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roosterforme · 9 months

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Adult Education Part 13 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica's fraternity fundraiser is the most popular event during alumni weekend. While that should be enough to guarantee she's smiling all night, an unwanted guest turns up to make sure that doesn't happen. Jake is set on taking care of her, but he desperately wants her to open up.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, angst, swearing, mentions of cheating, frat boys, 18+

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"Come on, Hangman," Bradley grunted. "You're acting like you've never been to a frat party before."

Jake watched him adjusting the keg of beer in the enormous tub of ice on the back porch of the fraternity house. "We're supposed to carry this inside?" Jake balked. "Why? It's going to make a mess."

"Jesus Christ, Jake. You need beer to play beer pong."

"We played it with champagne at your house on New Year's Eve," he countered, just to irritate Bradshaw.

"Yeah, and it low key pissed off my wife. Just help me carry this inside before both of them get mad at us."

He and Jake struggled with the keg and dropped it off in the back hallway where the exceptionally nerdy looking frat boys would be able to access it to fill up the crystal cups between rounds. In fact, one of them was coming over now, all dressed up in his tuxedo.

"Excuse me, sir. Can you help me move some of the ping pong tables?"

Bradley looked absolutely disgusted as he said, "Only if you stop calling me sir." Bradley went off to help him while Jake found Jessica in the kitchen going over the menus with the culinary students. She looked gorgeous, and he wanted to get his hands on her, but there was a soft crease between her eyebrows that told Jake she was starting to stress.

"What can I do?" he asked when she glanced his way.

"Can you check to make sure you can hear the string quartet everywhere?" she asked him. "Everyone should start arriving in about ten minutes."

"Of course." Jake walked around the entire downstairs of the sprawling Victorian house, and after a minute he realized the quartet was playing Hot In Herre by Nelly. Not only could he hear it everywhere, it also sounded incredible, and he had to fight the urge to start dancing.

When he walked into the main living room, Bradshaw and his wife had their backs to him while they threw a few test shots at one of the tables. Jake had to appreciate the juxtaposition that Jessica had achieved here. It was an elevated college experience for adults.

"Let's try this out," Bradshaw mumbled, stretching like he was about to compete in an event at the actual olympics. "I honestly don't love that Jess didn't go regulation with solo cups," he complained, aiming at the crystal glassware lined up at the far end of the table.

His wife wrapped her arms around him and said, "Come on, Beer Boy. You can do it."

"Not with you hanging all over me, I can't," he said, but in such a loving way that Jake rolled his eyes. Bradshaw was soft and sweet for literally nobody but his wife.

"You never once complained about that when we were in college," she mused, kissing the side of his neck when her eyes met Jake's. "Oh look. Another fuckboy."

Jake laughed in response and made his way over to her as the fraternity boys ran around and started pouring glasses of champagne for everyone who was about to arrive. "What did you call me?"

"You heard me," she replied with a grin while her husband made two shots in a row, the pinging of the balls against the crystal making a satisfying sound. "We should play later as long as everything is going smoothly. Fuckboys versus hot ladies."

"Hot, smart ladies," Bradshaw said as he made another shot. Jake got his ass kicked by the two of them on New Year's Eve, but he was more confident he could win with Rooster as his teammate.

"Here you go, sir," the nerdiest of the boys told Bradley, offering up the champagne flutes on the tray. He growled and snatched one up before handing it to his wife at the same time Jake caught sight of his girlfriend in the kitchen with another guy's arms wrapped around her.

"What the fuck." He wove around the tables and ducked through the doorway where Jessica was laughing with an extremely attractive man in a purple suit that somehow didn't even look hideous on him. And then she gave him another quick hug before releasing him.

"As soon as you invited me, I dropped everything," the other guy said. "It's not every day you get a chance to look at the beautiful Jessica Reed."

"Stop it, Dev. You're being too sweet. I already can't thank you enough for all the beer."

Perhaps the most disturbing thing was the fact that Jessica looked calmer in the presence of this Dev guy that she had for the past hour, and that didn't even account for the way he was looking at her. Jake cleared his throat loudly.

"Jake! Come meet Dev Borah!"

When they clasped hands, Jake tried his best at an intimidating handshake, but Dev looked completely unfazed by it. Then he said, "I've heard a lot about you from Bradley. Aren't you the guy who tried to pick up his wife before you realized they were dating?"

Okay. Jake officially hated this guy. He could feel himself blushing, and Jessica was looking up at him with wide eyes. He didn't try to pick up Bradshaw's wife when he met her. Not exactly. He'd put his foot in his mouth a little bit that day last year, but not to the extent Dev was making it out to be.

"I get it though," he told Jake. "She's beautiful. But so is Jessica. You're very lucky." He slapped Jake on the back before he said, "I just need to run out to my Porsche and grab those gift cards for the silent auction. I'll be right back, Jess."

"I swear I didn't try to pick her up," Jake insisted as soon as he was gone, but Jessica was already laughing at him.

"She's hot. I get it," she replied as she hugged him. "And I'm sure Dev just wanted to give you a hard time."

Jake rolled his eyes as she tucked her head under his chin. "Are you all set, Baby? I think people are starting to arrive."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

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An hour later, Jessica was pleasantly surprised. The Kappa Pi house was completely packed. It almost felt like a real frat party, but the partygoers ranged in age from thirty to seventy. They'd already gone through countless bottles of champagne and one of the kegs of beer from Beta Brewing. Jake and Bradley were carrying another iced keg inside to the back hallway where the empty one sat.

"Thank you," she told Bradley who was flushed from whatever he was drinking. He immediately returned to dance with his wife to the string quartet playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. She'd received so many compliments on the music selection, and everyone was gushing about how delicious the beer was. She just sent the trays of food out of the kitchen, and now the beer pong tournament was underway.

"You're killing it, Reedy," Jake whispered next to her ear before kissing her. "You got this frat thing on lock." Her heart swelled with pride at his words. Then a tall man in a tuxedo strolled her way with a champagne flute in one hand and a glass of beer in the other.

"Are you Dr. Reed?" he asked over the noisy crowd and the music.

"Yes," she replied as he shuffled his drinks so he could shake her hand.

"Dr. Gregory Michaels. I just wanted to let you know that I've been coming to alumni weekends for thirty years, and I was a member of Kappa Pi. In fact, I lived in this house my senior year."

"Did you really?" she asked as he smiled and looked around.

"It feels exactly the same," he told her with a laugh, and she turned to smile at Jake. "I also wanted to let you know that this is by far the best and most entertaining event I've ever attended. My wife is playing beer pong for the first time with a guy in a backwards hat, and I've never seen her have so much fun. I'll be sure to mention this to Dean Walters when he and I have our next golf outing."

"You know Dean Walters?" she asked, her knees nearly giving out. The dean was like four steps above Brian Conley. There was no way Brian would be able to be a complete dick about her tenure if she had the damn dean on her side.

"I don't just know him. I used to be his math tutor when we were undergrads together. I'll put in a good word."

When he turned and walked away, Jessica giggled and jumped up and down before she took Jake by the hand and led him away from the kegs. "He knows the dean," she hissed as she pushed her way through the back door. "He's putting in a good word."

"You deserve it," he replied in the relative darkness of the back porch as Jessica pushed his back up against the exterior of the house. He smirked as she came to stand between his legs and kissed him. "You deserve everything."

Jake's hands were on her hips, bunching her dress up inch by inch until he slipped his warm hand inside the slit. He wrapped his hand around her thigh, caressing her with his thumb as he pulled her snug against his body.

"Who's going to give it to me?" she whispered against his lips. "You?"

He moaned as he palmed her ass. "Yeah, I'll give you everything." Then she laced her fingers through his hair and rubbed herself slowly back and forth along his suit pants as he groaned into her mouth. "Jessica." His voice had a pleading quality as he grew a little harder for her. She felt good right now. Almost powerful. "Baby, please."

As Jessica dragged her right hand down along his body to his pants zipper, Jake's head tipped back. "You think anyone will notice me on my knees?" she asked teasingly as she pulled his zipper down.

"Fuck," he whined, but just as she got her hand wrapped around him through his underwear, she heard someone calling her name from inside the house.

"Dev's looking for me," she said, kissing his jaw.

"Well I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't love it if he found you with your hand in my pants."

Jessica giggled. "Just hold that thought for later tonight." She got him zipped up again, and when Dev popped out on the porch and found her, she was kissing Jake, but in a much less compromising position.

"I need you to verify the silent auction winners," Dev told her. "And then I need you to have a glass of champagne with me."

Jake grunted, but Jessica squeezed his hand to silence him. "Coming, Dev," she told him before turning back to Jake. "Let me check on everything, and then just maybe we'll have a minute to play a game of beer pong. I'll meet you in there."

And then she placed one more filthy kiss on Jake's lips before going inside.

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Jake sipped his champagne while the crowd around him seemed to move in unison to the cover of Jay-Z that the quartet was playing. It looked like everyone was having a great night, and Bradshaw was no exception as he taught a woman who was easily twice his age how to play beer pong.

"You need a partner?"

Jake turned to see a young woman eyeing him up and down with a hopeful smile. Damn. A few months ago, he'd have said yes. And he would have probably ended up sleeping with her either here or back at his condo before kicking her out in the morning.

"I'm here with my girlfriend." He walked to the other side of the table where Bradshaw's wife was dancing with her own champagne flute. "This whole thing seems successful, right?" he asked.

"Very," she replied. "Look at everyone! That guy's like eighty years old! He's also a huge donor to the college, and he's dancing like nobody's watching."

Jake cracked up. "Meanwhile, everyone is watching." But she was right. Everybody was rocking their formal wear while tossing ping pong balls like there was no tomorrow as the night wore on.

Then Jessica and Dev emerged from the kitchen, and she came right for him. "Jake, I'm freaking out. I got an email that said I sold all of the tickets available for tonight. And, the items in the silent auction went for a ton of money!"

"I'm not surprised," he replied, pulling her close to his side. "Not one bit. Congratulations."

"You're up!" Bradshaw called out. "Get your ass to the other side of the table, Reed. Hangman, you're with me." Then he kissed his wife, "Get down there with Jessica, Sugar."

"You're about to lose so fucking hard, Beer Boy."

The crowd had started to thin out now, and Jake watched the fraternity boys clean off the table and set up fresh glasses filled with overpriced beer for them. "Ladies first," Jake said, rolling the balls to their end of the table. And that was when he learned that not only was he nowhere near as good as Rooster and his wife, he was also terrible compared to Jessica.

After the ladies sunk both of their shots, Bradley said, "I hope you're ready to drink." And then when Jake missed his first shot, he got a glare in response. "How are you this bad? You went to college."

"I didn't play beer pong. I was busy making out with girls."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "I managed to do both at the same time very successfully. Isn't that right, Sugar?"

She responded by making another shot followed by Jessica. "Shit," Jake muttered.

"Can we switch partners?" Bradley whined. He tried to walk to the other end of the table as he drank his beer, but his wife just pushed him right back to Jake.

"It's not our fault we're exceptionally good at math," she said before returning to Jessica's side.

