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[trashpandacraft]

a bobbin's a bobbin, right? i mean, it works...

flicking it to make it spin on the lazy kate is much faster than any of my other options.

obligatory progress photo, which looks just like the last photo i posted but is different, i swear.

[fireflylitsky]

Shisui ruins everything for the wip game!!

Ahaha you'll actually recognize this one because it came from one of the Shinden server prompts :3 Anyway I've been thinking a lot about this AU and how Sakura fits into it, potentially Shisui/Sakura.

Anyhow, here's a snippet of an AU in which Shisui lives and Obito has a really bad time:

The night is dark, the moon just a fragile sliver in the sky. It’s raining like it always does here. Obito shuts the hideout door behind him, performs a seal to secure the perimeter, and takes a deep breath in the silence of his own space. His shoulders decompress on the exhale, long and low, a tired sigh laced with just a modicum of relief.

Alone, finally. 

Being Tobi is exhausting. Now he’s free to just be Obito.

He’s not sure which is worse, honestly, but it’s something different at the very least. 

“Long day, Obito-kun?” a bright, curious voice shatters the comfortable silence from behind him. It sounds like a man. Younger. Maybe in his twenties. 

Obito freezes. Listening. The voice is unfamiliar. He’d felt no chakra signature upon entry, yet now it floods the room with overwhelming intent. 

“Ah, my apologies. Where are my manners? I probably shouldn’t act so familiar. After all, you don’t know me,” the man says. His tone is oddly jovial for someone emanating such a malignant aura. Obito knows a thing or two about that though. “But I know you.”

“Is that so?” Obito turns around, not bothering with trying to maintain his Tobi persona after he’s already been made. He takes a brief moment to light a nearby lantern.

In the dim, orange light, he sees now where the voice is coming from and why he hadn’t noticed any figure when he first entered.

A man donning all black like he’s been dipped in darkness wears one of Obito’s own masks—an older one, yellow with something like tiger stripes peeling from one edge across the curve of it. The man stands flush against the wall that his mask collection hangs on. When he steps forward, it almost looks as if the mask just floats off of its own volition. A trick of the eye, but not an illusion—not genjutsu, anyway.

How quaint.

“If you really knew me,” Obito says, flexing his shoulder with a roll, “then I doubt you’d be so brazen right now.”

“Brazen?” The man laughs. “Now that’s funny, coming from you.”

There’s something eerie about whoever this is. Their confidence is knife’s edge sharp. Way too personal.

"What's wrong, Obito?" He laces his fingers beneath his chin with a tilt of his head. "I thought you liked this whole 'man behind the mask' routine. Or is that only when you do it?"

Obito's lips tighten into a thin line, brow furrowing behind his mask. An unsettling feeling of dread curls in his gut. Somehow, somewhere along the way, he missed something.

After a long pause, Obito clicks his tongue. "To answer your original question, yes, it has been a long day. Let’s cut to the chase—who are you?”

“Hm, how about this,” the man in black proposes, dragging his fingertips up along the mask’s cheeks, taking hold of it by the edges. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Obito stares. Considers.

Revealing his face goes against every instinct in his body, but holding his cards close when his opponent has apparently already seen his hand doesn’t exactly benefit him.

“Fine.” The decided clack of his mask against the oak desk is loud in the otherwise tensely silent room. He watches, waiting for the other man to follow suit. Mere seconds as they are, they stretch on torturously. The thought of being seen—*truly seen*—for the first time in years feels like a hot swelter burning under his collar and he prays it doesn't creep up his face.

Luckily the poor lighting is on his side. He works to keep his face impassive—not usually something he needs to concern himself with.

He’s fine. He's fine. He's always fine.

When he expects another obnoxiously animated reaction from the man, there is none.

"I see," is all he says, oddly even, finally breaking the mounting tension as his hands fall from his face, mask still held between his fingers.

Obito blinks. His brain is instantly roiling. He wants so desperately to put his mask back on.

This is bad. This is really fucking bad. 

He's been playing shogi—and playing it well, mind you—operating under the assumption that he knew which pieces were on the board.

Shisui goddamn Uchiha was not supposed to be one of them.

“Oh." Shisui smiles warmly with a little too much bite. His eyes flash red, a mirthful, calculating glint in them as they don’t so much as blink. "So you do know me, judging by that look on your face. That’s good. That’s good.”

Shit. Shit. Shisui being alive is one thing. Shisui having eyes is another. Where the hell did he get those? What else hasn’t Obito accounted for?

With a bowing of Shisui’s brows and a casual tip of his head—some mockery of actual concern—he steps toward Obito. Allows his face to be illuminated by the flickering lantern light. "Are you okay, Obito? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

Obito usually prides himself on his unwavering composure, but right now the world feels like it's been tilted on its axis. One thought running through his head is louder than the rest, so that's the only thing his dry throat manages to scrape out. "You shouldn't be alive.""I know, right?" Shisui laughs with a shrug. "Oops. Guess we've both made some interesting choices, isn't that right, Obito? Speaking of—I have some questions about Itachi. You wouldn’t believe the state I found him in.”

[zonkutonshorrifyingpeenie]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

tagged in by the lovely @borealopelta thanks bb! <3 <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

9

What's your total AO3 word count?

23,958

What fandoms do you write for?

i've primarily written for powerwolf with my extremely-specific-furry-au, but I've also written for AFK arena, fnaf, and there's a couple bakugan ones that I want to try and get back to working on as well, or indeed, working on writing in general ;A;

Top five fics by kudos?

Light's On - fnaf sb - 81 kudos

Reunions Sacrifice - afk arena - 60 kudos

A Were's First - powerwolf - 25 kudos

It's 3am... - powerwolf - 16 kudos

Charles' Nightmare - powerwolf - 11 kudos

Do you respond to comments?

If I actively remember to, yes.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely A Were's Last, which was almost exclusively written to induce tears in... two people at most lol

sometimes you just gotta write non-canon no-point angst shit ya feel?

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Honestly, I haven't written many if any explictly happy fic endings, they seem to lean more melancholic most of the time which definitely doesn't say anything about my mental state what are you talking about

but, Sleeping On Your Alpha Can Be Something That's Very Personal, Actually and It's 3am... would probably count as at least my least sad fic ends

Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no. but some of my fic-connected posting has certainly garnered some strangely passionate responses.

Do you write smut?

Yep

Craziest crossover?

None of my fics are crossovers

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, and if they're desperate enough to steal from me, I think I'd feel sorry for them

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not explictly, no. The closest I've gotten to anything like co-writing has been like... a couple of discord fic-lore convos that turned into semi-writings and also all that rp shit i did over a decade ago.

All time favorite ship

I don't exactly have a metric for rating any of my ships above the other, they all grab me by the throat in differing ways

though, by genre at least, i do gravitate towards gay old men, so, take that as you will

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Buddy I could just list my entire writing folder here and I doubt I would actually be exaggerating T-T

The mental illness has gripped me far too hard the last few years...

But, there's always hope, right?

What are your writing strengths?

environment descriptions and turn-of-phrase, I suppose. I like to think I'm fairly ok at getting a general vibe across in the... 12 paragraphs before i get to even a speck of dialogue lol

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

My monolingual ass could never. I'd be too afraid of fucking it up

First fandom you wrote in?

the first thing i remember writing for was fuckn like... an mmo game. i think it was the Sacred one when that was around... i think??

but that was purely written in random linebook when i was a child and didn't understand the concept of fanfiction yet

the first thing i POSTED anywhere was probably bakugan or homestuck. I genuinely can't recall exact order, but I do know for certain fact that I worked on this one bakugan fic for far FAR too long during highschool recess and lunch breaks

Favorite fic you've written?

In terms of published, definitely AWF, my beloved domestic furry au that is definitely not semi-dead-in-the-water-it's-fine ignore my tears

unpublished, there's certainly a few that I'm having a very pleasant and fun time with writing, even if the going is very slow.

If you were forced to write only one genre for the rest of your life (like James Patterson lol) what would you want it to be?

Probably Fantasy or Mythology, lot of wiggle-room within that, and I tend to lean more fantastical in my worlds and such anyhow.

I'm gonna tag in @deerfests I reckon! And open-invite ofr anyone else that wants to hop in as well!

[jamieroxxartist]

Saw this on my feed this morning.

And that's Very True.... Personally, I don't have a problem with it... So long as they keep making everything they do look like it's under a layer of cling wrap.

Some additional thoughts in relation to AI Artwork from a Painter. I have been painting Professionally since 2001. around 10 years of schooling and getting it together before that. So Yeah, been at it for a while. Also have a couple of degrees in my back pocket and know the art world, and how the actual world we all live in works. I have a pretty good bead on it.

Here's the lay of the land as I see it.

First I have a certain affection for certain parts of various paintings I have painted over the years (decades now, Geeze-Lousie!) 'Say, I like this about that. Gee That worked really well, I'll have to remember that move, that technique' etc etc.

But these Are Not my Children. Look, I wouldn't sell my Children! They are not my babies! I mean, not really if I'm honest. I never painted them to be. That wasn't / isn't their job (for me)

But rather I want whomever purchases, or acquires them, to feel that they are their babies! Heck they spoke to them. They made that special connection, the one between Art and the observer. If I listened to all the 'Art speaking to me' in here (my studio, my head) I'd go insane! It's an F'ing MadHouse in here!

Anyhow as far as AI goes, all it is, is just pretty regurgitation, I mean literally, it is. That's all. I mean yeah, you could probably survive on it, but would you really want to?

Look I can pretty much confidently say, that for all of the people who have bought my art, yes they dig the paintings, of course. It spoke to them. But they also dig that I was able to make that happen for them, as a painter, an artist.

Am I worried about losing a sale to an AI image? No. I am not. I have done this long enough to know, that anyone who would prefer to hang that over the piano as opposed to a Real, human-created painting isn't someone I was going to sell to anyhow. They were not at a place, intellectually, spiritually, whatever you want to call it, to take that ride.

When Warhol started painting color-splotches and splashes, backgrounds and highlights on silkscreens did the masses run out and start buying just screenprint images for that perfect place in their perfect pad? No! No one gave 2 shits about the screenprint. If they did, don't you think ole Andy would have made sure all those copies were a little more cleaned up? He really wasn't one to leave money on the table.

His collectors dug what he had created. You take ole' Andy out of that equation... well it just doesn't work.

I was with my wife at IKEA a bit back and they were selling a $35 Audrey Hepburn silk screen print. Why would someone buy one of my more expensive paintings of Audrey when they could just buy that? And look I absolutely think if that's what they want that's what they should buy. But the reason that folks have bought mine, is that there is just something about it, that they needed. It's hard to explain it to someone who has never had that connection yet. There's just something about it. And that's simply what AI can't copy. I honestly doubt if it ever will be able to understand that, let alone reproduce it.

When I go to the symphony and hear a symphony knocking out Beethoven's 9th. I tear up. It speaks to me. That doesn't happen for me, when I listen to a recording. Even if it's a recording of the same symphony, same performance. Is that the same for everybody? Probably not, but boy am I glad that it's that way for me. That I can have that connection. I get that not everyone can, and I feel sad for those who cannot.

So yeah, anyhow, are Fine Artists worried about the AI-Generated art revolution? None that I know are. And neither am I.

However, if I were a Graphic Designer and made my living doing that, yeah I would be. Absolutely.

[0097linersb]

Meddle About

Pairings: Haechan x Reader / Jeno x Reader (Briefly Mentioned)

Genre: Smut

Summary:  Mark doesn’t think you or Haechan would have a problem with killing each other, not even bat an eye at it in fact. 

Word count: 9.3k

A/N: Hey bitches, missed me? No, but fr, I´m sorry I suck Ik. Anyhow, this is a 2 parts series so hope u have fun, let me know what u think <3

Part 2

Mark found himself regretting his past decisions more often than not - Especially in times like these when he could barely hear his own thoughts over his friends’ loud discussion over the dumbest topic he had ever heard in all his 23 years on this Earth. Honestly, he should have predicted things would turn out this way when he decided to introduce his two best friends to each other, but he was naïve and believed that the two of you were long-lost soulmates separated at birth and he was doing God’s work by bringing you back together. Well, he had now figured out: It was a trap, and he was clearly being punished for thinking so highly of himself.              

It’s not necessarily that you and Haechan hated each other, you wouldn’t even agree to be in the same room if that was the case, but it sure seemed like it. Also, if it ever came down to it, Mark doesn’t think either of you two would have a problem with killing the other, not even bat an eye at it in fact. He didn’t really understand the concept of your relationship, all he knew was that it wasn’t hate, but wasn’t really fondness either. 

In the beginning, things were normal enough (or at least as normal as something can be when involving his friends); None of you liked sharing Mark’s attention and were constantly competing for his affection, bickering around like your bloodlines’ honors were on the line. Mark let you be because it wasn’t really hurting anyone and all the love, gifts and being dragged around were surely boosting his ego, but when things escalated to the point in which they are now, it suddenly became way too late to intervene and now he just had to put up with it. 

If it weren´t for the consequences of his own choices.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, you wouldn’t even make it to top 5,” You rolled your eyes before taking a sip from the drink you were holding.

Mark furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, missing whatever new topic the conversation has progressed into.

“Because you think you would?” Haechan raised an eyebrow. 

“I hate to admit it, but I actually think both of you would do well enough,” Renjun added, knowing better than to let you and Haechan hog the conversation and turn it into a fight. “Can’t say the same about Jisung and Jeno.”

“I won’t even try to defend myself,” Jisung pouted. 

“Why me?” Jeno whined in confusion. 

“Because you’re like a baby,” Haechan explained. “If Jaemin isn’t there to feed you, you’ll starve.”

“You think you’re hot shit but I put you in the “first one to die” position instead of Jisung,” You pointed at Haechan, not done with the discussion yet and ready to defend Jeno. “You’d attract zombies in a second with your loud ass.”

Oh, so that’s what this is about.

It seemed innocent enough, right?

Wrong.

Somehow, the simple discussion of who would survive the longest during a zombie apocalypse ended with a broken tabletop and a completely speechless Chenle (which was a first) watching his two friends trying to prove who was stronger.

