#and n totally goes with mc just to help and with no other intentions

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mingi x reader, where reader is a super famous actress who is known to be an atiny. but mingi is a fanbiy as well.

> how would mingi ask her out?

> how will people react?

Ah I love this!

fanboy!Mingi is the most endearing idea to me lol.

when I got this ask I was having a creative slump but since the comeback I have been INSPIRED!

[This has been written in the third person for convenience and the reader goes by she/her. Let me know if you'd prefer it in second!]

Also, it was inspire by this tiktok of kwak dongyeon and kim sohyun.

so instead of answering it straight up, I'm going to set the scene:

Y/n has never shied away from admitting to being an atiny, mainly through vouching for or promoting ateez when she's doing lives or just posting on socials. She has always made an effort to acknowledge their comebacks and other performances. It almost became an ongoing joke between her and her own fans and some fellow atinys about how she was so dedicated and wished for them to 'notice' her. It got out of hand to the point that interviewers and journalists would bring up the topic and jest about it all, some going as far as asking her who her favorite was and how she got into them.

Unbeknownst to her as well as her fans, she's been noticed by ateez for a long, long time, specifically by Mingi. Nobody really knew about his tiny obsession with her, until he slipped up one day on b.stage, telling the fans to go watch the series she was acting in. There was only mild praise about her performance, masking the post as a promotion for the series more than her.

Fans already began to stir, and y/n of course, couldn't help but find out about this small recommendation, but she played it cool, merely stating that she was 'honored' to have such an opportunity to be mentioned by the people she respected and thought so highly of.

Fans adored the small interaction, her fans, in particular, cheering her on and congratulating her.

Seeing the reaction, Mingi was already losing his shit, not realizing that she would get wind of the news so quickly. Oddly enough, it only spurred him on against his better judgment to then make yet another post about another series she happened to act in, now being more brazen about his affinity towards her, adding screenshots or photos of her, leaving comments like "so pretty," "wow" "she acts so well ㅜㅜ".

Fans immediately began to investigate (read: interrogate) Mingi, asking him if he liked her or if she was his celebrity crush and such. To fans' concern, y/n went more radio silent about the whole thing, opting to only speak about promotional or professional things, avoiding ateez as a topic of conversation as best as she can.

While it was her manager who warned against making too many comments, she was also going through some sort of euphoric high that she didn't want to let out in case it scared ateez away. Was that a rational concept? no. Will she still avoid speaking of ateez in fear of being 'unprofessional' and over-rambling or fangirling a bit 'too much' over Mingi? yes.

This is the first time it was truly her moment to shine. She may have had a lead role before, but this was different. This was cute, hot, talented Mingi from Ateez acknowledging and complimenting her out in the open even though that could totally be a risk to his career. The stakes were high! (not really, but hey, she was an actress for a reason - the natural drama).

It was just a matter of contacting him...but how? It was difficult not to overthink how to go about this matter. She could just contact him through social media but, ateez share their sns. She could try and approach him at award shows but the chances of even being at the same one are low.

Good thing she didn't have to do much before the perfect opportunity presented itself right at her doorstep in the form of a phone call from a variety show mc with whom she once worked.

They apparently phoned with the intention of letting Mingi say hi to her (later revealed on the aired episode, his presumed crush). He and who she assumed to be some other hosts were snickering as Mingi timidly said a hello, asking how she was and wishing her well.

It was painfully strange to hear what was occurring on the other side of the call, an overall ruckus, alongside squeals and mumbles, some that definitely sounded like Mingi when the MC was asking her permission to give Mingi her number, to which of course she wouldn't dare deny.

There were a few days that went by, making her nervous about the whole ordeal; wondering if they ever did give Mingi her number or if he even planned to text her.

But one magnificent notification later, she was delightfully greeted by an awkward text.

Mingi had been a nervous wreck since the show. Not only was he nervous for it to air in the first place, but having the hosts put him on the spot like that was a seriously anxiety-provoking experience, and one he thoroughly hopes he never has to go through again.

However, he did have Y/n's contact name staring right back at him so perhaps it was worth the pain he went through. He also had his members to ease his mind and cheer him on after going on the show and at the time, Yunho's presence beside him made the promotion a bit more worthwhile.

Wooyoung and San were chiding him for not immediately texting Y/n when the opportunity presented itself, but he waved them off, saying he'd do it, only to stare at the blaring light of his phone screen in defeat throughout his days. Typing and backspacing his life away.

He sent the text,

"Hello, this is Ateez Song Mingi"

and proceeded to throw the phone on his bed aggressively, mentally punching himself, instantly regretting his whole entire life.

Luckily, it only made Y/n giggle, feeling too giddy to even conceptualize the extent of the awkwardness in the text.

She replied simply, attempting to make small conversation, as she kicked her feet, shoving her head into a pillow, trying to regulate this rush of energy she was feeling.

Meanwhile, he was grabbing his phone like a lifeline, holding it far too close to his face and trembling mildly while typing back.

The slight tension that came with learning and speaking to a new person floated away steadily over the next few days as they continued to text non-stop, peeling down barriers and steadily changing the relationship. It no longer was able to be classified as a simple acquaintanceship and parasocial crush.

After some discussion with members and friends, Mingi realized he needed to meet Y/n in person, no longer satisfied with the little talking they were able to do.

He wanted to be simple in his approach, as to keep everything pressureless and comfortable. So, taking a huge inhale of courage after a few weeks of texting, he dialed your number. He took every preventative measure he could, ensuring that Y/n was not on a schedule and realistically free during this time.

Hearing his voice over the phone was very different from the first time she heard his voice. The first time was rushed, and noise pollution made it a bit hard to think straight, but this time was different. This time she could appreciate the deepness of his voice. How smooth it is when he sounds confident and sure, even with that slight stutter which gave his nervous disposition away, it was something she wouldn't mind becoming more familiar with.

"I was wondering if we could have a meal sometime? uh, soon, while we have free schedules-" "Yeah, it would be great to officially meet you!" "Does tomorrow sound alright?" "Sure! We can decide where we eat tomorrow," "Great, it's a date."

the end lol.

He would have his moments where he has some rizz so I had to add that little line at the end ya know?

Let's not lie, people would be ecstatic about the interactions initially, especially some solid fans, but there would be extreme backlash after maybe the second encounter. The first time you go on a date with Mingi could be overlooked, but if it becomes consistent, it could cause quite the stir for better or for worse.

Personally, most atiny I have encountered are chill, so perhaps the backlash wouldn't be as strong, but there definitely will be some sort of it, because that's the unfortunate reality that follows being in the public eye as well as having a job that requires you to sell dreams and be the 'unattainable attainable'

So that's just my take!

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soo this scene in book 3 where eric invites the detective + a member of ub over for dinner... anyone wanna talk about the potential ? my minds been swirling all evening with thoughts 👀

#twc spoilers #twc book 3 demo #twc #mainly Mason thots #thoughts #the absolute deliciousness of drama if we get to choose who to bring #especially after that damn bakery comment #ofc id choose Nate #I would like to say it’s because he’d help verda the most but that’d be a lie #I’ve been all for a n x detective x m triangle since day one #ohhh and n having little flutters of feelings but knowing nothing will happen bc M has practically claimed mc #and Mc now ignoring m completely #and m 1. not realizing they hurt Mcs feelings 2. not realizing this is a lil more with mc 3. knows that n did have feels for Mc #and m noticing how effortlessly mc and n get on #and it’s not the kind of jealousy like with the dogs it’s a whole other pang he can’t seem to figure out #and n totally goes with mc just to help and with no other intentions #and back at the warehouse m can’t stop pacing and patrols extra and wanders around where they should be a little longer than necessary #and m doesn’t know WHY their body is doing these things. nothing makes sense #not me writing a hc in the tags 🙈 #twc hc

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 9

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: I gotta Discord server guys! It's primarily Obey Me but other fandoms are welcome as well. It's kinda baby and dead so me and the other members are looking to revive it and we'd love for you to come join us. A roleplay area is included :) https://discord.gg/F3YEmDZCPS Please remember to read and accept the rules once you join for access to all the channels. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously: “Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?” Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

CHAPTER 9 - Not So Different After All (1754 words)

You were practicing your swordsmanship in the garden clearing when Michael approached you. You’ve been living with the council for 3 decades by now and was confidently running them like Lucifer used to. This left you little time for yourself and you cherished these moments to yourself. That doesn’t mean you don’t like teasing Michael from time to time.

“Good afternoon Y/N”

“Good afternoon to you too Mike. What’s up?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” “Just be glad I don’t call you that at work. Anyway, how can I help you?”

“May I join you?”

“I don’t see why not, but on one condition. If I win, tell me why you despise Lucifer and why you refuse to call him by his new name. If you win, I’ll answer 2 questions with complete honesty, no restrictions on the type of question.”

Michael visibly stiffened at this. He contemplated this for a moment then agreed. He summoned his sword and stood opposite of me in a ready position. I matched his stance and parreyed off with him, signalling the start of our match. Michael started with a calculated quick strike to my neck. I brought my sword up to block his strike and tried to twist it from his grip but he pulled back and made a quick swing toward my left leg. I jumped up and switched to offence striking for his sword arm trying to land a hit. He saw this and backed away. This continued on for a few minutes. Michael attacking and me blocking and returning the favour. After a few more strikes, I saw an opening, he shifted his legs a little too wide. I dropped my weight and swept his feet out from under him. Before he realized, he hit the ground and I was standing above him, my right foot on his sword arm and my sword by his throat.

“Looks like I won.” I withdrew my sword and extended my arm to help him up. He grabbed my hand with a distasteful look on his face, ashamed at making such a mistake and losing to someone with less skill and combat experience than him.

“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

Handing him a towel and some water I sat under a date tree and took a sip from my own bottle.

“Lucifer. I took an interest in it after seeing him practise one day and he took it upon himself to teach me, his excuse being that I should know how to protect myself if I insisted on taking up a blade. Enough of that, you lost, now can you tell me why you despise Lucifer so much?”

Michael took a seat next to me and leaned back against the trunk.

“You mean other than the fact that he went against Father, started a civil war, killed numerous angels, abandoned his duty, embraced the very sins that father forbade us from committing, birthed a demon of wrath, and willingly bowed down to the demon prince and still serves him to this day like a loyal lapdog all because he couldn’t take care of Lillith enough to keep her from trying to break one of our laws to save a human? No, no reason.”

“Wow, and I thought humans were the masters at holding grudges.” I took a swing of my water.

“Think about it, at the root of all that, Lucifer did it to protect his family, to protect his little sister. He may have embraced and embodied the sin of pride, but he pushed all of it away to save her. You don’t really think he serves Diavolo just because he asked him to? His pride would never allow it, and yet he does because by doing so, he can protect his family and the ones he loves. Isn’t that a virtue in Father's eyes, protecting loved ones no matter what you need to sacrifice?”

“Well yes, to an extent. You are supposed to do that, unless it means you defy him. If protecting your family results in you turning your back to him, he’d tell you to leave them behind.”

“Why do you keep calling Lucifer "Samael"?”