"Come on, Jake!" his girlfriend cheered. "You can do it!"

But he missed again. It was almost comical how easily the ladies won, and they only had to drink one glass of beer toward the end of the match. Bradshaw's wife danced around while she drank it, and then Jessica made the final shot.

"I taught her everything she knows!" Bradley shouted as he made his way back to their end. "My wife is a badass."

Jessica was laughing as she ran around the table toward Jake. "You're terrible. Do you need lessons?" she asked sweetly.

"Lessons from you?" he asked, kissing her hard. "Sign me up." But then his gaze caught on the one person he knew could ruin her night and would absolutely love to do it.

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When Jake started easing himself away from her and rubbing his hand along her back, Jessica looked up at him. "I'll gladly teach you how to suck less at beer pong. Actually... I wonder if I could turn it into a physics lecture topic," she mused.

"Baby, he's here."

Jessica spun around so fast, she had to fix her glasses as she set eyes on an irate looking Brian Conley. "We need to talk," he told her with his hands on his hips like she was a small child.

"About what?" she bit back, already feeling her body tensing up as Jake, Bradley and his wife stood at her back.

Brian was looking around the room in annoyance at the handful of alumni guests still playing beer pong and hanging out. The string quartet sounded louder now as the house had emptied out a bit, and the song was suddenly grating on her nerves.

"Meet me in the kitchen," Brian growled, storming off toward the back of the house.

Jake's hand was on hers immediately. "You don't have to talk to him right now, Jessica. Tell him to schedule a meeting for next week."

But she shook her head. "I'll be right back."

She passed Dev in the hallway, and he looked handsome and happy as always. "I need to get going, but cheers to a successful fundraiser. Call me if you want to come up to Beta. You can even bring your boyfriend. I guess." His smile was bright, but she had to force one in return.

"Thanks for everything, Dev." And as soon as she was alone in the kitchen with Brian, her smile vanished. "What can I help you with?" she asked him, swiping her sweaty palms on her pretty green dress.

He shook his head at her like she was something to be pitied. "You know... I spent all evening working through the numbers, trying to come up with a total amount of money raised through the science department for alumni weekend. And while your numbers seemed to look pretty good, you didn't account for the astronomical amount you wasted on kegs of this designer beer. And when I show up here to question you about it, you're practically drunk and playing the games you set up for paying guests."

Jessica's jaw dropped. "I'm not drunk! I haven't had anything to drink all night!" Brian rolled his eyes. "And I played one round of beer pong with my friends. If you hadn't noticed the event is ending now. It's nearly midnight."

Brian laughed. "You think someone from the math department is your friend? Jessica. You're delusional."

"Call me Dr. Reed," she ground out, fists clenched at her sides as tears stung her eyes. "And I'm not delusional."

Brian rolled his eyes. "Everyone in the science and math departments believes you're nothing but a slut, and I can guarantee your friend falls into that category." She started shaking as he added, "Now tell me how much you spent on the beer so I can deduct it from the profits of your event."

"I didn't spend anything!" she nearly screamed, frustrated beyond belief and tired of being belittled. "It was donated!"

Brian's laughter filled the space, bouncing off of the stainless steel appliances and tiled floor. "Donated? By whom?"

"The owner of the brewery!" she nearly screamed. "He donated things for the silent auction, too."

His gaze bore into her face as a look of disgust filled his features. "Jesus Christ, Dr. Reed. You got thousands of dollars worth of goods donated to you by the brewery owner? How many men are you sleeping with?"

Jessica's face fell further, and she had a hard time swallowing. "I'm not," she whispered, fingers going numb as her fists shook. "I didn't."

"You're so unprofessional. And you expect me to give you tenure? On what basis? You can't even get through an alumni event without fucking up and making yourself look bad."

"On the basis that I'm great at my job!" she shouted. But her voice shook on the last word, and she was mortified that she was about to cry in front of him. There was no hope. The tears were right there. And as her jaw quivered, she felt the first tear roll down her cheek.

"You're a damn joke," he replied maliciously, but then she felt a warm hand on her back between her shoulder blades.

"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?" Jessica turned to her right to see Advanced Calculus in the kitchen, steadying her with her firm hand. "You think you're so slick, but you're not smarter than us. Where's your PhD from again? The University of Jackass online?"

"This has nothing to do with you," Brian told her, face stony. "Now if you don't mind, we're having a private conversation."

The other woman laughed. "It's no longer private when I can hear you berating Dr. Reed in the next room."

Brian seemed to fumble for a response as he said, "This is none of your business."

Jessica was shaking as Advanced Calculus said, "Actually, you made it everybody's business by telling lies and starting rumors, Dr. Conley. This is a university, not a sleepaway camp."

Brian took a step closer to her and hissed, "Do not think for one second that I can't fuck with your career path, too."

But she just smiled and inched even closer as she loudly said, "You're not in charge of my tenure."

Then Bradley was in the kitchen, too. His wife wrapped her arm around Jessica's shoulders as Bradley went chest to chest with Brian, towering over him. "Why the fuck are you talking to my wife that way? Huh?"

Brian sputtered for a response, but Jessica could barely breathe. It felt good to have people in her corner for once, but now she was terrified that Bradley was going to punch Brian.

"I asked you a question," Bradley growled before he turned to his wife. "What's this guy's problem, Sugar?"

Jessica would have laughed if she wasn't already crying when her friend said, "I think he got his PhD online."

And then Jake was there, head on a swivel as he surveyed the situation and saw a few more stray tears slip down Jessica's cheeks. "What the fuck is going on?" he demanded.

Bradley's wife laughed sardonically. "Jake, have you met Brian? He thinks it's okay to spread rumors and insult women who are smarter than him, and then he holds it over their heads."

Jessica watched Brian's face turn a pasty shade of white as Jake took him by the shirt collar and shoved him against the refrigerator. "No. Please don't hit him," Jessica begged as she cried. "He's not worth it, Jake."

But her boyfriend looked a little deranged right now, and she could see the malice in Brian's eyes.

"I've had just about enough of you giving my girl a hard time. It's like you're begging for this." Jake shoved him a little harder, and Jessica had to look away.

"Oh, shit," Bradshaw and his wife said in unison, and she was too afraid to look.

Jessica felt the other woman's arms wrap around her as she called out, "Jake, look at Jessica! She's upset."

When Jessica peeked through her tears, she saw Bradley bear hugging Jake's arms to his side as he fought to get to Brian. But when Jake turned to look at her, his features softened, and now it looked like he was fighting against Bradley to come her way.

Brian pushed away from the refrigerator and stormed out of the room, but not before he said, "We're not finished," as he pointed in Jessica's face.

Bradley released Jake, and Jessica was a little afraid he was going to go after Brian, but he didn't. She was wrapped up in his arms with his lips on her forehead as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I made you cry more."

Jessica shook in his arms, terrified that her career was now over. Shaken once again by how hard Brian was trying to ruin her. Jake's kisses and soft words did little to soothe her as she closed her eyes and sobbed.

"Take her home," Bradley said, his voice soft but commanding. "We'll get everything cleaned up here."

Jessica tried to argue, but Jake scooped her up easily in his arms, and she didn't fight him. She closed her eyes, forcing air into and out of her lungs, and a moment later she was sitting in his truck.

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Jake started the engine, but before he shifted into drive, he leaned across the seat and brushed Jessica's hair away from her face. "I'll take you back to your place?" he asked softly. More than anything, he really wanted to drop her off and then go pound the shit out of Brian, but when she nodded and reached for his hand, he put the truck in gear.

She remained silent as she held his hand, only occasionally swiping at her tears and looking out the window. If he knew she wanted to confide in him, Jake would sit and wait with her for as long as it took her to get the words out. But he didn't want to push or ask the wrong things. He knew she could have a bit of a hard time opening up.

He parked his truck, and scooped her up, careful not to mess up the fabric of her pretty dress. As he carried her into her apartment, he realized just how exhausted she must be. Her arms were around his neck, but she just sniffed and buried her face in his neck, trusting that he would get her inside to safety.

When Jake set her on her bed, he reached for the lamp on the nightstand. She looked wrung out even in the soft lighting, and he reached for her shoes. As he turned to take them into her closet, Jessica crawled up to her pillows with her dress still on, so he only took the time to remove his own shoes and his jacket before climbing in with her.

Once he had his arms wrapped around her, she let her cheek rest on his chest. Her breathing evened out, and she seemed calmer. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, holding her close.

She shrugged, and when she spoke, she sounded faint and almost broken. "There's not a lot to say. Brian is trying to ruin my career."

This was not the first time Jake wondered how someone could dislike Jessica. His mind was swirling with the possibility that he was holding a grudge after she broke up with him. He'd been thinking that for weeks. As he pressed a kiss to her hair, he asked, "Why, Baby? How is that possible?"

Jessica's body tensed up in his arms before she took a few shaky breaths and eased her cheek away from his chest. She was crying again as she looked him in the eye and whispered, "He and I were dating. And then we were sleeping together. For weeks. And I had no idea that he's married and has two kids."

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Brian Conley is a dank ass bitch. We hate him. If Jake doesn't respond just right, I'll have to kill him. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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perfectsunlight · 3 months

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( 𝟮𝟵 ) ✏ 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 (𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲

“i’m enjoying our date.”

you teased with a smirk as minjeong finished the last few pieces of her ice cream cone. the president rolled her eyes before brushing her hands and leaning back against her hands. the two of you sat on the curb outside of the ice cream shop you had practically begged the other girl to take you to.

“we’re not on a date.”

“sure feels like one,” you shot back playfully. “i mean, ice cream after food? driving me around?”

the blonde sighed, a small smile playing on her lips despite her best efforts to remain serious. “we only got ice cream because you whined about it.”

“and you caved. i’m taking that as a win.”

she shook her head, her expression softening as she looked up at the sky. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“and yet, you’re still here with me,” you replied, nudging her lightly with your shoulder.

“yeah, well,” she started as she snickered. “only because of your grades. and your sister is paying me to help you.” minjeong teased back with a sly grin.

you chuckled, shaking your head. “nice try, but we both know that’s not true. my grades aren’t that bad.”

she raised an eyebrow, earning a gasp from your own lips. “hey! i’m improving, aren’t i? thanks to you.” you said with a hit on her shoulder.

minjeong shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a hint of pride in her eyes. “i guess you’re not entirely a lost cause.”

“high praise from the president herself,” you answered with a playful eye roll. you knew minjeong took her role seriously, but she didn’t see herself as some sort of monarch of the student body. however, you enjoyed poking fun at her, as always. “seriously though, i appreciate it.”

she nodded, her smile softening into something more genuine. “no problem, princess.”

“stop calling me that,” you groaned before resting your head against your chin. “it’s not funny.”

“it’s not?” the blonde chuckled with a smile. “i find it very funny.”

a comfortable silence settled between you as the evening air grew cooler. the stars above twinkled, casting a gentle glow over the city. you glanced at minjeong, her profile serene against the backdrop of the night sky.

“hey, minjeong?” you said, breaking the silence. your thoughts had been brewing for a bit and you wanted to get something off your chest.

minjeong.

she had heard you say her actual name on a small number of accounts, but it was usually accompanied with undertones of sass or groaning. you never said her name so gently before.

she liked it. a lot.

