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outro-jo · 1 year

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hiding from skz after teasing them

pairing: skz x reader

type: scenario

summary: sometimes it’s not good to leave them wanting more 👀

request: kinda

warnings: 18+ ONLY!! minors and age unspecified dni. spice but i’m not gonna write smuts lmao, sorry, my religious trauma came out with chan’s 😬, talking about dicks which is gross, mentions ✨self care✨ in hyunjin’s

a/n: the word “hiding” is kinda used loosely. this was v long and i’m only slightly sorry

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chan- it wasn’t intentional… well, it was a little but honestly half of it was his fault. he was the one who invited you to his studio. he was the one who sat you on his lap. you can’t help that you fidget and can’t always get comfortable. the problem arose slowly and he would have just bent you over the sound board if the rest of 3racha wasn’t there. the more the merrier tbh after a while chris was getting more and more frustrated. that’s when the real fun began. you could tell in the way he was sighing and the defensive tone in his voice sounded less and less jokey as he goofed around with the boys. bless him, he tried to get you to stop with a firm grip to your arm and a low growl in your ear but that only made things worse. when you could feel he was rock hard underneath you and practically panting in your ear, you got up from your seat, gave him a little peck on the lips, and made your way back to the apartment. his jaw was left agape as you walked out hearing two of the 3racha HOWLING with laughter behind you. later that evening, you couldn’t get the cheeky grin off your face. you laid in bed, thumb lazily scrolling through your phone when chris appeared out of nowhere. he was so quite coming in and that was 100% on purpose. there was a darkness in his eyes that should have scared you. he stood at the front of the bed and grabbed your ankle to pull you to the edge.

“good thing you’re awake, darling. you have some sins to atone for. get on your knees.”

lee know- there is nowhere to hide with him.

you made the grave mistake of getting him riled up before a concert. your boyfriend generously spared no expense to fly you out to him and take care of every need and accommodation just to have you by his side. the tour had been going on for months now and he was getting restless without out. thankfully, you were able to take the time off work and finish the rest of the tour with him. unfortunately for the both of you, the flight got in late that afternoon and minho had spent the entire afternoon at the venue preparing for that night. all those late night facetime calls wouldn’t be seen to fruition just yet. when you arrived, a staff member took you directly to the arena and you practically ran until you were in minho’s arms. you were so caught up in seeing him for the first time that you practically made out with him in front of literally everyone. the boys. staff. kkami. the tiny shorts you wore in preparation for the texas heat did not help with minho’s love of butts either. neither of you gave a damn, it just felt so good to be in his arms again. as soon as you ran up to him, he lifted you in the air and pulled you into him, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist with his hands resting on your bum. his tongue was practically down your throat and everyone was so shocked by the display that they couldn’t even speak. chan silently reaches over to cover jeongin’s eyes, jisung covers his own, and hyunjin gives you a look of disgust. of course, you don’t see this. with your crotch on minho’s and bumping into each other, it didn’t take long for him to get hard. finally the stage manager comes in and clears his throat to let everyone know that it’s 10 minutes to show time. you finally climb off him and give sheepish apologies and hugs to the rest of the boys. minho isn’t normally like this but you had been gone for so long and he was hopelessly turned on at this point. all he wanted to do was take you into a supply closet and make you scream but your attention was on the other boys and he was about to combust with jealousy. you suddenly of his looming presence at your side while you were catching up with the other boys. you were also aware of his hand in your back pocket. it wasn’t too much longer before it was time for the boys to take the stage not before you got final rough, quick, passionate kiss from lino. the entire show he was absolutely on edge. he seemed angry almost and it was coming out in his dancing… and growls. it had you squirming a bit too you had to admit. every so often, he would find where you were in the crowd and you couldn’t help but notice the way his jaw clench. three painful hours later, you stood backstage and waited as the boys finished their goodbyes to stay. after the cheers died down and the boys started filing to the green room, minho stormed past them and made a bee line for you, pulling you into the supply closet he has been thinking about taking you to all night before too many people had a chance to notice. he wasted no time stripping you of your scant clothing.

“we’re gonna finish what we started, baby.”

changbin- it was probably more his fault than yours… at first. changbin made the mistake of asking you to come work out with him, and you made the even bigger mistake of agreeing. you were joined by some of the other boys in the jyp gym and little did you know that most of the boys actually like to work out shirtless, including your binnie. also something you’ve noticed since being in korea is that the music played in stores, cafes, and gyms are some of the nastiest, raunchiest rap songs in english. it wasn’t something that really mattered to them and the two native speakers in the group both put on headphones to work on their sets while everyone else was seemingly unfazed. you, however, were not. all of these ingredients came together to be a perfect recipe for disaster. the air in the small gym started getting thicker as you couldn’t help but stare. of course the treadmills were facing the equipment changbin was using. his back was turned to you as he worked on a set from the pull down bar. his muscles rippled as the bar went up and down… up and down. sweat began beading on your forehead not just from your 12-3-30. you were so out of it, you didn’t even hear him calling you over to a bench. once you returned back to earth (after nearly face planting on the treadmill), you clumsily rushed over to the spot he was patting with his hand and laid your back across it. what you didn’t know before today was your boyfriend’s methods of training and spotting. as you reached up to grab the bar, you suddenly felt a weight resting on your torso. desperately you tried to hide the way your eyes bugged out if your head but it was getting more and more difficult to keep your composure. it was all you could do to focus on the weights and not his toned chest, glistening with sweat. your arms shook to the point where even binnie took the amount down, throwing the disks around like they were nothing. god, it was getting hot. it simply wasn’t fair that changbin was doing this to you, especially so blissfully unaware of his effect on you. so it was time to have a little fun of your own. after several cooling sips of water while he worked on his set, you swiftly pulled your tshirt (his, actually) to show off your body to him, tight shorts and chest on display. this time it was him who nearly dropped the weights. you quickly rushed over to help spot him. “you ok, babe?” there was a condescending edge to your voice carefully masked behind your concern. you watched as his adams apple bobbed up and down and his eyes trying to figure out if he wanted to look at your face or your chest. checkmate. for the duration of your workout, you did all you could to counteract his “attacks” and after a while, you reached down to pick up your water bottle by him, brushing up against him. he was right where you wanted him. the workout had finally concluded for all of you and the boys had to finish up a couple of recordings but you made an excuse that you needed to go home to do a few things. really you just wanted changbin to stew for a bit with his problem. you left him with a sweet kiss and a smirk that made him realize that this was no accident. on your way home, you received a special text:

“you better be naked by the time i get home and if you touch yourself, you’re in trouble.”

hyunjin- when hyunjin said he wanted to “paint you like one of his french girls”, he didn’t specify whether he wanted you clothed or not. so really you couldn’t be blamed. also he didn’t tell you how he wanted you to be posed. “just sit on the couch there.” he said, not bothering to look up as you sauntered in with a white sheet loosely wrapped around you. hyunjin was too involved in setting up his easel and supplies in the living room. it wasn’t his usual art studio so it took a bit more time to prepare which was just fine with you. after a few moments on the sofa, you decided that you needed at least a little attention. “hyune, how do you want me, baby?” you cooed. the artist looked up to find you reclined on the armrest, arms above your head with your chest and body on full display as the sheet that once adorned you had pooled around your sides. his jaw went slack as his eyes went over the entire expanse of bare skin laid before him. the poor boy tried desperately to form a sentence but his vocal cords gave out on him, coming out as more of a squeak. after a few moments of gawking, he cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to bring him back from his lust filled stupor. then he was able to position you the way he wanted and get to work. hyunjin was focused once paint finally met paper and you laid there like a good model as you watched your artist at work. the quick, intense glances at your body started to get to you and between that and the fatigue of staying in one position, you had to shift a bit. it didn’t go unnoticed to your boyfriend and he smirked to himself behind the easel. “i’m about done, my love. just some fine details to finish if you want to go get more comfortable.” he told you after some time. you agreed, taking your sheet with you back to your bedroom but you couldn’t help yourself. hyunjin was so close to completion and you were too, judging by the sounds of your whimpers and soft moans. frustration coursed through hyunjin’s veins and he charged to your bedroom, grabbing you by your wrist just before you finished. now you were frustrated.

“you couldn’t even wait for me? naughty baby. you’ll have to pay for that one.”

jisung- it was a special night for the pair of you. well, jisung said it was and the reason? he was in love with you. of course he’s been in love with you pretty much since he’s met you but today was special. no, it wasn’t an anniversary either. the night called for a special dinner out at the fanciest restaurant he could find and he even managed to rent out a back room just for the two of you. it was private, intimate, secluded from the rest of the place. this gave you two more freedom to be more affectionate. jisung took a seat next to you rather than the typical seat across from you because it allowed for a hand to be on you at all times. it also allowed for jisung to lean over and kiss you whenever he wanted. the opportunity to tease him a little definitely was not lost on you. the boy was absolute putty in your hands and after a few drinks, he was practically purring like a cat in your lap. jisung suddenly became all too eager to take you home and take care of you properly. tragically, as the valet handed jisung his car keys, his phone rang. he answered it quickly and soon he was whining, pouting and stomping his feet at the entrance of the crowding restaurant, not that he cared. chan was calling him in to finish up some harmonies and it had to be done tonight. jyp had decided that the new album had to be ready sooner than expected and some bits of the album needed to be finalized. the valet helped flag down a taxi to take him to the jyp building while you drove home, not before giving him a long kiss to keep you fresh in his mind. when he returned later that night, he found you laying on your shared bed still ready for him.

“i’m sorry to keep you waiting, baby. i’ll make it up to you.”

felix- your cutie boyfriend had a well deserved day off and wanted to spend it with you—just not in the way you preferred. he had come home late the night before but not so late. sometimes your ray of sunshine is so hopelessly obvious to your needs. he came in from practice and hopped right in the shower without asking you to join him. then he had the audacity to ask you to cuddle and watch a movie. sure, you agreed and it was sweet but this was the first time in a while that felix had any time off and you were hoping he would take care of you more than just a quiet quicky in the dorms. don’t get me wrong, you certainly enjoyed them and they worked to tide you over, but you missed him. you missed the intimacy of a full session… you missed the way he would ravage your body with reckless abandon, kneeling at the alter of you bed to offer worship your body. at times you would wake up in your bed alone after dreaming about the things he could do to you and your hand just wasn’t enough. but after the credits rolled on the animation he picked out, he hummed happily and cuddled into your side, falling asleep almost instantly. you, however, stared at the ceiling absolutely frustrated until you reluctantly allowed sleep to befall you. the next day, you both woke up late and felix excitedly got out of bed with ambitions to bake. you understood that it was therapeutic for him and you were more than happy to let him spend the day as he wished… after taking care of you. felix was so happy in the kitchen though. you stood in the doorway and watched as he began taking out the bakeware and ingredients he needed once again humming to himself in his low voice. god, his voice. the melody he hummed was definitely a happy tune but with the deep vibrations coming from his chest, you couldn’t help but feel more frustrated. “but he’s so happy.” your brain tried to rationalize putting off your own happiness for his sake. “baby!” felix’s voice broke through the torrid cloud hanging over your head. “come bake with me!” he held out an arm of invitation towards you with a bright smile that made you melt. you nodded and rushed over to him. all of his actions were so sweet. he slotted the apron around your neck and turned your body to tie the strings around your waist. you were careful to lean your bum into him, shaking it a little. felix let out a shocked grunt. “cheeky.” he teased , placing a pat to the mound. that wasn’t the only attempt you made at making your boyfriend horny. you tried everything from dropping things and bend over, to licking the spatula while making eye contact, lingering kisses, all but flat out grabbing him. baking no longer was fun to you when felix was hardly paying attention to you—well, not the attention you wanted anyways. when he leaned down to put his bakes in the oven, he stood and saw you were gone. felix found you laying on the bed, playing with the apron strings, a pout on your lips. “aw, baby, what’s the matter?” he returned the pout as he took a seat next to you. “you won’t play with me, lixie.” the aussie’s brows knit together in confusion, trying to figure out what you meant by “play” but the growing tent in his pant quickly brought him to the right conclusion. he wasn’t totally immune to you.

“oh! that’s what you were doing?? i’m so sorry, baby. let me take good care of you.”

seungmin- it was so sweet that the boys had invited you to their bi-weekly movie night. however, you weren’t in the mood for sweet. this was a rare night off for seungmin and you wanted him all to yourself, but you weren’t one to be rude, especially to your boyfriend’s best friends so you couldn’t decline the invite. thankfully, sitting in a dark room with a blanket over your and your boyfriend’s laps gave you the perfect opportunity to fool around a bit. your hand started on his knee that was perched up from the way he was sitting. seungmin had grown used to you being affectionate and rubbing him in some way so this was nothing new to him. slowly as deadpool droned on in front of you, your hand made it’s descent down his leg. it seemed as though seungmin was only paying attention to the movie until you became a little bolder and attempted to tuck a finger into the waistband of his sweatpants. seungmin quickly caught your wrist, pulling your hand upright again. “don’t.” he warned in low tone. the boys took notice and the oldest checked to see what was wrong. “oh, nothing! i just have to run to the restroom real quick.” you told them and made your way out receiving one hell of a stare down as you left. once the door closed behind you, you let out a deep sigh. of course you would say that you had to go to the bathroom. you didn’t. suddenly you got a text: “come out here in a few minutes to tell the boys you aren’t feeling well and then i’ll take you home… even though you don’t deserve it, brat.” success! not only are you getting what you wanted but you also managed to piss off seungmin in the process. mad seungmin is the best and rarest seungmin. when an appropriate amount of time had passed, you let yourself out of the bathroom and did as you were instructed. just as he said, your boyfriend took you home, sending you straight to the bedroom when you walked in.

“clothes off. you’ll get what i give you and you won’t complain… understand, baby?”

jeongin- after a long day of work, jeongin was perfectly content to spend his evening playing video games in the living room with you cuddled up to him. for some reason tonight you felt a bit more frisky and a quiet night just wouldn’t do. at first your boyfriend didn’t think much of you moving around in his lap, he would use the opportunity to adjust some himself but he was far too immersed in the game, yelling at felix through the headset. indifference suddenly turned into annoyance when you just kept squirming and he would speak up every few shifts. “ya, what’re you doing? sit still, baby.” he pecked your cheek in aggressive love. like that was going to stop you. but he was too oblivious. you sighed and got up from your seat to make your way down the hall to your bedroom. you stopped short where the hallway starts, staring jeongin down as you removed the sweatshirt that belonged to him off your body and defiantly dropped it to the floor where you stood. jeongin, who caught your gaze in between glances to the screen gave you a confused look before completely returning to his game. as you journeyed to your bed, you left a clothing “breadcrumb” trail in your wake until you were totally naked, lying in wait. “guys, i’m gonna go. my partner is being weird.” you heard jeongin chuckle. minutes after you heard his feet shuffling along the wood floor then stop. “what the…?” he mumbled with the clothing articles in his hand, building his collection as he went until he stopped in the bedroom, taking in the sight of your bare form. the clothes dropped from his hands and he pulled his own shirt off,

“oh… why didn’t you say something sooner?”

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illycanary · 29 days

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What Aang’s Relationship With His Kids Tells Us About His Relationship With Katara

Bumi: “Oh, boo-hoo. Must've been real hard for you, flying around the world with dad, riding elephant-koi all day.”

Tenzin: “Oh, so that's what this is all about.”

Kya: “That's what it's always been about. You think you're some savior who has to carry on dad's legacy.”

Tenzin: “Who else is going to do it?”

Kya: “How about all of us?”

Bumi: “Yeah, we're Aang's kids too.”

The whole problem with this family is, Aang didn’t believe that.

Aang has a long, undeviating track record of never questioning anything he believes about the Air Nomads. Who the hell has a perfect and complete understanding of their society, government, international relations, education system, religion, morality, genetics, and reproduction at age 12? According to Aang? He does.

The entire lynchpin of Aang’s Book 3 arc is all about how Air Nomads are pacifists and cannot ever under any circumstances harm a life. (We’re going to ignore the body count Aang’s already wracked up over the first two seasons for the sake of preserving his feelings because those were soulless NPCs or something.)

And yet Aang never questions this…

Monk Gyatso’s bones surrounded by a pile of Fire Nation soldier bones. The picture doesn’t fit Aang’s image of Air Nomad peace and harmony, so he ignores it entirely. It NEVER comes up despite its overwhelming relevance to Aang’s internal conflict and the sorts of advice he seeks from authority figures in the third season (despite Monk Gyatso being the penultimate authority figure in Aang’s life).

Another thing Aang never questions?

There’s no such thing as a non-airbending Air Nomad. They’re just all born that spiritual. And spirituality is the golden key that unlocks bending. (Because Bryke said so.)

Despite Guru Pathik not being a bender. Despite the fact that Zhao, literal spirit murderer, is one. Despite Toph—the most un-spiritual, cynical, feet-on-the-ground-head-nowhere-near-the-clouds member of Aang’s friend group—being the most powerful bender of the lot. Despite Hama being a waterbender equal to none but Katara while completely cut off from her culture and turning her back on everything we believe about water bending’s inherent ties to community, connectedness, and love (Iroh’s words). Despite Azula mastering the god-tier lightning technique BECAUSE she’s practically dead inside and values life least of all things. Despite the fact that Princess Yue has the literal MOON SPIRIT THAT IS THE SOURCE OF ALL WATERBENDING living inside her, and yet she still somehow manages to not be a bender.

Despite the fact that Air Nomads roam all over the world, sewing their wilds oats throughout every nation, yet no airbending toddlers ever crop up in Fire Nation or Earth Kingdom preschools.

Despite the fact that non-monogamous societies where men have multiple partners father more children and boost the population faster than in societies that favor “attached” relationships, yet the all-airbending Air Nomads still somehow have the smallest population of any ethnic group in the world.

Despite the fact that Aang’s twin, Ty Lee, is RIGHT. THERE. with her unparalleled aura-seeing, chakra blocking spirituality and her GRAY EYES in a world where color coding is ~totally~ not a thing… *sigh*

But nope. Air Nomad parentage = airbending child. Always.

So when Katara births a child that is… not an airbender? Not any kind of bender at all, in fact. There’s only one logical conclusion (in Aang’s mind).

That is not Aang’s child.

Aang never had a problem traveling with non-airbenders before. He was non-exclusionary by nature. Katara and Toph and Zuko were welcome. Sokka and Suki were welcome. The more, the merrier, in fact. Because Aang loves nothing as much as he loves an adoring audience.

Yet Bumi never travelled with Aang.

Bumi’s as old in this picture as Aang was in the first series. He had an entire decade in which he should have been the most important thing in his parents’ lives. His personality was already more or less formed (not completed, but the groundwork was laid) by the time Tenzin came along. Bumi’s inferiority issues began long before there were any airbending children around to siphon Aang’s attention for training purposes.

Aang and Katara didn’t have another child until Bumi was on the verge of adolescence because Aang was convinced that Katara cheated. And I’m guessing it took Mr. “Let Your Anger Out, And Then Let It Go” about ten years to forgive his wife and give her the chance to get it right. (Which is at least four years longer than he gave her to forgive her mother’s murderer, in case you forgot.)

Acolyte: “Sorry, I thought you were the servants.”

Bumi: “We’re Tenzin’s brother and sister!”

Acolyte: “Avatar Aang had other children? The world is filled with more airbenders?!”

Kya: “We’re not airbenders.”

Acolyte: “Oh… I’m so sorry.”

The Air Acolytes—whose whole identity, purpose, lifestyle, and religion center around every detail of this man's life and beliefs—didn't know Aang had more than one child.

The best case scenario here is that Aang simply pretended his older children didn’t exist because he was ashamed of them and made Katara keep them shut away at all times.

And maybe that could have worked… If Aang and Katara had ever had any privacy in their relationship. But they didn’t.

The Air Acolytes have been following Aang and Katara since the comics. They’ve been there at every step of Aang and Katara’s life together. Observing. Fangirling. Emulating. Diefying. Looking for weaknesses in the relationship because Katara was only his “first girlfriend.”

Yet, somehow, they didn’t know Aang had three children.

I can’t imagine a way for them not to know unless Aang actively told people, “Those aren’t my kids,” and let Katara bear the shame and stigma of having the world believe she was unfaithful.

All because Aang couldn't entertain the idea that he was wrong about some facet of a society he never understood clearly.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #atla meta #anti kataang

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 months

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Lewis Hamilton Masterlist

Here is my long-awaited and asked-for masterlist for all my Lewis Hamilton fics thus far. As a warning, there is a HELL OF A LOT here. WOW, and I am sure there will be a hell of a lot more to be added.

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Series/Mini-Series

-If This Is Love Mini-Series {COMPLETED}

Lewis Hamilton x Mercedes Owner Daughter Reader

Title: If This Is Love--

Summary: Against your better judgement, you allowed Lewis to woo you. For 10 months he chased you with more determination than a starving wolf. You finally gave in and found happiness and what you thought was love. Thought is the operative word as you stare at the pictures from his week in Antarctica, pictures that show you definitely had been made a fool of.

{1}-If This Is Love, I Don't Want It | {2}-If This Is Love, You Need To Prove It | {3}-If This Is Love, You Need To Mean It | {4}-If This Is Love, You Gotta Ride For Me | {5}-If This Is Love, It’s Forever

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-A Long Time Coming Mini-Series {COMPLETED}

Lewis Hamilton x Best Friend Reader

Title: A Long Time Coming

Summary: After a long, grueling and stressful 2023 season where Lewis dominated and showed the world once again why he was the best at what he does. He walks away with his 8th championship title and plans with his closest and bestest for some much-needed R&R.

{1} | {2}* | {3}***

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-What We Did In The Dark Series {ONGOING}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Title: What We Did In The Dark

Summary: Neither of you planned any of it. You’d met by chance, and everything that happened after had to have been predestined. There was no way blazing passion like what was between you was something coincidental.