“That is the name Father gave him, that is the name I will call him. Samael was my brother and I don’t want to remember him for the destruction he caused but for the moments we shared as brothers. He was the pride of the heavens. Despite that, he embodied humility. He never took advantage of his authority. He always made sure the minority were heard. He worked himself to the point of exhaustion as Father's right hand. He never let the praise get to his head. Despite all that, he still embodied pride. He would never ask for help insisting that he could take care of things. He still took in his siblings and raised them, despite the burdens that were already placed on his shoulders. I used to look up to him and saw him as a role model. I accepted the fact that he is no longer an angel and is now a completely different being. In my mind, Lucifer and Samael are 2 separate creatures. I will remember him as Samael, my brother and best friend and Lucifer as the demon serving Lord Diavolo.”

“Would it make you feel better if I told you that they aren’t that different from each other? Samael may have taken all the burden and worked himself till he passed out from exhaustion, but Lucifer still does that. I can’t tell you the number of times I would enter his study just to find him clinging to consciousness trying to finish the never ending paperwork for both the Devildom and from his brother's antics. He does his best and works himself to the bone to make sure that his family has a roof over their heads, enough food to eat which I got to tell you is hard considering they are living with someone who embodies the sin of gluttony. He works himself to make sure that Diavolo doesn’t do the same and can focus on running his kingdom and school without having to worry too much about what goes on behind the scenes. Even with all those responsibilities he took, he still makes sure to be there and protect his family. He raised Satan as a first time father with no knowledge on demonic children. He always set aside some time each week, no matter how busy he is to spend some time with the rest of us. He may be harsh, but he isn’t heartless. He may look incapable of it, but he is very caring and compassionate towards the ones he holds close to him. He is still very much the Samael you knew, he just looks a little different.”

“Was your intention just to tell me these things so that I wouldn’t act distasteful to you or Samael?” “No, I just wanted you to see things from an outsider's perspective, nothing more.”

With that, I got up and left Michael in the garden to think about what I had said as I went to shower and finish up any outstanding work before dinner.

In the Devildom After they lost Y/N

After they lost Y/N, Asmo could barely function. Some days, he would lock himself in his room and not come out for days on end. When Beel would come and drop off some food, Asmo would always insist he just leave it outside the door. When Beel would come back to collect the plate, he found that only a small portion was eaten and that more than half of the food was left. They would never find out that it was because he was unintentionally starving himself and that he was dropping his self care routine. Other times he would leave for days on end and when he did eventually come home, he was either stoned or drunk out of his mind, but he always had a lingering scent of sex on him. It continued on like this for weeks before Satan found him. Asmo had just come back after being missing for a week and once again refused to leave his room. This time, Satan insisted on delivering his food. He needed to check on his little brother no matter how much Asmo didn’t want him to. When he got to the door he knocked and announced he was coming in. Without waiting for a reply, Satan broke the lock on the door and was greeted with an emotionally exhausted and physically wrecked Asmo laying face up on his bed. Tears streaming down his face. Satan closed the door and looked around the room noticing how everything was thrown around and the state of what used to be one of the most organized rooms in the house, now looking like a hot mess. Carefully, he cleared a spot on his dresser, making sure nothing got damaged in the process and set the tray down. Next he went to the washroom, equally messed up, and located a washcloth. He ran it under some warm water and went back to Asmo, carefully wiping away any tears and smudged make-up. Slowly, Asmo opened his eyes to look up at the soft expression on Satan’s face. He turned his head the other and screwed his eyes shut.

“Asmo, look at me.”

When he didn’t turn his head, Satan asked again, a little softer and put a comforting hand on his shoulder to ground him.

“Asmo, can you please look at me?”

Slowly, Asmo turned his head towards Satan and reluctantly opened his eyes. Satan gently lifted him up and pulled him into an embrace. Asmo couldn’t take it anymore and broke down on Satan’s shoulder. Satan rubbed soothing circles on Asmo’s back and stroked his tangled hair, grounding him. Eventually, when Asmo stopped crying, he pulled away from Satan with a sad smile on his face. Satan cupped his right cheek.

“It’s alright, we all miss them too. It’s ok to break down. When was the last time you took care of yourself?”

“I don’t know,” Asmo mumbled.

“That’s alright. Let’s get some food into your stomach first.”

Satan spent the rest of the night by his brother's side, cleaning his room and slowly, step by step, bringing back how his brother usually looked like. A glowing masterpiece, worthy of both envy and praise.

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(未定事件簿) EVENT! 「消失的黄金」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: The Lost Gold Translations (Xia Yan Chapter 2-03: Coastal Forest)

“Come on, let's go look for whatever tracks Dong Hechuan might have left behind in the Nosta Gull's habitat.”

*Tears of Themis Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *(y/n) is your name when in direct referral; otherwise referred to as MC.

Location: Beach

We went in accordance with Xia Yan's analysis of the matter and headed to the location beamed by his abandoned Terminal, to the area where it overlapped with the Gull's habitat.

I had thought about informing the others about Dong Hechuan's disappearance from our radar, but Xia Yan had felt that it was unnecessary.

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Location: Forest

MC: Should we tell the others about Dong Hechuan's disappearance from our radar?

Xia Yan: Not for now.

Xia Yan: It's just like you said, a person can't get too far even in just an hour.

Xia Yan: Judging from everyone's locations right now, they're all nowhere near where Dong Hechuan could be. They're all too far out.

Xia Yan: If we were to tell them about how we lost him now, it might throw a hitch into their initial plans and goals in coming here.

MC: You do have a point.

MC: Speaking of, there's no news on Tian Yu and Wang Xian, so everything seems normal on that end.

MC: But doesn't this mean that Dong Hechuan didn't contact his accomplices at all even after realizing that they had all been bugged?

Wang Xian, who had brought him here to this Island, was undoubtedly his accomplice; but Tian Yu was also suspected of being another.

Xia Yan: Everyone had been handed communication devices, with the exception of us, before departing for the Island.

Xia Yan: So, theoretically speaking, it'd be hard for him to get in touch with either of them in such a short amount of time.

Xia Yan: But Tian Yu is both the Planner and the Sponsor behind this Event, so there's no telling if he's pulling a couple of strings behind the curtains.

MC: Sounds like you've always been suspecting Tian Yu right from the get-go. Why's that so?

Xia Yan: It has something to do with the missing loot.

I didn't ask him further after he brought up the matter of the loot. Still, I was curious.

Xia Yan: Come on, let's go look for whatever tracks Dong Hechuan might have left behind in the Nosta Gull's habitat.

Xia Yan: Well notify the rest that he has gone missing if we fail to find anything there.

Fortunately, we did find footprints in the Gull's habitat. However...

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MC: There are so many footprints! How do we know which one belongs to Dong Hechuan?

Xia Yan: He's 173m tall, with a weight of 62kg. His shoe size is around 41. All of these will reflect on his footprints.

MC: This place is obviously where many Treasure Hunters landed. There are so many overlapping footprints; how do we even start looking at them…?

MC: I think all I can do here is to help you measure out which ones are around the shoe size of 41.

Xia Yan: Leave the overlapping footprints to me; you handle the cleaner and more prominent ones. Let us begin, my dear Watson!

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The Nosta Gull's habitat was very close to one of the landing sites for the Event. There were about 20 to 30 Treasure Hunters who had passed by this area.

I had initially thought that screening the multitude of footprints here would be an extremely time-consuming task, but I didn't expect Xia Yan to come to a preliminary conclusion shortly after.

Xia Yan: Looks like the bulk of the Treasure Hunters that passed by this area were women.

Xia Yan: There are only two sets of footprints that fit the characteristics of Dong Hechuan's shoe size dimension, stride width, height and weight.

MC: The one I have here fits with the requirements too, but it looks like this person didn't follow the large group.

MC: He was acting alone.

Xia Yan: The ones I have here belong to people who went along with the large group. Judging from the direction they're going in, I'd say they're most probably headed to the Campsite nearby.

MC: Let's split up. We'll be able to confirm his location much faster if we do.

Xia Yan: He didn't come to this Island with the intention of participating in this Treasure Hunt.

Xia Yan: Although the prize money the Organizer prepared is undoubtedly attractive, I don't think Dong Hechuan would want to be on the news, considering how he's still a newly-released inmate.

Xia Yan: Adding on to that, the legality of his sentence reduction is still debatable.

MC: Therefore, he's most likely to be the person acting alone.

MC: Country A's Police searched the entire land upside down 10 years ago in an attempt to find the loot, only to turn up empty…

MC: This goes to show that the whereabouts of the stolen goods is not somewhere where the average person can find.

MC: That's why I stick to my initial conclusion in saying that there's no way Dong Hechuan would be acting with a group of Treasure Hunters.

Xia Yan: But it is not definite. You have to be careful when following the footprints of the large group.

Xia Yan: Follow the footsteps closely, but don't continue onwards if you don't find him at the Camp.

MC: Roger!

MC: Don't worry so much, Xia Yan. I know my limits and I know how to manage myself, so I won't take any impulsive action.

MC: But what do I do, if I find Dong Hechuan in the Camp? Do I alert the Staff at once to detain him?

Xia Yan: Our main purpose for tracking him down is to find out the whereabouts of the stolen goods.

Xia Yan: He'd have already been arrested on board if this issue could be solved just by arresting him.

Xia Yan: We can still focus on tracking him so long as he doesn't show any signs of aggression.

Xia Yan: You can get the Staff to stall him with the excuse of Checking his Terminal while you wait for me to get there.

Xia Yan: But don't hesitate to call Security to arrest him if he shows any signs of aggression.

MC: Got it! You've got to tell me as soon as possibly if you find him on your end!

Xia Yan: Yes; remember, no making contact with him alone.

After agreeing to contact each other regularly, Xia Yan and I split paths in the Coastal Forest.

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Location: Forest

Various figures passed by his hiding spot amidst the lush foliage. Perhaps it was due to the coloring of his clothes, camouflaging him, for it was hard to find any of his tracks in the area.

He was like an Elf of the Forest, walking through the place with light footsteps and astounding familiarity as he tracked his quarry.

Xia Yan: Hm?

Not far into his tracking, the figure of his target entered his sight, and…

Xia Yan: ……

He withdrew a pair of binoculars and carefully observed the man out of caution. The man appeared to be in his 40s, but his appearance was totally different from that of Dong Hechuan's. He was sleeping, in the shade of a tree.

Xia Yan: No… That's…

Xia Yan: (Y/n)!

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WAYHAVEN WEEK 2020 DAY 2

Pairing: Nate/F!Detective (Amelia ‘Mia’ Kingston) Prompt: Feral/Tender  Note: I’m going to be taking so many creative liberties with the interpretation of these propmts lol, this is just the start of a series of reaches. 

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Amelia is many things and she’s big enough to admit most of them aren’t exactly nice. From selfish to straight-up rude, she’s pretty sure she’s been called just about any insult under the sun and, like, she gets it, okay? She’s kind of a shit person and that’s okay. (She’s working on it, anyway. Sort of. Kinda.)

But her vices don’t just stop there, of course not; that would be too easy. No, instead she has to be impatient too and that along with her sheer refusal to follow rules means, unfortunately, that she’s also a terrible cook. It’s not a problem usually, but her own inadequacy is definitely annoying her today.

