#conversely all of his names could also be first names and i honestly dk how to feel about that

[drunk-on-dk]

Okay imagine being at a club and some drunk loser won't leave you alone and then suddenly out of the blue this super hot Stanger aka our man DK swoops in and pretends to be your boyfriend till that loser leaves. You start the night with talking but it ends with his fingers buried deep inside you inside on of the bathroom stalls. (Yes okay I think this is hot enough)- Sam @dkakapizzaboy

P.s. this DK to be specific

SAM, OH MY I - the picture is enough to ruin me quite honestly.... but PLEASE i absolutely love this... ahem *cracking my knuckles* i cannot FOCUS with these thoughts but HERE WE GO, thank you so much for this inspo (i am dying inside) and I hope you enjoy (pls suffer with me)

warnings: smut (minors DNI, 18+ only), a sleazy man at the bar making unwarranted advances, fem-bodied reader! wears a skirt, Seokmin calls reader his girlfriend, pet names (babe), vulgar language, mentions of alcohol, semi-public sexual escapades, hand kink maybe?, fingering, I probably am forgetting something w/c: ~1.7k words

Seokmin couldn't stand it any longer. He had been watching you for quite some time now; at least long enough to the point that he has fully tuned out the loud chatter of his friends. Seokmin would not be able to jump back into the conversation if anyone were to ask him a question, as his focus has been set on the sleazebag who has been making advances on you at the bar for far too long.

You had been holding your own for a while, Seokmin had settled that since you were a stranger and you seemed quite independent, he would hold back on interjecting at first. However, anyone could tell that you were growing more and more uncomfortable as the drunken fool encroached in and consumed more of your personal space.

With one last sip of his beer, he finishes what remained of the golden liquid. Seokmin was abruptly hopping up out of his chair after growing restless. Mingyu shot him a questioning look, but Seokmin assured his friend with a pat on the back.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go grab another drink." Mingyu nods in acknowledgment. However, he does sense a shift in Seokmin's demeanor as the boy stalks over to the bar. It isn't typical to see Seokmin look so stern, his sharp features accentuated by the way he clenches his jaw.

Seokmin swiftly muscles between you and the guy who has been heckling you for the past ten minutes, acting on the spot when the guy visibly and verbally protests Seokmin's sudden appearance.

"Sorry I've been gone for so long, babe," Seokmin's gaze is warm and bright when he looks you in the eyes for the first time, immediately, maybe naively, earning your trust. A shimmer of concern flashes in his eyes which has you quickly catching onto his antics.

"No worries," you sigh, seeming relieved by his reliable presence, and the way your voice slightly wavers confirms Seokmin's suspicions that you had been highly uncomfortable prior to his interjection.

Seokmin observes that you are stunning, even more so up close than you were from afar. However, the way your eyes dart over his shoulders towards the clearly peeved man has Seokmin coming back to reality. He's turning to the man, piercing eyes providing him with one final warning.

"Sorry, bro. I'm stealing my girlfriend back, you can hit the road, man."

"All yours," the guy is clearly annoyed, but he's stumbling backward into the crowd with little hesitation.

Seokmin is scoffing at the guy's audacity, turning back to you with eyes that shift from sharp to kind in a matter of seconds.

"Are you OK?" Seokmin asks, his voice soft and smooth, yet deep enough to reverberate over the loud music of the bar. "I'm Seokmin by the way. Sorry, I had to hop in, that was going on for too long."

You chuckle, cheeks blushing upon realizing just how attractive your savior was. Yeah, you had the situation under control, but you couldn't deny you did appreciate his help. You're also quick to deem him as one of the sexiest men in the bar, the deep V of his button-up making your mind run wild for a second too long.

Hmm, sweet, sexy, and well-dressed. You could feel the arousal start to pool in your panties.

"I'm Y/N," you smile, gaze following his nimble fingers as he tries to get the bartender's attention. "Thanks for the help, I swore that guy wasn't ever going to leave."

You both chuckle, Seokmin flashes you a dashing smile that almost has you collapsing to your knees.

Was it always this hot in this bar? Why can't you stop staring at his hands that are now splayed out on the bar?

"What do you want to drink? Seems like you need one after that."

You scoff, "shouldn't I be buying you a drink after that? No one's ever acted like my fake boyfriend before."

"It would be my pleasure as your boyfriend to buy you a drink."

You're blushing, but you pray that the dim lighting of the bar won't show how warm your cheeks have become. "Hm, seems like now that one problem is gone, there is yet another problem," you banter, and it has Seokmin's smile extending up to his eyes.

You watch as his chuckle reverberates through his chest; long, deft fingers on display as his hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck shyly.

Oh, your panties have to be soiled by this point.

"I'm just kidding, you know," your voice is low, seductive, and tempting. It's clear something has shifted in the air between you two. You're emboldened by his stare, his carnal gaze darkening as he scans your body up and down.

Fuck it, your hand is wrapping around his wrist, and you're pulling him into the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms.

You're both stumbling into the bathroom, locking the heavy door behind you two, and Seokmin's lips are clashing hungrily with yours. Your hands are roaming his body, running up his torso to his exposed chest, and fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Ah, ah, ah," Seokmin scolds, breathing against your lips before running his tongue across your bottom lip. You grant him access, your tongues battling for dominance as his hands grasp yours. His larger hands envelop yours, sending shivers down your spine as he licks into your mouth, only making you grow hungrier for his touch. "Let me take care of you."

"Please," you simper, head falling to the side as his lips venture to your neck, one hand letting go of yours as it travels from your waist to your hip, and all the way down between your legs. His hand runs up and down your inner thigh, teasing the entrance under your skirt and nearing your panties.

The cool touch of his hand so close to your nether regions has you letting out a surprised moan. The hand that isn't between your thighs is darting up to your mouth.

"Hush, babe," Seokmin coos, large hand cradling your jaw as he probs his thumb at your lips. You are quick to pick up on his cue, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking at the digit. The innocence in your eyes almost has him crumbling for you.

His whole body quakes with desire when you circle your tongue over his thumb, his hand vibrating all from the way you moan and making him tingle all the way down to his cock. His eyes clamp shut when he runs his fingers over your folds, your damp panties indicating just how aroused you are.

He's quick to forgo your panties, dexterous fingers pushing the pesky lace away as he experimentally dips between your folds. Your cunt is warm, welcoming, and sticky with arousal just as he imagined.

You so badly needed his touch, your hips crooning into his as he begins to press his fingers even deeper into your dripping cunt. Seokmin's thumb is released from your lips when your jaw falls slap, head rolling back to fall against the wall of the bathroom.

A trail of your spit runs from your lips down your neck as Seokmin traces the strained muscles in your neck, watching how the tendons pull when his fingers fill you all the way.

You're holding onto his arms for dear life, your grip on him being the only thing that is keeping you standing as he begins to thrust his fingers relentlessly in and out of your cunt.

"H-holy shit, Seokmin," you breathe out a pathetic whine, eyes opening to meet his hazy, stormy ones. You can tell he's a bit breathless himself, his eyes darting between yours and where his fingers continue to get sucked back him, even deeper with each plunge into your hungry pussy.

You can feel the hardening bulge in his trousers, his length pressed up firmly against your hipbone, only making you feel even dizzier with desire. Seokmin doesn't let you touch him though when you attempt to.

"Please," he whispers, lips diving back down to capture yours. "I just want to get you off like this."

You mewl, nodding in agreeance when he curls his fingers even deeper inside of you. There is no way he could focus if you were touching him too, he wanted to make sure you were taken care of first.

You're shocked by how vocal he is, groaning into your neck as he leaves a hot trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Even when you moan a bit too loudly, his free hand is running back up to your mouth, clamping it shut so that no one can hear your sounds but him.

He's fingering you at a brutal pace, fingers curling expertly until your thighs begin to shake from the building heat in your core. You're moaning so loudly into Seokmin's hand that you're glad it is there.

Seokmin can feel your walls gripping his finger impossibly tight, feeling them flutter as you clearly approach your release.

"C'mon, Y/N," he breathes out, "let go for me."

You're nodding, listening to him as your walls clamp down before throbbing from euphoric release. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, juices covering Seokmin's hand as you shake in his hold.

You let out a reluctant sigh when Seokmin pulls his fingers from your cunt, immediately feeling empty when you're not filled by him. You moan in delight when his fingers, wet with your slick, come up to your mouth for you to taste yourself.

"So sexy," he sighs, almost looking sad as if he assumed the night was over.

"Your place or mine?" You propose, an evil glint in your eye that has Seokmin realizing he is in for a long night.

"Shit, let's go."

Mingyu sits back in his stool when he sees you and Seokmin slip by; his friend paying him no attention as you two seem to rush out of the bar. Mingyu chuckles to himself, Seokmin sure has a lot of explaining to do tomorrow.

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Tim Drake x GN!Reader in: Yours Completely

From the Batboys, With Love 💌 || VDE 2021

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|| rdr vde (ladies) | rdr vde (gents) | bnha vde ||

|| from dames 💌 | from dick 💌 | from jay 💌 ||

I love you, ____. You’re my everything, and I’m so glad that you allow me to call you mine.

Even when words fail him, his love for you is absolute…

↠ Requested By: My burning desire to receive a love letter lol ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+; if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ((tho we should, honestly)) ↠ Total WC: 500~

|| Yours Completely

To ____, the love of my life—

God, I sometimes forget how pretty your name looks on paper. Is that a weird to say? Probably, but it’s a really good name that somehow got better once you let me hitch all 50,000 of my surnames to it. But I digress, so let’s get back to the letter writing.

So, the whole reason I’m writing you this is because it’s Valentine’s Day and this is a thing people do, right? Letters are hella romantic, or at least that’s what Dick told me and he’s usually right about these things. But I probably shouldn’t be talking about another man to you in all this and–

I’m sorry I’m so all over the place, babe, I’m trying, I swear. This is like, no lie, my tenth attempt at writing this, but it just keeps coming out all wrong. We both know that I can wield words with deadly precision (I wouldn’t be able to keep those asshats over at WT in line if I couldn’t) but shouting down CEOs and the like is a far cry from trying to put my feelings for you down on paper.

All that flowery, sappy stuff, while very much true, just felt insincere when I wrote it out. There was a hollowness to the words, one that if they were spoken would be filled with all of the love and adoration that I have for you, and that leaves me feeling some type of way not gonna lie. That established I think I’ll go with a simple ‘I love you’, as no matter the medium there’s always, always truth in that statement—absolute and unshakable. So–

I love you, ____. You’re my everything, and I’m so glad that you allow me to call you mine.

And don’t worry, I’ve got more than just this sad attempt at a letter planned for the day. Just thought I’d make that clear as it’s the first thing you’re seeing—or at least that was the plan. I left it on the nightstand so you probably found it when you went to turn off your alarm– Which, yes, I set it back by a couple of hours. And no, I’m not sorry. I’m not the only one that needs their sleep and it’s a Sunday besides.

I don’t know if you can smell it or not, but I’ve got breakfast waiting for you out here in the kitchen (don’t worry, I didn’t try to cook again, I ordered from our favorite place). I totally would’ve brought it to you in bed for extra ‘Couple Goals’ bonus points, but after the Pizza Incident of ‘19…

Well, you were there, I don’t have to explain it to you.

So yeah, get your cute butt in gear and meet me out front so I can shower you in all the love you deserve. And before you start I am not at all opposed to you showering me in all the love that I deserve too—we’re very much equal opportunity lover shower-ers in this house—but we can’t get to all that goodness until we’re together so, hurry it up, will ya?

(Lol, jk, I’ll always wait for you, for as long as it takes…)

Yours completely, Tim ♡

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[pa1nkill3r]

"Now How Come I've Only Found Out About This Now?" [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x Fem!Artist!Reader

[Summary:] So far, George Weasley knows three things about his new potions partner; So why not make it four? Or five?

[Warnings:] use of mudblood, a bit of angst, a bit of swearing, a pov change at some point in the end, idk-- fluff?? (is that a warning??)

[Word Count:] ≈2.7k

[A/N:] i used @buckystrenchcoat 's fluff plots for george weasley: 2. George finding out you can draw (kind of got carried away but oh well :D--) (ps just imagine that classes in hogwarts includes all of the houses together, thanks <3) Y/H = your house. (dk the timeline or what year george and the reader are in but i'd say between 3rd-5th year)

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The Weasley twins were becoming reckless and apparently, Professor Snape has had enough. The constant explosions on the other side of the dungeon and the numerous attempts at drowning his hair with shampoo has eventually led him to the decision of assigning the entire class their partners.

Thus halfway into the semester, the Weasley twins are never to be seen together again... that is until the end of 2nd period where they will go back and cause mischief elsewhere.

Fred was assigned to a Slytherin girl who George couldn't figure out if she's madly in love with his brother or wants to rip out his guts. While he on the other hand was assigned with Y/N. Truthfully, he never gave much thought to her, but after their first double potions lesson as partners, he began to wonder why he never gave much thought to her.

She was smart but never overbearing, made jokes here and there, sniggered when he made even the cheesiest of puns, and is wicked attractive. Their first task was to brew a calming draught and whilst adding in a smidge more of lavender, she proposed that they should make more while the majority of the class was still struggling.

"Why in Merlin's beard are we going to make more? We can just pass this and leave class early?" He asked, bringing a smile to her lips. "Yeah, yeah, that's what you want, don't you Weasley?" She quipped, looking back up to the red-headed boy who's now readying their vials.

"Just thought that we could make some for people, like, your brother. Poor guy, reckon he's going to rip his hair out getting partnered with Tuttle." And with that, George let out a laugh, a laugh that cost Gryffindor 5 points. Though, all was well when they were the first to finish and send their little vial of calming draught into the hands of Severus Snape, garnering 5 points each and an opportunity to leave class 10 minutes early.

And that was it, that was their relationship; potions partners.

George Weasley learned 2 things that day. One, his potions partner was someone he wanted to know more, to be with more, and two, one should never put a liberal amount of peppermint in a calming draught. (Fred learned that the hard way.)

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She was the epitome of beauty and brains. So far, that's what he knew about his potions partner. But a little incident in the corridor made two into three.

It wasn't unusual for Fred and George Weasley to skip class, especially if the class was History of Magic. And it also wasn't unusual for them to hide behind a tapestry whilst a stinky dungbomb was set in the first-floor corridor.

What was unusual though, was George not wanting to move from their hiding place, forcing Fred to also not move. "George, mate, wha-?" "SHH!"

Whatever Fred's question was supposed to be, it quickly got answered by the presence of a certain someone whose walking to the Muggle Studies classroom, his brother's potions partner perhaps? Fred grinned mischievously, nudging his brother in the abdomen, and earning a wince.

"Oi mudblood! Was that you?" They heard from a distance, heavy footsteps following the girl he's teasing his brother with. From their point of view, they could tell that the girl stopped in her tracks, sighing heavily as though this was a regular thing.

"Was that me, what?" She asked, clearly annoyed. "Was that you who did it? Or d'you just shat yourself? It smells horrid. Would make sense, as you're a filthy little mudblood."

George's blood was beginning to boil, fingers formed into a fist, knuckles white. Especially when they got to see the silhouette of the two arguing. Perfect, Winnifred Tuttle, his brother's potions partner bullying his Y/N Y/L/N. He had an urge to protect her. To avenge her. To show her how much he cared for someone who's supposed to be his potions partner.

"Was that supposed to be an insult, Tutts?" Y/N spat back, pulling George out of his trance and making Fred shut his mouth. Now he's the one staring intently. "It's honestly just sad. A 'pureblood' like you should know the difference between a dungbomb and a piece of shit. Or perhaps you're probably just that daft?"

The boys were fixated on their conversation now. A hand on their mouths, hopefully covering up their shock even if they're hiding behind a tapestry. George's heart was beating faster now.

"Me? Daft? Well, if I'm daft then why are you taking muggle studies?" Tuttle sneered, an ugly grin splattered across her face.

"Bit hypocritical, isn't it, Winnie? Bye-bye!" She turned her back away from the Slytherin now, walking into the Muggle Studies classroom, holding a few books in one hand and her middle finger in the other.

He knows three things about her now; She's bewitching, she's a whizz, and she's a muggle-born who doesn't take shit.

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A few more lessons in and one could say that Y/N and George are starting to become friendlier to each other. Acquaintances, sure, but, friendly nonetheless. But the Gryffindor wanted to live up to its name, to its values. He might've just gotten to know a bit about her but he was completely and utterly entranced.

Nothing's going to stop him now.

His right hand held his wand as he stirred the concoction in the cauldron. She, on the other hand, was cutting up the stewed mandrake. The easy silence between them was broken by none other than the lion himself.

"Hey," he called, lifting his gaze from the potion to the girl right next to him. "Hi." She said back.

"So... Today's a Friday, right?"

She looked at him, confused, recounting a particular time in which she looked at a calendar today. "Yeah, I think so."

"And we can go to Hogsmeade after classes?"

"Pretty sure you can, why?"

"Want to go on a date?"

She looked stunned which kind of hurt George's ego but as soon as the slightly parted mouth of hers became a cheerful grin, he felt a whole lot better.

"As long as you stop staring at me and not over mix our potion, then sure, I'll go out with you." She smiled, making George give a shy little grin back before attempting to put all his concentration on the brew. Mind boggled on the way she said 'our potion.'

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Going to Muggle Studies felt utterly useless now that Y/N's been promised to go on a date right after. But having George by her side, walking her to the class just seemed to be the best part of the day.

He recounted the time when he and Fred hid behind a tapestry and told Y/N all about it, giving a hot feeling to her cheeks. They stopped by the door frame of the classroom, Professor Burbage was waiting inside, pacing around her study as George's hand slyly held Y/N's.

"I'll pick you up later?" He asked with the same shy smirk plastered on his face, cheeks pink and ears flushed. "Yeah. Thanks for walking me here. You shouldn't have." She uttered, heels rising and falling as she bounced on her toes.

"Just making sure that Tuttsy's not going to ruin your day, love." Y/N felt heat rising to her cheeks and ears, as well as an uncontrollable grin. Her heel turned to make her face the concrete walls of the castle, hands covering their face and body slightly swaying from side to side. It was ridiculous, really. Dumb. Very.

"You're adorable when you're flustered."

"Shut up, Weasley." And with that, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving him slightly startled, stunned, and very red in the face. "You're adorable when you're flustered." She quipped, walking into the Muggle Studies classroom and taking her seat.

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Muggle Studies felt oddly slow that day. Usually, it lasted an hour but today it felt like a century. Professor Burbage's talk about electricity and muggle technology went in one ear and out the other.

If you'd ask why Y/N chose a subject she already knew plenty about, her answer would be that she wanted to see things from a different perspective. But truthfully, she just knew that she'd be good at it and it'd be an easy O.

So there she was; A scrap piece of parchment laid on the wooden desk and a pen since Professor Burbage discouraged the use of quills.

Her mind wandered off the moment she sat down on her chair. Feet either bouncing up and down or stuck straight onto the floor, she wouldn't know. What she did remember was her non-dominant hand posing itself as the other one scribbled on the piece parchment.

Her fingers played with the hazy light and the ink added depth. Soon she started sketching other things; The student in front of her, a study of Professor Burbage, a head with a moderately strong jaw and beautiful, short, messy hair. A male side profile with a big nose that has a slight bump on its bridge matching a cheeky grin with dimples. Her hand posed itself once more but this time she wasn't making it look like hers, she was making it look like his. Something she's seen many times before, and guiltily stared at once, twice, more than she could recount.

She was adding in the cluster of freckles when the worst happened; "Miss Y/L/N, still with us?" Professor Burbage stood at the front of the class, standing straight, clearly thinking about her posture. "Miss Y/L/N?"

She felt an elbow nudge her arm, and that was the thing that brought her back into reality. Her head whipped itself to face her seatmate then to her Professor, giving her a funny-looking nervous grin.

"Charm would get you nowhere, Miss Y/L/N. When was the first electricity generator introduced in Britain? And where was it installed?" She has to have something in that brain of hers. It must've been taught sometime when she was in muggle school. "Err-- 1900s something, Surrey--?"

Professor Burbage meekly chuckled, "Nice try. 1881. Godalming, Surrey. A point from Y/H then, I'm sorry."

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George was faithful and stuck to his word. Even being 5 minutes early after asking Professor Grubbly-Plank if he could go to the bathroom and have a wee, saying that the unicorns would definitely mind if he pissed on their trees.

He did not go to the bathroom but instead went straight to the Muggle Studies classroom. Leaning the side of his body onto the wall by the door. Trying his best to peer into the room and find his potions partner and soon to be his date and maybe even his. But he was getting ahead of himself.

