in. When you come to the bottom of the bag, you look for Kyungsoo. He’s sitting on the couch to the side, arms folded and eyes fixed on the floor.

You cross over to him, pull out the last box, and drop the bag by his feet. “Saved the best for last,” you say quietly, and slide it onto his legs.

His hands automatically cup the sides as it takes up most of his lap. “This- this is mine?” Kyungsoo glances at the others’ boxes, noting they’re only half the size of his.

“It does have your name on it,” you point out. You sit down beside him and lift the box’s top.

Inside sits your masterpiece. A large heart with white chocolate drizzle crisscrossing its surface. Kyungsoo keeps staring down at it, not saying a word.

“Soo?” You giggle nervously. “You know you’re supposed to eat it? Not just look at it.” When he remains motionless, you break off the heart’s tip and hold it to his lips for him.

He opens his mouth just enough for you to slip it in. You watch closely as he chews slowly. A smile blooms on his face when Kyungsoo finally swallows. “It’s really good. What’s the filling?” He carefully breaks off another piece to eat.

“My take on canoli filling. Kyungsoo,” you lower your voice, “are you okay?”

He waits until he finishes the chocolate to answer. “Yes. I’m sorry. I know I’ve been weird lately.” He sighs and gives a little wry laugh, looking away from you. “I- I was just a bit jealous.”

“You? Jealous of what?”

“Well, that you were making treats for all them instead of just for me.” Kyungsoo swings his eyes back to you with a sheepish expression. “It’s stupid, but sometimes I want to be the only one you spoil.”

You can’t help laughing in relief. Who would have thought you could make Do Kyungsoo jealous. At least it was an easy fix. You tap his nose with your finger. “Kyungsoo, if you want more attention, just ask for it. I will make you as many personal chocolates or whatever else as your big heart desires. Consider me your personal chef.”

“You are so much more than that. So much.” He presses a quick kiss on your cheek. “Thank you for the heart. I love it.”

“And I love you.” You return his peck with one of your own. “You’re the only one who gets to here me say that.”

“God, get a room!” Sehun’s teasing call and Jongin’s resulting cackle make you both jump and realize everyone is looking at you with silly grins. Matching blushes paint your cheeks as they laugh.

Chanyeol starts clapping his hands and chanting, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“Not in front of you guys,” Kyungsoo retorts, throwing a pretend punch Chanyeol’s way. The giant flinches even though there’s no way Kyungsoo’s fist could reach him.

“I can always kiss her if you don’t want to,” Jongdae teases.

“No way, man. I called dibs ages ago if the chance came up,” Baekhyun scoffs, sliding onto the couch beside you. He closes his eyes and puckers his lips, leaning closer. Instead of your lips, Baekhyun finds part of Kyungsoo’s chocolate shoved in his mouth.

Joining in with the others’ laughter as Baekhyun splutters turn into appreciative lip smacking, you move closer to Kyungsoo. “So you know, I made you another and left it at home in case they somehow eat all of this one,” you whisper in his ear.

Kyungsoo’s lips twitch in a smile that he schools to calm in an instant. “Bless you. You know them too well.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. “And you. You’re a big push over when it comes to th-” Mouth suddenly full of chocolate, you give Kyungsoo an accusatory look.

“Let me live in the ignorance that I’m the only one that knows that.”

Candy Hearts

title: Candy Hearts                                                                                               pairing: Snowbaz                                                                                                 fandom: Carry On                                                                                             words: 1.8k

summary: Simon Snow is shit at giving gifts. But it’s okay because his unsurprisingly romantic boyfreind makes up for it.

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Chocolate Cake Shot

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Dean being annoying, lots of drinking.

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: For SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 Week 1, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Prompt: “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

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“There is no way you’re going to do seven shots in a row.”

Your eyebrow arched at your boyfriend, a smirk formed on your lips, “Well I am about to prove you wrong.”

He shook his head as you picked up the shot, the cool glass touching your lips, “I’m going to be holding her hair back tonight,” your boyfriend spoke to his brother as you downed the first shot.

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Preview of Eyes Wide Open All the Time: Chapter 31


Everyone decides to have Christmas at Makoto’s house, which he doesn’t have much say in, but he’s oddly excited for the gathering – big social events usually horrify him. Maybe he’s just happy because of the normalcy the holidays bring; he’s had the best time of curling up with Haru and a cup of hot chocolate by the fireplace, or spending hours on Sousuke’s roof to help him adjust Christmas lights to Rin’s liking, or watching Haru and Rin accidentally tape their hands when they try wrapping presents to take to Gou.

All of Freebird comes to Makoto’s house on Christmas, including some others. Rei arrives with Nagisa, who is armed to the teeth in mistletoe and cartons of spiked eggnog. Nitori and Momotarou share wedding ideas with Aki while Seijuro throws back beers with Sousuke. Natsuya and Nao have Ikuya dressed in the most precious reindeer sweater, which the boy loathes to a withering degree, but he perks up when he notices Nii – he follows her into the kitchen to sneak some eggnog. Asahi lights cigarettes on Sousuke’s prized grill as he cooks steaks and Asahi is oblivious to each murderous look he receives.

Rin and Haru are completely wrapped up in Gou when her social worker drops her off for the evening. Makoto’s mother comes with the twins and she embraces him at the door, then playfully asks who the pretty girl in Rin’s arms is, knowing fully well it’s Gou but making the girl beam shyly. She plays in the snow with Ren and Ran and introduces them to Hayato when he arrives with Kisumi.

Night rolls in and the neighborhood glows in florescent lights of red, green, and white. Makoto and Haru sit on the patio swing with a quilt thrown over their legs as they watch the kids roast marshmallows over Sousuke’s grill, the air warm with cinnamon and fire. Makoto gazes down at Haru, watching Christmas lights play in the darkness of his hair. “Are you feeling all right? Not too tired?”

