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httpsryu · 2 months

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muse? pt. 4

pairing: kang haerin x fem newjeans!reader

summary: getting a new member way long after debut and before a comeback isn't really the best idea to haerin

category: enemies-to-lovers (?), kpop idol au

genre: slow burn, angst, and fluff

warnings: a bit frustrating and A LOT of jealousy

a/n: i appreciate all the love muse has gotten so far! tysm everyone :)

With a small sigh, you proceed to walk into the dressing room, following your hair and makeup stylists. Seeing the fellow '06 liner, you can't help but to already roll your eyes knowing she's probably going to say some remark to you.

"I would think you've gotten lost or something." Haerin immediately starts upon seeing you at the doorway.

Huddling the already soaked towel around your frame, you can't help but chatter your teeth. "I think I'm knowing my way around this building since we were here pretty early."

"Hmm. Good for you." Haerin shuts her eyes for the makeup artist to do her eye makeup.

You can't help but to let out another very obvious eye roll at the other.

"Y/N-shi, inside the changing room, there's a new outfit for you to change into." Your makeup stylist says, handing you another warm towel to which you immediately reach out for.

You bow at the older lady, thanking her with a smile before disappearing off into the changing room.

Haerin watches through the mirror, the door closing. She's still thinking about how there was a glowing energy around you, you're a different vibe when it comes to work.

However, Haerin will never admit that. Never in her life.

"Y/N-shi did amazing today." Haerin's stylist starts to talk to the other stylist. "I was so amazed at how well she grasped the cameras!"

"She used to be in a pre-debut show with other SM trainees." The other said, getting your seat ready and making it comfortable for you. "I heard that Min Hee-Jin wanted to bring Y/N with her after leaving SM but the other upper people didn't let her."

Haerin goes on her phone, pretending to not "care" about whatever the two pretty unnies are gossiping about.

"Really?!"

"Yes! She practically grew up in Min Hee-Jin's arms." The other explains, looking over and making sure each makeup product is sitting on the makeup table. "Apparently, not only did she grew up in Min Hee-Jin's arms but also in Yoo Young Jin's arms, he only trains the special trainees."

The cat-like female controls herself from rolling her eyes; yet again. Everyone is praising you for being this special star but why has Haerin not seen it yet? This supposed star that Min Hee-Jin went through lengths of bringing over here messes up the easiest part of the choreography?

Haerin doesn't get it; she really doesn't.

It pisses her off even more.

And because it pisses her off, something in her is intrigued by you.

"Unnie?" You call out from the changing room.

Haerin's stylist cannot help but to let out a small 'awe' at the tone of your voice.

"Yes, Y/N-shi?" Your stylist responds, coming over to stand in front of the changing room. "Is everything okay?"

You immediately panic at that statement, looking over in the mirror at the small rip in your dress. Only the second day of being in the group and you've already ruined a dress.

"Something happened to the dress."

"What's wrong?"

You opened the door slowly, peeking your head out with a derpy smile. "There's a rip in the dress."

"Let me see?"

With some shyness in the steps of your feet, you walk out the changing room.

Haerin almost feels her breath hitch at the sight of you in the mirror, her eyes looked at you, trailing from head to toe. Somehow, just somehow you manage to look stunning with wet hair and the "ripped" dress.

Wow.

This doesn't get past the pretty unnie who just finished up the last final touches of both Haerin's hair and makeup. She lets out a silent giggle at how cute the two groupmates are.

"Hmm, we don't have any backup dresses but..I think we can work with this somehow." Your stylist thinks, rushing out the room.

"Haerin-shi, take care of Y/N-shi. We'll be right back shortly." Haerin's stylist says before shortly following the other out in need of aid.

The feline-like female sighs once again. "You cause trouble everywhere you go."

"Here we go again.." You shake your head in astonishment, genuinely surprised at how someone could ruin the mood SO FAST. "Let me give you a word of advice. you should change your personality. no one would ever like someone who’s fussy and sensitive.”

Haerin snaps her head to turn at you. “I won’t ever ask you to like me, so don’t worry.”

“Who says I'm worried? Stick close to your words, Haerin."

Haerin could only stare back at you, blinking blankly. She opens her mouth to say something but nothing ends up coming out of her mouth. She lets out a huff silently before turning back around and paying attention to her phone.

"Always trying to start something." You grumble under your tone, which does NOT go pass the cat-eyed female.

Haerin is starting to feel ticked off.

First, she had to wake up early in the morning to do a reshoot for the album (keep in mind that these photos were taken a couple months ago). Second, as if the company wanted to torture her enough, she got assigned with you for the duo shoots (which wasn't even a thing til now because of six members). Lastly, you just LOVE to mumble stuff knowing that she can hear.

Before Haerin could say anything, the two stylists enter the dressing room with various of ribbons and different fabrics to layer over the slight tear.

"Y/N-shi, you can help in the decision of which one looks well with the dress."

The cat-eyed female is a bit curious, so she constantly darts her pupils back and fourth with the screen of her phone and the reflection of you and the two pretty older ladies through the mirror. And somehow, Haerin's eyes focuses on you more than her phone.

Your stylist holds up a pretty piece of pale pink lace and Haerin feels her throat dry up in the back at how pretty the pink looks against you.

"Haerin-shi, what do you think?" Haerin's stylist questions, smiling a bit too wide.

You look up at your group mate in anticipation on what she'll say.

"It's pretty."

The oldest member watches the couple shoot between Haerin and you with her arms crossed in dissatisfaction. Anyone could tell that Haerin and you don't get along like the others.

"Haerin-shi, could we have you whispering something in Y/N-shi's ears? Like you're telling her a secret only for the two of you." The director suggests, hoping the shot will turn out beautiful like the how the others did.

You can't help but to feel a sense of electricity at how close the two of you are.

Haerin fights her eye roll back, scooting a bit more closer towards you and she holds up her hand besides your ear. She slowly moves her face to your ear, she's a bit nervous and uncomfortable with how close this is.

"Y/N-shi, could you tilt your head towards Haerin-shi a bit more?"

Listening to the directions given to you, you move a bit too close but a butterfly leads you to move a bit too far to where Haerin accidentally kisses your cheek. Both girls turn pink at the sudden contact, looking shy afterwards.

What just happened?

However, this shot comes out perfect.

Minji smiles in satisfaction, pushing down the bitter taste in the back of her mouth.

"No fair!" Hanni protests, sitting down on the picnic blanket in a tantrum-like manner as she watches with envy at Haerin and you.

Danielle could only pat the back of her group mate while she too holds back the bitter taste in the back of her throat with a pout.

Hyein can only shake her head at the way the others are acting. "They are so down bad."

Both Haerin and you pull apart immediately after the accidental kiss.

"S-sorry." You apologize, playing with the grass in your hands while looking down to avoid looking at her.

She clears her throat, rubbing the back of her nape in embarrassment. "It's whatever."

Another shot came out perfect.

"They're naturals at this." Your manager views the photos, impressed with how they're looking so far.

The director and staff all nod in agreement at how the two of you look so perfectly paired up.

"There's something in your hair." Haerin points out, prompting you to look up as you brush your hand through your hair. "No, it's there. Careful, you might take off your headpiece."

"Here?"

The feline-like female lets out a small silent laugh, bringing her hand up to fix the falling elf-ears. Fixing your hair afterwards.

"Thanks."

She hums in response.

"Oh! Haerin is so going to get it for trying to get to MY woman!" Hanni fists the blanket in her hand in frustration.

Being in the van close to midnight is a nightmare for the girls. All they want to do is eat and go to bed. Yet, here they are. Stuck in traffic on the busiest road in Seoul.

"Unnie, I'm so hungry." Hyein whines to Danielle, laying her head down on the older's shoulders.

Danielle could only pat the youngest's head to console her. "We'll be home soon."

Haerin looks from the rear view's mirror of the van from her seat, noticing you asleep. Minji, being the oldest she is, besides you as she keeps trying to protect your head from falling into the windows.

Wait; did she just put your head on her shoulders?

"OMG NO!" Hanni whisper-shouts, looking at her ex-roommate in frustration. "Minji is making moves on MY Y/N."

There goes the Vietnamese's delusions again. Haerin wants to just roll her eyes at the way Hanni keeps claiming you as hers. Since when were you a property?

"She sleeps so peacefully." Danielle softly speaks, looking over at you with pureness in her eyes. Oh, how she wishes you were the one laying on her shoulder.

Hyein fights back a giggle at the way everyone is acting.

"She's my roommate at the end of the day." Haerin flatly says, inserting her headphones in to not get bothered and bombarded questions about why she just said that.

Haerin doesn't know either.

Why does she feel the need to tell everyone that you're her roommate? Like why did she even bring it up?

Resting her head against the window, the cat-eyed girl couldn't help but to let her mind flashback to the accidental kiss. Her lips softly grazing against the plumpness of your cheeks. Haerin brings her fingers to her lips again and she can't help but to smile a little over the moment from earlier.

Realization seeps in and her smile drops, eyes blank as she returns back to her usual expression and shuts her eyes. Drowning herself in the music coming from her headphones and traveling into her ears. (in the back of her mind; she doesn't know why her stomach is feeling funny).

"I think Haerin thinks Y/N is cute." Hyein smiles at the others, gulping nervously at the three girls' expressions.

The bang-haired girl waves her hand, brushing it off. "Yeah right."

"No. I'm being serious." The youngest defends her case. "She just doesn't know it yet herself."

The oldest of the bunch shrugs carefully, not wanting to wake you up. "It's only been the 2nd day, who knows?"

"Come on~ everyone knows Y/N is quite cute." Danielle says, understanding Haerin. "And Haerin does like pretty girls."

Hanni rolls her eyes, covering her ears with her hands. "Stop. Stop. Stop. She's my pretty girl, though."

Hyein sarcastically shakes her head while sighing. "Y/N unnie is actually mines, so..."

The other three could only look at her, assuming that it may be a part of puberty.

Pacing back in and out of the shared bathroom in the room, Haerin wonders if she should wake you up to freshen up. Each time she walks out the bathroom, she's met with you peacefully sleeping and she doesn't dare wake you up with how content you look in your bed.

BUT, there's practice tomorrow! If anything, Haerin would not want you messing up tomorrow. AT ALL.

With full decision in her mind, she strides towards your sleeping figure.

"Hey. Wake up." She taps on your shoulder repeatedly. "We have practice tomorrow."

Opening your eyes tiredly, you're met with your member peering over you. And somehow in the dim light of the bedroom, she looks somehow angelic and not annoying like the past day. If only she looked like this all the time, perhaps you would be able to tolerate the introverted member.

Haerin's eyes widen at the sudden eye contact you and her both made, backing away.

"It's 2 in the morning, I figure you'd want to wash up before going back to bed." She rubs the back of her nape, looking at the ground. "We have practice tomorrow."

Letting out a small incoherent noise, ultimately, you listen to your roommate and sit up from the bed. "Thanks."

"You need to get better at knowing the schedules." The other states, walking back to her side of the room. "I may be your member but it's up to you whether you want this spot on the team or not."

Too out of energy to defend yourself, you let out a nod before vanishing into the bathroom. Leaving Haerin wondering why you didn't argue back with her.

Could everything be okay with you? Perhaps, was Haerin a bit mean to you? Not that she cared or anything.

She was only just warning her; she has no idea why you would be upset by her words. The cat-eyed girl shakes her head to forget all about it and keep her mind CLEAR from you. She DOES NOT want you to be the last thought in her head before going to bed.

That sounds like a definite nightmare.

Charging her phone, she places it on the bedside table before drowning herself into her covers. Shutting her eyes to get some rest for tomorrow's day, your face suddenly pops up.

The raven-haired female immediately opens her eyes in a frantic state. What the hell? She sits up, trying to process what just happened. Alarmed and frightened, she gets out of bed to walk out to the kitchen for some air.

Grabbing some water from the fridge, Haerin could only chug it down in hopes of being able to sleep and it was all just a fragment of imagination because she was EXTREMELY drained and over-worked.

"Rin?" Jihye comes walking down the halls to a rare sight of Haerin. "Everything alright?"

Haerin shuts the fridge, smiling at her best friend to not worry her. "Of course."

"How's Y/N? Is she sleeping well?" The Australian asks, walking over to grab a cup of milk. "I hope she's not too exhausted, she just got here and she's getting into all these schedules all of a sudden."

The other could only roll her eyes, agitated at how other other girls are worrying about you. After all, you're her roommate not THEIRS. So why does it matter that you end up being on her best friend's mind at the end of the night.

"After the concept photos, I think I saw her in a new light." Jihye shyly confesses, looking down at the cup of milk with a soft smile. "She's just so fresh, I don't know how to describe it."

"Do you have a crush on her or something?"

The curly-haired couldn't help but to giggle lightly. "Of course not."

That was the biggest lie Jihye could've ever said.

"Good."

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sonamytrash · 2 months

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Nothing exciting

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Tags: Levi x Reader, pregnancy, secret pregnancy, Fluff, Krista is a cutie.

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The mess hall was a cacophony of clanging silverware and low conversations, the air thick with the scent of fried onions and meat. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Ymir, Reiner, and Krista sat at their usual table, their eyes trained on you and Levi, who were sitting a few tables away. They had been watching you both ever since they had seen the scene at the stables, and now they couldn't help but wonder how long it had been going on for. The group had spent the better part of the last few days speculating about the nature of your relationship, with each member offering their own unique theories.

There was you, with your playful demeanor and unabashed affection. It was like a breath of fresh air in the otherwise stuffy environment. And Levi? Well, he was the strong, silent type; the rock upon which the survey corps relied.

The interactions between the two of you were fascinating to watch. Even the most casual of glances or gestures seemed to carry a weight of meaning that the others didn't quite understand. The way you both would sneak a touch or a quick brush of fingers against each other's arms as you passed one another, was enough to send the more observant scouts into a frenzy of speculation.

Sasha leaned in, her voice low but curious. "I wonder if they've been hiding this from us all this time," she mused. "They've always seemed so close, but I never would have guessed..." She trailed off, lost in thought.

As they continued to watch, Krista couldn't help but smile whenever she saw you both stealing a moment of privacy, or when Levi would blush and avert his gaze at one of your more forward advances. The air seemed charged with an electricity that was palpable even from across the room. Her curiosity getting the better of her, "Do you think they've been dating long?"

Reiner shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hard to say, really. They've always been pretty close. You remember, back when we first joined up? They were inseparable even then." He turned back to his meal. "It would be reasonable to assume they have been hiding it all this time."

Armin, who had been listening quietly to the conversation, piped up. "I heard they grew up together in the underground," he said, his tone thoughtful. "They must have some pretty deep history between them, and their reasons for keeping things quiet, it isn't unusual given the nature of this line of work for them to be cautious."

Mikasa couldn't help but wonder how you must feel during the times when the scouts were beyond the walls. It was one thing to be apart for a few days or weeks, but when the missions lasted for months at a time. The thought made her heart ache for you just a little.

Ymir decided to chime in with a suggestive joke. "There must be something about the miserable bastard that makes her like him. Maybe he's packing." she says suggestively, earning a few chuckles from the others. "You guys are at the stables this afternoon, right? You'll have to tell us if anything exciting happens." She adds, looking over at Krista and Armin.

The mess hall emptied out, and the scouts went about their business. Some to train, others to muck out the stables or tend to the horses.

You were in your element when you were around the horses. You had a way with them that was both gentle and firm, earning their trust and respect without fail. The soldiers looked up to you, admiring your knowledge and your dedication. You were strong, capable, and unapologetically yourself.

Which is why it seemed so unusual when Hange stopped by and told you to be careful around the horses, "Don't push yourself too hard and to make sure to gave the soldiers more work to do." Their words were softly spoken, meant only for you, but they carried weight nonetheless. Krista and Armin overhead the conversation and quickly averted their gaze, looking at one another with the same questionable look. Hearing you insist that you were fine and not to worry. It wasn't long before the captain himself made an appearance, walking straight over to you, his expression softening but still relaying something that only you seemed to understand as you sighed at him, leaving the stables.

After mucking out the stalls and exercising the horses, Krista was keen to hop into the showers. As she turned the corner, she let out a sigh of frustration as she approached the bathroom door, an out of order sign taped to it. Her heart sank. "Great," she muttered under her breath. The alternative facilities weren't as nice or warm as the main showers they would have to do. With a sigh, she decided to brave the less-frequented bathroom at the other wing end of the building.