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-3P Series {ONGOING}

Lewis Hamilton x Famous Singer Reader x Aaron Pierre

Title: 3P

Summary:“Sharing is caring”, “The more the merrier”, “Love knows no bounds”. There are so many quotes that circulate that can be tied to love and relationships. Two of the many you like happens to be “Two is better than one” and “The more the merrier”. Now it wasn’t like you particularly and purposely went out your way to collect men. That wasn’t the case at all. It’s just that there were two gorgeous faces in the sea of bodies at Coachella that you couldn’t decide which you wanted more. So you decided why choose. That was 4 months ago and now everything was much more complicated than you’d ever intended.

{1} | {2}...(Coming Soon)

{More To Come...}

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One,Two, & Three Shots

-Trauma: Hysteria | Trauma 2: (Coming Soon)

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-She Calls Me Daddy Now***

-Everybody Else Is No. 2***

-You First***

-Message My Heart

-Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You**

-Stake My Claim*

-Plus Baby Makes Three**

-Love Will Remember***

-Thirsty Or Parched**

-Just Do It

-One Night****

-True Peace***

-Book Trap {Social Media Collection}**

-Lil' Love*

-4am Drunk Calls**

-Show Me**

-Ion't Even Need 7 Minutes***

-Taste The Rainbow***

-Forever & Ever & Ever & Ever--But Not Right Now**

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seongclb · 10 months

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— enhypen reaction to you being from another culture !

bf!enha x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship au, no warnings!

req. by anon

n. i’m so excited for this! hope u guys like it even though it’s a lot shorter than intended

♫ nothing compares by the weeknd

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

he would genuinely be so interested

before u guys dated he definitely used it as an opportunity to ask you things

and flirt

a lot.

“omg no way! i’ll keep an eye out for this celebration just for you”

lots of winks and those adorable smiles

rizzseung for a reason guys !!

now that you guys are together though

def celebrates with you and learns at any chance he can get

“tell me more!” he’s so eager bc he loves u and everything about you

ur family love him for sure

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

not only does he love learning about your culture

but he loves trying out the dishes

especially cooking them

instead of online recipes though, he’ll go straight to your family

that way he knows just how you like them and are used to them too

it’s his secret love language like he genuinely bonds with you over it

on days where you’re just homesick especially or just not having a great day and all u want is a homemade recipe

he’ll cook it for you so you come home to something warm and homely

“i know this isn’t the same as how your family would make it but i hope you like it, my love”

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

similar to heeseung, he’d use it for flirting with you beforehand

and probably in the relationship too

like if u celebrate something

he’ll be like “let’s match”

would get on so well with ur grandma

so well that she’s teaching him words in your language

she says she would adopt him if you guys weren’t going to get married

he loves learning about it so much

says things like “when we’re old and married, we’ll go to where you’re from and just eat all the amazing food! and meet your family back there too!”

and ur just there like :(

cos he’s so cute and excited whenever something big happens

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

is so fascinated by it again

one thing he would love to do is go shopping for cultural clothes

when he gets the hang of the nice styles, he starts picking things for you

and of course, himself!

loves colour coordinating and taking pictures

then hypes you up, “yeahh my baby is so pretty and hot like what nobody else could ever”

so nervous at first around your family but after he researches a ton for how their culture is, he gets more comfortable and they just welcome him as if it’s their new son

asks you to always like explain anything new he hears and then he’s like

“wow that’s so cool, can’t wait to teach our kids one day”

blush time.

𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.

his fave thing is to try snacks and foods with you

“y/n i saw this new food on tiktok and it’s from your culture! do you know it? let’s get it tomorrow”

maybe tries learning how to cook it

even though he loves food (like me) he also loves learning like

anything literally

wants to know everything from bottom to top

buys books about your culture just show to you how much he appreciates it and loves it

doesn’t act like it’s a big thing bc he feels like you’d feel weird if he was putting so much on your culture

but when the opportunity arises, he’s the first to know things even you dont

one thing ab sunoo is that he’s gonna excel in anything!!!

𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon.

another fascinated one

again like sunoo, would read books to understand it and search the web

wants to go to visit your home country multiple times when you guys travel the world together

he’ll jump at any opportunity to go with you for anything related to your culture too

the more practise the merrier

he just wants to do as much as he can with it since one day he wants to do the same with his kids

wont tell you though

he just admires it so much

u guys compare superstitions and stuff

interesting, long conversations about what it was like to grow up in each of your cultures <33

𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki

always found it one of the most special things about you

you just were different in a good way

he liked that you were a new thing to him, one that he could learn about and grow to settle in himself

and that’s exactly what he did

when learning about it, it’s as if it became apart of him too

like, oh y/n does this bc it’s part of their culture

and suddenly next time, he’s doing it bc it’s part of his culture too

and when you ask him why he does that

he’ll just say something like, “i wanna get used to the stuff you do so we can do them together and it’s not like weird or anything”

hes so pure and kind-hearted i love him

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hannie-dul-set · 9 months

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HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [1].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. swearing, a house fire, mentions of sex, like the chapter title says there is too much underwear in this, an awful amount of embarrassing men WORD COUNT. 2.2k.

TAGLIST. @cerealdreamwriter @tyongff-ff @dinonuguaegi

NOTE. i have nothing to say except i hope you enjoy this shitshow as much as i enjoyed writing it. please check the link in the masterlist if you're curious about the layout of the house. feedback much appreciated i love u.

MASTERLIST | NEXT >

CHAPTER 1 — this is too much underwear for a first meeting.

YOU WISH YOU CAN TAKE BACK ALL YOUR COMPLAINTS ABOUT DORM LIFE. Sure, the disgusting, communal bathrooms scrape a year off of your lifespan every time you have to take a piss, and the abhorrently thin walls make you want to rip your ears out every time your neighbors have mind blowing sex, but hey— all of that is better than not having a roof above your head. Even if that roof is two years behind maintenance.

But it’s all too late. You should’ve appreciated having a bed to sleep in before life pried it out from you in the form of a swirling inferno.

When the semester came to a close, your dormmates thought it would be a fantastic idea to throw an end-of-year party. The problem is, that party ended up in flames. Literally. The last person you saw entering the kitchen was Choi Yeonjun until something exploded and before you know it, there’s a stampede, and you’re choking on black fumes, and there’s suddenly a lightshow happening right before your very eyes with the dorm building you’ve been living in for the past year serving as the sparkler.

Holy shit, your dorm is burning down.

It’s a good thing that the fire was stopped before it could reach your room. You don’t know what you’d do if all your notes and textbooks burnt down along with half of the building into debris. Even prior to the fire, a lot of the facilities were janky and needed to be renovated, so you had to pack your bags and find somewhere else to stay for the next two months while the place went through repairs.

“Great,” you huff, filling your two carriers with the bare minimum you have collected in your unit. “This is just fucking great.”

However, just when you’re falling into the brink of homelessness, a friend from your book club graciously offers you a room in his house as a saving grace from your misfortune.

“It’s a small bedroom compared to the rest, but you only have to share a bathroom with one other person! There’s also a laundry room and a living area on the same floor. It’s a big place, so it doesn’t feel stuffy at all even with six, seven people.”

You have no reason to decline Jake’s offer, especially when it’ll be just a temporary arrangement anyway. “Are you sure? You said you have housemates, right? Are they fine with living with another person on such short notice?”

“Yeah, they said it’s cool,” he assures, helping you load your luggage into the taxi. “I’ve been wanting to fill up the last bedroom anyway. The house is just too big even with our current living setup. The more the merrier.”

You’ve always known that Jake Shim was fucking rich. Not because he bragged or flaunted his wealth or anything— but because he’d drop the most privileged, tone-deaf shit at the most inappropriate times and no one can get pissed because he looks oh so innocent while saying them. You had once complained about stuffing yourself with too much meat during a club dinner and that one more bite will have you nauseous. He replied with, “oh yeah, I once ate wagyu steak for a good week in Japan and I got sick of it, too!” and you physically felt your economic status erode at that very moment.

He and you will never be the same. And that fact is made suffocatingly evident right now, as the vehicle slowly pulls into a fancy neighborhood and stops right before the fence of an unreasonably gigantic yard with an unreasonably gigantic house. You do feel a little poor when he shows off the pool and the two garages, but at the same time, beggars can’t be choosers.

Also, it’s a really nice fucking house.

It’s three stories tall, with a covered deck and a substantial amount of outdoor lounging areas. Floor to ceiling windows give you a glimpse of the modern interior of the foyer and spacious living room. You’re a little afraid of getting used to such luxury that you might never want to come back to your old, dingy dorm room— but with every blessing comes a curse.

Jake did mention that you will be living with six other people including him. What he did not mention is that those ‘other people’ would all be men.

Imagine your shock when you’re greeted by a whole ass man in nothing but neon green boxers and shades the moment you slip through the sliding doors of testosterone hell.

Very. You’re very shocked.

“Hey, man,” Jake greets the almost naked individual who is also holding a bowl of cereal in the middle of the afternoon, presumably having just walked out of the kitchen. “What’s with the glasses?” That’s not the biggest issue here. You can see the outline of his fucking penis.

“Oh,” he reacts. “It was just so bright when I got out of the room.”

Jake nods. “That makes sense.” No it does not.

“I think it just got even brighter.”

You can’t tell, but you assume he’s squinting at you underneath his shades. You believe you might also need a pair because there’s definitely a contender in being the brightest thing in the room, so you try your best to not be distracted by the neon of his undies as Jake introduces you to him. “And this is Park Jongseong— or Jay, as he prefers to be called.”

“Call me whatever you like,” Jay smiles at you and reaches out his non-cereal hand for a handshake. He seems chill enough. Maybe he’s just a very laid back person who doesn’t care about general appearances. You can work with that.

“Nice to meet you.” You shake on it. “Aren’t you cold, by the way?”

When he retrieves his hand, he combs his fingers through his hair, ruffling the strands. “My friends often say that I am pretty cool.”

“No, I mean cold,” you clarify. “That does look like a statement, but I’m worried you might get sick.”

You’re starting to get an inkling that you have misjudged Jay. It takes him a few seconds to understand what you were referring to, until a breeze passes by from the open entrance and suddenly, he looks down. “Oh,” he flatly says. “Of fuck.” And the innocent bowls cereal crashes and spills into the ground as Jay disappears into the hallway to your right.

You and Jake stare at the milk minutely seeping into the wooden floor. “I was gonna ask him to help you with your luggage but—” Where Jay disappears, a new person emerges (fully clothed this time, thankfully). “Oh! Hyung, come help.”

He has his neck turned back as he walks up to the both of you. You can hear the sound of footsteps scrambling from where the newcomer is looking at. “What happened to Jay?”

“I don’t know, but let me introduce you to our new housemate!”

“Hi there.” You give him a smile.

Jake tells you his name is Choi Beomgyu, and Choi Beomgyu doesn’t exactly look like he’s keen on accepting your handshake. Instead, all he does is stare you down with his arms crossed, eyes scaling your entire height like he’s doing a motherfucking evaluation. You’re trying your damn best to maintain a pleasant expression. You almost break when he quits his rude staring and turns over to Jake. “So, you need me to help carry her things?” The bastard isn’t even talking directly to you. Your pride can’t take this hit.

“No, it’s alright. I can take care of these myself. Thanks!” Jake flinches when you snatch your second carrier from his hands. “Third floor, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Got it.”

Yes, you might have shoved past Beomgyu on purpose, but that’s not the point. You leave the two behind to take care of Jay’s fallen cereal as you struggle to lug your luggage up the staircase. You manage to bring them all the way to the second floor landing before your arms give in and you let the two cases settle on the floor with a huff. When you pause to take a breather, you catch a familiar face walking down the stairs from above. You recognize him from Jake’s instagram stories. You’re sure his name is Lee Heeseung. “Oh! Let me help!” he quickly exclaims after noticing the situation, hurrying down the steps. “You’re the new addition to our residence, right?”

“Yes, I am, and it’s totally fine! You don’t have to—”

Big mistake. You should’ve just let him help, but you’re a little prideful so you reach out for the carrier he took, and when your fingers brush against the back of his hand, the man suddenly drops the fucking case and retracts his entire arm. You stare, wide-eyed, as Heeseung stumbles back to the ground next to your carrier that happened to crack open in the fray and is now spilling out all your clothes like guts and blood. Behind Heeseung, the door creaks open. “Is everything oka— oh my god, is that a b-bra—”

Well. It is, in fact, a bra, and its color seems to match the flushed face of the poor, unsuspecting individual that just opened the door out of concern for his friend. You make eye contact with him once before he retreats into his room with a loud slam! Heeseung is still on the floor and he’s now profusely apologetic.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, please let me help—” The issue dawns on him belatedly, right when it’s already too late and he has your undergarment in his hands in the midst of trying to undo his mistake. “I don’t think I should help.”

“Good call.” You kneel down, politely prying your blood red bra from Heeseung as you proceed to gather the rest of your clothes back into the carrier.

“I should cut my hands off.”

Oh no. “Hey, it was an accident. It’s fine—” When you try to reach a hand out to give him a completely innocent, completely harmless pat on the shoulder for assurance, he flinches back again. Now your arm is awkwardly hanging mid-air and you’re both looking at each other with shared looks of alarm. The exchange (or lack thereof) reminds you of a forgotten memory— a memory from your childhood. Snacktime all throughout elementary school, to be specific, when all the boys would fucking run away from you and your girl friends for having cooties.

This moment is oddly reminiscent of that and you don’t want to acknowledge it.

“What happened? I heard a crash, is everything alright?”

By the time Jake arrives, you have already managed to clear up the crime scene. With a grunt, you get back up and prepare yourself for another round of heavy lugging. “Can you tell me where my room is? I think you should stay here and make sure your friend is okay.”

“It’s...the first door through the hallway, next to Sunghoon’s. Hyung, are you good?”

You have no idea who the fuck Sunghoon is, but you nod in acknowledgement anyway. “Who’s the person living in that room?”

“Soobin hyung,” Jake answers, helping a dazed Heeseung back to his feet. “Why?”

“You should go check on him, too.”

With that, you leave another mess in your wake as you climb up the flight of stairs to the third floor. You can’t wait to rest. You really want to lie down. But when you walk past the hallway, entering into the floor’s unreasonably cozy living area, you’re met with a fucking fork in the road.

There’s one door right across the hallway, but when you open it, it’s not a bedroom, but a laundry room. So you make a sharp right to the archway opening up to three doors on each of the walls. Jake should have been more specific with what he meant by the first door. You don’t want to take a risk and walk into something you’d fucking regret.

Fortunately, someone emerges from the door on your right and reveals what looks to be a bathroom. You assume he’s Sunghoon, and Sunghoon nearly doubles over when he turns around and meets eyes with you. His expression stiffens, and you’re both just standing there for a good moment and looking at each other without saying anything.

You press your lips into a smile. Holy shit, he’s intimidating. Why the fuck isn’t he saying anyting?

“Hi. I’m—”

“S—shit—”

Suddenly, he’s gone. He’s disappeared into the room in the center after struggling to open the door for a bit. You’re left dumbfounded, but at least now you know where your room is.

You slot the key Jake gave you and twist open the doorknob. The empty room greets you with a body slam of fatigue, and before you know it, you’re sinking face down into the bed and you have no energy left in your fingertips. Admittedly, you have questioned yourself multiple times upon first entering the house whether you made the right decision, whether it’d be better to find an apartment, or maybe you should just crash at your parent’s place for the time being.

But this bed is more comfy than any hotel suite you’ve ever been to, and your bank account isn’t suffering from an enormous dent. Six disastrous men is nothing when you’re able to call a place your home. You can already envision where you’ll be placing your new bookshelf. They’d have to pry your new house key from your cold, dead hands if they want you out of here.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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icouldntcareless22 · 6 months

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The girlfriend wannabe (III)

Lee Minho x reader

Fake Dating trope. Strangers to lovers.

Words: 3.2k

Summary: When a young attractive man asks you to be his girlfriend...when you first meet him...in front of his parents...when you don't even know him...you say yes. Right?!

AN: Hope you enjoy the third part! If you wanna be tagged, leave a comment🤍

@linos-kitten @honey-pop

"Minho! Stop snapping photos!" You groaned for the third time, shaking your head in annoyance.

"Why baby? You look beautiful!" The man welped from the other side of the counter, where he had set his things exactly two hours before, as he has done numerous times the few weeks you had known each other.

"I assure from this angle neither me nor my three chins look pretty!" You reprimanded, scrunching your nose in distaste.

It had been nearly a month and a half since the deal and he had taken it upon him to randomly show up at the café. From the amount of time he showed up, you would assume he didn't have anything else to do.

"Y/Nnn! Y/Nnn! I am bored!" He wailed, uncaring about the amused and obvious looks from around him.

You turned your gaze at him. The grey Balenciaga hoodie he wore swallowed him whole, paired with joggers and a brand of sneakers, that were far too expensive for your poor knowledge, you would swear that he had just rolled off from bed. But you knew for a fact he had a three hour lecture before, as he had whined and whined about the projects he been bestowed upon. His oversized bag that joined yours below the counter was filled to the brim with books and crinkets.

"You do know that you can just.. leave. It's my shift, not yours" you mused, hands flying all over the coffee machine.

Wild locks of hair were in your eyes, obscuring your vision and blinding you. A quick and careless movement towards the rushing hot water had you retreating and hissing. Minho made a worried sound, but you waved his concerns away. You had worse before. You made a bee line to the sink to wash off the burning feeling.

"First of all, dear, be careful. Second of all, how can you say that to the face of the store" A voice reprimanded behind you.

The owner, Tanya. A woman in her late forties, sometimes she looked like a mother, sometimes a friend. She had immediately taken a liking at you and you to her, making both your life easier and the work merrier. But now you doubted her gut feeling, as she had taken the same liking to your boyfriend. After 3 visits of said boyfriend and how natural, quote on quote, you seemed, she had noted that she saw you lasting quite a long time.

You turned to Minho, pointed to the front of the store, dusting cloth in hand "Well, maybe then, the face of the store own to clean up a bit" you snickered, tired of the double attack you were under.

Sure enough, Minho slowly lifted his palms in surrender.

One down, one to go.

"And if you like him so much, give me an extra day off to go on dates with him. Look at the poor thing, always here waiting for me" you pouted, arms crossed and head cocked to Minho's direction.

She snickered and murmured that she had some job to finish at the back. Both you and he laughed as you watched her run to the back to lick her wounds.

You looked at him once more, pondering. Now that you mentioned it.."How comes that you are always alone, Minho?"

He hummed, looking up from his phone that briefly distracted him"What do you mean, baby? I am here with you" he answered immediately.

"Yeah, but if you aren't here with me, you are at uni. When you aren't there...what do you do?" You wondered, suddenly curious. Wide eyes blinked back at you.

He gathered his thoughts and answered slowly "Well...usually I am with the three buffoons" At your subtle raise of a brow and the questioning smile you were wearing, he lazily explained. "They are my friends. You met one of them already." You nodded as a pierced figure came to mind. "They are actually producers so they are kind of busy right now. They are making an album so that" he emphasizes, hands waving around wildly "left me with free time" he shrugged, playing with his coffee's straw absent mindlessly.

"I see" you mumbled, hands always busy clearing the counter. You should really buy a cream later, you reminded yourself as you check your dry hands. A piercing ring draw both of your attentions. His phone was now blasting a song, unfamiliar to you but pleasant, and hilarious display of "mommy dearest🧙🏻‍♀️❤️" was shown on the screen.

You huffed and turned to clean up the rest of the mess while he answered. You strained your ears when you caught your name being mentioned in his conversation, but didn't turn around. When he hung up, he gathered his wits, always a bad sign, and asked sugary sweet. "Baby?"

"Mmm?" You hummed from your place.

"Do you have anything black tie appropriate?" He asked, voice high and chipper. So he wanted something.

"No, believe it or not, I hadn't a use for it on college parties" you threw back at him, hands still scrubbing away.

He let out a low laugh, raspy and incredious. "You should get something then. How will you play beer pong without the proper attire?" He joked mirtfully, hands coming up to cup his face. He sat up suddenly, straightening his back, hand coming up to mess his tresses even further and wondered "When do you work this week?"

"Same shifts I worked this week, sweetheart. You should know, considering you were here for most of them" You sassed, scrunching your nose in fake annoyance. Company was nice, you admitted to yourself, even if it had left you rushing to complete a assignment or two.

"Okay then! Wednesday it is!" He nodded to himself, making a mental note. With that he strutted inside the space you were currently in. Without looking up, he collected his bag and came to your side. He stepped close, one arm circling around your mid section "I will pick you up at 10. Sharp."

"For what?"He looked at you like you've grown two heads.

"Obviously for shopping, baby. Don't be late" At that he squeezed you tightly and started waltzing to the entrance.

"Between you and me, Lee Minho, who fo you think will be late" you whispered-shouted after him, hands coming up to cup your for maximum effect.

He didn't turn around, just waved you off with a hand above his shoulder.

"You are late" he noted from his place leaning in the car.

"Shut up" it was you murmured.

He snickered as he opened the car's door for you. It was a black SUV, that was entirely unfit to be parked at 10:30 in the morning in this neighborhood.

Let's amend that it is not the neighborhood that is bad, it was the SUV that was far too expensive, probably this year's model, to be here.

If you were to say anything about your neighborhood it would a good balance between nice and affordable. Sure, some outside walls were without a good painting for years, making the once lovely yellow to have a sick egg yolk color now. And sure the main lock on your building was broken before you moved in, the building's taker ignoring all the numerous complaints you and your neighbor had filled, but it was home. It was next to the subway, near your school and convenient. And most importantly it was all you could afford on your own.