The bell rang and he heard a loud shuffling sound of chairs being pulled back. The door was opened as students from all of the houses started pouring out and there she was. Looking beautiful as ever with her bag slung on her shoulder.

"Glad to see you're alright there, dove." He cooed, earning once again another shy smile. "Anything happened there?" He asked, pointing to the now open classroom.

"Felt way longer than usual, and I lost a house point." She said matter of factly. George chuckled, his heart filled with pride as he turned his head towards her.

"And what have you done to lose said house point?"

She smiled before reaching her hand into a pocket of her robes, pulling out a folded piece of aged parchment before handing it to the curious redhead.

"What's this? A love letter?" He bantered. "Just open it." And so he did. His nimble fingers unfolding the parchment, then he was stunned. Seeing his face drawn in ink with lines crossing over more lines was the last thing he expected. It looked like him. And it didn't look like Fred. It is him.

"I was just drawing in class but then I sort of blanked out and got a dumb question wrong." She paused, looking back up to see if the redhead was still listening. "Hello? Earth to George?"

"You drew me?" He was on a fine line of disbelief and awe. It truly looked amazing. She drew her hand at least three times before he recognized his was also there. She even got the little freckle he had on the middle of his wrist. The full body of ol' Professor Burbage brought so much of her energy and even the way her scarf wrapped around her neck was perfect.

Her cheeks were heating up again, realizing what she just did. "It's not that good. Just-- drew what I saw and, err-- whatever came to mind, I guess." Bad execution, sloppy excuse. "Okay, you've been looking at that for way too long now--"

"This looks bloody brilliant! Now how come I've only found out about this now?"

"Flattery would get you nowhere, Weasley." She joked, but he was serious.

"S'not 'flattery' if I'm stating what's true! It's amazing, you're amazing." She felt her heartbeat increase by a mile.

"Well then, I'm flattered." She said, adjusting the strap of her bag to hopefully let out some adrenaline. "And to answer your question, it'd be terrifying if I just started drawing in Snape's class. I swear that man has eyes at the back of his head. That's why this is a new discovery for you."

"Fuck, this is amazing!" He uttered.

"It's really not that good--"

"'S'really not that good' Some shit standards you have there. I'd put this in a museum!" He said loudly, extending both his arms and imagining that the piece of parchment was displayed on the Hogwarts walls. "If you don't like it then I'll keep it." George joked, expecting disapproval, which, to his shock, never came.

"Are you actually giving this to me?"

She shrugged, "I mean if you'd like a photo of you drawn by a teenage girl then be my guest." He smiled, genuinely smiled. He looked so pretty at that moment and there shouldn't be any holding back now.

"...But," She started, his gaze looked intently at her, ready to listen to whatever comes next. "There's a price."

"Between Freddie and I, we have 26 galleons and a few sickles." He said, earning a hearty laugh and a shake of her head. "Don't really think he'd like me to give all of it to you, I'm sorry. If you want I'd pay a bit then I--"

"No, George." She said, tugging lightly on his tie to gain his attention. "How about... a kiss? Perhaps?"

He grinned. His hand hovered itself across her face before landing on her cheek, thumb gracing itself on its apples, slightly squishing the skin whilst his eyes looked for any signs of discomfort; there was none.

They slowly leaned in, eyes locked on lips before their lips locked onto each other. His lips were slightly chapped but it felt like the softest thing on Earth. He smelled of cinnamon, firewood, gunpowder, and other indescribable scents, but it was nice. It was short but meaningful, gentle, even. His other hand was wrapped around her waist and once again, his thumbs were running up and down whatever part of her body it's laid on.

He learned two more things about the girl that day; she's artistic, and she felt like home.

He never thought there'd be a time in his life where he'd be thankful for Severus Snape. But life goes in unexpected ways.

"If you'd like to tip me then I'm just going to say that I love cauldron cakes." She grinned up at him as they pulled away before settling her face in his chest. George chuckled to himself before wrapping his arms completely on her waist, placing a sweet kiss on the top of her head.

"Yeah, yeah, come on." He said, pulling away to let her shake herself up as he held onto the piece of folded parchment which graced his face, giving it a small peck before putting it in his pocket, patting it three times.

"Better sign that drawing for me, Y/N. How much does an autograph cost?"

"Double the original price—?"

"And the tip?"

"And the tip."

[svtyeongwonhi]

Yandere!Seventeen Reaction - S/O has a male bff

BGM - Seventeen - Crazy In Love

❝It’s okay because it’s the two of us, Crazy in love crazy in love You and I are untainted Crazy in love crazy in love I believe you, I don’t doubt you Past, present and future, Crazy in love crazy in love❞

Anon -  Hiiii can I ask yandere!Seventeen's reaction to s/o having a male bff?

Hello~ Thank you for the request!! Just to bring a twist, I’ll make the male bff as different idols!! Enjoy~

S.Coups

When Seungcheol first met your bestie Kevin, he was open-minded which you didn’t expect at all. He was kind and sweet to Kevin that even he was surprised by your significant other’s personality. However, that wasn’t the case with Coups, he was only portraying a nice image, so if Kevin were to cross any boundaries, Coups would pounce on him when he least expects.

Jeonghan

Jeonghan would simp for Kangmin. Your bestie legit was the cutest little brother to you, and his charms got to Jeonghan too! Like Jeonghan literally could not stop smiling since he first saw Kangmin and was gushing over him so much, that you almost felt like you were third-wheeling!

“What a baby, your hair is so soft!” *Pats Kangmin’s hair*

“Yaa!! I’m your s/o!!” You burst out “Sorry honey, but Kangmin’s cuter”

I’m not crying you are ㅠㅠ

Joshua

Gentleman Joshua, as his friends call him, will live up to his nickname and treat your best friend Felix with lots of affection. After all, he was there for you even before Joshua. But that doesn’t mean that he won’t do a background check on Lixxie. After he makes sure that Felix is trustable, will he let his guard down, to some extent at least

Jun

Jun would be somewhat reserved whenever you were hanging out with your BFF San. He didn’t mind but he would gently advise you to be wary of others, indirectly pointing towards San. He was concerned about you and only says stuff like that so that you would be protected. But if you still didn’t abide, Jun would try to make San distance himself away from you.

“I understand, y/n, but he is still a man you know? You have an innocent image of him but some people are not like that”

Hoshi

Hoshi on the other hand would be glaring at you two always. Each and every time you felt the sensation of someone watching you, it will be Hoshi without a doubt. Sometime you knew, other times you didn’t but he would be completely silent about your best friend, even if you were to ask him anything about Sunoo, he’ll end the conversation then and there. He wouldn’t want to accidentally spill his ideas about Sunoo anyways, about how he was meticulously planning to destroy him.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo would ponder about Xion a lot, your best friend Xion was interesting according to Wonwoo and would always say that he can’t get into his head, whatever that meant, you would just let it slide because he was spewing nonsense. But Wonwoo was confused, Xion doesn’t seem like he is a danger or anything but something always rubs him the wrong way, he does plan to find it out soon though.

“Did you have a good lunch with Xion?” “Ahh, that’s good to hear- Oh by any chance was he wearing any accessories today?” “No? Okay, just asking”

Woozi

Woozi would be jealous of all the attention you would give to Baekhyun, like how could you be spending so much time with him when Jihoon was right here? Woozi would give you a solid 5 minutes after his patience ran out, after which he will come straight to you both and smoothly slide his hands into yours and make some sort of excuse and leave right away.

“Oh Baekhyun! Good to see you” *Intertwines his fingers into yours* 

“Unfortunately, Y/n and I have an event to attend. We’ll catch you later”

The8

Myungho and Yeonjun are pretty chill, like almost bro level chill, Myungho knew well that Yeonjun was genuinely just a best friend and nothing more, and he made sure it stayed that way. But Myungho will stalk you guys if you two head out.

“Hey Yeonjun, how’s it going?” “Where are you guys heading out?” “Okay, come back soon you two” *follows you two secretively after a while*

Mingyu

Mingyu and Seungwoo would be bickering any time, like take any mundane subject there is, and I bet you these two will be fighting over it. The biggest fights they have will be because of you. When you once suggested all three of you going to the amusement park, they fought like actual children to sit beside you in Every. Single. Ride. Honestly, you almost dropped everything and left before they two grabbed you and fought while making sure you didn’t escape.

“That doesn’t make sense!! I’m y/n’s boyfriend that’s why I should sit beside y/n!” “Nope, nope, nope, nope, not listening to another thing!” “Hey! Where are you going?!” *grabs you and holds you in place* “No, you listen to me now-”

DK

Dokyeom would have a low tolerance rate with Bomin. He would give it a few days before he kidnapped Bomin and kept him under in his basement. He would obtain all information about y/n from Bomin and let him go after brainwashing him so that he would not say a single thing.

“Tell me about y/n’s childhood with all of the details. I’ll cross-check with y/n so if you miss out on even one detail, I’ll break a finger. Sounds fair?

Seungkwan

Oh boy, Seungkwan could have scared Jackson away, but your best friend was no less. These two could diss each other for hours with the amount of sass they had, but it was all in a friendly manner and never escalated. Most of the time you guys hung out together in your home, watching movies, having sleepovers, going out for long drives or picnics and it was the best thing ever because both Seungkwan and Jackson were entertaining in whatever they did.

Vernon

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Vernon could only count down the seconds each time you were either talking about Johnny or planning to go out with him. It didn’t make any sense. You only need Vernon in your life, not Johnny. Only 2 days later, Johnny went missing or so you were told because Vernon had kept you locked up in your home ever since. He was still calm as ever which made it, even more, scarier for you, to think that the once gentle Vernon had turned into such a monster that could be so calm regardless of his horrendous deeds.

“You want to go out? I can get you everything you want?” “Fresh air? Here, I’ll open up a window for you”

Dino

Dino had no issues with you having Wonho as your BFF. He trusted you enough to believe that at the end of the day, Dino is going to be the one who you are going to come back. And even Wonho thought of you as a little sister so he would not be too bothered by you guys interacting at all.

A/N - Wow! I really let my multi stan shine in this one XD, this took me longer than expected but it was really fun to do, also I absolutely adore all the idols that I have stated here and I’ll provide their names with their groups down below, please stan <3 they are all amazing in their own ways.

1. Kevin from The Boyz 

2. Kangmin from Verivery

3. Felix from Stray Kids

4. San from ATEEZ

5. Sunoo from ENHYPEN

6. Xion from ONEUS

7. Baekhyun from EXO

8. Yeonjun from TXT

9. Han Seungwoo from VICTON/ Former X1

10. Bomin from Golden Child

11. Jackson from GOT7

12. Johnny from NCT

13. Wonho - Solo [Former Monsta X]

[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Minghao Fluff

Thanks for the request @tinykpoper​ !!! I really hope you like it! Sorry it took me longer than I expected, I had a good bit of it written but then my computer lost all of my progress :( Remember everyone this is a series I only write by request so if I’m missing someone you want, go ahead and request them!

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

Hao is such a chaotic force romantically lol

He acts very very very confident

But he is not 

He’ll talk a huge game to the other boys

“I’m so smooth and charming, I could date anyone I want!”

“Then why aren’t you dating anyone?”

“I- ... shut up, DK”

But he goes on talking himself up anyways lol

Finally one day DK decides to put Hao to the test

Hao mentions something about how suave he is

And DK is like “Ok, go ask them for their number then”

He gestures to you, talking with a friend a few feet away on the sidewalk

Minghao is like “I did not hear that”

But DK keeps egging him on

So finally, Minghao walks up to you

It takes you a moment to even realize that he’s there

He’s so quiet 

“Um, hello, my name is Minghao”

He scratches the back of his head

“Hi Minghao! I’m [Y/N]”

He’s taken aback by your bright smile and positive attitude 

His heart skips a beat

“I, um... I was wondering if I might be able to get your number?”

You contemplate for a second about giving a random boy your number

But he’s cute and sweet and you’re not getting any bad feelings so you think why not

You put your number in his phone 

“You better text me, Minghao”

His whole face is tomato red as he nods

DK is absolutely giddy when Minghao turns back to him

He opens his mouth but Minghao drags him away as quickly as possible

For the rest of the day, Minghao stares at your number wondering what to text you

He writes messages and then erases them over and over and over and over

He gets so in his head about it that eventually he just quits the idea of texting you

“Oh well, I’ll never see them again, it doesn’t really matter” 

But he does see you again

He walks into a coffee shop late at night

He’s just looking around and studying the menu

“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here”

He feels shock at the words

His mind starts racing to try and remember if there’s anyone he’s offended 

He turns and it’s you!!!

You’re working there as a barista

Hao startles

“Oh...um”

“Is that what you do? Just ask people for their numbers and then never talk to them again? What’s even the point of that?”

He scratches the back of his head

“Well it’s just that...”

He looks back up at you

You’re smiling

Oh... you were messing with him

He smiles back a little

“I just didn’t know what to say”

“Well” you look over at the clock on the wall “You better figure out some things to say within twenty minutes”

“What? Why?”

“That’s when my shift ends! We can go get food, I’m hungry”

Minghao is speechless 

“I- um...”

“And you can treat to make up for not texting”

Minghao sits in the corner of the cafe, waiting for your shift to end

His heart is pounding the whole time

He looks up every once in awhile to watch you work 

You were so bright and kind to every customer

And you’re practically glowing in the golden lights of the cafe

When your shift is up you practically skip up to his table

“C’mon Mister Minghao, time for you to get me some dinner”

Minghao scrambles out of his chair and follows you out the door

Once you’re outside, you grab Hao’s hand and drag him towards the restaurant you have in mind

Hao is completely infatuated with you

How you’re smiling brightly under the street lights

You tell him excitedly about the restaurant you’re going to and how it’s one of your favorites

He just nods happily

Once you’re both finally settled in the restaurant, Minghao finally speaks up

It’s mostly to ask you questions about you

He finds out that you’re a university student, and what your major is

You tell him all about your family and friends and goals and dreams

Then you turn the conversation back to him

He shyly tells you about Seventeen and what that’s like

He beams as he talks about the boys and you find it absolutely adorable

“Can I see you dance sometime?”

He freezes 

“Would you even want to?”

“Of course I would, Hao! You talk about it so passionately, I want to see you in action!”

“I mean, I was gonna spend some extra time in the practice room this weekend...”

“Cool, it’ll be our second date then!”

Minghao is absolutely glowing when he gets home

“I’m guessing the coffee shop was good?” Jeonghan asks as he and Coups stare at his dazed face

“Huh? Oh yeah... it was fine”

For the rest of the week, Hao practices dances he could show you

When the day finally comes, he’s so nervous

He keeps watching himself in the mirror, worried that he looks ridiculous

When you finally come, he’s already pretty worn out

You sit with your back to the mirrors as you watch one of the dances he’s been working on

In the midst of his thoughts about doing well enough to impress you

He gets a passing thought that the image of you sitting in front of the wall of mirrors watching him dance is one that he could get used to

Once the song is done, you jump up excitedly

“Minghao that was amazing!!! You have to teach me something!!!”

He grins as you grip his arms and jump up and down

“Um ok, have you ever danced before?”

“Not once!”

He laughs at how brightly you say it

“Ok, then we’ll try something basic first”

The two of you spend the rest of the day dancing around, laughing when you mess up

You’re both exhausted by the time you actually make your way through a simple dance

You sit on the floor of the dance practice and drink water

“So, Mister Minghao... Any ideas for our third date?”

Romantically, you hit him like a hurricane

Every day is a new adventure with you

He thought he was outgoing

But you’re honestly down to do anything at any time

It changes his life honestly

Every moment is new and exciting

And while he’s with you, it’s never scary, just fun

He tries so many new things he never would have even considered just because of you

Once he gains confidence in your relationship, he comes up with just as many ideas for dates as you

And he takes more of the lead sometimes

His favorite feeling is the two of you holding hands as you rush off towards your next adventure

“Honestly Hao, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this confident and happy before”

“It’s cuz I’m in love Gyu”

Speaking of the other boys

Wow do they adore you

Just like Hao, they’re all taken aback by your confidence

Even Seungkwan and Hoshi

But they really think you’re awesome 

And it’s not long before you and Hao start inviting them on some of your adventures 

They all have so much fun

They love it when you attend their concerts because you cheer so loud

They have an inside joke that they can always hear you no matter how loud the other attendees get

And they know you’re really good for Hao

Bc not only are you taking him out of his comfort zone

You always take him seriously

You listen closely to all of his problems and concerns

You never make fun of him, not even a little 

You always proudly show off his art and praise him for it

You two like to go to couples art classes 

There was that one time when you came home from a rough day

And you just kind of leaned across from him on the counter and rant 

You admit that you’re struggling with school and the idea that you’re enough to accomplish what you want to

He silently takes out his paint and every time you complain about yourself, he writes one of the things he loves about you with paint on your skin

Then he stops waiting for you to say doubtful things and just continues writing kind thing after kind thing across your skin

When he runs out of space, he pushes up your shirt and continues to write

Then as he’s simply painting pretty designs up your stomach, he climbs on top of you and pushes you back to kiss you slowly and deeply and sweetly

Let’s just say he makes it very hard for you to doubt yourself

And you do the same for him

You honestly don’t even give him the chance to start doubting himself

You’re always supporting him in everything he does and praising his artistic creations

He loves talking to you after concerts 

Because you always have something new to say and you’re always overly excited about their performance and you explain your best parts with giant gestures and loud words

And he just sits there giggling at you

If you mention something about one of the other boys

He’ll get pouty until you talk about him again

And then you have to pet his head while you tell him how proud of him you are

But then you also push him back and tell him he’s so dramatic

But you two just have a really pure love for each other

You’re each other’s #1 supporters

And your relationship is all about finding adventure and doing it together

[nose-bandaid]

layers

DK (Seokmin) x (gender neutral) Reader | college AU fluff | 4.2k words

synopsis: seokmin first captured your attention with his smile, and you were more than enthralled. then you captured HIS attention by utterly destroying his favourite scarf and then fleeing the scene (oops). but surely you can fix this before things get awkward, right?

a/n: it ended up more platonic than it did romantic but oh well,,, this is a very specific plot i apologize LOL

taglist: @elcie-chxn​ @woozisnoots​ (hi alex this is the seokmin fic you asked me to tag you in like MONTHS ago sksfhdjkjdsf) [send and ask or dm if you ever wanna be tagged in my works!]

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You've always called him the scarf boy. On alternating days, it was the sunshine(y) boy.

The first day you met him was actually about a week into the semester, when you glanced over to your left and saw him sitting on the other side of the lecture hall. Nothing out of the ordinary. Normally, you would’ve just looked away and carried on with your life. It’s not unusual for your eyes to wander around as you zoned in and out of the professor’s speech. That's what you get for always staying up late the night before.

But on that day, you found your eyes fixated on the boy for the next few minutes, and you watched as he whispered something to his friend. It must’ve been something funny because soon they were both giggling like fools and he smiled from ear to ear. 

And it was that smile that captivated you because you don't think you've ever seen such a bright smile before. 

His face was familiar. Surely you've seen him many, many times before today, you thought. And yet you couldn't place a name on the classmate.

You brought your attention back to the lecture for a brief second and then looked at your friend, Seungkwan, who sat to your left. You gently nudged him with your elbow and he spared a glance your way before going back to his notes. You nudged him again, this time a little harder.

“Hm?” He still didn’t look up from his notebook, but you knew you had his attention now.

“Do you know who that guy is?” You gestured with your head in the smiley boy’s direction, and Seungkwan finally looked up to follow your gaze.

“Oh, you mean the literal ball of sunshine that doesn't know how to shut up?” He replied in one breath.

“Huh?”

"I said that as a good thing, by the way. Or, for the most part. His name is Lee Seokmin, everyone on campus calls him a happy virus 'cause he keeps on smiling." He paused to scribble something down. 

It was probably something important and you should've written it as well, but you could tell he had more to say. You patiently waited. 

"I've heard that he's in the theatre club, but I'm not too sure. He's Soonyoung's friend, but not really mine."

"So he's a theatre kid, huh." You echoed quietly and Seungkwan quirked an eyebrow.

"Why are you asking? Also, I'm not lending my notes, it's your problem for not paying attention."

"I was just wondering." You answered a little too quickly but tried to divert the attention elsewhere by busying yourself with re-organizing your own notes. "And if you lend me notes, I'll bring snacks for you tomorrow." You added quietly when the professor glanced your way after shushing Seokmin and his friend.

"Deal." You heard him whisper back after a minute and his notebook slid into your vision.

=====

A few days later, you went to class early so that you could finish up a small assignment to prepare for the lesson. Once again, nothing out of the ordinary.

You sat in your usual spot — not too far in the back, but also not too close to the front. Just enough for you to see the board and sneakily hold conversations without really being noticed. 