As she approached the familiar bathroom door, she could hear muffled sounds coming from within. Curious, she placed her ear against the wood, and she heard someone retching violently, followed by the sound of someone vomiting into the toilet. She quickly knocked on the door. There was no reply, so she knocked again, a little harder this time. "Excuse me, are you okay in there?" She asked, concerned.

The sound of the door swinging open made her jump. Your face was pale and clammy, "Oh, hi Krista," your voice soft. "I didn't expect anyone else to be here. The water in here is always cold, you know that, right?" You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

Krista swallowed hard, her heart still racing. "Are you okay?" she asked concerned, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldnt help but notice that you were wearing your casual clothes, and the faint outline of a bump was visible beneath your shirt. Her eyes widened, the conversation between you and Hange at the stables, the captains attitude towards you still doing strenuous activities all made sense very quickly.

You smiled at her realisation, "Well, I'm not feeling my best right now, but I'll be fine." You paused, leaning against the door frame. "And I guess this means the cat is out of the bag." You chuckle to yourself.

"Look, Krista, there's something I need you to promise me." Your voice taking on a gentle but serious tone. "You can't tell anyone about this, you understand?" You gestured to your midsection, your fingers grazing the fabric of your shirt. "My uniform just about hides it for now, I know it won't be long before it's too obvious. But it would just be easier to keep things quiet for as long as possible. You know how it is around here, people talk." You explain.

Krista nodded. "I-I won't say anything, I promise." She bit her lip, feeling both honoured that you trusted her with the information, still completely shocked.

"Thank you, Krista." You reply relieved, "I don't know what I'm going to do. The survey corps isn't exactly known for its family-friendly policies." Your brow furrowed, and you ran a hand through your hair, tugging at the roots as you let out an exasperated sigh.

Krista nodded understandingly, not used to seeing you like this. Her usual passion began to shine through in an effort to be supportive and positive about the situation. A baby was surely a wonderful thing. "I'm sure there's got to be a way to make it work. You're a valuable member of the team. We need you here! and I'm sure Captain Levi will do whatever it takes to make it all work out to-" She bit her lip, hesitant before continuing, realising she had just assumed Levi was the father, confirming your previous comment about how people gossip around the headquarters. "It is Levi's, right?" She asked, blushing furiously, her voice barely above a whisper. Your face lit up, and you smiled at the mention of Levi's name as you let out a small giggle.

"Is it that obvious, huh?" You ask, slightly embarrassed that your relationship with the captain seems to have become common knowledge, you had both done such a good job of hiding it for so long. "That's one of the reasons I need you to keep it between us. You know how he is." You say, rolling your eyes playfully "He can be a real pain about our private life. Hange knowing makes him nervous enough." You chuckle.

Krista smiles sweetly and nods, "How did Captain Levi take it?" she finally asks, her voice curious, the question was burning in the back of her mind and she knew if she didn't ask now, she would never find out. The smaller details and intricacies of your relationship were fascinating to her. Having watched from afar all these months.

You hesitated for a moment, then smiled, it wasn't like you had been able to share this news with many people. "He was... surprised, at first," you chuckled. "But once he got over the shock, he was actually really happy. He's been so supportive, you know? I know he doesn't come accross as the fatherly type, but I know... I know he'll be a great dad." You said affectionately, resting a hand on your small bump. Krista smiled brightly, reaching out to take your other hand and squeezing it lightly.

"Congratulations, that's amazing, really! And a little scary, too, I imagine." She said thoughtfully. "But when you're ready, everyone will support you. Of that I'm certain." She said in an effort to reassure you. You smiled at her "Thank you, Kris. I appreciate it."

The next morning, as the group walked past the stables, Krista saw you sat down, leaving the more strenuous tasks to the cadets, Levi by your side drinking tea quietly, keeping an eye on you no doubt. You smiled sweetly as your eyes met hers, and you gave her a knowing wink. She smiled back at you, Ymir raised an eyebrow. "What was that about?" Krista shook her head, "Nothing exciting."

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coryothesub · 3 months

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A Useful Present

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader

“Oh thank you, angel!” you took the gift box from Coryo's hands and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.

It was a neatly packaged box, adorned with a red satin ribbon and a single white rose tied into the bow. One of his signature little gestures.

You loved the sheer excitement of him watching you as you were undoing the ribbon. This time you noticed a hint of that bratty cocky smirk on his face. What could that possibly mean?

You figured that out as soon as you opened the gift and found another box with instructions written in bright pink on its side.

“Multifunctional vibrating dildo,” you read out loud. “Suitable for your every need.”

“You've been having dirty thoughts, Coriolanus?” you tilted Coryo's chin up and looked at him with a quizzical grin on your face.

“Were you fantasizing about me using this?” you taunted him.

Coryo looked at you, so wideyed and endearing looking like a little boy who'd been caught doing some mischief.

“Did you think I would let you watch, while I fuck my pussy on your present?”

You could see that the boy was getting aroused at the thought and you pulled at his blonde curls slightly yanking his head back.

“Have you lost your ability to speak, darling?”

“Y-yes…” Coryo blurted out, not sure whether he would get rewarded or punished. You hadn't decided about that either.

“Such a naughty boy,” you whispered just a few millimeters from his deliciously parted lips, before sliding the tip of the dildo in between them.

“Suck it!” you commanded, and watched him obey with content. The boy was sucking and swallowing around the thick object as you pushed it deeper down his throat.

“Open it up, love!” you hummed, amused by his struggles as the toy touched the back of his throat, making him gag.

You pulled the whole thing out, glossy and wet with Coryo's saliva.

The boy coughed a couple of times and looked at you while catching his breath, his eyes cloudy and lips slightly swollen. Simply adorable.

“You look so pretty!” you mused before getting back to the users manual.

“It says it can be used by everyone for all kinds of stimulation. So why don't we let you have the first ride, huh?”

Coryo's eyes widened as he started to realize where your mind was going.

“B-but I have never inserted anything in there. What if it hurts?” he stuttered adorably.

“Mommy will be gentle with you,” you reassured him and shut his pretty little mouth with a gentle kiss before he could think of any more protests.

A few moments later you both were completely naked and Coryo was standing on his all fours in your bed.

You grabbed the small lube bottle that came with your new toy and poured the transparent liquid on his hole, making him shiver at the cool sensation.

The tip of your thumb teased his opening as you noticed him trying to bring his hand down to his hardening cock.

“Did I allow you to touch yourself?” he heard your stern voice above him and put his hand back on the sheets.

You replaced your thumb with your pointer and middle fingers and pushed them against the tiny opening, causing Coryo to let out a cute whimper.

Smirking with content, you continued to push deeper, opening him up inch by inch. He felt so warm and tight around your digits.

You continued your movements at an easy pace and made contact with the sensitive spot inside him, making his erect member twitch.

“Feels good, mommy,” the boy moaned, amazed by the new sensations.

You pulled your fingers out of him and replaced them with the thick dildo, carefully inserting it in his tight little hole deeper and deeper with each movement.

“I need to touch myself,” Coryo whined, feeling his cock getting so damn achy and sensitive.

“Shhhh, baby, mommy will make you come, just be patient,” you leaned down beside him and hummed into his ear, gradually speeding up your movements.

You didn't even have to switch on the vibration, it was enough with the tip of the toy making contact with his prostate for him to become a whiny little mess under your complete control. The way you made him feel without even touching him directly made you incredibly wet.

“Please…” Coryo mouthed in the air, not capable of wording what he needed. You were fucking him faster and harder with each thrust and his neglected member became so sensitive that he felt tears forming along his waterline.

“I can't do this any longer,” the boy whispered helplessly, legs shaking and large tears running down his cheeks. The forceful stimulation made his limbs feel weak and he felt like he was about to sink down into the sheets completely powerless at any given moment.

“Then cum for me, baby!” you instructed and pushed the whole silicone length inside him watching thick ropes of cum spurting from his dick and messing up the sheets beneath him.

You pulled out the toy watching as Coryo's limbs gave up and he laid down onto the mess he had just made in complete exhaustion.

You crawled around his trembling frame and brushed away a stray curl that was sticking to his glistening forehead.

“You did good, babyboy,” you cooed, planting small kisses on his flushed cheeks. “Now I'm gonna need you to lie on your back and put those pretty slender legs as high as you can.”

A glimpse of despair flashed in Coryo's teary eyes.

“You want me to….? I can't, this is too much already.”

“I know you can do one more,” you replied, caressing his cheek. “Otherwise I wouldn't ask you, angel.”

Coryo complied reluctantly and soon he was laying on his back and holding at his ankles, completely spread out for you, his pink flaccid cock laying on his flat stomach, a delightful view for your eyes.

You licked your lips at the pretty sight and grabbed the dildo, making Coryo's body tremble at the thought alone.

“Don't worry, baby! Mommy will help you this time.”

You leaned forward and wrapped your hand around his sensitive cock, giving it a few gentle strokes. Coryo let out a tiny whimper, his chest heaving.

Continuing to pump him at a lazy pace you brought your face to his fucked out hole and began circling motions around it with your tongue.

“Oooh,” Coryo moaned as he was getting acquainted with the new sensation of your tongue teasing his opening. You smirked against his hole and spit on the sensitive skin before pushing the tip of your tongue deeper inside his warm tightness and starting to move your head back and forth.

You heard Coryo moan above you and felt his dick growing hard in your hand. Your tongue kept dancing around his hole causing a series of lovely sounds to escape his lips.

“Fuck, mommy this is perfect,” you heard praises above your head.

You licked a wet stripe upwards to his balls and gently sucked on the tender skin continuing to stroke his rock hard cock. Your hand brought the side of the dildo next to your mouth and you pushed the button starting the lowest vibration mode.

Coryo gasped sharply, surprised by the sudden vibration against his sensitive flesh.

You proceeded with your ministrations, watching his beautiful face as he was panting and moaning under your touch. Your hands combined with your lips and the buzzing object against his most sensitive areas was just too much for him to bear.

He turned his head to the side and sank his teeth into the pillow trying to hold back tears. But they ran down his reddened cheeks anyway, leaving wet stains on the pillow as his lips kept begging without words.

You felt your juices overflowing and dripping down your thighs as your sweet boy was laying before you broken by his own pleasure.

Your tongue moved up along the base of his handsome cock, catching the pink tip between your lips while you slowly inserted the toy back into his hole.

You felt his body convulsing at the sensation as the vibrating object was making its way inside him dangerously close to his sensitive spot. The buzzing silicone tip finally touched his prostate causing his cock to twitch against your tongue.

“Aaaaah! Mommy, I…” you smirked against his overstimulated member seeing that the boy wasn't even able to get out a single coherent word. He was just a teary, moaning mess, trembling and whining under your touch.

“You gonna cum for me, babyboy?” you encouraged him, pushing the dildo against his sweet spot and letting his cock out of your mouth for the final burst of pleasure. “C'mon, just let yourself go!”

Coryo let out a desperate groan and his cock twitched, shooting a massive load all over his own stomach and chest. He looked so delightful covered in white, pearly drops, his brain short circuiting from pleasure.

You pulled the toy out of him leaving the vibration on and crawled up his side, settling yourself above his face. You brought it between your legs and it only took a few seconds of you teasing your throbbing clit for you to cum hard all over Coryo's pretty face.

Your juices mixed with his tears as he rushed to lap up every last drop of your sweet release.

You laid down next to him and wrapped your arms around his exhausted body letting your fingers play with his blonde messy curls. You felt that he was still trembling from the earth shattering orgasms he had just experienced.

“Did you like it, babyboy?” you hummed against his warm lips.

“It was phenomenal,” he replied in a soft, exhausted voice. “You always know how to make me feel best.”

“This time was your lovely present,” you smiled at him thinking what to do with your newfound knowledge about Coryo’s fondness towards back-door pleasures. Perhaps, you should buy a strap-on for the next time.

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anastasiabowe · 5 months

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Hiii! Hope you had a very warm and quiet Christmas! Coming back, I think I have to thank you on behalf of every member in knb's Fandom for keeping it alive, so thank you🙏. My request is if you could possibly do something, whatever you feel like doing, about a bratty/ sub Kise with a fem reader that just knows how to treat him? From pegging to bandage, whatever is more comfortable! Thank youuu and happy new year ❤️

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 — Kise tested every last bit of patience you had today, but don’t worry, bad behavior doesn’t go unnoticed.

note: I literally have NEVER wrote anything like this so if it’s bad, oh well! But, thank you so much anon! You helped me push myself into writing something new, and I’m proud of it! Love youu!

Content warnings: swearing, bondage, pegging, mommy kink, dom reader, anal, hand job, pussy eating, face sitting, praise kink, anything else ofc!

“Kise.” Your warning tone sent a shiver down his spine. He was arched over, hands tied behind his back and you were sitting behind him cupping his dick and smacked his ass as he tried to rut into your hand.

“S-sorry!” He cried out at the pain, and you rubbed the growing red mark.

“Just quit moving.” He wanted to move so bad, wanted to push himself in your cock, trench his hole to its limit, but you were taking your sweet time.

You went from cupping his dick to squeezing its base, and Kise nearly lost his balance at the glorious pressure.

You pinch his thigh, obviously he could t control that convulse, but he still shouldn’t be moving so much.

You grab your strap and tighten the rope so it fit snug and secure around your curves. Muses heard the fabric rub against each other as you tightened the straps. He wanted to fuck himself in you, but again, he can’t.

After many minutes of Oreo before hand, you deemed him ready for the world shattering fuck he was about to receive.

You grab the base of your cock, and bring it up to his hole. You slowly pushed it in, making him ass squeeze and try to push the toy out, no matter how many times you try this. You grab kise’s hand to comfort him, and you continued to push in. Eventually you pushed all the way in, and Kise whimpered in slight discomfort m, luckily not pain.

“How are you feeling?” You rubbed his lower back, and he flipped his head towards you.

“Good! So good!” He wiggled his butt. You smiled, and grabbed both of his cheeks and press them, so you could get a better view.

You pulled out slightly and slowly pushed in until you found a good rhythm.

“Hah-hah-hah-hah.” Kise panted as you kept prodding his prostrate with the toy.

“Mmm, yeah? Feels good?” You grabbed his hips, and fucked him onto your cock.

“Y-yes, mommy!” He was pushing himself onto your cock, and you felt your high coming, despite any foreplay for you. Seeing Kise at your fingertips did something to you.

“W-who makes you feel like this?” You asked him, he moaned and his voice quivered.

“Y-y-you, mom-mommy!”

“Whose asshole is this?”

“Y-yours!”

You praised him for his response, all good boys deserve to hear good things!

You leaned over a bit on Kise, and grabbed his dick.

You quickly pumped his dick, causing him to let out chocked noises from the sudden double pleasure.

“Cum for me.” You commanded.

Kise nodded his head continuously as he came over your hand and bed sheets.

“C-cumming!” He announced as he kept coming and coming.

Hearing his whimpers and cries form overstimulation sent you to your end as well.

“G-good boy! M-mommy’s coming!” You slowed your thrusts, and slowly pulled out the toy from his ass. You quickly flip him over, and sit I. His face, hand still on his dick.

He instantly started slurping up your cunt, sending you officially over the end.

“Good boy, good boy, good boy!” You repeatedly praised him as you came all over his face.

He didn’t stop until you pulled yourself off of him. You soon untied him, and got him cleaned up, you quickly put a towel over the area he came on, and laid with him as he came down from the intense pleasure he just endured.

“Did so good for me.” You softly praised once more. Kise hugged your waist even tighter and giggled a little,

“I-I know.”