But here’s the thing, why the hell should she only add a pinch of salt? Who wrote that stupid recipe and why do they think they can tell her what to do? They can’t. A pinch of salt is simply not enough for all the food she’s thrown together in the pot and a few hours ago, she felt justified in adding more.

Now, sitting across of Nate at her tiny dining table, choking on all the flavours she’s managed to cram into a single bite, she feels less justified.

She lets out an annoyed sigh.

“I’m sorry, that’s shit.” The word ‘sorry’ doesn’t usually feature in her vocabulary but it’s Nate, and, well, she’s fucked up pretty bad; she feels that deserves making an exception.

“I wouldn’t say that,” he protests immediately and actually, she believes that. He’d definitely find a fancier, nicer way to say it. “It just has a lot of flavour.”

There it is, she thinks almost fondly, but then Nate smiles over at her and adds, “Kind of like you.”

In any other case, she would assume she’s just been insulted. When it comes to Nate, however, she’s pretty sure he doesn’t mean it as an insult. He’s much too nice for that, and even Amelia who’s so used to expecting the worst from people can’t bring herself to do that with him.

“Thanks, I guess. But you don’t have to worry about sparing my feelings or whatever, y’know? We can just order pizza.”

Nate shakes his head emphatically. “No, no, please. You've put time and effort into this meal, I would like to finish it.”

She throws him a sceptical look. “Really? Like, all of it?”

“All of it.” And she watches with furrowed brows as he willingly takes another bite of his food, chewing for some time before smiling encouragingly at her and adding, “The meat is very tender!”

“Tender,” she repeats, unimpressed. “That’s the best you can come up with.”

“It’s also very… fiery.”

She holds back a wince at that; it’s possible that in a fit of inspiration and creativity she might’ve gone a bit overboard with the spices as well. But honesty is hard, even with Nate, and in comparison, flirtation is much easier. So she lets a smirk spread on her lips as she leans forward to rest an elbow on the table and props her chin up on her hand.

“Let me guess. Fiery, kind of like me.”

Nate raises an eyebrow, but it doesn’t take long for him to respond in kind; it’s one of the things that draw Amelia most to him, his ability to just adapt to whatever she throws at him. “Precisely like you. Fiery, spicy, with a certain… bite to it.”

She can’t help her snort. “That was such a line. But go on, finish your ‘tender’ chicken, Casanova, and then we can see about dessert.”

He chuckles in response and goes to take another bite. Amelia, meanwhile, just watches him; she has no intention at all of eating the abomination on her plate, and she doesn’t have an amazing girlfriend whose feelings she doesn’t want to hurt either so she’s curious to see how far Nate will go in that regard.

“We could cook together someday,” he suggests once he’s swallowed down yet another bite. “Only if you’d like to, of course.”

“It’s a pass from me, man, sorry. I don’t really do the whole cooking thing.”

It takes a moment for her to realise why Nate suddenly smiles at her, so warm and fond, and once the realisation hits, she hurries to backtrack, “I mean, I totally cook all the time. I didn’t do all that just for you. It’s something I do. All the time.”

Nate, to his credit, doesn’t bat an eye. “Of course,” he agrees easily.

Amelia frowns at him, to which he just keeps smiling. It’s weird. He’s weird. Amelia may not be the best at the whole dating thing, but she doesn’t need to be; Nate is just too nice and perfect for her to understand anyway.

It’s a problem she’s never had with Bobby, her only other real ‘boyfriend’. With him, they were just assholes together, both perfectly aware of each other’s shitty attitude. And it worked. (Then again, did it really? Considering she can barely stomach talking to him now, Amelia’s inclined to think of their relationship as one big fat failure -- yet another reason she doesn’t really do dating.)

With Nate, though, it constantly catches her off-guard how nice he is for the sake of being nice and how much she feels for him already after knowing him for only half a year. It scares her.

“Mia?” he calls out and her eyes snap back to him. He’s looking at her, eyebrows furrowed in concern that still confuses a part of her. “Are you okay?”

It’s easy to wave a hand dismissively and turn to sarcasm. “Sure. Just tryna figure out if your vampire healing is gonna save you from all that poison I’m feeding you.”

That draws a chuckle out of him. “I assure you, I’m quite alright.”

“Oh, I’d say so.” She takes in the sight of him once again, notes the extra effort he’s put in for their date, and just as it had when she’d first opened the door, her heart speeds up.

Nate catches her gaze and she’s happy to see similar feelings reflected in his. “I believe you mentioned something about dessert?”

The horrendous meal remains forgotten for the rest of the evening, though Amelia doesn’t consider that a loss. In fact, if anything, it’s a sign that she absolutely shouldn’t, under any circumstances, be allowed inside of a kitchen, ever -- a sentiment Nate seems to find amusing as she tells him so later.

Regardless, a part of her is considering taking him up on that offer to cook together after all, but really, that doesn’t have much to do with cooking and everything to do with just spending time with Nate. And, well, if it means she gets to impress him with her improved cooking skills one day, that’s just a bonus.

--

Also inspired by this ask Sera answered ages ago:

If the detective was a bad cook, “N would eat [the meal] as best they could, but then also offer to cook together to help the MC improve their skills if they wanted to learn. If not, then they would suffer through the meals.”

@otomefandomevents

#wayhaven week 2020 #nathaniel sewell #nate sewell #mc: mia

[seoultraveller]

[A/N: I am kind of writing this for myself (ngl) but I thought it would be interesting to see how something like this plays out. A multi-part AU where the characters are attending university in South Korea. The main female character is black/African-American but that will later become more of a factor as the story goes on. Seonghwa and the MC exchange letters through a book in one of the libraries on campus and without know each other, grow a connection through that. Hongjoong is the classmate and group partner of the MC but has no idea that they are exchanging letters to each other until further on in the story. This part is just a quick introduction to the characters and their overall placements in the story.]

Her Secret Scribe, His Winter Dream (1)

Pairing: Seonghwa x Black Female MC & Hongjoong x Black Female MC

Genre: College!AU

Word Count: 2,885

October 29, 2020 ~4:50am

Waking up at around 4:50am, Seonghwa notices that his textbook, notes, highlighters, and pen are all still neatly placed on his desk. He placed it there with the intent to get some early morning studying in before his shower and a little bit after his shower, just before he left for his first class of the day. He wills himself up from his warm, soft, and comfortable bed to walk to the bathroom to freshen up. On his way to the bathroom, he passes by his roommates partially opened door and takes a peek to see if he made it in last night. Or more like, early this morning. Poking the top of his head through the door opening Seonghwa sees his roommate. There lies Hongjoong, fully clothed, face-first, bag still hanging off of his shoulder, lying on top of his bed, and in the starfish position. All Seonghwa can do is shake his head at his friend, knowing how bad his sleeping habits are and how much is is hardly at the apartment nowadays.

After checking on Hongjoong, Seonghwa goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Then he strips himself of his pajamas and gets into the shower. Showers have always been a bit of a meditative practice to Seonghwa. His average time is forty minutes but there are occasions where he has spent up to 50 minutes or an hour in the shower. He prides himself on his cleanliness, both in how he physically presents himself and the spaces that he exists in (apartment, bed, desk, etc...).

Once his shower is done, he wraps his towel around his hips and then makes his way to the kitchen. There he takes out four eggs, a container of rice, and some steak that he grilled left over from the night before. Next, Seonghwa fills up a pot with water, sets it on one of the eyes of the stove and puts the fire on 8 (one of the highest settings). After dropping the four eggs in the water he rinses his hands off and proceeds to his bedroom to get changed.

Never one to make to much of a fuss of what he wears, Seonghwa puts on an undershirt, then throws on a grey long-sleeved thermal and a pair of black jeans. Long black socks to warm his feet, and he takes out a sweater and a jacket to keep himself warm on his way to class.

It’s around 6:00am by the time he is finished getting dressed and now, he tends to the food that is set out in the kitchen. Reheating the steak and rice, turning off the fire underneath the pot and taking out two of the hard boiled eggs for himself. He puts it all in a bowl that he takes back to his room, and eats at his desk, while going over his notes.

Seonghwa broke up his study time into two 45-minute sessions, which allows him time to prepare a bowl for Hongjoong for breakfast (if he eats it) and make it down to his bus before it pulls up at 8:30am.

Having followed his schedule to a ‘T’ this morning, he was proud of himself for making it to the library before the morning rush and acquiring a desk, with a view, on the third floor before they were all occupied. Instead of pushing himself to study a bit more, since today’s schedule was not Seonghwa’s usual schedule, he decided to write a letter on the off-chance that he can bring comfort to someone during mid-term season. Instead of writing on bathroom doors, or in the dark corner of a desk, Seonghwa decided to write a letter. Writing a letter and stashing it in a random book. It’s getting a bit chillier in South Korea, so although it was a long shot, perhaps he can create a pen-pal through this and maybe even get close and intimate during this period as well. However, that is a very, very, very long shot.

So with romantic thoughts of meeting someone who shares a like mind or sees life from a different perspective, he writes.

“Dear Student that is Enduring Mid-Terms and an Incoming Winter,

We are nearing the beginning of a new month which could mean a fresh new beginning for some. It could also mean nearing the end of something larger, like the semester. I know that it’s mid-term season but I am unsure if it has ended for you. I could only pray that you stay warm as the winter will be harsh as it usually is, but I am sure you knew that.

I honestly thought I would have more to say... but obviously not. I figured a formal letter would be better to connect with someone during this time, then short, informal, and weird messages written aimlessly. Now, I’m getting embarrassed... Sorry.

No one will probably read this so...

With Care,

The Secret Scribe”

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October 29, 2020 ~10:52am

Waiting in a hallway right outside the classroom, she, scrolls through her student email account on her phone and sees an email from her linguistics class. Linguistic Acquisition through Different Ages - LIA 3006. Although she knew, that to pass this class she must complete a project, she totally forgot that it had to be completed with at least one or two other people. A group project... “how despicable” she thought. The email that the professor sent, laid out the regulations of the project and even placed the class in neat groups of two or three. She was lucky enough to get paired with “Mr. Fashionably-Late because Staying Up to Work on My Art is More Important”. As the time got closer and closer to 11:00am, Hongjoong is still nowhere to be seen. She’s just praying that he comes through at least ten minutes into class and not twenty minutes before it’s over. However, she could only pray for such a thing.

At 11:11am on the dot, Hongjoong comes through the door quietly. Chest heaving up and down because he was sprinting through the campus and hallways to make it to class... not too late. She notices him out of the corner of her eye and does a slow eye roll as he tip-toes his way in her direction.

“Was that a look of displeasure on your face? Or are you just containing your excitement to see me?”, he whispers into her ear while trying to quietly slither down into his seat, quickly, while the professor has her back turned.

“You are one minute late past our deal, Hongjoong.” She scolds.

“So you will not share your notes with me from today?”, he asks while giving her a pout.

“There is nothing to share. She is still reviewing the content we learned two days ago before starting a new lesson.” She retorts.

“Why did you roll your eyes then?” He questions again, as if his academics are the last thing he cares about.

“Hongjoong- “, she starts. “If there is something that you two would like to share with the class, please come up to the front.” The professor cuts in.

The look of two deer in the headlights is what can be seen from the professor’s viewpoint. With mouths agape and eyes wide, the two whispering chatterboxes were rendered speechless.

