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Nightlife 8

Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

Lee snores beside you. His arm hangs over you as you stare at the ceiling. You don’t dare move. You’d rather him asleep and harmless.

As the walls turn yellow with morning light, you grow anxious. You can hear Hickory scratching and mewing in the carrier. You glance over at Lee as his breath brushes hotly over you.

You reach out and touch his shoulder. You poke him and wait for a reaction. He grumbles and rolls onto his back, his arm dragging off of you.

You let out a sigh of relief. Space. You feel the bed around you, basking in your freedom. You push yourself up and turn daintily. As you stand, you turn and keep an eye on him. You ignore how the blanket bulges beneath his waist.

You creep out of the room, pulling at the hem of the borrowed shirt. You go to the carrier and peek inside. Hickory comes to the door and your chest thumps. He’s so cute and so sad. You unlock the door and take him out.

You carry him to the couch and put him down on the cushion. You pet him as he flops around, chasing his tail. You giggle at his antics, scratching his belly as he swats at you. You make your hand crawl across towards him as he readies to pounce but backs up too far, slipping off the couch.

“Oh no!” you gasp and get up as Hickory rolls over and scurries away, “Hickory!”

You get up and follow him along the couch, chasing him to the other side of the room but not fast enough to catch him. He hides under antique record play as you struggle to reach him. You click your tongue and make silly noises trying to get him to come out.

“Come here, Hick, here kitty kitty,” you sing, “please come out.”

The floor behind you creaks and Lee groans as he approaches. Before you can stand, he has you by the hips. He leans in and grinds his pelvis against you with a growl. You freeze as you clutch the edge of the wooden record player.

“Lee!” You squeal, “please, the kitten’s stuck under–”

“Just a cat,” he squeezes your hips, “he’ll be just fine, darlin’.”

You stand upright and grab his hands. You try to wriggle free but he keeps his grasp firm on you. Your ass meets his obvious arousal. You squeak as you fight to get away.

“Please, let me go–”

“Why you bein’ shy?” He purrs into your hair, “ain’t I been a good host?”

“Hickory–”

“Forget about him,” he snarls, “I got another pussy on my mind.”

He slips his hand around you and pushes two fingers along the front of your panties. You whimper and tug on his arm. You writhe against him helplessly, rubbing on his dick as he groans.

“Darlin’, you can’t tease me like this then tell me no. Ain’t I been good to ya? I’m just askin’ for some sugar.”

“Lee,” you gulp, “please…”

“Whatsa matter, sweetheart?” He drawls as he rocks you with him, pushing his fingers between your thighs as his other arm bends around you and he cups your tit, “I can’t help myself. You make it so hard. Can’t you feel how hard it is?”

“Sir, I…” you stand frozen in his embrace. You’ve never been touched like this before, never had a man’s part against you. “I never… I…”

“What? You never what, sweet thing?”

“I’m scared,” you whine, “Lee, I… I’m a virgin.”

He’s quiet then suddenly, he chortles. He rumbles against you as he laughs and he slackens his embrace. He guides you to face him, his hand on your shoulders as he looks down at you. You stare at his chest shyly, turning your head at the sight of his bare torso.

“You never been with anyone?” He asks as he brings his hand up to cradle your chin.

“No,” you confess in a wisp. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry about,” his thumb strokes your jaw, “you’re so precious, you know that? Something as pretty as you and you never been loved as you should.”

You squirm as you keep your eyes on the wall. You’re humiliated. You haven’t even told Raquel that. No one knows but you always figured it was obvious.

“We can take it slow,” he curls his fingers and brushes his knuckles against your cheek, “can’t we?”

“I…” you sway and latch onto his hand, “I don’t know…”

“Let me show ya,” he turns his hand and clings to you, “come on, just… be a good girl.”

“Sir,” you try to pull away but he’s too strong. Your eyes round as he guides you away from the record player, “please, I should… I got class–”

“Hush, sweet thing, we’re just gonna play around,” he coaxes as he nears the couch, “easy thing, you keep your panties on,” he looks down at your thighs, “and I’ll keep my clothes on.”

He sits on the couch as he keeps you trapped in his clutches. He isn’t wearing very much as it is, just boxers. He lifts his legs up and reclines, keeping you close. He pats his stomach with his other hand and groans.

“You get on up,” he demands.

“Please,” you murmur.

“It’s just a little fun,” he assures you again, “come on.”