#kise ryota x reader #kise ryouta #Kise knb #dom reader #sub Kise #knb #knb x reader #knb smut #knb x you

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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Wait im sorry if like youve talked about this before but what is everyones roles in the fantasy au 👁️👁️ or jobs?

i've just Thought Aloud in bits and pieces but hey. i feel like talking today so i'll put it all in one place with Updated Thinkings

(i like to imagine that they all kinda Quit their initial jobs/lives to go adventuring with each other, either by choice or... not. except Howdy, who's a multitasking king). the Neighborhood party earns their wages by completing jobs/quests, though some of them have minor supplemental ways of adding to the coin collection

Wally, of course, didn't really have much of a Before. he didn't intend on becoming a warlock/wizard - that choice was kinda made for him by the circumstances of his existence. but Wally had to pretend to be a wizard for his own safety, and wizards have a sort of societal expectation to be Helpful and Magical and Wise and Existing For Public Service. so while Wally would have rather just been a painter, he's obligated to be a wizard - that's technically his role/job. within the Neighborhood party, he's a bit of a distance fighter/support! he doesn't really do the whole up-close / physical aspect of battle, though he technically knows how. He casts spells from afar, which tend to be widely benign. artsy little cantrips and inconveniences to make it harder for the enemy to fight. he's also a bit of a bloodhound - illusions don't trick him, he can "see" most magic, and he's really good at getting around unnoticed. if they're stuck somewhere, Wally can probably get them out

Barnaby's "job" before going adventuring with Wally - it started out as just the two of them! - was just working on the farm with Ms. Beagle, where he had been his entire life. Sure he'd sometimes do public performances/acts in town, which would earn him extra coin, but that was more of a paying hobby than anything (a paying hobby he will Continue) in the Neighborhood, he's... uh. their cheerleader? that's not entirely inaccurate! he's not big on combat or effort i'd reckon, so he prefers to just keep morale high. offer background music, funny commentary, jokes to lighten the mood, mediate tensions, etc. if necessary, he makes good backup - he has his illusions of course, and he Does pack a mighty punch if need be! he's also very helpful when retreating - he can grab the smaller party members and run

Wormie is the group mascot <3

Sally was a bit lost before joining the party - i like to think that she was constantly on the move as part of a traveling theater troupe, but she wasn't the star or director. she was just part of the group, uninspired and with a full well of untapped potential. one day she up and left (dramatically) to find her own inspiration/muse & path to stardom, which ended up being several years of wandering until she happened across the budding Neighborhood and went "this! this will be the source of my stories!" as for her role, she's a bit of an everyman. front lines fighter, entertainer, mediator, etc. she views herself as the party "leader", or rather, their Manager. she keeps the party entertained with stories, and bolsters their reputation in the same manner. in a battle she's a bit of a powerhouse - her light magic is useful both in combat and entertainment! she keeps a "book" of the Neighborhood's exploits (she swears it will be edited/published someday) holy shit she's moominpappa, and in their Extended downtime she writes and throws plays inspired by their adventures at their home base (town).

Eddie was still, originally, a mailman. or i suppose in a fantasy setting - a courier! until one day he saw a group of people being attacked by some bandits, managed to fight them off, and immediately got roped into helping rescue the folks' entire town from the bigger group of bandits. then they told others about Eddie's help, they wanted his help too, one thing after another and now he's got a full set of armor, a sword, a shield, and his whole thing is saving people. huh? how did that happen? he was delivering letters a month ago! if i had to give him a title... i'd say he's a Protector! he seems like the type! he always has his fellow adventurer's backs - i bet he has his hands full trying to cover everyone at once. outside of combat, he's still very helpful and does whatever is asked of him / needed. collecting firewood! pitching tents! stirring soup! getting Frank to remove a centipede from camp! in downtime he probably takes small bodyguarding gigs. he also is a minor healer - he took some sorta oath for some sorta god (or virtue) that he can't remember, but he has minor healing/cleansing powers. he's also good at sniffing out evil & dark magic! some would joke that he's the party's guard dog

Frank was raised in a monastery that believes in "using your body to fight for the greater good". this was not his job when they became old enough to actually Act on his training! nah they ran away in his mid teens because they wanted to fight things on his own terms. also they want to study bugs more than anything, which he does! for a long time! then they meet a certain princess, befriends her, and helps her run away. he only joins the Neighborhood because Julie wants to, and it's a good way to travel - read: study more arthropods - and earn coin. fighting is a bonus aspect Frank's role is... front line fighter, bookkeeper, and the Guy Who Knows Things! what monster are they dealing with? what are its strengths/weaknesses? Frank probably knows! can they afford a room or two at an Inn? Frank knows (no, they cannot)! who's throwing themself into direct mortal danger with gusto? it's Frank! no but really, Frank is like their resident nerd who can beat pretty much all of them in hand-to-hand. in downtime he probably has a garden purposefully full of plants that can be left alone for long periods of time... maybe they sell half the things grown for extra coin!

Julie, of course, was a princess! that was her whole job! it was incredibly boring and restricting, so she ran away with the help of a funny nerd. after that her whole life was just "avoid getting recognized while figuring out how to live in a world without the comforts/ease of castle life". i'd think she much prefers her new one! as a role, Julie joins Barn and Sally in the "entertainment category". while they entertain with humor/stories respectively, Julie goes straight for games and activities to fill the lull between action. keep the blood pumping, spirits high, and bonds Solid! camp games, road games, locked-in-a-dungeon games! in combat, she's on the front lines with her oversized sword. i think another fitting role would be "navigator" - she can ask plants for directions! technically Julie is a secret powerhouse. her flora magic is insanely powerful, though she prefers not to use it for several reasons

Poppy, i like to think, did indeed have a bakery. it was well-loved in her community, her staff were wonderful people, and it all burned down in a night due to raiders. luckily for Poppy and her town, Eddie was nearby and got on the case to get rid of their problem - maybe Poppy felt obligated to help in some shape or form, and Eddie wound up inspiring her to learn healing magic. She moved into the town that would become the not-yet-existing Neighborhood's HQ to try and restart her business, but it just wasn't the same, and she had gotten a taste of what it would be like to directly save/heal people Poppy is the party's cook, healer, and ultimate voice of caution! the most she'll do in battle is sprint into danger to drag an injured person to safety for healing - she doesn't have a combative bone in her body i'd guess! does she enjoy being in the Neighborhood? eh... it's stressful and terrifying, but she couldn't live with herself if she let them all brave the wild without an adequate healer OR an adequate cook. i like to think that she saw the state they were traveling in and went "oh no"

Howdy, of course, has his tavern! it's a popular hub for travelers, townsfolk, pretty much anyone and everyone. of course it helps that it's the only tavern in town! the only reason Barnaby managed to convince Howdy to join the Neighborhood on one of their jobs is because Howdy realized that he can widen his net & sell to new people On The Go. finally, a use for that magic backpack collecting dust in his room! Howdy got a taste for adventuring and joins the Neighborhood every once in a while, usually only for shorter jobs - he doesn't want to be away from his tavern for too long his roles are support, professional haggler, sarcastic commentary. he doesn't have a crumb of magic in him, but he's clever! he's learned how to make his own support items - including his fancy revolvers with magical crayonsbullets. Howdy rarely fights, choosing to watch over his pack, dole out items when needed, and listen to Barnaby's running commentary. when it is necessary that he join in on combat, he can usually clear the playing field in a matter of moments. he's skilled with both the revolvers and using his own items - he's a one man four armed army!

Home's job is "keep Wally upright and powered". they prefer to be an observer in all situations, even after their existence becomes common knowledge to the Neighborhood. the most Home will do is nudge Wally in the right direction or alert him to something important. Home's literally just hanging out behind Wally's eyes w/ a bucket of popcorn. unless something happens to his beloved little puppet, in which case Home becomes the biggest baddest bitch around and sends everyone else to the bench

tl;dr: Wally: support fighter, magic geiger counter, escape artist Barnaby: entertainer, backup Wormie: mascot Sally: storyteller, fighter, Manager Eddie: protector, minor healer, "paladin" Frank: bookkeeper, fighter, scholar Julie: activities director, navigator, fighter Poppy: cook, healer, overthinker Howdy: tavernkeeper, inventor, support Home: just keeping an eye out

#THERE'S A TL;DR AT THE END BTW #YOU DONT HAFTA READ ALL THAT #honestly thinking about them fighting is so funny #bc like... out of the 9 of them technically only 5 actually fight #Unless frank needs to sit one out to research #then its 4!#so you've got four guys fighting for their fucking lives while everyone else is just vibing off to the side #honestly half of the appeal of fantasy aus is the Fun Combat Aspect #not only the actual fights but also! sparring! practicing with each other!#its about frank teaching wally how to throw a punch & wally immediately decking him right in the face! Accidentally!#its also about the Camping. and the Healing. and the Trusting Each Other With Your Lives.#found family it up babeyyyyyyy #rambles from the bog #wh fantasy au #just realized that ~In Canon~ if anything the neighbors are Forced Family #they dont have a choice! they're in it together whether they like it or not!#and i say 'if anything' bc ehhhh i dont really think they count... are they more like coworkers? but yk #this is an au post i cant be speculating on The Delightful Source here

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 3 months

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The guest PT 9

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Jack Dawkins x fem reader

"I'm afraid I, too, have an uncomfortable revelation. About the stolen pay. Now seems an appropriate time to deliver it. My suspicions were first aroused when told there'd been an outbreak of typhoid and I can now confirm..." Gaines is interrupted by a redcoat dragging Fagin into the room.

"Get your hands off me!" The older man squirmed.

"Captain Gaines. Found this vagrant screamin' he's got urgent news. Flog him now or flog him in jail?" The soldier asked.

"Is no one interested in this urgent news?" Lady Jane mused.

"This man is my servant. And as such, I take full responsibility for him and whatever it is he's been up to." Jack says standing up from the table.

" Yes, well, I have vital information about the soldiers' pay. Please. Your Majesties, allow me to unfold a sordid tale of unmatched woe." Fagin began. You sat and listened to his story as a carriage pulled up at the front door. Gaines marched himself out there, finding his wife Peggy and Darius sitting together. The Soldiers pay in a leather bag at their feet.

The members of the party dispersed into separate rooms, you being left in the dining room alongside Sneed.

"Was that true? You helped him make a fool ofme? I knew you did not want to marry me but to go as far as to defame me, to scupper my chances of head surgeon..."

"No Rainsford I didn't mean...I was just-" your cut off by the pain in your chest. It takes over your whole body, making you drop against him, limp and dizzy. You gasp for breath.

"What is it?" He asks you but his words are lost in the fog of your mind.

"I can't...I... Rainsford." Your whole weight drops and you hardly feel as he lifts you into his arms. The rush of the family as they watch him carry you up to your room and lay you on the bed. You don't see the concerned glances between Fanny and Belle as he listens to your chest and checks your pulse. You know nothing until you awake hours later in a darkened room with only a single candle burning on the table, Belle sat close by.

*_*_*_*

"well if you insist on her living in town, I am going to live with her. It is completely uncivilised to expect an unwed young woman to live entirely alone." Belle was arguing with her mother.

"Absolutely not." Lady Jane slammed her hand on the table.

"then y/n should just stay here." Fanny argued.

"of course she is stating here, clearly the girl is unwell and I will not put her out in such a condition." Edmund finalised the conversation.

"I shall work on marrying her off then, I'm sure someone will take her " lady Jane scoffs and turns away. Fanny looks to her sister,

"You've been moping ever since Dr. Dawkins ruined our dinner. Come on. Up!" She demanded. Belle groaned at her and threw her legs off the side of the couch allowing Fanny to sit beside her, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, I'm completely cured of my despair. I have a gift to lift your spirits. A guillotine? Better."

I have a gift for you. A painting made with these very hands. It's the story of us. Our journey here, a house, a kangaroo." Fanny pointed to each thing on the paper.

"What are these?" Belle asked pointing.

"Tree trunks. I keep seeing these in my dreams" fanny said absently.

"Doctor Sneed is here for you." Lady Jane announced through the door. Fanny perked up, "No, not for you for Belle, he wishes to take you shooting." Belle rolled her eyes and left the parlour.

With encouragement from Fanny you leave the comfort of your bed and sit in the parlour. Though she has to leave you some time later you are content for a moment until lady Jane enters.

"I'm sorry, Lady Jane. I can go elsewhere if you need the room." You say.

"No, no. It appears I have been out voted and you are to stay here with us." She grumbled.

"Oh, well, I will endeavour to no longer be a bad influence on your daughters." You said as respectably as you could.

"Yes, good." The older woman turned and left once more, followed only moments later by Belle as she flung herself onto the couch.

"He asked me to marry him." She huffed. You knew it was coming and you'd turned him down, so why did it annoy you?

"You could do worse?" You laugh falsely, knowing well enough Belle would never agree to marry Sneed. Her eyes looked at you, studied your features.

"No, but I could do so much better. Have you ever married?" Her question was breathy, like it had taken much courage to ask it. You shake your head, absentmindedly.

"No, no one ever stood up to the fictional characters that I feel for." You laugh.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Oh just some light reading." You closing the medical book. Belle thinks for a moment.

"Jack is a fine man." She states.

"Yes he is," you agree. His face instantly popping into your mind's eye. The way he had smiled at you, still fresh in your thoughts

"You say that I should consider him, but what if I want to consider someone else?" Her eyes flick between your eyes and your hands.

"No, you should set yourself on Jack, he compliments you and you him." You say.

"but the way he acted at the dinner..."

"Belle, you were awful to him. You invited him here for your own adjenda and then humiliated him." You chastise her.

"No, I...well I..." Belle sighs, resting her head on her fists. "he was rude to me."

"because you hurt him." You explain. "But don't worry, he'll come round." You assure her. Belle looks to you, a strange feeling bubbling in her stomach that she hadn't felt before.

*_*_*_*

Jack stood at the preparation table when Sneed came marching in.

"I demand to know why you were seeing my patient. I had already made it abundantly clear his condition is inoperable." He scowled.

" He wanted a second opinion." Jack replied almost uncaring .

"From you? Please." Sneed jeered. Jack put down the apparatus he had in his hands, "Wouldn't you want a second opinion if some spoilt, pompous, upper-class prat with only basic medical knowledge told you your career was over?"

"Never cross me again on matters medical, Dawkins. I don't know how things were done on your side of the city, but that's not how we do things here. You will not operate on that man. Nor will you have anything to do with the ladies of Government house." Sneed hissed,

"Ah you true intentions scream out. She'll never be yours." Jack knows he doesn't need to say a name for Sneed to understand.

"And if I find that foul stench has anything to do with you or your illiterate friends, I will see you are all soundly punished."

"That's so strange because, you see, we all thought that that smell was coming from you."

Jack could not concentrate after that, his mind caught back on you, when an idea pops into his mind.

*_*_*_*

"Hello." Jack said as he barrelled through Belle's balcony window.

"Have you completely lost all sense?" She scowled at him.

"Quite possibly."

" If you have come to apologise for your behaviour from now weeks ago, then you must do it formally and at a proper time. I will consider whether or not to accept it. Please go." Belle says arrogantly.

"I'm not here for you." He said walking to the bedroom door and slipping down the corridor, Belle marched behind him.

"Come to steal from my home have you?" She jeered. Jack stopped with his hand on a doorknob.

"on contrary." He pushed open the door entering your room. You sit on the bed. "Do you know about Strabismus surgery?" He asks you.

"What does a criminal need to know about that?" Belle scoffs.

"Do you?" He ignores her, keeping his eyes on you.

"It's the realignment of the eye." You say.

"See? I knew you'd know." He smiled at you

"Would you happen to have some medical textbook that might..." you say to Belle.

" Yes. This way." The two do you follow Belle downstairs, as Jack leans back on the desk you sit down in the desk chair. Belle climbed up to look through the shelves.

"Are you...how are you?" Jack asks you.

"I'm fine Jack." You reply to him, trying to keep your tone flat.

"It was first performed in the 1830s by John Homer Dix. The surgeon needs only three instruments, a fine hook to elevate the conjunctiva, a bent probe to isolate the tendon, and scissors for opening up the conjunctiva."Belle read allowed from an old book as she climbed down.

"Pictures. I need pictures." Jack says standing to his full height.

" Yes. Here." Belle holds the book towards him.

"It is so dangerous." You say from your seat.

" Yeah, but you love that, don't you?" He grins back at you.

"Can you do it?" Belle asked.

" Yes. Maybe." He scanned the pictures.

The three of you start walking back toward the stairs.

"It's important for both of us that we clear the air about what transpired." Belle addressed Jack, "I admit that I said things in that moment that I now regret. And I'm equally sure that you said things that now, in the cold light of day, you wish were-" you feel Jack slip away from your side.

"What are you two doing? Y/n are you feeling any better?" Fanny asked walking up to you both.

"I'm well, Fanny. Thank you." You say quietly.

"You've had eight turns in the last few weeks. I've been keeping count." She said, eyes full of concern.

"All's well, sister. Go on, back to bed." Belle said. You shoot your eyes back to Jack before pulling Belle upstairs with you to dress.

"What is that smell?" Belle asks as you walk into the hospital.

"Fagin." Jack answered with a grin.

"It smells like ambergris." She scoffed.

" Like what?" You couldn't help your giggle at his words.

"Will you wait?" Belle grabbed his arm, " Are you going to apologise to me or not?"

"No. What for?" Jack asked.

" For the way you spoke to me."

"Hang on, Belle we spoke about this." You say.

"No, y/n it's fine. I was hurt. And I'm sorry if I spoke to you abruptly. But I don't know how to talk to women. I've never really had to." Jack admits.

" I am similarly rarely interested in anything a man has to say. And I forgive you." Belle nods her head.