“yeah?” the president answered casually, conveying no sign of her internal feelings. she kept her gaze ahead at the street in front of the two of you.

“thanks for tonight.” you paused after a few moments before speaking slowly. “i know you’re busy, and you didn’t have to do this because you felt bad. but thank you, really.”

minjeong turned to look at you, her eyes softening in the darkness. “you don’t have to thank me. i wanted to.”

you grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment in getting the stone-cold president to show some emotion. however, you still decided to tease her, like usual.

your torso leaned a bit closer to minjeong, pointing a finger in the face of the blonde. “so, if it’s not a date, what is it?”

the blonde’s face twisted into one of feigned annoyance. “i don’t know. maybe just two friends hanging out.”

“friends, huh?” you mused, watching the president pull her keys out of her pocket. “you want to be my friend, president?”

“okay, let’s get you back to your sister so she can deal with you instead.”

you rolled your eyes as you watched minjeong rise to her feet. “fine, fine. but you didn’t answer my question. do you want to be my friend?” you asked with a small pout on your lips.

she glanced at you, a small smile tugging at her lips while she stuck her hand out to help you up.

“maybe. if you behave.”

“oh, come on, i’m always on my best behavior,” you joked, making her roll her eyes once more. “sure you are,” she said dryly, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward.

the drive back to your family’s house was filled with the usual light-hearted banter and easy conversation. it felt natural, comfortable, and you couldn’t help but steal glances at the girl in the driver's seat, noticing the way the streetlights cast soft shadows on her face.

minjeong’s freshly dyed blonde hair looked like a halo around her face in the passing streetlights overhead. you didn’t want to admit it, but she really was nice to look at.

you caught yourself staring and quickly looked away, hoping she hadn’t noticed. but then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw her smile.

“what?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant. internally you thanked the darkness of night to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.

“nothing,” she replied, her smile widening. “just thinking about how quiet you suddenly got. it’s a nice change.”

your eyes narrowed before scoffing lightly and folding your arms against your chest. “don’t get used to it.”

when she pulled up in front of your house, she walked you to your front doorstep. your older sister opened the door while you quickly waved the blonde goodnight before disappearing inside.

minjeong turned to leave, but quickly stopped when she heard your sister’s voice behind her. “minjeong?”

the blonde whipped around quickly, straightening her posture and looking attentively at jennie. “yes, ma’am?”

jennie studied her for a moment, then smiled softly. “thank you for bringing her back, i apologize for the hassle.” she reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope and handed it towards the younger girl.

“by the way, here’s this week’s payment for the tutoring. i really appreciate everything you’re doing.”

minjeong looked at the envelope and then back at jennie, shaking her head with a smile. “you can keep it.”

jennie raised an eyebrow at the blonde before slowly moving the envelope closer to herself. “so suddenly?”

minjeong shook her head lightly, eyes still bright as her small smile. “i like hanging out with y/n. tutoring or not.”

jennie smiled, a look of respect in her eyes. “i’m glad my sister has you.”

“me too,” minjeong replied softly. “goodnight, ma’am.”

“goodnight.” jennie answered, watching as minjeong walked back to her car. the older girl watched from the doorstep as minjeong’s bmw drove off in the distance, mentally replaying the smile her younger sister wore when she first arrived.

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aviduringgremlinhours · 5 months

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My Muse

~content warning: slightly nsfw~

Mizu x artist!reader

Authors note: I am not a writer so I apologize for any mistakes! Enjoy!

"Somethings' off...I can feel it..." you say as you squint at the canvas before you. Wether its the shape of the head or the length of the torso, you could TELL something was off. "Two years of art school and yet I still can't seem to get body proportions right. Ugh, maybe I should just find a different career path-"

You hear a knock on the studio door "Y/N? You in there? I made us some tea, can I come in?" you hear the voice of your partner, Mizu, behind the door. "Oh! Yes! Come in!" You exclaim. Upon your approval she comes in with two cups of tea and sets them both at the break table nearby. Deciding to take a break, you get up from the frustrating sketch before you to spend some much needed time with Mizu.

"Hows the art going? What are you working on?" She asks curiously. Mizu has always loved your art, and though she was a woman of few words, you could feel her admiration and respect coming off of her as she gazed fondly at the paintings made by your hand.

"I feel like if I try to fix it any longer I'm going to jump off a bridge" you sigh, half joking at this point. "Ouch, that bad?" She raises an eyebrow as her eyes scan the canvas. "It looks a little off but its not bad. Perhaps you should do some model studies. Who knows, maybe seeing the body up close will help you figure out what you're missing." The idea sounds good in theory, but theres a problem with it "Where would I find someone willing to strip down and let me stare at them for hours while I draw them? I don't really have the cash to pay someone for it." You ask her earnestly.

"Well..." she contemplated "I could be your model, if you want." Your eyes widen at the thought, it makes sense, and its not like you haven't seen her naked before, but you feel a blush crawling up your cheeks regardless. "A-are you sure you're comfortable with that?" "Absolutely sure, I'm comfortable with it if you are. We can start after we finish the tea" She says, her ice blue eyes seemingly brightening up with excitement.

A brief moment later, and Mizu stands before you, a robe being the only thing covering her up. "I'm ready. Where should I stand?" She asks you. "Oh, just go sit on the lounge right here, I want to try capturing you in a leasurely pose." You say. "Just lay back with your back proped up on the arm of the lounge, have one knee bent, and your arm resting on the bent knee. Look off to the side as well." she nods and gets into position as you ready your pencil. "Ready?" You ask, "Ready."

You begin sketching out her figure, glancing over at her every now and then for reference. Every curve, every scar, every fold of her body carefully replicated onto your canvas. From her slender yet defined arms to her lean torso and model-eque long legs. "She's so beautiful..." you think to yourself. You sketch more. Her breasts, her gorgeously long dark brown hair, her breathtaking blue eyes-

You notice her glancing at you, flinching away your daydream as you hastily hide your burning red face behind the canvas. You hear a soft chuckle emit from her as she looks away, a warm smile fixed to her face and a light blush forming. The silence in the air that followed was not a suffocating one, but one that carried a sense of quiet intimacy between two lovers. Warm, soft, and inviting. You feel yourself beginning to relax as you continue to sketch the beautiful woman in front of you.

You finish your sketch up and exhale deeply "Its done! It came out so well! Would you like to see?" You ask her excitedly as she rises from the lounge and reaches for her robe. "Hell yeah I would." She replied. As she scanned over the canvas, her eyes widened with awe. "Its...amazing love, is this how you see me?" She asked "Of course!" You tell her "You're the most beautiful and amazing partner in the whole world, you could say you're my muse..." she looks away bashfully, a shy but happy hum coming out as a response. You gently turn her head to face you a plant a loving, soft kiss on her lips, one which she reciprocates in kind. "Thank you Mizu, you've been a great help. I love you." She beams at those 2 magic words "I love you too, Y/N"

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ventismacchiato · 2 years

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22 just playing the part — twenty one questions !

scaramouche x g!n reader

“My wrists are still sore from earlier today,” you complain, popping the can of beer open that Scaramouche had offered that was in the cooler of his car.

He’d driven you both to a park to practice lines, sitting in the trunk and using the stars above as your light source. It would be romantic if it wasn’t Scaramouche who did it and if he wasn’t constantly correcting you when you messed up.

Scaramouche doesn’t reply, looking over to your wrist that held a mark remnant from the handcuffs. He reaches over, grabbing ahold of your left wrist and rubbing his thumb against it.

“You should ice it,” he mutters, grabbing an unopened can of beer and pressing it against your wrist, the coldness of the metal soothing your bruise.

“Have you been icing your wrist?”

“Yeah, because I’m not stupid.”

You send him a glare and pull your wrist back, icing it with your own beer instead. His warmth on your hands gave you an odd feeling.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” you sigh, growing sick of the script that stared back at you from your lap.

“Do you want me to drive you back?”

“Not yet, being outside is nice,” you answer, “Your company is decent.”

“Just admit you enjoy my company.”

“Not a chance.”

It grows silent again, apart from the low vibrations of the car’s engine and the occasional snap of another can being opened. You were afraid of it getting awkward so you let out the first thing that came to mind.

“Wanna play twenty-one questions?”

He lets out a low chuckle, “Are you trying to find out something dirty?”

“No,” you scoff, “It’s not like you have anything juicy anyway, your first kiss was with me.”

“No need to remind me, but fine,” he answers, crushing an empty can and opening another one.

“Okay,” you hum, racking your brain for a question, “Most embarrassing thing you’ve done while drunk?”

“Other than willingly hanging out with you? Letting Childe give me a stick-and-poke tattoo.”

“Of what?”

“That’s two questions, not one,” he grins, “My turn. Most embarrassing thing you’ve done when drunk?”

“I threw up on Aether and Lumine’s father in highschool,” you answer, wincing at the look on Dainsleif’s shocked face that was still ingrained into your mind.

“I probably shouldn’t have given you beer then, no?” he teases.

“I’m good with alcohol now,” you huff, “Sort of.”

He sends you an eye roll, but for once it lacks any malice.

“Are we friends?” you question, looking down into your now empty can of cheap beer, immediately regretting the question. Maybe you weren’t that good with alcohol.

“You tell me.”

“You’re supposed to answer the question,” you point out.

“I don’t think think I’d sit at night playing a dumb game with someone who wasn’t my friend,” Scaramouche shrugs.

“So that’s a yes?” you smile, ignoring how elated that made you feel. Weird.

“It’s my turn to ask,” he counters, “Biggest fear?”

You muse at the thought, “Probably that I’m wasting my time trying to pursue my interest in acting and it won’t go anywhere.”

He lets out a snort, “Really? That’s stupid.”

You’re about to defend yourself but he continues.

“It’s stupid because you’re a good actor,” he says.

“Are you trying to comfort me?” you smile, nudging him on the shoulder.

“Trying? Did I not?”

“You did,” you reassure, holding back a laugh at how distraught he sounded.

“Whatever, you go,” he mumbles, already on his fourth can.

“Toughest pill you had to swallow?” you question, eyeing him as he drains half the can.

“That I’ll never experience a mother’s unconditional love,” he deadpans, throwing the can he was drinking behind him into the backseat.

“Oh,” you let out, not quite expecting that, “I’m sorry to hear that,” you slowly say, not expecting him to be open during the silly game you came up with.

He shrugs.

“Does she not support you?”

“That’s your fourth question,” he says, “And no, she doesn’t.”

“She’ll see what she missed out on when you prove her wrong,” you say, “When you make it big.”

He gives you a fleeting glance, “Are you trying to comfort me?”

“Trying?” you smile, “Did I not?”

“Maybe you did,” he slyly says, averting his eyes from you.

“I guess the world sucks, huh?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, dragging a long sip of what was now lukewarm beer, “But I think I’ll forgive it because at least it has you in it.”

You pause, the can of alcohol hovering in place at his words, “What?”

“Just realized I’m too drunk to drive right now,” Scaramouche mumbles instead of acknowledging your question.