There weren’t any assigned seats, but by now, it was a convention that everyone sat in the same spot every day. The spot beside yours was always saved for Seungkwan, and the spot beside his was saved for that one kid who only showed up once a month.

You were finishing up the last few pages when a loud “HELLO” echoed in the hall and you whipped your head towards the doorway.

It was that boy — Seokmin — dressed in a soft yellow hoodie, hair slightly ruffled as if he hadn’t bothered to fix it after waking up. Around his neck was the red knitted scarf he always wore the moment the weather grew cold. (Though you swore you've seen him wear it in the middle of the sweltering summer). He smiled widely, waving to the half-empty hall and then to the professor who simply chuckled at his entrance. That smile stayed on his face the entire time he made his way to his seat. 

From then on, you began to understand why people called him a happy virus.

The next day, you found yourself going to class early again, this time, because you honestly didn’t have anything better to do. Besides, arriving at a good time always made you comfortable. The moment the clock struck 8:46, the same boy appeared.

"HELLO!~"

This time, it was sung out in a (very beautiful) falsetto, and you wondered how it was even possible for him to be this exuberant so early in the morning. Waking up was always a struggle on your part.

Just as quickly as the show started, the boy shut himself up after receiving a few tired "hellos" from his classmates and took a seat.

The day went by accordingly.

Since you were little, you've always been told that something needs to be repeated at least three times for it to be considered a pattern. So you decided to go to class early just one more time. You told yourself it's so that you could see you were missing out on things. In case coming to class just in time was a bad habit. A lousy excuse, really.

You knew that you just wanted to see Seokmin again.

Sure enough — it was a Thursday that day — he came in, this time in a navy blue cardigan, but still with the same red scarf. The "hello" today was a little more subdued and based on the package he had in his hands, you guessed he had stayed up all night practicing his lines. When his greeting was met with unusual silence you looked around to see that everyone was far more focused on the upcoming test than the boy at the door. So you mustered up the courage to be the one greeting him that day and he immediately perked up, sending you an appreciative smile. His eyes remained brighter as he walked over to his seat.

You decided to come to class early every day after that.

=====

As the seasons changed, so did your classes, and you were more than happy to realize that you and Seokmin shared not just one, but two classes this semester.

Bouncing on your toes a little bit, you silently willed for the people in front of you to hurry the heck up. The narrow stairwell did no good for the congestion of students trying to get by. 

You glanced at your phone again to see that class was starting in just 3 minutes and grimaced at your predicament. You knew your professor loved starting lectures right on the clock, so you were already cutting it pretty close when you agreed to help someone with their spilled drinks before you got here. But now... did these students really have to carry their gigantic project up the stairs?

You had hoped that maybe they would step aside and let you scurry your way up to the second floor — that was literally all you needed for them. However, they seemed to be far too engrossed with the fact that one of the components was coming apart in the stuffy stairwell and you let out a sigh, backing out the door.

If they won't take the elevator then you supposed you will instead.

Thankfully, the usually crowded elevator was fairly empty, and you managed to score one all to yourself. That was a win for you if only everything else had gone as smoothly as that. Your day had only started and circumstances have suggested that it wasn't going to be the best ones out there.

Perhaps, it was also partly your fault for blasting music through your headphones in the morning. That caused you to get a little lost in your thoughts on the way here, it also caused you to bump into a few unsuspecting people. Or perhaps, it was because you decided that it was a good idea to check your phone after receiving a text to hurry to class when the elevator door was closing.

But you like to think that it was maybe also his fault for stuffing his face with a bagel at 8 am in the morning, rendering him unable to clearly shout out at you to keep the elevator door open.

You looked up at the strangled noise and saw Seokmin barrelling towards you, his one free hand wildly waving at you to do something about the situation. You, just as frantic as the boy was, rushed to smash the "open" button to no avail as the door continued to close with every step he took.

He made it, much to your relief, tumbling into the lift and almost spilling his coffee onto you (another drink disaster would've ruined your day completely). You didn't have much time to congratulate him for his feat, however, because you both watched in horror as his iconic knitted red scarf — caught in between the doors of the elevator — began to tear and unravel itself. 

Seokmin frantically lifted the scarf over his head and tried to pull it out of the elevator's grip while you reached down and grabbed it in an attempt to help. But all efforts were futile when the last stitch came apart, and he was left with only a fraction of what used to be his favourite red scarf. Your stomach twisted itself when you looked up and saw the distress in his eyes, his teeth biting down on his lip as if he was contemplating the best way to curse you out.

He was an actor though, and you could tell he was putting up a facade to hide how upset he actually was. His eyes wavered as he stared at the scarf, now reduced to a mess of yarn and his lips tugged into a weary smile.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to close the door on you it was an accident." You blurted out.

Seokmin didn't answer, but the elevator door dinged open as your phone buzzed with its second alarm of the day. Class was starting.

Your hand slipped into your pocket to turn off the alarm and you looked back at Seokmin, eyes begging for forgiveness. "Look, let's meet up again sometime later so I can make it up to you, okay? I promise that I'll fix this."

And with that, you sprinted away from the scene, leaving the poor boy alone with his destroyed scarf.

=====

"Let me get this straight — the elevator door closed too soon and Seokmin's scarf got caught and tore apart and now you're worried that he hates you 'cause you think the scarf is really important to him?"

You nodded.

Seungkwan sighed and rubbed his forehead, trying to return to his notes. "This reads like a fanfic someone wrote at 5 am."

"It what." You blinked and he dismissed the question.

"Nothing, nothing. Did you get his number? Any way to contact him?"

You gave him a sheepish look. "I forgot to ask, I kinda ran away."

"You ran away?"

"It was an accident okay! I was nervous. But we have a lecture with him tomorrow morning, right? I could just talk to him then."

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow. "And you'll be able to muster up the courage by tomorrow? It took you 10 minutes to even tell me what happened, what do you plan to do?"

You bit your lip and stared at the forgotten work on your laptop. "Good question, I have no idea how to make up for it. Scrap talking to him tomorrow."

You both settled into silence as Seungkwan continued on with his notes and you leaned back in your chair. All sorts of ideas ran through your mind, but not of them seemed like the right one.

Then it hit you.

"That's it!" You gasp and sat straight up again, accidentally startling Seungkwan who whined about his smudged diagram. "I'll buy him another scarf, the exact same one."

"That's a good idea." He hummed. "But how will you know which one to buy?"

"I was hoping you'd have his socials? We could do some classic investigating." You suggested.

Seungkwan's eyes lit up at that and he reached over to grab his phone. "If Soonyoung's friends with him, then they're probably following each other so... Ah! There he is. A childish username, as expected."

He gave his phone to you and you scrolled through Seokmin's profile, many were pictures of food or his friends, but you stopped at one photo that caught your eye. It was of him at a park, trying to act casual for a photo (as anyone would), but wrapped around his neck was the famous red scarf.

"Perfect." You muttered to yourself. Now all you had to do was buy that scarf and hope that it comes quickly.

Or else things would become terribly awkward.

=====

Buying that scarf turned out to be much more difficult than you thought it would be.

No matter how deep you searched on the internet or how many times you looked at the photo of his precious scarf, there was no trace of the exact same copy.

"Don't tell me it was handmade." You groaned and got up from your seat to flop onto your bed instead. You stared at the ceiling for a while, long enough for your laptop to fall asleep. 

"Maybe it's a high-end brand?" You speculated quietly to yourself and rolled onto your side to stare at the wall instead.

"No... This guy eats ramen every other day in the caf, there's no way he can afford that."

You rolled onto your back once more and pouted at absolutely no one.

Why did you have to get into this situation with someone you hardly knew?

=====

The next day you went to class at the normal time to avoid having to see Seokmin when he inevitably greets the class. However, when you took your seat and discreetly glanced at his spot, it was empty. Minus Soonyoung's bag that sat there instead.

You chewed on your lip for a while, wondering if his unusual absence had anything to do with yesterday.

"Good morning!"

Your shoulders relaxed at the familiar voice and you almost let yourself send him a smile when you remembered that you were supposed to be avoiding him. You immediately stiffened and stared at your table. Seokmin didn't look your way for the entirety of the lecture, which you were almost grateful for, but it also left a sinking feeling in your stomach.

On the way out, he did end up glancing at you and you immediately turned to Seungkwan to strike up a meaningless conversation.

"Make it seem like we're busy with something, he's looking my way."

Seungkwan rolled his eyes. "I talked to Soonyoung yesterday and he brought up what happened 'cause apparently he thought it was really funny. He said Seokmin wasn't mad but didn't really know what he's supposed to be doing either."

You nodded, pretending like you were listening to him and he continued on.

"Seokmin's a kind soul, you know. I doubt he's ever been angry at anyone before."

"That just makes me feel even worse though," You whined and watched Seokmin leave the room with another classmate by his side. "And I told him that we'd meet up again but I'm not ready at all. What's he gonna think about that?"

"Then you could go up to him and say that you're still sticking to your promise, but you still need time to think about what to do. Maybe he'll tell you what he wants then." Your friend suggested, poking at your work to tell you to start cleaning up.

"I think I'm going to avoid him until I'm fully prepared. So I don't mess this up." You decided, completely ignoring Seungkwan's words and the boy sighed.

"What did I do to have such dense friends?"

=====

The week before exams was spent cramming some last-minute studying with your friends in the community library. 

It's been a while since you last spoke to Seokmin. 

Which translates to "you haven't spoken to Seokmin since the incident."

You ignored those worries and buried yourself in work instead. Using yet another excuse to get out of the very problem you should probably be prioritizing.

Besides, focusing on Minghao and Jun, who were bickering over who left the empty juice carton in the mini-fridge seemed far more interesting. You giggled when Minghao practically brought out photo evidence to defend his point and Jun spluttered out a shocked response after being called out. As their conversation grew louder and louder, you quickly scanned the library, searching for the librarian to make sure you weren't going to be chewed out for being noisy.

You stopped when you spotted Seokmin sitting next to Chan, who ran the dance club you've always admired. His nose was buried in a book. It was only for a brief moment — perhaps a second or two — but you stared at him from afar, taking in his sharp features and gentle smile.

When he felt your gaze on him and locked eyes with you, you immediately looked away, trying to not let him know that you saw him.

"I gotta go." You muttered and packed up your stuff, leaving behind a bewildered Minghao and even more bewildered Jun (who was still trying to recover from the previous attack).

All those days preparing yourself crumbled right in front of you. This wasn't supposed to be happening, this wasn't moving according to the plan you promised you'd stick to.

He wasn't supposed to beat you to it.

"Y/n!"

You carried on, pretending to have not heard him and prayed that he would just give up. He was Lee Seokmin though, so of course, he didn't stop.

"Y/N!" He shouted a little louder this time and you could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, just like on that fateful day at the elevator. You took a deep breath and braced yourself for the confrontation.

"Hey, Seokmin."

To your surprise, he gave you a big smile. "Hey! 'Was worried I wouldn't be able to catch you just now. You were walking so quickly, where are you headed?"

"Oh..." Away from you. You thought to yourself, but said something else, trying to play it cool. "Nowhere in particular, just on a walk. Needed some fresh air after spending so much time in the library. It’s always stuffy when everyone’s cramming for exams." You rambled on.

"Can I join you?"

"Sure." You lied with a small smile.

You walked in silence for a while, with you leading the way, cheeks heating up with every second that passed.

"You've been avoiding me haven't you?" He finally spoke up.

The tips of your ears burned. "I wasn't trying to."

"If it's about what happened in the elevator, you don't have to worry about it." He prompted lightly and you stopped walking.

"Well, I am worrying about it." You admitted. "Because not only was that your first impression of me, but I know that scarf meant a lot to you and it was such a stupid way for it to get destroyed."

You took a deep breath and continued before he could think of an answer. "I'm trying to buy you another scarf, but I've been having some trouble finding it anywhere..." You admitted.

"Ah," Seokmin chuckled. "My grandmother made that scarf so I doubt you'd be able to find it online."

"It was from your grandmother?" You rubbed your face, thinking about all the hours spent examining the photo and struggling to find the perfect match. "I'm so sorry, that's even worse than it just being your favourite."

He shrugged. "Nah, it's fine, I got over it after that day."

You couldn't hide the look of surprise when he said that.

"To be honest, she's been trying to get me to ditch that scarf because I wore it too much. It's a good excuse to get a new one now!" He finished happily and you suddenly felt less tense.

"Your grandmother makes nice scarves, though. I never knew that there was a little design on it until, well, until it ripped. But it was beautiful! Please give her my compliments."

Seokmin let out a shy laugh. "Ah, you're talking about the little bunnies and sunflowers stitched onto it, right? I've always worn the scarf inside out because I don't know what people will think when they see it."

"What?!" You blurted out, incredulous. "They're really cute! If anyone were to hate on the cute bunnies then they're going to have a word with me." You joked, pretending to get into a fighting stance. "I would definitely wear that scarf proudly, but what makes you comfortable, of course."

"Interesting. Hearing that does make me a little for confident." He hummed. The conversation stilled for a brief second before he spoke up again. "What are your plans for the break?"

You blinked at the sudden change of topic. "Uhm, nothing much, probably just heading back to spend time with family."

"Cool! My plans are the same. How about you meet me..." He walked over to a nearby bench and planted his feet firmly on the ground. "Exactly here on the day, we get back. Does that sound okay?"

"Why?" You asked, but he was already backing away. You stepped forward, insisting on an answer but he refused to give you one and you could only nod your head in agreement.

"I'll see you then... I guess..." You called out weakly, speaking to practically no one because the boy was already on his way elsewhere.

And just like that, your conversation with Lee Seokmin ended.

====

 Winter break soon arrived and left as quickly as it came.

You arrived exactly 5 minutes before the meeting time and Seokmin arrived exactly 5 minutes after the meeting time.

"Y/n!"

You waved when you heard the familiar voice and the two of you shared a warm smile despite the cold weather.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," He continued. "How have you been!"

"I've been alright, how about you?"

He replied with his own "same old, same old" and you sent him a curious look when the small talk died down. "So why did you ask to meet up today?"

"Yes! About that." His hand drifted towards his neck and he didn't even have to speak for you to piece two and two together.

Wrapped around his neck was a new scarf, the same style as the old one, but this time, it was a soft shade of pink. Embroidered along the front was a small line of bunnies and flowers, perfect for the spring that was soon to come.

You brightened at the sight and let out a small gasp. "You got a new one! Nice!"

"Yep! And," Seokmin placed something warm in your hands and you realized he's been carrying it with him this entire time. "This is for you."

You stared at the scarf in your hands. It was a lovely shade of blue. "Wh— why do I get a scarf too?"

He laughed and fidgeted with his sleeves. "You spoke so fondly of my old one, I thought you'd appreciate having one for yourself so I asked my grandmother to make an extra one."

"That makes me feel even worse!" You cried out, guilty for not only ruining his old scarf but also inadvertently making him do more work to gift you something you didn't think you deserved.

"No, please don't feel bad!" He immediately replied, eyes wide to get his message across. "She was happy to make another and honestly, I just wanted to clear things up so that we don't start off on the wrong foot, you know?"

"Thank you." You pouted, still feeling a little bad, but you wrapped the scarf around your neck nevertheless. Seokmin smiled as he watched you and you grabbed the end of the scarf to admire the handiwork.

"They have the same pattern. We're matching with each other now." You quietly noted and suddenly the atmosphere between you two grew warmer.

"I guess we are! This makes us scarf buddies now, I guess." Seokmin smiled sheepishly. "We are bound by an unfortunate incident, but I hope to turn it into something positive. We can be friends, right?"

"I should be the one asking you that, idiot." You replied with a grin. The grip you had on the scarf got a little bit tighter. "Of course we can be friends, I would love to be your friend."

The smile on his face reminded you of when you first saw him.

Suddenly, your phone went off in your pocket, signalling that it was a good time to start heading to class. So much for an easy transition back into the school year.

"I should probably get going now," You started at the same time Seokmin spoke up.

"I promised I would meet up with—"

You both paused mid-sentence before bursting out in laughter at the coincidence.

"We have a lecture together tomorrow, right?" He asked excitedly and you nodded. "We can continue our conversation later then."

You laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, scarf buddy."

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The next day went by accordingly, starting with a familiar “HELLO!~” from the boy who loved to eat bagels at 8 in the morning and wear scarves in any kind of weather.

The only difference is that this time, he took the seat to your right instead of one at the opposite end of the hall. He greeted you with a smile and you happily started up a lively conversation before class started. Decorating both your outfits were your matching scarves, flowers and rabbits on the outside for the world to see.

This way, everyone could know that you guys were scarf buddies.

[writer-k-pop]

Three Seconds

너는 나에게 3초를 주었다.  You gave me three seconds.

Description: 6 months after breaking up, you had finally gotten used to life without S.Coups/Seungcheol and the 12 other members. You kept up with news surrounding them but you never really expected them to reenter your life. And you didn't expect him to reenter with the explosive news that he dropped into your lap. Warnings: Swearing [Also note: yes I know this would NEVER happen in real life but hey, this is fiction and fiction means anything can happen :D] Genre: Angst Word Count: 3.5k

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"Get out. Just get out." He stared at me with cold eyes.

"Do you really want me to go?" I asked with tears at the brink of falling down my cheeks.

"Yes." He straightened out his back, "Yes, I do."

..............

Walking around the town on a Friday night as the sun fades was probably not the smartest idea. The streets are packed with people. Their conversations seep into my ears though I have headphones in blasting music. Most are in groups or pairs and, at some intersections, it feels like I'm busting through a solid concrete wall of people.

"Why do I have to live this far away from my favorite cafe?" I mumble to myself as a female bumps into my shoulder.

Five more minutes of packed walking, I finally reach the block where my destination resides. I found this cafe about 6 months ago. Right after... it all happened. It quickly became a favorite. The drinks are prefect and the atmosphere is like a warm weighted blanket around me. I try to come at least once a week for some R&R, but this week was rough and this'll be my second visit. I have yet to experience a 3-cafe-visit week and hopefully I won't ever have to.

Just as I grab the door handle, someone yells out my name from behind me.

"(Y/n)?"

I turn and face three men who are all staring with wide eyes but I instantly recognize them. Joshua, Jeonghan, and Dokyeom.

"It is (y/n)!" Dokyeom exclaims and runs in for a hug.

"Hey, Dokyeom." I sigh happily, giving him a squeeze.

Jeonghan and Josh also give me a warm hug.

"We haven't seen you in forever!" Dokyeom continues as we step to the side as to not block the cafe entrance. "How have you been?"

I smile softly at him, "I've been... okay I guess."

Dokyeom scrunches his eyebrows together, "We miss you." He says softly and Josh nods. I glance at Jeonghan who is awfully quiet.

"I miss you too but you know, life got chaotic." I say in hopes to deter the conversation.

"What are your plans for tonight?" Josh asks as if we're not standing in front of a cafe.

"I, uh, I was going to chill out at the cafe for a bit and then go home and probably lay around." I answer honestly.

"On a Friday night?" Dokyeom then shakes his head, "You should come hang out with us. I mean what are the chances of running into you after 6 months of nothing?"

"I-"

"It's just the three of us." Jeonghan interrupts me with knowing look.

"Yeah, we're going to grab a late bite to eat and then go back to the house." Josh explains their plans.

Jeonghan looks like he mentally facepalmed himself and I felt my entire body hesitate.

"Dinner sounds fun but I don't think I should be going back to your house." I look at each of them.

"He's gone for the weekend." Dokyeom quips, "He left a few hours ago to go visit his family for the weekend."

I chew the inside of my cheek. "Well, I guess a small visit wouldn't hurt."

Dokyeom loops his arm in mine, "No it wouldn't. And then it would prove to the others that you didn't just drop off the face of the earth."

"They don't think that, do they?" I ask as DK leads me down the sidewalk.

"Most of them don't, but Hoshi seems to be pretty adamant that you really did disappear." Joshua offers from behind.

I laugh, "Sounds about right."

................

As we climb the steps to their house, my heart starts to beat faster and my stomach empties as if I didn't just eat a gigantic meal.

"He's not here." I keep reminding myself over and over in my head but my heart is still racing like I'm running from a masked figure with a chainsaw.

Jeonghan is the first through the door without a single word. Josh holds open the door for me and Dokyeom walks in behind me.

"How was your dinner, hyun-?" Seungkwan stops abruptly upon seeing me standing in the entry way. "Y/n?"

"Look who we found on the streets!" Dokyeom says happily.

"More like barged into her quiet Friday night plans." I snark back playfully.

"Hey, you're the one who agreed to come with us." Dokyeom shoots back.

"Y/n?" Seungkwan repeats and I smile at him. "Y/n!" He all but screams then ambushes me with a hug.