" Good. Don't invite me to any more stupid dinner parties. Your lot will never accept me." Jack implores her.

" Why would you want them to accept you? You have no idea how boring we all are." She grins.

"Not all of you." Jack muses, his eyes momentarily flicking to you.

As Jack is preparing the equipment and Belle is helping the navigator on to the operating table he turns to you.

"So, you know what happens here, right?" You nod to him, "So...can I do it?"

"Jack, you are the most skilled surgeon in the world. You can do anything." You say.

Jack dropped his eyes to the table, a thousand thoughts running through his mind.

"Are you still-" he swallows, "still set on my being with Belle and not you?" He asks.

"Jack, I know.it doesn't make sense to you but that's how it's supposed to happen." You stick to your guns.

"But isn't it all different already? I don't feel for her what you say I should. I feel them for you. Surely just being here has already changed it. What if you're meant to change it?" Jack had moved around the table coming closer to you.

"We're ready in here." Belle interrupted.

"y/n?" Jack raised his eyebrows to you.

"Go, I'll be there in a moment."

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @mydeputyghostwagon

#jack dawkins x y/n #jack dawkins x reader

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latelyanobsession · 6 months

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Whole Obsession

summary this newfound obsession was sparked by complete accident, but now that the cat's out of the bag, there's no stopping it.

warnings smut, pwp, no plot, m receiving, oral, rimming, teasing, fingering, hole play, shameless needy needy boy

word count 869

note brainrot that's been rotting for a while and i wanted you to share it with me. this fic will be gender-neutral and only feature x reader pronouns of "you/your" as the fic is centered on billy and will have no major descriptors of the reader's body. have fun my fellow gremlins. 😌 maybe i should make this part 1 and then make a part 2????

"More.... more," he groaned through heavy pants, hips rolling in time with each bob of your head. He was making it difficult with every reflexive thrust shoving his cock deeper down your throat until you gagged and choked.

This wasn't working for you as you pulled off for the third time to cough and breathe.

"Don't stop," Billy pouted, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. "I can't breathe genius," you complained with a hand on your throat. He smirked, falling back against the mattress, "Not my fault," he mused.

"You gonna finish me or what?" Billy asked impatiently, a knee crooking upward. You huffed, crossing and then uncrossing your arms over your chest. You were anything but a quitter. He licked his lips with a pleased smile, hips wiggling to meet you as you stretched back out along the mattress.

Determined not to tap out this time, you wrapped a hand around his base in a tight grip making him tilt his head back with a groan. Spit-slicking his cock you worked him back to full attention. "God just like that!" he hummed appreciatively as his legs splayed open for you.

You swallowed him down, your hand following your lips in rhythm. Up down, up down. "Fuck baby...!" he drawled, a loose hand wandering over your head. "More. Ughhh. More!" You spared a glance up at him. He was already lost in it, more wouldn't make much difference, but you didn't want to disappoint. Didn't want him to leave with that smug-ass look on his face.

Licking a flat stripe up his length, you pulled away, thumb rubbing in pressured circles against the hardened member as you traced your way down with your other free hand. With wet popping kisses your mouth traveled from his inner thigh to his taint, moving up to nuzzle the soft runched skin of his sac. His hips bucked as you licked and suckled him, your lips wrapping around one ball, tongue gently pulling him in. Billy was gone, quickly growing limp and pliant under your grasp as you backed off with a wet pop, treating its twin to the same.

Thoroughly wet, you plucked at his sensitive skin, small gasps falling from his open lips. His voice was going hoarse, cracking from strain and use.

You wanted to wring every single noise possible from his lungs as you pinned his cock flat to his torso with your palm, lifting him so you could taste him further. Licking down his sac you hooked your tongue, gliding it along his underside, a great bodily shudder rewarding you.

"More... 'm so close," he whined, thighs clenching.

You couldn't help but smile, as you dragged your tongue down his midline, pulling back and spitting only to smear it across his taint. He whined loudly, hips rutting helplessly against your hand.

Obliging him, you wrapped your occupying hand around his cock. The crown was covered in precum, which you generously used. Slowly gliding your thumb back and forth across his slit.

Your tongue was graduating lower, swiping and wagging further with each breath. Billy was shaking as his hips strained forward to accommodate you, his spine curling.

"Wanna stop?" you asked. "More," he panted as he pulled his legs up against his sides.

His hole was tight, just looking at it made you ache and throb. Reaching out, you lightly pressed a thumb to it in greeting. Billy responded in a low, broken moan that made your spine tingle. Retracting your hand, you lowered yourself back down and placed chaste kisses on each of his ass cheeks. In a broad-reaching swipe, you placed your first lick.

"Fuuuuuuck," he droned, his toes curling. Pulling back, you watched his hole clench and flex from your touch. It was making you hungry for him.

Abandoning your grasp on his cock, you spread him, your index finger lightly prodding his puckered hole. "Ooooh, oh!" Billy whimpered, adjusting to grab his dick and take your place. Dipping your tongue, you lapped at his hole. Delving deep with each thrust of your tongue, you pried him open, the taught muscle throbbing on your tastebuds.

"–m gonna cum!" he warned, voice breaking. But you didn't care as you maintained your pace and opened his hole. Wetting him down, you slipped a finger inside, gently setting up a pace as you kept lapping him up, loudly squelching and smacking your lips against his damp skin.

"Fuck, I'ma –!" he cut off, as his body seized up beneath you, his hips faltering as his hand pumped his swollen cock to completion. Thick spurts of cum shot from his dick as he whined, his hips struggling in your grasp. Your tongue riding him through the crescendo.

"Ah! Ah, aaaahhhh! Too much! T'much!" He whimpered, as you slowed your pace, slowly backing your finger out of his hole. As you licked him one final time, he let out a droning cry before letting his legs down. His chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

"More?" you asked with a smirk, climbing up to face him. He opened one eye to peer at you but said nothing. Instead, he rolled into your arms and closed his eyes.

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makeitmingi · 9 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 38]

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.

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-Small timeskip-

Despite what you told Seonghwa, you didn't go to the authorities, you were just far too busy and you knew that if you went to the police, more people would be involved.

The threatening messages didn't stop, they got more and more explicit but you just couldn't give them any time. You and Mingi haven't seen each other in weeks so maybe the person thought you broke up or something, which is why things haven't really escalated to something more.

"Indigo, are you ready?" Eden dropped by your studio. You turned around, blinking. The blank look on your face showed your confusion.

"The production meeting...?" He raised his eyebrows as he reminded. You turned to the clock on your phone.

"Oh, shoot! I didn't know it was so late already!" You jumped up from your chair, scrambling for your things. You saved your work and grabbed your iPad.

"Calm down, we have time. How long have you been working in here?" He asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I lost track of time." You rubbed the back of your neck. You wore your beanie and walked out with him.

"Once you sit down, you just get lost in the process, don't you?" Eden chuckled. You nodded your head in embarrassment. You need to set more noticeable time reminders in the future.

"I'm excited to hear what the time has to propose with the music video and concept outfits. That would be so exciting." You clapped your hands. Everyone was gathering today to hear what the creative production team has to propose.

"CEO Kim will be there?" You asked. Eden nodded to confirm. You buried your face in your hands.

"Why? Why? What's wrong with our CEO?" Eden asked with amusement at your reaction to meeting your big boss.

"I haven't got a reply for him..." You mumbled.

"He's not expecting a reply so quickly, Indigo. Don't worry about it! Your contract with us isn't up anyway. He'll want you to focus on the comeback first." He patted your shoulder as he laughed.

"But what about-"

"Eden hyung! Indigo!" A few voices called, cutting Eden off. Eden didn't finish his sentence, seeing the Ateez boys.

"Indigo! I missed you so much! Did you miss me?!" Wooyoung hugged you tightly, shaking you up and down. You chuckled and hugged him back.

"I did miss you, Woo. I hope you've been well and taking care of yourself." You said, making him grin proudly. He stuck his tongue out at the other members, as if what you said was that you missed him ONLY. Hongjoong plucked him off you but Wooyoung still held your hand to enter the meeting room.

"Hey, your shirt... Looks like the one I bought Mingi for his birthday." Yeosang pointed at your oversized shirt. Mingi choked.

"Yah, yah, Yesoang. Be careful of what you're saying." Yunho covered up his flusteredness with an awkward chuckle. If others have heard it, they would be suspicious.

"Y-Yeah, I got the same shirt..." You lied. You didn't even notice this was Mingi's shirt, you just took it out of your drawer, which is usually a mix of yours and Mingi's clothes from the wash.

"But-"

"It's true, look at Indigo and I. We're wearing the same clothes all the time." Hongjoong sent Yeosang a look to not say anything further.

"That's because you copy me." You scoffed with your arms crossed. Hongjoong just rolled his eyes.

Soon, the remaining meeting attendees entered the big room and took their seats. When the CEO entered with his assistant, everyone stood up to bow to him in greeting. He smiled and waved for everyone to take their seats.

"Let's go through the music video concepts first? Followed by the style concepts. Then we'll go to the producers and finally, finance team with the budgeting." He instructed.

"Yes, boss." Everyone chimed.

"Also, boys, feel free to voice your opinions after each presentation." He said to the 8 Ateez members that were sitting together.

"Thank you, boss." The 8 boys bowed their heads. You turned your iPad on, ready to take notes where necessary. The videography and production team went first.

"Alright, these are the storyboards for the music video." The employee flashed the picture on the screen.

"Ooooooh." You and Ateez had the same reactions. Behind you, Eden laughed, knowing you were amazed by everything in this process.

"Don't laugh at me." You whispered with a pout. Eden still snickered, reaching out to pat your head. You continued to listen to the speaker proposing the location and all the other logistics for the music video shooting. Even if you were not the one in the music video, you felt excitement bubble within you.

Mingi watched you from the other side of the room. He hadn't seen you in weeks. Sure, you've video called and texted but nothing was better than actually holding you. He wanted to just hold you now.

"You're staring." San leaned over to whisper. Mingi blushed, tearing his gaze away from you.

"Sorry. Can't help it." He grumbled softly.

"The location and storyboard looks good. We'll look at booking the film site and accommodation." The CEO nodded in approval.

"These are the outfits for the music video. We will reuse them for some of the comeback promotions. The alternative outfits for other promotional activities are these." The head stylist showed.

"Oh, wow. They're so cool." You could imagine how good the boys would look in all the outfits.

"I'll go through the individual outfit inspirations for each member." She flipped through the slides, going through each member's outfit collection.

"Hongjoong sshi will be in mostly Balmain, sent over from their styling team. Especially for interviews, as we expect questions about you becoming an ambassador with them. Mingi sshi, you will be in Diesel outfits." She pointed out.

"Look at you, hyung. Balmain prince." Wooyoung voiced proudly. Hongjoong shushed him for being disruptive but it was because he was shy from all the attention.

The stylists teams really knew what they were doing, suggesting outfits and styles that brought out the best features of each member.

"More see through shirts for Seonghwa hyung. The fans would want that." Jongho snickered.

"Shut it." Seonghwa glared.

"So with these outfits, there are the hair colours that we are proposing to the members for them to choose." She showed the different options.

"Hmm..." You hummed to yourself softly, deep in thought. You tilted your head, trying to imagine Mingi in all the proposed hair colours for him. To you, Mingi always looked good in whatever he wears. You think he would look good in any of the outfits and hair colours that the stylist team suggested.

"Producer team? You're next." CEO Kim said.

"Go ahead." Eden encouraged you to stand first. You shook your head, you were not ready to present.

"It's okay. Just go, it'll be fine." He whispered. You gulped and slowly shuffled to the front of the room. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat and plugged your laptop in.

"Walk us through it." CEO Kim told you with a little more encouragement.

"This is the progress of the songs. We are done with both title tracks and on the way to finishing the b-side tracks." You explained.

"Title track 1." You began to play the songs for everyone. Even if it was a team effort, you still felt stressed knowing that you would have to accept everyone's scrutiny on behalf of the producers.

"Next song." CEO Kim directed and you bowed, playing the next song for the room.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Mingi seemed to feel your nervousness, watching how emotionless the CEO's face was as he listened to the songs that you played. He wasn't even up there but he felt his stomach churning from the nerves.

"It's good. Good job, Indigo." The CEO nodded his head when the final song finished playing. You let out a sigh of relief before you bowed deeply.

"Everyone, for those that don't know, this is Indigo's first time working with us and I would like to commend her on what a great job she's been doing. She's been surpassing expectations." He added.

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." You bowed again, your mask hiding your heated cheeks.

"Yay. Go, Indigo." The Ateez boys softly cheered, sending you small fist pumps and encouraging smiles, making you laugh.

"Eden, anything to add?" CEO Kim turned to the head producer. Eden nodded and stood up, giving more detailed updates on the progress from the other producers.

"Good work, producers. I'm happy to hear that the songs are coming along well. Thank you for working with the other Ateez members to involve them in the production process. Lastly, we have the finance team with the budget." CEO Kim waved for the next speaker. You and Eden bowed before returning to your seats.

"I told you, you could do it. There's nothing to be worried about, our work is good." Eden whispered.

"If you had told me I would be the one presenting earlier, I would have prepared more to explain about the songs." You complained.

"If I had told you earlier, you would be a nervous wreck, worried about presenting to our CEO. See? You didn't need preparation and he still complimented you." He said.

"Fine." You couldn't argue with that.

You didn't know much about finance, budgets and numbers so you didn't really pay much attention to the presentation.

"Thank you everyone for coming and preparing material to present. I'm glad we are progressing well for this comeback. Boys, it's all up to you now to deliver the hard work." The CEO said. The Ateez boys stood up and bowed.

"Thank you for all the hardwork that everyone has been putting into our comeback, we'll continue to work hard and not disappoint any of you." Hongjoong said and the others nodded in agreement.

"What disappoint? All of you don't disappoint, you always give it your all." The stylist director said.

"Agreed, it's a collective effort of everyone to ensure success." Eden added.

"Thank you." Everyone bowed to the CEO as he left with his assistant. The remaining people bowed to each other as they all packed up their things and left.

"You were amazing!" San lifted you up and spun you around.

"San!" You squealed, hitting his shoulder for him to put you down. You didn't want anyone to start gossiping after seeing that.

"You did good. The CEO really likes you, he doesn't compliment people openly that much." Mingi patted your head with a soft smile. You smiled up at him, giving him a friendly hug. You so badly wanted to give him a kiss and ask him to hold you to calm your nerves but you knew where you were now.

"Thank you." You giggled.

"Indigo, let's go meet the others to update them." Eden called for you and you left the boys to go with him back to the studio. There was a box outside Eden's office.

"Fan mail?" You teased. Eden rolled his eyes but smiled. He bent down to read the tag.

"It's actually addressed to you. The reception must have delivered it wrongly. Let me go get you a box cutter." Eden chuckled. You tilted your head and bent down.

'To: Indigo'

Indeed, it was your name on the box. There was no return address or sender name. Eden handed you the box cutter from his studio.

"Indigo, wait." He suddenly stopped you. Your hands froze, the cold seriousness in Eden's voice made you freeze.

"Don't open it. I'm calling security. Move back." Eden said. You dropped the box cutter and scooted back as told. You went to Eden, who was on the phone. But his words were drowned out when you saw what he saw.

What looked to be blood was seeping out the corner of the box. You completely missed it since it was the corner facing away from you. Eden's free hand wrapped around you to comfort you.

"W-What is that?"

"I don't know. We're not going to find out. Security is on their way." Eden rubbed your back to comfort you.

"Sit." Eden brought you into his studio and sat you down on his chair while he went out. But with the door ajar, you could hear a little of the conversation outside.

"This is horrible... Get rid of it. Now." Eden ordered.

"But sir, the note-"

"I don't care about the dumb note! When I say get rid of it, I mean get rid of everything!" He yelled, making you flinch.

"And you guys better be scanning through all the packages that come in through the front thoroughly from now on. This kind of package shouldn't have made it past security, whether it is for idols or not. Someone could have been seriously injured if it was someone else." Eden scolded.

"Doesn't mean there are no idols on this floor means that there can't still be a threat. No more bringing packages up to the producer floor. Everything is to be left downstairs." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." The security replied. Eden entered and you lifted your head to look at him. He took another chair to sit down opposite you.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded your head glumly, staring at the ground in front of you.

"Indigo, have you ever got something like this before?" Eden asked with a much gentler, softer tone. He was worried that you were now fragile.

"No..."

"But?" He prompted, knowing you had more to say.

"I've been receiving threats... In my emails and on online platforms, even my ghost server, that's why I closed it temporarily... And a few weeks ago, someone followed me home from the convenience store." You gulped.