The SUV's owner made no comment neither about the neighborhood neither about your unkempt appearance. As you attempting to salvage your hair in the front mirror, he stepped into the car. His hair was perfect, unlike yours, trousled to perfection. Dark sunglasses with a golden Medusa on its side were obscuring his eyes from yours. He wore a black blazer with neat cut above a grey crew neck and straight jeans. He looked like some sort of model, especially compared to your slobby self.

The dark green sweater you were wearing was a few sizes bigger, hugging you comfortably just the way you liked. Paired with black leggins and your trusty Converse sneakers, you were a university dream.

Too bad your opponent played on a far higher court.

"Looking crisp, Lee" you noted, fishing your cherry chapstick from your bag. You patted it twice on your lips before it was swiped off your hands,and a moment later, a warm cup replaced it. You turned to look at your chapstick stealer finishing his touches on his own lips. You sipped on your liquid before cringing away from the flavor. "What is this?"

"Coffee" he answered briefly, before handing you the tube and reversing the car, murmuring about how this neighborhood has no parking whatsoever. "When did you see me drink my coffee black?" You mumbled, clicking your tongue to get rid of the bitter taste. "Anyway, phone" you said, extending your hand.

He looked at you funny from the very corner of his eye. You rolled your eyes and groaned a please to appease to him. He mumbled something in return, but made a signal to get his bag from the backseat. You stretched a bit, but managed to snatch his bag and handed his phone to him so he could unlock it. Once unlocked and safely jnto your hands, you typed your desired destination.

"Where are we going? I don't know any stores in that neighborhood" Minho wondered as soon as he heard the instructions he was given.

"Drive, loser. We're going shopping" you joked and leaned back to tolerate the rest if your terrible coffee.

"Really now?" Was the unimpressed remark he gave you as soon as he was at the entrance.

Hands lowering his sunglasses, eyebrows raised and eyes scanning the plain mall jn front of him.

"Do you really think I would let you buy me a black tie dress? What are you? My sugar daddy?" You pointed, terrible coffee still in hand. You couldn't down it in one go.

"Do you really think my mother would let you anywhere near her without Chanel?" He returned, eyes still scanning the place. You knew that those shoes were real Chanel! Your mind helplessly provided.

"First of all, that doesn't sound half bad at me. She will let us get out early, if she let us in at all" was the response you threw at him. He turned to you with a hanging mouth and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, she was his mother after all.

"Nice thought! Wouldn't hurt to try" he mused, now scanning with a new interest. You let out a breath of relief.

"And second of all, we hadn't agree that I would take money from you. I am not that desperate" you protested, stumbing your foot.

"Yet" he completed jokingly, still earning a punch in his arm from you. "So where are we going?" He asked.

"Third floor is the dress shop. Second floor is the library. And basement 1 is the market" you answered, already making a bee line to the moving staircase.

"Huh?"He questioned you as he started to follow. You felt him more than saw him moving with you. "It's kinda far from my place so I figured I could shop while we're at it" you said, walking backwards for a sec, just to send a blinding grin his way. Avoiding screaming children and frantic parents in search of said children, you made your way up.

You found the store quite easily and from then on, Minho didn't feel he needed your guidance from there. He took straight off to the aisles of clothes, grabbing dresses from the left and from the right. You were left undisturbed to cruise until he decided he needed you too. But that moment came and just like that you were dragged into the changing room and thrown 8 or so dresses. You tried the first one, fitted black material stretched over your figure, the sweetheart neckline doing wonders for your blossom and the slit making your legs longer. You stepped outside, the image of confidence and made a 180 turn for Minho...just for him to shake his head and usher you to the dressing room again. Which he proceeded to do for the next dresses, us well. By the forth dress, he found himself a stool and suddenly the scene seemed straight out of a 2000's movie. Dresses came and went, you getting wilder with your posses and Minho more dramatic with his denial. The Caesar's thumb down was the cherry on top.

"Minho, come on! You can't just not like anything!" You complained, still having on a beautiful emerald dress.

"Nothing speaks to me" he shrugged, as he browsed more dresses.

"Maybe you speak only in Prada unlike the rest of the world. Move, please" you cut him off, moving in front of him in the aisles. They weren't that many good choices, you must admit. He choose all the elite of the dresses and now everything else seemed blant. You let out a huff and moved to the next aisle, and then the next. Just as you started to get disappointed, you saw it.

A two piece white set. A white cropped blazer with golden details paired with A-line pants. You run to it, lifting it off the rack, turning to your companion with a raised brow and a smile. Minho looked at it, then proceeded to shrug and point to the changing room. You made a quick work of ridding the previous rejected piece and putting on the new one.

You checked yourself on the mirror.

You looked beautiful.

It made you look taller, slimmed your waist and brought out your natural blush. With decisive strikes you went out to your 'boyfriend'.

He was buying himself with his phone, at your awkward cough he looked up. He didn't give much of a reaction, which was surprising given his dramatic nature, he simply sat his phone and sat straighter in his stool. He looked at you once, twice and then he finally spoke. "You look gorgeous"

At his comment, you span around again and stroke a pose, making him giggle. "Thank you! So? This is it?" You asked, eager to be done and for his approval at your choice

."Yeah, I believe it is" he stated and started gathering your staff. You made a quick work of the set and rushed outside, seeing Minho already at the cashier about to swipe his card at the machine. That was before you screamed a "NO!", which effectively scared both him and the girl at the front away.

You passed the aisle quickly before tugging him away from the machine and offering the cashier a sweet smile. She looked at you funnily for a second before taking your card.

"I could have paid for that" Minho whispered near your ear privately. You placed a gentle hand on his forearm before replying "I know, but I got this"

Once the bag was in your hands, you stepped out. "Where to?" Minho asked, before placing the shades back on his eyes. An unnecessary action because you were inside. You were inside the mall without a ray of sunshine in sight. Sign.

"The paper store.I have a few books I need to buy" Half an hour and three books later, you were headed at the cashier. Minho couldn't believe the price of the books he was carrying. "Really? Almost a hundred bucks?! With a coupon?" He asked again, hands busy flicking through the thick tomes.

"Wait till you see how much we're gonna pay for the super market. You're gonna love it" you giggled as you waited.

After clearing out round two, it was time for the big boss. The super market.

As soon as you entered you saw the queues of people waiting at the cashier and was hoping you gotten over the noon rush.

You turned to Minho, seeing him already half on the cart. He sheepishly smiled at you and stepped back down. You shook your head and signaled for him to follow. "I don't need a lot of things. Water is the heaviest thing on my list and the thing I have a problem carrying" you said, scanning the list in your phone.

"What do we get?" He asked, checking out the fruit aisle with disinterest. You mumbled out a couple of detergents you used and a few snacks.

The market was build for costumers to cruise so you just followed the long hallways till you made the roundway to the cashier again. Minho got quite distracted by the simplest of things, but his biggest fascination was the bakery in the store. He was particularly on the display before you tugged him back.

"Are you sure you don't want to get something from the food court?"You mused, looking at the display. Nothing suited tour fancy that much.

"Yeah, you have work so we don't have a lot of time anyway" he mumbled over some sweet apple pies.

A voice carried its way to you. "Ahh, young love. You guys remind me of my husband and I when we were younger" you turned to see an old lady a few feet away.

She was dressed in a horrendous pink jacket and what looked like a pink comfortable suit underneath. In a few words like Barbie threw up at her.

You almost made to correct her, but Minho took your hand in his, swinging them merrily. "Thank you, madam. We have been together for a month already"

"And you are already helping her with her groceries?! What a fibe young lad!" She mused, enthusiastically. As she continued to fawn over your 'sort-turn' boyfriend, you checked your phone. Wow, time has slipped through.

"Sorry to interrupt, madam, but we should really get going" you stated, anxiously. Minho shot a look at you and then at his phone screen and apologized to the lady again before continuing your way. You were about to reach the cashier, a taste of sweet freedom on your lips when Minho's voice stopped you at your tracks.

You looked behind your shoulder, only to see him crouching down, two similar packets in his hands. You strutted over to him, realizing he had stopped at the pet corner and was currently looking over food options. "Do you have pets?"

He briefly looked up, a faint smile on his lips. "Yeah, three cats actually."

"Wow, you must really love them to get three."

"Mmmm. Do you? I will pay for them separately" He asked as he separated his things to one side. When he had sneaked those snacks in the cart?

"Oh..Uh I like cats. My mother doesn't tho. So never had a pet.." you trailed off, as you got back on track.

"Never?"He wondered as he stood in line with you.

"Never. Unless you count some goldfish my brother brought home from a fair." You pondered, now closer to your final destination and unpacking your things to the cashier.

"You have a brother huh. Explains a lot" he said cryptically.

"You don't, right?" You guessed

"Yeah.." he trailed off as he finished unpacking the cart.

"Explains a lot" you joked back.

After you paid (he was even more shocked at the prize we reached at the grocery store) he drove you home after.

"If you want I can bring them, my cats I mean, we can go to a pet café..I mean if you want to.." he awkwardly suggested, not once looking at you.

You stared at his profile before answering "Yeah...I would like that..we can arrange something whenever"

At your answer his eyes found yours, they beamed at you.

He smiled a wider grin this time,the most genuine you had seen on him and started stating dramatically that he had some business to take care off and that, through his absence you would appreciate his wonderful presence. You had rolled your eyes, thanked him for the ride and waved as he drove away.

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I’d like to see you try - L.DH

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck / Haechan x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 4682 words

AU/Genre: non idol!AU, smut, enemies to lovers, switch!Haechan, switch!reader

Other members: Mark Lee, Huang Renjun, Lee Jeno (briefly), Na Jaemin, Zhong Chenle, Park Jisung (briefly)

Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, brat taming (?), choking, spit play, squirting, slapping (face and clit), switching, rimming (m receiving), fingering and breif oral (m & f receiving), mutual masturbation (?), unprotected sex (use an umbrella when it rains), creampie, dues are watching, so this is your minor mxm warning

A/n: this is pure, shameless filth, this was not supposed to turn out like this, but I got carried away with switch!hyuck... Also, a fun little game: count how many times I said ‘fuck’ in this.

Summary: Once Donghyuck shows up in your Discord to game with you and your friends, a dispute arises quickly. Donghyuck gets on your nerves, though he's hot as fuck, and you wonder how far you can push him until he breaks.

Donghyuck has enough of you humiliating him in front of your friends and comes over to put you in your place, though he's underestimated your inner switch.

"Fucking hell, why would you waste your ult like that?" You groan, falling back against the back rest of your gaming chair, pushing the mic of your headset closer to your mouth so everyone on the Discord could hear your insults properly as you eye the lettering on the screen.

Defeat.

"Sorry," is all Jeno can add and you sigh as you quickly type in a "gg" into the text space, despite having lost miserably.

Your close friend group of Overwatch grinders consist of five people: Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle, Jisung and yourself. Everyone except Chenle you've met through the online game itself, Chenle studies at the same university as you.

"I get that every now and then a team won't click, but when it comes to you I don't think I can sympathize."

"Jaemin, stop quoting The Living Tombstone," Chenle chimes in.

"Should've picked Mercy..."

"Guys, there's some guy I'm sort of friends with and he wants to join our team, is that alright with all of you?" Jisung interrupts Jaemin, the youngest of the group not being the type to talk much during gaming, so his request surprises you at first.

"Of course, the more the merrier!" Jeno grins, you can make out his eye smile through the little video tile on your screen. He's probably hoping the one to join will be even worse at the game than him.

The rest of the group agrees as well and Jisung invites the new participant into the call. He has his video paused, but you can see his tag.

FullSun.

Alright. Whoever that might be.

"Hello!" He says and your eyes bulge out.

"Donghyuck?" You screech, alarmed. You've never been particularly good with recognizing voices, but this voice you'd recognize anywhere since it's all you hear at 3 in the morning yelling at his teammates when you're trying to get some sleep during finals season.

"No way..." Donghyuck responds, finally turning on his camera. He sits there, on his gaming chair, looking handsome as ever with his headset on. Sure, you've always found him cute and incredibly interesting, and you definitely wouldn't close the door in his face if he ever asked you to fuck, but the longer you live beside him, the more of a menace he becomes. "You're the girl living next to me who can't seem to shut the fuck up!" His voice sounds mocking, but playfully so.

"Are you shitting me right now? You're the one who screams the house down at the crack of fucking dawn! I can't remember the last time I didn't wake up to your sweet yelling at 4 am," you scoff, glaring directly into your webcam.

"Other people would kill to have my angelic voice wake them from their slumber you ungrateful bitch." Donghyuck smirks and nods to himself, tongue poking through the flesh of his cheek.

"Take that back you stinky little gremlin!"

If you weren't so immersed in your fight with Donghyuck, you'd seen the mixed reactions of your friends. Jeno looks pretty taken aback, eyes wide as he stares at the wall behind his desk, not wanting to get anywhere near the middle of this. Jaemin on the other hand is just grinning widely, watching the drama alongside Chenle who has the audacity to bring a bag of popcorn, leaning back in his chair as he throws piece after piece of the sweet snack into his mouth, watching almost as contently as Jaemin. Jisung had even gone so far as to completely turn off his camera and mic, you assume he's embarrassed since he had been the one to introduce Donghyuck into the group.

"I bet you can't even game properly," Donghyuck remarks, eyebrows raised thinking he's won.

"You keep shouting at your teammates, Donghyuck, not me. I believe the real reason for your yelling is that you, in fact, can't game for shit and blame everyone else on your team," you smile, crossing your arms as Donghyuck just blinks at the screen, mouth agape. "Or am I wrong?"

"Listen here, I play better than everyone on my team, I probably play better than you. You could learn a thing or two from me, maybe I should just come over and teach you how it's done," Donghyuck fumes.

"Don't get your hopes up, Hyuck. I bet you play as bad as you fuck."

At your words, Donghyuck gasps, Jeno chokes on his own spit, then logs off immediately, Chenle 'ooh's and Jaemin whistles, clapping his hands thrice before leaning forwards, folding his hands underneath his chin.

"I-" Donghyuck clears his throat. "I don't fuck bad."

"Then how come I only hear typical dry-dicked gamer sounds from your room and never blissful moans?" You tease, theatrically imitating the sounds of a moan while briefly locking eyes with Jaemin who nods approvingly at your performance.

"Don't start something you can't finish, doll. I bet you couldn't even take my cock, you only know how to run that mouth of yours, maybe you need someone to put you in your place," Donghyuck says and he looks worryingly less offended as you'd hoped.

"I'd like to see you try, little man."

And with that, Donghyuck leaves the Discord. For a second, you cheer to yourself, convinced that you've successfully bullied Donghyuck out of wanting to play with you, but just a second later, there's an aggressive knocking on your door.

"No way..." You gasps disbelievingly, taking your headset off to get up.

"Open the fuck up," it sounds from outside the door, followed by another, more aggressive knocking sound against the hard wood. You hesitantly make your way over to the door.

"What are you doing here?" You yell through the closed door and you earn a chuckle in response.

"I knew it, so much bark and no bite at all. I thought you wanted to see me try, pretty. What is it, have you changed your mind already?" Donghyuck answers and you'd lie if that didn't spark some excitement in your veins.

"I didn't think you were being serious," you admit and Donghyuck simply chuckles again. "Open the fucking door."

And you do, not even thinking about what you're doing as your hand reaches out to wrap around the door knob, twisting it to reveal the sight of Donghyuck's figure standing in the dim hallway, crooking his head to the side. "Why did that take you so long?"

"I was contemplating if some mediocre at best sex is worth the walk from my desk to the door." You grin and you swear you can hear Donghyuck growl before he lets himself inside, closing the door behind him with his foot, caging you between his body and the wall behind you in an instant.

"Why are you such a pain in the ass, huh?" Donghyuck talks lowly, minty breath hitting the skin close to your mouth.

"Maybe I just like riling you up." You smile, eyes flickering down to his lips, before looking back up into his own. "You're cute when you're angry."

"You're such a little brat," Donghyuck hisses before his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, relatively gently at first as he searches for any discomfort in your eyes. After finding none, he intensifies the hold on your neck, pressing his fingers deliciously into your pulse point. "Open your fucking mouth."

Intensely turned on by his dominant act, you obey, and soon after he spits inside your mouth, his saliva mixing with your own and you press your thighs together for some friction.

This obviously does not go unnoticed by Donghyuck due to your general physical closeness at the moment, and he smirks down at you. "This turns you on, hm?"

"Kinda," you manage to bring out, his pressure on your throat hard enough that you become lightheaded, but you still don't want to give in to him completely.

"Kinda?" Donghyuck chuckles deeply. "I bet if I reached into your panties right now, they'd be soaked. Should I check?"

You can do nothing but whine at the preposition, and Donghyuck takes this as a sign of consent, reaching his hand into your panties. At the first touch against your clit, you buck your hips involuntarily, pressing your lips together to not give him the satisfaction of a moan.

Donghyuck's fingers slip deeper, brushing over your folds to feel the wetness that's seeping out of you. Instantly, he grins, reaching even deeper to plunge a finger into your hole, just briefly, forcing a moan out of you before he withdraws it again, pulling his hand completely away from you to hold his wet fingers up in front of your face.

Finally, the hand around your throat loosens and you take a deep breath just before he wraps the same hand that had just been inside your pants around your jaw, pulling your face even closer to him so that his right hand is free to grope at your tits instead.

"Look, since you want to go around and underestimate me, humiliate me in front of your friends, I'll do the same. I'm going to make you cum, right here, on my fingers, make you moan loud enough for them to hear, then I'll fuck the brattiness out of you right in front of your cam, wouldn't you like that?"

"F-fuck." That's all you can manage to bring out at the thought of Donghyuck fucking you in front of your friends. "Wh-y wait so long, just sh-show them now."

"You're such a filthy little whore, you know that?" Donghyuck spits at you before grabbing onto your hair, pulling you away from the wall and pushing you into your room. He puts you right onto your gaming chair where you've just sat a few minutes ago, and he speaks into the headset, seeing your friends still in the call.

"Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear!" Jaemin answers, grinning knowingly at your flushed cheeks behind Donghyuck.

"I don't want to make any of you uncomfortable, so if you don't want to see me brat-taming her, please get out of the call," Donghyuck explains to the two remaining participants (apparently, Jisung left too after you'd taken so long to open the door), plus a really confused looking Mark and Renjun who seem to have joined the call too late to understand what's going on.

"Let's get to it, sweetheart, you wanted them to see, now why don't you give them a little show, get naked for us." Donghyuck turns to you.

"Make me," you snap at him before yelping as Donghyuck practically rips your shirt over your head, exposing your naked tits to your friends, then pulls your shorts and panties down. He grips both your knees and pushes your legs apart, showing your glistering wet core to the audience.

"Fucking hell," you hear Chenle's voice through the headset, Donghyuck had turned the volume up to the max so you could hear them properly.

Donghyuck runs his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness on them before showing them to the camera, scissoring them in the air to show how your wetness still connects them.

Next, his fingers go back to your core, spreading your glistering lower lips apart for your friends to see.

"You see this? Look at her, dripping for me." Donghyuck grins before slapping your clit harshly. You whine out, immediately clenching around nothing. "Something seems a little hungry to be filled."

And with that, Donghyuck plunges two fingers into you without a warning, moving them around and about slowly at first before picking up his pace, hitting against your g-spot perfectly. You have to bite into the back of your hand to keep quiet.

"Look at her, fuck. Isn't she so fucking hot?" Donghyuck asks and earns a few curses in return. He reaches out and presses his hand down on your lower stomach, right above your pelvic bone to feel the way his fingers press into your g-spot over and over again.

The movement of Donghyuck's fingers intensifies with every second and soon he angles them upwards over and over again, using the strength of his whole arm to finger-fuck you. At this point, you can't hold back anymore, a loud cry emitting from your throat as you cum hard on his fingers.

"Fuck, she squirted." You can hear Chenle laugh, but you're too hazy to really take in what just happened. Only as Donghyuck pushes his fingers, three of them this time, back into you, you cry out from oversensitivity.

"What is it, baby doll? Thought this was just going to be mediocre at best, huh? What happened?"

"Sensitive..." you bring out, head clouded with the aftermath of your intense orgasm as Donghyuck begins to switch from fucking you with his fingers to rubbing over your extremely wet clit and folds.

"Oh, I know. I just made you cum, sweetheart. It was so easy for me to make you cum, you squirted everywhere and all your friends saw. Shouldn't you be embarrassed?" Donghyuck grins at your already fucked out form before pushing his fingers into you again, setting a fast pace from the start and you don't even try to contain your sounds anymore, feeling too good and too overwhelmed to care at this point.

Donghyuck's fingers feel so fucking good inside of you and you don't even want to imagine what his dick might feel like. It all feels like too much already, but in the best way possible.

Briefly, Donghyuck attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly a couple of times before he throws you over the edge again, pulling his fingers from your gaping hole just in time for you to squirt again, and this time, he keeps rubbing over your hole in rapid motions, causing the wetness to keep coming out of you, your orgasm seemingly never ending.

Once it does, though, Donghyuck begins stroking and massaging your thighs, spreading the wetness of your squirting all over your skin before plunging two of his soaked fingers right into your mouth.

"Fucking shit," Jaemin curses and you open your eyes (though you don't remember when you closed them) to look at the screen. Everyone's eyes are on you, Chenle and Jaemin are obviously touching themselves over their pants, Mark looks at you with wide eyes, biting onto his bottom lip while Renjun looks pretty fucked out himself, but you don't see him moving his hand or anything.

It's so fucking hot.

"I just made you cum twice, you ungrateful bitch, what do you say?" Donghyuck pulls his fingers from your mouth to grab your jaw, angling your head so that you're looking at him.