He yanks on you and you nearly fall on him. You catch yourself on the couch and he puts a hand on your hip. He leads you to straddle him. You move stiffly, too afraid to resist him. He brings your hands over his chest and presses them there as he growls.

He trails his touch down your sides and braces your waist. He pulls you down until you rest on his crotch. You feel his rigid length through the thin layers of fabric. You gasp and he gives another chuckle.

“Just like this,” he tilts your pelvis back then forward, “can you do that?”

You bat your lashes in confusion as he rocks you against him. You look down at the juncture of your bodies, the warmth of the friction seeping into you. You push your nails into his skin as you hold your breath.

“Keep on like that,” he orders, lightning his hold on you, “ain’t so bad, is it?”

You just stare. You keep the motion without thinking. The more you do it, the more you feel. A swirling sensation that tingles down your thighs and burrows deeper and deeper into you. He hums as he watches you, clasping onto the front of your shirt as he urges you on.

“Yeah, darlin’, look at you, that’s nice, isn’t it?”

Your eyes flick up to his and you pout. You don’t understand what you’re feeling. It feels wrong but so good.

“How’s that feel?”

You whimper and shake your head, biting down on your lip. He pets your thigh and growls as his head sinks back into the cushion.

“Go on, tell me what it feels like, darlin’?”

You babble, breathless, and search for your voice.

“Warm,” you utter, “um, strange.”

“But not bad, right, honey?”

“N-no,” you stammer as your nerves spiral, “can I… stop?”

“Do you wanna stop?”

Your lip quivers and you once more look down at yourself. You can’t believe what you’re doing. Almost as if your body isn’t your own. You don’t know if you can stop. You feel the winding coil and you want to know what happens when it can twist no further.

Your hands slip down to his stomach as you buck faster. You feel it. The mystery right there, ready to be unveiled. Your eyes roll back and you hang your head and whine with sudden release of tension. You quake and pull your arms back to fold across your chest, riding out the tumultuous peak.

Lee snarls and grunt, chuffing as he lets out a long drone. He slaps your thigh and kneads, puffing through his nose.

“Darlin’,” he snarls, “you made a mess of me, didn’t ya?”

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dorthyanndrarry · 7 years

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The Compliment Game

(Still writers blocked. Here’s an old story I’ve never posted before, it’s good but I always felt like it deserved a second part and could never come up with one. It works as a one shot but it just could be... y’know?) Eighth Year fic, 3K word count.

“Welcome to detention, lads,” Ruz Yarrow, their new Potions professor, said with a pleasant smile and a lovely Scottish lilt.

Draco kept his gaze locked on his hands in his lap. Harry bit his lip nervously. Professor Yarrow didn't give detentions out often and they were rumored to the worst. Only no one would say what happened in them, and a bunch of kids with active imaginations only conjured the worst possible scenarios. It was all a little unsettling.

Professor Yarrow had that way about her. She was only five foot five and slight as a wisp, with curly brown hair that was almost always tied back, brown skin and eyes; and yet she was always a bit unnerving. It might have had something to do with the way she always seemed to be smiling like something delightfully awful was just about to happen. She was a very good teacher but took an inordinate amount of glee out of cauldron explosions. Sometimes she even caused them herself, as teaching examples. It was most of the student body's opinion that the new Potions Professor had a very strange personality indeed.

Professor Yarrow circled around behind them, “See those cauldrons?” she stopped between their shoulders and pointed to the stack of cauldrons reaching the ceiling, stinking of sulfur and dragon liver.

They both nodded and relaxed just a touch, scrubbing cauldrons wasn't that bad, it was sort of what was expected in a detention.

“Good,” Yarrow went on, “Keep them in mind now, y'hear? During this detention the two of y'are gonna play-” she paused, apparently for effect, “-a compliment game.”

“A what?!” They both blurted, turning around to stare up at her.

Professor Yarrow smiled that gentle unnerving smile of hers, as she walked around back in front of them, “Y'heard me. It's simple, y'ken. Just take turns give'n each other compliments. If'n y'can't, or y'say somethin' a bit rude or cruel, y'll washs a cauldron wit a dollop of elbow grease, while the rest of us watches you wit scorn and maybe mockery for bein' a right silly bugger.”

Harry and Draco looked at each other with apprehension.