"And you've been dealing with all this on your own? Why would you not say anything? We can help you!" Eden's eyes widened in shock as he heard you list the incidents.

"I can't... Because I think the threat has to do with me and Mingi... And the boys are busy preparing for their comeback, I don't want to give them another thing to worry about, especially Mingi..."

"But you still shouldn't keep this to yourself..." Eden sighed. he reached out to hold your clamy hand.

"Seonghwa and Jongho knows. Jongho guessed something was wrong and Seonghwa accidentally saw one of the emails." You said.

"Mingi doesn't know any of this? Nothing at all."

"No, I can't tell him. Please don't tell him, Eden... Or any of the others... Mingi has been dealing with enough and I don't want to add to that with my issues." You chewed on your bottom lip, tears suddenly blurring your vision. Eden grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you.

"Indigo... You shouldn't be keeping all this to yourself and dealing with it on your own. I'm sure Mingi would feel even worse he if he knew you were keeping this from him..." He said.

"I know but he's going to think that this is his fault. I don't want him to think that when it isn't." Your lip quivered.

"What should I do, Eden? I'm fine with me receiving all the hate but I don't want Mingi or anyone else to get hurt." You asked.

"Silly girl, you're still worried about others even when things like this have happened. Think about your safety too. This is not a small matter." He patted your head.

"I won't tell Mingi. But we will need to do something to protect you more. Even if you're only here for a short contract, you're still considered a KQ employee no matter what and we won't let anything happen to you." He promised.

"Thank you."

"We will implement more security here. I'm more worried now that someone tried to follow you home. It means they have triangulated a plausible location that you're staying at." He frowned.

"Is there someone you can stay with temporarily? Just to have someone around to make sure you're safe." He asked.

"Not anyone close enough. I've been living independently from a young age." You shook your head.

"Let me see if I can get you a house in the same apartment building as the boys. At least the company knows that the security there is good enough to let them live there." He said.

"Okay. I'll just tell the boys my lease was up and KQ offered me an apartment in their building. But please, Eden. I don't want too many people knowing about this. Word gets around too quickly and I don't want to lose anymore control of this situation." You begged. Eden looked at you, he didn't want to agree.

"Fine. But if things get worse, I'm going to implement more safety measures, even if it means telling Mingi. I'm not going to mess around with anyone's safety."

"I understand. Thankfully, so far, this person has only expressed harm towards me and not Mingi." You said in relief.

"Don't just think about the safety of everyone else that you forget your own, Indigo." He frowned.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Eden." You felt bad for always hiding things from him.

"Pabo, what are you apologising for?" He smiled softly. After a while, you headed back to your studio. You saw Mingi inside, sitting in your chair, waiting for you.

"There you are, baby." There was his familiar smile. He stood up and went over to you, engulfing you in a big bear hug.

"Sorry, I was talking to Eden about-"

"It's okay." He whispered, tilting your head up to plant his lips against yours. Oh, how you've missed Mingi so much. You missed everything about him, his warmth, his scent, the way his fingers laced and rested on your lower back when he hugged you.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea." He pressed his forehead against yours. You felt your eyes watering as you cupped his cheeks to look at him.

"I missed you too." You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

"Aww, baby. Don't cry." He stroked the back of your head, chuckling.

"You're doing so well here, I'm so proud of you." Mingi leaned down to shower your head in kisses. You looked up at him, gently yanking him down to kiss him again. You just missed him so much.

"My beautiful baby." He tucked your hair behind your ear. You sat on his lap on the couch.

"How did you sneak away?" You asked.

"I told Hongjoong hyung I deserve a prize for working so hard the past few weeks so he let me come." He laughed. You slapped his chest for calling you a 'prize'.

"As much as I love the fans and can't wait for them to see this comeback, I really wish time would slow down or stop just for a while. So I can be with you and continue to hold you like this without having to leave you for practice, you know, like a normal couple." Mingi sighed. You hummed in agreement.

"But if we didn't have our jobs, we wouldn't have met, Mings. Every relationship has its sacrifices. This is ours." You reasoned.

"You're right. I'd rather deal with the sacrifices than to not have met you, baby." He stroked your cheek.

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gingerjunhan · 3 months

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try hard - kwak jiseok

☆彡 I’ve had this idea since I started this account. I’m glad it finally got to see the light. Thank you all for your patience; I hope you enjoy <3

synopsis: you’ve been head-over-heels for Gunil for a while now, but what happens when Jiseok finds an extravagant way to try and tell you how he feels?

based on 5 Seconds of Summer’s song Try Hard

word count: 2,365 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: angst | cws: one sided pining, no happy ending, member-on-member jealousy, swearing, lmk if I missed something!

Jiseok flopped down on his bed and let out a sigh. Practice today felt so much longer than usual. Maybe it was the pressure of their upcoming stage performance, or maybe it was his poor sleep schedule. Either way, Jiseok felt like he was fighting hard to keep his eyes open. All he wanted was to fall asleep right here, right now- half strewn across his bed in the clothes that he wore to the studio. The only thing that kept him awake, however, was his stomach. Hyeongjun was supposed to start making dinner once everybody got home. If Jiseok wasn’t so tired, he would’ve offered to help.

Eventually, the sound of laughter and the scent of whatever Hyeongjun was cooking danced their way into Jiseok’s room, pulling him out of his sleepy haze. There was a voice he didn’t quite recognize- it definitely wasn’t one of his bandmates. Listening through his walls wasn’t solving his mystery, so Jiseok reluctantly rose to his feet and made his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, there he is,” Seungmin announced to the group as Jiseok shuffled through the doorway. “We were just going to come get you for dinner. We thought you fell asleep.”

“Not yet,” Jiseok huffed. “Too hungry.”

“Well the food’s ready. Grab a plate.”

After serving himself, Jiseok made his way to the dinner table and found an extra seat across from his.

“Hey, Jiseok,” you greeted.

“(Y/N), hey. I didn’t know you were joining us for dinner tonight.”

You nodded happily. “Gunil told me he was feeling a little stressed about your upcoming performance, so I thought I’d stop by and try to help him relax.”

Jiseok nodded understandingly. You and Gunil had just recently started dating, and Jiseok wasn’t sure how to take it. He never told Gunil, but he had developed feelings for you a while ago. You and Jiseok had known each other for a long time; he was even the one who introduced you to Gunil. So when you and Gunil started going out, there was nothing Jiseok could do other than be happy for you. He had lost his chance fair and square, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous. “What’s got you so stressed, Gunil?” He decided to ask.

“Well,” Gunil sighed. “Shortly after leaving practice, our manager called to tell us that our stage time was upped by five minutes- which is great! However, our manager thinks it would be smart to have us perform a new cover for publicity. The performance is now less than a week away and we don’t have any ideas, so start throwing some out.”

“5 Seconds of Summer!” Jooyeon suggested instantly. Jungsu rolled his eyes.

“We can’t always cover 5 Seconds of Summer just because you have a man-crush on Luke Hemmings.”

“C’mon!” He insisted. “It’s a song I’ve really been wanting to cover, and I think we would do great!”

“What’s it called?” Gunil asked.

“Try Hard. It’s an older song, but it’s so good. They never perform it, so I think it would be fun to give it a try!”

“Okay,” Gunil shook his head, sounding slightly defeated. “We can keep that one in mind- play it for us after dinner. We can keep thinking of more ideas.”

As dinner progressed, a few more ideas were tossed around for covers. Paramore, DAY6, Muse- but nothing seemed to stick. Once dinner finally ended, Jooyeon got his chance to introduce the group to the song he had in mind. His excitement was evident as everyone listened along.

Jiseok listened intently- trying to ignore the way Jooyeon was serenading the group along with the song. He glanced over at you, and you seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as Jooyeon was. At this point, you had begun to bob your head along with the song, really getting into it. Jiseok didn’t miss the way that Gunil was looking at you; his eyes twinkling a little bit as he watched you jam alongside Jooyeon.

The song has a good guitar track, that was for sure. At the very least, it would be fun to perform. Nothing about the song really struck Jiseok too deeply until the second verse rolled around.

“She’s got a rose tattoo, but she keeps it covered. I play guitar, but she’s into drummers. She’s seen my face around, but she doesn’t even know my name.”

The pain that ran through Jiseok’s chest was almost tangible, striking him like an arrow. His eyes went wide and for a second he swears he started to hold his breath.

“Let’s do it,” he spoke out loud, not thinking about the timing of his comment. Luckily, nobody really seemed to notice. Jooyeon looked over, excited that someone was hearing him out.

“You really want to?” His smile was evident.

“Yeah. It’s a good song and it seems fun to play. Plus, I know you won’t get off our asses if we pick something else.”

Jungsu chuckled, “He has a point.”

Jooyeon’s eyes lit up as he looked at Gunil. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know… haven’t we already played like, three 5 Seconds of Summer songs?”

“Oh, c’mon, Gunil. This song is good!” You coaxed. “What would one more cover hurt? Besides, Villains would love it.”

Gunil let out a sigh, clearly having been won over by your opinion. “Alright, fine. I’ll talk to our manager first thing in the morning. Tomorrow we start working on arrangements.”

Everybody nodded their heads or made some sort of verbal agreement. Jiseok, on the other hand, was lost in thought as he continued to listen. He thought about the way you giggled at everything Gunil said and the way you couldn’t see how Gunil looked at you when you spoke to someone else. It was sickening. Once the song ended, Jiseok calmly slipped away from the others and back into his bedroom, the sound of your laughter fading out as he closed the door behind him.

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The next day, the practice room practically buzzed with the amount of work that was going on. Some of the guys were trying to find arrangements for the new cover, Gunil had been breaking into a new set of drumheads, and Jiseok was pretty sure Seungmin was about to break Jooyeon.

“Jooyeon if you don’t stop touching my stuff I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“I’m just grabbing my water!”

“Well then get your shit away from my shit!”

“Gunil!” Jooyeon called out like a child, “Seungmin is threatening me!” The group all looked back to their drummer, who was caught up with something on his phone. After a second, Gunil looked up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

Seungmin laughed. “Looks like somebody is too busy texting to save you,” Seungmin snuck up behind Jooyeon, grabbing his sides, causing Jooyeon to yell. It was now Gunil’s turn to laugh.

“Sorry, (Y/N) asked me a question. But, I’m good. No more distractions.”

Jiseok laughed to himself, knowing that would soon be proven to be a lie.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungsu intervened, “They’re just messing around.”

Gunil sighed lightly. “Guys, come on. We don’t have the time to be goofing off. We’ve gotta be getting everything finalized for this stage or else management is gonna kill us.” The younger boys let out a group of collective sighs, returning to their instruments and getting back to work. Jiseok put the strap of his guitar back over his shoulders, taking a second to peak back at Gunil again, catching him as he picked up his phone again, laughing to himself and sending another text with a slight blush on his cheeks.

Jiseok scoffed quietly to himself, “What happened to no more distractions?” He shook his head with a sigh, turning back to his sheet music. Jungsu looked his way.

“You alright?”

Jiseok’s attention snapped over to Jungsu. “Yeah. I’m fine,” he responded rather unconvincingly.

“Okay,” Jungsu said with a soft smile. “You just… seem a little stressed, so I thought I’d check in.”

“Thanks.” Jiseok gave Jungsu a tight-lipped smile before turning away again.

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The day of their performance had finally come around, and the guys were all backstage doing their typical pre-show rituals. Seungmin had a small set of weights in each hand, Hyeongjun was tuning his guitars, and Jiseok watched from a distance as Gunil giggled into his phone over some sort of phone call. Jiseok took a long, shaky breath to try and steady his nerves, but when Gunil got off the phone and came trotting up to him, he had to act fast to find his usual happy facade.

“Jiseok!” Gunil called cheerfully. “(Y/N) called me to say ‘good luck,’ but they wanted me to tell you good luck as well,” he smiled. Jiseok fought his hardest to return the gesture and make it look genuine.

“Thanks,” he said simply.

“They’ll be right in the front,” Gunil continued, “I think they’re on your side of the stage too. Just letting you know so you know to look out for them!” With that, Gunil skipped off to start prepping for the performance.

Jiseok sat and thought about the way this performance was going to go. The cover was right at the end, and Jiseok could feel the seed of jealousy planting itself into his stomach as a plan formed in his head. He smirked to himself at the thought. Would it be petty? Absolutely, but Jiseok couldn’t stand this feeling anymore. He sat and played with his hands, cracking his knuckles and twiddling his thumbs, which finally led to Jungsu chiming in from his seat nearby.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I advise that you stop,” Jungsu said simply, his voice steady and stern. Jiseok furrowed his eyebrows, giving him a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Jungsu got up from his seat, making his way over to Jiseok, his voice low. “Ever since the two of them got together, you obviously haven’t been happy about it. Gunil may be blind to your jealousy, but I’m not.” Jiseok looked up at Jungsu with wide eyes. “I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time,” Jungsu continued, “so I advise that you get over yourself before you cause any problems.” Jungsu gave Jiseok one final side eye before a stage manager came to collect the group of men to start setting up for their performance. Jiseok watched Jungsu walk away, knowing deep down that he was right. However, the seed had been planted, the jealousy had already taken root, and Jiseok couldn’t help but seethe as he picked up his guitar, pulled a pick from his pocket, and walked onto stage.

The performance had been going as expected: bright lights, loud fans, and that same energy that Jiseok always feels while performing that he still can��t find the right words to describe. He had located you in the crowd about halfway through their opening number, your bright smile and cute outfit making you stand out against everyone else in his eyes. Upon seeing you, he smiled as well, feeling his jealousy wither away into a feeling of fondness. You waved at him from the crowd, and it took everything in him not to let go of his guitar and wave back.

Finally, their set was about to close, and Jiseok felt the dark vines of his master plan creep back into his chest again. It was simple, but he hoped it would portray the message he needed it to. From his drumkit, Gunil counts the song in, and the band takes off with their cover. Jiseok watches as you dance along in the pit, and he can feel himself fighting an internal battle with his usual stage presence to keep it together. Jooyeon carried the song with a smile, clearly in his element while singing along. As the song progressed, Jiseok’s turn at the mic was coming up, and he knew it was all or nothing. He dropped his guitar completely, putting both hands on the mic and looking at you as the verse he quickly claimed dibs on a practice a few days ago made its way to the speakers.

“She’s got a rose tattoo, but she keeps it covered. I play guitar, but she’s into drummers.” At this, Jiseok watches as you smile wide, aiming your gaze towards the back of the stage, ignoring him almost completely. “She’s seen my face around, but she doesn’t even know my name.” At that, Jiseok picks up his guitar again, performing the rest of the song on autopilot as he realizes that his attempt to grab your attention and tell you how he feels was nothing short of futile. Soon enough, the performance ends, the show is over, and Jiseok floats home- his autopilot keeping him moving.

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“That performance was great!!” You squeal as you pull Gunil into a tight embrace, holding him close and kissing his cheek once the seven of you made your way back to the dorm. Of course Gunil had to invite you over, and of course Jiseok had to sit and watch as you hung all over him. This was just what he needed. Jiseok fought to keep his breathing steady when someone yelling his name caught his attention.

“Jiseok!” Seungmin yelled.

“What?!” Jiseok yelled in response, sounding a little more angry than he should have.

“I asked if you wanted a drink. Jesus, I’ve only called your name, like, three times.” Seungmin rolled his eyes. Jiseok waved him off.

“No, I’m fine,” he answered shortly. Seungmin looked over him.

“What’s got you all worked up?”

Jiseok opened his mouth to answer and then quickly snapped his mouth closed again. He could hear you and Gunil laughing together from the other side of the room. He quickly glanced over at Jungsu, who was already giving him a stern look. “Nothing,” he finally answers. “Nothing is wrong.” Jiseok stood from his chair, looking to Jungsu again. “I’m going to bed.”

For a split second, Jungsu’s eyes turned sympathetic. “Good night, Jiseok.”

He nodded slightly, his voice soft. “Good night, Jungsu.”

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Three Things Casmie Bishop Doesn't Remember, But Only Because She's Dead

The backroom of the Anglerfish looks like a gym locker room. Cubbies line the wall, holding bags, heels, normal clothes that had been changed out of. Often you would find one of the trolls leaning out the backdoor with a cigarette on their fifteen, or giggling with their friends on one of the long benches. There's a tiny little altar by the window, where a worn print picture of Kokoro Kimura sits. These things are everywhere in most places owned by The Falling Moons, littered with candles and half eaten snacks and coins and cigarette butts and anything else deemed a worthy offering to the 300 sweeps dead Mafia founder. The falling apart photo print watches over the room like a strange little saint of lower caste gang members and whores. There are other photos, ones girls at the club had hung up off their lost family members or messiahs. Casmie has put a photo of her still living cat up there, ironically. Sunset is painstakingly unclipping each clip of a tall pair of platform boots with a sigh worthy of a troll at the end of a long shift. The woman next to him is throwing on a black sweater, already feeling the chill of the outside wind.