His scream alerts the others who are in the house of my appearance and within seconds there are stomping footsteps and yells of my name throughout the house.

We make our way towards the large living room as the members show up.

Hoshi, Dino, and Jun rush in first, nearly tripping over each other. Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Minghao calmly make their way in after, wondering what all the screaming is about.

"Where are the other two?" I ask after hugs have been distributed.

"Woozi and Vernon are at the studio." Dino informs us.

"How have you been?" Jun asks, practically forcing me to sit on the couch next to him.

I nod, "I've been okay. The busy season has started at work." I pause but they all stay quiet as if the wrong word will send me into a ball of smoke and I'll disappear again. "I saw the last comeback. It was quite good."

"Just good?" Dokyeom repeats, slightly offended.

"Well, no one can beat One Direction." I shrug with a mischievous smile.

"So where did they find you?" Mingyu asks, nodding his head towards DK, Josh, and Jeonghan.

"Outside of a cafe I was about to step into." I say, patting my purse still by my side, "I was going to relax with a nice drink for a couple hours but they had other ideas."

"Just think, if you had gotten to the cafe 30 seconds earlier, they would've never seen you and Hoshi hyung would still think you weren't on the face of the earth." Mingyu comments with a laugh.

"Hey, I never believed those words for a second." Hoshi defends himself.

Jun playfully hits his arm, "Even though they came out of your own mou-"

"Y/n?" A surprised soft voice asks from the doorway.

Everyone freezes and a wave of dread washes over me.

"Coups." Jeonghan walks up to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here?" Seungcheol looks at him like he's gone insane for asking such a question.

"You were supposed to be with your family." Jeonghan clarifies himself as Dokyeom wraps an arm around my shoulders, my eyes staring at my hands in my lap. In my peripheral, I can see the others giving each other looks of blame and silent questions being thrown like softball balls during practice.

"They told me to come tomorrow because there's bad weather." Seungcheol responds.

With every word I hear, sadness and pain rises from the pit of my stomach.

"I-I should go." I shake my head, "I need to go." I rephrase, standing and walking towards the front door. My hands grip the strap of my purse tightly.

Behind me, multiple hushed arguments erupt. But one sticks out.

"Coups. Don't."

"I need to."

"Coups."

"Jeonghan it's been SIX months. Even if she hates my guts, she still deserves an explanation."

I whip around facing the man who broke my heart all those months ago. Seungcheol stops two steps in front of me, blinking at me as if he suddenly forgot how to speak.

"I deserved an explanation the day it happened. Not six months after." I tell him with a steeled front. Jeonghan looks between us two before quickly shooing the members out of the living room.

"I know." Seungcheol sighs in defeat, "You deserved one before and I can't go back and change that but I can give you an explanation now. If you'll listen."

I study his eyes, the ones I looked into every day for over a year, the ones I knew how to read like my favorite book. In this moment, all I can see in them is sadness and regret with the tiniest sliver of hope.

Hope that I will sit down and give him the chance to explain. And it's all up to me. Whether I give him that relief or I completely crush him.

I've only ever seen him completely crushed once before and it was one of the most painful things I've ever gone through. Just thinking that I would be the one to push him to that level again is something I could never do to him. No matter how much he hurt me in the past.

"Okay, I'll listen." I tell him with a small nod, my hands still gripped onto my purse.

Seungcheol sighs in relief, "Thank you." He looks around the entrance way, "We could go talk in my room. It, uh, would give us more privacy." He adds before I can protest.

Now it's my turn to glance around the area and mentally agree that we weren't exactly in the most private area. And considering Vernon or Woozi could come back home at any second, we were completely in the open.

"Okay." I nod.

He turns and starts walking towards the staircase. After a couple seconds, I follow him, knowing the way as if I had been here yesterday.

Once inside his room, I close the door and stay standing next to it. His room hasn't changed much. The furniture is in the same places: bed off to the side, closet straight across from it, and his computer sits next to Wonwoo's on the opposite wall from his bed. The bedding has changed from a deep blue to a gray yet the pillows are arranged in the same way as before.  A new lamp sits next to the desks and it looks like Wonwoo bought a new gaming chair.

"You can sit." Seungcheol says nodding his head towards the bed.

I shake my head, "I'm okay standing."

He opens his mouth as if to protest against me but thinks better of it. He opens his closet and stands on his tiptoes to reach the top shelf.

"Coups." I start, wondering what he's doing cause it is definitely not explaining.

Seungcheol finally grabs what he was looking for and lowers himself back down. He turns and in his hands is a folder. A thin folder, might I add.

"What is that?" I ask.

"My explanation." He looks at it and for a moment, anger flashes past his eyes. "Well, at least part of it." He holds it out for me to take.

"A letter isn't an explanation." I cross my arms over my chest.

"It's not- will you please just look at it." Seungcheol's shoulders sag in defeat. "Please."

I wanted an explanation. I never clarified what kind of explanation I wanted.

Stepping towards him, I take the folder from him. What sits inside the folder is something I never expected. Instead of a letter of any kind, I stare at the official format of a contract.

"What-" I leave the unspoken question in the air as I grab his desk chair and sink into its cushions.

Seungcheol is silent as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed while I read through the contract.

I read through the first page and move onto the second. The complete shock and bewilderment of such a contract growing with each sentence. At the end of the second page sits a signature I don't recognize. And Seungcheol's. Dated the day before we broke up.

My fingers slide over his signature in disbelief. Disbelief that a company could extort its own artist to this extent. Disbelief that he didn't tell me any of it. 

I quickly close the folder and look at anything in the room that isn't him. Even though his gaze is begging for my attention.

Seungcheol sighs after giving me a few seconds to say anything. "I never wanted to do it. Ever." He runs his hands through his hair before continuing and I lower my gaze to meet his. "They brought me in for a meeting and instantly something felt off. They didn't greet me with smiles like they used to and simply slid over that contract. Their reasoning for this I will never know but they forced me into a decision.

"Either I break it off with you or be forced out of Seventeen with evidence that you were fighting with the members and that in the end, I had sided with you and not my members. Which would mean that even though I had you, you would be berated with hate and society would turn on you. And me."

I watch as his eyes fill with tears of anger. He leans his elbows on his thighs and grips both hands together in front of him, his gaze locked onto the floor. I stay silent, soaking up the information and processing it all.

"I couldn't- I couldn't do that to you. It would've started a war that neither party would've recovered from. The members would've suffered a hit of losing their leader and the backlash from fans about why they couldn't just get along with you. And you and I would've suffered the hate from betrayed fans and you didn't deserve that." His voice fills with anxiety as he explains what he thought would've happened. "In the end, I chose to protect you the best way I could. The only way I could."

"Even if it meant I would still suffer." I say with sadness, recalling the painful nights of non stop crying.

"Either way you would've suffered. But this way, you wouldn't be touched by the public and you would slip away." Seungcheol confirms. "I told myself that as long as I didn't hear anything about you in the news after our break up hit the new outlets, I had protected you to the best of my abilities. I had to protect you."

"I couldn't tell you because well, the repercussions of that would've been just as catastrophic." He adds as if he could read my mind.

I lean back in the chair. My hands play with the edge of the folder as I feel tears fills my own eyes. Watching and listening to him get this off his chest like he's letting go of a spiked ball he's been gripping for months scrapes at my own heart. Now he's showing me his hand, all bloody and torn up. And only I have the bandages to stop the bleeding.

"How did you get a copy?" I ask when I find my voice again.

He lets out a single puff of breath in a half laugh, "I asked to take the contract home and think about it. They were dumb enough to let me take it home even though they had already signed it. Came home and the night I signed it, I copied it and kept it for myself. Insurance." Seungcheol explains.

"Why now?" I question.

Seungcheol glances up at me, "Because I'm no longer tied to that, that poisoned paper." He nods to the folder in my lap. "You saw the news last week?"

I nod. Two weeks ago it was announced that Seventeen would not be renewing their contracts and a week later it was announced that they had signed with a different company.

"When our contracts ended, all our contracts ended. Including that one." Seungcheol squeezes his hands together. "I would've tried to tell you when we signed with this new company but I had to iron out everything with them. Everything had to be right before I could tell you."

"What had to be right?" I ask.

"I told the CEO what had happened and showed him the documents." He sighs, "And asked them to help me take that company to the courts. They agreed immediately. But they warned that they would have to talk to the members and that I would have to tell you so you wouldn't be dragged into this unwillingly."

"They know?" I widen my eyes in shock betrayal rising in the pit of my stomach.

Seungcheol quickly shakes his head, squashing the betrayal feeling. "Most of the members only know the overview of what I had to do. That I was forced to break it off or be forced out. But they don't know the full details."

"Don't know?" I question the tense he's using.

"I decided that you should be the first person I talked too. Once I had a chance, if I had a chance, to talk to you, I would tell the members the full story so we could take this to court." Seungcheol informs me.

"You said most of the members, who knows the full story?" I continue to question him, my mind just throwing them out before I can really think about what I'm asking.

"Only one." Seungcheol answers quickly like the more he tells me the more relief he feels, "Jeonghan."

That explains why Jeonghan was so quiet all night.

Seungcheol lets his head fall forward as tears begin to fall down his cheeks, his strength finally failing. Seeing him like this, in this kind of pain, shatters my heart into millions of pieces. I walk over to him and sit down next to him. He doesn't move but continues to cry, his shoulders beginning to shake. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean my cheek on his shoulder as my own tears fall and land on his back. He begins to cry harder, his hand moving to grip my arm, and mumbling apologies.

For minutes, we sit like that. With silent cries and mumbled apologies filling the room. Somewhere in the depths of my chest, a warm flame ignites itself and slowly grows. Unfamiliar with the feeling, it takes a few seconds for me to register it as the warmth of hope. A hope that was buried deeper and deeper everyday since we broke up.

When I open my eyes, rain is pit-pattering against the window.

Feeling his cries settle down, I decide it's my turn to talk.

"Three seconds." I quietly say.

Seungcheol lifts his head slightly but I stay put. "What?"

"Three seconds." I repeat, "That's what I held onto for awhile. It was much less than any sane person would've held onto. But I held onto those three seconds."

I pull back and look into his slightly confused eyes. Readjusting, I attempt to pull my arms away but he keeps a grip on the one he's continuously held onto, moving to grip my hand instead.

"That night," I explain, "I asked if you really wanted me to go. You gave me three seconds. For three seconds you hesitated and I saw you fight an urge. Then you gave your answer. But I still got three seconds." I give his hand a small squeeze.

"Because of those three seconds, a fraction of a sliver of hope lived inside my mind for months." I continue when he doesn't say anything, "With every passing week the pain and sadness slowly dimmed the hope but it never truly died." I laugh at how crazy I sound. "I sound like a maniac saying that. But those three seconds told me something wasn't right."

"Nothing's been right since that night." Seungcheol whispers leaning his forehead against mine for a second. Pulling back, he squeezes my hand once more and then places my hand in my own lap. The second he lets go, I have to fight the urge to grab his hand back.

"I have to ask you something." He turns to face me properly. His eyes are tinged red with evidence of the tears that had spilled over. "If you're okay with this all, we can go through with bringing that company to court but know that this will be a very publicized case and the media will be all over it. If you don't want to, the CEO has promised to provide you with protection and whatever you need to stay away from the media while the trials are in progress."

I raise my eyebrows at such a protective offer.

"That was my request." Seungcheol informs me, "I wasn't going to go through with this if we didn't have protective measures for whatever decision you made."

'I had to protect you.' His voice rings in my mind.

"Will you be by my side if I agree?" I ask, feeling my heart mend itself with his words echoing in my mind.

"Everyday if you needed it." Seungcheol nods.

"And none of the past six months was real?" I question, jumping back to past information. "None of your decisions were your own?"

Seungcheol is slightly shocked that I would be asking that but quickly composes himself. "None of it. I loved you that day, I loved you everyday since, and I still love you. Though I would understand if you didn't feel the sa-"

I quickly press my lips against his, stopping him from finishing. After a second of stunned shock, he easily kisses me back like fitting two pieces back together.

Pulling back, he holds my face in both hands.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." I shake my head slightly to emphasize my point. "I believe you. And I love you. Always have and always will."

A small but bright smile breaks onto his face before he pulls me forward for another kiss.

"So you'll help us?" Seungcheol asks, leaning his forehead against mind again.

"So long as you promise to stay by my side." I tell him.

"Everyday." He confirms, "Every damn day."

I smile, "Then let's do it."

[19-queenbee-97]

I Knew You Were Trouble | Stray Kids AU

Chapter 1

Warning | None(?)

Word Count | 1.6k

a/n | When fixing these I probably shoulda done it in order but meh. As i said in Chapter 2 this a/n is to ask y’all to let me know if i need to add a warning for anything. 

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Late night classes have always been the worst. Late night classes with Mr. Park are on another scale of bad. Everyone is already tired and ready to go home to their nice warm beds and significant others, if they have one. But on Thursday night’s it was made even worse by Mr. Park droning on and on about how one person beat this other person in some presidential race 70 years ago. It’s safe to say history is my least favorite subject but it was one of the conditions my parents set when they agreed to allow me to have an art major. I get to follow my dreams but I have to have a minor in science and history. I love my dad but I resent the fact that he wants me to follow in his footsteps and be a history teacher. At least mum only asked that I take science. That at least is useful in multiple professions.

Today seems to be no different in that ninety percent of the students are almost asleep at their desks, five percent are on their phone and the last five were working on one assignment or another. Mr. Park didn’t seem to notice that no one was paying any attention to the lecture and continued to drone on about some president from 1963 when he just stopped. Everyone still conscious froze at the sound of the door opening. That’s new. Almost as one every head turned to the newly opened door to see who it was. I assumed it was going to be another professor since no sane student would be out and about unless they really had to be and even then I doubt anyone would want to be here of all places but low and behold there he was all his tattooed and pierced glory.

His hair a mess of brown that looked annoyingly perfect. Wearing a black button up and ripped black skinny jeans looking far too good for a nine pm class. I’d never seen him in this class before but I heard hushed whispers coming from the row behind me. “Is that who I think it is?” Some unnamed classmate whispered to her seatmate who I assume is her friend. “It is. I didn’t know he was in this class.” The boy replied. “Neither did I. I’ve never seen him in class.” At least I’m not alone in that sense but they, at least seem to know who he is. “Mr. Bang. I’m glad to see you’ve finally deigned to grace us with your presence.” Bang? “You’re only, oh I don’t know” Mr. Park looked at his watch. “Five weeks late.” I could feel the disdain radiating from the new guy. I don’t exactly blame him though. It is Mr. Park. He just rolled his eyes and began to search for something, an open seat I assume.

Mr. Park didn’t fight the fact that this Bang someone just ignored him and sat down. That’s new. I remember in the first week some kid named Jaehyun got a whole ten minute lecture on the virtues of being on time for class. But this guy shows up now, FIVE WEEKS into the semester and Mr. Park just glared for all of ten seconds then went back to his lecture. Bang found a seat two rows in front of me, sat down, and pulled out his phone. I tried to go back to my assignment. I really did, but my eyes kept straying to the back of his head. He seemed to just, radiate a dangerous aura. Even from two rows behind him it felt like he was a predator and I was his prey. I quickly looked back at my books when I saw his head turn back. “God he’s so hot. Maybe I should get his number now that I have a chance.” The same girl from before was saying to her friend. “I wouldn’t. Haven’t you heard the things going around campus? You’ll probably end up dead if you get involved with him.” He replied in a voice so low I barely heard him. Well that’s terrifying. “I know what they say but who knows if any of it is true? All the rumors are probably from guys that are jealous. I mean Chan could get any girl he wants.” While she has a point, that feeling I get from him makes that seem unlikely.

As I was packing my things I could feel eyes burning into me from his direction but I just ignored it until Mr. Park announced the end of class. So he noticed my staring then. Well that’s just great. As I followed the flow of students leaving the lecture hall, I started to regret not riding my bike to class so I could get back to my dorm room quicker so I can go to bed sooner. Lost in my thoughts as I was I didn’t notice that it was awfully quiet even though I was surrounded by other students. A hand on my back bought me back to the present. Looking over my shoulder I saw the only person in class that I actually interact with often. I guess you could say we were friends. “So that happened. I can’t believe the Bang Chan just randomly showed up out of nowhere. I swear I nearly had a heart attack.” So Lisa knows him as well. Seems I’m the exception not the rule. “I mean, sure, but who is he? Why is he such a big deal and why was I hearing that you’ll probably die if you interact with him?” Now she’s looking at me like I have three heads, great. “How do you not know who Bang Chan is? He’s infamous around here. You remember that DK kid who used to sit next to me before he just up and disappeared?” We had somehow made our way to a bench near the lecture hall and we sat down. I feel like I should have waited until tomorrow to have this conversation. I don’t think I’m getting to bed anytime soon. “Vaguely.” He was a bit of a joker but I never really paid attention to him, I just remember how loud he was. “Well people say that he and Chan got into a fight and he ended up in hospital for a few weeks and hasn’t come back to campus since. Some people think it might’ve been bigger than that though. I’ve heard rumors that Chan is part of some gang and DK had borrowed money or something from the gang and didn’t pay it back in time.” Again that’s terrifying. “Has any of this been proven or is it just hearsay?” If it were true, it would explain the feeling I get from him but also if it were me, I would hate for people to think the worst of me while having no actual knowledge of who I am. “As far as I know, no, there’s no proof that he’s done anything but can you honestly tell me that it doesn’t make sense?” Well. “No I can’t but I’d still rather have proof before I jump on the band wagon of he’s the bad guy. Mind you none of this matters because I have no plan of interacting with him. I’m here for my degree and that is all.” She looked doubtful. “Anyway, it’s nearly 11 and I have a lecture at 10 so I need to get back to my dorm to sleep. I’ll probably see you tomorrow.” As we stood the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I looked around us but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary so I chalked it up to the wind. Lisa leaned in and gave me a hug and told me to be careful going home. “I will, you be careful as well.” I said waving and heading in the direction of my dorm.

Wow it’s cold. “I should have brought an extra jumper.” I mumbled to myself. The hairs on the back of my neck were still standing and I felt like I could feel eyes on me coming from every direction. “Stupid Lisa and her stupid ghost stories. Stupid Chan and his pretty and terrifying self. Stupid me for not bringing an extra jumper or riding my bike to class.”  I continued to mutter about the stupidities of the world the whole way back to my dorm. I felt ten times better as soon as my dorm building came into view. “Finally.” The relief from the cold was very welcome as I stepped through the doors into the heated entryway. Shuffling to the elevator feeling absolutely dead I pressed the button for my floor and relaxed for all of a millisecond when I saw a silhouette in the dark through the glass doors I just entered through. With my heart beating a million miles a minute and my eyes the size of saucers the elevator doors closed and it started moving up. How long was I being followed? Were they there when I was talking to Lisa? Why were they following me? Who was it? With a million thoughts running through my head I finally reached my floor and I rushed to my dorm, hurried to unlock and open the door. I locked and bolted the door and rested my back on it. After I calmed down I went to my bedroom and started gathering my toiletries so I could have a quick shower before bed. After a quick ten minute shower I dressed in my pajamas and set my alarm for eight o’clock. I relaxed into my pillow ready for a nice deep sleep that never came.

[idolish7rabbitchats]

Izumi Iori: Wonderful Octave Rabbit Chat Part 3

Tsumugi: Good work! Can I start collecting requests again soon?

T: Iori-san, Tamaki-san, did you get rid of the red stain on the jersey...?

1: Sorry to make you wait. We washed it carefully, so it’s fine now.

4: Iorin, I hung iiit

4: [Thumbs-Up Pudding Stamp]

1: Thank you.

T: That’s great! So then, let’s start again.

5: The next request was me huh.

5: This will be too common but how about something like a tongue-twister. Same as Iori-kun’s memorizing game, if we come up with something, it will be a fun project.

2: Both Ichi and Sou are reliable with standard games.

10000: I think the listeners will also be happy if we make a tongue-twister that’s related to Iori-kun!

1: A tongue-twister that’s related to me huh. I can’t think of one immediately but...

5: I wonder what would be good. This is just one option but like including Iori-kun’s name in the tongue-twister?

7: Like “Iori who miraculously distributes handbills to Brazilians!” ? [T/N: If you want to try saying it in Japanese, it’s “BuRaJiRuJiNnNi MiRaKuRu BiRaKuBaRi SuRu Iori!”]

3: What the heck is “miraculously distributes handbills” lololol

4: I don’t get it but doesn’t that sound like a tongue-twister?

1: Please don’t play with people’s names. (Mad) (Mad) (Mad)

1: Anyways, isn’t Nanase-san’s idea deviating from the topic since while ago?