“Should we call an Uber?” you ask, realizing he wasn’t sober enough for making conversation, yet alone finishing the game.

“Soon,” he mumbles, leaning his head against the side of the trunk, letting his eyes fall shut, “I need a minute.”

“Alright,” you comply, feeling your eyelids feel heavy as well, “I’ll wake you up.”

…

Spoiler, you did not wake him up.

just playing the part !

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synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

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dystopicjumpsuit · 1 year

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A Question of Seman-dicks

A/N: I wrote this under the influence of alcohol, edibles, and the funniest conversation in the history of Discord. Happy Friday!

Pairing: Hardcase x GN!Reader (platonic with a twist)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 960

Warnings and tags: suggestive language, terrible puns

Hardcase spotted you striding purposefully down the corridor of the Resolute, and he sped up to try to catch up with you. You turned a corner abruptly, and by the time he rounded it, you were nowhere to be found. The corridor was empty; there was nothing there but a bank of escape pods. He peered into the porthole of each one until he finally spotted you, pacing back and forth in the small space and talking animatedly. Intrigued, he opened the hatch.

You whirled to face him, guilt written plainly across your features, but when you recognized his distinctive tattoos, you relaxed.

“Oh, it’s you,” you sighed with relief. “Thank the Force.”

“What are you doing in here?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing!” you said. His expression was dubious, and you knew he wouldn’t let it drop until you told the truth. “Hiding.”

He gave you a sympathetic look. “Admiral Ice Queen?”

“I came in here to scream,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Good choice,” he said. “Conveniently close to your office, private, and most importantly, soundproof. I approve of your strategy.”

“Except I’m not supposed to be in here, and if anyone caught me, I’d be in huge trouble.”

“Someone did catch you,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t rat me out,” you replied. “You’re more likely to come in and hide with me.”

“Great idea!” he said with a grin. He stepped into the pod and sealed the hatch, then flopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to him. “Tell me all about it.”

“You know there are perfectly good seats in here,” you said.

“True, but if I sat in one of those, there wouldn’t be room for you next to me, and you look like you could use a hug.”

“Good point,” you said, sitting down with a thump.

He immediately draped his arm over your shoulders, and you leaned against him. “So what did the bad-miral do this time?”

“More of the usual,” you replied. “I swear she sets me up to fail on purpose, and then she takes an evil delight in being a massive Taungsday about it.”

“Taungsday?” he asked, baffled.

“You know, a C-U-Next-Taungsday?”

“I don’t get it,” he said.

Even though nobody was around, you leaned in and whispered the explanation in his ear. He reared back in surprise.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to say that word,” he said.

“What word would you prefer?” you asked, amused at his reaction, but still too upset to laugh.

“Lady garden,” he replied.

You snorted. “Seriously?”

“It’s more respectful,” he said with dignity.

“I don’t want to be respectful!” you complain. “I want to call her a cu—”

“Love tunnel!” he exclaimed, interrupting you before you could get the word out.

That time, you actually laughed. “What is this, a bodice ripper? I don’t need a romantic euphemism for a—”

“Hidden treasure!” he cut you off. “Or cupcake! Those are delicious.”

You let out an inelegant cackle, and he gave you a wounded look that only made you laugh harder.

“Hardcase, I had no idea you had so many words for a woman’s—”

“Honey pot?” he asked insouciantly.

“You can just say—”

“Nether regions?” he offered. “I don’t like that one. It sounds spooky. Like some vast, uncharted part of space.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but it came out as an embarrassing snort, which only made you laugh harder.

“Still, it’s better than ‘penis fly trap,’” he mused. “But not as good as flower. You know, because it has petals and is also used in reproduction. I would definitely rather put my tallywacker in a flower than in a nether region. Higher probability of survival.”

By this point, you had both hands clapped over your mouth to try to muffle your shrieks of laughter as tears streamed down your face. You couldn’t even remember why you’d hidden in the escape pod in the first place, much less why Hardcase was regaling you with a comprehensive listing of every colloquialism known to the galaxy for a—

“Notorious V.A.G.,” he said. “Whoever came up with that one had obviously never felt the touch of a woman.”

You doubled over and buried your face against his chest as you howled with laughter, so you missed his pleased smile when he realized he’d successfully distracted you from your horrible boss. Unfortunately, you’d been gone long enough that you knew your absence would soon be noted.

“I wish I could hide in here with you for the rest of the day,” you gasped once you caught your breath.

“Me, too,” he said, giving your shoulders a squeeze. “Probably ought to get back to it, though.”

You nodded and wiped away your mirthful tears, hoping that you looked at least somewhat presentable. Hardcase stood and offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet with ease, and then he opened the hatch of the escape pod. The two of you spilled out into the corridor, only to run smack-dab into Jesse and Kix.

Jesse took one look at your disheveled appearance and punched Hardcase in the shoulder with a devilish grin.

“Nice, vod,” he said. “You finally made your move.”

Hardcase looked mortified. “That’s not— We weren’t—”

“Relax, brother, we won’t tell the Atrocious Admiral,” Kix laughed. “I’m just glad you decided to do something other than pine away after all this time.”

Hardcase stared at you with panic in his eyes as he watched understanding dawn on your face.

��I—” he began.

On impulse, you leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for everything, big boy,” you said. “Be sure to stop by my bunk later, and I’ll show you how well I can swallow your baloney pony.”

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makeitmingi · 10 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 57]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

"Unnie! Wake up! Stop sleeping!" Haneul was bouncing on the bed, trying to get you to wake up. She was giggling and squealing in excitement. In one hand, she hugged her bunny and in her other, was her giraffe.

"What, baby? It's still early, we can sleep some more..." You wrapped your arms around her, turning to your side. She burst into a fit of laughter and squirmed in your grip.

"We have to get ready for the concert!" She said. You opened your eyes, laying on your pillow and looked at her.

"It's still early, baby."

"No, we have to eat and get ready! We have to go early to get a good spot!" She whined, pouting. You couldn't help but snort out a laugh, where did she learn all this?

"Baby, we don't need to get a good spot. Jongho and Seonghwa made sure we got seats in the VIP section." You informed.

"Oh..." She deflated.

Of course, you would tell Haneul that Ateez was in town adn that you were sent tickets for their concert. You were an adult, you could muster up the courage and set your feelings aside for Haneul. Also, if she ever knew that Ateez was having a concert and you weren't going, she might kill you.

"Alright, I'll get up now. Let's make breakfast." You caved, seeing her disappointed. Maybe when she's older, she'll be able to experience what it's like queuing for the standing pits.

"What shall we have for breakfast?" You asked as you checked your phone, seeing messages from Jongho, San, Yeosang and Hongjoong.

"Chocolate chip pancakes?" She suggested.

"Sounds good to me." You shrugged, putting your phone aside. You could reply to the messages later. But first, you went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Ready to make pancakes?" You asked. You pulled your hair up into a bun before taking all the ingredients out. She nodded excitedly.

"Slowly, baby." You chuckled when she mixed too quickly and spilt some flour on the table.

"Oops, sorry." She giggled.

"Mmm, no worries." You shook your head. There was nothing for her to apologise for when it could be easily wiped up. You basically let Haneul do everything, only helping her when she asked you to like for cracking eggs and melting the butter.

"Unnie, I want a bunny! And.... And a giraffe, please!" She requested as she stood beside you by the stove, probably referring to the two stuffed toys that she holds to sleep.

"I'll try my best." You scratched your head. The bunny seemed simple enough, a circle with two ears right?

The two animals didn't turn out that bad. But the giraffe's neck kept breaking so you told Haneul she'll only get one, the others will be regular circles.

"Eat up." You put the plate down on the table, putting two strips of bacon on a smaller plate.

"Thank you for cooking, unnie." She gave you a toothy grin before pouring syrup on the pancakes and digging in.

"You're very welcome, baby." You patted her head and went to fix yourself a plate of regular pancakes. You made yourself a big jug of iced coffee and poured some juice in Haneul's cup for her.

"After this, we can get ready for the concert?" Haneul looked up at you with wide eyes. Although it was still very early, you nodded your head, making her cheer. If Haneul was so excited, the only thing you could do was indulge her in what she wanted to do. She even made you buy a lightstick last night.

"She's really coming?" Mingi asked the maknae, who was scrolling on his phone.

"For the thousandth time, yes, Mingi hyung. She's coming with Haneul. Her name is on the seat allocation in the VIP section." Jongho said, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm going for a walk." Mingi stood up and walked out.

"Good work, everyone... Do you happen to know where the VIP section is?" Mingi asked casually, bowing the people.

"There." They pointed to a section on the side that had paper tags on the seats and was cornered off. Acting like he was just looking around, Mingi walked over.

"Thank you for your hard work." He bowed to the staff that were getting the VIP section ready.

And there it was in the front row, 'Prod. Indigo', the name over two seats. One seat was yours and the other was Haneul's. Mingi needed to see it for himself to actualise that you were really going to be here at the concert.

"Oh, Mangi. You're here." Wooyoung stopped in his tracks when he saw that Mingi was just standing there, staring at your empty seat. Mingi nodded his head as Wooyoung came over.

"What are you doing here?" Mingi asked slowly.

"Probably same reason as you." Wooyoung shrugged. He was also greatly affected by your departure and couldn't believe you were coming.

"Plus, I got something for Haneul." The shorter dug around his pocket and got out a bag of sweets, putting it on the seat.

"Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung. Where are you?" Hongjoong's voice sounded through the speakers. The two turned around and waved to their captain, who was standing on the stage.

"Get mic'ed up. We're going to start rehearsal before the fans come in for the soundcheck." Hongjoong hurried them. They nodded and left the VIP section but Mingi's eyes lingered on the seat for a little while longer. At least he knew where you were and he would be able to see you from the stage.

"Hyung, you and Jongho got her front row seats?" Mingi asked quietly as they were getting their microphones on.

"Jongho wanted to make sure Haneul could see so he insisted on front row seats for her." Seonghwa replied, adjusting the microphone around his neck.

"Oh..." Mingi didn't know Jongho was that close to Haneul.

"Alright, let's get into our positions and start the rehearsal." The stage director said to all of them.

The rehearsals were kept brief, some songs were reserved for fans who had soundcheck priviledges. But they were able to check for the microphone feedback, sound and lighting.

"Start getting hair and make up done." The managers told them. They would only change into their stage outfits right before the show. For soundcheck, they usually wore their own street clothes. Mingi was getting his hair done when he heard Seonghwa on the phone.

"Oh, you're early... Mhmm, Jongho's in the restroom so he probably doesn't have his phone with him..." Seonghwa spoke.

"You can come in for a bit since there's still time... Your names are on the backstage list..." The oldest looked up, meeting eyes with Mingi through the mirror. He stood up and walked to the door.

"Indigo, it's fine." He heard Seonghwa's voice say as he disappeared.

"You're not going to distract him." Seonghwa denied, leaning against the wall as he spoke to you.

"Okay, okay. If you want, the VIP section is open so you can go in any time to sit first. But if you decide to come backstage, you can." He said to you before hanging up.