Apparently, it had taken you a little bit too long to answer him as you feel him slapping your cheek, not too hard, just enough to sting. "What do you say?"

"Th-thank you," you bring out just before you feel Donghyuck's tip prod at your entrance. You hadn't even realize that he's taken his clothes off, but now that you're looking at him, he's completely nude. Are you really this fucked out already?

"That's a good girl. Now tell them how much you want me to fuck you."

"Th-them?" You raise your eyebrows weakly, and Donghyuck nods in response. You avert your gaze towards your webcam. "I want him to fuck me, so badly. Please, just-"

"Louder, they can't hear you." Donghyuck pats your cheek a few times. "Come on, or are you too fucked out to talk already. Such a dumb little whore, can't even voice what she wants."

"Just fuck me, Donghyuck." You use all your strength to roll your eyes at him. There's something in Donghyuck's eyes that you can't quite describe. It looks intimidating, but you want to play with him, see how far you can push him.

"You're such a little brat-" Donghyuck begins, coming closer to you, but you beat him to wrapping his hand around your throat by wrapping yours around his. Donghyuck looks taken aback, honestly, but just seconds later, his eyelids flutter as you put more pressure onto his pulse point.

"You did well making me cum, pretty boy, but I think someone should put you in your place. You're way too full of yourself, maybe you should be filled with something else?" You smirk, suddenly feeling a whole lot more powerful and energized as you lean forward until you're towering over him and you reach out to slap his cheek lightly with your unoccupied hand. "Open up."

Much to your surprise, Donghyuck immediately obeys, opening his mouth and you spit a glob of saliva directly between his lips. As soon as it hits his tongue, Donghyuck breathes out shakily.

"Swallow."

"This is wild," you can hear Chenle snicker, but you honestly don't have it in you to care right now, not when Donghyuck's so pretty and submissive for you.

"Look at you, Hyuckie. Isn't this so much better? Having a pretty girl take care of you?" You tease, but the next second, Donghyuck lifts his own hand to wrap around your throat as well.

"Fuck you," he brings out before both of you let go of the other's necks, hands entangling in each other's hair as you smash your lips together in a heated kiss, full of so many different feelings.

"I want to see you fall apart, Donghyuck," you bring out in between kisses and he just chuckles lowly against your lips.

"I'd like to see you try," he mocks your words from earlier before getting up to switch places with you, sitting on the chair with spread legs. Instantly, your hands move to roam over his thighs from your place on the floor beneath him.

Hooking your hands under his thighs, you pull him closer. Donghyuck's intense gaze is on you the entire time, almost as if he's forgetting that the two of you are being watched.

His cock stands proudly before you, and you finally reach out to touch the soft skin of his shaft with your fingertips, teasingly dragging them up and down his length, your fingernails softly scratching over the surface, and Donghyuck hisses at the sensation.

You lean forward, allowing a glob of saliva to drip onto his tip before you use your hand to spread the lubricant over it, making Donghyuck's hips buck at your ministrations, eyes shutting briefly at the feeling.

"I love teasing you, Hyuck. Makes me feel how desperate you are for me." You smile innocently as you thumb at his slit, forcing a moan out of Donghyuck, and though he completely ignores your words, he's spurring you on to go further.

You lean forward, pressing your hands against his thighs so he spreads them even further before you begin to mouth at his balls, keeping eye contact as your tongue laps over the skin, just before you decide to take things further, gradually moving downwards to let your tongue tease at his perineum.

In response, Donghyuck chokes on a moan, the feeling of your warm wet tongue against this sensitive part of his body making his length throb and leak precum onto his stomach. You grin as you move a tad lower and press your tongue against his hole.

Donghyuck tenses, lewd erotic sounds leaving his lips now even louder than before, his hands grab onto the armrests of the chair to keep himself grounded.

"Look how much you react to me even though I haven't even done much. I barely touched you, Hyuckie, and you look like you're about to cum just from my tongue against your pretty hole," you tease before pressing your tongue harder against his rim, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his thighs.

Something incoherent falls from Donghyuck's lips at the same time as you can hear Chenle snicker, and Jaemin responding with a deep groan. Your eyes dart over to the screen for a second just to meet eyes with said boys who finally pulled out their lengths, rubbing over them at a steady pace. Mark's gotten even closer to the camera, his eyes are glazed over with lust as he studies the way you make Donghyuck tremble with your tongue. Whatever Renjun's doing seems to be requiring both of his hands, they're both shoved into his pants as he remains in a similar position to Donghyuck's.

Spitting onto Donghyuck's hole, you pull back, watching Donghyuck's hazy expression turn confused for a second until he feels your finger circling over the ring muscle. His eyes go wide for a second until you begin inching the digit inside, making his eyes roll back and his mouth fall open slightly.

"Is this really happening?" Mark gasps, sounding highly confused as to why he finds this so arousing. No one pays him any mind, though, except for Renjun who just whimpers loudly.

"Hm? Does it feel good, baby?" You ask Donghyuck who seems so fucked out already that he can't form a proper sentence. You move your finger inside him, slowly, circling it around his warm walls, inching deeper all while keeping close attention to his face in case he seems uncomfortable.

"Yes," Donghyuck admits finally, pupils dilated as he breathes heavily, his hole clenching around your finger every so often.

"You're so pretty like this, such a pretty boy, taking my finger so well," you praise, licking over his shaft briefly, making Donghyuck moan out. "I bet you could cum from this alone, isn't that right?"

Just as the words leave your lips, you angle your finger upwards, pressing into his prostate, and Donghyuck nothing but jumps at the contact, hole clenching tightly around your digit as even more precum oozes out of his tip onto the soft skin of his stomach. The moan he lets out is nothing but pornographic, but sounding so raw and desperate at the same time that you have to clench your own thighs together at how hot it is.

"Fuck, look at Jun," Chenle laughs and you look over at the screen again, immediately met with the sight of Renjun shimmied out of his pants with his fingers inside his own hole.

"Fuck," Jaemin responds, drawing out the syllable as he watches the blushing Renjun as well. All of the attention seems to spur him on nonetheless as shortly after, he cums all over himself with a broken whine.

"Like what you're seeing, Hyuck?" You ask, pressing into his prostate again, earning the same reaction as before. "Don't you love the attention? They're looking at you, pretty boy, listening to your desperate sounds as you're getting fingered by me. Look how much it turns them on to see you like this."

"I might not be as straight as I thought," Mark pipes up, mumbling, and Donghyuck whines loudly at both of your words. You quickly suck his tip into your mouth, circling it with your tongue expertly all while pressing your finger into his sweet spot over and over again.

"F-fuck, s-stop, I'm gonna cum," Donghyuck finally manages to bring out, so you pull away from him at his request, watching him pant before you.

"I want you to cum inside me, Hyuck."

Donghyuck whines just as he's getting out of the chair to push you onto it again, switching places with you. He taps his tip onto your clit twice before finally sinking inside of you painfully slow. The stretch is delicious, and he fills you out so perfectly that you already feel like you don't want this to be a one time thing.

There could've been more teasing, Donghyuck could've made you wait even longer to finally feel his hard cock enter you, but it seems like he's just as desperate to feel you around him as you are.

"Jeno, come back on, you gotta see this," you can hear Jaemin probably calling Jeno so he knows what he's missing out on, "yeah, they're fucking now. God, it's so hot."

It sounds like Jeno's rambling on the other line, but you honestly don't understand anything, and you actually don't care when Donghyuck finally bottoms out inside of you. You don't even realize how you blur everything else out when you look into Donghyuck's eyes as he slowly pulls out and pushes back into you.

Donghyuck's leaning forwards to whisper in your ear. "You feel so good, baby, I'm not gonna last long," and his voice sounds so uncharacteristically gentle that you feel your heart pounding fast and hard against your rib cage.

"It's okay," you whisper back, kissing his lips briefly just before Donghyuck leans back, pulling you closer to him by your thighs before roughly grabbing onto your waist to piston his hips against you harshly, making you moan out.

"Fucking finally," Chenle comments, but you really couldn't care less at the moment, not with how intensely Donghyuck looks down at you, not with how perfectly his length drags along your walls and the way his fingers toy with your clit to still make you cum before him.

Your moans mix with Donghyuck's as you inch closer and closer to your releases. Your gaze flickers over to your monitor just perfectly in time to see Jaemin cumming all over his hand and shirt, and fuck is it hot. Chenle seems like he's pretty close, too, and Mark finally has a hand wrapped around himself as well. Renjun looks intensely fucked out, still, not even bothering to clean the drying cum off of him as he just watches how Donghyuck fucks into you so roughly.

With your eyes trained back on Donghyuck, you hold onto your own thighs, pulling them a little closer to your chest so Donghyuck can hit deeper inside of you, tip crazing against your cervix every so often in the best way possible, making you feel every single centimeter of his impressive length.

"Please, Hyuck, fill me with your cum," you whine out as you feel yourself getting embarrassingly close to your third orgasm already.

Donghyuck whines, leaning over you once again to smash your lips together into a passionate kiss, the position making it harder for him to rub your clit, but you actually don't even need it to cum right now.

So you do, letting go as the wave of release washes over you, hands coming up to grasp Donghyuck's biceps to keep yourself grounded as you ride out your high against his body with a string of high-pitched moans and syllables of his name.

This seems to be enough for not only Donghyuck, but also Mark and Chenle to finish as well as you hear them curse and groan through the headset just in time with Donghyuck who pushes in so deeply as he finishes off inside of you with a loud groan that you're seeing stars all over again.

Donghyuck stays inside you as you try to catch your breaths, never breaking eye contact. The silence that fills the room is not uncomfortable at all, and you feel yourself longing for Donghyuck all over again, but not entirely in a sexual context. Somehow, this act of pushing and pulling, and making each other cum so good built some kind of trust between the both of you, and you want to see him again.

"Okay, guys, this is kind of awkward now," Mark breaks the comfortable silence and you want to yell at him for it, honestly. But before you can, Donghyuck groans, despite knowing Mark for a good half an hour at most, and turns towards the Camera.

"That's your problem." And with that, Donghyuck leaves the Discord, and turns back to you, kissing the tip of your nose. "I don't know about you, but I could go again."

You giggle as you press a kiss against his cheek. "I can't believe you're still hard."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, you seemed like the kind of guy to fall asleep right after. Do you really think you can still manage to go another round?" You tease, yelping as he suddenly picks you up and throws you onto your bed.

"Fuck you. I'm going to show you."

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as promised. the first 1k words of aidays10:

“Jet,” Sokka repeats. Nearly chokes on it.

He thinks, fleetingly, terribly, that this must be how wild animals feel before an earthquake.

“It’s good to finally meet you, Sokka,” Jet says. Something icy prickles up Sokka’s spine at the sound of his name in Jet’s mouth. “Zuko’s told me a lot about you.”

Jet is handsome, athletically built, and his smile drips charm like venom on the fangs of a snake.

Sokka’s gaze shifts to Zuko and finds him looking right back, his cheeks burning red.

“I would’ve let you know,” Zuko says, uncharacteristically shy, “but we were already running late –”

“And I can’t say no to a party,” Jet – fucking hell, breathe, Sokka – says. “I hope I’m not crashing.”

Sokka can feel everything starting to bottleneck inside him; all the feelings – the shock, the fondness, the anger, the bone-deep wanting – trying to overwhelm him at once. There’s no time to breathe, no time to think through any of it, no time to process.

The world is ending, and Sokka is still shaking the guy’s fucking hand.

He needs another drink.

“No, it’s, um –” Sokka clears his throat. It doesn’t help. “You said it yourself, man, it’s a party. The more the merrier.”

Jet opens his mouth to speak again, anxiety grips Sokka’s heart in a tight fist –

Someone bumps into Sokka, and he drops Jet’s hand to steady them by the shoulders. Ty Lee giggles as she thanks him. Her lips are the colour of sparkling rosé.

She’s still laughing as she says, “This place looks amazing, thanks so much for inviting us!”

“Thank you for coming,” Sokka says, manners tumbling out on autopilot. He’s not even sure if he means it, it’s just what he knows he’s supposed to say. He needs to get out of here, before he says something stupid – or worse, something he does mean.

“I see you’ve met Jet,” she preens, “isn’t he just a peach?”

She smacks a loud kiss onto Jet’s blushing cheek. He doesn’t wipe away the smear of lipgloss she leaves behind.

“Oh, he’s a charmer,” Sokka says, scanning over her head for a way out, any way out of this nightmare.

Jet starts to say, “Well, I –” when Sokka finally spots an opening. Katara, standing by the bar, waiting to be served. Her fingers tap out a rapid beat on the glass display case.

Sokka puts on the most apologetic smile he can muster and does not look at Zuko. “Would you excuse me? I think my sister needs me for a minute.”

“Oh, I know all about that,” Ty Lee says, and a laugh spills from Jet’s mouth, like it’s an inside joke.

“Good!” Sokka says, in response to nothing but the anxiety bubbling in his blood. “Great. Thanks. Uh –” He snags Aang by the arm on his way past, presumably also heading for Katara, and turns him to face Ty Lee and Jet and Zuko. “This is my best friend, Aang. He’ll give you guys a tour, okay?”

Aang throws Sokka a bewildered glance over his shoulder, asking with his eyes, I will?

Sokka gives him a pleading look, hoping to high heaven that no one else sees it, and Aang plasters on a crooked grin. Right before he slinks away, Sokka hears him ask, “Did you know the Dance Dance Revolution here has the Star Wars soundtrack?”

Sokka doesn’t falter a single step on his way to Katara, even when he’s sure he can feel eyes on his back. He just throws back the rest of his drink and keeps walking.

Katara is ordering when he reaches her. He tells Haru, “I’ll have what she’s having,” because if he knows his sister at all, she’s having something strong and evil.

“You don’t like what I drink,” Katara says, as Haru sets down four shot glasses. “In fact, I believe the word you use for what I drink is yucky.”

“That’s because what you drink is basically moonshine,” Sokka says. “And moonshine is yucky.”

“Coward,” she says. Haru pours, and she raises a shot glass. “Bottoms up.”

Sokka taps his shot against hers with a quiet, plastic clink, and drinks before he can talk himself out of it. He holds his breath and chases it with the second one.

The burn is cruel and merciless and exactly what he needs. It grounds him. Gives him something to focus on that won’t send him into a spiral of what if and maybe and should have.

He buries his head in his hands.

Katara scoffs. “That yucky?”

Sokka groans and looks up. He glances over his shoulder. Aang is at the concession stand explaining the intricacies of the Suki-related pun names of each menu item to Ty Lee and Jet and Mai, who Sokka swears wasn’t there when he left them, and –

Zuko is looking right at him.

That spiral starts up again, deeper than before.

Sokka looks away.

There’s another shot in front of him. He takes it, to clear his head, to cloud his inhibitions.

He turns to Katara.

“Don’t look now,” he tells her, “but the guy listening to Aang talk about onion rings is Jet.”

She ignores his advice, frowning as she cranes her neck to see over the other partygoers. “The one who broke up you and Zuko?”

“We didn’t – we were never together. There was nothing to break up.”

The jacket stretched across Sokka’s shoulders still smells of tea leaves and lilies. A voice in the back of his mind whispers, yes, there was.

Katara looks back at him, eyes rolling. “Forgive me if stopped sleeping together so one of you could try dating another guy and it didn’t work out but you didn’t start sleeping together again because you don’t think he loves you back takes too long to say.”

Sokka puts his head in his hands again.

read and i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) here

#mine #zukka #my writing #aidays #and ill do anything you say #pls enjoy. thank u for ur hard work zukka nation #fic

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Ok I've had this thought rattling around in my head like crazy and I'm gonna share because the more the merrier. Lee going down on you and moaning like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. Upon seeing you covering your mouth he grabs your wrists and pins them to your side, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. "Don't hide from me. I love you so much. Just give in and let me ruin you." And you have to stop yourself from laughing sadly "but if you do you won't love me like you claim to anymore." And he just lets out a low hum. "I'm going to make it so you crave me, yearn for me and want only me. There's nothing you can do to make me not love and desire you. Let me prove it." And now I'm just, hhhhh!! Lee gives me serotonin. Love you momma! Thank you for this man.

God this is so hot 🥵

He'd keep his word, I assure you. Once you're spoiled it just gives him more room to lavish you with gifts and gestures. It just takes one step at a time and he's eager for every one of them.

-Mommabean (extra tidbit in the tags!)

#he'd also eat you out to spoil himself #he just genuinely gets off on it #he'd gorge himself after a long day at work to relax #whether or not you agree to it #doctor lee my oc #dr lee my oc #my ocs #yandere male #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #yandere serial killer #yandere doctor

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Trapped

Lee: Michael

Ler: Ennard, Circus Baby

Michael was frozen in place by Ennard's mechanical tentacles. They were wrapped around his arms and were now tying them up over his head. Ennard's head was right in front of him, and Michael could see the large red glow of its eyes.

"Well... what are you waiting for? Are you not going to take me apart?" Michael had already unfortunately accepted what his 'fate' was.

Ennard's tentacles suddenly shot forward, wrapping around Michael and lifting him off the ground. Michael scrambled to free himself, but the mechanical limbs were too strong. Ennard's head moved close to his neck, and Michael felt its breath on his neck.

"So you're just going to stare at me then, hm? Not gonna do anything?"

Ennard suddenly tilted its head, as if giving Michael a better angle of its face. Michael tried to see behind him, but the tentacles were blocking his view. Ennard's head moved closer and closer to Michael's neck.

"Come on... do something... tickle me, maybe?"

Michael instantly felt regret after saying that. Ennard suddenly wrapped one of its tentacles around Michael's torso. It began tickling his ribs lightly, causing Michael to squirm and laugh hysterically. Ennard's eye glow got brighter and brighter as it laughed at Michael's reaction. When Michael tried to pull away, the mechanical arms wrapped around him more tightly.

"pFfT aHhaaAahah eEhhhNnAahaHHaard nOohhOOoho!!"

Ennard's tentacles began to move down. Ennard tickled Michael's belly, which made him laugh harder. Ennard then wrapped its tentacles around Michael's arms and started tickling his armpits. Michael could not help but let out loud laughs and screams as he flailed around, trying to escape from Ennard. Ennard's eyes continued to glow brighter and brighter.

"BAAHHAAHHAHAH NOHOHOT THEHEHE AHAHARMPIHIHITS-!"

Michael was now almost completely paralyzed due to Ennard's relentless tickling. Even the slightest touch to his exposed stomach had him kicking and laughing uncontrollably.

As Ennard saw Circus Baby walk into the room, it paused for a moment and smirked. Circus Baby could see how helpless Michael had become beneath Ennard's power, his body writhing around beneath the relentless tickling. Circus Baby then walked over to Michael and began touching his belly as well.

Michael could barely move his body. Every touch felt like it was taking his breath away. Circus Baby now had one of her fingers inside Michael’s bellybutton and began circling it, causing Michael to squirm and laugh uncontrollably despite his best efforts to remain calm.

"AAHAAHHAAAH I-IHIHIHI CAAHAHAANT- YOHOHOUOU GUHUUUUHYS AHAHAARE AHAHASSHOHOHOLES-"

Circus Baby's finger was making Michael laugh and squirm uncontrollably as she continued to circle his belly button. Ennard began to tickle Michael’s legs, grabbing his feet and circling the heels of his feet. At this point, Michael was completely defenseless as the duo’s relentless tickle attack was driving him to the edge of insanity. Circus Baby's finger had now started to spiral into Michael’s belly button, causing him to kick and squirm more vigorously.

"AAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAA NOOHOHOHOHOO IHIHIHIIT TIHIHIIHIIIHHCKLES-"

And that's when Ballora appears. Lovely, more for Michael. The more the merrier.

And for the rest of the night, Michael's hysterical laughter was heard throughout the place.

#fnaf tickle #lee!michael #ler!ennard #ler!circus baby #fnaf #tickle fic

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Issue 2, 4/26/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

This week in the Hermiticitzen Hub has been nothing less than eventful! Citizen numbers are still growing, having reached above 600 as of the writing. Voting for music bots have opened, with Pancake immediately taking the lead and winning the race! Go enjoy your pancakes and music in #music-commands. There have been debates about hiring Quinn and Joe Hills, as that would be lovely, however that seems to be out of the Hermitcitizen's grasp, for now.

In addition to this week's news, The Hermitcitizen Grapevine is also now up and reporting stories about your fellow citizens. Go check them out at @hccn-grapevine!

Have a lovely week and respect your fellow hermitcitizens!

Warden Accidents: How to Deal With Them

By Lee

A week ago, an accident happened regarding a Warden. A prank on Hermitcraft's most masterful prankster, Grian, was done by the GGG via placing multiple Wardens on his base. However, one of the Wardens was accidentally aggravated and followed one of the pranksters to the Shopping District. This caused havoc and death for many of the players alongside those who tried to help. After much struggle, it was finally slain by Patch9649.

There have been many accidents regarding Wardens. This is just one of the most recent incidents. In this article, a list of tips will be given on how to deal with them. To have concrete advice for those reading, I interviewed an expert Warden wrangler from Decked Out named Glypharia who agreed on an interview about wrangling Wardens.

1. The More People, the Merrier.

If you decide to wrangle Wardens, it’s always best to have people with you to help you out in moving not only the Warden, but also due to other factors that would be a struggle dealing on your own. It’s not the best idea to wrangle one on your own due to its dangers and risk of losing inventory.

There is not a specific amount of people really needed, other than that it should be more than yourself.

2. Snowballs, Always Have Snowballs on Hand

Whether it be Warden wrangling or simply getting away from Wardens in the Deep Dark, Snowballs are one of your most important tools needed in your inventory, to the point that it was mentioned not once, but thrice in the interview due to how important they are.