7: Eh?! I’m not deviating am I?!

5: Maybe it sounds funny when you add people’s names…?

1: No, thank you for the appropriate request.

5: [Sweating Pudding Stamp]

T: Tongue twisters seem fun! The content of it will be a secret till the day of…!

T: So then, next is Mitsuki-san please!

3: From me, “Brother’s Macaron Taste Testing Game!”

3: A game where I prepare several macarons and you guess which macaron I made! You’ve eaten a lot since you were a kid so you would guess close isn’t it?

1: More like it will be no match for me huh? I’ll guess 100 percent.

3: Oh! You said something that made me happy!

1: I wouldn’t mistake the sweets Nii-san makes.

3: Thanks, Iori! Expect a birthday cake too!

3: [Confetti Pudding Stamp]

10: This two’s conversation is heartwarming!

100: I’m jealous of how friendly you are! Darling, let’s show them friendliness too!

1000: You can’t be helped huh, Momo ^ ^

T: Mitsuki-san, thank you! It seems like it’ll be a heartwarming game from the brothers!

T: Next is the request from Yamato-san please.

2: From Onii-san, “As a younger member, please beg me to do something for you” maybe?

2: Because Ichi is dependable. Occasionally, I want to see the rare Ichi that lets himself be spoiled. (lol)

1: Beg for something? I don’t really have anything but…

1: I mean, I can tell from your (lol) on the end of the sentence that this will be not only pure kindness. Aren’t you planning to tease me?

2: Not that (lol)

1: There is it again!

6: Iori, this is Yamato hiding his embarrassment. Because he can’t honestly say that he wants you to be spoiled.

8: The heck, somehow you have cute side (lol)

3: Yeah he has one somehow lol

1000: He does huh.

2: Wait a sec

2: What is this situation...

6: Meaning, this request is Iori and Yamato’s tsundere competition :-D

2: I’m not that kind of character...

1: I’m not either!!!

T: I’m curious with that competition but, let’s wait until the request is chosen...!

T: Next, can we hear a request from Yaotome-san please?

8: From me, [Free talk with highschooler-like words].

1: Highschooler-like words?

8: You always speak formally right? I’m interested in the private Izumi-otouto.

1: I don’t change how I am now in private but.

1: What kind of words are you indicating, the highschooler-like words Yaotome-san is thinking of?

8: I can’t think of it if you say that suddenly but, I wonder.

8: DK.

1: DK?

8: Ah, no.

8: My bad.

8: Forget that.

9: You were shocked that you misunderstood DK as a dining kitchen right?

8: That’s not it!

10: If Iori-kun talks to us, we can learn new words and it will be helpful!

Anesagi: You guys don’t need to remember those words!

1: Got it. For Yaotome-san’s request, I’ll learn some DK words.

8: Y-Yeah. Looking forward to it.

T: Yaotome-san, thank you! I’m very interested in the Iori-san who’ll use DK words!

T: So then, please give a request, Tsunashi-san!

10: My request is [Iori-kun presents to everyone what he likes].

10: Iori-kun and I have had jobs together right? So, I was thinking I wanted to know Iori-kun better!

1: Thank you.

1: I also learned a lot at that time. I will prepare well for the presentation.

10: What’s wonderful about Iori-kun is that he sees, hears, and thinks by himself. I was impressed that he is great!

10: I’m looking forward to your presentation. It would be nice if you picked my request.

T: I’m also very happy with the kind words for Iori-san! Thank you!

T: Can I ask the next request to be from Momo-san? 100: Yes yeeees!

100: I mean I’m hesitant to say my request after this. lol even though I’m gonna say it lolol

100:[Please make listeners’ hearts pound with a heart-pounding line that Iori thinks of★]

100: I’m sorry to break the heart warming atmosphere (>ω<)っ))

1: No, that’s fine but….

1: Heart-pounding line?

100: I think Iori’s fans would definitely be happy! I want to hear it too!

100: You say stuff like, “Look only at me” right?! With the best face right?! It will definitely be heart pounding~!

1: I understand that this kind of demand is expected of me as an idol. But honestly, I feel hesitant, or I could say that I need some bravery to do that alone in the radio recording booth...

1: First of all, where did it come from, that line...

1000: That’s a line I said in a drama right.

100: Correct~ :*.;”.*・;・^・:\(*^▽^*)ノ:・;^・;・*.”;.*:

1000: You favorited that one huh.

100: It was the most heart-pounding line Yuki!

1: I’m really sorry to say this but, can you please not involve me in your married couple skit?

1000: You said that so straight ^ ^

100: That’s Iori’s good point huh!

1000: Ah. I thought of a request too.

1000: Can I say it?

T: Y-Yes! Please do!

1: After this conversation?!

1000: [Do an impromptu drama of an ideal date situation]

1000: That’s perfect for Iori-kun right?

1: Everyone has weird standards of what’s perfect for me!

1000: You don’t need to be that embarrassed tho

1000: Just release yourself. You might be able to meet a new you.

1: I won’t release it, also I don’t need to meet it.

7: I’m interested in a new Iori tho!

4: Me too

6: Me too.

10: I’m interested too!

1: First of all, please start by knowing me now.

7: I already know!

T: This concludes hearing all of the requests. Everyone, thank you for the fun requests!

T:  Please look forward to which request will be chosen for being on air!

1: Everyone, thank you.

100: We said our requests but doesn’t Iori have one? A request!

1: From me?

100: It’s almost your birthday right! It’s a special day where you can say selfish things!

8: Right! It’s a little early, but ask anything.

10: You can say something that we can prepare for your birthday!

6: Yamato, this is your chance to spoil Iori!

2: Oh. It’s coming now?

*T: Do you have a request for us?

1: I don’t have anything in particular. You don’t have to think about celebrating my birthday so please rest for the next job.

1: Thank you for going through the trouble but you don’t need to care about me.

8: Even though it’s a birthday request, it was about work.

9: Isn’t that fine? I think I’d have done that too.

100: Ioriiiii!!! 。+。゜☆(●・w・【 Happy birthday】・w・●)☆゜。+。

10: Iori-kun, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Say it if there’s ever anything! I can help you!

1000: Congrats, Iori-kun

9: Happy birthday.

8: Congrats. I’m wishing it’ll be a special year for Izumi-otouto.

10000: Happy birthday Iori-kun. Everyone is helped by you, who is reliable. Thank you.

Okazaki: Happy Birthday.

Anesagi: Happy birthday. I think you can let yourself go for one day!

T: From me, Happy birthday! Iori-san!

3: Iori, happy birthday… is what I want to say but, please look forward to the actual birthday!

2: Cuz it seemed we would all gather at the dorms at night.

1: Everyone, thank you.

1: I’ll perfectly complete the radio recording. Please looking forward to it on air.

V2:

2:  Oh. It’s coming now?

T: Do you have a request for TRIGGER-san?

1: I want to see TRIGGER-san’s stage again. I definitely want to reference it.

1: Thank you for going through the trouble but you don’t need to care about me.

V3:

2: Oh. It’s coming now?

T: Do you have a request for Re:vale-san?

1: If there is any opportunity, would you invite us to “NEXT Re:vale” again? Please call our manager anytime.

1: Thank you for going through the trouble but you don’t need to care about me.

[martiniblves]

mijoo and her iconic entrances DFKLSJGDF

yes, i really am recycling the intro some of you probably Just caught when you followed me DGSFLJLGSD

hey y’all, i’m kat, english student and an old hag :/ also slowly coming down from an anxiety moment, hence only deleting old shit now and potentially going rogue from my blog for the night after posting this ( aka, best if y'all send me your d*scord users bc it's much easier for me there ) sfdgjgfd i’m super excited for this group and can’t wait to read all about your muses !  and hoping you feel the same, i’ll get right to introducing avalon bay’s resident messy brat, dahlia !

[ lee mijoo ] dahlia kim, twenty-four, cis female, she/her, radio dj — a world-class traveler in the making, self-proclaimed “ reformed ” groupie, has been a tennant at avalon bay for two years, her cherry blaster obsession is the sweetest thing about her, she slept with an ex-best friend’s roommate and crush as revenge. [ kat, 22, nt, she/her ]

she often goes between dahlia and dia, first and foremost sdfglkj

came from a super small town in upstate new york where there wasn’t much to do or much to see, so growing up she had an adventurous streak that would run rampant when she was able to go off by herself, able to drive, and finally able to leave it behind

her family life was rather average, her parents scraped by financially but her and her two younger siblings never really went without — aside from a toy or two at christmas or a brand new car for their sixteenth birthdays sfgkljgdf

gets on fine with them, but her and her little/middle sister have had an on-and-off contentious relationship that, at the moment, is very much ON SDFGFG

small town life was.. okay overall, she was social Enough and polite but never really maintained any close relationships with her childhood pals once high school came and went, mostly bc the town was full of gossips so everyone thought poorly of each other and passed it onto their kids LSKFDGJGDFL

and yes, i’m kinda basing this off of the antics of adults from my hometown, what about it ??

she spent most of her formative years with her head in the clouds and music always around her or on her mind

so you bet she wound up taking guitar and piano lessons when she was a kid and well into her teens, and dare i say she was pretty good at it fsdglkjgdf

having that skill gave her the boost of confidence she needed from middle school onward, having been a tad reserved before then

idk what else to add bc i honestly can’t think of anything else about her past Before moving away. dull as hell probably, more than it’s already been said LKGSDF

upon moving to the city, she attended nyu just to keep her parents from completely losing their minds over her not.. wanting to go on a sure path, majoring in communications and spending much of her time as a dj for the campus radio station’s late night shows

soon began searching for dj gigs at major radio stations once she’d graduated and landed a spot as an intern to meet with artists the station wished to interview, etc, and even had an opportunity or two to interview them herself

through that job, she became more exposed to the groupie lifestyle and — having always been somewhat intrigued — soon became one ( of sorts ) 

sorry if you’re a fan of h*lsey bc this might come across as a dig, but this is where she becomes the chill version of groupie!h*lsey that h*lsey wishes she had been DFLSKJDGSFL

she liked the attention from drummers, singers and rappers alike — plus having sex with talented, rich people whenever they were in town didn’t hurt one bit — and she kept it all separate from her job, although it did help the station land more interviews, tickets for contests, etc

wasn’t big on hard drugs, but she never shied away from a bong being handed to her or a couple of xanax tablets, just so we’re clear here sdflkgjfdgk

however, the no-strings set-up quickly shifted for dahlia upon meeting a rising indie band’s lead singer

he was smooth as hell, which she already knew alongside his tendency to get bored easily with fangirls-turned-groupies like the rest of the musicians she’d met, so when she played along with his game, it didn’t take long for him to maintain an interest in her and for them to forge something of a friendship

she’d never admit it to anyone, but he was her first love as the initial sexual attraction very quickly became romantic after long conversations about music and aspirations, mundane happenings in their lives separate from their encounters and who should’ve won immunity on the recent ep of masterchef; dia knew he wouldn’t settle down now and she knew that while she was his number one at that point, she wasn’t the only one he had. a couple of months passed where it seemed like he was going only to her, that his interest rarely waned to the other girls that would swarm him, which led her to believe he was at least somewhat into her and to her confessing when they were both drunk one night — only to be shut down but not shut out

dejected and heartbroken, she still couldn’t quite distance herself from him like she knew she should and the front she put up — that she exaggerated her feelings and would get over it — made him none the wiser

however, he couldn’t get over the thought of his fwb still being in love with him and cut ties with her abruptly before his nth departure from nyc

it took her right out of her bubble, left a horrible taste in her mouth to even go back to being a groupie for others over how poorly it all went with him, so she abandoned the sexual aspect and potential intimacy of it — but not before taking herself completely out of that lifestyle for a few months to get over him

which.. lbr, she’s only 90% of the way there to this day sfdlkkdfsgl

upon going back, she showed up to shows and parties solely as a friend of the performer.... before that got old Quick and she realized how soul-sucking it was for her sexually frustrated And repressed ass KFSLJGS

though ask her pals and they’d think she’d given it up altogether, hence her supposedly being reformed

.. at least she isn’t indulging in drugs like she occasionally used to, so that counts for something lksdfjlgdf

as for her time in radio, she got promoted to a morning slot as a dj with a couple of co-hosts last year, though once an afternoon slot opened, she high-tailed it out of there

anything to get back to her chill, late night roots and this was the first step

lastly, she moved to avalon bay 2 years ago, after uni was done and she had to move out of the dorms. in that time, she’d become best friends with another girl and had a massive falling out bc the other was. well. changing for the worst sgfjgfd

she became selfish, judgmental, advantageous and disloyal, and soon dia had enough of her hypocritical and generally nasty antics ( and not without a brutal argument that left both of their egos bruised )

dahlia isn’t always one for petty revenge, but when the ex-bff’s roommate and crush — who dia had a slight interest in as well — bumped into her in the hallway of their dorm one night, she took her chance to knock the other down a peg by initiating a flirtatious conversation that quickly turned sexual

with her ex-bff being on the other side of the wall of said roommate’s room

safe to say that their ( final ) conversation in the morning was a fucking disaster SDFLGKJGFDK

it’s not something she’s entirely ashamed about, but dia doesn’t feel the need to disclose what happened

PERSONALITY AND OTHER SHIT

she loves her friends, would die for them, would kill for them. let’s get that straight first and foremost !

does that mean she’s the nicest or even the most tolerable person ?? fuck no SFGLJGKDF

i described her to one of my pals as a “ chaotic free-spirit with a mean streak when she doesn’t get her way, ” which. could also describe a couple of my bitchier muses tbh FLDKGJDS

but she’s stubborn, irritable and has a sense of high self-worth and self-preservation

she obviously has an attitude that can and will come out if you hurt her or someone she cares about/someone she thinks doesn’t deserve it

or if you think you’re a god or something

and it can get ugly.. as explained above dfskgdgkf

however, we love confident women on this blog and here you have one !

she’s chill for the most part, so you ( probably ) won’t have anything to worry about if you stay on her good side gfsdkljgfd

passionate af about radio and music as a career, wants to have a gig like zane lowe’s beats hosting job or even annie mac’s one day

although she also wishes to put out music of her own at least Once before she dies dfgsljdfgk

bit of a wild child, likes to party and just do her own thing — partially bc she’s scared of getting older and having to give that all up/being forced to act her age

doesn’t mean she doesn’t like her quiet nights in though !

closet romantic, just wants to be swept off of her feet..... but no one needs to know that, at least she doesn’t think so FSDJKGFD

won't let you see it anyways, at least unless she's Interested and knows you're not someone who's only useful for her in the short-term

also quietly doting, will never be the mom friend bc it’s too much responsibility and patience, but will always be a good shoulder to cry on who tells you your feelings are valid before she tells you to toughen the fuck up and amend a situation yourself, might even tell you how

some exceptions may apply FDLSJGSFLK

a bit vulgar at times, just warning you now fgldskf

wants to see the world and has travelled a little as it is bc of her connections. loves it

JFKDGS

has a pet succulent bc she Knows she can't look after the big fluffy dog of her dreams rn

named him bobby after one of the characters from the love island game DFLKGSJF

i honestly dk what else to add rn, plus i’m eager af to post this so we’ll end it here ! cute extras can always be posted later !

[minnochu]

Wonderwall (pt 5)

Yoongi x Reader

Cursed | Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7

(A/n): Wow I actually don’t know how to write lol. Here’s a rushed chapter ‘cause I suck and dk how to write a proper story oof and left you guys hanging for 500 years.

Also since this is a thousands years later and new people might find this, go read Cursed first linked above (le first installment)

“Uh.. hi?”

The awkwardness is so thick, it makes you want to run out of the office and to safety. Definitely not the damned bathroom where you’d be surrounded by sinks and water. Hell no. Your feet stayed rooted to the ground and you curse your wimpy self for not being able to move when Yoongi is offering a kind upturn of his lips that is so subtle that you wouldn't have caught it if you weren’t already ogling his face and wondering how he’s so fucking handsome and he and your dream-coma-whatever-he-is boyfriend look so scarily alike.

Namjoon coughs and smiles at his coworker, “Have you two met already?”

You’re opening and closing your mouth like a goldfish, at a loss for words at this coincidence while Yoongi simply answers calmly on your part, “We met this morning when she was running errands.”

You inwardly smack yourself. Gosh you needed to wake up or something. This was not your coma world. What in the actual fuck were you doing checking out this man while your boyfriend is standing right there?

“What are you doing having a girl run errands for you and Jimin, huh?” He asks suspiciously, eyeing Hoseok with a teasing look in his eyes as his arms cross over his chest.

The other whistles nonchalantly, avoiding the glint in his hyung’s eye as you nudge him teasingly.

“Honestly it was the only job we could snag for her,” Namjoon answers for the poor man as he wraps an arm around your waist, “I was hoping I could finally introduce her to you but I guess you two both beat me to it… but (Y/n) this is Min Yoongi, one of my closest friends here, Yoongi, this is my girlfriend (Y/n).”

You’re not sure why you feel weird being introduced in such a way but Yoongi holds out a hand for you to shake and as you take it - he’s there. You see flashes of silver-haired Yoongi with a sly smile as you supposedly hold his hand. There’s mischief in his eyes, its almost seductive in the way they appear. Reality returns like cold water and you retreat, palm resonating with the blonde’s warmth.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you properly Mr. Min,” you bow politely, but he chuckles and shakes his head.

“Pleasures all mine but Yoongi is alright, no need for that kind of stuff, you make me sound like an old man,” he smiles gently, although he frowns as Hoseok bursts into thigh smacking laughter.

“But you are old hyung!” He chortles, dodging a swipe from the elder’s shaking fist.

The blonde turns to you with a calmer and more contemplative look as he sizes you up from head to toe. His scrutiny admittedly makes you slightly put off and uncomfortable but his eyes are anything but judging and negative.

“Here’s a thought…” He starts as his eyes dart from Hoseok to Namjoon, “Rather than being those dimwits’ maid, why don’t you be my secretary of sorts. You’ll be fetching me coffee, yes, but more than that, you can help me read over my lyrics or listen to the stuff I make - more of an assistant you can say.”

“Hey!” Hoseok protests, but pouts when Yoongi casts him a narrowed look, “Well it’s her choice, not mine I guess..”

“What do you think about it?” Namjoon asks you, you can tell the gears in his head are running high speed as he goes over how they’ll relay this to the boss and other complexities, but in the end it was also up to you if you wanted to be more than just a “water girl” kind of employee.

It was absolutely tempting no doubt about it, moreover you’d be getting the chance to watch Yoongi in the middle of writing lyrics and making jams, it seemed interesting. Moreover, you were most definitely interested in getting to know him - but wouldn’t it be more logical to stay away from him to avoid getting carried away? Ahh… only the first day on the job and they were already trying to promote you from an errand girl to a glorified one for Yoongi specifically though.

Would Namjoon think of it weird if you said yes? It wouldn’t be of any harm right? It was just a job.

“Um, I’ll think about it,” you finally decide to say, although you already knew you wanted to take it so badly, “I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully, “I guess you’re right, sorry to push this kind of decision onto you just like that when we only just met and it’s your first day after all.”

His eyes turned up to bore into yours as he continued, “I look forward to your answer.”

Fuck. He didn’t have to go and overkill you like that, you thought bitterly when your heart betrayed your actual relationship and melted under the sly raspiness of the blonde’s voice. Managing a small smile, you nodded and promised an answer before the end of the week as he also promised to ask the company CEO in advance as well in case you really did accept the little upgrade.

For the rest of your work day, you’re tending to Seokjin as he films an upcoming web drama. It’s not too hard you thought at the very least, standing by the foldable black chair, designated with his name, holding a water bottle and a fan. You felt like one of those assistants someone would see tending to an idol in a behind the scenes video, but this was better than running back and forth between the speedy mart and the dance studio for Hoseok and the boys.

Your thoughts wander to what it would be like promoted to Yoongi’s assistant. You’d get listen in to tracks before they debut for the public. You’d read over and approve lyrics he’d come up with. It all sounded fun and inviting over running errands, though you still loved Hoseok, Jimin,  and Jungkook nonetheless. However, you knew you were drawn towards Yoongi and it couldn’t be helped that you wanted to take the offer to work closely with him for five to eight hours a day. 

Pulling you out of your messy thoughts, you figure Seokjin just finished filming a scene when he approaches with that radiant smile of his. You wondered how he was still single with his princely features. He ignored the water bottle you jutted out for him to take and opted instead for a side hug around her shoulders.

“Thanks again for doing this (Y/n),” He smiles softly as she beckons him to sit down and rest himself before his next shoot, “How you holding up?”