“I'll be casting a wee secret keeping charm. So no worries 'bout me gabbin all of your kind words.” She leaned back against her desk so she was a bit out of the way and both boys could see the sink full of cauldrons right in front of them, “Now shall we get on wit it?” With a perfunctory nod she cast a secret keeping charm and, having got a feel for the two unruly young men in the few months of teaching them, flipped a coin to see who would start, “Off you go, Mr. Malfoy,” she prompted once the coin was flipped.

Draco stared at Harry then clenched his jaw and lifted his nose with a sniff.

“Ah, that won't do t'all,” Professor Yarrow tsked and used her wand to lift the top cauldron from the stack and dropped it into the sink with a clatter, “There y'go, get 'er nice and clean.”

Draco stood and stomped over to the sink, pushing his sleeves back and grabbing the stiff bristled scrub brush and scouring soap.

Yarrow pursed her lips and looked at Harry with a gleam in her eyes, “Shame that, can't even manage one nice word. A real embarrassment that is.”

Harry hesitated, darting looks at Draco's back.

Yarrow gave him a meaningful nod.

“Err, I guess,” Harry said hesitantly.

“I'm sure y'won't do us the same, will you, Mr. Potter?” Yarrow said pointedly.

Harry shook his head dutifully, “No, Professor.”

Draco dropped his head with a faint snarl and scrubbed harder. They waited in silence through the next five minutes it took him to finish cleaning the cauldron. He flicked the water off his hands as he pulled his sleeves down and dropped heavily into his seat, instantly slouching into a glower.

“Mr. Potter,” Yarrow nodded at Harry.

Harry swallowed hard and leaned forward in his chair nervously. He considered refusing like Draco had but decided it couldn't actually hurt to just say a few nice things, especially since no one would ever know or even believe he had said them, “...I like the colour of your hair, it looks almost white in the sun.”

Professor Yarrow smiled triumphantly, “Tis nice. Good work, lad. Come on then, Mr. Malfoy, give it a go.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, stood up and went back to the sink. Yarrow sighed loudly and lowered another cauldron. She shook her head faintly, “Pointless pride tis a foul, useless thing.”

Once he finished and came back, looking stubbornly pleased with himself, it was Harry's turn again.

“You're really smart, right?” Harry said after a moment's thought, “Always right after Hermione in class standings.”

“Nice compliment,” Draco said acidly, “Pointing out I'm not as good as a bloody muggle-born.”

Yarrow said, “Miss Granger is a hard worker and no need to compare, since y'are both clever. Seemed a very decent compliment to me.”

Harry glanced at Draco, then Professor Yarrow and followed his gut, “No, I'll clean a cauldron if he doesn't like it.”

Yarrow raised her eyebrows, “Are y'sure?” she asked.

Harry looked over at Draco who seemed torn between confusion and rage. He smiled smugly, feeling quite pleased with himself. “Yeah, I'm sure.”

Harry went over to the sink and scrubbed out the cauldron Professor Yarrow dropped down into the sink. The Professor didn't say anything to Draco, simply crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him meaningfully until Harry sat back down.

“Well, Mr. Malfoy?” Yarrow said quietly.

Draco glared at each of them in turn, “Fine,” he said shortly, refusing to look at Harry as he said, “Your eyes are a good colour, a good Slytherin colour.”

Harry pressed his mouth together to tamp down on a smile.

“That was a bit of a shite compliment,” Professor Yarrow snorted.

“It's fine,” Harry said quickly, “I like your eyes as well, the grey colour's very nice,” he hesitated then remembered the secrets charm added, “They go almost quicksilver when you're mad. Is that a wizard thing?”

“It's a Malfoy thing,” Draco said mockingly.

Yarrow raised an eyebrow, “Twas a lovely compliment and I can see what Mr. Potter means, quicksilver indeed. Do y'have maybe another compliment in you, Mr. Malfoy, or just more fuss?”

Draco's brow furrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest.

Professor Yarrow said, “Well-?”

“I'm thinking!” Draco growled and said abruptly, “You're good at Defense.”

“You're bloody brilliant at Potions,” Harry said.

“Stop stealing my compliments!” Draco snapped, “Think of something on your own, you stupid pillock!”

“I'm afraid that earns you another cauldron, lad,” Yarrow said with a flick of her wand, the heavy cast iron cauldron clanging into the large stone sink. “Such a bundle of trouble,” she muttered under her breath as Draco scrubbed furiously.