The professor continues on, “Please stop whispering behind my back. Also, I need to speak with the two of you after class.” The two of them shake their heads rapidly affirming their professor’s request.

Their class is currently on the topic of children acquiring their mother tongue and how the brain develops as the children learn how to speak or bring attention to their wants and needs as they grow. A topic such as this excites her all the more because it ties into her study abroad research topic. Learning how to speak amidst all of the culture that one’s language is tied to really fascinates her. Seeing as how her major of study in her home country is Linguistics and she took Korean because of the small intimate nature of the class, she has wanted to do and learn so much more.

As the lecture winds downs to a close for this session, Hongjoong becomes more and more anxious about what the professor wants to talk about before letting them go. Then, he hears the professor harp on,

“As for the email I sent earlier today-“, Hongjoong’s ears perk up. “You will see that for the group project you will have two different options to choose from. It can be turned in as a 10-page research paper, or completed as a presentation. Your groups have been chosen for you, by me. Please consult me if you have any questions on the project or the partners that you will be working with.” After the professor gives her parting words to the class, her eyes fall onto the two little songbirds that had her interrupt her lecture earlier.

With a knowing look, they make their way to the front of the class with a downcast gaze. As if they were to be physically reprimanded. “You know that you two are partners for this group project.” The professor starts. “Hongjoong you must be a reliable partner. I set you two up together because I’ve noticed a great partnership between you two throughout the semester. Your partner is also fairing better than you are this term. You can learn a great deal from her, in fact, you can learn quite a bit from each other. I want you to succeed Hongjoong, and I know you can.” The professor softens her gaze and turns to his partner. “She’ll do everything she can to help, won’t you?” She shakes her head ‘yes’ then looks down again. Then the professor continues to finish, “well, that was all I needed to say. Any questions?” The two students shake their head ‘no’ and bid their professor farewell before leaving the class.

“Buddies until the Christmas break?” Hongjoong says as he winks at her.

“Group partners, more like.” She says back to him.

“Wanna talk about the project over lunch?” He asks.

“Ah- that sounds like a really great idea since we’re both free at this time, but...” she trails off, but then picks up again. “Where are your eating? On campus, or off? Just asking because I figured I should check out a few language and culture books to get some foundation on our project. I’ll meet you wherever you are.

His eyebrows raise at her go-getter attitude. “Sure. Meet me at the small Vietnamese spot two blocks down.”

“Got it.” She winks at him as they break apart.

She has her mind filled with countless ways to approach the project, while his is filled with hunger and images of a big flavorful dish filled with meat and vibrantly colored vegetables.

Before aimlessly searching around the library for what she needed, she looked up the language, literature, and culture and linguistic sections of the library. Literature happens to be in the basement, while language, culture, and linguistics just happen to be on the third floor. So, she sets off for the third floor.

Although quiet, the third floor is warm and the ambiance is calm. Compared to the rest of the library, this is the floor that most people like to be on, and she could tell, because there was not a place to sit. However, her journey to this floor was not for studying but a quick search. So she set off. The part of the library she set off to was a little empty, and not as cramped as the other parts but she liked it that way. The first book she pulled from the shelf had to do with children’s speech patterns and babies recognizing sound. Noticing that there was a folded piece of paper sticking out from the top, she flipped to that spot in the book thinking there might be valuable information on that page right from the start. Nothing out of the ordinary was written on the page. No sticky notes, no annotations or drawings, just words. Next, she took to opening up the folded sheet of paper and to her surprise, it read as a simple greetings letter.

A random letter in a random book. What was the point? Was this fate, or was it meant for someone else? She thought it was cute; with the well wishes to stay warm during harsh Korean winters, and the impending embarrassment of the writer, as well as the writer giving themselves a name. She fell for it. She fell hard. Almost immediately she began having romantic notions of trading love letters to someone in a new environment. However, romantic thoughts quickly left her as she thought it could also be a woman, instead of a man. There is nothing indicating the gender of the writer and she honestly feels a little bad for passing such a judgement so quickly. Her train of thought comes to a halt as she feels the buzzing of her phone indicating a text messsage coming through.

🎧 HJ: should i order ahead for you too?

HER: sure, you’re there already?

🎧 HJ: yeah

what do you want?

HER: something mild. not too spicy.

🎧 HJ: got it

when are you coming down?

HER: actually on my way now. see you in a bit.

🎧 HJ: 😉 😉

She rolls her eyes at his latest text. She puts the letter back in the book, skim a few other book titles, take them off the shelves and makes her way over to the check-out counter.

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Now, sitting and eating in the small restaurant they begin talking about why Hongjoong is late all the time, their interests outside of the classroom, and plans for the Christmas break after the project is done.

Hongjoong reaches for one of the books and questions to himself whether she’s started taking notes already because he sees a folded sheet of paper sticking out at the top. While she is busy eating and busying herself with her phone, she doesn’t notice Hongjoong going through the book. Him being as perceptive as he is, notices that it’s a small note signed by a “secret scribe”. Did she know this was here? He asks himself. In fact, taking a closer look at the writing, the tone feels oddly familiar and so does the handwriting. Or maybe he is just thinking too hard about this. Either way, he tucks the note back in its proper place and continues with skimming through the index and other parts of the book.

Hongjoong brings her attention to him by breaking the silence. “Since you have four books, how about I take two to read and you take two?”

“Sounds good.” She responds. After making her choice of books to take, they set up a time to meet, outside of class, to get started on the project.

She makes her way back to the library, while Hongjoong walks through another part of the campus to work on his music. After making it safely to the library, she struggles to find a spot. Settling for the floor in the basement, she sets off to write a letter to the “secret scribe”.

“Dear Secret Scribe (?),

I came upon your letter by chance for a project but for some reason I feel as if I am imposing. As if I was not supposed to read it and respond, but here I am writing to you anyway...

My writing may look odd and the sentence structure may be weird, but it’s because I am a foreign student.

The weather is not too bad so far, however, I am doing my best to stay warm. The change of seasons in South Korea is very beautiful to experience. Not only can you see it and smell it, but you can also sense it. Does that make sense? Anyway, my mid-terms are over, I only had two. Now, I am working towards finals. The final project that I am working on is for my Linguistics class. Actually, I am a Linguistics major. What are you majoring in? Also, are you a man or woman? I am a woman if you were curious.

I truly hope that you are managing to stay warm and stress free as the semester is coming towards an end.

You’ll Be In My Thoughts,

Your... Winter Student... A Winter Dream

P.S. I kind of need to take this book with me for research, but I’ll keep it here for you until we can agree on a place to drop off our letters... Only if you would like to continue this correspondence... Your Choice.”

With that, she leaves her letter in the book and goes up to the third floor and places it back on the shelf that she took it from. Her heart is racing, but she doesn’t know why. He probably will not respond too quickly, she thinks to herself. “You did your part, now let it go”, she tells herself as she makes her way back to her apartment for study and research.

#ateez college!au #my writings: ateez college!au #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #ateez x mc #park seonghwa x mc #kim hongjoong x mc #ateez x black female mc #ateez x black female #park seonghwa x black female #kim hongjoong x black female #park seonghwa college!au #kim hongjoong college!au

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HPHM Profile: Clara Lin

Template by @hogwartsmystory​

Identity

Name: Clara Xing-Hui Lin (林星慧）

Gender: Female

Age: 17 as of May 31, 1990

Birth Date: April 25, 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: (Pureblood, Half-Blood, Muggleborn)

Half-Blood? Both her parents are Muggleborn and were chosen by magical institutions to study magic.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Ethnicity: Chinese

Nationality: English? She’s born in England after all.

Residence: Oxford, England

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ESTJ

The Mage

1st Wand: Acacia wood with Unicorn Hair, 12 inches, pliable

A very unusual wand wood, which I have found creates tricky wands that often refuse to produce magic for any but their owner, and also withhold their best effects from all but those most gifted. This sensitivity renders them difficult to place, and I keep only a small stock for those witches or wizards of sufficient subtlety, for acacia is not suited to what is commonly known as ‘bangs-and-smells’ magic. When well-matched, an acacia wand matches any for power, though it is often underrated due to the peculiarity of its temperament.

2nd Wand: Ebony wood with Dragon Heartstring, 11 and a quarter inches

This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.

Animagus: Chinese Li Hua (a type of tabby cat found in China)

Misc Magical Abilities: (Legilimen, Seer, Parselmouth, Obscurial, ect)

In the canon story, Clara is a born Legilimens, first practising the art with a wand and under Snape’s tutelage before perfecting the art on her own time without the pressure of the final Curse on Hogwarts and without a wand. It made reading the minds of her family much easier, especially when it came to how they felt about Jacob’s return and the downfall of the Lin reputation all those years ago. In a way, she tried to use it for good.

Boggart Form: 

Considering that Clara’s got as many fears as the typical human being, it could take the form of knives coming her way, or a puddle of blood turning into a torrential flood around her ankles. But her biggest fear, and hence her Boggart, was hearing her friends and family say that she was hopeless, worthless, and useless. Backstabbers, to put it concisely. Her Boggart would be in the form of her friends and people she trusted coming in at her, spitting out those words she didn’t want to hear.

Riddikulus Form: 

If said Boggart appears before her, Riddikulus would make their tongues all tied and saying such pure nonsense that it’d make her laugh. Why would she feel bad about imagining them affected with the Tongue Tying Curse, anyway? They’re not real.

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?)

If anyone was to smell Clara’s scent, they’d smell jasmine, burning wood, and a hint of orange juice. Okay, don’t ask about the orange juice. Something citrussy goes well with something sweet.

Amortentia: (What do they smell?)

Clara would smell petrichor, fresh linens, and an aromatic sort of wood--pine, maybe? Not sure? Something that calls her to the woods.

(*cough cough* totally not *cough* Barnaby’s *cough* scent *cough*)

Patronus: 

Clara’s Patronus is a unicorn--a pure creature with a sole intent to protect, it can outrun any danger and face it head on.

Patronus Memory: 

You mean her happiest memory? Seeing the stars one summer with Jacob and her little sister, Em, one summer. Feeling the close ties of her siblings was what made her happy.

Mirror of Erised: 

In the past, she would have seen herself surrounded by all the people she loved, just being happy together. This image used to include Rakepick until she revealed her true colours in the Buried Vault--since then, her image had been forcefully shunned.

Following certain events in year 6 that caused Clara to lose her friend, the reflection had now changed to an image of Clara and Rowan, both sitting together and laughing together like they used to in old times. The sight of their smiles would have been enough for Clara to just sit in front of the mirror without any sense of time. If only she could have done something to save her best friend...her tree twin...

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Reparo (and yes, she is fully aware that this does not heal a broken heart)

Incendio

Stupefy

Protego

Appearance

Faceclaim: N/A

**I haven’t thought of a face claim at all when making Clara, as she’s literally based off of me, appearance and personality wise. So we’ll say I’m her face claim? Though I’m not that comfortable allowing a picture of myself to circulate around Tumblr, so I’m going to leave this part out.

Height: 5′7″

Weight: I mean, she’s not overweight but not underweight? Does that count?

Physique: Somewhat slender figure, overall an average build

Eye Colour: Dark brown

Hair Colour: Black

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Modifications: N/A. She does wear glasses, though.