Puffing out your chest in exaggeration, you grinned widely, “What do you mean? I’m doing great! It’s thanks to all of you that I have an amazing opportunity to work with you all without any special talent in myself.”

“Don’t say that!” He frowns, ruffling the top of your head in a brotherly fashion, “Hold yourself high, you’ve got so many special things about you!”

Pouting, you’re about to retort in objection when your phone vibrates in your pocket. Seokjin notices and smiles, “That must be Namjoon, you should go home now, you’ve been here all day!”

“Alright, thank you!” You comply, hugging him one last time before shooting your boyfriend a confirmation message that you were off the hook now and would meet him outside where he previously mentioned he was. It has gotten quite darker, you observe as you reach the lobby and focus outside where the last of the sunset is disappearing for the night and the street lamps have lit up the entrance pathway. A tall figure is standing outside near one of the lamps, hair very noticeably a dusty brunette belonging to none other than your boyfriend’s.

As you approach the sliding glass doors, it becomes apparent that there’s another person with him. They look to be near the end of their conversation as eyes peer around Namjoon’s tall frame to lock on your approaching figure from the entrance.

When you come to reach the two, it’s apparent that the other is a woman. You don’t want to come off rude, but you can’t help sizing up her rather taller stature, slender legs exposed from the high cut of her high to low sun dress that accentuates the curviness of her S-line. And her face? She was pretty. Pretty fucking gorgeous. You felt small in her presence, she had to be some kind of supermodel or something.

What business did she have with Namjoon, you wondered. Oh no. Was she here to woo him? Namjoon was totally on a whole other appearance spectrum as you, it was blatantly obvious as he was smokin’ gorgeous, especially with those adorable dimples he always flashed with an even more dashing smile.

Shit-

“(Y/n)!” Namjoon turns around in the midst of your brooding, “Ready to go home?”

He turns briefly to catch the woman in the middle of her leave and they hug before she leaves.

“A friend?” You ask innocently, not wanting to sound too jealous, but you know it was probably tangible for even Namjoon to notice and he chuckled at your cuteness. Lacing his fingers with yours, he held the back of you hand to his plump lips, placing a chaste kiss against your skin. Warmth spreads from the spot as your cheeks flush and you look away with a pout.

“Stop looking like that,” he grins, pressing another kiss on your knuckles, “She’s someone I collaborated with in the past, and we became good friends. She’s been meaning to meet up and arrange for another collaboration for her company’s idol groups and whatnot after the success of our last production together.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully, his excuse plausible as you haughtily allow him this once.

“You’re too cute (Y/n),” he laughs as you both retire home, “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Joon,” is your loving reply back.

That night however, you dream of Yoongi. It’s not blonde Yoongi from Namjoon’s company though. This Yoongi has grey hair and it’s apparent that it’s the Yoongi from your vivid coma dreams. In the dream, you relive endless kisses. They’re sensual, burning fire scorching against your lips, and eager to unravel you as this Yoongi whispers his nickname for you in that sexy low rasp of kitten. It’s all too real, kisses and touches resonating against where they touch as though they were actually really there, but your mind reminds yourself that he is only a figment of your inner desires and dreams. 

The dream ends just as your dream lover has turned back into a cat and you wake with a gasp.

You wonder if maybe this attraction you felt for Yoongi, blonde Yoongi, was only due to his appearance. Sure he was drop-dead-gorgeous. However, you probably only were interested due to the fact that he looked like Min Yoongi, who had been cursed to be a cat. He wasn’t your Yoongi. He was his own persona, different or not and you were with Namjoon. It wouldn’t be fair to Namjoon that you suddenly wake up and are pining after a man you’d just met that so happens to be his co-worker and friend. You knew better than that!

And yet here you are, knocking on Yoongi’s studio door to accept his offer.

Inside, you’re not expecting a girl who looks exactly like Jinri to greet you with Yoongi, their hands connected loosely, very tell-tale of what kind of relationship they held.

“Oh hey (Y/n), ready to give me an answer?”

You bite your lip, as he casts you a half apologetic, half encouraging smile.

Why the fuck couldn’t you just stay in a coma?

[acherys]

Please,,,, talk more about Paladin Au Zoen or that au where Zoen is legitimized as heir and grows up with her mom in Theramore and with the expectation of a crown and becomes Genn's ally because destruction of Theramore. You don't have to ofc but like...., they're both really cool and fun aus to think about. Or yell more about the Scourge, cause i know u love them and also?? Your thoughts on them are incredibly Interesting and delightfully terrifying and so amazingly Scourge that we Need More

     Thank you so much!!! This is no joke one of the sweetest messages I’ve ever received. I’m so glad that you like my thoughts on these subjects. (Also the fact that you’ve remembered those AUs when I totally forgot about them is really impressive, lmao, and if you’re coming from the DK Discord like I’m guessing - what’s up, buddy, let’s talk more.)

     In a grand example of mashing two things together into something barely resembling either original ingredient, let’s talk about Princess Zoen Menethil of the Scourge. 

     And also how Arthas perceives her because that’s one of the most important aspects of her character and I don’t think I’ve touched on it in a while.

     Quick disclaimer that this is all either my own conjecture / headcanoning or my observations regarding how other people who’ve written Scourge muses have treated her. This is absolutely not me trying to be like - “if you write a Scourge muse, you MUST treat Zoen this way” or anything, it’s just…. me…. I don’t know. Writing to write?

     Also all of this only really applies to my own au wherein Arthas is the Lich King again, because otherwise pretty much none of this smoothly translates into a Lich King Bolvar world. 

     Anyways. TL;DR: Zoen’s the princess of the Scourge and that means weird things.

     by bryss

     While prior to Arthas’ first death atop the Frozen Throne, Zoen was regarded and treated by the Scourge no differently than any other death knight (and, later, an Ebon Blade death knight), after his resurrection and reclamation of the Helm of Domination, her position…. changed. Partly, this was due to the fact that her parentage was now public knowledge; before Arthas’ death, it had been known only to herself and her parents, but in the wake of the Bolvar’s ascension her heritage was revealed. While Arthas hadn’t been actively keeping it a secret while he was Lich King, he also wasn’t actively unmaking its secrecy, and thus - no one knew. 

     After he died, though. After he came back. Zoen became a little more singular.

     The tendency of the Scourge to perceive Zoen as their (errant, treacherous, misguided, idiot of a) princess started up after Arthas retook the Frozen Throne. It didn’t mean especially much, since he and Zoen weren’t really in communication and the only Scourge agent she had any prolonged exposure to was Myrundíel Mourningale (and Kel’Thuzad, depending on the writer), but it was still the perception. King’s daughter = princess. Simple arithmetic. Most likely at this point, Scourge will still attempt to slay her if they see her, it’s just that they might do so primarily so they can bring her corpse back to Arthas because they think it’ll please him.

     Upon taking up the mantle of the Deathlord, Zoen has become Scourge in all but name. The Ebon Blade’s so-called ‘alliance’ is hardly anything so equal as the term implies, considering the entirety of their Legion questline consisted of them at his beck and call. Nazgrim, Thoras Trollbane, and Sally Whitemane were all resurrected on his word. Fordring only escaped that horror by the skin of his teeth. Many Silver Hand paladins, an entire brood of storm dragons, and potentially nearly all that’s left of the red dragonflight are murdered because he tells them to do so. Acherus came to defend Icecrown Citadel from an invasion!! “We are not beholden to this Lich King” you sure, Mograine???

     At this point, powerful and obedient (if not loyal), manning a position among whose epithets literally includes “Champion of the Lich King”, Princess Zoen of the Scourge started to be more of a thing. She’s theirs. They won’t obey her, of course, not unless Arthas explicitly gives the order -  Ebon Blade still doesn’t neatly equal Scourge, after all - but they’re also not going to kill her on sight like they would any other adventurer. ‘Cause she’s their princess. She’s their king’s heir.

     Except no, no she isn’t, because that’s not how the Scourge monarchy works.

     The successor of the Lich King is straight-up just whomever happens to jam the Helm of Domination on their head first after the current king dies. That’s it. There are no appeals, no chances for succession crises, no one within the kingdom may usefully dispute this situation, nothing. It is functionally impossible for Zoen to be a crown princess in anything other than name. The dead second someone other than her puts on the crown first after Arthas dies, she’s back to being no one (in the context of this discussion). She might be best called the heir apparent if only because as Deathlord, she’s both in close contact with the Lich King and also outside his control enough that her taking up the crown when he dies is pretty feasible, but. That’s still a huge if. A better term is really to call her the “heir, apparently.”

     And we haven’t even MENTIONED the fact that Arthas honestly, genuinely, desires and expects to rule as the Lich King forever. He has no plans to willingly give up that throne, he has no intentions of dying or retiring or anything. He’s the Lich King, ad infinitum. He has no actual, practical use for an heir, because he’s never going to leave behind anything to inherit. The point of a princess is to have someone around to take over after the current leader, but that’s completely pointless if there’s no after.  

     (You might think “He’s died once, surely he realizes he could die again, so shouldn’t he want to choose who will lead the Scourge after him?” but the issue with that logic, is that he genuinely does not give a fuck about the Scourge unless he’s in charge of it. Arthas is an absolute, total narcissist. He loves the Scourge now, he cares deeply for it now, and he wants it to succeed only because of how he perceives it as an extension of himself. So while under this justification, he would definitely be partial to Zoen inheriting it after him instead of someone like Bolvar, if only because he also sees her as an extension of himself, she’s still fundamentally unacceptable because she is not him. He’ll still be bitter and pissy in the afterlife if she’s on the Throne, no matter how much appeal he might have found in her being his ‘heir’ while he was still around.)

     Zoen’s position in the Scourge is really just a very long, very unfunny joke being pulled on absolutely everyone involved. It’s profanity against the monarchy Arthas comes from, against the situation they would be in were they both alive, against Arthas and Zoen themselves because love is a weakness that ought to be nonexistent in the Scourge, and yet the Lich King turned an unworthy girl into a death knight merely because she’s his daughter. The punchline is he did it because he loves her. No one laughs. 

     Zoen is a princess of the Scourge because Arthas likes the irony, and because she’s his daughter. That’s really it. She’s been his princess and heir since she was born. He never intended for her to be hidden away forever, he was always going to present her to court and have her legitimized. That’d been the plan even when he was alive. So for the Scourge to embrace her as such (which they do primarily because he embraces her as such, this would be a totally Different Conversation if Arthas didn’t care about her at all) is really just the natural evolution of that ambition. 

     She’s his daughter. Her place is at his side. It’s very much that simple.

     (The logical contortions he goes through to justify his expectations of filial loyalty from her when he committed patricide are both impressive and horrifying.)

[freya-july]

ophelia || casseya

new discovery .  teasing  .  incest encounter

Freya July:

Freya hadn’t lied.  For the past week she’d been planted on her couch at night with her work phone talking to her clients and getting them off with nothing but the sound of her voice and a vivid imagination.  It was great seeing as she couldn’t really sleep most nights anyway, that meant more hours raking in cash since she legit had no other way of doing that now.  The med thing, with Cassie holding onto them, made her feel more at ease with the whole situation but it meant giving her a key so that she couldn’t outright refuse to let her in at night. Tonight was like all the other nights this week.  She sat on her couch in a pair of ivory linen bed pants that rode low on her hips and a matching baggy cotton crop top.  Her hair was up in a messy bun and her feet were bare.  The phone was held up to her ear as she talked to the third client of the evening.  “And I’m there at your feet, Miss.  Naked.  Needing, wanting, craving your touch.”  Her tone was seductive, her accent was English subtly so as to mask the American accent she normally had.  She added in a whimper for good measure.  “Please... please touch me?  I’ll be good.  I’ll be so good for you- your good girl.”  To any on looker she appeared to be having a normal conversation.  “.... if that’s what you want, Miss.  you know I will.  I’ll crawl, I’ll beg-  I’ll do whatever you want. “

Cassandra July:

Cassandra wasn’t someone who liked being cooped up, she needed to get out, be doing something, so when Rosalyn was fast asleep, Cassie was wide awake and in need of company. She figured annoying Freya would be a good option— she needed to give her her meds anyway so it was a win-win situation. She made her way down to her sister’s apartment and she didn’t bother knocking this tome, it was late maybe her roommate was asleep or out so Cassie didn’t see an issue with it. She lets herself in and stops dead in her tracks. The English accent sounds so familiar, it makes her brows knit together. She knows that voice. She stands there for a few moments her brain ticking away until her eyes widen, realisation hitting her. To get Freya’s attention she shuts the door and clears her throat in that obvious, obnoxious way you do when you want someone to know you’re there. She could have just left... but part of her really didn’t want to.

Freya July:

Freya was mid moan when she head the door close.  It was one of three people- roommate, Dani, or Cassandra- and either which way, they all knew what her little profession entailed.  The woman on the other end of the phone had a lot to say tonight and she found herself humming and whimpering for good measure here and there.  The Domme was close.  Blue eyes peaked up and over the couch, landing on the older woman, her cheeks flushed ever so slightly but it would be barely noticeable.  “.... What else, Miss?”  She gestures to the couch  silently to let her sister know she can sit and that she’ll be done soon.” “I’ll stay there on my knees with my head between your legs as long as you want me there, Miss.  I’d stay there all night if that’s where you wanted me.”  It isn’t often that she finds herself turned on by these calls.  She has one female Domme and one male Dom who actually get her worked up during their phone sessions and this Domme isn’t the one.  There’s something about her tone that is slightly different when she’s turned on, when she’s actually touching herself, when she’s truly imagining the scene.  Her eyes watch the Domme in the room as she continues the conversation to its close.  With one final moan she gives a small smile.  “I’m glad I was able to help too, Miss.  Of course.  Call in anytime you please.  Have a lovely evening.”  Hanging up, she gives a yawn and a stretch and sets the phone down.  “What, no text?  No knock? You just show up now?”  The American accent was back and her lips quirked into a small smirk.

Cassandra July:

Cassie hadn't really expected Freya to just stop mid-conversation, after all it was here way of making money right now, but having her just gesture for the Domme to sit down made her smirk. She notes the flush on her sister's cheek and honestly, she can't blame her, it's not like either of them way shy about sex but this was a different situation - unbeknownst to Freya, though, they've been in a different situation that should cause her to blush more. The fact it's happened more than once is also a thing but Cassie hadn't known who was on the other end of the phone. As she sits, and watches as her sister continue the conversation with the stranger on the phone, she can't help but think this isn't the Ophelia she gets. She always seem like she's more involved, the tone of her voice is different to what Cassie has heard on the end of the phone. She feels smug knowing that, knowing Cassie must do a better job at the dirty talking and getting her off than her customer on the phone right now. Freya is doing a good job, though. When the conversation is over, Cassandra smirks back at her sister, arms crossing over her chest. "I thought it would have been more fun to just show up. And it certainly was," Cassie drawls, quirking her eyebrow. "Doesn't seem like you're having as much fun as you could have with those types of phone calls," she notes. She plans on telling Freya the truth but she's going to drag it out first.

Freya July:

That smirk is simply unfair.  Her thighs clench in those linen pants but otherwise she keeps her relaxed demeanor and has no trouble holding eye contact.  Freya gives a roll of those pretty eyes at her response but unlike other times it’s playful. Freya relaxes back into the pillows of the couch stretching her legs over her sister’s lap.  She lets her hair down and runs slender fingers through blond waves.  “Admittedly, there are only two people who get me worked up on those phone calls.  One woman.  One man.  The majority of the phone calls I just sit here and make voices and sounds, on those two it’s a different story.”  She leans on her elbow, cheek resting in her palm as she regards Cassandra.  “Always the English accent.  Everyone seems to enjoy the accent.”  She states in the accent mentioned.

Cassandra July:

Once Freya’s legs are over his lap, she rests his hands over them and then slowly starts to run his hand up and his her leg. She likes the moments like this between— sure their relationship runs on sassy comments, and snarky remarks, arguments that can last weeks, but this, this is a rarity and Cassie likes to take advantage of them. She watches as her sisters runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes following the movement. It distracts her so easily but she still manages to take on what her sister is saying. She smirks, again. Sure it may be big headed of her to think she’s the one woman Freya is talking about but she knows how Freya sounds with her compared to how she just sounded is not the same. “How often do you hear from this one woman, and one man?” she adds just to make it seems normal. She chuckles quietly, she missed admit she does personally like the English accent as well. “Us Americans do seem to like an English accent, I’m not sure why, though,” she muses.

Freya July:

Freya felt her breath catch in her throat as those hands smoothed along her legs.  She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from blushing.  It was sort of nice to have these softer moments, she underestimated just how much she needed them. “The man calls in once a week for the past four years. Sometimes twice, all depends on his business schedule.  He travels so I usually get a call when he’s cooped up in a hotel room which is typically a Monday night.  I call him Master.  Most men prefer Sir.”  The switch rolled her ankles and pointed her toes with a hum, she had no intention of moving her legs from their place in Cassie’s lap especially now that the woman’s hands were on them.  “The woman... The only woman I call Mistress on these calls... I hear from her more sporadically.  More often recently.”  She recalled before dk she would hear from her weekly so she guessed that was the case here in this reality.  “I used to hear from her once a week as well but the day varied.  It’s been a bit more often since I’ve been back... which is nice since I’m not really supposed to be scening or having intense physical encounters until I’m fully cleared.”  A few blond strands are twirled between her finger tips idly as she speaks.  “I find the accent,” she speaks in it easily once more, “adds to the whole scene. I never slip out of it.  Go by Ophelia- my middle name.”

Cassandra July:

Cassie was the type of person to notice things about people. She was harsh with people, she didn't care about being rude, but she always noticed things about people. So the blush on her sister's cheeks she definitely noticed, easily. She liked it, whether she was okay with admitting it out loud or not she didn't know but to herself, running his hands up and down her leg, she liked it. She listens as Freya talks about the man and woman, not really caring about the man but listening anyway because it was polite, right? She teases his fingers under the fabric of Freya's trousers as she talks about the man because she wants Freya to be focused on her. But then she talks about the woman. Mistress, the name Cassie had wanted to be called. She calls, when she can, because she can't dominate Rosalyn as much as she used to be able to and the phone calls were just easier. Maybe she liked them so much because it was Freya and she just never understood until now. "What do you like about her - the Domme?" she asks. She can't help herself, she wants to know Freya's point of view before she admits the truth. She smirks as she sees Freya' play with the strands of her hair, noticing it more now she knows and it's addictive, seeing those little movements from her. "Ophelia," she replies, that smirk still set on her lips. Why did she never put two and two together? "I like it. The name and the accent," she admits despite the fact it's more than she usually would say.

Freya July:

The color in Freya’s cheeks darkens ever so slightly when Cassandra’s hand find her warm smooth skin.  A shiver dances along her spine at the sensation, she enjoys the way they feel against her and it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than the Domme beside her. The younger woman raises a brow at the question but then thinks about it as her fingers continue to tease blond strands, now attempting to distract herself from enjoying her sister’s attention more than she should.  Seeing that smirk has her biting her lower lip.  Her lips part a moment later to speak but the words don’t come because the way Cassie says that name stirs something in her she can’t explain.  It takes her a moment but she clears her throat gently.  “Well... she pushes me.  She doesn’t seem to buy into unauthentic sessions  like others do.  I find myself wanting to obey her... and I do.  If she tells me to get on my knees then I’m on my knees, if she tells me to take off my clothes then my clothes come off, if she tells me to touch myself then my hands are on my body for her... and so on...which really doesn’t happen with any other clients.  I like her voice.  When she talks to me it feels like she’s here.  I find myself looking forward to our calls, less of a job if you actually enjoy it, right?”

After a moment she realizes she’s said more than she meant to and gives a small shake of her head with a little laugh.  “Nice to know you approve.”September 13, 2020

Cassandra July:

Cassandra is having too much fun with this, being the one in the know and using it to her advantage. She wonders if Freya knew, would she still be as open about admitting all of that? Probably not. But as her sister speaks, she continues to stroke her leg, her eyes never leaving her sister’s. Every word she says she makes Cassie feel a little bit smug, knowing she gets all that from here. She does think that the call should be fun for both parties so why not? Her mind wanders to what she could get Freya to do in person, where she’s standing in front of her and being able to see her actually do it. It excites the Domme more than it probably but thoughts of seeing how far she can push her sister are the only things she can think about right now. “Look at you, being such a good girl for a stranger,” Cassie teases. “You’re correct, it is less of a job if you do enjoy it— quite a shame you don’t seem to enjoy as much with others,” she muses. And she doesn’t really think it’s that much of a shame but it Cassie can be the one caller to do that for her, she’s happy about that. She lets out a quiet laugh as Freya shakes her head. “I really, really do,” she says as she quirks her eyebrow. He hands move further up his leg, squeezing gently at her thigh. “Imagine if I had walked in on that call.”