Simply throw the snowball away from your direction and it will be distracted by the sound, letting you get away or making the Warden go to a certain area that you want it to go to in an easier manner

3. Wool Paths and Swift Sneak Are Your Saviors

Added to the second tip, wool paths are extremely important if you want to make a quick getaway or simply want to have a safe place to walk across on without being noticed by a Warden (especially if it is after wrangling one, as to make sure it does not follow you).

Swift Sneak in your leggings or pants armor is also a good way to help you sneak away from a Warden. It helps in making you go faster while sneaking, which is good for those who at times get antsy with how slow sneaking may be.

4. Deal With Mobs First

Glypharia suggests that it’s best to deal with mobs first when wrangling a Warden, as it makes things easier for the wrangler and ensures that they do not get distracted from moving the Warden due to mobs attacking them. That would make things much more difficult and more prone to respawning multiple times and losing your stuff. Light up the place or have others continue to deal with the mobs so that you and the remaining people can focus on wrangling.

It’s also good to be rapidly moving backwards, but to make sure not to put yourself between a wall and the wall. They say from personal experience it is a bad idea.

5. Do It One by One, Be Patient

If there are multiple Wardens to be wrangled, do it one by one. It is way safer to do so than doing it all at once, as it lets you put all your focus on each individually, just in case something goes extremely wrong and it needs to be quickly fixed.

Wrangling all the Wardens at once will cause more accidents, more deaths and more despawned inventory, so it’s best to do it one at a time.

Those are all the tips given, and we hope this helps you out in the near future. Just remember to keep quiet and be careful. If not, you’re more likely to lose all your inventory and get several death messages in global chat for all to see.

Now onto other news below the cut!

Hermitcraft’s Top 10 Most Dangerous Places

By Virtual

We all know that Hermitcraft is the pinnacle of Minecraft server safety, but in such absolutely secure lands, one must wonder about the places on the server that are a bit more… exciting. For this week’s issue, we’re breaking down the top ten most dangerous places on the Hermitcraft Season 9 server.

(Note: This list is not to be used as a travel guide. Travel guides for dangerous places can be found in the Shopping District next to the Empires brochures.)

(Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: The danger level of this list is not in order. Danger level fluctuates by the hour and may go up or down depending on if Grian is online.)

Decked Out Decked Out is a legendary feat of redstone engineering. It is also a death trap. Out of 456 ravager deaths reported this week, 375 occurred within the bowels of Decked Out. We would like to remind the unpaid interns living in Tango’s walls that the ravagers, though friend shaped, are not for cuddling.

Spawn Ghasts in the sky, Wardens on the ground, and only a matter of time before something is in the water, Spawn Town is a favorite holding spot and dumping ground for any dangerous mobs people happen to be carrying around. In addition, it is a certified Not Scar Safe area.

Scarland Studies show that the moment you step within render distance of Scarland that your chances of being Hotguy-ed go up by 67%. Do not let the beautiful facades, fun rides, Jellie-themed popcorn, kind balloon vendors, dubiously employed tour guides, and path-eating security guards lull you into a false sense of security. Hotguy has been known to frequent the skies above Scarland for reasons unknown to those of us at The Overseer, and he tends to make target practice out of staff and visitors alike. If you hear a distant call of “Hotguy,” duck and cover. We would say to avoid the area, but the view of Main Street may be worth a respawn.

Doc’s… Whole Thing We’re not sure what he’s doing. DocM77 is a mystery not even the devs could unravel. If you want to catch sight of anything that this weird creeper goat man has been up to, remember to wear your best helmet and leave before the radiation poisoning sets in. The Perimeter is an astonishing sight, but it is also radioactive, explosive, and filled with bosses. Enter at your own risk.

The Shopping District The Shopping District is the lifeblood of the server. Citizens come to this hub to buy materials, relax at the coffee shop, and sell their wares to their fellow citizens. The Shopping District is also radioactive, explosive, and full of Wardens. We’re also not sure what the entity is, but it’s probably dangerous. Get your concrete and get out as fast as you can.

Decked Out Many incidents have been reported of staff getting caught in the machinery and pursued by Vexes. This is bad for both the machinery and your inventory health. Please report all Vex and Evoker related deaths. (Somebody completely unrelated to the newspaper, with no conflicting interests whatsoever, has made a bet that Vex-related accidents will outnumber Warden-related accidents in the next issue.)

Grian’s Weird Robot Dungeon We’re not quite sure of the extent that Grumbot’s cavern actually exists on this plane, but your own likelihood of existing drops drastically the moment you dip beneath the sculk tunnel and catch sight of Grumbot and the Rift. The evilness of both Grumbot and the Rift is still up for debate, but we can confirm that touching either of them is a gamble of your mortal soul. Furthermore, we are looking for people who know how to get someone out from behind the Rift, as all attempts at freeing Grian’s employee have thus far been unsuccessful.

The Nether Hub Essential to traveling the far reaches of Hermitcraft, but dangerous nonetheless. Though free of the hellish monsters and flaming pitfalls typical of the Nether, this area has a secret weapon up its sleeve: Lag. If you don’t want to lose your items to kinetic energy a thousand blocks away from your spawn point, and then die again because you got distracted by the time-stopping creeper, then we suggest flying through the Overworld instead.

Gem’s Base While the base itself is lovely, we must remind citizens that, no matter how charming she is, to stop accepting duels from GeminiTay. You will lose, and your head will be added to her collection. Learn from the mistakes of Ethoslab, dear citizens, and walk away from a fight.

Zedaph’s Base Entering Zedaph’s base is a lesson in the odd and whimsical. You will see wonders unlike anything you’ve ever known. Dangling horses, flying melons, and rainbow beacons enchant all those who come across them. This is not where the danger lies. Entering Zedaph’s base could involve you in Zedvancements, which are likely to end up with you or someone you know exploding, as creepers, TNT, fireworks, and lightning bolts are often involved. This also increases your chances to get a Zedvancement trophy, which could be worth it. Approach with caution.

Honorable Mention:

Etho’s Base Despite the inherent danger of being anywhere near this mad genius, Mr. Etho S. Lab has been unable to beat back the washed up allegations. Though the honorable Bdubs has attempted to help him, Mr. Slab has been absolutely destroyed. From all of us here at The Overseer, we wish him a swift recovery.

Astrology Corner

By Corundumcat

Have you been feeling without guidance? Do you look at your birthday and look up your star sign and wonder, “Does this mean anything?” Don’t worry, here at The Overseer, we can help you.*

Aries: You have just found out that you will be paid by whoever you are aligned to. However, if you are born on the odd day of the month, you will have to go on a Warden clean up.

Taurus: This week you will be very productive. This is not in a negative or positive light. Get a lot done.

Gemini: It will rain inside where you go. You’ve annoyed someone this week.

Cancer: You will start a war at Beast #003’s funeral. :0

Leo: One day this week, you will take part in an ethical experiment and be forced to sign an NDA. Don’t worry. This will happen again next year.

Virgo: This week you will start an investigation into who let the Wardens out.

Libra: You will find out some great news. Someone you know has obtained a child.

Scorpio: You will be shot by Hot Guy for standing still in iBuy. (It rhymes.)

Sagittarius: You will have a week to remember. It will be a week. Flip a TCG token to determine the outcome. Heads are good, tails are bad.

Capricorn: You will get to see the stars up close and personal. Take that how you will.

Aquarius: You will get to commit one(1) act of pranking, you get to choose the scale of it.

Pisces: You will see a horrifying vision. That vision is Beast #003 being kidnapped. When you come to, you will figure out that you saw the past. Given that you saw this, you now must go to the funeral of Beast #003.

All star signs: Don’t worry, you are not being watched… yet.

*Ignore how blatantly specific these are. Nothing bad will happen to you.

From the Sidelines

by StarryFelix Cats and Pearl-affiliates

Who doesn’t like cats? That seems to have been the thought someone had when changing all things they could to cat related names on the server this week. The mischievous little furballs of which we know GoodTimesWithScar to be a big fan (we all also love you very much Jellie) have taken over specifically the moderator role names! As someone who is now dubbed a trial-meowderator it was an interesting return on the server after this was changed. Allegedly (read: we got an immediate admittance of trying to catgirl-ify the server) this was done by someone with a plant related name…

Honestly, just wandering around seems to be giving me a lot of odd impressions of what continues to go on on the server, even if I have been wandering around since season 6. You’d almost say nothing would surprise me anymore, however the people working and living around Pearl’s place have started calling her just “She <3” . This phenomenon has been going on for quite a while now. I have to agree that that is indeed a very correct way to describe her, I am however not sure what Star Soup and Nebulas in soup colours are supposed to mean, maybe I will be able to figure that out by observing them more closely. They seem friendly! Albeit a little supportive of Pearl committing war crimes in the life-series…

That was it for me for this week, as I have to rush off someplace else, but maybe this column will return with some more insights and observations of the different groups and beings running around on this server.

P.S. Please don’t forget to remind your Hermit/boss to eat this week! And make sure to tell them Sculk is not good food to consume, we don’t want another Cub-situation.

Lost and Found

By Virtual

The following items and chest monsters were found across the server, and nobody knows who they belong to. If you recognize one of these as yours, please contact The Overseer’s lost and found office at (fake email here ig)

Item 1: A Hotguy bow, found on top of The Entity All attempts to contact Hotguy about this bow have been met with radio silence, and since citizens are being Hotguy-ed as normal, we assume that he has found a suitable replacement, or this bow was never his to begin with. If you are in need of a bow or Hotguy memorabilia, collect this item within the next week, or we’re keeping it.

Item 2: A chest monster made of exclusively purple shulker boxes, found below Joe Hills’ pinball machine. Joe Hills has denied any ownership or knowledge of this chest monster, and has handed it off to The Overseer office. Within the shulker boxes are several stacks of end stone, seven pairs of nearly-broken golden boots, twelve feathers, and a block of obsidian. If this chest monster belongs to you, please pick it up from The Overseer office, as the boxes have taken over all available desk space.

Item 3: A spyglass renamed “Peekaboo” and enchanted with Curse of Vanishing, found on the doorstep to The Overseer office. The intended recipient of the telescope is unknown, and since it was not addressed to our office, we can only assume it was not meant for us to receive. When in the same room as the telescope for too long, a palpable feeling of being watched settles over your shoulders. Attempts to cover the telescope do nothing to diminish this effect, and we have settled on keeping it inside of Item 2. If “Peekaboo” belongs to you, we will pay you to take it.

META REPORT: MONO-PRANKSTER

Written by Arsène

The deck that everyone’s been talking about (especially when it comes to potential nerfs and building around), Mono-Prankster has been a definite set that has single-handedly changed the way tournaments rule for deck-building. Now, with the current 42 token-cost rule for fan games, and the upcoming limit on the number of rare Hermits that can be put into the deck, it’ll look very different from how it may have over the last few weeks of play. I’m here to deep dive with you into a current state of it, the point of the deck, and why it’s been so strong recently!

DECK LIST ( ® denotes a rare version of the card in the case of hermits!)

Grian ® x1

Mumbo ® x3

Stress ® x2

Gold Armor x3

Mending x3

Milk Bucket x1

Water Bucket x2

Iron Armor x1

Knockback x3

Looting x2

Chorus Fruit x1

Curse of Vanishing x1

Lead x1

Double Prankster x4

Prankster x14

PLAYING THE DECK

When building and playing a deck, I like to look at three different factors, and Mono-Prankster delivers on three fronts. Versatility, Consistency, and Win Conditions.

The deck has many different tools at your disposal for forcing opponents into poor positions off the bat, running three Knockbacks, Curse of Vanishing, and Lasso. All three, with opportune use (and potentially with the effects of Mending up to do it again) can easily put the opponent on the backfoot, forcing them to rely on an AFK hermit instead of the main one they may have already set up on. The deck also runs defensive options in three Gold Armor and Iron Armor, meaning that you’ll most likely draw into at least one, and with how much HP all three of your Hermits have, there’s good options for all of them.

The deck is certainly not short on win conditions, with Mumbo ® having a very strong second attack for only two Prankster items. Quite Simple, with good luck, has potential to sweep a game when you have another Hermit on board with him. However, consider using Moustache if you are in a position where you do not need to push, whether it be trying to do consistent chip damage and set up a quick double knock-out with Knockback or guarantee a knockout to Chorus Fruit into another Hermit who can swiftly take a kill, like Stress ®.

Speaking of Stress ®, this is your finisher if you have her on board. A well-timed Chorus Fruit into YOLO when you’re ahead can guarantee a win, whether it be completely knocking out the opponent’s board or taking their last life. Just be careful, as taking yourself out also means that the three Prankster blocks put on her are gone with her. Consider solely using YOLO as a finisher, as a strong tempo move when you are up a heart, or if there is a high-priority target on the board that needs to be dealt with.

Lastly, the main kicker in the deck for defensive prowess and potential, Grian ®. Grian tends to be my target for my double Pranksters, since Borrow is not only a strong offensive tool against opponents running armors or strong upholding effects like Mending, but also great for offensive plays. Because the Hermits in this deck take up so many token spaces, we do not have room for good defensive cards like Diamond Armor, so a well-timed Borrow from Grian on a Diamond Armor lets you take it for yourself.

The deck has a few floating cards, mainly in Milk Bucket and Water Bucket (x2), so if you’re playing into a definite matchup in which you are not worried about fire or poison, these can safely be rotated out for other strong single-use effects, such as Invisibility Potion or another Looting.

Expect more changes to the deck through the upcoming weeks, whether it be through changing game mechanics like token costs or limits on how many rares can be put in a deck, or direct nerfs to cards that make Prankster worthwhile. Also, word through the street says that a new set may be hitting us soon that might work to heavily counter the Prankster strategy! For now, though, Mono-Prankster is a strong option for people wanting to learn the game, provided you get lucky enough to pull the cards from the trading packs offered around the server! Good luck, and may you forever draw your Mumbos on turn one!

Who is Hot Guy?

By Corundumcat

Who is Hotguy? Many citizens wonder this day in and day out. We all know for certain that Hotguy is … something. Shooting the workers in Scarland, shooting those who stay still for too long, it's hard to figure out the truth from the lies. Here are the top 5 theories on who it is and one theory on who it isn’t.

THEORY NUMBER 1: Grian. Some might recall a few years ago that, to the shock of the citizens, Grian was revealed to be Poultry Man. Now you may be wondering, didn't he get tired of the Vigilante stuff? And I raise you the point of what if he decided he wanted to start something. What if he saw how Scar was having such a wonderful time and why can’t he have some fun. It was rumoured that he became a single dad for a while, so why not while Grumbot was asleep he started this life of crime. We have never seen Grian and Hotguy in the same room together.

Theory Number 2: Joehills You all know how Joe Hills doesn’t go for all the LARPing. He never fully commits to the bit. Except for one time. Remember when there was the universe wide beauty contest? Remember how he put up posters which none of us had seen before. Honestly it shocked us all that he could come out of the woodwork and do some Lore. The thing is, he won that contest. He won the beauty contest. Hence the name of this persona, Hotguy. Also, have you met the guy? Joe Hills NEVER gets shot by Hotguy. Either they are friends OR Joe Hills is Hotguy.

Theory Number 3: Cub Have you met Cub? Cub loves to cause chaos. Heck, he even has a game called Total Chaos. Hotguy has caused so much chaos that it only seems fitting. One citizen brought up the point of Hotguy having Vex Wings. I know Hotguy has vex wings. ‘Shame he didn’t match his wings. I feel like I also need to point out, they have the same hair colour. Remember, once you take off the glasses you are a completely different person.

Theory 4: Yes. It’s every Hermit EXCEPT Scar One theory that was brought up is that it's everyone but Scar. It would explain why Hotguy has changed targets AND has different ways of aiming. We have seen Scar in the same room as Hotguy, so it can’t be him. Hotguy changes height all the time, who knows what they are doing and who they are. Only the Hermits know.

Theory Number 5: ZloyXp Have you met Zloy? Zloy works their way around town convincing people to video for them but never videos Hotguy. ‘Seems suspicious, never getting the Recap team to video Hotguy. How strange. Also, a few of the team have said that Zloy is never at their desk when Hotguy is committing crimes too horrible to mention in this newspaper. Perhaps Zloy got tired of recapping everyone else’s story and is finally writing their own?

Theory Number 6: Scar is not Hotguy. Scar is not Hotguy. He never was. Have you met him? He is such a sweetheart, and a clutz. He always checks in on everyone, making sure they are ok after the villain tries to rip the server apart. A few Scarland residents saw him pick up a bow and almost drop it on his foot. Why would Scar attack his own residents? Scar wants Scarland to be the Happiest Place on the server and Hotguy is ruining that. Another thing is that he came second place in the beauty contest without campaigning. I do believe he was nominated as beauty of the heart. He has even started having Hotguy evacuation zones.

Decked Out 2 Workplace Conditions

By Nes

Spurred on by rumours of Decked Out 2 workers going without pay from their employer, Tango Tek, the Overseer launched an investigation into working conditions at the beloved minigame. Seven of the twenty workers currently employed at the site volunteered for an interview, with their answers bringing new light to the situation. However, it’s questionable if their answers quelled our worries or only made them worse.

Of the seven workers interviewed, none of them could confidently say they were officially employed by Tango Tek. The closest to a solid ‘Yes’ regarding being employed was from Golden Latina, stating “I would hope so, unless he thinks a ghost is working the effects. So, yes.” Other answers varied from definite no’s, to maybe’s and unsure’s. This raises many questions concerning if they’re entitled to payment seeing as they don’t seem to legally be employed at the location or by the owner.

Regardless of if they’re employed or not, it is important to note the conditions they are working under. While the majority of those interviewed said they made their own schedule, it seems the workers are just as obsessed with the game as their alleged boss. Of the seven interviewed, two said they had a good work-life balance, two would have good work-life balances if not for other duties outside of their alleged employment at Decked Out 2, and the remaining three could have a good balance if they weren’t workaholics. Despite the concerning lack of personal time outside of work, it does not appear to be an issue caused by the employer but rather the workers needing a lesson in self-care.

Returning to what spurred this research in the first place, and the answer all of Hermitcraft is hoping to be answered today, do the alleged Decked Out 2 Employees get paid? No. Of the seven I spoke with, zero were being paid, with four not minding the lack of payment. Shadowscome presented an interesting perspective on the lack of payment, discussing in length the logistics of being paid by the brokest man on the server. When asked if there were plans to acquire payment for their work, Shadow said this: “Tango would have to start charging a fee to play DO if he were to gather enough diamonds to pay us all... and that would make the game unfair, so I don't think so.” Another worker, RedFeather, commented that “The wranglers deserve hazard pay, at least…”

Not enough information was gathered to comment on the effects that lack of payment has had on employees outside of the workplace.

In conclusion, Decked Out 2 workers appear to have a friendly and tight-knit work environment. However, it’s questionable if the workers are even employed. Most agreed that Tango Tek is aware of their presence, but no official employee documentation has ever been signed or submitted. Due to this lack of official employment, it is debatable if the crew at Decked Out 2 is even eligible for pay, which is unfortunate considering the amount of work many have put in fixing redstone, building rooms, and caring for the ravagers and soon-to-be Wardens being housed at the minigame.

Ask The Seers

Needing lovelorn advice? Having nightmares you don't understand? Being followed by Horrors you cannot stand? Come tell The Seers Now, and take the weight off your shoulders! A burden is always light if it is carried by more people. Inquiries are accepted via the ask box and are collected every Monday!

Dear The Seers, Everyone wants to know, WHO are The Seers? - Inquisitive In Overseer HQ

Hey! I'm Seer Jester, she/it, plus neos to taste, and The Seers are... Well, let's find out, shall we? This'll be fun.

The Seers are visionaries who know the secrets you wanna keep hidden. And when we don't, we promise it's just a matter of time. You may call me Seer S, it/its pronouns, your local messenger.

Who are The Seers? Well, to be honest, we’re just a bunch of cryptic gossips. I’m Vindemiatrix, though you may call me Seer Vi, any and all pronouns. From my time working with Hermitcraft’s resident mad scientist (no, not that one, no not the other one, it’s Zedaph, for goodness sake) I’ve had to come up with my fair share of creative answers to strange problems. So if you want to hear all of your options, I’m your Seer.

The Seers are actually just four people not qualified for this job, which makes us the perfect people to have these positions. Me, personally? I’m Seer Nes. I go by She/They/He pronouns and am a master of terrible jokes, not having a sleep schedule, and not having a life. I will give you the worst advice possible, Hermits honour!

- The Seers

I fell down a hole Hi The Seers, I fell down a hole and was near the Perimeter. How do I get out of this situation? I was supposed to go the Beast #003 funeral. - Stuck In A Hole

Hi Stuck In A Hole, I have good news and bad news! Good news is you’ll still make it to Beast #003’s funeral, bad news is the only way out is via respawn so you too will be having a funeral very soon. Sorry about that! - The Seers

Dear Overseer, How does one deal with the shock of a fully formed building popping up overnight, right in your own backyard? - A Very Confused And Mildly Concerned Citizen

Dear Confused in Construction: Ah, just moved in? It can be disorienting at first to see your landscape changed so dramatically - but it's all part of the local charm! I would suggest watching the constructions during the timelapse - just look around when you hear the music - and then go poke around later and explore, get more familiar with this new structure in your environment. Pretty soon it'll feel like it was there all along! If it being right in your backyard is the issue, just work around it. Or move your house several blocks in any direction, if that's an option. Also, a fence around anywhere you wish to keep your own could help discourage people from placing structures in it, as (most?) builders will respect a clearly delineated claim. Best of luck! - The Seers

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Unfortunately, Decked Out’s Ravager #003 was tragically killed by Melody on April 21st as an act of self defense. The funeral will be hosted at the shopping district on Saturday the 29th. #003 was loved dearly by everyone at DO2, had the highest kill count out of all the ravagers, always had a braided tail, was a wonderful picnic guest when not committing murder, and was definitely a ravager!