Scarring: N/A

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?)

a lucky Knut from her sister

her textbooks

her quills

her ink

two silk bookmarks

her wand

a couple pieces of miscellaneous candy

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Gryffindor House)

Auror Office, Ministry of Magic, London

Chinese Wizarding Task Force, Beijing

Professions:

Auror

Free-lance Magizoologist

Free-lance Curse-Breaker

Free-lance pianist/musician

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: E

Charms: O

DADA: O

Flying: E

Herbology: E

History of Magic: E

Potions: O

Transfiguration: O

Electives: Care of Magical Creatures (O), Divination (A), Arithmancy (E)

Quidditch: Gryffindor Chaser from year 3 to year 6 at Hogwarts

Extra Curricular: 

Frog Choir

Music Club

Duelling Club (on occasion)

Favourite Professors:

Professor Minerva McGonagall

As Head of Gryffindor House, Clara looks up to her a lot and always turns to her for troubling issues arising. Well, it wasn’t solely based on the fact that she’s Head of Gryffindor that she felt so connected with her. She had a strict air but it was not always for the worst circumstances. In some ways she reminded her of her mom. 

Professor Filius Flitwick

As Jacob really loved Professor Flitwick, Clara always tried her best to make Flitwick proud of her Charms work. In a way, though, she always felt like he was encouraging her to do her best every time, almost the same way Jacob might have if he was still present with her. Besides, Flitwick was an insightful person when it came to certain magical phenomena she didn’t understand.

Least Favourite Professors:

Professor Sybill Trelawney

There was something a little off about the way Trelawney presented herself to her Divination class, and honestly it made Clara question her legitimacy in her pursued arts. However, she did well not to question it openly, as she knew Trelanwney would do more than challenge her.

Professor Severus Snape

She knew she could trust him, but his sullen disposition still scares her and makes her very wary about him. Truly, she couldn’t find herself entrusting him with even the most serious of her secrets and problems. Nothing good would come out of their interactions, even if he did show a sliver of care for the girl.

Relationships

Brother: Jacob Pan-Hui Lin

Jacob Lin is her closest sibling and the one person she knew she would always stand by no matter what. After all, they were close when they were kids, despite him being 6 years older than MC.

In the olden days, he used to tease her a lot on her potential music career. It wasn’t bad, of course--just something for lighthearted fun.

Jacob’s known to be quite the fashionable neat wizard in his old days. He was really picky about what he wore and how his hair looked before heading out for the day. Eventually those thoughts faded away with time.

When he attended Hogwarts, Jacob was Sorted into Gryffindor.

Most of his time at Hogwarts was a mystery, but few people who came in after his expulsion knew that he wrote in a private notebook, had a chamber where he sorted all his information and gathered clues about the Cursed Vaults, and left in his wake a rather...interesting mix of emotions.

Jacob didn’t want to be a Curse-Breaker at first, but the Cursed Vaults kept luring him in that direction until he eventually accepted its calling. Well, with severe consequences, of course. 

Misc Siblings:

Little Sister: Emily Wen-Hui Lin

Emily, often nicknamed little Em by the two older siblings, is 5 years younger than MC. She was very young when Jacob disappeared, thus she had very little memories of her brother.

There were only a few moments little Em could remember when her parents were actually peaceful and at ease. Most of their time, though, was spent fighting, and...well...let’s just say she tried to ease the rifts but with no luck.

When she eventually entered Hogwarts, while her older sister is in sixth year, she got Sorted into Hufflepuff, making her the only sibling in the family to be Sorted in a different house apart from both her siblings.

Upon her graduation, Em went on to become a professional herbologist and potioneer, working closely with Penny and Chiara in her endeavours

Father: Sueh-Yen Lin

Sueh-Yen was born in China and attended Mahoutokoro at the age of 7. Following the end of his magical education he began to pursue his passions in herbology in London, where he met Clara’s mother, Renee Tao. After he became a family man, he began to work as a landscaper, helping other people design and nurture their gardens both Muggle and magical. Following Clara’s fourth year, he began to work at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

Mother: Renee Lin (nee Tao)

Renee was born and raised in America, attending Ilvermorny and being sorted into the Horned Serpent house. While she was at school she developed an interest in psychology and the mind, and so she began to take up studies in such areas and continued to branch her studies further after her graduation. She attended a Muggle university in England then, majoring in psychology, and eventually she met Clara’s father. She began to write books for both Muggle and wizarding communities after she became a mother, her topics focusing on proper child discipline for parents. Following Clara’s fourth year, she also took up work at the Ministry of Magic, in the same department as her husband.

Love Interest: Barnaby Lee

Before Clara’s third year, Barnaby was an insignificant student whose name had been mentioned once or twice by her peers. Then she knew of him in his third year, and at first they couldn’t stand each other. At least, Clara couldn’t stand him. Eventually they warmed up to each other through an uneasy, almost awkward, interaction in the Three Broomsticks following a duel. Well, you can find all the information on their relationship here. 

Best Friends: Rowan Khanna, Penny Haywood, Nymphadora Tonks, Tulip Karasu, Jae Kim, Charlie Weasley, Diego Caplan, Liz Tuttle, Badeea Ali

Rival: Merula Snyde

Enemy: Rakepick, R, Voldemort

Dormmates: Rowan Khanna, three other female Gryffindors

Pets: Clara was allowed to take Wagner (her owl) and her cat (Chopin) home after every year at school. As for the other pets in her dormitory, she would give them all to Hagrid every year before leaving Hogwarts for the summer.

Closest Canon Friends: 

Rowan Khanna

Nymphadora Tonks

Penny Haywood

Tulip Karasu

Charlie Weasley

Closest MC Friends: 

Sarahi Silvers (@dat-silvers-girl)

Aleksia Aries (@aleksia-aries-hogwartsmystery)

Aisilng Baskerville (@elefseija)

Helene Adler (@heleneplays)

Carewyn Cromwell (@carewyncromwell)

Kyril Vasiley (@kyril-hphm​)

Cato Reese (@catohphm​)

Xia Howlett (@ljthebard1​)

Katriona Cassiopeia (@mcnullychaser​)

Montague Donohue (@montaguehphm​)

Septimus Crowe (@brothergrimm71​)

That’s all for now unless you want me to add your MC to the list...

Flavio Ceccere (@sirfluffig​)

Alvina Arcane-Zheng ( @oneirataxia-girl )

Background/History

Born on April 25, 1973, Clara was surrounded by love from her first cry

Okay, well, you know how it is--babies cry the instance they’re born, so don’t shun me for saying this

Clara first witnessed her parents’ occupations watching them work at home when she was young. She always loved interacting with the plants whenever she helped her dad in the family garden, and she saw her mom’s growing success with her expertise on child discipline translated into writing

When her little sister was born, Clara and Jacob both loved her dearly, but as she was too young at the time they relied on each other for many things

Clara began to take up playing the piano when she was around four years old--she first learned from a teacher just down the street for about five years, then she continued learning on her own

Her interest peaked when she was young and she saw some street musicians performing on the streets. She took up said instrument as a hobby, and eventually developed a gift for music through her education.

Clara got glasses when she was seven years old due to prolonged exposure to tiny notes on the paper. Yes, that’s a valid reason for people to get glasses. Since then, she had to go to yearly eye appointments every summer just to make sure her eyesight isn’t getting worse.

Jacob went to Hogwarts, and soon Clara saw his transformation due to his slow growing obsession with the Cursed Vaults

Eventually, when Jacob went missing in the beginning of June 1984, it was the family’s last straw

Clara’s parents both began to row over every single little thing now, leaving poor Em almost traumatized and scared of arguments

Em had been told at the time that Jacob was on vacation, thus she didn’t understand why her parents were arguing so much

Clara’s mother had resigned from writing another book after Jacob’s disappearance, having received so many negative reviews from critics (and she had been bombarded by owls with such slander)

The family gardens almost completely wilted in her father’s negligence, and had it not been for little Em the garden would have withered completely

The events of Hogwarts Mystery unfolded

Following Clara’s graduation, she began to work as an Auror in training alongside Tonks and Talbott

She and Barnaby, her love interest, got a place of their own, where they lived happily for a while

Three years into living together, Barnaby and Clara got engaged

In the summer of 1995, shortly before their initial wedding, Clara was called away for about a year and a half to China

The dark wizards expelled from Mahoutokoro have now started their own band and began to infiltrate most of China by the time Voldemort had risen once more. Clara was dispatched to Beijing, China, at her own will, and with the help of some other wizards and witches in the group they trained together and began to take down these Japanese foes

During this time, Clara stayed with her maternal grandmother (her grandfather passed away during her fifth year), occasionally visiting her paternal grandmother once in a while to make sure everything there was okay

The training with this task force was very different from her training as an Auror given the circumstances. Clara had to learn to work not only with her wand, but also in martial arts (notably taichi, taekwondo, and kung fu). She was also given a magic carpet to travel from one place to another in place of her broom.

Clara only returned to the United Kingdom when she heard of Dumbledore’s death, and attended his funeral. However, she had to return to China shortly after as the dark forces there got so strong that the task force could not hold them back without her. 

Clara returned to the UK once and for all on May 1, 1998, and fought alongside her friends in the Battle of Hogwarts and survived. She married Barnaby following the end of the war, but not before they and their surviving friends first paid tribute to the fallen.

The Chinese Wizarding Task Force disbanded upon Voldemort’s fall.

They eventually had three children--Melvin and Milo (twin boys) and Sylvia--and they lived in peace ever since.

Personality

Clara’s a very well-rounded person who understands that life is all about taking risks and making mistakes along the way

Okay, well maybe one shouldn’t solely focus on making mistakes. She just acknowledges that not every person is made perfect and so she embraces everyone’s different personalities, understanding every flaw that made them who they are.

She’s analytical in many circumstances, always stepping carefully in every interaction and situation to avoid any sudden flares of attacks

She’s studious in academics, and friendly around many people, to put it in short

She won’t hesitate to help anyone, but if they knew they lied, she could never find it in her to forgive them

If someone tries to double cross her, though, she’d get really angry and wouldn’t hesitate to show her opponents how powerful she could be.

Misc

Clara’s not a very good cook. It wasn’t until her detention in fifth year when she was asked to make a simple sandwich, and from there she began to work on her rough cooking talents--almost none when she first started, and still basic when she left, but it was enough for her to sustain a simple meal.

Professor McGonagall gave Clara a room for her to practice piano at Hogwarts if things became too stressful. Not many people stumble upon this room except for one particularly curious person...

Though Clara’s dorm was decked in red, her favourite colour was actually purple. And blue. No, she couldn’t choose between the two.

Clara would always have a mug by her bedside so that whenever she had a nightmare she would make herself a mug of hot chocolate (and yes, in the middle of the night--don’t ask)

Clara could speak somewhat fluent Mandarin. She eventually continued to hone that skill when she was in Beijing working with the Chinese Wizarding Task Force.

More facts to come...

#hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery profile #hphm #hphm mc #this took me way too long #clara lin #about clara lin #hphm clara #curse breakers #cursed vaults #jacob lin #em lin #don't even ask eeeeek #please don't judge me #harry potter hogwarts mystery

[devilinsheepswool]

Obey Me! MC Character Sheet

Thanks to @kyungi-i for the spred sheet! I've seen others do it and thought why not me?