After hanging up with Seonghwa, you were conflicted. Haneul wanted to go wish Jongho good luck. No, you didn't always give into what she wanted but with requests like these, there wasn't really a need to deny her or start an argument with her, especially when you knew her intentions were good.

"You wanna go see Jongho?" You asked her, leaning close so she could hear you with your mask on. She nodded her head.

"Alright, let's go." You headed to the backstage/ celebrity access with her. Just like what Seonghwa and Jongho said, your names were in the list, right at the top.

"Thank you." You bowed as the security handed you two passes.

"Where are they?" You looked around, a little lost. People were rushing in and out, probably getting ready for the concert.

"Bear oppa!" Haneul let go of your hand and ran towards Jongho, who was coincidentally passing by. Jongho stopped, eyes falling on Haneul as he smiled. He bent down with his arms open.

"My little bear." He hugged her tightly.

"I missed you!" She jumped in his hold, her arms winding around his neck securely.

"I missed you too, little bear." He chuckled, lifting her up. Trust Jongho's strength to still lift the 6 year old. Jongho looked at you and sent an acknowledging nod. You nodded back, bowing your head awkwardly at him.

"Are you excited for the show?" Jongho asked Haneul. Haneul nodded excitedly, beginning to ramble and tell him about her day starting with pancakes and then picking an outfit to wear.

"I got this!" She lifted her lightstick to show him.

"Wow! What a cute little bear ATINY we have." He pinched her cheek. He noticed her wearing little bear ears as well.

"And who is this little ATINY we have here?" Yunho appeared with a chuckle, seeing Haneul.

"Yuyu!" Haneul grinned as she hugged his legs. All the Ateez members were strong enough to lift Haneul it seems cause Yunho lifted her up with ease.

"Hey." Jongho gave you a brief hug. You accepted it, wrapping an arm around him. While Yunho didn't acknowledge you, he carried Haneul away, probably to the waiting room where the others were. You and Jongho quietly trailed behind them. But when Yunho entered the room and you heard cheers erupt, you hesitated.

"I... don't think I should go in..." You stopped at the door just as Jongho was going to open it for you.

"Indigo-"

"I don't want to distract anyone right before the show. I'll just wait here for Haneul to finish wishing everyone good luck. You guys need to get ready anyway." You insisted.

"Okay." Jongho said softly, nodding his head as he understood your apprehension. And if you didn't want to go in, he wasn't going to force you.

"Can I get you something then? Water?" He asked.

"Water's good. But don't worry about me, Jongho." You said softly. He hummed and entered the room. Everyone looked at Jongho when he entered but noticed that he was alone.

"Where..." While Haneul was distracted by Yeosang and San, Jongho nodded over to the door, a silent indication that you were standing there. When Seonghwa saw Jongho take a bottle of water and a can of coffee out from their mini fridge, he took over.

"Let me." The oldest said. Jongho nodded and went over to spend time with Haneul. Seonghwa walked out and saw you leaning against the wall, fiddling with your phone.

"Indigo." He breathed out.

"Oh, Hwa." You looked up, blinking as you pushed yourself to stand. He handed you the two drinks and two straws.

"Thanks." You mumbled. Seonghwa looked at you fondly while you put the bottle of water into your bag for Haneul to have later. Before you could open the can of coffee, Seonghwa pulled you in.

"I missed you." He mumbled against the side of your head as he hugged you. You were frozen in his hold.

"Me too..." You whispered, finally relaxing and wrapping your arms around him.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I just..."

"It's okay, I understand. It caught all of us by surprise. And 8 of us against 1 of you, I would have run away too." He stroked the back of your head, comforting you. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that he knew why you acted that way yesterday. With people around, you didn't hug him for too long.

"Here." He cracked open the can of coffee for you and stuck the straw in. The caffeine and taste of coffee was able to help you calm down a little, ironically.

"Thank you for coming." He said.

"Haneul might have killed me if she knew I had tickets and didn't bring her to support you." You chuckled.

"Seonghwa? They're looking for you to get your hair and makeup done." Hongjoong came out, looking around before he saw the two of you. You looked down, not meeting his eyes.

"Don't let me hold you back." You said softly. Seonghwa hummed and patted your head before heading in.

"You're not even going to look at me?" Hongjoong asked. You shook your head, you felt like a guilty child getting in trouble with her parent. Your heart raced as you saw his shoes stop in front of you. Suddenly, he pulled you in.

"You're a pabo, you know that...? You're a pabo for everything you did. What were you thinking? Bottling up everything." He chided, tucking your head against his shoulder. Tears blurred your vision.

"Joong..." You croaked.

"But I'm not letting you run away again." He squeezed you. You felt his tears went the material of your shirt.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Joong." Was all you could say and you chanted it repeatedly to him, letting your tears go. Your hands bunched the material of his hoodie.

"There you go, being a pabo again. What are you apologising for, hmm? I should be the one apologising for not protecting you."

"You shouldn't have to protect me when you already have so much falling on you." You shook your head.

"There's a lot to catch up on but we'll have to do it after the show. If I continue to cry my make up off, I'm sure the make up artist noona might end me." He chuckled, patting your back before pulling away. You laughed and nodded in agreement, sniffling as you wiped your own tears.

"Yeah, I should get Haneul and let you guys prepare." You said. Hongjoong nodded and was going to enter the room when he held your hand.

"Please don't run away anymore. Whatever it is, we'll face it together." He pleaded. Your eyes lowered but you nodded reluctantly.

"Can you get Haneul for me, please?" You asked. He nodded and walked into the room.

You thought Jongho would walk Haneul out but they were accompanied by someone else. No, it wasn't Mingi but it was still a person you didn't know if you face.

"Unnie, did you cry?! Did Joong make you cry?!" Haneul exlcaimed when she saw you, looking back at the door where Hongjoong just went.

"No, baby. He didn't make me cry. I'm fine." You chuckled, bending down to her height. Her hands came up to squish your cheeks while you laughed at how serious she was being. She frowned, crossing her arms in disbelief.

"We should go to our seats so the oppas can prepare for the concert." You patted her head.

"Okay. Good luck." She went to hug Jongho and Wooyoung. The two smiled softly and hugged her, receiving her wishes. Wooyoung tapped his cheek for Haneul to peck.

"Good luck." You wished them as Haneul came to hold your hand.

"We'll talk after the show?" Wooyoung looked at you. You nodded your head and reached over to wrap an arm around him.

"Alright. Let's go." You looked down at Haneul, who nodded and jumped excitedly. Jongho got a staff member to bring you out to your seats so you wouldn't have to go through security again.

"Candies!" Haneul squealed when she saw the bag of sweet treats on her seat.

"Who is it from?" You asked, not wanting her to eat some random sweets that she finds. That could be dangerous.

"Wooyoungie oppa!" She said, showing you the little note where Wooyoung signed off. You nodded and help her open the small packet of gummy bears. Hopefully that would keep her occupied until the show began. You needed to remember to thank Jongho and Seonghwa for getting you front row seats.

"How long more until we see the oppas, unnie?" Haneul looked at you as she chewed her gummies, swinging her legs back and forth. You checked your watch.

"30 more minutes until soundcheck. Then another hour until the actual concert." You informed.

"Oh, okay." She hummed to herself as she waited.

It didn't take long for the soundcheck to finish, the boys did about 3 title songs for the fans and did some fan interactions with the small VIP group before heading back in.

"Look at all the people." Haneul pointed as people filled the stadium, especially the pit.

"Luckily we're not there. Or we might get squished." You chuckled when you saw the way the fans were packed into the standing pit. Maybe one day, Haneul will want to experience that. But you would never, you'd prefer sitting down.

"Oh my gosh. Producer Indigo?" Someone came up to you. There were three girls, they were really pretty, you guessed that they were idols. After all, this was the VIP section.

"Nice to meet you. We're big fans." They all reached out to shake hands with you.

"Nice to meet you too." You stood up and bowed your head. Their reactions seemed to have gathered the attention of a few people.

"Can we take a picture together?" Two male celebrities asked as you adjusted your mask in case it was crooked.

"Sure, just make sure the little one's face isn't inside, please." You requested. They nodded and you shifted to the side a little. They bowed to you before they returned to their seats.

"See? I told you she would show up." A familiar voice said. You turned your head, a big grin immediately forming behind your mask as you got up and hugged them.

"Eden! Maddox! I didn't know that you would be here. I missed you both so much!" You hugged the two tightly. They laughed, each wrapping an arm around you. You've missed them, you've missed the entire Edenary team. Even if you do keep in contact with them, you miss working with them.

"How have you been? I heard you're signed to Big Hit now? Look at you." Maddox ruffled your hair.

"I've been good, settling into the American lifestyle. Yes, I'm under Big Hit but working in the HYBE America building for now. Thank you, I only got this far thanks to all of you." You giggled.

""You've lost weight. I hope you haven't been overworking." Eden frowned slightly.

"Don't worry. Even when you guys aren't physically here, it's like I still hear you policing me." You chuckled. Eden rolled his eyes.

"Fans, please take your seats as the concert will be starting in 10 minutes." A voice announced. Some Ateez tracks played through the speakers softly.

"We'll see you after the show." Eden patted your arm. You nodded and Maddox hugged you before they went back to their seats. You noticed that they were sitting at the back of the VIP section. After that, you sat back in your seat beside Haneul.

"Unnie, are you famous?" Haneul looked up at you, blinking curiously. She genuinely didn't know.

"What? No, I'm not." You chuckled, pinching her cheek.

"But so many people came to shake your hand and take a picture with you. Like... When you took me to Disneyland and people were queueing to take a picture with Mickey Mouse." She said.

"Okay, Mickey Mouse is definitely more famous than me. Those people are just... friends." You said between laughs.

"It's starting." You told her and she sat up in her seat, screaming along with the fans excitedly.

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writtenjewels · 10 days

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Maternity Ward part 3

Part One, Part Two

Jason managed to find a sports channel on the television so Penny could have something distracting when her next contraction hit. He kept a mental record of the interval between each one, and how long they lasted. Since Penny was still refusing to let Jason call Ben, it looked like he was going to be her birthing coach later.

At least he was finally behaving like a normal person around Doctor Othman. Granted, Jason's heart still fluttered and he knew his eyes lingered on the older man more often than necessary, but he was managing to string his words together without blushing. It helped that the doctor was friendly and very kind and patient while working with Penny. Watching him, Jason felt good about trusting the guy with his sister and her baby.

“Doc, do they got any ice cream in this place?” Penny asked after Othman finished checking her.

“No, but there is a store close by that sells it.”

“Could ya show Jason?” She gestured to her brother. “I need some Rocky Road.”

“Of course,” the doctor agreed with a smile. He turned expectantly to Jason.

“You know when she asked for ice cream, she don't just mean a fuckin' cone,” Jason said once they were out of the room.

“Yes, I gathered that much,” Othman replied. “Don't worry, my friend. The store I have in mind sells it by the quart.” They fell quiet for a moment. Othman greeted a few of the nurses as they passed by. They were at the elevator heading outside when the doctor spoke again. “What is a banker's favorite flavor of ice cream?”

“I don't got any idea,” Jason said with a confused frown.