“How’d you know I was ex-circus?” He asks her.

“You dance like an acrobat,” Casmie laughs. “All pointy toes. The way you trolls land twists sometimes- you can tell you were trained first for trapeze or something.”

“Huh,” He says. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it.” He ponders. “How many ex-circus trolls work here for you to notice a thing like that.”

“Too damn many,” She sighs, as she pulls up a pair of patterned sweatpants over her legs. She pauses when she sees the look on his face in response.

“Sorry- you guys are lovely- not a dig at you, it just, kind of shows how all these people who have been trafficked don’t really have a lot of options. You know. You escape or the tents cut you loose for whatever reason and then you’re just on the streets without a penny to your name nor any other way to make money.”

“Well congratulations” Sunset replies, peeling four pairs of long opera gloves off his arms. “You have me word for word.”

“I’m not trying to be superior- my grubhood wasn’t much better.” She flutters nearby him.

“It doesn’t take much to be better than cages,” Sunset argues, sticking out his tongue. “What hole did you spring from?”

“An aquarium.” She retorts.

“That sucks.” He says.

Casmie laughs. “It does. You know you’re funny, Sunsie.”

“Sunsie?” He replies. “How am I funny?”

“You have… a kind of funny way of speaking.” she describes. “So earnest. You take everything… so seriously. Even silly things.”

“I take silly things sillilily.”

“Sililily?” She giggles.

“Yes,” He affirms.

“You’re always answering rhetorical questions.” Casmie muses. “You wanna hang out sometime?”

“I’d love to” He replies, trying not to betray his eagerness towards such an offer.

“I live up east- near pier 12. gotta have a lot of roommates but if you come early they’ll both be out for work. Is that too far from where you’re staying?”

“I’ll be honest.” Sunset admits, “I’ve been sleeping in the hotel.”

Casmie drops her bag down, making a noise of upset and exasperation “Girl,” She says.

“You don’t sleep in the brothel, that's like step one to getting murdered.”

He opens his mouth, and then closes it. She takes in the desolation in his expression, pausing. It could not be more evident he has nowhere else to go.

“Hey” She says. “We can figure something out,” She says. “Sorry, I didn’t mean- not your fault, obviously. But I can help you find someplace.”

Sunset pulls a t-shirt over himself.

“You’re too kind” He says carefully, as if not prepared to trust such an offer.

A couple days later, the two trolls enter, giggling, into a laundromat.

“Hey!” Casmie snaps. “You are not putting that pink thing in with my all white lingerie set.” She says, leaning over and trying to separate the clothes in his hands.

“Cas” Sunset says helplessly. “I’ve only got cash for one wash.”

“Go talk up the laundromat guy” she jokes, lifting her brasseir. “Get us some free washes.”

Sunset pauses. “I’m not doing that”

“Too good for the laundromat troll” she teases, opening a machine, sorting the laundry.

“No” he pauses, glancing back towards the counter and back. “I just support small business,” he says, bizarrely.

Casmie stares at him for a second, and laughs. “We're a small business,” she says. “Me n you getting busy in this” she says, holding up another one of the tops she’s washing.

Sunset covers his face with a hand.

“Whatever” Casmie decides. “I’ll pay for mine. Don’t worry about it.” She says, taking out her wallet and counting her change.

“Thanks” the other trolls says gratefully, loading his clothes into the machine with two hands and starting it with his other set. His friend slips coins into the coffee machine. Before hoping up on top of the thing, kicking her feet.

“Isn’t the other laundry place closer to work?” She says.

“I guess” Sunset retorts.

“Like, we coulda saved a couple blocks of walking. Or went to the one by my apartment.” She says.

“I like this one” sunset says. “They have really good machines”

“They what?” She says. “Who gives a shit?”

“No,” Sunset says. “They will really launder your clothes”

Casmie stares at him, him for a second, keen enough to pick up this is bullshit somehow but unable to determine exactly why.

“Hey you!” She calls to the laundromat guy. “What do y’all put in these machines that makes them so good at laundering!” She says.

Rasley stares at her for a long moment. “Deter…gent?” He says, slowly. “M’am?” He squeaks, staring at the floor, seeming flustered by the litter troll's revealing outfit.

Casmie laughs again, and Sunset finds himself lost in the melody of the sound. He glances from Rasley back to her, as if caught on a pulled string between two worlds, the past and future. The orange off-caste looks back to him.

“You are a weirdo, you know,” She says, reaching over and cupping his cheeks. “You are a freak. I love you.”

A half sweep later, Sunset wakes up on the bathroom floor of Casmie’s apartment. It’s clearly been attempted to make the spot comfortable. There is a sleeping bag laid out upon it, a quilted blanket. A phone charger. The space would be tight even for a normal troll, but the man has several extra arms. He wakes, stretching, cracking a sore back and wincing at the pain that follows, Sunset starts to roll up the sleeping bag, as someone will surely be in to use the bathroom soon.

Casmie has seven roommates. They had tried their damn hardest but couldn't find someplace else where he would sleep, so every day, he made and unmade his own little bedroom. The troll splashes some water on his face, before picking up the rolled up bag and exiting the room. He ducks into the hallway, stashing the thing in the closest that was it’s home before entering the kitchen.

“Hey! Sunsie, you wanna go thrifting?” She says, kicking her feet off the counter, an action way too cute for the alternative outfit she’s wearing, as was typical of the woman.

“Can’t” He says, arms slinking around her to start microwaving an instant coffee. “I picked up another shift”

“Oh come on,” She says. “Sunday is our off day! We need one day for moirail shit.”

“That guy offered me a job” Sunset grins. “And you know how he spoils me. Can’t sit on that money.” He defends his choice.

“G-d. That same purple from friday?” She says. “He’s sooo corny I don’t know how you stand him.”

The other troll shrugs, pulling his coffee from the microwave. “I dunno, it’s kind of cute, in an annoying sort of way. He keeps telling me he’s gonna pay off my debt to the club and get me out of the business.”

“Oh wonderful,” She says, crossing her arms. “Your knight in shining armor”

“He’s earnest,” Sunset says. “And he pays really well”

“That’s- kind of what puts me off” His moirail rambles, watching Sunset pack up for work. “Where’s he getting like, all that money to drop on you, for real? I mean how many nights has he been coming into the Anglerfish in a row- he’s like obsessed, it's some serial killer shit.”

“I guess I cannot help but be that irresistible” The taller troll laughs. “You just can’t stand to see me winning. You like having me here on your bathroom floor.”

“I love having you here on my bathroom floor,” She says. “But I don’t know if you’re ‘winning’ with that guy.”

“He cares about me, he wants to pay all my bills and send me to college like a good little girl~” Sunset jokes.

“He does not” Casmie insists. “Like, that is the same wishy-washy bullshit every single john pulls when you nut in him”

Again, her friend laughs.

“I’m serious!” She retorts. “Stay safe. Guys who wanna ‘save you’ never make good on it. I’m talking to you as a veteran, okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” Sunset says, sipping his coffee. He lifts Casmie’s hand, and kisses it. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

“You owe me a day off.” She complains. “Tell that to your sugar daddy.”

“I’ll let him know,” Sunset says, rolling his eyes, heading out of the kitchen.

Casmie rolls her eyes, watching him go. Eventually, as his footsteps pitter patter out into the distance as he heads down the stairs, she turns over to the fridge, only for her head to snap up to attention when there is a sudden, loud thud and clunking noise.

“Sunset!” She calls, forgoing the nickname in a moment of panic as she rushes out towards the hall.

She finds him sitting at the very end of the stairway, hand held tight to his chest.

“Motherfucker” The man wheezes, face contorted, in a voice so quiet she can barely hear it. Casmie rushes down the stairs.

“What happened!” She says, rushing down.

“I just-” He wheezes, and then pauses, breathing in, and out, as slowly as he can, as if that will lessen the pain raging through him as his chest rises and falls.

“Fuck” She says, “are you okay?” She says, but does not wait for an answer. The off-caste seadweller glances up the stairs. “Fuck” She mutters, well familiar with the lung complications that plagued her moirail. Being born with an extra set of arms, there wasn’t really, well, a whole lot of space for Sunset’s lungs in his chest. He had been born with them chronically small, an issue that left him very vulnerable to any kind of respiratory infection. He would get very, very sick at times and lead to many a stressful night in many of the dark, shady hospitals that would take mutants. She is well familiar with it, having taken care of Sunset for a harrowing few months when he had caught pneumonia last winter, and almost died. She debates if it would be worth it to leave him for a second to rush back upstairs and grab the last his anti-inflammatory meds. The tiny woman watches Sunset struggle to breathe for only a moment, before sprinting up the stairs, and coming rushing back down with a pill bottle in hand.

“I’m good” He wheezes, waving an arm. “I’m- I’ll be fineeee” He manages. “Just- a second” he says, accidentally swallowing the end of the sentence.

She, panicked, and confused, holds up the pill bottles.

“I don’t have pneumonia” He wheezes. “Those won’t do shit”

“Well what else am I supposed to do! What do you have?” She snaps.

“I don't- know” The purpleblood says again, in between breaths, “overdid stairs” He wheezes.

“This is clearly more than overdoing the stairs. I’ve seen you overdo stairs! This is something. We should go back to that doctor”

“I have workkkkk” He complains. “I just need a second”

“Okay.” She says. “We can take a second, just, breathe, okay. We’ll figure it out. We’ve got to call off your shift.”

“No” He insists, trying to pull himself up, failing, and curling up into a little ball again.

“If you kill yourself trying to please that milktoast purple while you can’t fucking breathe, Sunsie I will never forgive you” She says. “You cannot dance right now!”

She is right, of course, but he doesn’t want to hear it. The man stares up at the ceiling, trying to focus on his laborious breathing. Not today, not today, g-dammnit. Of all the days, why now. But illness can never be convenient.

“There will be other shifts” Casmie says, running a hand through his hair.

He leans slightly into her touch as the smaller woman cups his cheek.

“He- invited me too-” He wheezes. “Whole fancy party- At casino- I have to go- I won’t dance- I’ll just sit with him.”

“Girl! You should not be having sex either if you can’t handle the stairs!” She snaps.

“He said he’d give me 20,000$ caegars!” Sunset snaps, the longest sentence he’s managed since he collapsed.

“Sunsie, where would he even get that money to spend on a stripper.” Casmie says, her brows furrowing.

Sunset gives a long, shaky sigh. “I’m saving up-” He says. “I need to get an appointment with that- surgeon” He pleads. “I need- to get my arms- removed.”

“Well no shit” She says.

“I can’t not go” He wheezes.

Casmie stares at him for a long, long, moment, holding her moirails head in her hands. “Okay” She says. “Here’s what we’ll do,” She says, ever practical. “You’re gonna take these- Just in case it’s pneumonia” She insists, not being a doctor but desperate to help. “I’m gonna wake up Roonst-” She says, naming another of their roommates. “And they’re gonna drive you to that hospital that sees people out the back on the downlow and they’ll sort whatever this is out” She says.

“And I’ll cover for you, okay?” She promises. “I’ll go to whats-his-face’s casino party and wring the 20,000$ out of his ass, I promise”

“He said was- special- he’ll want me” Sunset argues. But a part of him relaxes as the plan is laid out, he begrudgingly takes the pills he’s been handed.

“Think I’m not pretty enough to replace you?” She jokes. “I’ll have him eating out of my hand like a dog, I promise. We’ll get you your surgery.” She says, kissing his forehead, and then run away to wake their friend. He watches her go, mesmerized momentarily by the casual and fragile beauty of his savior rushing up the stairs, the sunset lighting up the orange of her fins, as he holds his hand to his chest and thinks only of his breath, going in, and out, and in, and out. Maybe, somehow, his body knew what was coming.

Maybe his tiny little lungs folded this specific day on purpose, to save him, to warn him. To shield him. He will never stop hating them for it. She never should have had to take his place.

I could keep going, but you already know how this story ends, don’t you?

This was the last time he saw Casmie alive.

The next week passed as if in a dream, because, well, he was barely conscious for it. He remembers fragments- a hospital, that roomate at his bedside, tossing and turning as he was constantly awoken by an inability to get enough air, back alleys and doctors and plastic respirators and pain and sorrow. Daymares- the kind that find you only on long nights in uncomfortable hospital beds. When is Casmie gonna come back for me, he finds himself thinking, in the moments where one has nothing to do but lay and think. Surely it has been a day- it has been a night, her shift is over. Eventually, he recovers. Eventually, they toss him back out onto the street with another bill longer than he tall.

His debts to the Anglerfish, his debts to doctors, his debts to casinos. He will add it to the pile. He finds his way back to pier 12, climbing the long winding stairs to their little three room apartment that houses seven and finds her not there. He goes back to the Anglerfish, and finds her work bag still in it’s locker, still full of casual clothes, keychains hooked up to the side, covered in a week's worth of dust. He is left to pick up the pieces, to try and put it all together, just what exactly happened while he was sick.

He was always good at playing detective.

It is surprisingly hard to track down an invitation as vague as a ‘casino party’ in this town, there are many casino’s. He looks through the usual suspects, the ones closest to their pier, talking to staff, asking his coworkers. The trial leads him further uptown, to the bigger piers, the richer accolades, he lingers in corridors, asking questions to staff.

He makes his way to the top of the hill, and finds a place more palace than casino. And finds it marked with a familiar symbol. You ever see something so many times, you stop thinking about it? Does it ever blend into the background, seamlessly and easily, a tiny little imprint on every chapter of your life. A golden insignia of a falling moon. Of course you have heard of that gang. Everyone has. The Falling Moon’s literally built this city.

A week into your spiraling, obsessive search for her, you wring the truth out of a simple bartender. He had been there, he tells you. At the party.

“Sometimes,” he says, “the big guys in the gang will go down to one of the smaller piers, pick up some mutants from one of those seedy clubs, and lure them uphill with promises of cash and comfort and affection and then just jump them and sell them off to traffickers and circuses. You said your friend was an off-caste? That tiny little orangeblood seadweller with the demonias? I remember her all right. Anytroll who was there would. Too smart for her own good. She wised up before all the rest of them. Pulls out a shiv. Just starts putting holes in clowns like it’s nobodies business. She must have killed five of them before she went. By the third, they probably figured out she’d be too much of a hassle to sell. One of them got her right in the head and that was it. Dunno what they did with the body. Probably sold it. They were pissed she killed so many higher ups, they musta lost a lot of money on the whole thing” He says, casually wiping a mug as if he is not ripping apart Sunsets world, piece by piece.

“Who was in charge of it?” The several armed men says slowly, carefully, “The whole thing?”

“I told you” The man retorts. “She already killed most of them.”

“The dead clowns” He insists. “Who did they work for?”

“Midas” the cerulean bartender replies. “I already told you, they were falling moons.” He quirks an eyebrow at the man in front of him, tracing the look of confusion on his face.

“Ain’t no way you live in Tes Roven and never heard of Midas.”

“I know the gang. Humor me” Sunset retorts. “What does he own?”

“A lot of shit. We’d be here all night” The man dismisses.

“I want a list.” Sunset insists.

“Ha ha. What am I, your secretary? You want me to call my coworkers over and tell em you’re buddy buddy with the woman that killed five of their top clowns?” He threatens.

“You wanna feel what it's like to get stabbed four times at once?” he retorts. “Humor me.”

The bartender stares at him for a good while, and then pulls out a napkin, scribbling on it. He does this for a good few minutes, pausing every moment or so in contemplation. And then he hands it to him, a comprehensive list as he can sprout off from memory of Midas’s properties. Struggling to keep his hands steady, the purpleblood straightens out the napkin. And then immediately wipes the bartenders mind of the encounter. He walks off, his eyes trailing down the impartial and indifferent list of properties, every so often finding a name on it that slips like a spear into his bent ribcage.

You ever feel like you’ve spent all your life, in this crushing, giant, oppressive machine, that swallows anyone who touches it?

You spend so long, trying to keep your head above water. You try to make friends. You try to survive- to carve out a little piece of survival for yourself, for other people. You try to make the world the kind of place you want to live in. And the worst part of it is knowing everyone else wants that better world too. But they don’t have any more time to build it than you do. Everyone else is also too busy being crushed in the machine.