Name: Alisa Moreno

Nickname: Ally, Lisa, Li-Li, Al, Isa, Moreno

Age: 18

Height: 5'3

Weight: 170

Race: Human

Gender: ♀️

Birthday: April 13

Star Sign: Aries

Hair Color: Brown (pink streaks)

Eye Color: Brown

Skin: Brown/freckled

Demon brother, she is most to least like:

1. Levi

2. Belphie

3. Satan

4. Lucifer

5. Beel

6. Mammon

7. Asmo

Personality: she's pretty cynical and pessimistic, she also seems very aloof but somehow has a way of knowing a little bit of everything that's going on. When she wants to be she can be very observative and dedicated to her work, otherwise, she can come off as lazy, or disinterested just as much as aloof. Her snide personality comes off subtle mostly due to her wallflower and nerdish appearance. And she does have trouble getting to know other people due to her self-consciousness, low self-esteem and social anxiety; all of which she masks under witty remarks, jokes, and sarcasm. She puts up walls and its difficult to get to know her past surface level, despite it all Lisa does have a soft side and softens up around people that have a natural kindness and positivity about them or are straightforward. She has a good sixth sense, which helps her be an extremely good judge of character more often than not she is correct about her intuition regarding others' intentions towards her. Lastly, she has a bad habit of acting out and deliberately going against authority, she doesn't like feeling controlled and being told what to do. She'll usually follow the rules because she can't be bothered with the effort to break them but if she feels like someone's trying to control her or that she's being patronized then she will deliberately go out of her way to break the rules.

Background: Before coming down to Devildom, Lisa, despite only being 18 had already finished all her schooling, including higher education. Back on earth, she was recognized as a child prodigy in her research on historical documents and records, despite her early achievements at such an early age, the pressure of being placed on such a high pedestal career-wise eventually got to her and she fizzled out. Growing up an orphan without a past or family, the academy she worked for and her work was all she had, after she cracked due to the pressure she ran away hoping to live out the youth she felt she had never experienced in childhood. At age 16 she was a runaway and going under a different name. She lived on the streets and squatted in abandoned buildings for a few months before she met some people that offered to help her. During this time she developed an interest in music seeing as the people who helped her were a musical band full of teens just like her.

In order to stay with them, she lied to them about the truth of who she was and why she ran away. She stayed with one of the band members she had become close to during her initial days of having met them. While she stayed with them she learned how to play several instruments and eventually sing as well. She went on to perform with them but after two years of playing with them musical difference surged and a fight broke out, after which Alisa decided to run away again. It was during her second night of squatting in an abandoned house that she woke up in Devildom.

Hobbies: Music; Singing, Electric Guitar, Violin.

Likes: Sweets, Reading, Music, Animals, Writing, Video Games and drawing.

Dislikes: Liars, being lied to, math, meddling (Ironically), cruelty, injustice/unfairness and short tempers. Words that sound one way but are spelled another, or that sound like they mean one thing and then mean something else.

Appearance:

She's fairly average height. She's on the plump side, with a rounded face that makes her look baby-faced. She has freckles but due to her brown skin they're difficult to notice. Her eyes are rounded and large despite the dark circles brought on by years of bad sleeping. Her hair is short in a bob cut and wavy/curly, usually, she has a singular braid running down her left side. She wears glasses to see and prefers to wear loose-fitting clothing except for at performances. She tends to dress on the nerdy side.

Casual Clothing -

• Top: Sky Blue sweater rather loose fitting sweater over a white button up blouse.

• Bottom: plaid moss green skirt. Over the knee length, style is somewhat pencil skirt. Black tights under skirt.

• Shoes: Brown Boots.

• Accessories: star-shaped hair clip, silver necklace with a star pendant, a bunch of woven, or leather, or beaded bracelets. 

• Glasses: Yes. Black plain.

Uniform:

Alterations?

Not many, she wears the uniform properly a skirt version with the same black tights underneath the skirt. And a light blue tie on her uniforms blouse.

• Mother: N/A

• Father: N/A

• Siblings: N/A

• Pets: A black cat she adopted during the first time she ran away, she found her in one of the abandoned buildings fed her and the cat kept following her after that. Her name is Pandora.

• Friends: Prior to joining the band Alisa had none, after joining the band she made 2, Lydia and Florence. The lead singer and drummer of the band, respectively. She stayed with Florence and her grandmother during her time in the band.

• Past Relationships:

She had a mentor/advisor who eventually became a colleague when she finally started working with the academy. She was very close to her and was her only actual relationship. Her relationship with Dr. Aver was the closest she's ever had to a familial relationship. In the early stages of their relationship Aver became endeared with a rather small and young Alisa and tried to offer her the closest thing to a family she could through her and her husband. While they had a solid well-going relationship, they hit an obstacle when Aver was offered a position teaching at a highly prestigious institution abroad. Aver tried to keep connected long distance but it all came to an end when Alisa ran away.

Alisa dated three times during her time in the band the first relationship was bad from the start and ended badly, the second and third one ended with Alisa self-sabotaging herself due to the first bad experience. All occurred relatively back to back during the first year and half of her being in the band.

The first one though was the longest one, which lasted for 9 months. The last two were relatively short-lasting about a month to two each.

Sexuality: Unsure, possibly Pan.

Have they been in love before?

Because of her first toxic relationship and overall young age, at the time Alisa is hesitant to say that she ever was truly in love in any of her past relationships. But she was the most heartbroken with the ending of her 3rd relationship. Prior to her third relationship, the other two were mainly out of curiosity for exploring with dating than actual love.

How easily do they gain crushes?

Not easy, she wasn't aware of her feelings towards her third (future) partner until she was in her second relationship, her feelings for her 3rd future partner had started amidst her 1st relationship when it started going downhill.

Do they believe in love?

She doesn't really have an opinion on it, she's rather cynical and with her negative past experiences you would think she doesn't believe in it anymore if she ever had, but honestly, it's not something she's thought about that much. She's just experiencing life as she goes, maybe someday...

What's their type:

Alisa is the type of person to look for what she's missing in her life in someone else; she's typically drawn to kind, warm-hearted people, more likely than not optimists with positive personalities. You get the sense that she's into the "angelic" type (thus her third ex/first love) with a strong moral compass always set on doing right. Of course, this being her type doesn’t mean it’s what suits her the best. Mixed with her low self-esteem, a relationship with her ideal type may turn out to be hazardous as she might end up over-idealizing the person or self-sabotaging once again due to low self-worth as well.  

Which of the 7 brothers is her favorite?

That's a tough one she likes both Mammon and Levi but couldn't pick a favorite between both. Although Beel is also a strong contender for her favorite.

Why?

Mammon, despite not being honest about what he truly thinks about her is easy to read and has always been there for her when she's truly needed him, he's stepped in to save her multiple times and she knows he clearly worries about her. She's grateful to him despite his antics, and is able to look past the big cool guy/bad boy facade he puts on and appreciate him for being there when she really needs him.

Levi, she actually sees a lot of herself in him. Especially, a lot of her from prior to her first run away. She relates to his hermit-like personality because prior to running away she was like that as well. She can also sympathize and empathize with his obvious insecurities and wants to more than anything be there to reassure him and help become more secure of himself. Despite not being a total weeb like Levi, during her time in the band she did develop some interest in anime and manga, just not as passionate as Levi's.

What do they look for in a partner?

Ideally, she likes kind-hearted, empathetic people but speaking practically she'd prefer an honest straightforward person easy to read that doesn't try to play mind games or control her. Someone patient and that can reassure her when she doubts herself, and most importantly someone that will call her out when she needs to be. She doesn't want someone that will coddle, pamper, or try to spoil her like a little doll and let her get away with things that are prick-ish. She's good at keeping herself in check but she'd like the reassurance that someone will call her out if she slips up without noticing.

General -

Fav. Food: Tamales, but she also loves Cheeseburgers and Milkshakes.

Least Favorite: Meatloaf, Eggnog, Rasin Muffins, Salmon.

Favorite color: blue & green

Least Favorite: White or Neons

Sociable or Recluse? Both, she can be something of an ambivert but prefers to be more reserved due to her majority introvertness.

Favorite Movie Genre: Droll Comedy, or Action Political Thrillers/govt. conspiracy, K-drama's

Reader or not? Very much a reader, liked it and eventually it was what her job required of her in order to conduct her research.

Favorite Animals: She likes cats and dogs, but she also has an ample love for animals of all kinds but especially the ones that can be found in the woods; Owls, Raccoons, Wolves, Crows. Her favorite however has to be the Fox.

Favorite Music Genre: Rock, though she's big on ceremonials and sea shanties as well, and loves testing her vocal range with gregorian chants and Hymns.

Least Favorite: Country

Do they like sweets?

BIG YES.

Do they like spicy food?

👌👌👌👌

Do they like school?

Not so much like but she was good at it, and a majority of her life was dedicated and depended on it, overall she doesn't have bad memories about school perse, so I guess you could say that she does.

Pet Peeves:

Loud food chewing, bad breath, meddling in her business, being patronized, people pointing out her baby face, people trying to manipulate, use or lie to her.

#obey me! #obey me #did what I could on picrew

[choicesatnight]

Lie to me

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: James Ashton x Vivian (MC)

Rating: NSFW n stuff…

Word count: 2,480 words

My disclaimer: This character is owned by PB, I just enjoy some elaboration. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N: * is a separator due to scene change, use of Daddy. My pc is broken. This is my first time posting from my phone (a full story). Don't judge me too harshly lol.

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"Make a right into the lot at the next light"

"Viv, is this the ONLY place that had formula?"

"The kind we give to Logan, yes. You know your parents will give him any formula but that ain't gonna work"

0he makes a right into the lot and cruises while looking for a place to park.

"Okay, why does he need to have this one?"

He passes a few empty spots while mumbling "can't park there" under his breath.

"Babe. Pay attention to our baby's diet. This formula is the next best to breast milk which I'm not producing so he needs it and why don't you just park!?"

"We need to park in the shade or else the leather upholstery will burn us."

"But do you have to park in the next continent?"

"Your body will thank me when we return to the car and it's cool "

"But will my legs thank you for the marathon I gotta run to get to the entrance of the store?"

He parks in front of another store.

"Right in front of the store and in the shade. Perfect."

"This is not the store, sweetie. It's one store over"

"Oh. Well, the walk isn't bad Mrs. Ashton, I'll carry you." Before she can protest, he swoops her up carrying her bridal style "When we get our honeymoon, this will lead to the bed."

"IF you can resist me that long." She leans to kiss him and he sets her down once they've made it into the store.

She grabs a cart, "Okay. Aisle 14."

"Do we need anything else?"

"Well, you ate all the mandarin oranges so why don't you go grab some while I get Logan's formula? Meet me at check out seven."

"Okay." James walks off to produce while Vivian goes to aisle 14. She claims every bit of Logan's formula before heading to the checkout where James is already standing.

"Damn baby, did you clean out the supply?" James jokes when seeing all the cans of formula in the cart.

"Actually, yes. Are we going to your parents or the real estate thing first?"

"We're going to see a house. Then we'll drop the formula to my parents.'