“Mint.” Othman delivered the word with a gleam in his eyes. Jason let out a snort, and Othman grinned at him. Fuck, it was unfair how attractive this guy was. Handsome, sure, but also funny and cute and his voice was nice and low with the lilt of an accent. Jason smirked at him, wanting to tease the guy a little.

“I guess you didn't get your PHD in comedy, huh?”

“You are mistaken about that, Jason,” Othman retorted. “The PHD stands for 'pretty hilarious doctor'.” This time Jason laughed out loud. Othman looked all too pleased with himself.

“Didn't realize you were such a smart-ass,” Jason grunted. Othman just smiled, eyes still twinkling. They made it into the store and Jason bought the Rocky Road. “How 'bout one for you, Doc?”

“Oh, no, thank you. And you can call me Salim, if you like.”

“Okay. Uh, Salim.” His insides nearly exploded from the way they fluttered at the name. Jason cleared his throat. “You sure about the ice cream?”

“I'm sure. I wouldn't be able to eat it all before it melted, anyway.”

“Hospital keeps ya busy, I guess,” Jason mused. He stepped up to the register to buy the ice cream. He grabbed a few other snacks while he was there.

“Yes, but I enjoy my work. What about you?”

“You mean work?” Jason took his purchases with a thanks to the cashier and walked with Salim back to the maternity ward. “I donno. I can't say I enjoyed my last job, but I was good at it.” He didn't say more, but after some silence, he sighed. “I can hear you thinking.”

“I'm just trying to imagine what work you would be good at,” Salim told him. “Not dietitian, certainly. You only bought junk food at that store.”

“Fuck off, smart-ass,” Jason huffed, though he was grinning. Salim smirked back at him. The two of them stopped at the door to Penny's room. “See you in a few, Salim.”

“I'll be back soon.”

Jason watched him go before stepping into the room and handing over the ice cream. He imagined what he would say to his sister: Bad news, Penn. I've got a huge crush on your doctor.

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peachy-skies-writings · 18 days

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Deja Vu - Sebastian x f!Reader

Pairing: Sebastian x f!Reader

A/N: Oh this is definitely angsty sorry. It ends with fluff though - couldn't leave it on a sad ending when it's a one-shot. I'm thinking about writing an actual chaptered fanfic about Sebastian (my muse lmao) - would anyone be down for that? Feel free to send me an ask or reply on here if you would? Or if you wanna talk about Stardew or video games!?

Not proofread, please let me know if anything is wrong.

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The sun was shining in the sky, a gentle breeze flowed through the air - a welcome reprieve from the heat of the day - and you were sat on a gingham picnic blanket at your favourite spot next to the mountain lake. Your sundress fluttered in the wind and you flattened it down as you looked out into the lake.

An almost perfect day.

A tall boy appeared next to you, sitting down to your left and flicking his long dark hair out of his eyes. You smiled at him as he handed you an ice cold Joja Cola and kissed your cheek.

Now it was a perfect day.

Battered and bruised, you woke up to find yourself in Harvey's clinic; the loud beeping of machines pulling you from your dream. Groaning at the loss of your dream and the happiness you'd felt, you began to panic. How did you get here?

The mines! You were in the mines. You must have taken a tumble or one of the multitude of monsters must have attacked you.

Groaning, you tried to sit up, before Maru rushed into the room and gently coaxing you into lying back down, her mahogany hair falling out of it's neat bun.

"Harvey! She's awake!" The nurse yelled as she leaned out of the door frame.

"Wh-What happened?" You asked, wincing when you shuffled in your bed.

Maru turned to look at you, before sighing and relaying the events of the night. From what she and Harvey could tell when you were brought in, you'd had one hell of a fight with a monster. Your ribs were cracked and you'd taken a bump to the back of your head. Otherwise you were fine, no internal bleeding or anything but the pain medication had knocked you out cold.

You were under strict orders to not doing anything too strenuous, especially not farm work. Harvey had organised a few of the people in town to take shifts for you while you recovered. Although it was nice of him to do so, you felt a pang of guilt knowing that the townsfolk were having to do your job for you all because of a stupid accident.

A few hours later and you were cleared to head home. Slowly but surely you made your way through the town and back to your farm, with Maru at your side.

As you got to the door, curiosity got the better of you, "Maru... who dropped me off at the clinic?"

"Linus."

"Oh... I should- I should probably go thank him."

"No. What you should do is rest." She stated bluntly, "You can thank him when you're better."

She waved her goodbyes after making sure you were okay on your own, leaving you with your thoughts.

You were slightly disappointed that Sebastian wasn't your knight in shining armour, but you weren't exactly living in a fairy-tale about a farmer so you brushed it off. At least it would have given you the excuse to talk to him again.

Sebastian hadn't spoken to you in a week since you shared a drunken kiss after your usual Friday nights in the Saloon. He'd walked you home as he usually did - his excuse being it was dark and unsafe - even though you knew it was a 5 minute walk that was well lit. As you got to your porch, he'd gently grabbed your arm.

"I just... I want to try something." He mumbled.

"What is it?" You asked, almost a whisper.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your head spun, unsure if it was from the alcohol or from the fact that the boy you'd been daydreaming about for over a year had just asked you if you would kiss him. You nodded slowly, trying not to be so eager.

It was soft at first, he held your face in his hands and gently brushed his lips against your own. You smiled, which must have spurred him on as he smirked before deepening the kiss. You both must have been there for a minute, with Sebastian slowly backing you up against your door. You gasped as your back hit the wood and Sebastian took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your parted lips.

You made out for what felt both like a long time and not long enough, his hands moving from your cheeks to your waist.

He pulled away, and you pouted at the loss of contact.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away."

"It's okay - I liked it."

He looked at you with a small smile, before turning his gaze to his shoes, mumbling a goodbye and leaving you standing on your porch dumbfounded.

You shook off the feelings of confusion and focused on letting sleep take you like Maru said, ready for the morning of bossing people around on the farm.

A knock awoke you at 3am and you groggily got out of bed to check who would be calling so early in the morning. Looking through your peephole you noticed Sebastian awkwardly waiting at the door.

Anxiety flooded in and you quickly looked at yourself in the mirror. A few cuts and scrapes on your face, no swelling. Your hair was a mess but you quickly ran your hands through it to look presentable and then plastered on a smile.

"Heeeeyyy...." you drew out as you opened the door, "What's up?"

"What's up? You went into the mines and seriously hurt yourself, that's what's up." He snapped as he walked through the door.

"I'm fine, just a bit bruised but I'm okay." You smiled and shrugged, the movement making you hold back a wince.

"You don't have to act like you're okay. I can see you're not."

"I'm fine. I'm just annoyed that it's 3am and you woke me up."

"I was worried about you and couldn't sleep. Maru just... She just said you'd been hurt pretty badly and I kept thinking about it and how we... how I just left it. I had to see you."

You scoffed, "Yeah, you seemed real worried avoiding me for a week."

"I... I had my reasons. I just came to check that you're alright... And I can see you are so, I'll head out. Please be more careful and stay focused next time you're in the mines. I don't want to have to put on my formal black shirt." He sighed as he turned on his heel to leave.

"You think this is easy for me?" You blurted out. Sebastian stopped, his hand hovering the door handle.

There was a silence, one you felt needed to be desperately filled.

"Do you think this is easy for me? I have had feelings for you for a year and I've watched you every day flirt with Abby. I've listened to Sam ponder if you guys are going to get together. And just.... JUST when I was starting to move on you kissed me... like THAT. And then don't talk to me for a week. So excuse me for not being focused when I'm in the mines."

Deep down, you knew it wasn't Sebastian's fault that you got injured but you just wanted to make him hurt like you were hurting.

His hand dropped to his side.

"I... I didn't know you felt that way. I'm sorry." He apologised, turning to face you, "I was drunk and I felt so bad afterwards that I just... I panicked."

You heart sank. He was just drunk and you were just there.

"I see."

"I... I panicked because I knew that Abby had been trying to get Sam to ask you out and I just... I knew how I felt about you and ugh, I'm not good with words."

"Sam likes me?" You pulled a confused face, not once had you got that impression from Sam.

"I - I think so, at least that's what Abby said. I just know I told her how I felt about you but she said Sam had already said he liked you first and that was breaking friend code or whatever." He trailed off at the end of his sentence.

"Doesn't matter if Sam said he liked me first or not, I'm not an object people can place dibs on." You grumbled.

"I know that, but I didn't want to hurt Sam. And you were there in your dress, with the moonlight in your hair and I just... I had to know what it was like to kiss you. And I ruined it by running away."

"You could always just.. I don't know... find out what it's like to kiss me again." You looked up at him through your eyelashes and no more words were needed.

Sebastian gently pulled you in by your waist, careful not to touch your ribs and gently placed his lips on yours. You smiled involuntarily and, as if it was Deja Vu, he deepened the kiss. Your arms found their way over his shoulders.

A few moments later, he pulled away and touched foreheads with you.

"It's late, I should probably head back." He sighed.

"You can stay... if you want to?" You almost whispered at him, earning a smile in response, as you led him to your room.

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mousy-nona · 7 months

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All of God's Angels p. 3/5

I think you will like His newest creation, Gabriel mused. I’ve foreseen a challenge for you. An equal. A partner, tall and beautiful and terrible, and crowned in red. // Or Lucifer tries to save a life, and ends up making a deal instead.

All parts up on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53800450/chapters/136173307

Contrary to popular belief, Lucifer hadn’t always hated humans. Truth be told, he still didn’t. He was disappointed in their bloody, chaotic, meaningless choices, but he didn’t think they were all bad.

Humans fought. They felt. They changed. They dreamed. Angels, on the other hand, were like static figurines, perfect from inception, nothing but boring old tools meant to forge the Father’s holy vision.

Was it little wonder why he was so drawn to Alastor? On the outside, the demon was everything he despised about humanity. He was cruel and sadistic to the extreme, selfish and cutthroat. Hell had been made to contain sinners like him. He was exactly why Lucifer regretted setting Eve free — the embodiment of greed and pride and pain for the sake of pain.

But he was also everything Lucifer loved about humans. The ingenuity. The ambition. He could sing like the goddamn stars and whip out a sonnet or two after. He was genteel and sophisticated, with a quick wit and a silver tongue sharp enough to cut the Devil. And he was already starting to change – not a lot, not at his core, but the gentle atmosphere of the hotel and Charlie’s endless optimism were softening his hard edges.

A monster and a gentleman. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, for the price of one. Had there ever been a more fascinating man?

He could not die. He could not die. Not now, not when Lucifer had just found him.

But oh, Death was close. Lucifer could feel his scythe trembling nearby, ready to swing. This injury…even in the dim light of the fireflies, he could see it ran to the very heart of Alastor. Literally. His chest gaped open where Adam’s blast had run him through, exposing him down to his very bones and his twitching cardiac muscles. An inch to the left, and he would have never walked away from the battle. An open heart, flayed open for all the world to see!

Good Lord, the strength it must have taken to walk around as if nothing was wrong. Lucifer shuddered, blanching at the mere thought. If their positions had been reversed, would he be able to do such a thing?