"I'll pay for it," You and Haechan turned to Mark at the same time, getting back to the discussion in a millisecond like nothing had happened. 

Mark really liked his table, but honestly, he was too dumbfounded at the scene unfolding in front of him to complain. 

Just another normal Friday night.

Well, if you and Haechan didn't quite get along well, with his other friends it was pretty clear where you stood - and it was normally right next to Jeno, but no one talked about that for the sake of the group. Mark knows the two of you hook up sometimes, but he doesn't think it ever got past some heavy making out and he was fine with that, it probably wouldn’t escalate much past that.

"How was the date with San?" He heard Jeno silently ask you. 

"It went well enough," You shrugged. "He's handsome, really nice and a gentleman."

"Oh, so no sex, huh?" 

Funny enough, the whole room decided to go quiet at that exact moment.

"Who's not having sex?" Haechan excitedly asked, securing his “gossip king” status.

"You. Ever," You groan, finishing yet another drink. Mark noticed you often resorted to alcohol whenever around Haechan.

"I'm not the one looking like I haven't known what real joy feels like in years."

"Weren't you taking a break anyways?" Mark asked you before you could retort, figuring that he might as well just join in now that your sex life was out in the open. 

"From sex?" Jisung asked in confusion and you nodded.

"So no bitches?" Haechan joked with a smirk on his face.

"Stop projecting, makes you look insecure."

"Why would you do that?" Jisung returned to the original topic in a hurry, like the idea of choosing to not have sex would never ever once cross his mind.  

Cute.

"Not intending to shit on your gender but gladly doing so, men kind of suck. After many frustrated nights, I decided I could take better care of myself," You shrugged once again, pinching Jisung's cheek and cooing when he blushed at the mention of self-pleasuring. 

"Pff, you just have bad judgment," Haechan scoffed.

"And I judge by your tone that you think you're an exception?"

"Never had a complaint."

"And you think that's something to brag about?"

"No, but my dick sure is."

"Ew," Everyone's face contorted at the same time - minus Mark's, who was used to Haechan's crude humor and Chenle's, who actually thought his joke was funny. 

You pretended to throw up at the thought and Jeno handed you another can out of habit, which you promptly opened and drank for the exact same reason. Mark felt kind of jealous at how close the two of you had gotten but he blamed it on the vodka, deep down he knew he wasn’t going to be replaced as your best friend.

"Haechan's always bragging about being a sex god or something, but I've never actually seen him with a woman," Jaemin poked. 

"Now you're just lying."

He was right, you all saw Haechan at the club: A different girl in his arms each time he came around. 

"No, I mean I´ve never seen you bringing anyone over after a party."

"Why would I bring a girl over to a house full of dudes?"

He did have a point.

"I call bullshit," Chenle agreed.

"You guys seriously never noticed my absence?" He asked in shock, looking kind of upset.

"You're always here in the morning," Mark shrugs.

"Because it's called a one-night stand."

"Oh, what a playboy," You roll your eyes with sarcasm. "Poor girls wake up hating themselves for their choices and you're here all proud of yourself."

"I'm not bragging, it's a mutual agreement!"

"He's right," Jeno agrees.

"Thank you, Je-"

"But he's still all bark and no bite."

"What are we even talking about? This isn't about me! This is about Y/N and her incapability to orgasm."

"You made it about you!" You shout in exasperation. "And like I said, I do a pretty good job on my own."

"Ok no, but seriously, how long do you usually take to finish yourself off?" Haechan asked.

Mark will blame his friend's behavior on the vodka too. 

The two empty bottles on the floor were suddenly speaking volumes. This was supposed to be a little warm-up before a night out so everyone would spend less at the club and now here were his friends, talking about masturbation like they were discussing the weather. 

"I don't time it?" You look at him like he was stupid - which you knew he wasn't, thanks to the monthly trivia games where the two of you competed against each other. 

It wasn't a trivia night without one of you being kicked out of the bar.

Thankfully, you were friends with the staff, so you were always allowed to come back the next time as if nothing had happened - It was a vicious cycle.

"I bet at least one of us here can get you there faster," Haechan suddenly smirked and Mark would honestly pay to be able to see everyone's reaction again.

Jeno simply widened his eyes in pure shock at his friend's absurdity, Jaemin literally screeched while Jisung somehow managed to fall from the couch. Even you, who was never affected by any of Haechan's antics were rendered quiet as Mark choked on his drink. 

That’s it, Mark was going to hide the half-empty vodka bottle in front of him. 

"Bro, leave me o-"

"What's in it for me?" You asked right when everyone had started recovering from the shock, the room going absolutely dead quiet when people realized neither of you were joking.

Jisung looked like he was about to pass out.

"My entire PC set up."

Wow.

"Pretty high prize considering you're not even willing to bet on yourself," You commented. 

Suddenly everyone forgot they were never supposed to let the two of you exchange more than a few words with each other without meddling in, silence still looming over the room.

"I just trust my friends," He shrugs. "Also, wanted to give you an option, but I most definitely meant me."

"So your little bet would technically require me to have sex with you?" You squinted, trying to gather if the man in front of you had gone absolutely crazy.

"Precisely. And if you lose-"

"It won't come to it."

Honestly, everyone in the room would pay to see Haechan be humiliated. 

"Add your Balenciaga hoodie to the equation and I'm in," You agreed, absolutely stupefying everyone.

Haechan gasped at the mention of his precious item of clothing, the one he had spent years saving to be able to afford, the one he searched all around the world for, the one he barely wore twice on really special occasions. 

"Fine," He groaned in between his teeth. 

It was never like the two of you to back down from a challenge.

"When?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Tonight."

"I'll need to get way drunker for that."

"You're already drunk, shut up. So, here's what's going to happen: Before the party you're going to go somewhere and do your thing so we can time it," Haechan started explaining and honestly, someone could throw a ticking grenade in the middle of the room at that moment and no one would even notice.

"So like, right now?"

"Yeah. And next time we can arrange for the second part of the deal."

"Fucking you," You nodded in acknowledgment. "I can go two times in a row."

"No, that would be unfair."

He was right.

"If you say so," You shrugged.

"We want to bet too!" Chenle interrupted, coming back to life.

“What would you even get from it?” You asked confusedly.

“Just seeing Haechan swallow his ego is fulfilling enough,” Chenle explained and that was enough reasoning for you, so you nodded in agreement and Haechan rolled his eyes at his friend’s words but agreed anyways. “Also, if we bet money, whoever wins gets to keep half of the money while you keep the other half.”

“40%,” You interrupt.

“45.”

“Not up for discussion,” You conclude as you took another shot. 

“Why is everyone simply assuming she will win?” Haechan asked, looking heavily offended. 

Everyone mutually decided to ignore him and started screaming how much they would bet and how much time they thought Haechan would take to get you there, the starting point at $150. 

Easy money.

You were so entertained by how much cash you´d be making that it didn´t dawn on you what you would actually have to do for it until Donghyuck looked at you expectantly, “So, shall we begin?”

Your body suddenly froze at the realization, like you weren´t literally the one who decided to take his joke too seriously and started this whole thing, “Ri-right now?”

All eyes were on you, even Mark who was normally sensitive to your discomfort seemed to be edging you on.

“Are we sure we need to do this when everyone is around?” You asked, not recognizing if you had alcohol enough in you to be comfortable with masturbating in your room, knowing everyone was right outside and aware of what you were doing. 

“Positive.”

“I´m-”

“C´mon, it´s a natural thing. Everyone does it,” Jaemin raised his fist in the air to show support. “Jisung here takes 50 minutes in the shower every day and no one looks down on him for it.”

That earned him a punch from a very red-looking Jisung but Jaemin seemed to enjoy his friend´s discomfort. 

“Look who´s all bark and no bite now,” Haechan teased, seeming really pleased with himself.

“Fuck off, give me 10 minutes to try and down this whole bottle,” You took a deep breath, grabbing the half-full vodka from the center. 

“I´ll give you 2,” Haechan concluded and you glared at him but accepted what you could get. 

Ultimately, you ended up having another 2 shots before everyone started rushing you. Adding that to all the alcohol you already had in your system, resulted to an amount that was enough to, at least, get your inhibitions lowered. Jaemin was right, everyone there did it, it was nothing to be ashamed over. 

“Okay, I´m ready,” You muttered the courage before standing up to the sound of your friends 'cheers, phone in hand to hold your part of the deal and time how long you took to get yourself there. You were turning the knob of your door to enter your room when you noticed Haechan standing right behind you.

“What are you doing here?”

“I´m the referee,” He answered and you noticed he indeed had his phone unlocked on the timer app.

“The hell you are.”

“Look, how will I know you´re not cheating?”

“Can´t you just trust my word?”

“Ha. Funny.”

“No, absolutely not. This isn´t what I signed up for.”

“Actually this is exactly what you signed up for.”

“He´s right,” Renjun mumbled before looking down when you glared at him.

“Can´t we have Jeno do it?” You asked, clearly exasperated at the thought of Haehcan there. In your room. Watching you pleasure yourself.

“We all know he´d lie for you.”

“Ok, so literally anyone else.”

“They all bet in your favor, so no. It´s either me, everyone or deal´s off.”

You two exchanged heated looks, a smirk on his face that read a clear “I knew you´d back down”. You felt your body burning in anger (and anxiety), knowing you couldn´t give him the satisfaction of winning - Also, there were over a thousand bucks in it for you. 

“Okay,” You said between gritted teeth.

How have things gotten to this point?

Haechan smiled at that and pushed you aside to open the door himself, signaling inside as you begrudgingly took a step into your own room.

“Make yourself comfortable, sweetie,” He winked as you passed by him.

“Just don´t take too long,” Mark screamed as Haechan started closing the door. “Clubs are about to open.”

With crossed arms you made your way to the bed as the man sat comfortably in your desk chair, manspreading without a care in the world. 

“This is fucked up,” You informed him, awkwardly sitting on the edge of your own bed. 

“C´mon, tell me when I can start timing it.”

“Wait, stupid. It´s kind of hard to get in the mood with you there.”

“I can dirty talk if you´d like.”

“Oh my god, please never say anything remotely similar to that ever again.”

“Suit yourself.”

You took a minute to give yourself a pep talk before quickly making your way under the covers before your rational side got you to give up.

“What do you think you´re doing?” Haechan raised an eyebrow at you, looking at his cuticles like there wasn´t someone just about to freaking masturbate in front of him.

“You didn´t honestly think I´d just touch myself on full display for you, did you?”

“Well, yeah. How will I know you´re really doing it?”

“I know you´ve never seen a woman feeling real pleasure before but I can assure you that you´ll be able to tell,” You rolled your eyes. 

He sighed but accepted, “Ok, let´s get this going, today preferably.”

You had barely finished rolling your eyes for the first time before doing it again but decided it was easier to just go along with it and get it over with sooner than later. You carefully laid down and pulled your skirt up, still a bit too tense to move your panties. 

“Can I start timing it?” 

“No, give me a second to at least get somewhat close to wet,” You groaned.

“Absolutely not. When we fuck, it will start counting the second we start going, no matter if you´re already turned on or not.”

“As if I would get turned out.”

“You´d be surprised,” He smirked. “Can you turn your body a bit to the side so I can see your face, at least?” 

“You´re getting a kick out of this, aren´t you?” You groaned but obliged. “Perv.”

“You´re hot but too annoying for me, don´t worry. My matters here are strictly professional. I´m going to start the counter, do your thing or not, your choice.”

“Can we at least put some music on so I don´t have to hear your breathing?”

“No. It´s rolling,” He informed you, turning his phone screen towards you so you could see the numbers changing.

You took a deep frustrated breath and closed your eyes, trying to pretend Haechan wasn´t there before letting nervous fingers slide down your body, realization finally hitting that you were indeed doing it. You could feel your heart beating fast, the loud rushing of your blood leaving you deaf to everything around and the alcohol having your mind spinning in the dark. It was useless, there was no possible way you could get into it in this situation. Even your drunk brain was on high alert.

You weren´t a prude by no means, you were literally kind of messing around with one of the guys right outside, but you never had anyone watching you touch yourself before, especially not someone you had close to no intimacy with – Or someone you weren´t sure you even liked as a person, to begin with.

After ordering your shaky fingers to pull your panties to the side, you were highly surprised to find them coming back slick, a small gasp leaving your lips when you brushed your sensitive lips.

Ok, well. This was unexpected.

You opened your eyes and noticed Haechan´s ears did perk up at the sound you let out, but you closed them back down before sparing it any thought. The bet was on. You knew your body and you had already finished yourself off in less than half a minute before, it was no trouble. You can do it. Now that you were already there and Haechan had already seen everything he was going to see, you forced yourself to get over him being there for the moment, focused on winning the bet.

You touched yourself how you normally would minus the teasing part, you meant business after all. But for some reason, having Haechan there watching you, got your feelings heightened, your body and everything you touched sending stronger than usual waves of pleasure up your skin. Maybe you just discovered yourself as an exhibitionist, maybe you suddenly just got really horny or maybe the anxiety got your body feeling more sensitive, attentive to every feeling. 

At first, you manage to hide your sounds by harshly biting down on your lip – even though there wasn´t much to do about your twisting body – but the moment you decided to open your eyes again and met Haechan´s right when you eased your middle finger inside of you, the look on his face was enough to get you to drop your lip and accidentally let out a moan as you looked straight into his eyes. You widened your eyes in embarrassment, praying to all higher powers that he didn´t read into the look enough to realize he was the reason for your sudden moan. 

You used your now slicker finger to rub circles against your clit, trying to ignore your body´s pleas to look at Haechan again. You got close so quickly and your fogged up in pleasure brain didn´t have a care anymore, allowing your head to turn over as you took another peek at the man sitting on your chair. 

“Oh my god,” You gasped, adverting your gaze to the ceiling before you could literally cum while locking eyes with the man in front of you, mental images of his very apparent bulge and tightly fisted hands flashing in your head. You couldn´t believe your hormones got you to actually think Haechan was attractive and get off to the thought of him, but it was true, and no one needed to know. You didn´t care he was watching anymore, in fact, you loved it, and to know this was getting to him too, might have influenced on your sudden need to put on a bit of a show. So, you watched with your side-view as he grabbed the fabric of his pants and bunched it up on top of his thick thigh and you just let it go, a loud moan leaving your mouth as your body shook in explosive pleasure.