"Okay. There were only 30 cans of formula, so I got em all "

"Your total is 812.00"

"Anything for my son" as he hands the cashier his card. He pays and they walk back to the car.

**

"This place is so nice James."

"You like it?"

"Oh my gosh, babe. It's perfect. It's so spacious.”

"Good. I already bought it. I just needed you to look at it."

"This is our house!? I love you so much. How'd you know I would like it?"

"I love you too and I know my wife."

She looks around, "Where’s the agent?"

"She doesn't need to be here." He dangles a key from his hand, "I have a key."

"Is that so?" She removes her jacket, placing it along with her purse on a table as she walks toward him.

"You know your wife, huh? What does your wife want now?"

"She wants the kind of kiss she can only get from her husband." He doesn't have to pull her too much closer before his lips meet hers turning into a deeper kiss.

"Okay. That was a good kiss. What else does your wife want?"

He picks her up, "She wants to be carried to this table. She wants less talk and more action." He climbs on top of her on the table and leans to kiss her stomach up as he removes her dress.

"Your wife likes this..."

"Told you, I know my wife." He loosens the hinges of her bra and throws it over before he uses his tongue to awaken her nipple. Circling the areola until it stiffens then licking it up and down over and over while rubbing the other nipple.

"That feels so good, babe" she moans as he closes his mouth to suck her nipple getting her to moan louder. She attempts to get his pants off but his tongue feels so good on her nipple, she lacks the strength and focus it takes to unbutton them. Realizing what she's trying to do, he undoes his pants when switching nipples. This time he nibbles gently, letting her feel his teeth softly. Teasing her nipple, leaving her begging to be bitten.

"Daddy, please. No teasing." He starts to lick her nipple while reaching to remove her panties. Vivian never fails to wear a dress, making it easier for him to reach her core. He sticks a finger in her while continuing to lick her nipple.

"What do you want Daddy to do?" He removes his finger from her pussy to put it in his mouth "Taste you?" He knows exactly what she wants him to do but she loses her thought when he does that. "Anything, babe, anything. " he only smiles and returns to her nipple. He may have confused her but he still knows she wants her nipple bitten. Once he bites down, she screams calling out to him "DADDY" and she instinctively arches her back, smashing her tit to smother his face. He takes that moment to smash her breasts together as her back settles down to the table, he puts both nipples in his mouth at once. Sucking on them intensely,

"Babe." She only wants to moan. He has to know how amazing this feels, though she speaks up. "Babe, I'm gonna cum just from this." He's pleased to hear this and bites dollwn on both nipples as she moans his name. Already had removed her panties, James gets off the table pulling her to the edge and pushing her legs up. On his knees in front of the table, he licks her lips. "Mmmm you're definitely ready for me." He licks again, tongue touching her clit. "Your pussy is so wet for Daddy." He inserts a finger while maneuvering his tongue all over pussy "So perfect." He licks her up and down, before kissing her slit inserting a little more tongue each time. He stands up completely bottomless. "Another part of me misses the warmth of being inside of you." His dick is hard, pointed exactly where it needs to be and he wastes no more time pushing himself into her.

"Feels like home. This is the pussy I need."

"Daddy it's yours. Forever. Just fuck me."

He starts thrusting and she starts moaning.

"Yes! Yes! This is the dick I need James don't stop!" It's the first time they've had intercourse since they've been apart and James wants her permanently smiling.

He slows down his stroke, thrusting at a medium speed allowing her to feel every entrance and exit.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum"

He starts thrusting faster

"Me too. Whose pussy is this?"

"Daddy it's yours."

He thrust with more powerful momentum as if his pelvis is smacking against hers.

"I don't believe you. Tell me again."

"DADDY THIS PUSSY IS YOURS" she screams and while still inside her, he leans to kiss her lips.

"That was worth the wait babe."

"We still have a honeymoon to have. Imagine sex then." He backs out of her and helps her off the table

"I needed your pussy. Damn you're amazing."

"You never had sex with Comfort?"

It's the only time Vivian has ever called Comfort by name

"Baby don't talk about that girl. Let's get dressed so we can get to my parents."

"Okay..."

**

Ppp

"This is a lot of formula." Mrs. Ashton looks at the cans as James stacks them in the cabinet.

"I know it looks like a lot but it's all he's eating right now. This brand is hard to come by so we purchased every can available. "

"Okay. I understand. Are you two ready for trial tomorrow?"

"I think so. Its the day of defense so it should go pretty smoothly." After spending time with Vivian and Logan, Mr. Ashton enters the kitchen

"Vivian says you bought a house?"

"Yes. Three bedrooms in Lakewood. "

"What happened to the home in Palos Verdes?"

James still hasn't told his parents that he and Vivian ever broke up and he has no intention on doing so.

"Someone else got to it before us."

"Really? Wasn't that house somewhere around a million dollars?" His father doesn't believe him.

"Darling, if James says it wasn't available then it wasn't available. " his mother speaks up.

"Thanks, mom. Excuse me while I go see my son and wife. "

James walks into Logan's room where Vivian sits in a rocking chair holding him.

"Is he awake?"

"Just for his dad", she hands him to James.

James lowers his voice to a near whisper

"Hey, little buddy." He cradles Logan, lightly bouncing while holding him. "This is your dad. I just wanted to say Goodnight okay? I love you " he places Logan in the bassinet and looks to Vivian.

"We gotta go, baby. We need to get to sleep."

"Oh yeah...the trial." She takes a deep sigh "alright " they tell James parents goodbye and leave

**

THE PEOPLE V. BLACK MAMBA DAY 3

THE DEFENSE

The second hour of court

...

"Your honor I'd like to call our professional veterinarian to the stand. Dr. Moya Aven"

Dr. Aven walks to the stand and after being sworn in, takes a seat.

"Dr. Aven, how does someone get in possession of Black Mamba venom"?"

"Oh, you most certainly have to work in the field."

"What field are you referring to?"

"Various. You could be a veterinarian such as myself or even Ummm what do they call it? A snake milker or something "

"A veterinarian or a snake milker?"

"Yes"

"Is there any other way to obtain the venom"

"Sure if you're brave enough to fly to Africa and collect the venom directly from the snake."

"Are there any back Mambas here?"

"In our county? Oh, no. Not even in our state. You know what, not even in our country!"

"Dr. Aven, do you recognize Mrs. Ashton as a client or otherwise?"

"No"

"No further questions your honor"

Michael returns to his table beside Vivian when the judge speaks up

"Does the prosecution wish to question the witness?"

"Yes, your honor" the prosecutor stands in front of the doctor.

"Dr. Aven, do you have Black mamba venom at your practice?"

"Given the liberty of the case, should I answer this question, your honor?"

"Yes, you may proceed to answer " the judge informs her.

"Technically yes. The venom of the snake is always a part of the anti-venom. I have anti-venom. "

"Do you have pure venom?"

"No."

"Thank you, Dr. Aven. No further questions. "

Michael steps forward again.

"Your honor I call my final witness to the stand, Vivian Ashton." The people of the court murmur causing the judge to hit his gavel "Order in the court. " Vivian is sworn in.

"Mrs. Ashton, did you poison Reyna Mercado?"

"No"

"But she was poisoned the day you took her out?"

"Yes. The barista on staff that day was fired for using non-coffee ingredients but he hasn't been investigated at all."

"Did you witness her death?"

"Yes, and I stayed with her until she was officially pronounced. "

"How long until the police questioned you?"

"The next day"

"What happened?"

"They found an atomizer in my purse. They called it an empty vial of poison and deemed me guilty. My husband paid my bail."

"Okay. Do you have any pets?"

"No."

"Have you ever had a pet?"

"No"

"Thank you, Mrs. Ashton, no further questions though I'm sure prosecution has some questions.

"Prosecution?" the judge looks in their direction.

"Yes. Yes. Mrs. Ashton. I understand your mention of the barista. But why is Reyna the only one who died?"

"Objection your honor. The defendant would have to be a medical professional to answer that question.

"Objection sustained. Next question. "

"Mrs. Ashton, why were you always seen in the area when your husband was at the cafe with someone else?"

"We were living separately at the time though not far from one another. We still lived in the same neighborhood. It was merely a coincidence. "

"And your behavior toward Ms. Greene?"

James' fists clench and brows furrow, hoping Vivian will not respond sarcastically as she usually does about Comfort.

"I have no excuse for it. I don't know her well enough to have an opinion about her.

"Okay Mrs. Ashton, no further questions."

"Okay. Let's get to closing arguments.

Michael stands forward addressing the jury,

"People of the jury, the death of Reyna Mercado was tragic and is a great loss, the proper way to ease her loved ones and avenge her murder is to convict the right person. The fact is that Reyna was poisoned with black mamba venom. A deadly snake that isn't even available in the U.S. why would Mrs. Ashton, a mother, wife and new homeowner risk her life in flying to Africa to get this venom? She wouldn't. Use your common sense. Please do not convict. Defense rests." Michael takes his seat and the court remains silent as the prosecutor calls attention to himself,

"Jury. All you have to do is use your logic. The defendant has no alibi. She watched the girl die because she's the one who killed her. She mentioned the barista who got fired but she didn't mention that no one else died. Only Reyna. As I stated before, Ms. Mercado was good friends with Mr. Ashton and she wrongfully assumed she had a friend in Mrs. Ashton. Please don't let her death be in vain by convicting Vivian Ashton of murder Prosecution rest."

"Great. Two solid arguments. I'll give the jury time to deliberate and we can get outta here.”

10 minutes later

“We have a verdict.”)

The judge looks pleasantly surprised "That quick!? Okay. Let's hear it."

The foreman stands.

"In the case of the people versus the black mamba, We the jury find the defendant Vivian Ashton not guilty on all counts."

The court is the noisiest it's been the whole trial. The judge bangs his gavel to call order in the court.

"Mrs. Ashton, go home and raise that baby with your husband. Be a family and don't end up back in court. Court is adjourned"

Michael goes to shake the hand of the prosecutor, but the prosecutor rushes out. Comfort yells, "The jury got it wrong. You're married to a murderer. " and leaves without waiting for a response. "Michael! You did it! And babe! I'm free!"

"Of course we did it. I'm good at my job." Michael confidently boasts as James wraps his arms around her "I never understood why you were so worried. You're innocent."

“SO innocent!” Vivian smiles as she grabs James hand.

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[mysteli]

No Tears Left To Cry (Flynn X MC)

A/N: Hey ppl! So this is my first entry for @i-dream-so-i-write‘s Choices September Challenge! I’ll be posting daily fics all month! The first scenario is Rain! This is For Flynn and Ali! You can suggest some pairings if you want! Hope you’re ready for this! Tagging the blog @choices-september-challenge

Warning: T

Tags: @mechaspirit @xo-endlessmayhem-xo@endlessly-searching-for-you@princesstopgun @parkerattano @skyila @brightpinkpeppercorn 

Nikolai wasn’t kidding. He couldn’t have been. There is no way Ali just saved a murderer. Hints and clues always seem to lead back him but no, he couldn’t have hurt Kate. Drugged her, kidnapped her, tortured her and killed two Sterling siblings. It doesn’t seem possible for someone who actually cares about Kate would go through all that for revenge.