Harry nodded silently in agreement. Draco had started being nicer and more careful around everyone after the war, everyone but Harry it seemed. No matter what Harry did Draco was still prickly and spoiling for a fight at every turn. It was almost nice with everyone else in the school treating him like he was like a fragile glass monument to be revered. Except that Draco never let up, and it got old fast, which was how they ended up trying to hex one another in the middle of Potions a few days ago.

He was such an annoying proud arsehole.

“You're gonna to lose at this rate,” Harry said, his voice filling the quiet room.

Draco stiffened.

Harry smirked, “You've done three cauldrons and I've only had to wash one. You're two behind. Being a twat is really working out for you.”

Professor Yarrow gave him a calculated look that turned into a sly grin, “Insults get you a cauldron, Mr. Potter.”

Harry tamped down on his instant instinct to whine about the unfairness and gave a muttered, “Fine,”

Draco dumped his clean cauldron to the side with a triumphant smirk as Harry took his place and scrubbed out another one.

“Three to two now,” Draco said as Harry sat back down.

Harry huffed, “You're an amazing seeker.”

“Not as good as you,” Draco said.

“but you're the only one that can give me a challenge, everyone else in the school is rubbish,” Harry said.

“You can't use the same compliment twice, He can't can he?” Draco said and looked to Professor Yarrow to back him up.

“I was just explaining!” Harry said and quickly added, “Here- You're very funny when you don't insult people.”

Draco flushed faintly at this praise but quickly smothered it under a glower that Harry wasn't washing up cauldrons. He opened his mouth, then hesitated and closed it again.

“Have y'got one?” Yarrow asked.

Harry pressed, “You're never going to catch up if you lose another point now.”

“I've always liked your hair,” Draco blurted and immediately slapped his hand over his mouth, his whole face flushing pink.

Harry's eyebrows shot up, “Really? But you've always said-!”

“Your turn!” Draco snapped, “Say something Potter!”

Harry blinked, “I think you're handwriting, um, like your penmanship is really beautiful. I'm lucky if I can even read my notes after I take them.”

“That's putting it lightly.” Draco glanced at Yarrow, “He said it, not me.”

She smiled enigmatically, “So he did. Still your turn though.”

Draco pushed a hand through his hair in frustration, “This isn't fair, Potter is utterly boll-” he broke off and said carefully, “Potter is so ordinary, where as I have many extraordinary points.”

“And yet,” She paused for effect, “still your turn, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Fine!” Draco threw up his hands, “You're brilliant at killing dark lords. Happy?”

Harry laughed then answered back, “That transfiguration in did in class yesterday, turning that block of wood into a duck, that was fantastic.

“Your Protego is the best I've ever seen,” Draco said.

They settled into a quickfire back and forth of complimenting each other's spell and potions work until Harry drew a blank and sat there blinking, his brow furrowing in a growing silence, “I- I don't know...”

Draco grinned triumphantly.

Harry went to the sink and pushed his sleeves up. He washed the cauldron slowly, glancing over his shoulder more times than he would ever admit having done.

“It's tied now,” Draco said smugly.

“Only if you can keep it that way,” Harry shot back.

Draco opened his mouth to shoot back a biting retort and then closed it with a snap. His brow furrowed in thought.

Professor Yarrow's patient waiting only lasted half a minute at most before she pulled out an obnoxiously silver pocket watch and opened it with a click, the ticking of it filling the empty room, “Time's a wastin, lad,” she hummed.

“You-” Malfoy started, paused, his face screwing up in frustration, “You're very-”he finally settled on, “very, Gryffindor.”

Yarrow raised an eyebrow, “Was that, supposed ta be a compliment?”

Draco flushed, his mouth pursing, “Gryffindors! Daring, nerve, and chivalry! Nothing wrong with that, as far as compliments go, right?”

“No nothing wrong with that,” Harry agreed quietly and they were both looking at him, and it was his turn. All he had left were the things he only thought of when he was alone, usually late at night; the echoes of embarrassing, confusing dreams and stray thoughts that worried him more often than not.

Harry looked down at his hands, twisting them together in his lap. When he glanced over at Draco, he was glowing with triumph at Harry's silence.

“We've only a quarter hour left of this lovely eve,” Professor Yarrow said, “So ye'd best be on with it.”

“Might as well concede defeat now,” Draco smirked.

Harry looked away from that arrogant smirk and wondered why his traitorous mind was so obsessed with someone like Draco Malfoy. Though, when it came down to it, he knew exactly why.

Yarrow opened her watch again and it ticked loudly. “Last chance, Mr. Potter.”