Realization soon dawned upon you after getting down from your high, so you closed your eyes again to try and recompose yourself before, while breathing hard, managing to let out a “done.”

“Already stopped counting,” Haechan informed, his voice sounded so raw that your whole body urged you to open your eyes and look at him, but you didn´t. In shame, you fixed your panties and skirt before trying to get up. In half a second, Haechan was at your side helping you stand, his touch burning everywhere his hands laid upon. 

“So, had fun?” You tried to joke in a shaky voice as you patted your hair down and he held you up, but your awkward laugh was enough to show there was no lightness in the air between you two at that moment. 

“5 stars rating,” He returned your tense laugh. “I´ll give you some time.”

You nodded in agreement and thanked him (for the first time ever, mind you) before you were left alone in your room. You walked in wobbly legs over to the mirror and finished fixing yourself up, retouching some parts of your makeup for the club before taking a deep breath to prepare yourself to head out, trying to not think about what just happened so you could remain sane.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Chenle asked in excitement the minute you stepped out of your room. 

Good, no time to be awkward then. 

“4 minutes and 27 seconds,” Haechan proudly showed his phone screen with the paused timer on it. Guess he thought that was an easy score to beat.

“I thought you´d be quicker,” Chenle complained.

You widened your eyes at him in disbelief, “Try doing anything with Donghyuck watching you!” 

“Says the girl who was moaning like a whore 2 minutes ago,” Haechan threw it at you and although he meant for it to bother you, it just got you to sigh in relief that everything was back to normal again, those 40 ending seconds inside the room where you two were being somewhat nice to each other got you feeling uneasy. Like this, you could go back to kind of disliking each other and never having to be reminded of those two quick minutes when Haechan seemed like the hottest male in the world to you. 

Except it wasn´t like that. Even with you doing an amazing job at hiding it and acting normally, the man managed to get to you. Somehow, having him hungrily watch you as you fell apart, opened your eyes to the fact that Haechan was in fact very attractive. But you´ll be caught dead before admitting that to anyone.

So, after failing to not stare at Haechan, washing your hands and finishing all the alcohol Mark and Jaemin had brought, you were all heading downtown to find a club that looked fun. On your way there, the boys bumped into two of their friends, who told you about this new place that had recently opened and seemed like a good time. Plus, they were offering free welcome shots to everyone who came in, so it didn´t take much convincing for your group to join Jaehyun and Johnny on their way to the new club. The place was full but thankfully, for some reason, Johnny was a VIP and got you all inside without having to stay in line. 

After paying the entrance fee and downing the free tequila the 10 of you got, you handed your id and cellphone to Jeno, who always kept them for you so you could freely dance without being bothered or having to take care of it. Your group was quick to find a spot on the dance floor, after all, your friends were all pretty hot and people tend to make way for attractive guys. 

Johnny took your hand and pulled you to dance with him and you gladly did so. You loved Johnny, he was genuinely a nice guy and you always had so much fun when with him, he was one of the few men who you felt safe around and who had never tried anything with you, he was glad just being friends and you adored him for it. You only ever met occasionally during parties or group hangouts, but you were happy every single time you two crossed paths. 

Colorful lights flashed around the dark room, you could feel the AC booming to keep the place cool and you were thankful to not leave the club drowning in sweat for once. Your drunk brain watched in awe as the lasers formed intricate shapes over your head and you laughed loudly at a dancing Johnny before you joined in, moving to the 2000’s hit. After a few songs, Jaehyun handed you a drink and you excitedly thanked him. The two of you had hooked up three or four times during random parties in the past, but nothing ever came out of it and you were both comfortable with that, if it happens it happens and if it doesn´t, it doesn´t. No pressure. 

He smiled at you and winked with no second intentions, as to say “you´re welcome” before going back to the table where some of the boys were sitting down. You could spot Jeno, who smiled at you, next to Jisung and Mark, the rest of your group scattered around the club – probably hitting on some girls. When a song you didn´t like much came on, you told Johnny you´d go rest for a bit and made your way to the table against the wall where your friends were passionately playing some word game.

“Wow,” You laughed loudly at the way everything was spinning when you threw yourself on the couch circling the table.

Jeno laughed and patted your head fondly when you managed to slide yourself to his side, quick to join in on the game so you could continue to ignore you were horny and kind of having a mental breakdown.

“Sky starts with an S, idiot,” Mark pointed at you, laughing at your slip.

“Oh, shit.”

“Drink up.”

You took a big sip from Jeno’s rum and coke, already past the point of taking more shots. When you pushed the glass back towards Jeno and looked up, Haechan stood there in front of the table, surprisingly no girl in his arms.

“Lost your game, big head?” You curiously teased.

“Something like that,” He winked with a small smile, sliding himself in the booth until he was next to you, even your drunk brain noticing when his jeans-clad thigh touched your bare one. “What are we playing?”

“C nor S,” Jaemin excitedly replied. “I´ll start: Photography.”

“Memory,” Mark continued.

“Family,” Jeno added before it was your turn.

Except you were too busy being in shock at the way Haechan´s palm found the top of your thigh to think about a word related to family that didn´t start with a C nor S in 2 seconds and was obliged to drink again. But the even bigger shock, was that you didn´t find yourself glaring at the man next to you or asking what the fuck did he think he was doing – and at that, you finished Jeno’s drink for him because there´s no way you could accept that you actually enjoyed Haechan´s touch.

After another round, Jaemin spotted a girl to his interest and left with Jaehyun, leaving the remaining boys to start a conversation, like normal people for once. Haechan must have noticed your lack of complaints over his hand on you, because as you were busy paying attention to whatever the guys were discussing, you felt his fingers start tracing shapes against your skin, making your whole body tense. You pretended to not notice it, although it was pretty clear if he had eyes that you did, even after you forced yourself to relax.

With the side of your eyes, you saw an amused look on Haechan’s face as he joined in on the discussion like nothing was going on, like you weren’t twitching at every change of speed or pattern of the tip of his fingers on your thigh. Under ordinary circumstances, that would be a normal occurrence and it would have absolutely no effect on you, already being used to the whole flirting scheme, but that was Haechan touching you and before today, the thought of it happening never once even came close to crossing your mind – You barely ever talked to the guy when the others weren’t around for fuck’s sake. The chat on your phone with Haechan consisted of months-old messages saying things along the lines of “Mark´s going out with me this Wednesday, fuck off” or “Donghyuck, you bitch. I told you 4 fucking times that I was taking Mark to watch Thor.” If you scrolled up and read all the texts you ever sent each other, the nicest thing there, would be a “Just got that M-16 skin you won´t fucking shut up about, sent it to u to see if u get motivated to play at least somewhat decently.”

You knew how to read people, that´s why you started your thing with Jeno in the first place, just by looking at him you knew he was interested – So, with a bat of your eyes he came running like you knew he would. You could see how Jaemin would never take an advance towards you because of Jeno, but he wasn´t going to deny you in case you made a move either. You were aware that Mark and Chenle would laugh to the point of tears in front of your face if you ever tried something and that Jisung would rush to any opportunity you presented him with. In short, you were aware of everything that happened around you and where you stood with each person in the room, it has always been clear that Haechan took no interest in you, so, to say you were surprised by him suddenly touching you like that, was downplaying it a bit.

The bastard knew he was getting to you by the way goosebumps were rushing up your skin and with a smirk on his face, he let his hand slide down to the inner part of your thigh, where he gave a firm squeeze causing you to violently jump. You earned funny looks from your friends but they ruled it out as you being drunk and didn´t spare any thoughts - It´s not like Haechan was trying to hide anything either, to be honest.

“Jisung straight up called my senior stupid,” Mark was groaning when you tuned back into the conversation, doing your best to try and ignore Haechan. 

“And the funny part is that we all know he didn´t even mean it like that,” Chenle laughed.

It was when you felt Donghyuck´s fingers lightly tracing their way up through the most sensitive part of your thigh that you decided enough was enough – Because honestly, you didn´t think you could take it. You harshly grabbed his hand and pushed him out of the boot, dragging him to the bar with the excuse of getting Jeno another drink.

“Listen, I know you got to watch me touch myself and all, but we´re not gonna fuck,” You told him in a hushed tone after ordering your drinks.

“Actually, we are,” He simply smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes in frustration, “Yeah, I know. I mean besides the one time for the bet.”

“Don´t worry, princess. You look good in that skirt, by the way.”

“Don´t change the subject.”

“Wanna keep talking about us fucking then? Awn, are you that excited?”

“I think you´re the one who´s excited.”

“I really am.”

“Was starting to think I´m not your type after the hundred times you told me that,” You rolled your eyes again.

“You managed to convince me.”

“Oh no, does that mean you´re gonna start hitting on me now?”

“Do I have to?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Please don´t, you’re already disgusting enough normally. Let´s go back to whatever we had going on before, yeah?”

“Sure,” Haechan said with a serious face, suddenly looking behind you like he was searching for someone. “Just help me out with something first please.”

Giving you no time to process, he grabbed your hand and pulled you confidently towards whoever he had seemed to find, allowing you no reaction other than to dumbly be dragged by him, “Donghyuck, the drinks-”

“It won´t take long,” He assured you, not even looking back as you glanced worriedly at the bar.

You assumed Haechan wanted your help to pick up a girl, although you couldn´t imagine how you could possibly be helpful since you don´t have a single nice thing to say about him. But if that´s what it took for him to stop testing your willpower, you would make up the most flattering lies one could elaborate - He´s so nice and caring, he donated me a kidney without thinking twice. And that was only three days after he stopped a moving bus with his pure strength to keep it from running over a sweet old lady.

It was only when you found yourself entering a dark hallway that you realized he probably wasn´t after a girl, but you didn´t have much time to process that before he was pushing your back against the wall. You simply looked at him in confusion and he literally stared back at you in silence, his face illuminated by the emergency lights.

“So?” You asked, not having to scream since the music wasn´t as loud in there. “You look good in that skirt.”

“You´ve already said that.”

“Yeah, but you´re still looking good in it.”

“Donghyuck, are you trying to hit on me? ‘Cause you´re not doing a very good job.”

“I´m not sure I am,” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought before looking at you confidently, his left hand against the wall over your right shoulder. “No, I definitely am.”

“Please tell me this isn´t how you managed to get so many girls-”

“No, of course not. I´m just weirded out because it´s you.”

“By the look of disgust on your face, I won´t assume that was supposed to sound flattering.”

“I´m surprised myself.”

“Why the sudden interest? Stop it, I don´t like it.”

“I may have realized you´re actually hot enough to make up for your annoying personality.”

“I know you´re trying to somewhat compliment me but those are some really backhanded remarks.”

“All I´m saying is that for whatever reason I really want to fuck you,” He bluntly stated, his dark eyes watching you intensely from so close. 

“Sheesh. Unless you want to time it, not going to happen.”

“Let´s see about that,” He smirked, and you honestly got chills. 

“Listen, just because you suddenly realized I´m attractive, doesn´t mean I feel the same way. You´re still disgust-”

“I saw the way you looked at me, Y/N.”

He said that in such a confident firm tone that rendered you quiet. Kudos to him, because that was a first.

Donghyuck took another step closer, bending his head down so your faces were inches apart as he watched you with an amused glint on his eyes, “I know you liked that I was watching. I already dropped the attitude, time for you to do the same.”

“Yeah, no thanks,” You disagreed but your eyes were glued to his lips, which were a single breath´s distance from yours.

“I´m used to brats, Y/N.”

“You´ve never met a real one,” You looked up back at his eyes, a glint on your eyes that got him groaning. 

“I´ll break you in no time.”

“I´d like to see you try,” You smirked, giving his lips a teasing quick lick before softly pushing him away and leaving with a wink.

You were a second away from letting Lee Donghyuck fuck you in a dirty hallway inside a full club. Yeah, you had to make your escape. 

You made your way back to the bar, your whole body buzzing as you apologized and thanked the confused bartender who was looking around for you, making your way back to the table balancing 4 drinks in your hands. 

“Took you long enough,” Chenle commented once you placed the drinks on the table and sat down next to him.

“Where´s Jeno?” You asked, ignoring his complaint.

“Karina´s here.”

“Oh.”

“What? Was he supposed to keep giving you puppy eyes while you sneaked around with Haechan?”

“That´s just what his eyes look like,” You rolled your eyes, not denying any of Chenle´s statements. 

“Did you time it at least?”

“I didn´t fuck Haechan, just had to give him a lecture.”

“Yes, mommy.”

Jisung choked around his drink at his friend´s comment, but before Chenle could tease him for it, Jaemin, Jaehyun and Johnny returned to the table.

“Where´s Mark?” Was the first thing Johnny asked before stealing one of the drinks you had brought.

“Bathroom,” Chenle answered. 

Jaemin reached out to get the last glass from the center before you swatted his hand away, “This is Jeno´s.”

“Sorry, Miss Lee,” Jaemin rolled his eyes, grabbing your drink instead and sucking on the straw. 

“Didn´t say which Lee,” Chenle teased and as if on cue, all three Lees returned to the table almost at the same time, coming from different directions. 

“Y´all tired?” Mark asked after he slumped on the couch. “I´m exhausted.”

“We´ve been here for 2 hours at most,” Jaemin complained, but his eyes did seem a bit tired.

“C´mon, let´s drink some more. Next round is on me,” Johnny suggested, already raising his hand to call one of the VIP´s waiters over to order shots for everyone. 

Well, you were never one to deny a free drink.

Or three.

The rest of the night was spent in flashes, in one of them you had agreed to dance with Haechan and had him holding you close by your waist as he ground and swayed his hips against you. In the second one you had informed the others you´d go back to your place before them because your “feet hurt”, Haechan´s hand on the small of your back. When you finally came back to your senses, Haechan was throwing you against the elevator walls and catching your lips hungrily, hands literally everywhere, trying to make up for all the lost time. You indulged in it because honestly, the way he was kissing you got your legs weak and he knew that, by the little whines that kept leaving your mouth. The trip up was short and when the doors dinged open, he simply grabbed the back of your legs and wrapped them around his hips so he wouldn´t have to stop as he made his way to your front door. 