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Fun and Games

And now some fun and games brought to you by Sirius for the crossword and wordsearch and Morph for the coloring page yet again, as well as Azure adding another coloring page as well!

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And that’s all for this issue folks! Thank you so much for reading, and have a wonderful week!

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smilingangel582 · 6 months

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Helloooo!! I love your blog! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee Wriothesley and ler lyney! Hehehe...

I feel like with Wriothesley's beefy body, it'll be fun to see him squirming, and with Lyney's delicate fingers, he can slip his hands and be a skillful ler heheheh... Give lyney a chance for revenge hehe~ Thank you in advance! Please no foot tickles...

Heey, thanks a bunch... I'm glad u enjoy it... I'm still inexperienced, but I can write anything u anons desire, and pls forgive me if i missed any requests

Plus, we all love this Grizzly -ahem, I mean Wriothesley... I might make it a switch because he's a total ler type to me, hehe... but mostly a lee type... so let's give Lyney baby a chance.

Warning spoilers alert for fontaine

For others - anyone who's not into friendly tickles... you can skip this fic... thank you

A very sweet revenge

Lyney's appearance to Wriothesley's office is a magnificent improvement. Every since the day he somewhat tickled the poor magician into tears, the boy naturally seemed indulged tk visit him more.

Although Wriothesley is aware of Lyney's ulterior motives... and he can't say he's not thrilled as he is curious about how Lyney would approach revenge.

Day three.

Lyney seems to show a lot of magic tricks and then entertain Wriothesley a lot, even Aether stopped by to say hello to him. The more the merrier and now its Day four...

Will today be the day?

"Oh my, you have a knack for card tricks, Mr. Lyney"

"Well I learnt from the best and you do seem capable yourself for your first time"

Wriothesley smiled warmly "Well I too learned from the best"

Hmm, the taller man glances at Lyney, still not seeing the trump card -well not the actual card but the motive.

"Well then... oopse!" Lyney drops his card suddenly and then attempts to reach it from Wriothesley side of the desk and the latter offered to get it for him.

Now it was the time...

It started with an abrupt wriggling of fingers, tiny and delicate fingers on Wriothesley's sides, startled by the electrifying shock... he stumbled away nearing hitting his head on the desk.

Never did he expected him to start so confidently. But he did expect the attack someday just... not right now.

"M-mr Lyney?"

"Hm... what's wrong your grace?" Lyney teases now further attacking his sides. Wriothesley suddenly feels a bubbly sound escape from his lips. Neither of them expected that but Lyney recovered from that quicker than the beholder of that beautiful laughter.

It's masculine and deeper, unlike lyney's high-pitched squeals (A/n: but trust me, I'm moved by how Wriothesley can laugh so cutely and manly at the same time...)

"Wahahahait ohohohone sehehehehecond hahahaa"

"Is the great Duke a little ticklish? Funny I never thought about that" he could definitely see Wriothesly slowly curling away, but Lyney is definitely agile with his reflexes, mostly as a bow user who's quick in action and had to work hard to make up for his smaller frame.

Honestly Wriothesley wanted Lyney to have his fun but genuinely he's sensitive around his ribs and thst definitely weakened him. Barking out another laugh when Lyney dug firmly into his ribs, gently but intentionally.

"Oh yes, the ribs..."

"Ohohokaahay ihihi cahahan sehee yoohohou ahahare ehehenjoying thihjhjs buhuhut you cahahan lehet mehehe goho knowhow!"

Sighing, Lyney seems to be controlling all the strings here "Your grace seriously, this is revenge so... you must be able to grant this wish for me, right?"

Groaning low giggles, of course he started the war... now he must have a taste of his own medicine. If Wriothesley is serious about breaking free he would have minutes ago but not wanting hurt Lyney he resorted to resist more... or partly he's somewhat noticed that Lyney is partially in control.

"HAHAHA AHAHALRIGHT! THAHATS IT!"

At that moment, Lyney's world flipped, and the larger man is on top and felt large but gentle fingers bury under his armpits.

Lyney squeaks. "Ack! Haha, noho fahahir gehe! Wriothesley!!"

Still panting while he tickled the smaller guy, he chuckles "Don't forget I also know your weakness, dear prisoner... no one punishes the duke"

"Wehehell thahahats conveniehehent! Ihihi wihihill dohoho whahahat ihihi wahahahant thank yohohou vehehery muhuhuch!" Lyney giggles and squirms but also reaching to tickle Wriothesley's ribs but instead reaching for his hips that sent the man suddenly bucking "What the???"

"Ah... that must be the... spot" breathing heavily Lyney begins to get his hips and Wriothesley feels the unbearable than his ribs, of course he may not process a lot of ticklishness like Lyney but he got a spot of two thst can drive him nuts.

"Ahaa alright trucehehe thehe teas gehehtting cohohold..."

Lyney stops now, his face flushed red, as similar as Wriothesley's and they both looked different from the position on the ground. Sighing now, Wriothesley gets up first helping Lyney, "Well I suppose you won this round..."

Breathing harder "Well... yh, uhu... I did... never... underestimate a magician"

Finishing his tea now, Wriothesly begins, "I dis expect your revenge, but the time was what had me on edge... I didn't expect that, at least..."

Lyney giggling "I'm glad I managed to take you down a peg... who knows maybe I can be the Duke next"

Frowning playfully, Wriothesly says, "Careful what you say, Mr. Lyney, I won't be letting go of this job any sooner..."

"Says the guy who called a truce for a little tickling." Lyney sticks his tongue, and that makes Wriothesley stand up, smirking. "Let me remind you... we can go for another round and clarify"

Lyney who hasn't been paying attention to his surroundings smirks as he looks away proudly "Please you gave up first I -eek! Hehehey!"

Lyney felt a pair of fingers grab his ribs and Wriothesley smirks "You were saying dear Mr. Lyney?"

Of course if it had been planned to tickle fight nkw, Lyneh might have snuck a few tickles like last time but he was caught off guard by the Dukes mischief directly close to his worst spot.

"So who's calling for a truce now huh?"

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything"

The curt voice of Chlorinde makes them both breakaway instantly. Lyney gets up and then chirps in his squeaky voice "pardon moi... ma cherie!" He leaves and Wriothesley remains there with her, slightly uneasy to have her find this situation.

Its incredible how she ignored it and said "Mind if we have some tea...?"

"Why sure dear Ms. Chlorind, with pleasure. " he chuckles now, finally starting his second tea part of the day, still remembering Lyney's sweet blush, similar to last time. But now he finds appeal in a teasing lyney as well...

#tickle fic #genshin impact #genshin impact tickle #lee!wriothesley #ler!lyney

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hanibalistic · 1 year

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RIBS | HWANG HYUNJIN. HAN JISUNG. LEE FELIX. KIM SEUNGMIN.

genre | fluff, angst, romance undertone, friendship au

synopsis | you’re the only friend i need.

word count | 10.4k +

warning | mentions of depression/depressive episodes / physics is not realistic here.

note | i could have finished this better but i’m no longer sad.

Felix was the only person who could drag you out of bed.

Hyunjin was swinging the car key around his index finger when he saw aggressive slaps of footsteps echoing from far away—a pair of sandals and a pair of sneakers. The window rolled down behind him, causing him to jump from where he was leaning. Seungmin clicked his tongue when he caught sight of the disbelieving glare Hyunjin threw for his carelessness, not because he thought Hyunjin was being dramatic but because he had rolled down the window on purpose.

“Good grieve, they can run louder,” Seungmin muttered sarcastically as he peeked over the window in search of two approaching persons.

Jisung chuckled from the car top, which Hyunjin had repeatedly nagged him to get off because the car was taken without permission from Hyunjin’s mother. He remained seated on it, though, cross-legged with his metal rings laid out after the boredom ensued from Felix taking longer than expected to get you out of your bed. He almost thought he would have to go home empty-handed.

“I’m just surprised they got out of bed at all,” Hyunjin said as he casually threw the car key straight upward. He caught it without looking, his fingers gripping the key, as he watched you and Felix emerge from the parking lot entrance in an unnecessary rush.

When you and Felix came to an abrupt stop before the car, the first thing both of you did was pant and catch your breaths. Cold air knocked the chills out of your lungs, and as you stared at your shivering shadow on the ground, you wondered why you let Felix convince you to go out this late at night in the first place.

He was the only person who could have gotten you out of bed during a depressive episode, and everybody knew that. Despite not being the closest to you in the friend group, if one could argue that there are even smaller cliques within a group of friends, he was somehow the only person who could motivate you to go above and beyond for a cause you knew nothing of. It has happened on multiple occasions, most disasters, but you cave into him every single time.

Such as the time he convinced you to fulfill the cast requirement for an indie theatre competition being hosted in the public library at night. It sounded like an embarrassing activity to take part in, and it was! If you guys had won, at least you could brag about it, but you did not, even though you could tell your team put in the most effort in the acting. Felix had not been dejected at all after the failure. He took you out for ice cream after bidding his theatre acquaintance farewell.

Or when Jisung wanted to take a trip to the train track for some edgy, deep thinking. Felix made you join them because he thought the more, the merrier. Also, Hyunjin had a midterm to study for, and Seungmin simply could not be bothered to put himself in that kind of stupid danger, where you lay down near the railroad to feel the tremor of the ground when the train drives past. Felix lay with you and Jisung on the other side of the tracks; he held your hand and reminded you to retreat your feet.

You supposed this time was no different. Your spontaneous friends have concocted a mysterious plan in which someone required all of you to participate. Felix was appointed the designated sad person retriever because you would have refused if anyone else had done it.

You had been on your usual spot on the bed, your head on a giant marshmallow plushie and your legs tucked and bent. Felix had, as usual, whenever you were going through a depressive episode, knelt before where you permanently stayed for weeks to talk to you face-to-face. It could be his gentle disposition. It could be his deep and coaxing voice, it could even be his comforting touch and firm promises to shield your potential discomfort once you are out into the cold, cold world.

It could be everything above. Or, it could just be that Felix was your friend, and despite his tendency for chaos, he has never once let you down.

You let him bring you out of your bed, and you two ran a few blocks down from the residential area of student dorm houses to the campus parking lot, where the rest of your friends were waiting for you. Regret filled your mind in trailing fog as you took uncomfortable deep breaths to steady your agitated body, courtesy of Felix’s athletic speed and inconsideration. You have not run this quickly for so long that this short run was enough to cause you to hyperventilate.

Jisung watched you with the chilly air piercing through the fabric of his jacket. Felix must not have given you time to prepare yourself because you arrived in your warm pajamas that no longer retained the heat of your room. The division from your exhausted body would soon fade as you begin slowing down, and the cold would hit you like icicles. He frowned in concern as he pulled at the hem of his sleeve before making up his mind.

He hopped down the car top, earning a warning whine from Hyunjin and an unnoticed wince from Seungmin inside the car. As he made his way around to approach you, he took his jacket off clumsily, leaving his toned arms out in the open. Goosebumps lined up his arms in the cold, but he still handed you his jacket with a hum of acknowledgment that he did not mind borrowing it to you.

“Thank you, Jisung,” you muttered as you pulled it over your head. It faintly smelt like him, like vanilla wood and cedar rain, but you were cooped up inside the house and were too far away to be engulfed by the fragrance.

“Don’t worry about it.” He waved at you dismissively before shoving his hands in his pockets. He strained and flexed his arms against the cold, finally realizing how cold the night really was. He looked at Felix with a disapproving smile of curiosity and asked a question to distract himself. “Why did you rush to get them here? We’re not operating on a deadline.”

“Oh yeah, I was gonna ask the same thing!” Seungmin said without trying to make himself more audible from behind a half-opened window. He was lazily peering at all of you outside from the car, his head rolled to the side and shaded over by the shadow. Only one of his dark brown eyes was colored by the fluorescent parking lot light.

Felix tilted his head in visible confusion. His brows furrowed with a knit to the middle before they relaxed, but his eyes remained faulty and questioning as he pulled his phone out from his jean pocket. He briefly informed himself of the time—it was midnight—and waved his phone in the air. “Were we not operating on a deadline? I thought Minho said he would only wait for five minutes by the peak, or he’s leaving without the shopping cart.”

You narrowed your eyes. A shopping cart? What kind of friend-group activity have these boys cooked up this time?

Your initial guess was that they had asked Minho, who worked the night shift at the local supermarket, to stall the end of his day so all of you could take a stroll around an empty supermarket.

It was one of the activities on Hyunjin and Seungmin’s bucket lists, both of them wanted to make it a practice for their photography hobby. Jisung likely agreed because the occurrence was aesthetic enough to be an inspiration for his music production hobby. Felix would join anything his friends were part of.

Minho may seem stoic and a self-benefitting opportunist, and he ultimately was a stoic and self-benefitting opportunist. There was no denying his priorities—himself and his loved ones—and his ability always to put the list first. But he was neither cruel nor selfish, and he could read situations like a hawk. He knew Jisung well, and through Jisung he knew you, somewhat. He may scoff at the idea of discreetly keeping the store open way after its closing time, but his heart was soft enough to do it if it meant you kids could have some time to relax through the painful university scheme.

But the supermarket was nowhere near the peak. The peak was up on the mountain top, and from what you knew, it was a place for athletic and optimistic people. It was a place of morning jogs and weekend hikes. Occasionally, beautiful girls and boys bring a picnic basket and knitted blanket uphill to take pictures. Then they promptly leave the hot sunny sky that juxtaposed the eternal chilly weather.

Neither you nor Jisung has the stamina or desire to hike up a mountain just to see an empty grass field on top. Hyunjin may have earned his license, but the narrow and rocky drive uphill always frightened him into being paranoid that an accident was bound to happen. Seungmin never indulged in sports and the pretentious fantasy of taking pictures for life validation. Felix only needed to experience the peak once, and that was enough for him.

The mountain was not a place for any of you, and it was nowhere near the supermarket.

“What did you guys plan?” You questioned before anyone could react to Felix’s concern about timeliness.

The boys exchanged glances, communicating only with their eyes and silently reaching an agreement. They had chosen to refrain from telling you anything about this meeting; its date and time, activity and purpose, location and route. It wasn’t hard to keep it a secret anyway. You had refused to meet and talk to anybody the past few weeks because of your depressive mood. But they made sure Felix would not disclose anything so you wouldn’t catch on that they went through all the trouble just to, hopefully, make you feel better.

For the operation to go smoothly, it would probably be best to keep every aspect of it a secret until everything they planned was carried out.

“You’ll see when we get there!” Felix replied with a chirp before he returned to the others. He frowned. “I swear Minho told us not to be late.”

“He did. We’re just not going to care,” Hyunjin said as he pushed himself off the car door. He unlocked the vehicle and opened the door to the driver’s seat. He got in carefully, his action contrasting his words, and as he slammed the door shut, he said, “What is he gonna do? Leave with the shopping cart? He’s not the type of person to do something like that.”

Felix hummed in dissatisfaction for a little before he shrugged, outrageously quick to come to terms with Minho’s free time could be exhausted and exploited in this situation. You watched as he walked around the car to the other side and got in, scooting himself to the middle seat. Through the window, you caught Seungmin kicking the driver’s seat after Hyunjin carelessly adjusted it back to accommodate his long legs.

Jisung stifled a chuckle when he saw the smirk on your face upon Seungmin and Hyunjin’s ceaseless banter. It was good to see you smile.

He had been so busy juggling his course credit internship and other class work that he barely got the time to pay you a visit or two during a much-needed time. He often thought about it, even though he knew his visit would remain outside your bedroom door where all he could do was knock, get rejected, and bid you goodbye.

But he thought it would do you good to know that someone is waiting for you outside your cocoon. He thought it would be nice for you to know that someone is waiting for you to take the time you need to leave your shell. So, supposed his visit was less of a visit and more of a reminder, where he would act as a memo paper stuck to the outside of your door, and you would only see it once every two weeks.

“Get in the car, you dimwits!” Seungmin called from the window after his eyes darted between Jisung, who was staring at you, to you. “Minho might just leave if we’re too late!”

Jisung perked up at Seungmin’s urge. It seemed that Seungmin successfully made Hyunjin pull his seat a few inches forward because Hyunjin looked rather irritated, but he still could not hide his humorous smirk from hearing what Seungmin said to both you and Jisung. Felix frowned in dismay but said nothing as he relaxed against the seat, catching a faint shut-eye.

“I’m riding shotgun,” Jisung announced as he jogged over to the other side of the car.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “No one’s fighting for the seat.”

“Okay?” Jisung ducked his head as he got into the car. “I still like to call it.”

Before Jisung sat down comfortably on the seat, he shoved away the mess Hyunjin carelessly placed on top. There was a box of tissue paper, a plastic water bottle, a round soap dispenser replaced with alcohol, and an opened zip-loc bag of face masks. It was all a concerned mother’s doing; Hyunjin’s mother always needed to have everything in the car for emergencies that never happened. It was bothersome, but only Hyunjin was allowed to say anything about it.

The only time any of you spoke up about the hoarded mess was when a water bottle had unknowingly rolled beneath the seats to the front, almost obstructing the way of the brake pad, when you all were hitching a ride to the night market on a summer Saturday night. Hyunjin’s mother had been very laid-back about it despite her paranoia about everything else. The fact that she allowed an additional person in the car (you had to squeeze between Felix and Seungmin and ended up sitting on half of Seungmin’s thigh) was a call for her lack of strictness.

“Ah–Jisung!” Felix whined when Jisung began throwing everything in the back seat.

You retreated your feet just in time before the dispenser could hit it. You clicked your tongue in agreement with Felix and Seungmin’s annoyance that Jisung’s solution to cleaning the mess was to dump it over to where you three sat. You helped pick up the hand sanitizer and water bottle, and you stuffed them into the side container that could barely fit the two items. Felix picked up the fallen masks and dropped them on Seungmin’s lap, and Seungmin picked up the tissue box so he could aim it at Jisung’s content face.

Hyunjin almost choked on the drink when Jisung got hit square on his temple with the corner of the tissue box. The offended whine that came out of Jisung was enough to cover the sound of the engine starting. As the car began to roll out of the campus parking lot, Jisung decided to stay still and keep the tissue box neatly on his lap.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, Hyunjin caught you staring outside the window at the passing street lights and bushes. There was neither a car nor a human in sight, but he knew you rarely looked for things to observe. Your mind has a castle of its own that changes according to your feelings and moods, that inside place of yours was enough of a worry.

Sometimes the walls are thick and impenetrable; the only way in is a secret door you must bloody your nails to find. Sometimes the double doors are open, but the bridge to cross the river stay uncooperative. Sometimes the river turns into an ocean with bodies sunk beneath. Sometimes the vines you grew and nurtured surround the castle walls like a prison. Sometimes the bridge is the remains of fire and ashes, but you stand looking across for people because the doors to the castle are locked.

Sometimes there are flowers and butterflies around. Sometimes it looks like a princess’s castle, with dreamy pink hues and soft sugarful doorknobs. Sometimes he gets to roam the grand halls like he lived in them and gets his own room with blank canvas and only the best quality paint made out of fresh fruits. Sometimes he gets to pick up a hammer and paint roller to fix the holes around the castle. Sometimes you ask him for help.

Hyunjin loved whatever state your castle could be in, even though he rarely knew the truth about it. Enough to stand on the other side of the bridge for a millennia, waiting for the wood to regrow into itself. Enough to drive up the dark, winding road uphill so he could bring you to see and do something that would hopefully make you feel better.

Without slowing the speed down, he reached down to grab the drink from the holder and took a sip. Then he raised the cup slightly and gestured it behind by shaking the cup, rattling the ice cubs inside. Everyone turned to him as if he had rung the bell of attention, and he asked, “Do you want a sip, [Name]?”

“What’d you get?” Felix asked, both for himself and for you.

“Ceylon milk tea. I got it from the local Taiwanese restaurant. For some reason, they’re selling Hong Kong style milk tea there,” Hyunjin replied as he reached behind for Felix to take the drink from his hand. “But it’s good. I thought you might like it.”

Felix raised his brow after he took a short sip. The moment the taste stained the tip of his tongue, he decided it was not for him. It wasn’t entirely bitter, but certainly the bitter taste did not overwhelm the subtle and traditional sweetness of a milk tea, which was that there were more tea and less milk and sugar. Dramatically pulling away from the drink, he nudged it to your side and you took it from his hand.

Hyunjin did not catch your grimace when you tried a sip. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly what you would like either. Like Felix, you also thought there was an imbalance of the bitter tea and the sweet milk, where while the tea did not greatly overwhelm, it did stand out like a sore ingredient. You sipped one gulp after another, distaste forming in your brain but your hand wouldn’t stop bringing the straw to your lips. You needed something to drink, and you would drink anything before you picked up a water bottle.

“Hey, Lix,” you whispered with your head leaned close to his.

Felix moved toward you, but his eyes remained straight at the road illuminated by the headlights. “Hmm?”

“What are we doing?” You asked discreetly.

“Hmm…” Felix feigned thoughtfulness for a little. It felt like he was going to tell you what they had planned up at the peak until his face busted into a sly smile. He nudged your shoulder; he could already see you roll your eyes from his smile. Feeling playful as he would, he quietly said in a sing-song voice, “I’m not telling you! You’ll see when we get up there!”

You scoffed, taking another sip of the drink and realizing that your tongue and teeth must be stained the same dirty orange hue of the milk tea. You unconsciously ran your tongue over the front row of your teeth then, the way your lips pulled into a thin line conveniently acted as a displeased grimace. You looked out the car window and saw a pit of darkness with outlines of trees. Hyunjin was making his way uphill slowly; you chose not to comment on it.

“Is this your idea?” You added then, still questioning him despite knowing he might not answer you. “You better not have planned something atrocious!”