(No. He wouldn’t.)

“This isn’t a freak show, my good fellow,” his radio static came from the darkness, somehow, impossibly, still measured and even. “If you’ve got an opinion, now’s the time to share it.”

“Y-y-you–” Lucifer shook his head, annoyed at the stutter. How was he the one showing weakness when Alastor was laid up in bed with his chest carved in half? “It hasssn’t healed at all!”

He stopped abruptly at the hiss and felt his tongue. It was forked. What the Hell? Slowly, he reached up and felt his head…where twin horns protruded from under his hat.

He’d transformed? When?

With an effort, he managed to shrink himself back to his normal shape, puzzled at his complete lack of control. That kind of behavior was unlike him.

“I assumed that’s what you were here for,” came the exasperated reply. “Considering angelic power is your area of expertise, not mine.”

“I’ll need to come closer–”

“No need. You can see perfectly fine from where you are.”

“I can’t help you if I can’t see!” Lucifer snapped.

“Then leave.”

Static and green symbols flashed across the room. The muggy warmth of the bayou turned ice cold as a surge of shadow swept the door open. It banged mournfully on its hinges, letting out a ghostly wail of protest.

Lucifer straightened, feeling his own fire flicker in response. “Do you really want to die so badly? Why are you being so goddamn stubborn?”

“Why. Are. You?”

Twin radio dials lit up the far corner with a hellish red beam. Lucifer could see Alastor’s face in full for the first time – and it scared him.

He wasn’t scared for Alastor. He was scared for himself.

Alastor was grinning. It was the smile of the void, the smile of the shadow and the dark and the monster beneath your bed a second before they struck. It was the smile of a Dealmaker, right before they revealed their hand. Somehow, impossibly, it was Alastor that held all the cards – even though it was Alastor who was knocking on Death’s door.

How? How the Hell was he doing it?

And maybe something was deeply wrong with Lucifer, but he found himself leaning forward, a shock of affection washing over his long-dead heart. This was what it meant to be human. This is why he gave Eve the apple.

All that potential. Finally realized.

Then Alastor said it. Those famous last words. “Let’s make a deal, shall we?”

Lucifer gulped, his heart beating double time. He was sure Alastor could hear it. “A deal? For my soul?” He was torn between laughing incredulously at Alastor’s sheer gall and fighting the urge to finish the job Adam had started. Did he even have a soul to give?

(Why was he even considering it?)

“Why no! Why must everyone jump to such severe conclusions?” The fucker sounded downright jolly. “Just a gentleman’s agreement, that’s all. A promise for a promise. No souls involved!”

“And why should I agree to that? I’m trying to help you.”

“Yes, that’s true. But you seem rather…insistent on this healing business. And while I must admit I’m in a hurry to, ah, be whole again – I’m in no hurry to do it your way!”

Lucifer gaped. “You must be joking. You’re bleeding out in front of me!”

“A small miscalculation. I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes before, I assure you.”

Was he bluffing? Was he serious? Try as he might, Lucifer couldn’t get a read on him. Alastor was like this – always half-there, a shadow that flitted away every time he tried to get close, defying reason, defying explanation.

Would he really risk death – just to one up him?

Lucifer didn’t know. And Jesus flipping Christ , why did that excite him so much?

There was no reason for him to play the Radio Demon’s games. He could leave. He could leave right now and he opened his mouth to tell that smug, no-good asshole exactly that –

But what came out of his mouth was, “What kind of a deal?”

The air turned hot and sticky. Shadows swirled around him, barely-there faces licking their chops in anticipation. Alastor’s voice seemed to grow and deepen, his presence so thick it was a wonder Lucifer didn’t choke on it. “Like I said before, just a promise. You get to heal me, and I – well, I haven’t quite decided what I’d like to receive in return.” His smile was neon green and eager. “Perhaps you’ll take a carte blanche?”

The bastard wanted a blank check to cash in on a rainy day. That was dangerous. Lucifer would basically be handing him the keys to the castle. He couldn’t agree to this.

“There must be something you want,” he tried to reason with the beast. “Power? Wealth? Your enemies destroyed, in a matter of seconds?”

But Alastor, that black-hearted creature of the deep, shook his head. “My bargain, my terms, your Majesty . What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

He should leave. He needed to leave . But he could still hear Alastor’s lifeblood drip drip dripping away on the floorboards – see every beat of the man’s heart pulse against the muggy bayou air – sense Alastor’s power ebbing at the edges, being spun away into nothingness that even his jovial facade couldn’t hide…

Alastor had upped the stakes with his life. And Lucifer wasn’t quite willing to take that wager.

“On one condition. I choose the method of healing. You aren’t allowed to fight me on it.”

Alastor pondered those terms for a minute, then held out his hand.

“We have a deal.”

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minleeeknow · 8 months

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track five - ‘greedy’ ft. lee know

‘pairing’ - 이민호 (lee minho) x fem!makeup artist

‘genre’ - fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers??

‘tw’ - angst, 14+, light swearing, hurting, comfort, fluff at the end

‘word count’ - 0.6 k

‘to get tagged’ - pls reply to the taglist post, this post or just ask me

‘lee’s notes’ - lowercase intended, not proofread, yn is korean (its easier for me to write), it’s okay to cry

pls note, reblog, anything <3

‘previous track’ > ‘next track’

‘masterlist’

“jagiya–” minho’s voice murmurs softly in your ears, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. you hiccup, stifling a sob, pulling your hood down further, covering your face.

lee know wipes away the tears from your cheeks and takes off your hood. “hey, look at me.” his low voice calms you. minho looks into your eyes, his brown eyes filled with concern.

“what happened, yn?” he asks, taking your hands and rubbing them gently with the palm of his hand.

“it’s stupid,” you mumble. minho raises a brow. “so what, you called me, you’re crying, and you don’t want to tell me anything,” he remarks wryly.

you feel a flicker of energy and say hesitantly, “can you buy me a taro milk tea? please?”

minho snorts and gives you a look. “you’re so lucky you’re cute,” he sighs as he gets up. you flash him a weak smile and a heart and see him flush and look away.

when he comes back he’s holding an iced taro drink and coffee. he hands you yours but before he lets you take it, minho says, “no! we’re going in the car and you’re going to tell me what happened without spilling your drink or tears.”

“that was a one time thing!” you protest, wiping salty tears from your eyes and you obediently follow lee know out.

as you sit in the passenger seat of his car, you brace yourself for a full-on interrogation, but it doesn’t come. instead minho just sits there, quietly sipping his coffee.

“it was because of these girls,” you blurt out suddenly. you feel heat rise up to your cheeks as lee know casts his eyes on you. you swear he’s silently judging you and all chance of being with him has flown out the window. like yesterday.

“they were saying that i didn’t deserve you, that i was ugly, that you looked better with them, that��” you ramble, not pausing to filter your words. “they said that they couldn’t believe how you could love someone like me, someone who’s freaking desperately in love with you but to scared to admit it–” you clamp your mouth shut. “shit.”

“oh?” minho’s eyes fly open but he somehow manages to keep a straight face. you sink farther into your seat, totally most definitely embarrassed.

“mmf,” you mumble, burying your face into your hands. you pretend to be sad again, not even going to try to peek through your fingers. you can feel lee know’s intense gaze and shiver involuntarily.

“so freaking desperately in love,” minho muses coolly, echoing your words. “so you love me, huh?”

“stop trying to make it worse,” you complain into your palms, pouting. “it’s not like it’s ever going to happen,” you add, trying to talk yourself out of it. “i’m not pretty anyway. i just exist and happen to know you.” you almost laugh when you feel tears sting your eyes again.

“shut up,” minho mutters and pulls your hands away from your face to kiss you. the kiss is softer and gentler than any other time he’s kissed you.

“minho–” you mumble into his lips, unable to pull away while your brain is screaming minho minho minho MINHO MINHO MINHO. he’s intoxicating and you can’t stop your mind from thinking about how soft his lips are.

“so are you going to be my girlfriend, yn?” minho asks smugly, running a hand through his hair.

“so mean,” you shoot back. “you’re soooo pretty and then you ask if i can be your girlfriend?” you sigh dramatically.

“well?”

“minho! what do you think?”

‘perm taglist’

@goldenjupiterz @adestayskz @piercidh34rts @imsiriuslyreal networks ! @/k-labels

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lgcnathan · 6 months

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*guess_who's_back_back_again.mp3* hi all ! thank you so much all the warm welcome (back's) 🤍 i'm kristin / admin *, and for those of you who don't know, nathan is my previous third-turned-second muse before i dropped out of the rp completely back in may of last year. i've still been around doing graphics, but nathan has always had a special place in my heart – and i knew that if i were to return with a muse, it would be with him. so when soobin opened up, i knew this was my one and only chance !

that being said, nathan is ~pretty much~ the same but ofc different in ways. his timeline is a continuation from where he was ic-wise last year, and you can read more under the cut about what his life is like now in the post-type zero era of his career. i've also linked his previous introduction that includes more of his backstory before he came to legacy for your reference !

now, without further ado, please like or reply to this post if you want to plot ! and if we plotted before, please don't feel like we need to keep the same connection – i'm practically starting from scratch here, and i'm excited to see what the future holds for nathan + all of you !

because i am an admin, you can easily reach me here or on the main. alternatively, you can find me on twitter or discord – just ask for my username, and i'll add you !

super stoked to be back here in my favorite place with my favorite people – let's get this party started 🥳

tl;dr on his backstory is that he (1) grew up in new york city, (2) acted out a lot because of parental neglect (re: being raised in boarding schools his whole life), (3) ended up in korea because the school board threatened to expel him after a prank-gone-wrong, (4) auditioned for legacy after his npc-big brother got signed to the company, (5) stayed because it was the first time in his life he ever got praised for literally anything and, wow, very much attention and affection-starved from the get-go, and (6) debuted in type zero in april of 2021 after four years of training!

now ... where, oh, WHERE do i even begin? like i mentioned in my ooc post when i dropped, nathan ultimately left type zero because of massive burnout. at the time, he was practically hard-carrying the group's promotions with his solo activities, and the burden of maintaining type zero's 'status' in the industry was eventually too much for him.

it was a lot for him, okay. not only was he dealing with the emotional turmoil that came from being in a group with so many line-up changes and differing opinions from the public, he was succumbing to the pressure of all these expectations placed on him that he (as he knows now) never felt properly prepared for before his debut.

the first few weeks after his departure, he had an extended staycation with his grandparents in the outskirts of seoul before flying back to nyc for some much-needed r&r.

since he was still signed to legacy even after leaving type zero, he returned to training after about three months of 'vacation' – so he's only been full-time training for a little over six months now.

he's been avoiding, basically, everyone – previous managers and stylists and other staff members, other debuted idols in the company, and, of course, the type zero members.

he's so ashamed of himself, for giving something up that (as he first-hand witnessed himself!) hundreds of kids only dream of after sacrificing their childhoods, their youths, their critical developments years all for the goal of becoming an idol.

and he's embarrassed, for obvious reasons. when he left type zero, he was practically at the top of his game, but now? now he's stuck in the basement, in the hallways of dance studios and practice rooms, surrounded by unfamiliar faces that whisper and gossip as he passes by. he's visibly older than most trainees now, and his energy nor enthusiasm can barely keep up anymore.

before, nathan thought he could take the world on by storm – that no matter what problem or obstacle, he could bulldoze through with sheer willpower alone. but now he's scared, and more jaded. the idol industry isn't anything like they tell you to believe, and there truly are things you can only learn through real-life experience.

but at the end of the day, nathan knows why he's still here, why he's tormenting himself by going through this rigorous training process again. he loves it. he loves it so much, and so much more than wanting to run away from it all once again.