“Fuck, the keys,” You groaned against his mouth, remembering you left all your stuff with Jeno.

“I got it,” He assured you before forcing your lips together again, his left hand leaving your body so he could fish for the keys in his pocket and open the door. When that was cleared, he wasted no time making his way to your bedroom. Your body met the bed as Haechan hovered above you, tongue in a battle with your own as he grabbed your arms and pushed them above your head and held them there. 

“You´re still not going to fuck me,” Your voice was breathless, but you still made your point.

“It´s ok, I only want to watch tonight,” He smirked, eyes locked in yours as he pressed his knee against your core.

“Fuck,” You whined. 

Content with the sound, he dipped his head down to mouth at the side of your neck as he kept grinding his thigh against you. Your back arched as his tongue got shivers running up your skin and you could hear his chuckle against your veins, but when you tried to push him away, he simply left a harsh bite on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. A loud moan escaped your lips at that.

“Pain slut,” He laughed at you. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Go on, touch yourself,” He ordered. “Or do you want me to do it?”

“You´ll have to do better than that if you expect me to give you what you want.”

“Oh, sweetie. Should I check who wants this more?” He gave you a look of fake pity, his hand that wasn´t holding yours making his way between your legs, a single finger lightly tracing the outer line of your panties, so close to feeling how soaked you actually were.

You squirmed under his touch and he simply smirked up at you. 

“How do you want me to touch myself if you´re holding my hands?” You groaned.

“I want you to ask nicely,” He informed, his finger teasing the seam of your panties. 

Haechan´s mouth found yours again as he sucked on your tongue, his free hand now grabbing the waistband of your panties and slowly dragging them down your legs and you bit his plump bottom lip to keep yourself from whining at the way your core ached so badly it hurt. 

You suddenly realized he was about to see you really naked for the first time and the thought of it got you squeezing around nothing.

Ok, fuck it, he won.

“Let me,” You whined against his lips.

“Let me what?” He teased, the sight of his hands getting lost under your skirt doing wonders for you.

“Let me touch myself,” You breathed out.

“Will you put on a pretty show for me?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“Good girl.”

Fuck.

At that, you felt his hand opening around your wrists and you wasted no time in getting them where you needed them, a loud moan leaving your mouth when your fingers met your slit and you felt how absurdly wet you were. 

Haechan stood up on his knees so he would be able to fully see you, “Open your legs for me.”

And so you did, your mind spinning at the way he groaned at the sight when you complied. 

“You´re so fucking wet,” He admired, his voice sounding dazed. 

Your brain had no longer a single thought running around, all you cared about was how good you felt and how much you needed to cum, all your inhibitions thrown out of the window with how Haechan was over you, watching you touch yourself like he was ready to carry you to a damn pedestal and worship you. A gasp left your lips when you stopped teasing yourself and finally circled your clit, your moan followed by another groan from the man in between your legs. You were so lost in your own world of pleasure that when you felt Haechan´s hand gently pressing around your neck, your whole body spasmed at the feeling. 

You knew you were moaning like an instructed porn star, but your ears were trained on the way Haechan´s breath was heavy, how his eyes were dark and trailing down your body then up your face like a man starved. 

“Donghyuck-” You whined, not even knowing what for.

“You´re doing good, baby. So pretty for me, keep going.”

He bent himself over you once again, now watching your face contort in pleasure inches away from his own. His free hand caressed your cheek and you leaned into the touch, rubbing your skin against his palm as you looked into his eyes. He looked so good you could probably cum untouched just by looking at his stupid handsome face.

“So pretty,” He breathed out as he put two of his fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” He had a sadistic smile on his face as he watched you follow his orders and squirm under him, “Awn, you´re close aren´t you? Let me see, don´t stop.”

Haechan pulled his fingers from between your lips and let go of your neck, leaving teasing kisses down your skin, down the cleavage of your top and then trailing his way on your abdomen after pushing your shirt out of the way. When he got to your skirt, he left a little peck on your navel before flipping the fabric up, now face to face with your pussy as he laid in between your legs. 

“Al-almost,” You whined, speeding up your fingers. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to brace yourself when you suddenly jolted them open at a foreign feeling. You gasped and looked down to find that Haechan had put two of his fingers inside of you and it felt absolutely mind-blowing, “Fuck.” 

“Don´t worry, I´m just going to leave them there.”

He didn´t even look at your face, too entranced with the way you were just sucking him right in. The added stimulation felt like heaven and you knew you were on the edge, considering begging for Haechan to just move his fingers but somehow, him just leaving them there, rubbing against your spasming walls, not doing a single thing to help as you worked yourself around him, was hotter than you would have imagined. 

“Fuck, you´re clenching so much,” You didn´t miss the way the man sucked in a breath and closed his eyes harshly for a quick second, like he was trying to get himself together – And with that you noticed he was grinding his crotch against the bed and you just saw stars, exploding around his fingers and being surprised by the semi-scream that ripped through your body as you came. Your whole body shook and you didn´t even feel it when Haechan grabbed your thigh and dug his nails harshly on your skin to keep himself grounded so he wouldn´t legit cum untouched.

Curses left your lips in the form of gasps as you enjoyed your high and after a few deep breaths, you sat up and looked at Haechan, “Let me suck you off.”

“Fuck, don´t say it like that,” He groaned, standing up in a single heartbeat and positioning himself sitting down against your headboard. 

“I had to or you´d cum in your pants,” You teased as if you weren´t in a hush yourself, unbuttoning his pants in lightning speed.

“Look who´s all mouthy now,” He rolled your eyes but his attitude was soon interrupted by a whine when you accidentally brushed your hand against his crotch when pulling his pants down. “I can´t help it. You´re just really hot.”

“Always have been,” You assured once you were happy with the lack of jeans on his body.

“I know,” He breathed out and you just had to stop and admire the view for a second. Haechan manspreading in your bed, black boxers matching his black t-shirt, his tanned skin glistening and everything about his face read fucked-out when you haven´t even done anything yet. His thick thighs led the way to his twitching bulge and suddenly it made sense to you why that man was so cocky all of the time. 

You got on your knees in between his legs and slowly kissed the inner part of one of his thighs, letting him feel your wet tongue as he groaned and dropped his head back.

“Don´t tease.”

“Or?” You raised your eyebrows, looking up at him. He pressed his tongue inside the inner part of his cheek in annoyance, but you knew he was in no position to do anything at the moment.

You didn´t give him a chance of retorting, gently rubbing your cheek against his member and feeling it twitching against your skin, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on him over the fabric before nosing around it just to hear him whine. 

“I´m trying to be nice,” He groaned.

“Don´t be,” You mouthed, looking up at him, your lips still touching his member as you spoke.

He laughed loudly at that, “Ok, you asked for it.”

Before you had time to process his words, Haechan grabbed the hair on the back of your neck so harshly you thought he would rip it out. He held your face away from him as he used his free hand to push his boxers a bit down and pull his member out, your mouth watering at the sight like a good whore. 

“Open up,” He ordered after his cock was out, simply pushing your mouth down on it just as he wished, hitting the back of your throat and giving you absolutely no time to adjust as you tried your best to hold your coughs inside, tears already filling your eyes as he didn´t budge. “That´s it.”

If you were choking or not, he didn´t care, being truthful to his words of not being nice and showing the Haechan you really knew. He held your head down as he fucked into your mouth and you didn´t know why, but that got you clenching around nothing again. As much as you didn´t like Haechan very much and you´d never let him verbally know how much power he suddenly had over you, the sounds that left his lips were the single hottest thing you had ever heard in your whole life. For that only reason, you ignored that you couldn´t breathe or that your neck and jaw were aching like hell, letting him use you until you passed out if that was the case.

“Awn, you like this, don´t you? Guess you really are a whore.”

You moaned around him and since he was already so worked up, it was enough to get him shooting down your throat. The whines that left his mouth were enough to keep your mind away from the thoughts of “how the hell will I continue to make fun of someone who now had his dick in my mouth?”

Dongyuck watched with tired eyes as you straightened yourself up, a proud smile on his face as he noticed you swallowing. His hand found the back of your neck and he pulled you into a soft lazy kiss which you found yourself thankful for. When you pulled away, he carefully watched your face and you looked at him confusedly.

“You really are insanely hot,” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “Especially like this.”

You figured that you looked like an absolute mess right now, your eyeliner and mascara smudged around your eyes and trailing down your cheeks, your hair sticking out in every direction and your lips puffed. You guessed that was the appeal. 

“So I´ve been told.”

You stood up, not really sure of what to do as the man in front of you fixed himself up. Should you kick him out? Invite him for cuddles? Order pizza? Tell him you´ll wait for his Uber outside with him? Invite him to stay the night? At that moment, you realized you had never hanged out with Haechan when it was just the two of you - actually, scratch that, you don´t really remember ever really talking to Haechan when the others weren´t around or the two of you weren´t bickering over something. You didn´t really feel the urge to form a friendship out of nowhere, because the man in your bed buckling his pants was still very much Donghyuck and you still found him very much annoying, even when you just had his dick in your mouth. Point being, you didn´t really need to kick him out but you didn´t really have to force a closeness that the two of you never had either. 

“Wanna shower?” You found yourself asking, trying to at least be polite so you wouldn´t have to hear it from Mark the next day - Although you couldn´t fathom a single scenario in which Mark would ever mention you blowing his friend. 

“With you?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“I´ll get to see your boobs for the first time?” He asked, his eyes glistening in excitement.

“Yeah, no. I take it back -”

“I´m just messing with you,” He laughed, standing up and grabbing your hand to drag you to your own bathroom. “Let´s go.”

You gave his back a weird look but followed along anyways, desperately trying to find a topic you could fight over so you could feel normal once again. 

When reaching the bathroom, Haechan closed the door behind you and calmly took his shirt off before turning on the water and testing the temperature, adjusting it to his liking before taking his pants off too. You took your own clothes off in silence, leaving your panties and bra on because being completely naked in front of him felt like too much for whatever reason. Donghyuck didn´t seem to share of your discomfort though, his hands grabbing the waistband of his boxers to take them off before you quickly interrupted him.

“How about we turn the lights off?” You suggested.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

You stopped yourself before you could agree, not wanting to give him any teasing material for later. He seemed to sense the thought process inside your head and you were bracing yourself for an annoying remark on his part when he simply nudged you to the side and turned the lights off himself. The soft moonlight slipping in from the window was enough to be able to see your immediate surroundings and Donghyuck´s face, so you simply smiled appreciatively at him and finished taking your underwear off before stepping into the shower.

“Oh, fuck. This is way too cold,” The nice little moment was broken the minute a single drop of water touched your hot skin.

“What do you mean?” Haechan asked, joining you inside and getting under the shower stream himself. “It´s the perfect temperature.”

“Are you insane? The water is freezing!” You argued, pushing him out of the way so you could change the temperature to something bearable. When you felt the water burning down your back you hummed in contentment, “See?”

Donghyuck raised his hand next to your body to test it before dramatically hissing in pain, “Are you trying to cook yourself?”

“No, I´m trying to have a relaxing shower but you´re keeping me from it.”

“You´re scalping yourself, that´s what you´re doing.”

“Go shower in the rain if you prefer being cold and sick.”

“It was not even cold! It was an acceptable normal temperature!”

“Acceptable to who, Lee Donghyuck?”

“Just shut up. Move, I´m cold.”

“You can respectfully freeze.”

Finally, the universe´s balance was restored.

Pt. 2 link at the description

[starlightxsvt]

3 dates | epilogue

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 3.5k (total 15.6k)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

a/n : here's the epilogue to 3 dates since tumb1r won't let me post the whole fic in one post :) Enjoy!

Part 1

As time progresses and days turn into weeks and then into months you are not left with the luxury to cry over Seungcheol. Instead you are bombarded with assignments and projects from your uni and you drown yourself completely in work to forget the scathing pain. Katelyn figured out something is wrong with you and even though talking about that man pains you too much, you told her that you are done with him and you won't be seeing him again in this lifetime. Katelyn did not ask any questions after that as you said you needed time to heal, time to forget even though you have serious doubts he'd ever leave your mind.

You have also applied for an internship to keep you even busier so that when you return home you are too tired to let the thoughts of him plague your mind as you drift off to sleep. And just like that, you have developed a routine, work, eat and sleep, trying your best to allow yourself to not think about him.

Despite that sometimes, some very few times, you think of him, wonder how he's doing, wonder if he's safe. You ponder if he thinks of you, if he regrets his decision but you don't have any answer. You simply hope he does.

-

After another day full of assignments and projects you almost doze off to sleep as soon as you hit your bed until you are intruded by the loud ringing of your phone. Annoyed, you reach for it, wondering who would be calling so late.

The caller ID has your heart doing a backflip, the name you were unable to delete from your heart and your phone flashing on the screen as you instantly sit up in your bed. It's Seungcheol.

Why is he calling so late?

You wait a few seconds, scared to pick up, scared that he might have called accidentally. But before you lose your chance, you inhale deeply and pick the call up. "Hello?" You speak, your voice tentative.The silence from the other end makes your heart fall and your suspicion come true. He called you accidentally and now he will realize it and hang up. You're about to speak again when his voice floats through.

"Hi."

The emotions you feel are overwhelming, undescribable. You're relieved, you're sad, you're excited, you want to cry and scream at the same time. That one word from him has you feeling tingles all over and makes you feel like you just did a hundred laps. Anyhow you manage to speak. "Hey." Your voice almost cracks and tears almost slip past your cheeks. You don't know why you are so emotional. "I just...I just wanted to hear your voice." He sounds so tired...so dejected and your heart breaks. Never in your life did you imagine him to call and say those words to you but instead of feeling happy, a current of melancholy hits you.

Why does he sound so broken?

"Seungcheol? Is...is everything alright?" Your voice is feather like, soft and careful. You hear him sigh loudly and you get your answer. Instead of replying to you, he asks, "How have you been?"