Harry ducked his head, pushing his glasses up on top of his head, only intending to rub his eyes but he left them there, the heels of his palms pressing tightly into the sockets. His face went hot as he choked out, “You're bloody gorgeous.”

Someone sucked in a shocked breath, Harry couldn't bare to raise his head to see, the only other noise was the ticking of the damn pocket watch.

“I think you meant handsome,” Draco said.

And when Harry looked up, pulling his glasses back on, the blond's expression was petulant and flushed and Harry laughed because he didn't know what else to do.

Draco wouldn't look at him, “I get to decide if it's a good compliment. That's what we agreed on.”

“That's right petty of you, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor Yarrow said disapprovingly.

Harry stared at him. He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Harry couldn't even look at him anymore, he looked back down at his hands, curling them into loose fists and squeezing until his fingernails dug into his palms. “You're smart, witty and beautiful and I bloody well hate you.” He felt tired and frustrated all at once, as he stood and went over to the sink without looking at either of them, “Just- I'll wash them, all of them, I don't care,” he shook his head roughly, “You win, Malfoy.”

He shoved his sleeves up and when the Professor didn't lower a cauldron for him, Harry pulled out his wand and dropped one in the sink himself. He washed messily, splashing water and soap onto himself, scrubbing like he could make the heaviness in his gut disappear with the blackened residue burned to the bottom of the heavy cast iron.

Someone stepped up beside Harry, he ignored them.

“Budge over, Potter,” Draco said, pushing Harry over to the side of the sink and levitating a dirty cauldron next to Harry's. He grabbed the other brush and dumped in some scouring powder.

Harry tried to keep ignoring Draco but all his frustration and anger was draining too quickly for him to hold onto. “I said, you won,” Harry said furiously with what he had left.

There was a long pause and it felt like Draco wanted to say something but he never filled the silence. Harry finished cleaning his cauldron and got another one, redoubling his angry scrubbing, scraping his knuckles across the metal. He focused on the sting, it made it easier to stay mad.

“I didn't say that I didn't accept the compliment.” Draco said slowly, like he had to force out every word, “I just said that I could.”

Harry said nothing.

“I do accept it,” Draco said, just slightly louder than their scrubbing. He levitated his clean cauldron to the side board and Harry saw his hand reach out like it was going to grab Harry's wrist and stop his scrubbing but then he pulled back, and pulled another dirty cauldron into the sink instead. “So we're still tied.” Draco tipped the box of scouring powder, misjudged and dumped far too much in, “Bollocks,” he muttered.

Harry grabbed the last dirty cauldron and reached into Draco's, scooping out a handful of scouring powder to clean his own. “That means it's your turn,” Harry finally said.

“Not much of a point when we've already cleaned all the sodding cauldrons, Potty,” Draco said sharply.

Harry shrugged, “Insults lose you a point.”

“It's not an insult,” Draco said quickly, “It's... a term of endearment.”

Harry froze and looked over at Draco who seemed to be struck by the horror of his own statement.

“So is Ferret then!” Harry sniggered.

The tops of Draco's cheeks were beet red, “How is that a term of endearment?!”

“How is Potty?” Harry said back with a cheeky grin.

Draco pursed his lips into a thin line. “As you like,” he muttered.

Harry focused on his last cauldron, his scrubbing slowing down, hoping to draw the moment out.

“You're too nice,” Draco grumbled, not even scrubbing just staring down at his half cleaned cauldron with a pinch between his eyes, “All the time! You forgive people and give second chances that most people wouldn't, I wouldn't.” The furrow deepened and he frowned, “I wouldn't have given me a second chance.”

Harry stopped cleaning as well, dropping the brush and rubbing his knuckles absently, “Why not? No one's perfect.”

“Says the golden boy,” Draco muttered bitterly.

Harry leaned forward against the sink, “I crucioed Carrow,” He squeezed his hands together, “I nearly killed you.”

Draco stared at him.

“I wonder sometimes about what happened in sixth year, if I had gone about that better, maybe it wouldn't have turned out the way it did,” Harry said quietly.

“I doubt it,” Draco scoffed, “We were both prats.”

“It was a shit year.” Harry picked up his brush and finished cleaning the cauldron, rinsing it with an aguamenti spell.

Draco followed his lead, scrubbing out the last blackened bits on the bottom, “Your turn.”