#lgc:intro #OUT OF CHARACTER (TAG)#whew got a lil emotional writing this

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laurenairay · 2 years

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svechie with 2 pls !! if 2's been taken then 4 pls <3

2 – “Let me know what you need, okay?” – Andrei Svechnikov

612 words.

Thanks for requesting this one for Svechy, Cam!

“Okay no, there’s no way you’re going to practice today.”

Andrei frowned at you from where he was slumped against the kitchen counter, shaking his head. “I’m fine. Just a little bit of flu,” he shrugged.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never seen you so pale. I really doubt the trainers will even let you on the ice,” you replied, frowning back at him.

He wasn’t just pale – your boyfriend had dark circles under his eyes and his nose was red where he’d obviously been sniffling, and the fact that he was clearly using the countertop to hold himself upright? Not okay.

“I’ll be fi-”

Three loud sneezes interrupted his own words, and you just smiled sadly as he groaned.

“Come on, I’ll text Jordy, okay? You need to take a rest day,” you murmured.

The pitiful look he sent you broke your heart, even more so as he sadly nodded. You knew how hard he worked with the team – hell, everyone knew that – but today was just not his day to push past his limits.

“Can you walk to the sofa by yourself?” you asked, quickly typing out a text to his captain.

Andrei took one step away from the kitchen side before pausing, and then shaking his head. He always hated asking for help, and this was just a sign that he was feeling just as bad as he looked if he was accepting help this easily.

“Alright, let’s take it slow then.”

Because there was no way you could carry his full heavy body by yourself – your man was big. The two of you slowly shuffled over to the sofa, Andrei eventually sitting down with a heavy thump, the saddest self-pitying look on his face, to which you could only add an extra cushion behind his neck and drape a large blanket over him.

“Am not that sick,” he grumbled, although he tucked his feet under it tightly.

“Uh huh, tell me that when you can stand upright without feeling congested and dizzy,” you mused.

Andrei just groaned, burrowing further under the blanket, making you smile at how adorable he was unintentionally being. For such a big guy, he sure could curl himself up into a tiny ball.

“I’d better start my workday properly, but I’ll only be down the hall, okay? Just yell for me if you need something,” you said, smiling.

He chewed his bottom lip briefly before looking up at you. “I don’t want to distract you. Don’t want to be a burden.”

Oh bless his heart.

“The last thing you could ever be is a burden, sweetheart. I mean it – let me know what you need, okay?” you said firmly.

Andrei sent you a sweet smile, eyes crinkling, making your heart melt even further.

“Okay, I will. Thank you for looking after me.”

“Always,” you grinned.

As you wandered away from the living room and down the hall to your office/study, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, smiling to yourself as you saw him wiggle down into the sofa to get comfortable, one hand peeking out of his huddle to reach for the TV remote. Adorable. As much as you wanted to curl into his side and take care of him 24/7, this really was the best option for both of you – you had work to do and he really just needed to rest. Not that this would stop you from taking a couple of extra coffee breaks to wander past and check on him, of course – and if you happened to take a sweet photo of him napping wrapped up in his blanket burrito, well, that was just a little extra bonus.

#my writing #andrei svechnikov blurb #prompt list blurbs #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov fanfic #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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laprimera · 6 months

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ABOUT THE MUN - ooo I got tagged ooOooo

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

fixation as soon as the second trailer with her reveal came? Like the little snippets that was known about the game already weaved a pretty intricate (and disproven lol) plot and personality.

Even after everything got debunked I still kept my original lore + now I live and love the idea her ideal, picturesque self is actually a front for how clutzy and forgetful she really is as a super busy champion who's passionate about her region.

is there anything you don’t like to write?

bad/sad unnecessary endings or forks in the road?? I know it's silly in context like "well stories arent all happy-" BUT THIS IS POKEMON AR PEE AND I PARTIALLY CONTROL THE NARATIVE AND I WANT MY PROTAGS TO GO THROUGH IT BUT COME OUT AT THE END GETTING EVERYTHING THEY WANT. IS IT SO BAD I DONT WANT TO PARTICIPATE IN BITTER SADNESS EVEN IN A FANTASY MADE-UP SCENARIO? REALITY IS HELL AS IS I DONT WANNA BE SAD ALL DAY OVER INTERNET BARBIES, I HAVE BILLS AND TAXES TO DO.

so I make sure to plot with long term plot partners so we all get that character growth and exciting story with something good they can all take away in the end. No, the character doesnt have to die to prove a macab point. No the loving couple doesnt have to break up for some story twist. And thats what AU's are for if we're looking to explore something else so it's easy to separate from 👍

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

plot novellas 👀 I see a partner reply instantly to a plot thread and I jive for days on end until the next reply for real-- each one is a really juicy cliffhanger and a lot of them still haunt the back of my mind.

how do you come up with headcanons?

most come with interactions or thoughts stemming from the game or story itself. Eventually they branch out and more ideas happen and a lot comes from looking at dash and bringing up some really interesting points!

do you write in silence or do you play music?

Ambiance and music helps esp when silence is actually really distracting (thoughts wandering and what not-adhd be like that). The mood even influences the reply.

do you plan your replies or wing them?

planned for plot driven replies but ic bouts and simple replies are winged!

do you enjoy shipping?

YES YES YES YES, though recently I have to be a little more careful about saying Im completely open to shipping on whim. At some points the plot involves the other person too much and it gets hard to move a story along esp with the nature of the rpc and the lifespan of interest in the muse/rpc (which is natural ofc!).

You're okay to show and express interest in shipping so we can take a direction with our muses interaction wise but I say it's not for certain until they develop some more long term. Who knows, maybe it was just a crush or a fling sort of thought :' 0

what’s your alias/name?

Leche leche leche leche leche milk

age?

birthday?

may!

favorite color?

red and greens

favorite song?

Sugar, You by the Oh Honey has taken a lot of real-estate in my head lately--

last movie you watched?

I,,,havent watched a movie in a really long time Ill be honest OTL,, I dont have the attention span to sit down for more then twenty minutes if that.

last show you watched?

Aggretsuko final season! That,,,was awhile ago. See above oop--

last song you listened to?

Dont know the last song that played on my car radio 🤔

favorite food?

spaghetti and meatballs and cereal < 3

favorite season?

spring 🌼

do you have a tumblr best friend?

ooh I dont want to make anyone feel left behind. My moots have a special place regardless of hobby or not <3

tagging: uh...

#ooc. ･ﾟ ✹#tierra-paldeana #thank yooou < 3

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quinloki · 1 year

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: Dealer's Choice (afab!reader) Character: Thatch Kink: #2 Praise Kink Prompt: Dealer's Choice (I winged it and oh... oh my gods.) Gift Giver: @khadoxofthemlems

Summary: Is it possible to have a praise-war between you and your new beau? Most certainly.

Content Notes: I... I don't know. Incorrect use of icing. implied smut. It's really sweet and also like, WHEW.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“Your icing work is so pretty!” You had beamed a few weeks ago, watching Thatch decorate the birthday cake for the month. He’d squeezed the tube too hard, red in the face and completely off-guard, and it had been how the two of you ended up getting closer together.

Thatch wooed you like an old man, and you teased him for it, but the intent was adorable. He’d bring you flowers from the islands, or make icing flowers around the edges of your food. You’d tug his scarf when no one else was nearby and steal a kiss, causing his face to go red again.

Everyone teased Thatch more than you, but the chef seemed to revel in it. The sea dog was a romantic at heart, and he loved all the praises you lavished on him.

After your first night together, a quiet evening of searching hands and soft kisses and hours of worship between the two of you, Thatch asked if he could do something self-indulgent. You agreed, and agreed a second time when he said it would have to happen in the galley.

Now you’re sitting on wax paper laid out over a table, naked and smiling as Thatch is making icing-flowers around you. His ears are red as you’ve already started praising his work.

“At least now I understand why your hands were so steady on our first night.” You muse softly as you watch him work. “And so… precise.” You say pointedly and watch Thatch’s fingers twitch.

This time he manages to keep his cool and not squeeze half the icing onto the flower, but you can see his ears flush red. He clears his throat a little, looking up at you with a smirk.

“What I would give, so that everything in my life was as sweet as you,” he replies, standing up enough to kiss you. You can feel the heat rush through you, your heart fluttering at the sweet words and warm kiss, struggling to keep your breath and yourself steady.

“How’re your legs?”

“Fine, nothing is uncomfortable.” You assure him. “I told you, I can sit like this for hours. My flexing hasn’t disrupted your flowers, I hope?”

Thatch looks around and then shakes his head. “Not even a little.” There’s a devious grin on his face as he nuzzles into your neck, goatee teasing your skin before his lips do. “I wonder if those little flexes will disrupt the decorations I put on you.”

“O-on me?”

Thatch smiles at you and you feel your heart thump heavy in your chest. He picks up a different piping bag and begins to wind thin green “vines” up from the flowers around you. The thin lines of frosting are a little cold, but they were very thin, and thus very light, sitting atop the fine hairs on your thighs and sending odd shivers into your skin from what was an impossibly light touch.

“Stay still, my sweet.” Thatch admonishes lightly, focused on his work. “I don’t want to make any mistakes.”

Something in his tone warms your core, and the confidence you had a few moments ago is slipping away. You were certain you had the chef wrapped around your finger – a little praise, a shy look, and Thatch melted to your will. You weren’t leading him on, it was pleasant for both of you, but now you felt a little like a thief caught by their own trap.

“Th-Thatch.” You whisper softly as the vine twists and turns up your thighs toward your hips.

“Yes, mein törtchen?” He answers, not looking up from his work.

“Y-You’re not… making any more… flowers?” You’re struggling to not shiver from the sound of his voice.

Thatch stops, swirling a vine just inside your thigh. So close, he’s so close and you’re so wet, he has to know, you’re certain of it. He straightens, hand gently caressing the side of your face as he gives you a soft smile.

“But you, are the flower.” He says softly, slowly closing the distance between your lips and his. “No baker would make a flower on top of one that’s already perfect.”

Thatch’s hand is on your thigh as his lips capture yours, devouring your surprised squeak as icing smears against your skin. A deep kiss and needy hands were the start of your evening, and hardly any of the flowers survived the night without some sign of the passion shared between the two of you.

Not even you.

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#birthday request event #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #Look #Look I know I'm the one that wrote it #but I gotta... I gotta sit for just... just a second.#Thatch #by the seas.#Where did this come from?#Khadox I hope you enjoy this half as much as I did.#Happy birthday to me holy shit.

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