"I'm...fine," you lie. You have been nowhere near fine. He hums noncommittally and you're about to ask him the same question before you realize how dumb it would be. If his voice is any indication he is anything but fine. "____?" He calls your name softly. "Y-yes?" You whisper.

He stays silent, for so long that you think he hung up. "I- I just...can I see you?" He seems to have a hard time gathering his words.

What? You lurch out of bed pushing your covers aside in excitement, trying to prevent a gasp out of your lips. Did you even hear correctly? He wants to see you?

"Wha... what do you mean?" You mumble. You hear him sigh loudly, "I...I am in front of your apartment. Just come down for a minute." You don't need to hear any more words as you are dashing towards your front door in your pajamas, not disconnecting the call. You take the elevator and come out of the building as fast as possible, bumping into things in your way but not giving a care. You feet stops as you stand in front of the entrance to your building, eyes searching wildly for Seungcheol. "Stay there," his voice comes through the phone, just as you spot him standing on the opposite to your building, decently far but not far enough that you can't see.

A horrified gasp leaves your mouth as your eyes finally land on him.

He stands there, bruised, his beautiful face marred with scratches and wounds, his clothes having patches of dirt and if you are seeing correctly his left arm is bleeding as he holds the phone next to his ear with the other.

"Seungcheol-" you're about to rush towards him. "Don't move." He cuts you off, looking you in the eye. Even from afar you don't miss the dark, commanding gaze of him. "Just...just stay there. Just...let me look at you."

No- why is he doing this?

Tears slip down your cheeks, "Seungcheol-" You are interrupted once more, "Please. I- I missed you and...I needed to see you. Just let me hear your voice and look at you like this." His voice almost cracks and you can see the emotion in his eyes.

Your heart breaks.

Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep pushing you away? Why does he torment himself like this?

You stand there, rooted to the ground, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. He comes here all bruised and wounded and expects you to stay away? How can you when you can clearly see him in pain?

You grip the phone tighter, watching him as he stands there, not moving an inch. His eyes never leaves you as he drinks you in, like this is the last time he's gonna look at you. You can't stand it anymore. Hanging up the phone you run towards him, as fast as your nimble legs can carry you. You can't stay away, you just can't. Not when he looks so hurt and lost and lonely.

Your body smashes against his as you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, your head buried in his chest. He stumbles back from the force and for a while he stays unmoved and you hold your breath, half expecting him to shove you away. But he doesn't. Instead he pulls you firmly against him resting your head on his chest while burying his face in your hair.

The tears come naturally. Loud, ungraceful sobs emerge from you as you cling to him like your life depends on it, your grip on him unyielding. Seungcheol softly pets your hair as your cries fill the silence of the cold night. You pull back just a little to look at his face and you want to once more. There's a cut above his brow and some bruises on his cheek and nose and another cut on his lower lip. But you can't bring yourself to care as you lean above to press your lips against his. You don't dare hold back, kissing him like the world is about to end. Seungcheol reciprocates, tilting your head for better access as his tongue prods into your mouth and you taste the metallic flavour of blood. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, an outpour of the bottled up feelings of the last couple months.

You both take a lungful of air when you pull back and you're about to dive in for more when you realize his arm is injured. "Wha- how did this happen?" You hiccup, wiping away your tears as you gently reach for his bleeding arm. His clothes are torn at the part of the wound and from what you can see, it looks like a knife injury, a thin, slanted cut on his upper arm as if someone slashed him. "It's nothing," he says trying to push your hand away.

"It's not nothing, Seungcheol!" You're yelling before you know it. It's the exasperation, the accumulated frustration over the days that makes you snap.

Seungcheol seems to be shocked at your outburst as he blinks at you, an astonished look on his face. He's kind enough to reply honestly this time. "Got into a fight. I was outnumbered. It's okay, it's nothing serious, I've had worse," his voice is small, almost timid which is definitely unlike him.

Of course he has had worse.

You let out a tired breath. "Come on, you're bleeding. Let me help you." You wrap a hand around his uninjured arm, tugging him towards your apartment.

"No, you don't have to-" he protests but you pin him down with a look. "Please," you speak, your voice low. "I can't let you go like this. Just let me clean your wound." Seungcheol presses his lips into a thin line as if trying to prevent himself from speaking further. When no more words leave his mouth, you drag him into your building in silence.

Entering your unit you help Seungcheol sit down in your small living space as you quickly pad towards the bathroom for the first aid kit. When you return you find him looking around your place with a curious glow in his eyes similar to a child's. As your eyes meet, he sits up straighter and tries to remove his jacket. You aid him in the process, discarding the material on the floor as you take a seat next to him, the first aid kit in your lap.

Thankfully he's wearing a tank top as it gives you easy access to his biceps. You would have stopped to admire and ogle them if he wasn't hurt, which he is and you mentally smack yourself for having such thoughts right now. Seungcheol's eyes does not leave your face as he silently gazes at you and if you didn't know any better you would say he looked at you fondly.

Swallowing, you sanitize your hands before proceeding to clean his wound. Seungcheol tenses beside you, low, pained grunts leaving his lips a few times as you disinfect the cut. But he says nothing, letting you do the work and you don't speak either focused on the task at hand. You then do the same for his face and finish your work by wrapping a bandage around his bicep and sitting back, exhaling a satisfied sigh. Unintentionally your eyes connect to his and you find his scorching gaze on you, those mesmerising eyes almost piercing through your soul. Feeling self aware, you abruptly stand up, coughing to clear your throat. "You should take a shower. I have some extra clothes for my parents when they come over. My dad's clothes should fit you."

"No, it's alright. I should leave." He murmurs. "You're already here. Might as well take a shower. There's no rush," you say sternly, trying to make him agree.

Truth is you want him to stay, at least the night.

Seungcheol sits quietly for a while as if contemplating before surrendering with a sigh. "Okay." "Good. The bathroom's this way," you point towards the attached bath in your room and Seungcheol mutely follows. You offer him a towel and you dad's pajamas, hoping they'd do the job for tonight as he closes the door behind him.

As silence fill the apartment, you quietly return to your bed and sit, anxiously chewing on your lower lip. The digital clock beside your bed reads 2:50 am but your sleep is long gone.

Choi Seungcheol is here. In your house.

Will he spend the night? Or will he be his stubborn self and leave as soon as he is out? And if he does stay, will you see him in morning? Or will he be gone before the sun is up? The thoughts running rampant in your mind gives you a headache as you groan, rubbing your temples. You are sure Seungcheol feels something for you, he has to. Otherwise why would he come to you in the middle of the night? If only he told you his feelings, spilled his heart out to you rather than hiding and pushing you away. He just needs to bare himself to you, tell you what is in his heart. Why can't he do that? Why can't he just give the two of you a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Seungcheol steps out the bathroom, half naked, the pajama pants hanging low on his hips as his muscled body is displayed in all its glory, making your throat dry. He looks at you before quickly looking away as an air awkwardness and tension fills the room. You hold your breath, watching him intently, not moving a single muscle as he tentatively takes a seat at the corner of your bed while wiping his wet hair with the towel hanging around his neck.

You want to tell him to stay the night, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you're terrified that it will just make him walk out here immediately. So instead you watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move, waiting for him to say something, anything that will put an end to this deafening silence.

Seungcheol takes mercy on you.

"Thank you," he says, voice barely audible. You don't know what he's thanking you for you reply anyway. "Welcome. Though I don't know what you are thanking me for." Seungcheol remains silent for a few beats, his eyes focused on the floor before replying. "For everything. I have a lot to thank you for."

Okay.

You nod mutely, unable to figure out a reply. Another wave of silence settles in the atmosphere like a blanket. You take this time to appreciate his beautiful profile, engraving his features in your mind. The moonlight coming from your window falls on his face partially, illuminating his sculpted lineaments. You get to admire his beauty once more as he sits there but the look on his face tugs at your heartstrings. He looks troubled and in pain, the natural glow of his face somewhat dim. You wonder how the past couple of months have treated him. You wonder how life has been treating him, if he had someone to go to, someone to share his worries with all this time.

"Do you still like me?" His words make your eyes widen as it the last thing you expected to come from him. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't," your words come out harsher than you intended making you regret instantly. Perhaps the pain you have suffered for a while is coming out finally. However, seeing his silence, you reply once more, voice much softer this time, "Of course I still like you, Seungcheol. I have...I have never liked anyone or anything as much as you."

It's an understatement. What you feel for him is love but you would rather keep that to yourself.

"Why?" Seungcheol's voice comes out as a croak as his eyes connect to yours. For the first time, you see so much emotion in them and maybe, maybe even some unshed tears, though you can't be sure because the light is not sufficient right now. Your throat closes up for some reason as your eyes mirror the emotions in his and you desperately try to think, try to give him a reply that he deserves.

"You are very easy to like," you say lamely. Your reply is insufficient but that's all you can manage without starting to bawl like a child. A humourless laugh comes out of Seungcheol and echoes through the otherwise quiet room. "I doubt that," he says, his voice deep. "It's true Seungcheol," you repeat, voice firm.

A mirthless grin settles on his face and you know he isn't buying your words. Swallowing, you carefully, too carefully, scoot towards him and sit down, maintaining a little space between the the two of you. "I don't understand why you hold such negative thoughts about yourself but believe me Seungcheol, it's hard not to fall in love with you."

Your slip-up causes your eyes to widen, face drowning in embarrassment as you realize you just said the L word. Seungcheol, however, does not react to it but turns his head to study your face and the pain and sentiment in his eyes, his passionate gaze on you makes you forget human language. You've never seen nor imagined Seungcheol to be so full of ardor and pain and now that you have, you don't know what to do. You just want to cling to him and cry like a child.

"Can't you see how fucked up I am? What and awful person I am, ____? Someone like me deserves noth-" Unable to hold yourself back you interrupt him by cupping both of his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. You kiss him softly, carefully, trying to gauge his feelings while trying not to push him too hard. Seungcheol stays immobilised, letting you kiss him like that. When you pull back, his eyes are closed and he rests his forehead against yours. "You are just fine, Seungcheol. I like you just the way you are. Don't...beat yourself up like this, hmm?" Your voice is just above a whisper as you tilt his head to meet his eyes. Seungcheol stares quietly at you for a while before suddenly pushing you back and caging you underneath his large body. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as Seungcheol wastes no time wrapping himself around you while attaching his lips to yours.

This time the kiss is not soft, it is full of passion and vigour and longing as Seungcheol takes the reign. Your lips mold perfectly against each other and Seungcheol does not hold back, kissing you like a starved man; all teeth and tongue. He pulls back for a while, supporting himself on his elbows as you looks at you while you try to catch your breath underneath him. His hand comes to stroke your hair gently, like a lover and your eyes burn at his tenderness.

"Seungcheol-"

"Is there still a place for me in your heart?" He asks, a hopeful note in his voice. His words leave you breathless as you gape at him in suprise, you mouth open slightly. Seungcheol looks at you look longingly as he waits for your answer, which comes easily, without a second thought.

"Of course, Seungcheol. I...I love you."

This time it is his turn to be surprised as his pupils dilate and a soft gasp of surprise escapes from him. Swallowing, you hold his gaze, waiting for his next words but they never come. Instead, the man attacks your lips with renewed fervour while slotting a muscular thigh between your legs. As his toned thigh brushes against your core a wanton moan leaves your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Seungcheol smirk against your skin while he kisses a path down from jaw towards your neck, taking his sweet time to plant some love bites along the way while you gasp and writhe underneath him. Soon he reaches the valley of your breasts and with skilled fingers he does a quick work of the buttons of your night shirt. His heated gaze remains on your now bare breasts and you can feel your nipples harden in the chill air of the room before he leans down to plant soft kisses all over them. While he does so you continue to grind your core against his leg, desperate for some friction which he is denying you. His assault on your neck and breasts don't stop as he remains focused in marking you, blooming kisses of red and purple on your skin.

"I missed you," His voice comes out as throaty whisper while he keeps his lips attached to your heated skin. "Me too," you choke between moans as his ministrations on your body leaves you aching all over for him.

He pulls back to meet your gaze, "I want you. I... always have and I've been hiding it. But I can't anymore."

"Take me then, Seungcheol," It isn't the most romantic thing to say but that is all your lust clouded brain can manage as you keep grinding yourself against him. You feel his hard on poke your belly and unlike your lover, you really can't wait anymore. You need him now.

Seungcheol keeps looking at you, too busy studying your features rather than doing something about the wetness between your legs and you're about to tell him to do something when he speaks, "I love you, ____. I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you. Let me make it up to you."

Great. Now you're horny and emotional.

His confession brings tears to your eyes but your neediness is growing so you pull his face down closer to yours and whisper, "You can start doing that by making me cum. And then you can stay. With me. Forever. How about that?" A mischievous grin kisses his face, "I'd love that sweetheart."

You grin in happiness not wasting anymore time as you reconnect your lips with his.

a/n 2: Whew~ a whopping 15k+! I can't believe I wrote something this huge. But it was well worth it! I just hate this damn app like I don't understand?? I've seen ppl post fics with 40k+ words yet tumb1r says I've reached 250 blocks like what?? Anyhow, I really really hope you enjoyed reading this baby cuz I've been working on it for soooo long! If you did please reblog and share as always your feedbacks are highly appreciated so please leave them in the comments or my ask box!

[your-stoat-stands-unopposed]

Scrybes Love language and preffered date headcanons if you have any??

The Scrybes: Love Languages and Date Ideas

Leshy

The Scrybe of Beasts's love language is quality time. The outcome of what you're doing ultimately doesn't matter; the truth is, he just wants to be with them, sharing moments together, enjoying time together. ...No need to keep score or anything like that.

For a first date, he's honestly a bit traditional. He'd prepare dinner for his date - even if its quality may be a bit... raw and bloody - for them to enjoy by candlelight.

After the first date courtship has taken place, he prefers to enjoy nature with his partner; romantic walks in the woods.

He'll bring cameras - not that camera, of course - for himself and his partner to take pictures as they go; and when they go back to the cabin, they can exchange and discuss.

His idea of a good date is lowkey, and subtle, and focused on one-on-one time: just himself and his partner, and the sounds of nature and beasts.