Harry moved the cauldron over to dry and hit the whole stack with a drying spell, “You've been trying really hard this year. I've heard you apologized to a lot of people. You don't use slurs anymore.” He leaned on the sink again and as Draco finished scrubbing he rinsed the cauldron and held his wand still so Draco could rinse his hands under the stream of water, “You've been nicer to everyone, 'cept me.”

Draco gave him a studied look. He said to Professor Yarrow, “Is time up? What should we-?” He looked over his shoulder, his words dying with his gaze.

Harry turned. The classroom was empty. Harry jumped as Draco slammed his brush into the heavy metal sink. He just caught sight of Draco's expression, flushed with embarrassment as he stormed past Harry towards the door.

“Who wins then?” Harry called after.

Draco yanked open the door, paused and threw over his shoulder, “You're not bad looking yourself, Potter.” before jerked the door shut so fast it bounced back out of the jamb.

Harry ran to the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the hall, feeling immensely satisfied that Draco was nowhere to be seen, he had to have run to already be out of sight. On the other hand, it was his turn.

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seokjingiggles · 7 years

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Bein’ Peachy

genre: fluff

member: hoseok

words: 576

a lot of works are in the making! pls enjoy these little bits while I prepare bigger projects for u! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Ten minutes ago, Hoseok texted you that he was coming over and that you should get ready to go out. He showed up at your door in an extravagant tux and screamed (as always) when he saw you.

“LOOK AT MY LADY!! SHE’S SO CUTE! A CUTIE JUST FOR ME!”

He reached for your hand to pull you outside but you resisted and said, “hang on, babe, I need to get my shoes first.”

“I have the best ones in mind! You stay put while I go get them!” your boyfriend exclaimed as he ran into your room.

Strutting towards you, he proudly presented the orange heels that he was thinking of.

“Aren’t these the best?! You look so amazing in these shoes and as soon as I saw you in that orange sweater I knew you had to wear them!” He set the heels down and stretched out his hand to put your foot into one of them Cinderella-style.

Clutching his shoulder as you slipped your foot into the shoe you asked, “thanks Hobi, but don’t you think this is a little too much? I mean, you’re in a suit and I’m wearing a sweater and shorts. Where are we even going?”

He buckled your heel straps and looked up at you from the floor. “You’ll just have to wait and see! It’s a surprise!”

The two of you left your home and began walking towards the market near your neighborhood. Hoseok wrapped one arm around your waist and put the other in his pocket.

The weather was warm and breezy. Occasionally, you had to wipe away wisps of your hair that got stuck to your lipstick. The sun was setting and left an orange glow on Hoseok’s cheeks and nose. He was smiling, like always, and was looking up at the sky. You studied the sky too and felt him hold you tighter. The soft orange clouds reminded you of the time Hoseok and you went to the ice cream place and ordered orange creamsicles. It was the hottest day of the year and you didn’t realize the creamsicle had dripped down your chin until Hoseok started giggling and took a picture of you. “My girlfriend is melting!” he shrieked as he wiped your face with a napkin.

When you arrived at the market, Hoseok pulled you over to a fruit stand and looked at you like a puppy waiting for a treat.

“Peaches!! Hobi, you brought me here to get peaches?! You’re the best!” You grabbed as many peaches as you could and put them in the bag Hoseok was holding.

He paid the vendor and turned to you, beaming. “Peaches for my peach! Let’s go to the park and eat them!” He intertwined his fingers with yours and headed to the park.

You found pillows and a blanket already in place at your favorite spot at the park. He explained that he came here earlier and set everything up just so he could watch the sun set with you.

The two of you sat quietly munching on the fuzzy peaches until dark, periodically pointing out the silly shapes you pictured in the clouds. You kissed him in the darkness, tasting the remnants of the delectable fruit.

You wiped the juice from your hands and commented, “I still don’t get why you wore a suit.”

Grinning, he dried his hands, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a glimmering ring.

“This is why.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Collages and stories for each member coming soon! Feel free to leave any requests.