Freya July:

Hearing that phrase, Freya flushes once more.  She doesn’t understand how her sister has that power, in her old reality she never used to be able to get her to blush so frequently.  Fuck Patrick for making that phrase effect her the way it does.  Freya gives a small shrug.  “I don’t know.  I don’t feel@like it’s a shame, it would be exhausting to get that into every call.  I’d probably always be naked.”  She admits.  It’s so easy to talk to her sister right now.  She hates to admit that she’s enjoying it. The laugh coupled with that touch has another shiver spiraling through her body. Hands on her bare thighs are something she hasn’t really felt in awhile and it’s a shock to the system.  Her brow arched again slightly.  The accent comes back, it was a wonder how easily she could slip in and out of it.  “Good to know... perhaps I’ll use it when I want something.”  She smirks a little but then she’s quick to bite her lip once more at the next comment that falls from Cassie’s mouth. Freya releases her lip only to press them together.  She knows her sister would have felt her thighs clench beneath her hands even at the thought of that scenario.  “You certainly would have gotten more of a show.  I don’t hang up on clients ... especially not her.  And I give her what she wants.”

Cassandra July:

Cassie hums in agreement. “You’re right you probably would be exhausted but it’d be a good kind of exhaustion,” she muses, smirking again. Maybe it would also help Freya sleep more but she doesn’t say that, they’re getting in so far, no need to push it with talk of health. She laughs softly, thinking Freya being tanked naked all the time probably wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. She scratched her fingers against his thigh now, tickling her flesh in a slow, teasing way. It’s just easy, touching her in a simple ways like that. She quirks an eyebrow, feigning a serious expression. “You can try it on me, we’ll see if it does actually make me give you what you want,” she teases. She’s doesn’t give into requests easily, it’s her stubbornness mixed with the fact she likes people to work for what they want. Cassie does in fact feel Freya’s thigh clench under her touch and it makes her smirk, she likes knowing she has some physically power over her sister. “Not even if I walked in, hm? You’d just keep going... doing whatever it is you for this Domme,” Cassandra challenges. “Does she really hold that much power over you?” she asks, keeping her eyes locked on Freya’s face.

Freya July:

Freya  sucks in an audible breath at the way those fingers scratch along her bare skin. She recovers quickly by biting the inside of her cheek hard.  “You think it won’t’?”  The accent continues and she feigns a pout.  “I think you enjoy it more than you’re letting on.”  Those long lashes bat slightly and brilliant blue eyes find her sister’s gaze and hold it.  She’s trying so hard to ignore her touch.  It gets harder by the moment and she has to remind herself to breathe. The switch mentally curses her sister when she smirks again and that smirk tells her what she needs to know, Cassie felt her thigh clench, the older woman knew that she was having a reaction to the thoughts taking up residence in her mind.  That’s a problem.  Cassandra can’t know that she’s pushing all the right buttons, it’ll be used against her in the future, she’s sure of it. The blonde shakes her head, unable to form words for a moment.  Eventually she finds her voice.  “Not even if you walked in.  It’s my job.  I didn’t end the phone call when you came in earlier, did I?”  She challenges.  Freya clears her throat gently, fingers raking through her hair, she tries to break eye contact, clearly she’s a bit flustered.  “She may....” she admits.

Cassandra July:

The Domme is having way too much fun with this, with touching Freya so simply and having such delicious responses from it. Her mind wanders to other ways she could touch Freya that would result in even better responses. Her sister seems like she responds easily to things she quite clearly likes. Cassie wants more. The pout makes Cassandra roll he eyes but it’s done fondly. “I think you’re getting too big for your boots,” she retorts. She does indeed really enjoy the accent but she’s not going to make it so easy for Freya. Waiting for Freya to speak seems to last a while, she wonders what is going on in that beautiful head of hers. “You weren’t doing anything in that phone call, though, fake moans, sitting doing nothing. Do you think you would keep it up, actually touching yourself if I walked in?” she asks, and she doesn’t look away. She won’t break eye contact, the challenge is evident in her gaze. “A stranger,” she drawls, “having that much of an affect on you? I never thought I’d see the day,” she teases. Knowing it’s her that has the affect just makes it so much better to tease her with.

Freya July:

The younger woman gives a roll of brilliant blue eyes when she sees Cassie do just that.  It almost annoys her that her sister doesn’t give in easily but at the same time she enjoys the challenge. Freya scoffs a little.  “I was basically having phone sex when you walked in- that’s hardly doing nothing.”  Swallowing back any nerves she has at that question, she takes a moment to really think about it.  “I would.  You of anyone should know I never do a job half assed and I set expectations with this particular person.”  She held her gaze once more accepting the challenge.  “I would continue until the end of the call.” The teasing has her heart racing a little more.  “We’ve been talking for years so.... she doesn’t feel like a stranger.”  The entire hypothetical situation has her heated, her skin a little warmer to the touch now.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra casually shrugs her shoulders as Freya argues her point. She knows she was having phone sex and yet the Domme wishes maybe she had walked in on more. “And what a wonderful job you were doing at it,” she replies with a charming smile. Cassie knows Freya works hard at what she does, the Domme is exactly the same. The pair have always been driven and wanted to succeed in whatever it is they do— it’s definitely a good trait to have. She loves that Freya holds her gaze as she says that last sentence. “And then I would have sat here until the end of the call,” she confirms, not a hint of teasing in her voice. Freya doesn’t have to know that would actually never happen because Cassie is the person on the other end of the call. “Is that so?” Cassie asks as her fingers trail to her sisters inner thigh. The moment is more intimate than she’s ever been with Freya. Something new. Something exciting. She brushes her fingers against her skin, shifting closer to her sister. She searches her face for a few long seconds before she smirks again. “You’re going to have to excuse me,” she says. “It’ll be right back.” As she speaks she removes her hand from under the fabric and then stands up before making her way into her sister’s bathroom.

Freya July:

The way Cassandra speaks to her pushes every damn button she has.  Their often times hostile banter has always gotten under her skin and the Domme very well knows it.  It’s unfair... 100% unfair. Until the end of the call?  “Oh, really?”  Hearing that made her both nervous and excited and she had to mentally scold herself for thinking that Cassandra was doing anything more than teasing the ever living hell out of her.  She couldn’t be serious.... could she?  Cassie’s voice had gone serious and it sent another shiver through her body.  She was serious.  Dead serious. As those fingers find her inner thigh, she sucks in a sharp breath and her cheeks flush the slightest bit.  She can’t help but squirm subtly beneath her touch.  The switch could hear the racing of her pulse ringing in her ears.  What was Cassandra playing at?  Freya gave a small nod, deciding she couldn’t back down now and held her gaze.  “It is.” Freya remained where she sat, she didn’t pull away as Cassandra got closer, she didn’t move forward either but she held her ground.  The Domme was close... so fucking close.  As she searches Freya’s face the younger woman studies those eyes, the smirk has her toes curling a bit.  Her brow scrunches as Cassie excuses herself to head to the bathroom.  Freya watches her go and releases a shaky breath.  She doesn’t have much time to recover before her work phone is going off. She didn’t have any appointments so when the caller id read Mistress she felt like she couldn’t breathe.  She looked over towards the bathroom for a long moment and picked up the phone, her accent picking up.  “Hello, Mistress... I’m so sorry I didn’t realize we had an appointment.”  She was genuinely apologetic.

Cassandra July:

At the ’oh really’ comment all Cassandra does is quirk her eyebrow in response. The tone was serious, she had been serious and despite that, she still didn’t feel like confirming it out loud for the switch— she wanted to keep her wondering and squirming about it because it was way more fun. Cassie sits on the toilet, seat down as she actually didn’t need to use the bathroom, as she easily calls Freya — or Ophelia should she say. Heading that English accent on the other end of the phone has her smirking to herself. She brushes his fingers through her hair, ready to have some fun with her sister sat in the other room. “Hello, sweetie,” she drawls easily. She never put an accent on but her Domme voice was slightly different to her usual voice and she never used it on Freya, she wasn’t her Domme, after all. “We didn’t, but I missed that voice of yours, so I thought I’d give you a call,” she explains. “Do you think you’re in the mood to be a good girl for me?” she asks even though she knows the answer will be yes. “I was hoping to have you moaning in my ear again, telling me how much you want to please me. It does get me going,” she admits and her voice is low as she speaks.

Freya July:

Freya’s face was flush, her body was flush, she was over heated and panicking a little but in the best way possible.  Hearing her voice was like something out of a dream right now and she couldn’t wrap her mind around it.  The switch feels automatic relief when she heard that she hadn’t in fact missed a scheduled call.  She had missed her voice?  That only makes her blush deepen and she can’t help but smile.  “...I ... missed yours as well, Mistress.”  She admits softly. “I am.. always in the mood to be a good girl for you, Mistress.”  It was true, the only person she always wanted to be good for was simply a voice at the other end of a phone line... was that sad?  Freya was committed to this job and apparently to pleasing this person.  She told Cassie what would happen were this to go down and she wasn’t about to back down from the challenge that had been set.  “I love pleasing you, love moaning for you... I’ll do whatever you want.”  Blue eyes glance over at the bathroom door, nervous knowing that Cassie will most certainly be back soon.  “What would please you this evening, Mistress?”

Cassandra July:

Cassandra smirks at the way the switch falters when she says she missed her voice as well. It's endearing, honestly, to see that side of Freya that isn't so sure and confident. Cassie likes it more than she will ever let on. "Good to know, sweetie," she replies, the teasing evident in her voice but it's all in good fun, she would never make Freya - Ophelia - feel bad. Unless, of course, that's what the switch asked for then she'd be more than willing to do just that. The words are like music to Cassie's ears, and it's even better now knowing exactly who's on the other end of the phone. "And you are always so good," she muses. She lets out a happy hum when Freya confirms she loves pleasing and moaning for her, she did already know that but hearing the switch say it out loud was something Cassie could definitely get used to hearing. "I want you to touch yourself. But first, go ahead and take your clothes off for me, there’s no need for them,” she says, smirking despite Freya not being able to see it. “Even though I’m not there, I want you to do it slowly, really put on a show, sweetie.” She waits a few moments, giving Freya time to get undressed before she speaks again. “Imagine it's me, start rubbing yourself. You're going to edge for me three times before I let you come," she explains and she knows in the back of her mind, the third time Freya edges herself, Cassie is going to go out and finish the job for her. "Imagine I'm there, sweetie, touching you with teasing fingers, over your breasts, giving attention to your nipples while I play with you. I'd make you feel so good," she promises. "And I know you'd beg so prettily for me to let you come, but I'd just keep teasing you." God, she so desperately wants that and has to keep herself planted on the toilet seat for the time being.

Freya July:

Freya’s heart is racing a mile a minute as she listens to the voice on the other end of the phone.  The blushing currently happening is out of control and she mentally scolds herself for it.  This is why she’s always liked this woman, she can control her with just her voice which for Freya, has never truly been the case with anyone else. She swallows hard. “Yes, Mistress.”. She stands without hesitation and slowly teases off her clothing as if the Domme is right in front of her.  “First my hands smooth up my stomach, my skin is warm to the touch.  My fingers sneak up beneath my crop top, thumbs teasing the hem.  I pull it over my head for you.”  Unless told otherwise, Freya always tells her what’s happening in this way.  She folds the shirt and sets it aside.  “My chest is bare and my nipples are hard for you.  My hands slip back down my body@and thumbs hook into my linen bed pants tracing all the way to the drawstring.  I slowly pull the bow and when it releases, my pants slink to the floor and pool at my feet to show you that I don’t have any panties on.  I’m naked for you, Mistress.”  She folds her pants quickly and lays back on the couch again.  Her entire body is heated and for a moment she wonders if Cassie died in the bathroom. She settles the phone between her ear and her shoulder.  “My hands are your hands Mistress.”  She murmurs.  She does as she’s told again without hesitation.  One hand goes to her hardened nipples while the other slips down to tease and rub at her pulsing clit.  The little blonde moans.  “My legs are spread for you.  Hands teasing.”  She whimpers softly and the sound is so distinctly different from the phone call earlier because it’s so very real.

“I’m so wet for you, Mistress.”  Her breath is a little shaky, her hips roll as she rubs at herself.  “Your hands feel perfect on my body.  Your one hand keeping my nipples hard while the other rubs my clit and gives it the attention I crave.  It really-mmmh- really doesn’t take much to get me to the edge tonight.”  And that was true, Cassie had already worked her up.. she moans and after another moment starts to beg.  “Please- please, Mistress? Please- I need to come for you - I’ll be so good for you - please.  I want to be so good- your good girl.  I’m so so close and-“ She whimpers again.  Her body feels like it’s on fire.  “Please. Mistresss!”

Cassandra July:

Knowing exactly where Freya is, and exactly what she’s wearing, it makes the whole experience a little bit more enjoyable. She can perfectly image her sister taking her clothes of for her, especially with the way Freya explains everything to her, she’s always been so good at that. So the switch knows she’s listening, she makes sounds of approval, throwing in the occasionally groan when Freya talks about how she’s touching herself. A louder groan falls from her lips when Freya says she doesn’t have any panties, she had no idea when she had her hands on her thighs and now she wishes she had teased further up. But she will. Soon. “Good girl. I bet you look so good, completely naked and ready for me,” she praises easily. She imagines Freya spread out on the couch for her, touching herself, having Cassie’s voice in her ear unaware it’s her. The whole situation spikes Cassie’s arousal in ways she hasn’t felt for a very long time Her her sister whimper has she touches herself is the best sound. “I love knowing you’re wet for me. My fingers could easily slip inside of you, I bet you’d taste so good,” she says, the need to taste her the only thought in her head right now. The begging that follows is amazing. She’s so good at begging for what she needs it makes Cassie want to just give in and give her it all. “You are my good girl, begging so prettily for me, for your release. Don’t come yet, keep begging. Show me how much you really want it.” As she speaks she gets up, she opens the bathroom door and makes her way back out to Freya. The nerves and excitement set her body alight. She can see Freya naked, touching herself, and she steps closer to her before she’s in front of her, the phone still in her hand. “How badly do you want to come, sweetie?” she asks, her voice dripping with arousal before she hangs the phone up, staring down at her sister who looks perfect like this, touching herself, completely naked , begging for Cassie to let her come.

Freya July:

Freya did as she was told, she kept herself on the edge and eased herself off it so that she wouldn’t cum just yet.  She definitely wouldn’t cum without permission.  Hearing that she is the Domme’s good girl has her rubbing herself a little harder, a little faster.  “Yes, M-Mistress-“. Her breathing is unsteady as she continues.  And even though The Domme mentioned how easy it would be to slip into her she knows better than to let her own fingers go there without express permission so instead she continues to rub her clit.

The whimpers and moans fill the room.  “Your hand teases my clit a little harder and it drives me insane.”  She follows this up with more begging.  The begging feels so natural with this woman even though Freya has never really been one to beg.  “Please, Mistress- god, please!  Mistress please let me cum I need to s-so badly please!” Freya knows better than to cum without permission.  She continues to touch herself, not hearing the door to the bathroom.  When she hears Cassie’s voice, those lust filled blue eyes gaze up and widen in realization. The phone falls away from her ear.  A shiver runs through her body, head to toe.  Her cheeks flush once more and she bites hard into her lower lip but her hand continues to move.

So many emotions course through her in the moment shock and surprise, among them but the over riding one is her need for release.  “So badly, Mistress.”  She whimpers, another moan following, she’s never called Cassie by a title and the feeling it sends through her now is like magic.  “Please! Please let me cum for you? Please, Mistress-!”

Cassandra July:

Cassandra had no idea how Freya would react once she knew the Domme on the end of the phone was here. I could either way. Standing there, watching and waiting, feels like a life-time but then Freya continues to beg, calling Cassie Mistress to her face and god, the Domme loves that. She could get used to having Freya call her that. It's unreal, now actually seeing the scene unfold rather than just hearing it over the phone, she gets to see Freya look so desperate. She's going to get to see her come, right here right now and she's never wanted anything more. "Such a good girl, begging for me like that," she says as he steps closer to Freya, her eyes flicking down to see her sister touching herself, wet for Cassie and her words. Fuck. She's addicted to it. "You can come for me, sweetie," she says, finally giving her permission mostly because she wants to see it first hand, in person, what it looks like when her sister comes. She knows it sounds good but she's never actually seen it but she has a feeling it's going to be a delightful sight.

Freya July:

Freya’s entire aura is lit up like the night sky filled with stars.  Her body is flushed.  Her mind is reeling.  She needs release more than she’s ever needed release before in her entire life.  The way those eyes look at her, the way they take her in, the way Cassie’s gaze and voice touch her without so much as laying a finger upon her skin- it’s min blowing and she knows it’s dangerous.  She was already very much addicted to their phone sessions and this was.... far beyond that. She knows that Cassandra can see just how wet she is, she can see how her body is reacting- she hates to admit it but her sister already had her slick with need before the phone call.  When she gives her permission to cum it doesn’t even take a second for Freya to obey.  The orgasm takes hold of her and washes over her like a tidal wave.  It’s quite literally the best orgasm she’s ever had and she hates Cassie for it.  Her body arches and she cries out as it rips through her, she never takes her eyes from the Domme’s face as she rises out every ripple of intense sensations.

Cassandra July:

As Freya hits her release, and keeps her eyes glued to Cassie, the Dom can't look away. She locks eyes with her when the orgasm first hits but then her eyes trail down her body, taking in how she reacts to it, how her body reacts to it. She looks so good. Cassandra bites her bottom lip gently, loving the sight before her, she doesn't want it to end. It's such a new development in their relationship and yet it doesn't feel odd or wrong or weird on Cassandra's part. She wants more of it, of Freya, or bringing her to her release and having her moan for whatever Cassie gives her. She's wet herself, she knows she is, from touching Freya previously, seeing her reactions, and then the phone call and now this. She is so glad she turned up interrupted tonight, it has taken a turn she never expected and yet it was nothing short of amazing. "Look at you," she says, eyes lust blown and she moves to kneel on the couch beside Freya. She runs her fingers over the switch's thigh again, this time edging closer and closer to where she really wants to touch.

Freya July:

Freya moans again as her body experiences the aftershocks.  She’s trembling ever so slightly and all words seem to be lost on her for the moment.  She whimpers a little as Cassie speaks.  The younger woman can’t take her eyes from the Domme.  It seems damn near impossible.  She expects to see the ‘I win’ expression on the older woman’s face, the one she’d adopted over several years of sisterly challenges.... but she didn’t see it.  All she sees is a woman who wants her, who enjoys what she is seeing, a dominant who seems just as addicted as she is. Freya sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of those fingers again her heated flesh and she gives a little whine.  Her heart seems to be up in her throat and she can feel it racing.  The switch doesn’t move to stop the older woman, her hips push up a little as if to silently beg but soon she does find her words.  “Please-“. She breathes... but it’s her voice now, not Ophelia.  The accent is gone.  “Please, Mistress-“ she begs, her voice cracking a little.

Cassandra July:

Cassandra is so close to her that she can hear the sharp breath, she looks at her sister in question and then she whines and there isn’t any hesitation from the switch, no signs of question or concern. Seeing her hips push up in that needy way is amazing, Cassie wants more of that, more of Freya being needy for her in ways she’s never seen before. It’s intoxicating. Freya has already come once for her and now Cassie wants to make her come with her touch, feeling it around her fingers. Hearing Freya’s accent revert back to the one she’s known her whole life, it shifts something inside of her. Freya is begging for her as Freya and not Ophelia and that really is something else. “You beg so nicely, pretty girl,” she praises easily as she rubs at her clit, slowly, watching for her reaction. She can’t believe shes touching her like this, feeling how wet she is. It’s amazing. The circular motions become more eager, switching that action with running his fingers in between that sensitive spot. “You’re dripping, Freya, look at you,” she says, her voice low, desperate. It isn’t longe before she’s pushing fingers inside of her sister, two of them going in so easy. She groans at the hot, wet heat around her fingers. “Fuck,” she says quietly as he works her fingers inside of her, pushing them in deeply before crooking them against her g-sport.