He gasped in disbelief, if disbelief has ever been paired with the joy of mischief. “Oh, come on! What do you take me for?”

His smile flattened when you stared at him with obvious disdain. Asking that question at this moment was nothing but a plea for insults. For a moment, you genuinely would not put it past him not to figure that social cue out. Your judgemental gaze was hollow and lacked substance because it wasn’t real, and Felix knew that. He returned your gaze with deadpan; he did not need you to answer, actually. His response was just something he could say in lieu of having to reject your question again.

“I didn’t plan this,” he answered eventually. “Jisung had the idea, and Seungmin figured all the logistics out.”

“I would say you’d be thanking me after all of this is over, but I highly doubt it,” Seungmin chimed in when he saw fit. He leaned his head forward so Felix’s voluminous hair (that, funnily, did not exist this morning) would stop blocking your view of him. He looked at you with his usual deadpan, exhausted eyes. You instantly knew he was roped into this through incessant annoyance. “Jisung’s idea is outrageously bad. I’m actually surprised his creativity can stoop even lower on the safety department.”

“Hey! I’m right here!” Jisung yelled, whipping around to direct his defence at Seungmin.

Hyunjin jumped at the noise that blasted right by his ear. Not to mention Jisung has been unmoving the entire ride, he assumed the short boy had fallen asleep. The sudden drastic movement sure jolted Hyunjin out of his fearful trance of driving on the narrow road of the hill. The car remained steady under his hands, fortunately. But still, he turned to glare briefly at Jisung, his eyes wide with warning.

“What are you looking at me for? Keep your eyes on the road!” Jisung retorted to Hyunjin’s unspoken words, his accusing finger having a field day in the air. The only thing missing from his aggressive performance was him waving the tissue box around.

Hyunjin clicked his tongue. His fingers gripped the steering wheel and shifted the car's direction accordingly as he spared short glances ahead. “I was gonna say don’t scream like that. It scares me, and I might run us off the road!”

“You’re gonna end up running off the road if you don’t stop looking at Jisung anyway,” Seungmin pointed out from the back.

“I still have a bone to pick with you, Kim Seungmin!” Jisung exclaimed as he dramatically turned around to face Seungmin. “I haven’t forgotten what you said about my plan!”

“What the hell did I just say about yelling when I’m driving!” Hyunjin gritted out before muttering faint profanities under his breath, his eyes finally settling longer on the path.

You, having seen Hyunjin jump at Jisung’s sheer volume, furrowed your brows and kicked the seat in front of you. Jisung shifted his focus from Hyunjin to you, his eyes wide with betrayal, and all you did was mouth at him to stop being so loud. Jisung pulled a face at you, but then he strangled out a defeated noise from his throat that mimicked the noise a child would make during a temper tantrum.

He would say something to pick a never-ending petty fight, but not when you were in the emotional state that got all of you here in the first place. You may not be in that place at this moment, as your friends surrounded you, and you seemed reasonably decent. Jisung just has no plans of upsetting you even by one-half of an inch, so he settled with a disheartened frown. He crossed his arms and slumped against the passenger seat.

The car was quiet again, saved for the tires rolling over tiny rocks on the soiled ground and the unknown bumping of the car as it drove on the narrow road. The previous tension soothed out quickly, leaving all of your attention on the scenery out the window, which was not much to see. Your hand, which was holding the drink, slowly fell against your lap. You ended up shifting the drink between your thighs so your hands could be freed to do whatever else they wouldn’t.

Your sight could barely travel far enough between the gaps of trees, and the restriction of the car window blocked you from seeing much of the sky. It was a never-ending road ahead illuminated by the headlights, which dimmed the actual color of its surrounding. The fog was either gathering or scattering the higher up you guys went; you could not be sure with the headlights and the dark night creating illusions in the air.

One thing you could see for sure was that a car was parked not too far ahead.

Hyunjin’s brows furrowed, and his head lightly raised from his fist that was propped up on the window pane. Jisung audibly questioned when he, too, noticed the familiar car parked in the middle of the road. When the car rolled to a careful stop, the three of you from the back seat decided to raise your concerns and leaned forward to catch a better glimpse of the blockage.

“Who parks their car slap in the middle?” Hyunjin muttered under his breath as he released his seat belt, but he made no attempt to leave the car. “A damn nuisance.”

“Maybe we aren’t allowed to head up the peak today?” Felix suggested, tilting his head as he squinted his eyes at the car. He could not recognize the license plate, not that he could for anyone’s car, anyway.

“Only the police can enforce that rule, and as I see it–“ Seungmin pulled a face of inconvenience, “that’s not a police car.”

“We should go check it out,” Jisung said with a shrug, then he eyed Hyunjin and nudged his chin toward the front. “Hyunjin, you go first. I’ll cover for you.”

You and Felix both hummed and shook your head in disagreement. Seungmin said nothing as he busied himself with accessing the situation more meticulously, such as trying to recognize the car itself or even the license plate. You guys lived in a small town, and the peak wasn’t a place tourists would pick. While not everyone knew everyone well, Seungmin thought he should still remember if he’d seen a certain vehicle driving around before.

He really doubted anything bad would happen.

“You’re so damn stupid, Jisung,” Hyunjin stated calmly, as if Jisung should already know his insult as a fact and should no longer be offended by it. “I thought you watch a lot of horror movies? Indulging suspicious situation is always the least intelligent thing to do.”

Jisung threw the tissue box on Hyunjin’s lap on impulse, clearly fed up. He hastily unbuckled his seat belt, strings of colorful profanity not even you have heard of on the ludicrous side of the internet—which was basically all the sides of it—leaving his mouth like soft bullets without a clear target. He spared a glare at all of you and scoffed. “If I get attacked by a stranger, it’s on all of you!”

He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. He opened it again a second later and poked his head in. He met eyes with you and quickly clarified, “Excluding you, [Name]. But the rest of you, hmph!” The door was slammed close again, much to Hyunjin’s dismay.

You stared at Jisung’s back as he marched forward to the car. His body shivered from the cold, which he unknowingly masked away through the angry stomps of his feet and possibly his fed-up annoyance toward everyone (excluding you, as he would clarify). You played with the hem of his jacket sleeve, feeling a sudden sense of guilt that you were sure your friends did not share.

Throwing derogatory statements around was not extraordinary. Spending years together has created a thoughtful list of what can be said and what would cross the line; of course, the only way to know what could be too far was that the line has been crossed in the past because rarely would anyone verbalize their specific boundaries until it has been breached. All five of you knew each other well enough to recall the list like the blemish on your backs.

Jisung lacking situational intelligence, Hyunjin being a lanky beanpole, Seungmin completely missing the humanistic point in every conversation, Felix sounding like classic but terrible soap opera stars with his weird accent, and you inherited not a single good gene from your parents. Were there things hurtful? Yes. Were they hurtful in the circumstance of your friendship? No, because it wasn’t true.

Jisung did not, in fact, lack situational intelligence. If anything, he may subtly be the best at reading a room. Hyunjin being a lanky beanpole was just another way to say he’s tall and lean, which has no true negative connotation behind it. Seungmin was, actually, almost always right about everything, and he almost always takes the best route. Felix—well, yeah, his was more of a joke than an insult, really, and he never minded it. You hated your parents! Of course, you didn’t inherit a single good gene. There is none to inherit!

Calling Jisung ‘stupid,’ or at least not defending him when it was done, was not why you felt guilty. It was because his jacket was on your back, he got out the car in shivering cold, and none of you decided to follow him just for an accompany. You sighed in defeat to yourself as you moved away from the window and turned to Felix. You made him hold the milk tea before unbuckling your seat belt and leaving the car.

“Jisung!” You called as you jogged up to him, who was already beside the car.

When you made it to where he stood, you found him already engaged in a conversation with somebody else. You side-stepped from behind him and poked your head over his shoulder, immediately recognizing the cart from the local supermarket and, standing behind it with his arms crossed before his chest, Minho.

Minho paused mid-sentence when he noticed your presence. He quietly acknowledged your presence by scanning you up and down. He pieced two and two together immediately; Jisung did bring something to keep himself warm, but the clothing was just not on himself anymore. And you were in a surprisingly minimal amount of fabric; he assumed you came straight from home. You would have been colder than Jisung would be. The boy made a selfless call.

Minho’s annoyance clearly faded into his furrowed brows and relaxed shoulders as he began reasoning with himself on whether it was fair to be irritated with you all. He concluded that it was fair: he ended his shift late, he stole company property, he had to wait for you all to be done with whatever it was so he could return said property, and his father’s van (which he borrowed to fit the shopping cart) broke down before reaching the peak.

Minho was beyond annoyed. He could have been home, doused himself with hot water and a nice body wash, and spent some time playing with his beloved cats. But no, Jisung and friends were about to do something very important. Jisung and friends needed to—Minho eyed you pointedly—cheer one of their friends up from a depressive episode.

The feeling of unfairness could only go so far until it reached a roadblock, and then it was altruism and the guilt for not wanting to enact it. What could he do? Deny Jisung’s request? Tell your friends that it wasn’t a big deal because everyone gets upset once in a while? Look at the kid in town he watched growing up turn from just being shy to, on occasion, dangerously miserable, and tell himself it was none of his business?

“Get Hyunjin out here, I need his car to help jump-start mine,” Minho said.

“It is technically his mom’s car,” Jisung clarified.

Minho grimaced with nonchalance. “She can take it up with him.” He said as he went toward the other side of the car, presumably getting the necessary tools from the trunk.

You turned around wordlessly and moved into everyone’s line of sight. Hyunjin raised his brows at you questioningly from behind the wheel, his head still propped up on the base of his palm. The two at the back poked their head over to the front. You beckoned them over, mouthing at them to get out of the car. It took a short moment of confusion and you waving your hand more aggressively before Hyunjin took the initiative to leave the car. The rest followed him.

It took Hyunjin a few big strides to make his way to you. He stopped promptly behind you, and his torso leaned slightly to the side as his eyes adjusted to the dark atmosphere. Minho was already out of sight by the time you all gathered by the front of the van, leaving only the shopping cart to signify his supposed arrival.

Felix furrowed his brows at the sole existence of the shopping cart and looked around the area. “Where is Minho?” He asked. “Also, I don’t remember his car being a van.”

“It’s his dad’s,” Jisung replied as he moved around the shopping cart and curled his fingers around the handle. He pushed it forward, away from the van's headlights and into a darker spot, and he looked back at all of you. “It was the only thing big enough to hold the shopping cart.”

“Must be a hassle for him,” Seungmin muttered with no remorse. Minho agreed to do this after he clarified with detail what Jisung initially told him about this plan. Sympathy and gratitude should be given where it is due; this was not one of those times. Arching his neck slightly to look at the top of the mountain, which was their supposed meeting destination, Seungmin added, “He didn’t even make it up to the peak.”

“His car broke down,” Hyunjin guessed before walking to where the shopping cart was. He took some time to glance down the road further uphill and found that there wasn’t much he could see with everything being so dark. The city light did not travel here. “We’ll just walk. It’s not that far up ahead.”

You perked up when Hyunjin suddenly beckoned you toward him. You tilted your head in question but listened nonetheless. Seungmin followed behind you, leaving a baffled Felix behind.

“Hello? Is nobody curious about Minho’s whereabouts?” Felix mused incredulously under his breath, but upon not wanting to be left alone, he jogged up to the rest of you.

“He’s probably getting tools to fix the car,” Jisung mentioned off-handedly while listening to Hyunjin’s instruction to keep the cart steady. “He said he needed to jump-start it.”

Seungmin hummed in thought, then he huffed out a sardonic laugh and peeped at Hyunjin, who was busy helping you into the shopping cart. Hyunjin did not notice the attention given to him. He kept his grip firm around the sides of your waist and hoisted you upward, slowly dropping you into the cart before you adjusted your position against the cold metal cage. Seungmin pursed his lips slightly then, mildly intrigued at this decision.

“Didn’t you just say it’s not a long walk up,” Seungmin pointed out to Hyunjin without verbalizing his point.

You watched quietly with a smile as Hyunjin scoffed with an eye roll. There was no intention to answer the question, and you knew Seungmin wasn’t really bothered about whether you would walk up to the peak. It was just a petty fight to pick, something he could say to dampen the mood in a friendly manner. Felix even cordially shoved the both of them and offered to join you in the cart to add to the weight.

“Hyunjin!” Minho’s call hit right when you guys were about to depart uphill. He appeared from the side of the van with jumper cables in his hands. He knocked on the van with his knuckles to get himself attention, as if his voice wasn’t loud enough to jolt everyone out of their little bubble. “I need to jump-start my car. Can you lift the hood?”

Hyunjin exhaled incredulously, his face scrunched in disbelief as he gestured toward the van and his mother’s car. “What are you talking about? I never said I was going to help you with it,” he argued, but his feet moved as if he was ready to help. Or he could just be getting closer to continue the disagreement in a corner. “How are you even going to do that? You would need to turn the car around, your cables aren’t long enough.”

“He scared me,” Felix muttered with a sigh. He placed a hand on his heart, then two fingers at the base of his jaw to feel his pulse. When you laughed, he glared childishly at you. “Don’t laugh! He came out of nowhere!”

“And he’s stirring up trouble,” Seungmin chimed in with a grimace, his eyes focused on where Hyunjin went off to.

Jisung turned his head to look over his shoulder. He could not see where the two had gone off to, but he could hear them throwing words at each other. He did not understand those vehicular terms well, but he supposed he did not need to sense that an argument was brewing. Looking away to Seungmin, Jisung grabbed his friend’s attention with a soft yell before tapping the shopping cart's handle welcomingly.

“I’ll handle them,” Jisung said. “Just head up there. We’ll catch up. And watch the cart, it’s a bit heavy–ow! Ow! I didn’t mean you!” He panicked when you reached up to pinch his forearm, one leg stomping against the ground while he made no genuine attempt to remove himself from the pain.

Seeing that time was being stalled, Seungmin ushered Jisung away while muttering words of dismissive annoyance, his lips pulled into a constant grimace. Jisung clicked his tongue and retaliated by throwing air punches, but he soon left to deal with the hollering voices by the cars. Seungmin returned to you and Felix, his hands curled around the handle before he scoffed.

“He walked right into that one,” Seungmin commented as he began to walk uphill. Felix followed along with a faint giggle.

You laughed with him as you leaned your back against his direction and relaxed. “He did.”

Then it was quiet, again, like the norm between friends.

Felix had not attempted to help Seungmin push the cart uphill; Seungmin did not look like he was struggling, and the slope was not so great that walking up itself would be troublesome. The rusty turns of the mini wheels proved the old age of the shopping cart. The squeak with every other full turn blended in harmoniously with the nighttime chirps, and soon enough, you found out you could no longer hear the voices of Hyunjin and Minho.

The air was cold, cold enough for your lips to turn frosty and dry. You wrapped Jisung’s jacket closer around you and rubbed your hands together. Mindlessly as you blew air at your palms, you glanced up at the night sky and remembered that you were under one. The visibility of the stars from up the mountain surprised you, and there didn’t look to be any clouds of a different shade than the gentle dark sky.

Turning your head, you looked to the sky's left and right side of the sky, unsure whether they were East and West. It was a big blanket blue; dark enough to be black but not dark enough to rid itself of its morning colors. You switched your position so you could better stare upward, which had you slumping lower on the cart and leaning the side of your head against the back of Seungmin’s palm.

You didn’t even notice that he wasn’t holding onto the handle anymore and was instead leaning against it. The air was icy cold, but his hand was warm.

Seungmin briefly glanced at you when he felt the tickle of your hair against his skin. You spared him no mind, your eyes focused on the night sky he so often sees. He could barely see your features, but he supposed there must be a childlike glow on your face with how long you stared at the sky, as if it was a foreign object of fascination and not an exiting ceiling of the world.

Seungmin softened at the thought. He liked it when you had no anger and no grudge. He liked it when there was nothing to pressure you into a certain expectation. He liked it when you got to dangle your legs on the edge in relaxation. This was how the world should be like for you, and through that, how he thought the world was all it was for him.

He had always prided himself in his logic and truths, but most importantly, it was how he could deter himself from it. Nothing about what he was doing was good for him; he could be resting at home under warm covers, except he was at the peak without his parent's knowledge. But then his world became more than just picking the best option or knowing the right thing. The world became more than just from life til death but every moment in between.

This was what it’s all about to Seungmin, perhaps. Sneaking out of home to execute a illogical plan of cheering up someone in a bad place. Pushing a stolen shopping cart uphill and letting his friend lean their cheek on his hand as they stare at the stars, and he says nothing because his friend is not angry anymore. Basking in solace because he likes it when his friend can finally rest their head.

It had always just been about that.

“Here we are,” Seungmin announced when you three reached the peak.

You looked away from the sky and forward. There was a bit of ground before the peak reached a downward slope. Seungmin pushed the cart closer to the edge where the slide began and stopped. Curiously, you raised your head to check out the scenery. There was a straight path downhill to a cliff of some sort. You could not be sure. Trees were growing from below, and the ground may not be too far down as the trees way below the tip of their growth.

The path was singled out by the grass fields surrounding it, which you assumed meant people had walked down this slope toward the cliff before. Perhaps it was just a short jump down? You had no intention of finding that out. Moving your eyes away from far ahead, you noticed something lodged at the cliff's edge that stood out to you. It was a wooden board, possibly bigger than the wheels of the shopping cart but not too big that it would be noticeable to someone not paying attention.

“It’s so dark out here,” Felix muttered as he looked around the area.

It wasn’t eerie, per se. One might think so if they were afraid of the dark, but Felix wasn’t that kind of person. He was cautious but not necessarily scared, primarily due to him not believing in the supernatural.

“Yeah, it’s nighttime,” Seungmin responded. “It tends to get dark outside.”

“Have you ever, just, not said anything?” Felix asked with a bitter smile upon Seungmin’s sarcastic remark, and he felt a sudden surge of irritation when Seungmin decided to stay silent as a response.

“Hey, you guys,” you called as you turned around to face your two friends, completely disregarding the tension in the air. “Do you guys see that thing over there by the cliff? The super small wooden sign thing.”

Felix relaxed and checked out the way your finger was pointed. He squinted his eyes to see better before he giggled in realization. “Oh, that! Yeah, I see it!”

“You see it?” You questioned with a scoff. “You sounded like you knew it.”

“I–what?” Felix huffed out a laugh discreetly, then he waved his hand and shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

Seungmin rolled his eyes at Felix’s obliviousness. Felix had done the most part in keeping this operation a secret, but he was still careless. It wasn’t such a big deal. They just decided to keep everything a secret until last minute just in case you could give their idea an immediate rejection, which Seungmin guessed you would. Either way, Seungmin couldn’t even find it in himself to blame Felix. Who would have thought you would pick up on how Felix laughed at your question? Certainly not either of them.

“We asked Chan to put it there this evening because he was usually close by at that time,” Seungmin informed. He looked like he was debating himself for a moment before he added, “It was part of the plan Jisung made.”

You hummed knowingly and returned to the wooden sign. You wondered what it could possibly do there.

It simply looked like a blocking sign that would be too easy to avoid. Was it to block you guys from falling off the cliff? If so, why did they not just plan something farther away from the slope? Besides, you did not think any of you would be clumsy enough to roll down a hill! A wooden sign like that could not have been for a blockage! But what else could it be for?

“What is the plan?” You asked again, this time looking solely at Seungmin. “I asked Felix before, but he wouldn’t tell me.”

“That’s because we all collectively decided not to,” Seungmin said. “I mentioned you might not like the plan we have for you. I meant that.”

You sat up on the cart before slowly getting onto your knees. You faced Seungmin, your torso leaned forward as if to intimidate him with the proximity, but he made no attempt to remove himself from the space you intruded in. Calmness took over his expression despite your relentless stare. He has no intention to tell you right now when you could very well up and leave the scene. Then they would have done all of this for nothing.

Felix was frowning at the side while he watched the two of you stare at each other in silence. He has had this unshakable thought that he was being ignored since Hyunjin stopped the car in front of Minho’s van. Things may have been more hectic than needed, and he was being relatively quiet, but wasn’t this a little too much? It happened when Hyunjin was busy hoisting you into the shopping cart, and just then when you leaned on Seungmin’s hand to gaze at the sky, and now!

No. He was not overreacting! He has been standing obediently on the side the whole time! Has the narrator of this story forgotten about him?

“What the hell are you two doing?” Felix asked lowly after he approached you and Seungmin and placed his head between the space of your faces. He side-eyed both of you with judgemental confusion before he leaned away and scoffed, “I’m not here to third wheel.”

“You’re one to talk. This is happening because of you!” Seungmin said.

“How is this happening because of me?” Felix retorted with his hands raised in mock defense. He dropped his arms and placed his hands on his hips, and his eyes squinted in motherly disagreement. “Honestly, is it really that big a deal to tell them? It’s about to happen anyway.”

“What is about to happen, Lix?”

“Oh, an endearment!” Seungmin let out a breathy giggle that was painfully sarcastic. “But no, you are the third wheel.”

You glared at Seungmin for chiming in the conversation without an answer to your much-asked question. You found Felix pursing his lips in thought, possibly thinking whether he wanted to tell you what Jisung had planned or how to tell you what they planned to do. He gave it a moment before he shrugged to himself and approached the handle of the cart so he could better point you toward a direction.

“See over the cliff?” He asked with a jab of his finger. When you nodded, he continued, “It’s not a cliff, actually. It’s just a small drop down. You can jump if you’re brave enough. It’s not that big a deal. But, here’s the thing!” He moved forward and gestured down the slope leading toward the edge. “The slope is steep enough that if you speed down and jump, the momentum will push you high enough to see over the trees.”