Too busy trying to outsmart the machine. This machine too big for you to ever fully even comprehend dismantling.

No one mentions it. But no one can imagine a life where they’re not being held with a boot to their neck.

It has consumed anyone you have ever loved.

It is well on its way to consuming you. It was machine, it was machine all the way down. From the pits of the childhoods to the streets of your adolescence to the seedy pole ridden bars of your fragile adulthood.

It is so ever present you almost forgot it was there at all, just a part of the universe, true to its logo, as large and all destroying as a falling celestial body. Built to do nothing but hurt you and people like you. Imagine living so long in the shadow of that hurt.

And then finding out it has a name.

And then finding out it’s a person.

A troll, a name, a thing of flesh blood, just vulnerable enough, that suddenly, you can wrap your mind around dismantling it. Around taking it apart, piece by piece. So slowly and so carefully that it could never hurt another person the way it hurt you. The way it hurt her.

This man is the connecting thread of hurt that weaves your entire life together, and he doesn’t even know you exist.

But that won’t be true for long.

You are certain, in the months that followed this, planning, spiraling, obsessing- You are certain that Casmie started a fight so you could finish it.

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coffee shop confessions

member — bff!jun x gn reader genre — fluff, best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers word count — 1.3k warnings — 96z cameo, hoshi is addicted to cookies (again), jun is shy and flustery but it’s cute notes — requested by anon — thank you for requesting!! i hope this is how you imagined it :)

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“hey, jun! i made you some more cookies!”

you, junhui, and a few of your friends had planned an afternoon weekend outing, starting with a trip downtown to your favorite little coffee shop before heading to the local used bookstore and running some other errands.

jun pulls up in front of your house, the rest of your friends already with him. no sooner has the car stopped than your front door flies open and you hop down the front steps, a huge foil plate in your arms.

“hey, darling,” jun calls with a smile.

your face lights up when you come closer and see him. wonwoo opens his door and gets out of the passenger side, letting you put your goodies on the seat as he moves to the backseat.

“oh, hang on! i forgot my bag, i’ll be right back,” you grin, and dash back towards your house.

jun leans over to move the plate from the seat and put it on the center console. “i wonder why they keep bringing me stuff,” he giggles. “i mean, my birthday isn’t for months!”

wonwoo laughs. “didn’t you know? they’ve had a crush on you for years, man.”

“no? how was i supposed to know!” junhui huffs, acting unaffected by the news, but his reddening cheeks give away his excitement.

“they’ve made you cookies twice in the last two weeks,” soonyoung says, reaching forward from the backseat to steal one of the cookies. wonwoo glares at him.

“jun, you call each other ‘darling’,” jihoon adds. “you didn’t realize then?”

“i thought it was like a friendly thing!”

soonyoung rolls his eyes.

“i don’t think that’s what they thought,” wonwoo says.

“well, what do i–”

he’s cut off suddenly by the car door opening, and you slide into the front seat. “okay, ready to go!”

jun goes silent, staring at you sitting beside him. the car is quiet for a few seconds, and you start to frown at his sudden stop.

“ready to go,” jihoon repeats, clearing his throat.

jun finally snaps out of it, putting his hands back on the wheel and tearing his gaze away from you. “right! ready to go,” he says.

you grab the aux cord to plug in your phone to play music. “what do you guys wanna listen to?”

“whoever you like– i mean, whatever you like,” jun stutters, cheeks growing redder with each passing second.

wonwoo and jihoon exchange glances in the backseat. soonyoung, in the middle seat, reaches for another cookie, but you catch him out of the corner of your eye and swat his hand away. “i didn’t make them for you to eat them all, soonie,” you laugh. “they’re for jun!”

he pouts, but nods and sits back in his seat.

the car ride passes quickly, and soon you’re parked in the cafe parking lot. the bell above the door jingles as junhui holds it open, letting you go in first.

“you grab us a table,” you tell him with a warm smile. “i know your order. black coffee with sugar, right?”

“yeah,” he says shyly, staring at his feet.

“great! we’ll meet you in a bit,” you say. your friends follow you to the register to order while jun finds a table by the window, absently setting his jacket on the chair next to him to save it for you.

how could he have been so oblivious? he wonders. all this time, all the study dates back in college, all the nights spent at each other’s apartments, all the trips planned together; how had he never realized?

another thought becomes clear in his mind. how had he never realized his own feelings? he’d always thought of you as a best friend, his closest confidante; had he really been thinking of you as something more?

he furrows his brow, lost in thought. maybe if he–

“here’s your drink!” your voice interrupts his musings, and he stares up at you like a deer in headlights. you set the two mugs in your hand down on the table in front of him. “can i sit here?” you ask, gesturing to the seat with his jacket.

“oh! yeah, i saved it for you,” he stammers, avoiding your eyes.

wonwoo, jihoon, and soonyoung arrive at the table a minute later, their drinks in paper to-go cups.

“we have to leave you guys here,” wonwoo says, shifting his feet. “uh, something came up.”

you frown. “oh no! is everything okay? do you guys need a ride?”

“everything’s fine. we called a cab, it’s waiting outside,” jihoon says, taking a sip of his coffee nonchalantly.

junhui sends them panicked glances, wordlessly begging them not to leave him alone with you lest he say something to reveal himself, but soonyoung just winks. “we’ll see you guys later. have fun today!”

they walk out the door, leaving you and jun to sit at the table. the only sounds are the light chatter from other customers and the occasional squeak from the coffee machine; the atmosphere is sweet, like the drink in your hand you take small sips from. jun fidgets with his mug, running his finger along the handle nervously.

a minute passes, and you decide to speak up. unfortunately, jun also chooses that moment to say what’s on his mind.

“so what do you–”

“you like me?” jun bursts out.

your eyes grow wide. “who– i mean, what? what makes you say that?”

“the guys told me,” he says, feeling the color start to seep into his cheeks again.

you pause. “oh,” you say quietly.

the silence is back, but this time the atmosphere is rigid, tension thick in the air.

i like you, too, jun yells. he’ll yell it for everyone to hear, he’ll yell it in the streets, he’ll yell it from the mountaintops. i’m in love with my best friend! my amazing, wonderful, perfect best friend!

you stay silent, staring at the dissolving foam in your mug to avoid jun’s eye contact. “sorry,” you say after a while.

“why are you sorry?” he asks, confused. shouldn’t you be happy? didn’t he just tell you…

and he realizes he never said that part out loud. he wasn’t yelling it in the coffee shop, he was yelling it in his head. oh crap, he’s gotta tell you. now. you need to know right now. he’s gotta fix this fast.

you look down. “i don’t know, i–”

“i love you,” he blurts, cutting you off again.

you whip your head around, finally meeting his eyes. “what did you say?”

“sorry, i interrupted you,” he says anxiously. “you first.”

you could slap him for being so dense, if you didn’t love him so much. “jun, why did you say that?”

“i– um, because it’s true?” he stutters, his voice rising into a question.

“is it?” you ask, your voice shaking. your heart doesn’t want to believe him, not after so many years of a seemingly unrequited crush that you’d pushed down, pushed away in hopes of not ruining your friendship over it.

“...yeah?” he says, frowning. “i wouldn’t have said it if i didn’t.”

you clear your throat, trying not to get your hopes up too early. “jun, i need you to clarify for me. you love me, like you love your mom, or you love me like– like something else?”

he nods, considering. “something else.”

you let out a nervous laugh. “you’re an idiot, jun,” you say, still not believing what you’ve heard.

he giggles and looks back down at his mug. “so… can i be your boyfriend now?”

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Bodyguard / Matty Healy x Reader

Thank you so much to the anon that requested this, I hope you enjoy it. I may have got a little carried away with this one ❤️

You love going to award shows with Matty and the band, but you always feel a little bit of anxiety, when it comes to being out and about in public with him. There is bound to be paparazzi following him most of the time and it isn’t something he can help. With it being the night of the Brits, the paparazzi are everywhere and Matty can sense your apprehension about being around them.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you,” Matty says reassuringly, placing a hand on the small of your back and gently guiding you into the venue.

Once inside and seated next to Matty, you settle down immediately. You love the buzz of an award show even if your nerves are high waiting to see if the band will win the awards they are nominated for.

As the nominees for Best Rock/Alternative Act are read out, Matty has a tight grip on your hand. You know his nerves are through the roof, which is why it is such a relief to hear the words, ‘The Brit award goes to The 1975!'

Matty, you and the rest of the band jump out of your seats. Both his hands quickly finding their way to your cheeks as he pulls you in to kiss him.

“I’m so proud of you Matty!” You shout over the noise, before he is quickly whisked away to the stage.

Unusually for Matty, his speech is short but you’ll never tire of him thanking you for being his muse whilst writing the band’s albums. Minutes later and the whole band is back at the table.

“Are we celebrating later then lads?” Ross asks.

“Of course!” replies a chorus of Matty, George and Adam.

You’ve no idea where you’ll be heading but you can’t wait, you always love a good after-party.

A little while later, with the award ceremony over, everyone is slowly leaving the venue. The plan is to head to the Brits’ after-party and finish the night at one of the band member’s houses.

Matty’s hand finds its way to the small of your back, once again, as he guided you towards the car waiting outside for you both.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Matty asks once you are both seated inside the car.

“You have mentioned it a couple of times,” You reply through a giggle, “You don’t look so bad yourself Mr Healy.”

Without even thinking about where you are, you find your lips colliding with Matty’s. You get completely lost in each other, wishing that you were back at home, alone, but knowing this will have to do for now.

“Erm... we’ve arrived,” calls the driver awkwardly, from the front of the car, making the pair of you separate quickly. The journey felt a lot quicker than you both expected.

You straighten your dress and Matty straights his tie before his hand finds the small of your back once more and he gently guides you out of the car.

What you aren’t expecting, is the barrage of paparazzi waiting outside the venue hoping to get a picture of those attending the after-party. You immediately tense up, a wave of anxiety coursing through you.

Matty’s hand find yours, gripping it tightly, before he whispers in your ear, “I’ve got you baby, we’ll be inside in no time.”

You are almost in the venue without hassle when suddenly you find yourself being pushed to the ground by an over-eager paparazzi guy trying to get a picture of the person stepping out of the car that has just arrived.

“What the fuck!” Matty shouts immediately going to pick you up from the floor.

“Are you ok love?” He asks worriedly.

“I think so, I may have a few bruises tomorrow, but I’m ok,” You assure him.

“Hann, will you just take her out of the way of these lot for a minute, I’ll be back in a second, just want to give that twat a piece of my mind,” Matty shouts over the noise.

You don’t even have time to tell him there is no need before he starts shouting at the paparazzi guy who knocked you down. You can hear him clearly, despite all the other noise happening around you.

“Do you not look where you are going before chasing down a picture mate?” Matty asks the paparazzi guy.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock her down,” replies the paparazzi guy.

“I should bloody well hope you didn’t. In future, watch where you are going and be more aware of your surroundings. I won’t be as nice if it happens again.” Matty says before walking back over to where you are standing with Hann.

“Are you sure you’re alright love?” Matty asks unable to disguise the worry in his voice.

“I’m fine, I promise. Just a little shaken up and probably bruised.” You reply.

“I’ll message you guys later, go in without us,” He says to Hann before guiding you around the side of the venue knowing you need time to relax.

After a little bit of searching, you both manage to find a quiet spot for you to catch your breath for a few minutes.

“I hate how ignorant and pushy the paparazzi are,” He says whilst lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

“I do too, but I do like seeing how protective you get of me,” You joke pushing his arm lightly.

“I thought you might do,” Matty replies snaking an arm around your shoulder, “I’m always here to protect you.”

“You’re like my own personal bodyguard,” You reply. “I’m so proud of you for winning the award tonight so please don’t let some silly paparazzi ruin your night.”

“Honestly babe, I’d much rather just head home with you and have a party of our own,” He says before asking, “What do you say to that?”

“I couldn’t think of anything better Mr Healy,” You say before your lips meet his in a quick but passionate kiss.

“Let’s head home then,” He says before his hand finds the spot it has been the on most this evening, the small of your back, and he guides you towards one of the awaiting taxi’s outside the venue.

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The Life of Stardom Sentence Prompts

For muses that are within the music/idol/celebrity life style. Here are some prompts targeted for interactions for those living in the stardom. They can be angst, fluffy or whatever you come up with.

Action Prompts

[scandal]: there is a tremendous scandal about our muses are secretly dating.

[concert]: our muses prepare for a duo concert to be performed live.

[movie]: our muses are cast in a movie or drama together as the leading roles.

[model]: our muses are chosen to model together for a magazine

[talk show]: our muses appear on a talk show as guest stars.

[tabloid]: there is a tabloid about slandering our muses, and they work together to clear up their names.

[compose]: our muses meet to write a song together.

[club]: our muses meet for the first time in a VIP club for celebrities.

[tour]: our muses are touring together across the country.

[rivalry]: our muses are rivals and try to sabotage the other to get to the top.

[trainee]: our muses meet as trainees that just recently joined the industry.

[mentorship]: one muses mentor another muse that just started out as a celebrity.

[commercial]: our muses are starring in a commercial to promote a new product.

[streaming]: one muse invites the other to stream with them on their personal channel.

[class]: our muses meet in class and end up as partners

[paparazzi]: our muses are trying to escape a crowd of paparazzi that are invading their personal life.

[autograph]: our muses meet at an autograph signing event

[stalker]: one muse stays with another because they’re being stalked by a fan.

[backup]: one muse shows up as a replacement for a gig at the last minute because of a crisis.

[band]: one muses joins as a new member of a band/or group after an audition.

[charity]: our muses volunteer to host a charity event. [dance off]: one muse challenges another to a dance off live [contest]: our muses are competing in a contest on music or tv show.

Dialouge

“Haven’t seen the news? Some spread a rumor we’re dating! Isn’t that insane?”

“Looks like they found out about us dating. What should do? Should we deny it?”

“The company thinks it’s best we pretend to be dating for a while.”

“Thank you for agreeing to do a duo concert with me!”

“Don’t misunderstand. I’m only helping you to get more famous.”

“They’ve cast you as my leading man/lady? I didn’t know you can even act.”

“Welcome to the industry! I’ll be your mentor/manager for the time being.”

“Wow, you’re______! It’s an honor to meet up like this?”

“There is no way I’m letting you take the spotlight.”

“I…I think I’m being stalked by someone.”

“I can’t believe I’m getting an autograph from another celebrity!"

“Why can’t they just leave us alone? Idols are people too!”

“Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other. I don’t need rumors about our past getting out.”

“Um…is this the audition for the new band/group? I heard you’re looking for a new member.”

“ There is no way we’re letting them get away with slandering us like this!”

“Hey_____! Can I get an interview with you on my stream?”

“I think we lost them. I don’t think I can handle another flash of a camera.”

“I know our style doesn’t niche well, but I want to write a song with you.”

“You’re_________? Sorry, I’m not impressed.”

“Just because we’re working on this project together doesn’t make us allies. I’m still going to crush you.”

“Thanks for agreeing to do this charity event with me.”

“Guess who’s here to save the show?”

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Arkhelios Adventures

Edana paused, looking at the restricted chambers before her. Strangetown's Royal Cemetery was a sight few people ever saw in their lifetime. It was a private property that even historical researchers needed strict permission to enter, deep in the original ruins of Old Strangetown.

If she wanted to sleep peacefully again, Edana needed to find out why her dreams were filled with her brother's screams. Only by confronting her past, would her future become clear. This was the closest she could get to Adam without dying herself. This plan had to work; Edana had no other ideas to fall back on.

Edana entered the chamber where notable, non monarchs were entombed. It had been a kindness she could never repay to have Adam resting here. King Charley had been gracious to her when she needed him most. She'd been a lonely teenager living in a ruin of her brother's own making with nowhere to go. Entombing her brother in a safe, isolated chamber where no one could intrude and cast spells with his ashes was a kindness she hadn't expected and Adam hadn't deserved. The rest of her fallen coven had been buried in a secret location, and their bones had been caked in salt to prevent supernatural discovery, including those of Adam's children's mother. There was no other way to think of the birth mother of her niece and nephew. She was the woman who had laughed in Edana's face when she pleaded for her to leave the cult she'd sucked Adam into. She had a name and presumably a family of her own to be disappointed in her, but Edana didn't care. She'd give the name to her niece and nephew should they ever ask her about that woman, but the less Edana thought of it, the easier it was to pretend that she'd never existed in the first place. Not a healthy coping mechanism according to the therapist Charley had made her visit once, but it was working just fine for her.