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hgfstreamchats · 5 years

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Atlantis

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Oh, watchcartoononline, why don't I ever refer to you first? Just, uh, ignore the ads. I forget they're there, having blocked the hell out of them long ago There we go! Beautiful! The end. That is not really a warning. hello! Hello! Whoop, glowy eyes of foreboding! And then they drowned. Shoosh. Uranium! Either that, or we forgot another relic on Earth. Earth is like a gosh-darn magnet for anything you carelessly shoot into space for some reason It may be due to Unicron being the core. He attracts chaos. Is that a shrine probably Oh my gosh Oh my gosh he's like Linguistics Mulder He does not realize this is always a setup to being murdered. At least he's being delightful about sending Milo off to almost-certain doom They really go all out on every facial expression. They do! I do not trust this weird human. omg kity This little human's adorable. Does he have a match in his mouth Hello main villain, probably That's not a trustworthy chin. No indeed. Exactly. Why was he crossing his digits behind his back? Oh my god what .... Apparently Milo's body belongs to the crew and they'd like to make that clear right off the bat. It's like everyone on this ship stopped giving even a single shit. Serpents do not have limbs. Not with THAT attitude, they don't She taunted Murphy. Well, that man is dead. And now they all die. oh, yeah, this movie has an incredible body count Excellent. Fun! This thing sure is... crabby. Good to get the cannon fodder out of the way early. That way no one misses them. yeah, it's really put them in a pinch Something something... shell? How fortunate they are that the air is still breathable down there. That's nothing, don't you remember Treasure Planet Treasure Planet had 'space technology' as a cheat. hahahha Awwww. dude, ASK qué es esto Wheeljack! Red! Hello, hello same ... Fireflies. Of course. Uh Oh What about, uh Their explosives And then they died. Heh. i like this guy Well Convenient power in the short term, but overuse will give you cancer. uhhh Shhh, shhh, that's definitely how language works. The surface dwellers also introduce new viruses into the local population. why is that human magnus Called it We don't trust his chin. I'm pretty sure that's going to turn out to be an enormous slur on Magnus GOOD Peaceful explorers, with lots of explosives I do not like the king's voice. Does this story really require the little ratman? heh. that's a man???? Who wouldn't want a story with a bizarre earth-fetishist rat-man Without the ratman, who else would grind in the obnoxiousness? i feel like my boy the explosives guy could give us everything beepbeep How does the linguist fail at pronouncing a name given to him? i think humans have a tongue swelling thing when they see someone pretty Less Ratman and Dr. Touches, more explosive human. more explosions general bring on the booms A convenient history of Atlantis. And then he died of the bends. Tragic. Shoosh, the bends don't exist, just like there's magically fresh air down here oh frag Whoop damn Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal, Magnus. Indeed I'm tellin' ya, the mech's gonna turn OH a BIG STATUE Or maybe, uh literally in his head His eyes DO look kinda crystally yeah so do mine Well, that looks safe ...Oh. It's because he looked This is probably not a good sign. Ohhhhhh my This is probably fine. Huh. It was fine. ALSO probably fine W What flowers why Smoke up what air they have left. That's helpful. Nobody we knew I love explosives human. How are they planning on getting back to the surface? OH HEY Oh great there goes alpha trion He sounds like Sentinel. I dislike it. He got that story out pretty smoothly for someone half a minute from death. He died on purpose, to get out of dealing with this mess. explosives guy is high all day every day Truly your spirit human. i love him They just so happened to bring tiny planes with them. Just in case. apparently! You never know when you're going to need tiny planes under the ocean. HA ohhh brutal How is she alive after that She did not survive that fall. damn magnus hahahaah his face oh scrap hahahah wow Nice wow Here comes Magnus! now magnus can't talk scrap about me bein' on crystals Hah! And they flood Atlantis with lava. Perfect. Well then They have known each other for about two hours. But it felt like three. ha GIVE HIM A HUG. Now wash that hand. That hand will never be clean. oof seaspray used to crack my spinal strut over his leg if i whined about it enough Nice. "But we WON'T say that, because it's SECRET" how did humans put magnus and me in this so well Dumb luck. There's apparently an awful sequel. technically it's actually three episodes to a tv show that got canned before it made it to air, and they thought they'd flog it direct to video Can we go about our lives, without suffering through the awful sequel? technically it's actually three episodes to a tv show that got canned before it made it to air, and they thought they'd flog it direct to video Can we go about our lives, without suffering through the awful sequel? Or will knowing it is out there haunt us relentlessly? uho h I'm up for it if you folks are. Welllllllll... Sure, I have not been tormented enough. Sure, why not watch something to viciously mock It