“That’s not–“ Seungmin hummed from behind you, “that’s not really it.”

You turned your head to question him with a pointed look, and Seungmin sighed in defeat.

“Okay, think about skateboarding park structures,” he started, using his hands to demonstrate. “They usually have structures with an inverted dome shape, like a ‘U’ shape with the top of each side higher up.” He pointed at the tips of his fingers after he made a ‘U’ shape with one hand. “Now, if you slide down from one side, you get a push to go upwards to the other side. Subsequently, you fly into the air.”

You narrowed your eyes, glancing from Seungmin to the wooden board on the edge that seemed to act as a pseudo-momentum maker. If Seungmin was using a skateboarding park as an example, something would be pushed over the cliff or flung into the air. Was it the shopping cart? Was Jisung trying to see if physics could make a shopping cart go skyward? They wouldn’t need you here for that, though!

“Oh my god,” you whispered as recognition hit you, then you repeated it louder and angrier for them to hear. “Oh my god!”

“Wait! [Name], hear me out!” Felix rushed over and tried to prevent you from jumping out of the cart.

“I have nothing to hear from you guys!” You protested, trying to remove Felix’s hands on your shoulders which continued to coerce you back into your original seat. You attempted to stand up again, but the shaking of the cart forced you back down. “I’m not getting flung off a cliff, you maniacs!”

“What did I say?” Seungmin muttered as he gripped the shopping cart handle tightly to prevent you and Felix from shaking it down the hill. “I told you we should have waited to tell them!”

“What is waiting gonna do, huh? We should have let this be a surprise!” Felix argued, trying to gently shove you away from leaving the cart. “It’s not really that bad, [Name]! We’ve tested it out before!”

“Well, we can’t exactly lie to them either!” Seungmin chimed in despite the ongoing tug-of-war you and Felix were having. When Felix could not find the time to respond to him, he whined and gave Felix a kick on the ankle. “Hey! Did you hear what I said?”

“I’m a bit occupied?” Felix exclaimed. “How am I the only person trying to keep this operation going?”

“It’s going nowhere, Felix!” You hollered.

“Be quiet!”

Seungmin winced and immediately reached up to cover his ears when he heard Jisung scream beside his head. Felix also paused in surprise to find that Jisung and Hyunjin had already made their way uphill to where you guys were. Jisung laughed sheepishly at the glares he received, a hand reaching to scratch his neck. Hyunjin seemed to have deciphered what had possibly happened, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. He knew Jisung shouldn’t have told you guys to go ahead without him.

The silence from the sheer shock created by Jisung’s scream was short-lived as, very quickly, your noises of panic set in.

Seungmin blinked a few times to register the sound of rolling wheels, and he finally processed that his hands were no longer holding onto the handle to stop the cart from running downhill. Felix followed Seungmin’s gaze forward, and he widened his eyes when he saw that the shopping cart was already tipping backward and rolling down the steep slope. This was not how it was supposed to happen, even though he had just suggested inputting the element of surprise!

“Shit, they’re falling!” Jisung yelled after you.

“Hey! Hey!” Felix was the first to bolt after you, disregarding his friends’ protest.

He choked on his saliva when he tripped on his own feet. He managed to stumble back up just in time, and the quick steps of his stumbling boosted his body forward so he could catch up with the cart. He extended his arm forward as best as possible and wrapped his hand around the cart's handle. He thought about pulling backward, and immediately he went against it because he knew his body was not steady enough to go against gravity in this clumsy state.

Your heart flew in a million different directions in your chest, unsure how this would end. If what Seungmin said was right, this drop wouldn’t be too steep. Death would have a lower possibility of occurring than injuries, which to you did not feel comforting because you intensely disliked pain. You briefly turned away from Felix to watch the nearing edge. Then you looked back at him struggling to catch up, and then upward at your friends on top of the peak running downward.

A giggle left your lips. It was an involuntary reaction, so out of place that you laughed at the existence of it. You were rolling down toward a cliff, and all you could do was laugh because… you weren’t exactly scared, were you? No. You were not. The wind blew against your face harshly, reminding you that you were falling backward, and you could only keep grinning.

This was thrilling, if anything, like a roller coaster without any safety measures. And the sight of your friends running after you like moths to a flame. Their ugly, frightened, and hurried expressions painted their supposed pretty features. And the knowledge that Felix would bolt after you regardless of the risk. It was funny. These were your friends. Your stupid but loveable friends.

It reminded you of when Hyunjin almost broke Seungmin’s nose after he managed to coax Seungmin onto a skateboard and decided that Seungmin was skilled enough to handle himself on a skateboard down the stairs. Or when Jisung thought it was a tremendous teenage experience to stand too close to Mines on New Year's Day even though the firework was loud and firey. Events that made you all scream in excited fear, in the joy of misery, friendly fire.

Briefly turning around, you closed your eyes and braced for impact when you saw that the shopping cart was nearing the wooden block. It hit with a forced and abrupt stop, and as expected, you found yourself being hoisted up into the air high enough to see over the trees—over the trees, you saw, was the city. Time seemed to slow down when you recognized the place of your residence from all the way up at the peak, and your heart opened.

Lights sprawled across the plane of existence; in street lights, in neon signs, in bedrooms lights, in headlights. The city's center was far away from the town where you lived, but as a whole, everything was vibrant and beautiful, and everything existed together. There were people on the streets, people in their apartments, people in cars, and people in stores. The lights stayed on because people were alive, and sometimes you forgot you were part of the promise that the city would remain awake forever.

People exist around you all the time, a sign of livelihood and human intimacy when you acknowledge them quietly, repeatedly, day after day. The old lady at the local convenience store, the classmate you never talked to, the group of kindergarteners crossing the road with their teacher, and you whose bedroom light stays on as a guide point for the adults returning home after a long day of work.

We all promised each other to stay alive by unknowingly inserting ourselves in this massive knowledge of ‘Us,’ so stay alive.

“I got you!”

Felix stepped onto the back of the lower tray and jumped upward. He used the handle as leverage to push himself further into the air, almost falling backward when his weight overwhelmed the empty cart. He gave a hasty push with his feet against the basket edge, finally being within arm’s reach of you, and he wrapped his arms around your body just as you two went over the cliff and began falling.

You buried your head toward his chest, your eyes shut tight, and Felix placed his hand on the back of your head to shield you from the fall. When you two landed, it was on a soft mattress, but the fall itself was so heavy that even as you landed on a mattress, your bodies ached. After Felix released you, you looked up to find him carefully scanning you for discomfort, and you laughed.

“Where did the mattress come from?” You asked between fits of giggles.

“We also asked Chan to put it here. He had a spare one at home.” Felix replied. Then he raised his brows in confusion. His heart had never run this fast, and you were laughing with every fiber of your positive bones. He huffed a questioning noise then, tilting his head into the mattress. He panted between words. “What’s–what’s so funny?”

You slowed down a little at his question and decided not to answer him because you had no idea why you were laughing, either. You were just excited, but there was no reason why you felt so. You were in no mood to explain your feelings to anyone and seek out the root of them for yourself. You just wanted to be in the moment where your body was thrown into uncontrollable joy.

Felix did not push further. He let a smirk show, and he rolled his eyes in defeat. “Okay. As long as you’re happy, then I have no complaints.”

You exhaled. You were happy. Even if it was for this moment, you felt better than staying cooped under your covers and drying your sore eyes for days. You thought about doing something when you get home; perhaps you would eat a cake, drink sodas, or read a book. Or you could hang out with your friends again and catch up with them.

You blinked away the fog in your eyes. You felt fine.

And then it was quiet. Quietness was what being friends was about. Or perhaps it was all about being more than friends and not knowing it, but that was not for this story to discover. This story was about great friends doing the stupidest things to make each other smile again. For the most part, the plan succeeded.

“You ran after me,” you muttered to Felix and placed a hand on his cheek. “That’s stupid.”

He smiled and watched you with an affectionate glint. Even the raise of his brow seemed to scream that he admired you greatly, and he never wanted you to be sad. “You think so?”

You grinned audibly with a nod, and there was something about him. There was something about Lee Felix that made him the only boy who can ever drag you out of bed. There was something about him that you never dared to open your heart to, but the thrill that hasn’t died down yet made you want to move closer to him. You felt you could kiss him, and he wouldn’t mind.

“You know what I take you for? Remember you asked me that back in the car,” you said suddenly, and despite not remembering what it was, he nodded to hear you talk more. You kept your hand on his cheek, memorizing his face forever, and whispered, “You’re like a gentle stream of water. You don’t hurt me, Felix.”

Felix wouldn’t mind if you kissed him now. He wouldn’t mind a bit.

“What about me? What do you take me for?” Jisung popped out of nowhere—since when did he get this skillset?—and leaned his head down to stay above Felix’s. He smiled with his eyes closed, smug and shameless, and he jutted his cheeks out on purpose by pursing his lips. “Put your hand on my cheek too, [Name].”

You laughed and did as he wished. He smiled with a soft nuzzle against your palm. For a moment you let the coldness of his cheek still the blood running through your veins. This boy was real, and he was your friend. Much like Felix, who laid across from you, and Seungmin, who sat next to Hyunjin by the edge of the cliff. They were all here, and they were alive, and so were you.

These boys were your best friends, which was why you get to do this.

“You! Are! A! Psychotic! Rodent!”

Jisung gasped, then he began yelling in pain when you switched from a gentle hand to a harsh pinch on his cheek. You got up along with Jisung and forced him to stay at a place as you went off on him for even thinking of this in the first place. Felix stayed behind you, glancing at Jisung apologetically while he kept his peace by remaining silent. He knew if he tried to chime in, he would be kneeling next to Jisung and getting an earful from you, so he opted to say nothing.

Seungmin and Hyunjin, who decided not to jump off the cliff so they could help pull you guys up later, sat down to rest. Hyunjin chuckled under his breath upon Jisung’s gloomy state, and he laughed even more at Jisung’s audacity to whine out loud in response to your scolding. Seungmin scoffed, knowing this was going to take longer than usual. He nudged Hyunjin’s elbow then, and one shared look with each other came the conclusion that neither of them would help Jisung out of the trouble he put himself in.

He has really got the learn how to read the room for once!

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After saving the world together, the son of Aphrodite takes it upon himself to get your attention by visiting your archery classes unannounced - much to your annoyance and much to everyone else's amusement.

➳ Characters: son of Aphrodite!Ten x daughter of Ares!reader/you

➳ Genre: Camp Half-Blood au, greek mythology au, comedy, enemies to lovers

➳ Words: 2.6k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, innocent lives taken, Ten is called stupid a few times (but reader is in denial, that's why)

➳ A/N: This story is part of my '5 words, 5 stories' series for which I wrote 5 totally different stories with 5 different band members featuring the same 5 words "I'm sorry, I love you". If you're interested in the other stories, check out this link! Otherwise, they can totally be read on their own. Dedicated to @dat-town❤️

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“No, widen your stance!”

“I’ve told you, you should stand at a 90 degree angle to the target!”

“What are you doing? You are not Hephaestus at work! Straighten your spine, you fool.”

It was never easy to be at Camp Half-Blood, but when you were the instructor instead of the pupil, it was even more difficult. You knew that not everyone can be a skilled archer like yourself - for instance, the kids of Aphrodite had never been one for archery -, but at least they should seem like they were trying. They should listen to you instead of going after their own heads or daydreaming about their crush in a different cabin. You were their instructor, for gods and goddesses’ sake!

Yangyang, one of the Hermes kids, let out a frustrated huff after another completely missed attempt, and instead of aiming at the target, he put one hand on his hip while holding the bow in the other, ready to throw it to the ground.

“Yangyang, you better not-”

As soon as he heard your authoritative voice and noticed your deadly glare, he pulled his lips into a (faked) innocent, boyish smile. That boy was one for tricks and smooth talking, but you never gave in to such behaviour. You were the daughter of Ares, the god of war after all. You didn’t come here to be messed with - you were determined to teach everyone how to do archery even if they were a seemingly hopeless case. Like Mark Lee who - despite being the son of Apollo, so supposedly excelling at archery - could not aim further from the target each and every time. At least, he was trying though. Even after yet again falling for Yuta’s trick (thinking that he got apple juice from the son of Dionysus, not actual alcohol), being hungover yet again, he was here, making the effort to aim at the target (even though his arrows flew everywhere like a firework).

“I was just imagining myself in a fight. I didn’t actually want to act on my intrusive thoughts,” Yangyang reasoned with a grin, and you just shook your head.

“I must warn you that we will have field archery soon, so if you can’t bring yourself to do target archery now, that will be even harder. As in, the target won’t be in a straight line like now.”

“Yes, I might stand a chance then,” Mark chirped gleefully. “I can’t bring myself to shoot in a straight line, but with field archery, I might have some luck,” he added beamingly, and you respected his optimism even though archery scarcely had anything to do with luck.

Either way, you walked up and down the archery field, correcting postures and suggesting to change bows, taking your job very seriously. After basically saving the world with a few other demigods, you decided to stay at the camp instead of leaving and trying to head for college because you knew that this camp needed some heavy training if there was ever another mission to accomplish.

Even though you were certain you could take on the world yet again, the more trained campers there were, the merrier. Besides, you couldn’t be everywhere all at once - last time you might not have been able to go and come back from the Underworld if Johnny, Kun and the others hadn’t protected the camp from a flock of monsters unleashed from the Underworld. Hades and Zeus had a beef yet again, and of course you had to be the ones to suffer the consequences.

Though it was not only you who decided to stay instead of going to college after finishing school…

“Oh, look who we have here!” The mellifluous voice of Aphrodite’s son reached your ears as you turned around even before he could signal his presence. Your hearing was good, and he didn’t exactly have the lightest steps - unlike yours, you were like a shadow, trained to be invisible and go around silently.

“Ten…” You gritted through your teeth even before you came face-to-face with his grinning face. This boy had too much confidence for someone who walked around half-naked (most of the time) and missed being shot (sadly all the time) when he decided to visit your archery classes. It seemed to be his favourite pastime activity these days.

“Don’t I look dashing today?” He inquired proudly as he swirled around in his robe. Because the damn boy wore a bathrobe, except that he didn’t bother to tie it in the front, so his whole chest was out on full display - much to the entertainment of some girls in your class.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t decide to march into my class aka march straight into the archery field all the time,” you mentioned, completely ignoring his question, as you pointed around. Ten literally walked to the centre of the field where you were supposed to say your instructions about the next exercise. If he had walked out just a few minutes earlier, someone might have shot him. Mark Lee probably would have.

“I’m sooooorry,” he pouted, but anyone could tell that it was fake acting on his part. No one did fake acting better than the Aphrodite kids. “I love you, Miss Instructor, and I just can’t bear not seeing you even for a day,” he winked at you, and you acted as if you gagged at him.

Just because you had saved the world together once, it didn’t mean that you were anything more than comrades at best. Even though you couldn’t deny that he had been there when you almost had a nervous breakdown because you had doubted your skills… Damn it, why did he have to see you at your worst?

“If you don’t want me to shoot you straight through your heart, I advise you to leave,” you warned him through gritted teeth, but as expected, he turned the tables.

“But you’ve already done that. Eros has nothing on you.”

There were a few murmurs hearing that, and a group of girls blinked at the two of you in confusion. Even though there had been rumours about you two having developed romantic feelings towards each other during the mission, they had died down a few days after your return. However, ever since peace settled into the camp again, the rumours had grown stronger again, and Ten was definitely not helping the situation with his ever so frequent (and very much unannounced) visits during your classes.

“Besides, I don’t think everyone despises my presence as much as you do,” he added smugly as he winked in a few, shushing girls’ direction. They shrieked excitedly at the gesture, acting like stupid teenagers in those stupid teen movies you had seen on TV before you realised that they were a load of trash. Well, they were teenagers after all.

“Shut up, Ten!” You rolled your eyes, and you were ready to push him off the field when he looked back at you, his lips slowly curling upwards, curling seductively, and you knew it, you could feel what was about to come. “If you dare to say ‘make me’, I’ll shove you off right now,” you added before he could open his mouth, but that just fuelled his fire even more.

“Looks like someone knows me too well.”

“Looks like someone chatted way too much on our way to literal Hell.”

“Well, I can’t deny that I had a good time.”

“Well, I didn’t,” you bantered with him because you could not let him win this one. You were the daughter of Ares, you didn’t just lose to a guy with the IQ of a fish.

Ten was about to open his mouth, but Johnny showed up in his usual training clothes, and you knew that it signalled the end of your class because the campers were supposed to have his lesson after yours. Yangyang was overjoyed at the arrival of the son of Artemis while Mark Lee whimpered that he wanted to try some more to see if he could have any luck today.

“Bye bye, Miss Instructor!” Ten waved at you as he was scurrying away, and you couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Johnny.

“He leaves only when the class is over, that dumbass.”

“Not gonna lie, he’s trying hard to get your attention,” Johnny pointed out, bemused, and you couldn’t help but realise that there had not been any rumours about Ten being with girls since you had returned to the camp together. Flirting with girls? Yes, he was still doing that, but he was the son of Aphrodite, it came with his blood, but being with girls and seen kissing girls like he had been before your mission… you had not yet heard such rumours. Maybe that’s why everyone believed that you were actually together.

You shrugged though, trying not to think of the way he looked at you, the way he held your hand and squeezed it and the way he had promised you that everything would be alright when your plan had almost fallen through during your mission.

Back then, you had just escaped the Underworld together with Ten only to get to know from Persephone that Hades was currently outside, doing god knows what. Meanwhile, storms were raging, tsunamis flooded cities, drought dried out lands of crops, and ultimately, people were suffering and dying as a consequence. That’s what you had always hated about the gods and goddesses: no matter what, they could never find peace, and whenever they stirred up trouble, it affected humans in the human world. Innocent humans, women, men, children, parents, sisters, brothers… All because these so-called mighty immortals could not control their feelings.

Your best chance afterwards had been to visit Hermes because he always knew where to find someone. At least, he knew where to start finding him. However, instead of a direct answer, Hermes had told you that his roadways had been distributed due to the turbulence in weather, so he couldn’t have helped you. Instead, he had directed you to Anemoi, the wind gods, because they might be able to lend you their compass to tell you the direction of Hades. For that, you had to travel to the Tower of the Winds in Athens, and on your way, you had not only lost precious time but also hope.

With Hades’ rage, many monsters from the Underworld had emerged, and you had to constantly battle through them as they had started popping up out of nowhere. You had been hurt, sleep-deprived and very, very tired of this whole thing by this point, no wonder you had not been in the best mood while you had been walking towards the Tower of the Winds (and to do that, you had to go there after closing hours and turn off the security cameras around, so ultimately breaking the law here and there), and Ten had picked up on it.

“Are you going to stay silent for the rest of the mission?” The boy had asked, breaking the silence that had been stretched between you two ever since the son of Aphrodite had realised that you would not react to his words, let alone snap at him for his stupidest ideas.

You had continued walking forward sulkily, not in the mood for small talk, but he had grabbed your wrist, making you turn towards him. Your immediate reaction had been to fight back, but he had seemed to expect that, hence he had yanked your other hand away before you could peel his fingers off.

“Hey, I know you’re mad, but it’s going to be alright. We’ll put an end to this soon, I can feel it.”

“You and your optimism…” You had tsked snarkily, your mood not at all lifted by his supposedly motivational words.

“I know you feel like the weight of the world is on you, and I know you think that I can’t compare to you which is, in a way, actually true because you can kick ass better than anyone at Camp Half-Blood,” he had started again, and hearing that, your lips had curled upwards just a bit. Only a bit. Ten wasn’t one to flatter anyone but himself, so his compliment had meant a lot to you.”But let me share that burden with you, just for the duration of this mission. You can go back to hating me afterwards, but let me help whenever I can.”

“I don’t hate you,” you had blurted out, your voice coming out raspy after not speaking up for so long. Hearing that, the boy’s eyebrows had elevated, and his lips had started to curl into a smile, but before he could have continued, you had added: “I just find you annoying.”

“I prefer annoyingly handsome, but I’ll let it slide this time,” he had joked, and you couldn’t have found the will in you to go against him, not this time.

When he had let his features become solemn again, he had just stared at you for a few seconds, and you had this jarring feeling stirring up something inside your heart. You weren’t one to let anyone close to you, but spending so much time together while hopefully saving the world had undeniably brought you two closer and he had seen you in so many ugly and vulnerable situations (such as meeting your father on the way to Hermes, and having to hear from him that you had been nothing but a nuisance in his eyes because someone who was focused on battle all the time shouldn’t have made the mistake of having a child like you, a girl on top of that even though he had had many love affairs during his lifetime), seen you sleeping with your hands balled into fists, your knife by your side, seen you cry when some monsters from the Underworld had attacked a child, and you couldn’t have saved her… So yeah, the list was long by that time.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you. It will be alright, I promise,” he had told you, and this time, it had seemed convincing. You had felt yourself soften a bit, and may it have been because of your less alarmed body language or the solemnity of the situation, but the boy had squeezed your hand and you had let it, you had let him do so.

For once, you had wanted someone to hold you like that, so you wouldn’t need to be the one to always keep yourself together, and no matter how much you would have wanted to deny it, it had been him. The one you had supposedly found annoying and bratty and self-centered before this very mission.

“Hey! Are you okay? You had been zoning out a bit,” Johnny’s familiar voice brought you back to reality, and you shook your head in an attempt to shake off the remaining parts of the flashback. You swore you could have felt the ghost of Ten’s touch on your fingers though.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. I still find him annoying,” you clarified as a belated point to your previous conversation, and let Johnny smirk to himself all he wanted, you headed to your own cabin.

A voice in your head gawked at you though, repeating the same word over and over again: liar, liar, liar…

Maybe one day, you will be brave enough to confront your feelings instead of denying them, but that day was not today.

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