P03

This robot's love language is acts of service. He isn't used to being cared for, so when someone does nice things for him without needing to, it makes his motors whir! It works both ways, too. ...What, you didn't think he entertained you with brilliant cardplay for no reason, did you?

About dates... uh, would it be terrible if he showed off his collection of cards he's made? Because he really wants to show off his collection of cards he's made.

That's not what humans like? Ugh, fine... He really likes this particular human, so he'll go ahead and hit the Web and look up 'date ideas.'

Honestly... P03 would be more likely to ask his date what they want to do. It's the most logical thing to do; he doesn't really know what people are meant to do on dates, and... well, he wants to make them happy!

(...though honestly, he'd love it if they could play Inscryption together. He'll go easy on them! They're... pretty alright at it anyway.)

Grimora

The Scrybe of the Dead's love language is words of affirmation. She always tends to have encouraging and kind words for others, and it makes her cold heart warm when this is returned! Dealing in death and planning for the end can be hard; a kind word means a lot.

You know what she'd really love for a date? To just go somewhere that isn't her crypt. She doesn't get out much, and surely dates are meant for seeing and trying new things!

She'll show her date all around, sharing interesting trivia about the world that she's spent so much time in by now.

If her date isn't squeamish - though she'll respect it if they are! - she'll show them around the crypt, too; tell them the long and sad tales of the lives of those resting there.

The truth is, this old lady isn't used to someone so lively... and she wants to spend their dates together being just as lively, seeing and doing a new thing every day!

Magnificus

This old painter's love language is quality time. Being a very busy man, he doesn't get a lot of time for this; but when he truly cares about someone, and he's making that time to be by their side, you know he really feels something.

For a date, whether it's a first date or a rendezvous with a longterm partner, he would love to do something creative together.

Painting something together - making something that's the result of both their combined efforts, that they both can cherish - would be right up his street.

They don't know how to paint? That's fine; he foresaw this anyhow, and he really doesn't mind giving them a hand.

Honestly, he enjoys bombastic affairs: teaching them how to make fire with magic, writing their name in the stars with his power, slow dancing with them while an orchestra of his students play.

[serenityseventeen]

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The Second Letter

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To: Yoon Jeonghan

From: Y/N

Dear Jeonghan,

I hope everything's going well with you, wherever you are. I'm writing you a letter without knowing where you are so even if I did ever decide to send this letter, I wouldn't know where to mail it.

Are you doing well? Why don't you call me? Contact me somehow? Why don't you say something to me? Don't you have anything you want to say to me? Oh right, you don't have my number. I don't know any of your social media accounts and you don't know any of mine. I can search on Facebook for you, through a thousand different “Yoon Jeonghan” profiles, but what would be the point?

Actually, I'm angry with you. I'm really angry and I'm a bit heartbroken too because you just took my heart and left.

Why didn't you tell me beforehand?

I waited for you to return. I spent the rest of my freshman year waiting and I even waited through my summer break, hoping that maybe you'd come back or send a letter. School starts in a month and you still aren't here. I don't know what I feel toward you anymore because you're gone. Do I love you since I'm angry at you like this?

From the first day we met, I could tell we didn't match. I don't even know why you pursued me. You joined the basketball team and whenever you had games, you wanted me to come to watch. I didn't know why so I refused the first few games.

We had many classes together, you know that. Did you use the advantage of being in the same classes as me to try to get to know me? What were your intentions when you asked me if I had lunch? Why did you always ask my friends if I was eating well?

I have so many questions I'm dying to ask now that you're gone. One day you were laughing, joking with me while I watched you practice basketball and the next day you suddenly disappeared. One day of absence turned into months, then half a year. I didn't want to ask but I was dying to know.

Then, the answer finally came.

You moved?

Why didn't you tell me anything?

I thought we were developing something special, was that only me? I thought that you liked me, that's why you did so many things to me, making my heart race and pound. Am I wrong?

If I am wrong, why did you do it?

Maybe I'm completely getting the wrong idea and the sudden move wasn't your fault. I bet that it wasn't your fault. I'm just angry that you didn't inform me. Not everyone moves houses in one day, it takes a lot of planning, doesn't it?

Now I'm just left here, confused.

Now I'm just left here, reminiscing about my second love that disappeared. I'm still remembering the first day we met when you bumped into me at the stairs and held me to keep me from falling backward.

Jeonghan, just, where did you go?

I know this message will never reach you anyway, anyhow, so I'll tell you this much.

Because of you, I changed. Hanging out around a mischievous guy like you made me pick up your habits. Before I knew it, I was playing small pranks on my dad and enjoying it, just like when you and I teamed up to prank the gym teacher into thinking that he had sat on a freshly painted bench. I can still remember how long I laughed because of it.

I still have the pen that you forgot when you were here to study with me. My father constantly asks me where you are and I always reply that I don't know because I don't know.

You came by twice every week for three months because you wanted me to tutor you. I don't know if I became a sheep to you but even though I knew you were gifted intelligent, I tutored you anyway. Jeonghan, you were one of those people who didn't need to study to ace a test. Even your methods of trickery are intelligent.

So as I reminisce, I also wonder why you would do something like that if you didn't like me. You were the one who told me that all men act like this, wanting to be around someone, making up excuses to stay close, and doing things they won't normally do if they like someone. Was that all a trick, Jeonghan?

Not only did you study with me but you studied the times that my dad was gone and came by when he wasn't here. You were respectful toward my dad and kind too, so I wondered how you could have such a naughty nature but at the same time be so caring.

It was one of those days when my dad went to work that you came over. Look, I was so confused that's why I kept stuttering. I knew that you weren't supposed to be at my house at that time of night so we stayed on the porch, gazing at the fallen sky. What were you thinking about? You stared for a long time and didn't say a word. It was the middle of winter too and you came by with your hands tucked in your puffy black jacket with your nose cutely red. You remember this night, don't you? If you don't, I'd go even more nuts than I did.

Why did you kiss me that night?

I mean, we weren't even talking, just gazing at the sky where stars were barely visible. Then all of a sudden, you said, “Look at me.”

I turned to you and then all of a sudden, you kissed me. I honestly didn't expect to get a kiss this early in my life and for it to be from you, the second love who disappeared, I can't be any more disappointed.

Jeonghan, the thief.

Your lips were cold at first but then they grew warm. I'm also sorry if I didn't know how to kiss. I just went with the flow and followed the way your thin lips moved against mine. Your hand also touched my neck as you kissed me, I could still feel the warmth of it lingering on my skin.

After you left that night after kissing me quietly, making my heart burn in the cold night, you stroked my hair. I ran inside my room and rolled on my bed, wanting to scream on my bedsheets because my lips have finally been pressed against another man. A boy that I liked at that.

How about you?

Do you think about that night at all?

It was about two days before you moved away.

Strangely, the next days, you continued to talk to me as if you didn't kiss me the days before. I was confused but since I was naive, I just believed that's how it went for everybody.

Also, because of that kiss, I began to notice your gaze. Maybe I could have noticed something in those two days before your departure. I just remember seeing you gazing at me with different eyes. I want to believe that you had fallen for me, but because of you, I'm being delusional like this.

The only way to know is when you finally decide to speak it true somewhere and it reaches me.

In this letter to you, I just can't help expressing the emotions I'm feeling. I have nowhere else to rant and I need you to know about my feelings though you'll never receive this letter.

Gosh, writing this letter makes me remember the weekend that you took me biking on a couple bicycle. Why did you ask me to go with you when you were leaving the next day? It's not like you at all. Knowing you for those short six months, you would have just told me with a pitiful face, “I'm going to move.”

Instead, you kissed me and decided to take me biking. I can still remember that grin on your face when you came to my house and said, “Hop on, Y/N.”

The wind that hit my face that day was amazing and my heart was racing just to have my hands around your waist.

Because of you, I became rebellious for the first time. I never disobeyed my father. He told me to go buy groceries that day and I went on a bike ride with you, enjoying the chilly winter breeze and ditching groceries. When we arrived at the basketball court, I watched and played a bit of basketball with you. Do you know what that means, Jeonghan?

Were you aware this whole time of my feelings? I know you can read other people's expressions well.

I can't understand you, Jeonghan. I don't think I ever will unless you come back and tell me.

I won't believe what any of your friends say even if it's the only source I have. ‘You moved away because a different high school was giving you bigger opportunities’, how am I supposed to believe that? In the middle of the school year?

Now, all I can do is sigh.

I won't wait for you anymore. That's why I'm just going to leave it. I loved you. Now, you're just one of the boys I've loved. I'm not going to spend the rest of my summer waiting to find a needle in a haystack.

I'll remember how I loved you. I'll remember how you changed me. I'll remember how loving you changed me.

I'll wonder sometimes about what we could have been if you didn't leave. If you didn't leave, I think I would have still been in love with you. Now, I'm pretty sure I would still be in love with you, at least for a little longer.

Please, send me a letter.

I know the chances are low.

I'm still angry at you for not telling me. If you did like me and think you did it for our own good, you're wrong. At least I wouldn't have had to wait and worry for the weeks that you disappeared that your life's clock stopped ticking. If you did tell me beforehand, I would have known that you'd be fine and that you were just moving away.

Did you have no faith in us?

Or did you really find a better opportunity in a better high school somewhere far away?

I'm still angry.

Is this what you call ‘the one that got away’?

Anyway, I don't love you now, but if you come back, I might again. I can't make up my mind.

I miss you, Jeonghan.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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© serenityseventeen

6/18/21 - 9:51 pm

a/n: SEVENTEEN back on Instagram?? Seungcheol, Minghao, Vernon, Joshua, and Seungkwan posted today/yesterday. I didn't even notice WOOZI changed his profile picture. Also, I find Seungkwan and Seungcheol so funny...

SC: you are my escape

SK: you are my s.coups

But yay? Seventeen is back on Instagram!

[vivalavi-daa]

Fav 2020 K-Dramas

1. Hospital Playlist

If there's anything I felt happy about in 2020, it's the fact that I've found my next ultimate fav kdramas. More than another, this kdrama feels like a home I could return to every time. Yes, hospital playlist is a slice of life drama that portrays the lives of people in hospital, but there's something about it that is so captivating to watch. I love how it realistically portrays the adults' daily lives & has no major villain of the story that heats things up whatsoever. Instead, I find it easy to emphatize with every character here, even with a patient who appears less than 5 minutes because this kdrama taught us that every life is worth it. And the friendship of the professors... it really has the power to bring joy & warmth to me.

(I also made a post about hospital playlist's characters study on my side blog. Here, if you’re interested).

2. Flower of Evil

Stories that revolve around someone who isn't capable of having emotions aren't nothing new in kdrama land. But this one, especially, is a gem. This one kept me on the edge of my seat because of how nerve wracking some of the scenes are. The suspenseful dramas, the mysteries, the romance...they're all so engaging to watch. I wasn't sure what to expect from the lead character and therefore it's exciting to see what was going to happen & to see how the characters would develop. And to be noted, I swear the cast who played the villain here gives off really scary vibes. He deserves an award for that alone

3. Mr. Queen

I'm not usually a big fan of Saeguk drama and yet here I am putting one on my fav kdrama list. I watched it merely to ease my boredom but then I surprised myself of how much I enjoyed this kdrama. The opening video was appealing & I love how entertaining Mr. Queen was. It became my weekly dose of serotonin (though it gets angsty at times). I thought the story's gonna be weird since it's about a man trapped in a woman's body in joseon era but heck, it was worth it; hilarious, and delicious (yeah, the cooking part) to watch. I've always known Shin Hye Sun is great at acting, but she truly nailed it in this one I swear.

4. 365: Repeat the Year

This drama is gold! It has a promising premise, and the rest of the story went better than I expected. It just never let me down. I thought it's merely about a time travel story, but turns out it's more than that. I never knew what to expect & every time I thought I figured something out, they always have a way to throw a surprise every week. This drama deserves more recognition imo.

5. When the Weather is Fine

This drama is a pleasant to eyes and heart. Watching it is like having a warm tea during winter days. I wasn't truly engaged with the first eps, but I slowly began to see how beautiful & heartwarming this drama is. Yes, the story pace is a bit slow, but I realized that it's important to make us understand each character deeply, what they suffer from, and how the characters slowly develop. It shows us that the journey toward emotional healing may take time, but it's worth it. Choosing to heal itself is a big step & deserves an appreciation. Another thing I highly praise from this drama is how it implicitly reminds us that if we do suffer emotionally, don't be afraid to ask for help, or to let someone help you.

6. Tale of the Nine Tailed

From the first moment I knew who would cast in this drama and what the drama is about, it's obvious that I'd love it. And I was right. The first eps had already got me hooked. The stories were amazing & funny at times. It has unique lovable characters that complete the drama. In addition, I love the mystical fantasy vibes and how they wrapped up urban legends in modern settings. Not to mention how adorable Kim Bum's character here. He & Lee Dong Wook's bromance is to die for.

7. Do You Like Brahms?

I watched it by chance, and then I fell in love the instant I watched the first eps. The drama is just beautifully done. It has soothing music & ambience and mainly revolves around good people. It's appealing how they portrayed the different perspectives between the lead couple--one who doesn't have talent but works hard to achieve her dream, and one who has talent but wishes he didn't have it. Though the lead couple has different dreams, I can't help but rooting for them... as I've never seen a relationship so awkward yet so real and so adorable before them.

8. Record of Youth

Honestly, it took a bit long for me to be completely enamored of the stories and feel what the characters feel. But as the stories developed, I began to cherish what this drama tried to show us: of how important it is to have good communication & to support each other in our family, of how everyone has different timings in life, and that everyone could have second chance in life. It's also refreshing to see the main couple here & how they interact; we could learn a lot from their communication & relationship. Overall, record of youth is one light & comforting kdrama that's perfect to watch while we need a short escape or need something to cheer us up.

9. Start Up

Honestly, I have a conflicted feelings towards this kdrama. It started off as great but...I have a hard time making sense of some of the stories afterward. And not to mention how we used to ship-debating every week it was a bit draining 😅. But to exclude it from my last year fav kdrama list seems wrong anyhow because I did love this drama. Idk, it gives off this positive energy that I needed to go through a crazy year. It somehow encouraged me to move forward & fight for my dream no matter what. The story's also quiet creative and relatable in nowadays world, while also educating us about the world of business.