probably is not worse than the pig sequels. Nothing could be worse than the pig sequels. Gotta run, Red. Thanks for the party Always a pleasure! See you! Behold! Atlantis on a tenth of the budget And then they died. Remember those beautiful shots from the first movie? None of that here! Lava whales. Lava whales. Of course. So it heals rock, too? I should know better than to ask why, and yet, it is the only question. Wasn't that thing... bigger? You probably aren't. Oh, it's crying His rock looks upset at what his city has become. their smiles look unnatural She looks weird OH JOY. A PET MASCOT The lava tubes. And a giant crab. No. Not allowed. Ew. I hate their relationship. All the food is just, like. Bowls of dyed pasta. You live in Atlantis, you eat noodles. Forever. Oh, Kida, what have they done to you? That's ridiculous They live UNDER THE OCEAN Surely they're familiar with, like, swimming, floating, drowning Yes, make sure you bring the animal with you. Where would they be without their mascot Perhaps less drowning. The real kraken is that grim faced weirdo. Gettin' a little Shadow Over Innsmouth here ewwww, don't touch it t's like watching animatronics Why do they even have an inn if they hate visitors so much what's with her FACE . . . She cannot actually focus on anyone. Will-o-wisps? Heh Rat-man's grimace will follow you to your dreams I despise everything about Rat-man. W...what Maybe he just has one of the magic life-extending crystals I hate that Rat-man is contributing more than he ever did in the good movie. He should never move the plot forward. and yet, he is "Ha, now you can't complain that he's useless!" I will complain regardless. Kray-ken. It like... patted him gosh, maybe he's not the one in charge here I never thought a story about a tentacle monster could be so unappealing. Stop moving the plot forward, Rat-man! How dare he contribute? And they crush their friend with roof debris. Gasp. Uh... ... Ominous. I thought there was going to be a twist where it was a tiny tentacle monster they do not get paid enough for this Also I feel like nothing was really... explained Of course it wasn't. Milo who showed up three weeks ago knows more than her, of course. Are they just planning on investigating nonsense around the world? Why not use the magic healing crysta on him Too much work. gosh it's ALMOST like the coyotes are MADE OF SAND, animated by some magic force Jinkies! ... This bit is older than I am. Oh, Kida... So there's no theft in Atlantis, huh Had not been invented yet. Well, HE'S evil Because you know the writers of this nonsense wanted to be timeline accurate. Him? No! Every problem is going to have a spooky old man. I keep expecting to see Wile E Coyote and the roadrunner in this landscape This seems offensive to someone. You think? I can't get past how weird everyone looks I mean, Rat-man took a lateral move, but still Gosh, who's surprised Wait, did Rat-man just contribute to the plot again More than old man Kakashi. Because surely he won't just go to the cave and steal everything. Rat-man's carrying the plot and I'm not okay with that. ... oh wow. He's the most important character in this story It's, like, all about his dirt-eating Oh so it's a big museum The adventures of Rat-man and friends. wow his voice will just never stop cracking, will it Stop touching each other. And then he killed them. WOW who would have GUESSED Of course we have to have silly implausible knockout gas. Why even bother tying them up? Just kill them while they are unconscious. Likes gloating? Please, please kill them while they're unconscious. I don't like Milo's little pantaloons or shapely calves. Someone had to draw them. Guess SOMEbody's about to get sandblasted But for the pot they broke, they must die. Don't do it, Kakashi! Tell me your secret. "well if I told you it wouldn't be a secret, would it" "We love you, old man Jicama." ... Did Odin broke into his house. Did Odin break into this guy's I mean I sthis where theis is going What even is this premise? I mean I guess he can have it None of this could have less to do with anything. Oh dude you are WAY off they wanted to do a multi-season tv show like this ...Or, uh. Maybe not Then he is simply an insane man who is good at training birds. Dead. Pffffff . . . . . . . "The cum filling?" ...What I also heard that. And again, ratman is essential to the plot. ....Ewwwwww, he dressed her I think he is very confused abou this mythos, also I feel concussed. ...Did anyone else just see the explosives human disassociate out of his body? They've all been doing that The image bleed has been very prevalent. I haven't seen it get quite as bad as that. Uh... huh. So they're like boiling the ocean That's a little grim Rest in peace, fishermen. Or not. Rejoin the world, just in time to participate in a World War. Excellent plan. Wait there's a child? And contract polio. Was she like born DURING the thousands of years under the sea? Not quite as bad as the pig sequel, but still too reliant on the ratman. well that was... underwhelming That was wretched. I'm on the cusp of powering down, but thank you all for coming and enduring this. Thank you for hosting this terrible assortment of bad ideas. Well. It's what I do! Good night! Thanks for the stream. Good night! Good night! Thanks for the stream. Good night! Thank *you* for the movie suggestion, night human!

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