The tomb was filled with tapestries and paintings of the deities who Strangetown worshipped over the centuries, each more intricate than the last. Snobby Pleasantview thought themselves to be the center of the universe, while Strangetown remembered the old ways.

She trailed her fingers along the wall, lost in her memories. There was magic here so old and dark, she couldn't even begin to comprehend it. It was the kind of old magic her brother had tried to tap into before he died, and now it would seal him to this place, protecting the world from his wicked ways.

When she thought of that ancient magic, an old nursery rhyme came to mind, one that she had learned before she could even read.

Lukas and Death, a dance of fate

One guards life, the other, death's gate

In the tapestry of night where destinies weave

Lukas protects, the reapers retrieve

And Old Alpheus, a cautionary lore

Of power lost forevermore.

Demons had conquered the land long ago, driving the aliens from their home and decimating society as it stood. One demon with piercing yellow eyes ruled over the land, rebuilding it in the image of the void. Alpheus ruled for several centuries without a challenge and then, in an instant, he was gone. Defeated. His empire decimated and an entirely new royal family installed. The lesson was to never rest, never assume that you were safe and that people followed you blindly. Once you did that, you were done for. It was a cruel lesson to learn as a child, but it was one that was needed. Edana had thought she was safe and in an instant, she had nothing. She was lucky to still be alive.

I wonder what would happen if Alpheus was ever summoned? Could he reclaim his empire? Was he even still alive?

All of her musings died the instant she saw the familiar urn on the wall. How tightly she had once gripped that urn, sobbing into the smooth marble until all rational thought had left her. The portrait she had picked out herself. It was Adam as she chose to remember him, right after graduating and officially becoming a member of the Strangetown coven. Back before he broke their family.

"Mom, Mother, I apologize for not visiting as often as I should. Vrai goes on and on about the futility of visiting here, but I know you can hear me. I know there is a connection between us that death cannot sever. We are descendants of demigods and my heart is strong. Nick, Tristianne, I call to you too. I miss you more than words could say. Medora is growing up into a beautiful young lady and it's my privilege to protect her for you two."

Charley lit one of the many candles in the room, whispering a prayer as he did so.

"Mother, things at home are stable. We're prospering even. I take my oath to protect our kingdom seriously, just as my daughter will one day as well. I miss you. So do Vrai and Jasone, even though one thinks crystal witchcraft is the right direction for his life and one...worships the ocean, I guess? Give me the strength to guide them back to the old ways or at the very least, try to keep Life out of the castle if that is within your control. Please?"

Anna paused, giving her uncle privacy with his loved ones. He truly was devoted to preserving the ways taught to him by his mother. Anna had been taught those same ways in the afterlife with her grandmother and she couldn't possibly interrupt his spiritual time. Vrai wasn't entirely right about his brother's faith. While people couldn't speak directly to their lost loved ones, her grandmother was absolutely sharing a connection with her son. It was more of a warm feeling that spread across a soul than actual words, but that connection was there. It was holy and sacred and natural.

She avoided the urn to her left, the one with her portrait as the young girl she'd been when she died. It was an unusual sensation to stand next to your own grave, but it happened to reapers from time to time. There was still a sacred connection between her reaper form and her physical remains. That connection had made her children possible and tied them to her family.

Communion with the dead was sacred in this hallowed place, filled with the bloodline of the Toyonaga family. This connection was protected and revered and was not the reason why she had been called there.

Something else was happening, something perverse and wrong. Anna wasn't here to reminisce, she was here to work.

"Why, Adam? Why did you have to ruin everything? Why couldn't you just listen to me?"

Tears rolled down Edana's face as she tried to reason why she was here. She had to figure out what was calling to her, but how could she even start when addressing her dead brother brought her to tears? Her brother had left a huge, gaping wound in her heart that would never heal, and the more she tried to ignore it, the deeper it cut.

"Eden, I'm sorry. Please believe me. I never wanted things to go this way."

A strange pressure on her shoulder jolted Edana from her thoughts. It was lighter than a bird would be, choosing her as a perch, but with an intensity that didn't make sense. Sensations of light and heavy, cold and warmth overwhelmed the witch as her brain struggled to comprehend the situation.

"W-what? Adam? How...."

Surprise instantly melted into anger as Edana whipped around to confront the source of the sensations.

"Turncoat! Traitor!"

Edana held her wand under the spirit's neck, daring it to move against her. She didn't personally know any spells to harm ghosts, as they were exceedingly rare, but she could easily bluff her way to safety, especially if this spirit were actually her brother. Out of the two siblings, Edana was the one who actually studied in school.

"Eden, it's me. I have to warn you of something. It's important and I don't have much time."

Edana bristled at the use of her childhood nickname. No one called her that. It was Adam's name for her and she'd destroy anyone else who tried to wield it against her.

"What could you possibly tell me?" she demanded of the spirit. "If you really are my brother, then I can't trust you! I watched you take in dark magic. You brought two lives into the world just to use their life-force to lure Death! Who does that? You're sick and a monster and I hate everything that you became! What could you possibly tell me that I don't know about you?"

The spirit hung his head in shame.

"Eden, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just-"

"Are you even going to ask about them? Your children? The two innocents who I have to lie to every time they ask about you and that viper who stole away your decency? What am I supposed to tell them, Adam? Because of you, we have no family left. Dad is gone, you're gone and every other member of our coven is burning in eternal fire for your crimes against nature! I'm completely alone because of you!"

"There's actually no eternal fire," Adam replied, choosing the less emotional item to give an answer to. "Anyway, listen. You don't know how much it took for me for me to get this far. Tell the kids hi, if you have to, but listen to me first. You're in danger. Strangetown is in danger. The Darktide line can't fall, and I'm sorry, but it all falls on you. All I can do is warn you."

"Warn me?" Edana seethed. "Like you warned me about destroying everything we'd worked for? About following Charlotte into madness?"

"Could you please listen long enough to hear my message of certain doom for our family? You never understood me or what we could have accomplished. We could have been gods. We could have remade the world in our image, but you never could see past your own limitations. You always have to be right, even if you're proven wrong."

"Me? Wrong? Excuse me, but who's the ghost here, and who's the leader of the Strangetown coven?" Edana demanded, earning an eye roll from her brother's spirit.

"You mean the position you got by sleeping with the head of the Pleasantview coven and because there was literally no one else left? Yeah, you're a real star," Adam remarked. "I'm sure Dad's real proud to have Pleasantview Maricourt grandkids. They've always been wonderful to our family."

"You traitorous piece of shit!"

"Better than being the whore of a Maricourt!"

The two siblings quickly devolved into the same squabbles that had defined their relationship in their youth, completely lost in their anger. Neither one of them heard the slight flapping of black wings or felt the gaze of the undead creature that watched them.

"Charley! I finally found you! I need to warn you about something!"

Leo Toyonaga ran to his uncle, but the king could sense that something was off. Firstly, Leo usually addressed him as "Your Majesty" even when the king had pleaded with him to stop while not in the public eye. Secondly, the few times that Leo listened to his request, it was always "Uncle Charley". Leo's father had drilled lessons on etiquette and royal behavior into him growing up and the poor kid even called the mailman by the title on his palace employment contract. "Uncle" was still a title he could use, which meant that the person in front of him was not his nephew-at least not a nephew who was in control of himself.

"Something bad is coming. Strangetown needs to prepare. You need to give me clearance to speak with the army. You have to give me funding to prepare. I can feel something happening, you need to-"

"Lukas, enough with the games," Charley sighed, rubbing his temples. "Release my nephew. We had a discussion about possessing my family, along with all the other boundaries you promised to adhere to. Leo may be 'destined' to work with you, but as long as he's in my country, he's my subject, and you will cease your aggression against my subjects!"

"That's the thanks I get for trying to warn you about something big? Fine, enjoy your painful deaths, the afterlife's a great place to spend eternity. You'll love it."

"Lukas, what the hell? You promised not to possess people again, especially not me! We talked about this. There's ways to contact the royal office without stealing bodies."

"I came to warn you," Lukas repeated angrily. "Do you need me to fill out paperwork when something is wrong? I have a family of my own to get back to, you know."

Charley rolled his eyes. He'd heard this story before. The one time Lukas had submitted paperwork to the palace, it was a note signed from the former queen, telling her son to release a set of tiaras to the deity. Charley had firmly refused the demand easily enough, and no other posthumous notes had ever come his way.

"Then just the highlights are fine," Leo replied, shaking his head to try to shake off the psychic control. "I'm sure your family is missing you."

"There's something old coming," Lukas declared irritably. "There are currents in the Ocean, surely you can feel them too. Strangetown is right in the storm's path. The Islands too. You need to prepare for the worst. I don't think deaths have been scheduled yet, but that time is coming. As my eyes and ears in the living realm, I need you to be on alert, Leo. The ghosts of Strangetown cannot return, if that's what this is."

"Ghosts?" Leo repeated. Behind him, his uncle was nodding solemnly.

"As protector of this land, I will do anything to prevent that," the king swore. "That darkness will never return."

"Let's hope not. I'll be back when I have more."

With those words, Lukas vanished from view, leaving uncle and nephew perplexed.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Spirit! You are not permitted to be in this realm! You will return with me this instant and submit to a formal review of your actions. It is forbidden to return to this realm after death. Do not speak with the living and prepare to be returned to where you have left."

Edana was startled at the sudden appearance of a reaper and even more surprised that she recognized the celestial being. Anna Goldman had her hands out, leeching the energy that made up Adam's form to drain him of his power.

While she had always known that Anna's job required her to guard and maintain the afterlife, Edana had never actually imagined how that might look in practice. The shy mother of three looked nothing like the woman Edana had met at a family dinner. This creature was eerily beautiful, strong and as infinite as the stars themselves. No wonder her brother had wanted that power for himself. It was intoxicating to see.

"Eden! Eden, look for a reaper named Atem! The one from the old stories! He's in Arkhelios, he knows what's going to happen!"

Edana frantically searched her memory for a story about a reaper named Atem, while trying to hold on as long as she could to the flickering image of her brother.

"He can help! If you want to find out who killed the Twikkii Island royals and make your idiot husband look like a hero, find him! That-that guy Dumbass Josh married, he's seen-"

"The lost son of the Grim Reaper? For god's sake, Adam, the Grim Reaper killed you and now you're after his son? The one who hasn't been seen in centuries? What's wrong with you?"

With an apologetic smile, Anna lifted her hand, directing Adam's spirit back towards the afterlife and then faded away herself, leaving Edana suddenly alone in the tomb.

"Adam? Can you still hear me?"

When her question was met with silence, Edana felt herself release the tension in her shoulders. Whatever had happened was now over. Adam was gone, and hopefully, her dreams about him would be too.

How on Earth had her brother snuck out from the afterlife? What unholy sacrifice had he made to yet again thumb his nose at the Grim Reaper? The next family dinner at the Goldman's was going to be awkward, that was for sure.

Sorry, Anna, my idiot brother broke the rules again to probably harass your boss in some way. For some reason, I thought being dead would stop him.

But what was so important that Edana needed to be warned about? The explosion that had made Maura queen had happened over six years ago now and no one still had any real clue as to what had happened.

She would research this further then. There wasn't a nursery rhyme to memorialize Atem in Strangetown history, but she had enough of a memory to start with. He was the Grim Reaper's son, she remembered that much, and he hadn't been seen since what, the Demon Wars? Maybe longer? Had he been involved with the destruction of Alpheus? She couldn't remember. A trip to the archives was in order.

She needed time to unpack all of her feelings. Ewan would help talk her through this. He was good at breaking things down to a simple point and seeing through someone's lies. He also might understand Adam's insistence that his half-brother had seen something relevant to the threat. Leo had a lot of weird beliefs and stories, but as far as Edana knew, he was harmless. Connected to a sociopath deity, but otherwise harmless.

"Oh Adam, what have you gotten me into now?"

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #edana darktide #sim: edana darktide #charley toyonaga #lukas lane #sim: leo toyonaga #sim: anneken toyonaga #anneken toyonaga

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"Lady's Baby" (Tork) alternate vocal [More on YouTube.] Photo 1 in this video by Nurit Wilde, photo 2 by Bridgeman Images.

"[At the Troubadour, Peter] sang one of his new songs, ‘Lady’s Baby,’ and was called back for an encore." - Disc and Music Echo, May 18, 1968 (x)

“Peter isn’t sure what he’s going to do now [that he has left The Monkees], but he’s feeling free for the first time in months. Toward the end of the Monkees’ run at Screen Gems, Peter said they’d go into recording sessions and not even speak to each other much less play together.” - Circus, June 1969

“[Davy] got sick of banging the tambourine all day long. And [Micky] lost faith in himself. He never did believe he was a decent drummer, so he didn't want to do it anymore. Mike wanted to produce his own records. He wanted to have total control. I was the only one who believed in the group per se, and so there I was all by myself, wanting a group, with nobody to be a group with.” - Peter Tork, When The Music Mattered (1984)

“Taking the expression of following one’s muse quite literally, [Peter] sought to re-create in the studio the very environment that inspired him to compose the song. This endeavor included having a recording engineer crawl on the ground after young Justin to capture real-life ‘smiles and coos’ (as in the song’s lyrics). Both lady and baby giggled and squeaked through hours of expensive recording time, which seemed to infuriate some members of the band and their musical coordinator, the late Lester Sill. ‘“Lady’s Baby” was a very weird and ridiculous situation,’ recalls engineer Hank Cicalo. ‘To accommodate Peter at the time, he wanted to do this thing and he wanted it to be real spacey. So what we did was we set up the studio and brought rugs in and made a little room with pillows. He would bring his friends in and they’d sit around and he’d play a little bit. It was pretty outrageous: days and days of doing the same piece of material. ‘They would just sit around for hours and drink wine and carry on, and try to get takes of this tune. Maybe we would make one or two takes. It was OK for me as an engineer because it was like taxi time. But he wouldn’t take any help from anybody. At this point in time I thought my communication with the guys was pretty good, and I could talk to them and whatever else. There were a couple of times he got a little hot about doing this. I’d say, ‘Hey, you’re wasting a lot of time. Either we do this track, or we get on with it.’ We must have done a hundred takes on that thing. He sort of went off on his own in a lot of ways. And there was a little resentment between the guys in not working together.’” - The Birds, The Bees & The Monkees box set liner notes

“Hey listen, fair is fair. They laugh and joke about that [‘Lady’s Baby’]. OK, it cost as much to do I think as ‘Good Vibrations.’ They were laughing about Peter Tork, but that [song] is a true-to-life thing. He was living with a woman [Karen Harvey] at the time and she had a little baby [Justin Hammer] and that changed his life, you know? That gave him something to think about. He was being downtrodden by the studio in regard to his recording and his playing and his songs and everything else, but the guy was the salt of the earth. It wasn’t just Hare Krishna, waterbeds and brown rice. That guy was a very, very accomplished musician. He needed magic to be able to get in and do ‘Lady’s Baby.’ It’s a nice song. It’s true. It’s got the warmth and everything of what he was living. ‘Lady’s Baby’ touches me, lets me know that I am free, whatever it is. I remember it so well. It’s a real tune, you know? I love it.” - Davy Jones, The Monkees: The Day-By-Day Story of the '60s TV Pop Sensation (2005) (x)

"[M]y darling Karen, with whom I am still very good friends all these years later.” - Peter Tork during his My Life In The Monkees & So Much More tour, 2013 (x)

"We’re still very, very good friends." - Karen Harvey, The News Journal, July 16, 1989 (x)

Q: “The Birds, The Bees & The Monkees sessions was a productive time in the studio for The Monkees. However, none of your stuff like ‘Lady’s Baby’ and ‘Tear The Top Right Off My Head’ made it to the album. How come?” Peter Tork: “To tell you truth… I… I never was able in those days particularly — I’m getting better at it these days — but in those days I was almost entirely unable to fight for what I saw as quality. If I didn’t get somebody fighting on my behalf then it didn’t, just didn’t come to pass. And none of the other guys was much interested in supporting my sense of quality, they had their own agendas and each one of them… I mean, not that I was left out in this regard, no one of us really supported any of the others except that, that I like to think that I tried to support Micky in a way which, for some reason, he never did pick up on. I mean, I think that Micky has a certain kind of genius that he was never able to acknowledge in himself. But be any of that as it may, I just basically think that I wasn’t feeling a part of it anymore already by that point, I’d already felt like I was odd man out, and of course I quit almost immediately thereafter. In fact, I think it’s The Birds, The Bees & The Monkees that has some tunes that were recorded after I quit.” - Headquarters radio, September 1989 (x)

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