10. Find Me in Your Memory

I started watching without any expectations and turns out it's really good. It's not hard to love this drama since it has likeable characters with interesting background (a guy who can't forget everything & a woman who forgets some of her important moments). The lead couple's interactions were interesting to watch. They have the kind of romance that grows slowly & when it finally reachs its peak, it burns. I loved every minute of it.

K-drama recommendations: 5/?

[jimjamthehorrorman]

Unconditional Love

This was the first time you let the big man in the mask around your dog. You were anxious because she was jumpy and you don't know how HE will react to HER.

You bought a beautiful Husky three years ago, prior to your move to Texas. You wanted a "guard dog" but you ended up with a sassy, lazy dog who steals crackers from the counter when you aren't looking. She's absolutely a sweetheart to everyone she meets in your little town, but she is afraid of masks and intimidating people. Halloween is her least favorite time of year and everyone knows because while you're handing out candy to the few kids around, there's a deep bellowing bark coming from the windows on your porch.

You met the Sawyers when you picked up a side job at their gas and barbeque shack about thirteen miles down the way. Drayton was a blessing, overly polite and insistent upon you working as little as possible.

"Y/N, you oughta head on home now and get you some rest you're looking awful weak."

"No, I'm alright! I've only got about an hour left and I wanted to lock up with you-" you felt as weak as he thinks you look. You'd been sick all day, lightheaded and spiraling. "-It's fine, I'm fine!"

Drayton looked you up and down.

"Alright. Just don't come crying to me when I catch you sleeping on the job!" He chuckled as he started taking the meat off of the hooks inside the glass case.

"Taking it home to the family?" He never talked about his family and you were curious. You could not keep yourself from asking. Everything was such a mystery, hell, you didn't even know the man who sat outside washing the cars that came for gas.

He stuttered, holding the back of his neck like a child caught in a lie. "H-Ha! I've got to feed grandpa and my brothers. They usually go hunting for their meat but no one can resist my barbeque! It's the best meat-" He smiled coyly. "-Anyhow, you need to head on home young m/w. I've got my brother coming up to pick up some firewood from behind the shack. He's a skittish fella and not real good at talkin so I don't want to embarrass him. Now head on out! Tomorrow we'll make a big jar of Sun Tea to sell and I'll save some for us. It's gonna be hot as hell out!"

He nearly shoved you out the door. It's obvious either you looked like you were DYING or he had a BIG SECRET to hide.

"Alright, I'll head out. Tell the boys I said hello!"

He smiled and shut the door behind you. You started to hop in your truck and realized your keys were still inside.

"Shit."

You tried to slide in the backdoor before Drayton saw you were there, but getting back out of the truck you felt awful dizzy and fell to the ground on the way in. You felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness and the as you finally start to lose the battle, you hear a rattling.

You lose the fight and the next thing you remember is waking to the face of a dissapointed and fuzzy Drayton helping you out of your own truck with a man with a very deformed face, but maybe it was just your eyes.

The deformed man was incredibly tall and squealed like a child as he sat you on the porch swing. He patted your face to try to fully wake you. A man with a strange mark on his face drove Drayton's truck all the way here.

"What a fall huh?! Rough fall, hard fall. You must be tired or something. He/Her/They must be dying. Looks sick, pale like Grandpa."

"Nubbins, you and Bubba help Y/N into the house. They're my best employee so you better not screw this one up! If you drop them I'll beat the tar out of you fools!"

You could tell Drayton was serious. Who knew he appreciated you that much.

Barking eminated from the house. A horrible screech. You knew that sound.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!"

"What?" Drayton looked confused.

"I'll go in on my own. I'll go lay down don't worry about me. Thanks boys I really appreciate the help but you can't come in. I've got a dog that might eat you alive!" You hurriedly told them, finding your way to the door in the dark. "I'll see you tomorrow Drayton! I'll see you boys again sometime soon!"

They all stood in disbelief on the porch as you slammed the door and turned the light on so they could get to the truck safely. Your dog met you at the door and she was PISSED. Not only did you keep her from seeing guests, but you're late and she's hungry.

"Sorry -pet name-, I'll get you some food."

You poured the bag of kibble quickly and clumsily, half of it on the floor. She could tell you were off and after she ate she climbed up on the couch and laid beside you. It was a long night for you both.

---

It had been two weeks since the incident, Drayton laughs it off that he went through all the trouble to take you home and make sure you were safe. Perhaps he had invested interest in your health, perhaps he had no friends but you and the gas guy. Either way he appreciated you. A lot.

"Y/N, I'm making dinner tonight do you want to back here this evenin'? Now you don't have to come, and you don't have to feel pressured to come over but I wanted to have you over. Just remember to feed your vicious pup before you come!" He chuckled, clearly nervous.

Shit, does Drayton like you?

"Now don't you worry this isn't a romantic thing, no, my brothers and I wanted you over to be sure you're eating good. You living there alone, you ought to have you a good meal!"

He wants you to come back to the gas station for dinner? What's wrong with his house? Doesn't matter, you won't turn down homemade food. You've been living off of cheap pot pies and snack foods. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of fresh steak and vegetables.

"I'll be here! Don't you worry." As the words escape your lips he gives you a huge smile and waves you off.

You feed your pup, give her a good pet and head out the door.

The sound of sizzling comes from the kitchen, but Drayton is sitting beside you.

"Who's our chef tonight, Drayton?"

He looks at you smiling ear to ear.

"My youngest brother Bubba wanted to make sure you eat well. He felt so bad about you being sick and all that he made you something special."

The boy with the strange birthmark comes out of the back room smiling. He's so strange and erratic that it's almost comedic.

"Bubba makes good food! Normally Drayton is 'The Cook' but tonight me and Bubba made some good meat! Not quite headcheese or anything real tasty but we got some good uh.. some good steaks! Yeah steaks!"

You laugh. Drayton makes a face at him real fast thinking you didn't see. You did.

Your stomach growls, the smell from the tiny kitchen is alluring. Savory, like good meat with flavorful spices.

"Nubbins go tell your brother our guest is getting hungry! I knew I shoulda made dinner you two bafoons!"

Nubbins blows a raspberry at Drayton and runs into the kitchen, he yells at Bubba and you hear a grumble.

Nubbins returns a moment later with a bunch of full plates. Steaks, potatoes, greens, hell even a pan of brownies. As you're perusing the food, a large man in a painted mask and suit comes walking out of the kitchen, barely clearing the door frame.

He's looking you over and honestly you aren't sure if you're frightened or bashful. A tall and burly man just made you dinner and yet you sit in silence trying to make out the face behind the mask. When he sits down across from you, you can barely see facial hair poking out of the side of his mask.

You bet he's cute under there, you're practically sure of it. When he looks back at you, you smile sheepishly and start eating.

Wow, he has some beautiful eyes behind that.

"I love your mask, Bubba." You were nervous. Flirting with a literal mystery, also your boss's brother.

Bubba hid his face in his hands and made little noises. Drayton chuckled.

"You made his day Y/N, he damn well may never take that thing off!"

---

Dinner last night was great, and you shared some eye contact with a presumably handsome masked man.

Drayton picked up on this, as your face was as red as the lips on his mask. You entered work with a smile on your face, until Drayton smiled back. Your heart sank nervously. What if you lose your job? What if he hates you for it? He grabs your hand.

"I think my brother may like you. He's not a talker and he's not too keen on people, but you're different. Anyone else woulda looked at his mask and said 'oh hell what a freak' but you were very kind to him. He'd been bothering me all night and morning to ask if you'd have him over to see your dog. See we've only had pigs and chickens and cows. Poor boy has never seen a pet type'a animal."

Oh god this is moving fast. You aren't sure how that's gonna go.

"I don't know Drayton, she's not good around strangers... especially ones who have such a... strange look."

Drayton frowns. You feel sick to your stomach. Not like the night you forgot to eat and passed out, but like guilt was building up inside and about to explode.

"Okay okay... I'll try to get her to work with me. Can you bring him over this afternoon? I know we close early today so that would work,...right?" You feel yourself pulling at the edges of your shirt. You're nervous she might hurt him and then Drayton would absolutely KILL you.

"I'll bring him up and take him around to the back porch, you just have him home after dark. People don't take kindly to a giant with two faces." He smiles.

---

You are in a panic. Your dog is already stirred up, she can sense the fear and is acting up in rebuttal. You hear a knock at the back door.

Oh god it's them.

They're here.

The dog.

You put her on a leash and keep her inside, meeting the giant man outside.

"Hey Bubba! How are yo-" he lifts you into a tight hug when you close the door behind you. He is squealing and laughing in joy. He's wearing his suit and mask from the other night. The one you said you liked. "-ou! Wow you're strong big guy! The pup is inside and she's a little wild today.. I'll bring her out here. No one should see us in the side yard. Okay? Just stay right here!"

You can tell he's as nervous as you are. When he sat you down he gave you a look that said "I'm alright!" But.. You weren't so sure.

When she barked coming out the door he held his ears. You tried to quiet her down but relentlessly she barked and howled in the sight of this massive man.

He didn't know anything else to do so he began to whistle and coo at her.

She quieted down, practically crawling up to him. He held his hand out and she snapped like she was trying to bite and instead of jumping back he just cooed louder. Eventually she started to smell him, walking around him in circles.

Please don't hurt one another. That's all you want is for them to be civil.

Then it happened.

She PULLED until you couldn't hold her leash and you screamed. You closed your eyes and waited for the worst.

Once your heart had slowed to near silence, you heard chuckling and the sound of your dog panting.

"Bubba! I think she likes you!" You yelled with a shaky voice. You were still nervous but he was having a great time and so was she. He was petting her and she didn't even care he had a mask on. Hell, she even licked him! You were in the clear, and you had never felt so relieved in your life.

This big man was petting your dog and having a blast, and just watching and hearing him laugh... You were too.

Damn. He's pretty cute.

(This is my first time trying to write a fic so I apologise for it's length and content 😂😂😂)

[kaz3313]

Meeting with the Opposition

Chapter Two; Chapter One is below (previous link wasn't working) Chapter 3 is in the makings

@artthingymabob is who inspired me!

@dystopianinterstellar @azirafuck (also ask if youd like to be on the tag list!)

I honestly thought this would be a one off thing but oopsie daisy I got inspiration big time! Hope everyone enjoys 😊 Reblogs super appreciated

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  Azriphale doesn't mean to be late yet here he is running through a crowded sidewalk people giving him nasty sideways glances. He isn't technically late but he isn't early; everyone in Heaven is slightly early as the term "fashionably late" was made by a demon and no angel wants to be associated with one of those. Well besides two; one of which is dubbed a traitor and the other is desperately weaving through crowds and could be considered a hypocrite if anyone is to find out why.

  The reason he is running late is because of Heaven; an angel gone off the deep end. They created quite a ruckus- shouting threats at everyone, causing damage to walls, and pulling up several plants from a garden. It was a fit not tolerated in Heaven and so it ended with them being locked in a room until further notice. He being the one to find an unoccupied room as well as having to catch them. Aziraphale is almost positive they'd have to put them through a trial (and he'd have to organize it) but when is still in the unforeseeable future. Even if he does calm down in that time period they is no possible way of getting out of a punishment.

   The angel arrives just on time but his face falls at the sight of the demon, Crowely, has already nabbed a table. An odd feeling, that isn't embarrassing, arises in him at the thought of the demon sitting at the table, awaiting his arrival. An odd tingly half familiar feeling he shoves down while approaching the demon in wait.

   "I would usually apologize for being late but l, since you are a demon and I don't dare say sorry to your kind, I won't," Azriphale states sitting down not daring to make eye contact with the other.

   "You aren't late, really you're perfectly on time. But our kind don't take well to apologies anyhow; anyone who tries we throw into the hell hound pit and bet on how long they will last," Crowely says and Azriphale looks up; the most horrific look plastered on his face. "I'm joking! I'm joking! Thought a being from Heaven could take a joke!" He lets out a hearty chuckle and Azriphale gives a forced smile in return.

  Crowely is only half-way being truthful in this, as he is with most things, as demons tend to throw each other in hell hound cages all the time. The difference being from what he said is that apologies don't cause such a reaction; it really is just a sporadic action done whenever something mildly inconvenient but thoroughly irritating happens. He doesn't explain the logistics though as he can clearly see the angel is troubled.

   Why he cares is a completely different story that Crowley will rather not want to think about. If he did try to explain though the conversation that followed would contain lots of half truths, hissing, stuttering, made up words (which if you mention that they are made up he will snarkily reply with "well all languages are made up) and end with someone getting stabbed in a major artery. So it's best to leave him be with his unusual consideration.

  "I suppose we should get right on to business since the jokes have ceased?" 'And proven to be unfunny' but Azriphale only adds that on in silence. He doesn't want to push any buttons he doesn't have to today.

  "Thinking 'bout ordering drinks first; Hell has been a bitch like usual and I've needed something to take my mind off it. So drinks first, work talk after," 

  "Drinks don't sound half bad," He momentarily massages his temples before picking up the drink menu "With no war I'm assuming Hell's been rowdy?"

  "Rowdy is a group of bratty teens whose equally bratty parents are going out for a month. Hell is a barnyard that has no food,drink, or cages and several exotic animals. Everyone is ravenous. Demons are thirsting for bloodshed so much we've had to bust several groups trying to form secret strikes to Heaven that would not only fail miserably but be embarrassing to see play out. One guy thought he could do a solo mission- and I have little respect for your army but I'm also not stupid and would send a single low ranking demon against God's army," Crowley rants and if not for the waitress' arrival he would've gone on a tangent. He orders the drinks flatly and expects Azriphale to follow suit immediately.

  The angel however is smiling at him which led to a flick of rage ignite. What had he to smile about? That hell was hellish and chaotic? He should know that just because everything is a shit-show they were not to be reckoned with. 