“Mmm.” Haru takes another sip of hot chocolate and shakes his head. “I’m fine.” He looks Makoto over, rocking the swing absently. “Your leg hurting? You had more adjustments to your prosthetic than usual while we were planning this party.”  

Makoto stretches out his legs. “It was probably just the stress.” He perks up and beams. “I feel great tonight, though. It helps that there’s plenty of places to sit.”

Haru hums and snuggles into Makoto’s shoulder, then Makoto rests his cheek on the top of Haru’s head. “This is so nice,” the boy sighs. Quieter, he confesses, “I never thought I’d get to have this.”

Makoto kisses Haru’s forehead. “I know the feeling. I’m…” Emotion swells in his throat. “I’m so happy with you, Haruka.”

Haru looks up and realization passes between their eyes. The world falls into rosy, soft focus as everything aligns right down to their heartbeats. Makoto is so satisfied with his place in the world for the first time in his life, if only because his place is right here beside Haru, but he still yearns for more. Makoto cannot get enough of him, wanting to be even closer, aching with the need to be his forever.

Understanding dawns on Haru’s face, mirroring all of Makoto’s emotions. He cups Makoto’s cheek and stares up at him with adoration. “Of course we’ll be together,” he whispers.

Makoto kisses him, clutching Haru’s jaw tenderly as his heart soars. Haru’s fingers laze through Makoto’s hair to bring him in harder, and he takes his lips with the fire of stars.

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7 and 21

You didn’t specify a pairing for these, so I hope you don’t mind that I chose Adrinino for them! I’m just so feeling this ship right now, y’all don’t even know.

7: “You did what?!”

“You did what?!”

Adrien felt his cheeks heat up as he shuffled his feet, unsure how to answer. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, hell, a great idea. But now he thought maybe he it was too much…

“I wanted to make tonight special…” Adrien mumbled, hating how much his cheeks burned. He had to be as red as Ladybug’s suit by now. “It’s our first official date, I wanted to do something special.”

“Babe, babe, listen to me.” Nino said, grasping his boyfriend’s shoulders and shaking him slightly. “When you want to do something nice for our first date, you buy flowers, or chocolate, or that new CD I’ve been hinting at. You don’t buy out an entire restaurant.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make sure everything went perfectly.” He mumbled, feeling incredibly embarrassed. God, why did he have to be so stupid sometimes? He probably made Nino incredibly uncomfortable at the amount of money he spent… The date had hardly even began, and here Adrien was ruining the entire thing.

“Adrien Agreste, you are the most dramatic boy I’ve ever been in love with,” Nino said, pulling Adrien in for a passionate kiss. When Nino pulled away a moment later, Adrien was breathless and a little weak in the knees. “You sure do know how to treat a bro though, don’t you?” Nino said, clapping Adrien on the back.

“Like I said, I wanted to make sure everything was perfect. I didn’t want any loud or nosy or rude patrons ruining our night… I thought privacy would be nice too…”

“Well, it’s the most memorable first date I’ve ever been on.” Nino said, nudging Adrien lightly.

“What, your first date wasn’t more memorable than this? What could be more fantastic than a ride throughout Paris, ending with a picnic on the Eiffel Tower?” Adrien teased, feeling a little better knowing that Nino wasn’t mad at him.

“Being on a date with my best bro, that’s what.” Nino said, throwing him a wink. “Now what do you say we take a seat? Apparently we have a lot to choose from.” The DJ thread his fingers through Adrien’s, leading him to a secluded booth with romantically dim lighting. A waiter met them at the table, handing out menu’s and offering to bring the wine over. After the man left, Adrien turned to his boyfriend with a grin.

“Now, about that CD you mentioned,” He said, taking a small package out of his jacket pocket. He couldn’t hold in his laughter at the look on Nino’s face.

You didn’t.


21.  “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It does if you simplify the polynomial by factoring out the binomials using distributive property,”

“Dude, none of what you just said makes any sense!” Nino said, slumping on the desk in front of him, knocking the calculus textbook onto the floor. “It’s hopeless man, I stink at this stuff!”

Adrien smiled softly at his boyfriend’s antics. He rubbed Nino’s shoulders affectionately, trying to release some of the tension out of him. “I know it’s complicated, let’s start from the beginning.” Nino just groaned in response.

“There’s no point dude!” Nino exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “I don’t know why I need to know any of this anyways, I don’t plan on being some math robot after graduation! What do binomial factors have to do with spinning sick beats anyways?”

“I’m sure I could apply it somehow…” Adrien mused, causing Nino to punch him lightly on the arm.

“Thanks for trying to tutor me babe, but I’m pretty sure it’s a lost cause.”

Nino regretted the words the second they left his mouth. Adrien’s eyes danced with mischief and the allure of a challenge. He looked less like the supermodel heartthrob, and more like a certain mangy black cat that was found roaming around Paris…

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He murmured, leaning in closer to Nino. The DJ felt his breath hitch as his boyfriend moved closer, eyes widening as the blonde licked his lips, never taking his eyes off of Nino. “Why don’t we make this a little more interesting, hmm?” Nino felt himself bobbing his head without really realizing it. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the boy’s lips as they inched closer to his.

“Good!” Adrien chirped, straightening up. He stood and picked up the neglected calculus textbook, and Nino shook himself out of the daze. Adrien sat down next to him again, and Nino burned wherever they touched. “Now, for every equation that you properly factor, you’ll earn yourself a reward.” The blond sent a flirtatious wink towards Nino, who felt his stomach drop. “The more you do, the more you get.”

Nino had never worked so fast in his life.