Freya July:

As subtle as it is, Freya can see the switch in her sister’s eyes.  She can see the moment that something shifts in her and it’s that moment that tells her she’s made the right choice in switching back, in the back of her mind had been a worry after she changed her accent back that she questioned whether or not Cassandra would come to her sense and decide she couldn’t do this but it seemed to have the opposite affect.  At the compliment and the pet name her cheeks darken.  As those fingers find her clit she can’t help but cry out, hips thrusting up into her touch.  “Please, Mistress!”  She’s already so close. Freya gives another little whine followed by a breathy moan.  “Just for-nnnngh - for you, Mistress-“ Freya lets a small cry leave her lips as she feels Cassie penetrate her for the first time.  As slick as she is, as easy as it is for those fingers to push into her, she’s quite tight and her inner walls grip and clench around her sister.  She loves hearing Cassandra swear, it has always hit her just the right way.  Those fingers tease at her relentlessly and she writhes beneath the Domme’s touch.  “Pleaaase- pleaaase- please Mistress, please-“ The stimulation is so intense that she feels like she might burst into a million pieces.  Her words are desperate she needs the release that only her sister, her Domme, can give her.

Cassandra July:

It’s the first time Cassie is touching Freya so she wants to make sure it’s good for her, that’s she’s hitting all the right places. From her sister’s reactions, those whines and the way she clenches around her fingers, she would say she’s doing a stand up job of it. She can’t get over how good she feels, how good it is to have her here, letting the Domme touch her and begging like she is. She’s never seen her sister like this. She knows the phone calls are a thing but now they both now exactly who’s who and what is happening right now. It’s different. A good different. This is all just for Cassandra. She knows, even before Freya knew it was here, that she was the Mistress who could make her moan this way. It’s so good. She keeps working her fingers inside of Freya, loving the feel of it. “You feel so good,” Cassie praises as her free hand begins to circle her clit as the fingers inside her work over time, making sure to pay extra attention to her g-spot. “You can come, when you’re ready. Come for your Mistress, nice and loud,” she says.

Freya July:

Freya has never in her life felt like this.  It feels incredible and she never in a million years dreamed this would ever happen.  She never thought she’d ever meet her Mistress, not that she didn’t want to but she never thought it was a possibility.  Now they were here and all she can think about is the Domme who is currently deep inside of her and how perfect it feels and how natural and how good.  Her hips roll up into each thrust.  “Mistress...” She breathes the word.  It’s the only thing she can handle.. she’s so close- so close to cumming.  So close to something else that she couldn’t fully define.  Her body was humming. When she is told she’s allowed to cum her body obeys immediately.  Her body tenses, her inner walls spasming around those fingers and then clamping down hard.  She cries out, her voice echoing through the apartment as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her and send her soaring.  For the first time in her life she finds herself in sub space and she’s never trusted anyone more.

Cassandra July:

Cassie can’t stop staring at Freya as her hips keep rolling up, meeting each thrust of the Dom’s fingers. It’s intoxicating, watching her sister like this, hearing her beg and call her Mistress. “Such a good girl,” she praises. When Freya’s orgasm hits her for a second time, Cassie’s jaw goes slack, it’s even better seeing this, feeling her clench around her fingers. She keeps fucking her fingers into her, riding her through the orgasm. Her fingers become more and more drenched with Freya’s come and it’s something Cassie could definitely get used to. “That’s it, sweetie,” she says as Freya cries out. She loves hearing her be loud.

Freya July:

Freya can feel those eyes on her and it only serves to make the experience heightened even further.  Being told she’s a good girl has her entire body flushing once more and a whine pushes past pink lips as she hangs onto her last shred of sanity and forces herself not to cum. Her climax is all consuming and she’s released all sense of self consciousness, she’s completely handed over all control to Cassandra.  Her cries continue to ring through the room until she finally rides the last of the wave.  Her body trembles and blue eyes gaze up as the after shocks hit.  She feels this almost as an out of body experience.  Sub space isn’t a place she’s ever mentally been before but she knows she’s safe with her sister, she’s always safe with her sister.September 16, 2020

Cassandra July:

Cassie doesn't let up for a second as she rides her through her orgasm, it's amazing having her fall apart like this and the Domme wants to savour every second of it. She only stills her fingers when Freya's done with her orgasm. She slowly removes her fingers, that are so wet from Freya it's intoxicating. "Such a good girl," she says, his voice quiet and soothing. She brushes her fingers through Freya's hair with her clean hand, smiling at the blissed out expression on her sister's face. It's calming, seeing her like this, she hopes it's something she's get to expression again some time soon. "Come here," she says as he pulls Freya closer to her, wrapping her arms around her.

Freya July:

Freya leans into the touch as Cassie’s hand works through her hair.  Her breathing is still shaky, her body still trembling slightly.  This experience had been so unexpected and so intense that all the emotions she felt seem suspended in mid air as the high post orgasm keeps her in its embrace. At the Domme’s words she doesn’t hesitate, she moves into the woman’s arms and curls up in them, her face turning into her neck to hide in it.  Breathing in the Domme is soothing.  Freya closes her eyes, she knows that if she allows herself to come out of this headspace then the emotions will crash into her like a tidal wave and she’ll cry so she lets herself stay there.Message #casseya-ophelia

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Seventeen Reaction to someone flirting with you while they’re there.

Seungcheol/S.Coups-

Not having it. As soon as the guy says his name, Cheol leans over and kisses your lips to tell him you’re taken. If he doesn’t take the hint, Coups proceeds to tell him exactly what he meant. “(He/she’s) taken. Find someone else to shamelessly flirt with, because (he/she) isn’t interested.”

Jeonghan-

Jeonghan wouldn’t even let the guy get close enough to flirt with you. As soon as he saw him eyeing you, he’d sling an arm over you and kiss your forehead, something not uncommon for him to do so you don’t bother to question his intentions, glaring at the man the entire time. He doesn’t even take two steps over to you before backing out.

Jisoo/Joshua-

Joshua trusts you. But, he wants to see how you respond. To make sure you can take care of yourself when he isn’t around, because there are gonna be times he isn’t around. So he squeezes your hand under the table and sends you a wink, watching the show amusedly. If he sees you need help, he won’t hesitate to step in and (not so) kindly shoo your admirer off. 

Jun-

Jun would not even let the person say one word. As soon as they got up near where you were, he started talking. “Mh. No, Don’t say a word. I know what you want, and you’re not getting him/her. You can just step back now. Honestly, look at this face! How could anyone compete with me?” You give him a little smack on the arm. “Okay, what i mean to say is, who do you think you are walking up to flirt with someone who is clearly taken?”

Soonyoung/Hoshi-

Hoshi would smile awkwardly and stare at the guy, listening to your conversation and wondering whether or not to step in or not. In the end he overthinks it so much that he never ends up doing anything, because you’d already turned the person down before he’d decided what to say. 

Wonwoo-

Ignores the person all together, and expects you to do the same. Your time together would go on as normal even when the person was standing there trying desperately for your attention. The two of you would laugh about that later. 

Jihoon/Woozi-

Just kinda sits there. Laughing maniacally. Until the person leaves. Then rolls his eyes and gets back to whatever he was doing. If you look surprised- or scared- of his reaction, he just gives you a cute grin and shrugs. “Works every time.”

Seokmin/DK-

Dokyeom would be very precious about the whole thing. Probably just like kindly say “I’m sorry, but (he/she) has a boyfriend. Good luck finding someone else, though!” and smiles that innocent sunshine smile that makes the culprit feel bad for even considering trying to steal you away. Also made them realize they had no shot in the first place, and they walk away embarrassed. 

Mingyu-

As precious and sweet and lovely as our Mingyu is, i don’t see him taking kindly to this. In fact, i see him getting like really pissed off at the nerve of that person. He’d all but growl beside you before crossing his arms over his chest and stepping in front of you to lecture the person on how unbelievably rude and stupid of an act that is. Who’s going to want to date someone who walks up and shamelessly flirts with a clearly taken person? No-one in their right mind. He’d continue lecturing in a deep, threatening voice and staring down at his prey until said prey finally got scared and walked off. 

Minghao/The8-

Hell. To. The. No. He’s even scarier than Mingyu, and he doesn’t move a muscle. Doesn’t even open his mouth to speak. Just stares at whomever came to flirt with you, glances down at your joined hands on the table, and glares back at the person until they get the message and walk off, which doesn’t take long with the look Minghao is shooting. 

Seungkwan-

“Divaboo” at his best. Wastes no time changing the topic to himself and leaving it there. “Oh honey, i know i’m gorgeous with a beautiful singing voice and can dance better than anyone you’ve ever seen, but honestly- can’t you tell i’m here with someone. I’m sorry, but i’m really not interested in you at all.”  Keeps going on like this until the person gives up and leaves. Giggles with you about it later, secretly a little insecure about it but reassured since you stuck with him anyways.  

Hansol/Vernon-

Just sits there, awkwardly looking around because he has no idea what is happening. There’s no way this strange person just walked up to flirt with his S/o right in front of him. Things like that don’t happen. Maybe if he ignores the situation at hand, it will go away. It didn’t take five seconds for that to change before he was gently leaning over and grabbing your thigh reassuringly under the table. “Do you realize how rude you are?” He’d ask simply, and wait a minute to see if the guy left before speaking again. “Apparently not. (She/He)’s clearly here with someone, and clearly uncomfortable with you speaking to (her/him), so do the right thing and back off now.”

Chan/Dino-

Shook, but not as shook as Hansol. He sits there for a minute, contemplating what to say, before doing as maknaes do and asserting his dominance. “Hey, this is my (girlfriend/boyfriend), and i’d appreciate if you wouldn’t try so hard to flirt with (him/her) right in front of me. The second hand embarrassment might ruin my meal. Thanks.” 

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Seungkwan Coffee Shop!AU — “You have a pretty voice”

I died writing this because i melted. it was sO CUTE. I had never written a Coffee Shop!AU before, and I absolutely loved it!! Thank you for the person who requested it! I’m sorry it took me so long to write and post this, and as always, I hope the wait was very worth it!! Everyone, enjoy this and have a great day ♥

seungkwan is a barista in a café that you visit pretty often

he recognized you the second time you stepped in

because tbh, the first time he saw you, he thought you were pretty cute

and the coffee you had ordered was his favorite type of coffee!!

so when you appeared again, you ordered again the same coffee, his favorite coffee

and he was smiling all the time

when he saw you entering, 

when you were approaching the counter (and him, too), 

when he heard your order

seeing him smile for some reason made you smile too

“hi again!!” he said

and you were surprised!! because his café was pretty famous

the coffee was amazing and the also had sweets/pastries

and the baristas were pretty cute

but still he remembered you when it was just your second time visiting!!

falling in love with the small cute coffee shop, you continued to visit it very often

and one day, you surprised him by telling him “Hi, Seungkwan!” when he didn’t remember ever telling you his name

actually, he didn’t remember saying anything other than “hi!!” whenever you saw each other

then he heard mingyu (another barista working there) telling seungcheol (anOTHER CUTE BARISTA) “wHERE IS YOUR TAG”

and he remembered

all of them wear tags with their names on their orange uniforms

(i imagined the uniforms to be orange because i think seungkwan looks amazing in orange and actually all the boys look amazing in orange and orange is not even my favorite color but if they wear it hey new favorite color ok i’m gonna stop ranting thank you)

so he’s like ‘a- right’

and before he can ask you your name, dk appears on scene and he basically answers his unspoken question

“hey (Y/N)!! won’t you greet me too?”

DK is another barista in this café

even though the shop was small, it had a stupidly big amoung of workers there almost everyday?? you had already seen like 13 different workers there

“Hi seokmin!!” you said, with the same happy smile that you gave seungkwan

DK laughed and Seungkwan just looked at him, then at you, then back at DK, then back at you again and he asked you if you wanted “the usual”

and you said yes

so while he prepared your coffee, you left to sit at one of the empty tables near the window

“Do you talk to her??” seungkwan asked seokmin while preparing the coffee

“Yes, I talk with a lot of regulars!!”

“And… You already know her name”

“Yes”

“aND WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?” he raised his voice a little too much, causing a few people (and even you!!) to look at him for a second, making him a little embarrassed and repeating the same question in a whisper

“whydidn’tyoutellme??????’‘‘‘??’?”

“I didn’t know you wanted to know!! You could have asked for her name yourself”

“Yeah, I mean, I could have, but,,,”

“… OMG do you perhaps,,,,,,have a crush on her???????”

“wHAT? PFF- NO, WE-” again, he raised his voice, and he quickly started whispering again

“nO we don’t even talk we just say hi when we see each other so i can’t possibly like- omg i think i do like her”

Seokmin chuckled and took the coffee that Seungkwan had just made and took it to your table

when you finished it, instead of leaving the cup on the table for any of the baristas to take it away when you leave, you walked towards the counter to leave it there and

you heard seungkwan, preparing another coffee

and singing

and he sings so well, it was the prettiest voice you had ever heard

so when you place the cup on the counter, he hears the small sound and is slightly startled(?) and stops singing

before turning around and blushing when he saw it was you

before he can start letting out embarrassed giggles, you break the sudden silence

“You have a pretty voice”

and now he’s even more flustered and nervous so he’s like “ahhh hahah oh gosh- you heard it- haha mm thank you!!-”

“I hope I can hear you singing again someday, see you tomorrow!” and after that, you leave

and he just watches you, now all silent again, but his cheeks are still blushed which is the proof of him still being a little flustered about your compliment, but it made him happy

then, he thought of what you had said

“see you… tomorrow??

,,,

,

i have a day off tomorrow,,,,,”

BUT HE STILL COMES THE NEXT DAY

HE PUTS ON HIS UNIFORM

AND HE’S READY TO GIVE UP HIS DAY OFF TO SEE YOU AGAIN

and when you appear, a big smile is inmediately drawn on his face

and it’s honestly sO CUTE

“mm, so,,, what are you doing today???” he says after taking your order

he is trying to indirectly ask you if you have any plans and if you said that you didn’t have any he might ask you out

since, after all, he had a day off

and he would change from his uniform to his clothes in a second to go somewhere with you

but you took it as a friendly attempt of making conversation :( which hey it’s fine because yeah he wants to talk with you but,,, you didn’t catch his “hint”

“nothing!! but i came here because it’s a very calm place, and because i love the coffee here“

and a little bit teasingly since you knew your compliment the previous day made him shy you said “and i was hoping i could hear you sing again”

aND HIS HEART ALMOST EXPLODES

luckily DK appears again to save the moment before seungkwan faints in front of you and he’s like

“oh tHEN LUCKY FOR YOU, SEUNGKWAN IS ACTUALLY ON HIS DAY OFF, SO YOU TWO CAN GO FOR A WALK AND HE CAN SING FOR YOU!!!“

and seungkwan looks at him with an angry yet panicking expression that literally said

“w-WHAT ARE YOU DOING YAH!!!1!!!11“

but you giggle and accept the offer

but instead of leaving, you sit together in the café as you drink your coffee, and he drinks one too

“why did you work if you had a day off?”

and seungkwan just knows that there’s no way he can escape that question

he has to say the truth

and he hoped that you wouldn’t find the real meaning behind it, which was “because i like you”, because he didn’t want to confess yet!! he didn’t even know if you considered him his friend or anything!!!

so he decides to be honest and tell you that he was there because you said you would come

and now it’s your turn to blush and be a little flustered by what he says

you smile at him

“Can you sing a little? it’s okay if you don’t want. i just- i think you sing very very well”

and again he’s flattered and very happy!!! 

so he sings a little of a song he really likes from one of his favorite artists

ok who am i kidding he sang the whole song

and when he finished you clapped a little to not disturb anyone in the café

tHOUGH YOU DON’T KNOW HOW AND WHY DIDN’T THEY HEAR SEUNGKWAN SINGING HE HAS THE VOICE OF AN AAAAANGEEEEEEL

“have you considered becoming a singer??” you asked him

“mmm, i don’t know, but i like singing and i participated in singing contests in jeju!" 

and you’re like "ah, you’re from jeju??" 

and he starts telling you about the contests and funny things that happened as he waited for his turn to go on stage on one of them

and other funny things that he lived in his childhood in jeju

and by the end of it you were laughing so much your face was entirely red and he was happy that he could make you laugh

and then

“You have a pretty voice”

he blushed so hard when he realized what he just told you and wANTS TO RUN AWAY AND HIDE IN CASE YOU THINK HE’S FLIRTING WITH YOU

AND HE SAID IT BECAUSE HE REALLY THOUGHT SO, NOT BECAUSE HE WAS TRYING TO FLIRT WITH YOU

HE LOVES YOUR VOICE AND HE LOVES YOUR LAUGH EVEN MORE

and right after thanking him, your phone started ringing and you answered it

“i’m sorry, i have to leave now

but we can exchange phone numbers and maybe meet on your next day off”

he let out a deep breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in- and accepted, taking your phone in his hands when you gave it to him

and typing his `number on a new contact called “Seungkwan🎶”

he checked his number 9 times just to make sure he wouldn’t give you a wrong number

and a few minutes after you left the café, he received a text message from you

”i really like your voice

and i really like you“

he was looking forward to the next day you saw each other, when you entered the cafe

or maybe, you would be able to meet outside of it for a real date

and he couldn’t be happier

[stoopsbookstore]

I’m now forever gonna think of San as a candle lmao, i love it. Also, 1, 14, 18, 19, 25, 27 and 29 from the get to know me game. I hope that wasn’t too many 👁👁 - 👀

🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️ when I first saw his shirt, that's all I could think of. It's honestly one of my favorite scents and now I can't get the thought of cuddling with him and him smelling like Marshmallow Fireside.... fuck.

As for the numbers, nah that's fine! It's not too many.

Which group have you thought about stanning, but never seem to get around to it?

Hmmmmm.... probably Oh My Girl. Closer is an amazing song and I will fight anyone and everyone who doesn't like Mimi's(?) rap. It's amazing and it ends a certain feeling to the song, like she's a witch chanting a spell.

Is there a kpop song that annoys you? If so, which one?

Any Big Bang song. Y'all know why. IIRC, there's a channel on YouTube that took out all of jackass's part of each song and I need to find it.

If you could trade places with an idol, who would it be?

Let's get controversial. Wendy from Red Velvet just because I'd like to know what the actual fuck goes through her head. Like girl... the whole "acting black?" That's not cute, you didn't apologized and then did it again. You grew up in fucking Canada, you should know better. And there is a fine line between jokingly calling someone a mess and being a dick about someone's fashion sense.

But in the spirit of this is a fun tumblr ask game, I'd like to be Jeonghan just so I can be like "Hey Seungcheol! I know this really cute girl who has a cat and I think you should talk to her!" and as for a female idol, Hyolyn, the fucking power she holds, I love it. Stream Dally, SeeSea, Bae and YouKnowBetter 😘

What do you look for in a bias?

Ohmygod.... my bias list is a mess like there's so many different styles amongst them, but honestly for guys, they're all like the board shouldered "I'll protect you" types. If you've ever played Mr. Love, all of my biases are like Gavin, with the exception of Doyoung, who is more of a fucking Victor.

Like S.Coups, Bang Chan, Doyoung, Seonghwa NOT SAN, Jooheon, Shinwon, Wooseok, Wonwoo, Jaehyun, literally all of A.C.E because I just can't pick one and you can't make me, they all come off as the cool guy who turn out to be HUGE FUCKING DORKS type and I love that shit.

As for girl biases, Chuu, Jinsoul, Sana, Nako, Yujin, Chaeryeong, Sakura, Yeri, Suyeon, Eunwoo yall I'm still fucking crying over Pristin, Sorn, Seongyeon, Elkie, Eunbin, Solar, SeeA, Priyanka stan Z-Girls, Chaeyeon, Sejeong, Siyeon...

*takes a breath*

Hani, LE, Solji, Taeyeon, Sunny, Hyoyeon, Hyuna, Hyolyn, Soyou, Yezi, Lisa, Rose, Mina, Nayeon, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, all of Stellar, BoA, Aoa's Jimin, Jamie Jimin, Chungha, Umji, Yuju, and I think that's it.

They all fucking range so much that I literally can't pinpoint it, I just love them. That was literally a list of all the girl idols I want to be best friends with. I could probably whittle down to 1-2 girls a group, but you'll have to ask another question for that.

How long does it take you to learn the names of each member in a group?

Probably like a month to really nail it down and get it in my head. When I first got into Seventeen around the tail end of Mansae era and going into Pretty U era, I always mixed up Woozi and Hoshi and once I got them down, they went and fucking swapped themselves as costumes for Halloween.

If you could hang out with one idol, who would you hang out with?

Doyoung. He's my ultimate bias and I feel like even though we'd get very annoyed with each other quite quickly, we'd still be able to have deep conversations with each other and give the other a different perspective also #SlytherpuffLife

What name from your native language would you give your ult bias?

Since I just talked about Doyoung who highkey I'd call Dominic just because it still has the Do and it sounds hot as fuck, I'll do my second in line which is Jun who has been my longest bias wrecker..... since Pretty U era, he took me away from DK really fast.

His name is Jerry..... who the fuck gave him Jerry?

No, his new name is Xavier. I just like that name and also I've been watching American Horror Story and I have to say I fucking love Cody Fern.