  "Same wine as his, dear," Azriphale addresses to the waitress and she smiles politely before heading back to the kitchen. "I find it amusing; the angels above are getting antsy themselves. Today actually one of them was found flinging a sword around wildly yelling about how they would deliver "divine justice" to anyone in their path. Of course angels aren't as cruel as demons but...the war not happening has thrown everyone off course. Even the most mild mannered".

  That's why he was smiling- a light weight lifts off Crowley's shoulders. "This is exactly why the two traitors need to be dealt with soon- I feel it would bring ease to everyone. Including, the eventual, second Armageddon," The waitress returns a smile of ignorance on her face. She didn't understand how weeks ago she should've perished nor does she know what these "fine" gentlemen are discussing. All she knows is what wine and food they order and all she hopes is that they give her a significant tip.

  "No doubt; those trouble makers will be given proper justice," Azriphale says picking up his glass of Chardonnay.

  "And no mercy," Crowely adds on, raising his own glass "Toast for the second Armageddon that-is-hopefully-soon-to-come, Angel?"

   "To a successful second apocalypse!" The two clink glasses both wearing uncharacteristic smiles and having found a new sense of determination.

  "Ssso you're ssaying?" Crowely slurs out, its blurred whether alcohol or his snake side were responsible for his long s'. Many drinks are shared between the two and many more were to come. Business is attempting to be addressed but as neither has the gull, or maybe the relaxation is a tad addictive, to sober up halfway thought up plans were being discovered.

   "I say that- well I think anyway. Why not just, we'll just watch the two! Eventually they'll bl-blab out something of importance! How they- how they gone- they gone to go be naive,"

 "Native, you ssstupid Angel,"

   "Oh, same difference! It doesn't matter exact terminology. All that matters is...well is the- the plan," Azriphale waves his hands around before returning to his empty glass. Instead of flagging down the waitress, they had the poor girl running back and forth like mad, he flicks his fingers and both glasses fill up. Crowley opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it and sips the wine. "Whether its the Great Plan or Ineffable Plan or might as well be Plan B, I really don't care. We just need a plan,"

   "We have our plan," Crowley says with a slight huff.

   "Our plan?" The words our, referring to him and Crowely feel so foreign, scandalous even, but fit on his tongue like a well tailored outfit.

  "Yeah- Watch Gabriel and Beelzebub until they fuck up again. Y'know feel too safe let some information slip. Maybe we'll learn a weakness or two-whatever. And once we know all the right sstuff we crush them!" Crowley slams his fist on the table to reiterate his point.

  "Our plan," Azriphale still echoes quietly as if it is a secret to keep. Which in a way it is; if the other Archangels knew what he's up too, even under the sake of serving retribution, he could get in big trouble. Consorting with Demons led to well... he looks up at Crowley whom he's had two meetings with so far and more to come...apparently it led to professionals getting involved to track you down to find your weaknesses.

  Sure maybe the other Angels wouldn't understand and take what he's doing a completely wrong way but he is doing what is good! Surely if he wasn't God would punish him, right?

  "I'd say let's get dessssert before we head out our separate ways, eh?" Crowely says bringing the fretting Angel out of his worries (or at least creating a temporary distraction from them).

  "Dessert sounds lovely. I heard the creme brulee is to die for,".

[punkscowardschampions]

Nancy & Rio

Nancy: Hey Nancy: how's all the prep going? Rio: Oh my God Rio: it feels good to talk to someone over the age of 12, put it that way Rio: its getting there but I might not 🤪🥴😵 Nancy: same cos Buster's acting like a 5 year old rn Nancy: I wish I was there helping Rio: Travelling brings out the worst in 'em Rio: if I have to see an airport with mine this year, too soon 😬❌ Rio: we could use your 👀 Rio: I'm sure there will still be shit to do when you all get here Nancy: Did your dad convince your mum about a honeymoon though? Nancy: Asking cos I wanna steal you away for a while Nancy: When I get there I'm gonna have so many 📷 to set up and take but I'll definitely make time for any finishing touches there are Rio: 😘😘😘 Rio: s'more convincing nan and granddad that your parents and the rest will help out controlling the masses whilst they're off 🎔☽ Rio: a reason we can NEVER find a babysitter 🙄 Nancy: Oh come on! If my mum gets involved they'll be perfect 😇s Rio: 😂 Rio: I'd be happy to test the theory Rio: going to be so good to see you again! Nancy: Me too if it'd get her off my back 🙄 Nancy: I've missed you so much! Rio: Uh-oh, what's the latest crusade with her? Rio: Girl, same! So much catching up Nancy: Who can keep track? This week it's something about how I spend too much time in my room Nancy: Like doesn't she realise I don't sleep in a cell? I have everything I need Rio: Right? Rio: At least we're past grounding, was such a laughable punishment when its not the 50s or something, please Nancy: malted milkshakes and jukeboxes yes, the rest of the 50s, no Rio: But you'd look so fetching in a circle skirt 😉 Rio: what are you wearing though Rio: I've been so busy making sure the kids are actually clothed that I'm not remotely ready, ugh Nancy: Also less likely to be hatecrimed when it's just gals being pals 😉 Nancy: [a pic of her outfit cos we don't have one yet gang] Nancy: oh my god if you're not joking dad better start speeding! You really need my help ASAP Rio: Don't rub it in, or I'll be at the back of the bus heckling you Rio: me and all MY #sistas Rio: 😍 you look so good, I'll ignore your white feminism if you tell him to step on it Nancy: 😳 x 10000 like Nancy: But I'll demand it Rio: 🧡 Rio: Its a mood, catch me stealthing down the aisle at the back, please, steal the show, kids Nancy: 💚 Nancy: Honestly I feel nervous & I don't have to do the walk/nobody's gonna be looking at me Rio: Awh, don't be Rio: Honestly, everything is so extra, no one will know where to look Rio: you know them Nancy: I was safe to assume that Junie isn't answering me cos he's 😳 x 10000000 then, yeah? Rio: No doubt Rio: I can't even find him to tell him to reply Rio: if I spot him Nancy: It's fine I'll see him soon anyway Rio: God bless him Nancy: I need out of this car now & away from all of them Rio: I can feel the tension from here, babe Nancy: If he spends another sec on speaker talking to his friends about last night's party I will have to throw his phone out of the window Rio: Eww Rio: your brother is 1000% gonna be THAT businessman on the train that wants everyone to hear his convo Nancy: I know Rio: then pops a few blood vessels when someone tells him otherwise Rio: you poor thing, forreal Nancy: He got into a fight at the party over some girl 🙄 But of course the other lad was the only one hurt Nancy: How am I related to this idiot? Rio: How have your parents not turned the car around or at least threatened to Nancy: He doesn't wanna come which means he is, no matter what Nancy: Even if he was 🤕 Rio: Also do you live in Chelsea or a bad American teen drama Rio: the dramatics 😂 Nancy: Right? But it's me getting lectured by my mother regularly Nancy: your favouritism is showing again Rio: We all like you better, don't worry babe Nancy: thanks Nancy: if your parents wanna adopt me, now is good Rio: What's one more is pratically the family motto so why not Rio: you'll have to miss all the WILD parties and the even wilder bants Rio: reckon you'll survive? Nancy: just about Rio: Be honest Rio: if I go to town right now, what are the odds of the kids staying semi-presentable? Nancy: It'd be single figures Nancy: like 5% maybe Rio: Yeah Rio: but even less chance of me getting something wearable if I ask my boy to bring something with him, right? Nancy: Unless he's very fashion forward Nancy: You could tell him to go to ours and raid my wardrobe? Rio: Such a humblebrag, Nancy McKenna 😏 Nancy: If you don't want my advice or designer labels, don't ask, like Rio: 😂 Rio: how is it possible I have nothing suitable in my whole ass wardrobe Nancy: This family has had a surprisingly few weddings in our lifetime Nancy: & there's no chance of you re-purposing what you wore to my parents' big day all those years ago so Nancy: I'll make a detour and pick something up for you Nancy: if you trust me Rio: The amount of sin is truly unholy Rio: my grandma be 😠 at all these heathens Rio: and that feels like forever ago Rio: dread to think what I was rocking but at least I was cute Nancy: So 😢 I couldn't bring a date to meet your grandma she sounds lovely Nancy: [finds a pic of the baze wedding like] Nancy: you were the cutest! Look! Rio: Love the sinner, hate the sin, sweetie 😘 Rio: Oh lord Nancy: Says you but what happened to ME? Nancy: I'm like a different person rn and it's not a glow up Rio: Shh, you look beautiful, are you kidding Nancy: I look like my parents are into medieval torture & put me on a rack Nancy: not cute Rio: Oh 'cos being tall is so unappealing Rio: all those leggy supermodels, YUCK Nancy: 😂 Rio: Anyone saying different is obviously jealous Nancy: How very teen drama Nancy: the girl who hates me really loves me 💋 Rio: better start loudly talking about that Rio: your 'rents will be so proud Nancy: They aren't likely to hear me over Buster's dramatic playlist 🎶 Rio: Now you're just making shit up 😂 Nancy: [records him as proof hey boy hey looking like a moody fuckboy snack over there no doubt] Rio: He really did just look at the window like a music video, huh Rio: also praying you make it here unmurdered now, girl 🙏🤞 Nancy: He wouldn't dare start a fight with us in our finery 👗👠 mum & dad would kill him Nancy: or I could with the 👠 Rio: Gotta stay favourite, yeah Nancy: definitely Rio: catch me being no ones 'cos I'm not coming Rio: see you tomorrow, like 👋 Nancy: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo Nancy: you have to Nancy: don't leave me with my evil twin Rio: 😩 but Rio: so over this before its begun Nancy: please Ri Nancy: I'll make it fun somehow Rio: There's no escape anyhow Rio: so many people here already just 👀 @ me Rio: I'm not putting on a fucking poofy dress I'm sorry Nancy: you don't have to Nancy: bridesmaid but keep it fashion Rio: I tried on some actual bridesmaid dresses but I felt so stupid Rio: why is it all floor-length and fucking Rio: the excess material Rio: I don't wanna drown in tulle, I'm not 5 Nancy: gross Nancy: I promise to never get married first of all Nancy: second of all I'm gonna make sure you look 🔥 today so Rio: 🧡🧡🧡 Rio: I've got to start on the drinks now though, sorry Nancy: show me what's in your wardrobe & I'll try & remember what's in mine Rio: I love you but you remember what I said about floor-length? Nancy: okay okay just yours then Nancy: come on, I can do this Rio: [does] Rio: but honestly, fuck it Nancy: there's so much I could make work Nancy: & no reason for us both to hate our outfits Rio: I won't hate it, I'll just be hated Rio: mainly by my grandma 💁 Nancy: as soon as Buster arrives his attitude will pull focus Nancy: plenty to keep your grandma busy in this car Rio: He'd never be that nice to me Rio: even unintentionally Nancy: I will then Nancy: thinking of a scene to cause as we speak Rio: 😏 Rio: such a shame there'll be no hot girls there you aren't related to 💔 Nancy: if only hitchhikers were still a thing Rio: So predatory for a 13 year old Rio: flip that script honey Nancy: it's the lesbian way Nancy: ask every girl at my school Rio: Ugh, turning their backs in the changing room is it? Rio: like half of 'em have got anything to hide, people are ridiculous Nancy: Yeah Rio: Its more than that then Nancy: It's not a story for today Rio: Later Rio: when you've caught up Nancy: when I've taken my make up off maybe Nancy: it took a really long time Rio: it looks 🔥 Nancy: it's not too much, right? You'd tell me Rio: Of course Rio: but it so isn't, its great Nancy: thanks Nancy: a benefit of doing it in February, our faces won't melt off & I'm not sunburnt Rio: They've thought of you at least Rio: love that Nancy: I'll try & remember to thank them too, like Rio: Thank whichever God made you gay too Rio: boys are such dicks Nancy: I got stuck with a brother so I'd still suffer Nancy: probably won't 🙏 Rio: Well you can ignore him Rio: sure you both prefer it that way Nancy: You can ignore any boys you want Nancy: or don't want Rio: Nah Rio: not when I'm this hard to ignore yeah Nancy: all the more reason Nancy: when you look like you look you can take your pick Rio: I already have, that's what I'm saying Nancy: & they're still dicks? Rio: He is Nancy: So dump him Nancy: there must be some boys in existence who aren't Rio: Eh Rio: None as cute Nancy: Gross Rio: Shut up 🙄 Nancy: if you wanna talk about boys you've come to the wrong place Rio: excuse me Rio: you've literally talked about your hitchhiker fantasy so you can deal with it Nancy: I don't have a fantasy I was trying to think of a diversion to horrify your grandma Rio: Sure Nancy: It's a shame Buster would never swap outfits with me Nancy: a move like that really would pull focus from what you're wearing Rio: I hate to break it to you but not really Rio: already got so many chicks in suits Rio: you know this is MY parents wedding, not yours Nancy: but how many boys in dresses do you have? Rio: I'll check Rio: my parents have weird friends, babe Rio: and have you met my siblings like Rio: your the normie branch of the fam, no amount of lesbian angst is changing that for you, I'm so sorry Nancy: at least they have friends, mine have co-dependence Nancy: and yeah, I'm trying to get adopted in, remember? Rio: 😍 romantic Rio: we'll swap Rio: I need the break Nancy: you and Buster would kill each other in seconds Nancy: but if you can survive long enough to end him I support it Rio: Duh Nancy: I've heard 'you should see the other guy' enough to be sure it's bullshit Nancy: you can take him Rio: I know Rio: trust me Nancy: he hasn't lost a 🥊 for ages it's way past due Rio: Weddings always end in a scrap Rio: may as well take it for the team honestly Nancy: fights & drunken displays happen whenever this family gets together Nancy: again, take your pick Rio: I'm not drunk but tah for the faith, babe Nancy: it's early still Rio: 😒 Nancy: they are all driving me to drink & I don't even Rio: Slainte Nancy: exactly Rio: Fuck it, I'm going town Nancy: do you have time? Rio: Sure Nancy: Then yeah go Rio: ✌ see you when you get here Nancy: I'll find you as soon as we show up Rio: Do Rio: I'll be the bombshell Nancy: I'll be the awkward ginger Nancy: 💚💋 Rio: 🧡💋