Some many questions corrupted her way of thinking, as she darted out of the lighthouse, after unofficially parting with Naomi, Grant and Flynn. Honestly, Ali feels awful running out of there so fast, just after Nikolai was dragged out and everyone was contemplating on what comes next. With everything happening around her, Ali just couldn’t take it anymore. She’s barely handling the situation already and saving a possible criminal just doesn’t sit well with her.

Truly, she’s exhausted, troubled, on edge and completely out of breath. For the past few days, her entire lift has been flipped upside down and the longer she stays in Birchport, the more her city life becomes a distant memory.

The rain’s still pounding heavily once she makes it outside, drops smacking the concrete and drifting down Ali’s face. As she approaches the docks, her mind drifts back to the others, especially Flynn with him being held at gunpoint. Out of everything that happened, that’s what frightened Ali the most - a chance that Flynn could get shot. Nikolai was so close to pulling the trigger, yet Flynn remained so calm and collected the entire time. It’s almost like he had been through that before and due to past experiences, he knows how to handle situations like that, which is kinda concerning for Ali. Flynn and the others are the only ones she feels like she can trust and losing them just feels unbearable.

Suddenly, Ali can feel tears rising in her eyes, corrupting her vision as she fights through the heavy rain. She pauses half way down the docks to catch her breath, as she leans against the railing, her dark eyes staring out at the ocean. The monstrous waves floor every parked boat, soaking each and every one. Clouds hover over the events, watching how the sea curses every vessel with its power.

The scene is horrifying but somehow strangely soothing. Exhaling sharply, Ali relaxes, the tension in her softening slightly and finally giving her a chance to forget the events of tonight, even if it is only for a short while.

However, it doesn’t last long when Ali hears a familiar voice calling out to her. “Ali!” The voice yells in a desperate tone. Reluctantly, she swerves around, tearing her eyes away from the thrashing waves. She catches sight of Flynn pacing over to her with a rare look of concern on his stupidly handsome face.

Flynn has been her hope all this time, the only one that cares about Kate as much as she does. Turns out, they’re both really different from each other. He’s a bad boy who defies the law and only does what will help the ones he cares about. He always knows what to do and has a smirk that could kill anyone who gets too close. Then there’s Ali, who is a lost journalist, who spends most of their time in the city, not in small towns like he does. She’s not as capable in dangerous situations and barely holds her own but she still knows what the right thing to do is.

Deep down, she knows everyone who knew of their “relationship” would judge. The disgust on everyone’s faces at Kate’s hearing, when Hornby called her out like she’s a slut. Even Flynn’s face was full of surprise, which is what hurt the most.

Her doubts start to shine through as she contemplates their situation.

She doesn’t eye him for that long, fixating her gaze on the silver railing that she helplessly leans on, as she waits for Flynn to reach her. Eventually, he does, sooner than expected. Still, she refuses to look at him.

“Ali…” Flynn mumbles, putting a hand behind his head and fiddling with strands of his dark brown hair. His icy eyes scan over Ali intently - an anxious look overtaking. Still, Ali doesn’t give him her attention, keeping her eyes on the gloomy clouds that poison the sky.

Flynn exhales loosely, one hand gently tapping Ali’s arms, which startles her a little and causes her to jump where she is. “Ali… Why’d you run out like that?” He tries to question her but he’s given an eye roll from her instead, which makes him furrow his brows bewilderedly. A bullet stabs her heart when she catches a glimpse of the hurt in Flynn’s eyes because she wasn’t talking to him.

His grip on her arm tightens, just enough so it doesn’t hurt her. “Ali! For god’s sake, look at me!” Flynn requests firmly - though there is still a hint of kindness in his tone. He tilts her chin so she’s staring at him dead in the eyes and that’s when he finally spots her rising tears. “Ali, what’s wrong?” He questions again, fiddling with her trembling lip while trying to help her relax. Affected by his surprisingly gentle touch, she inhales sharply.

For a moment, a silence is caught between them, Ali taking that time to admire Flynn like she does every time they talk. He’s completely drenched from the pounding rain, drops continuing to soak his hair and drift down his pale face. They surround his sapphire eyes, highlighting them and making them stand out. Tears of the clouds have also moved to wet his clothes, making them tighter against his fair skin. As her dark eyes aimlessly scan his body, she swears she can see his chiselled figure through his soaked shirt, as his dark jeans grip tighter to his legs. Flicking her eyes back his face, Ali begins to contemplate on what she should say.

“I’m sorry, Flynn,” is all she manages to blurt out of her mouth, which is kinda random since it has nothing to do with Flynn’s question. Expectedly, it confuses him and he can’t help but raise an eyebrow at her.

“What’re you sorry for?” He asks in a concerned tone, stroking the skin of Ali’s shaking arm comfortingly and it sure is working.

Ali silences herself for a moment, only then just realising what she actually said. Her mind goes blank and total honesty seems like the only option. “I… Do you think I just saved a criminal?” She bombards him with a question of her own, desperation hinted in her tone. Her hazel eyes are drowning the impatience. She just needs an answer. Was what she did right or wrong?

Flynn pauses, releasing his grip from Ali’s arm and placing both hands behind his head. He stares out at the ocean, eyes fixated on the guarded lighthouse, watching how the huge light flickers like it’s broken.

For too long, he doesn’t dare speak, worrying Ali a little, as her stomach ties into a knot. “Flynn…” She mutters and his icy eyes snap back to look at her. He throws his hands to his sides.

“I don’t know.” He admits, stroking his jaw thoughtfully while shrugging his shoulders. He looks distraught and defeated. “I just feel like once we get close to knowing the truth, something always drives us back to the start.”

Hearing his words, Ali frowns, playing with the ends of her hair. “So, you’re saying it’s undecidable?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows in a confused manor.

“I’m saying that I don’t wanna assume anything in case it comes back to bite me in the ass. Everything else always does.” Flynn responds, grasping the railway and fixating his gaze on a nearby boat named The Saviour. Ali follows his gaze and is instantly intrigued by the title of the vessel. “Damn, we could one of those right about now.”

Ali nods, watching how the waves rock the boat and it almost builds up a little nausea in her stomach. Quickly, she looks away and moves her gaze to Flynn, who’s still admiring the shaking boat. “Remind you of something?” Ali questions, noticing how interested Flynn is in the name of the vessel and it’s entire exterior.

Barely hearing her question, he tears his eyes away from the boat and finds Ali in his sight once more. “Guess you could say that.” He admits, folding his arms and sighing heavily. Something is troubling him.

Ali places a hand on his drenched shirt. It’s surprising how the constant rain isn’t bothering him at all, even though it’s killing Ali on the inside. Flynn flicks his eyes over to her and his nose twitches as drops of rain descend down his face. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Ali assures, brushing his drenched hair out of his face. Giving in to her touch, Flynn sighs hesitantly and wipes the dripping water from his face.

“My parents used to have a boat just like that,” He begins, focusing his attention back on the boat and Ali does the same even if it makes her slightly sea sick. “And it was actually called The Guardian Angel, which kinda reminded me of The Saviour.” As he tells this story and relives his childhood, Flynn can’t help but blink a few times to stop a few tears from escaping. “Kate loved it. She used to go on it all time with Dad. He’d take her fishing and she always used to come back with something. Each fish she caught she had a name for.”

Ali giggles at the thought of Kate naming fish that she caught and talking to them everyday, causing Flynn to pause and eye her questioningly.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, cracking a weak smirk and chuckling to himself and Ali can’t help but laugh along.

“Kate told me about her favourite fish once. What was her name… Tunalicious?” Ali reminds Flynn and they both break into a fit of laughter. It’s easier to smile for Ali when she’s around Flynn, despite everything.

Flynn smirks wider this time. “Yeah, she thought that was so clever. She’d talk to him almost every night and feed him peanut better like Lilo did in those Disney films.” He jokes, running a hand through his drenched dusty brown hair. A sigh of relief escapes him, as he realises he hasn’t laughed this much in a long time. Only Ali seems able to help him do that.

A lightbulb suddenly goes off Ali’s brain. “Ooh! Let’s not forget Goldilocks and Sir Swords A Lot. And Dracula!” She laughs, breaking out into a wide smile and Flynn immediately joins in with the banter, the memory brewing in his mind.

“I kept trying to tell her that a fish with a two sharp bottom teeth does not means it’s a vampire.” Flynn responds, one of his first genuine smiles igniting through the storm, immediately stopping Ali’s laughter and gaining her attention.

Once the laughter dies, they just stare at each other for a moment, admiring each other’s imperfect states. Not just the exterior of each, the other’s strengths and weaknesses, good traits and bad traits, good flaws and bad flaws. Either way, they would never think differently of the other.

“Then my parents went and sold the boat, completely killing Kate.” Flynn adds suddenly, completely killing the mood as well. His kind grin fades away, as he focuses on the boat once more, almost cursing at it under his breath. “For a while, she felt broken, lost and I couldn’t help but blame my parents for that. They destroyed their own daughter and treated us both like black sheep.”

Suddenly, a unbearable memory revisits Ali’s mind and it sends immediate shivers down her spine. That thought of the sight of Flynn being held at gunpoint by a mentally tormented Nikolai. It was horrible to watch and even more painful to relive. The bright smile she once held fades away and the light in her eyes dies completely, leaving her looking empty and pained.

Interrupting the silence, Flynn blinks a few times, checking that Ali is still there and watching how the heavy drops of rain sink through her scalp and soak her beautiful face. “Ali?” He asks, receiving no response. “Ali… what’s up?” He tries again, once again rewarded with complete and utter silence, frustrating him a little.

Ali closes her eyes for a moment, contemplating hard. When she opens them, she can see the confusion in Flynn’s eyes. “Nothing. I gotta go.” She claims, not giving Flynn a chance to protest. Immediately, she swerves around and continues down the docks, not in the mood to confront Flynn about her darkest fears.

“Ali. Ali, wait!” Flynn calls to her, the desperation in his face causing her heart to sink. All he could wonder is what he did wrong. “Goddamit, Ali! Stop walking away from me!” He pleads, no sort of demand, just the rare, no impossible, sound of him begging. Ali wipes her tears away, pushing the memory of Flynn to the back of her mind.

“What did I do? Where are you going?” He continues to bombard her with questions as he attempts to run after her, getting closer even though the rain seems to slow him down. He remains careful and cautious so he doesn’t slip on the already pretty slippy docks.

Finally, after seconds of struggling, he reaches Ali. Instantly, he moves to block her path, stopping her directly in her tracks. He can see sobs pouring from her cheeks and it definitely wasn’t the rain.

She tries to slip past him but he grasps her shoulders and keeps his grip nice and tight. “Flynn, move out of my way.” She orders firmly, brushing her wet, auburn hair out of her face, as she tries her best not to admire Flynn’s soaking state.

“Not until you tell what’s got you so on edge.” Flynn denies, shaking his head at her and exhaling sharply - puff of smoke corrupting her vision momentarily.

“Flynn, it’s just me being stupid. Now move!” She demands, pressing her lips together and arching her eyebrows at his dismissive attitude to not let her go.

Once again, he shakes his head, his icy blue burning into her tear-infested hazel eyes. “I don’t believe anything you say is stupid. Now come on, Ali. Be honest with me.” His words came out as more of a kind-hearted request this time and that soothes Ali slightly but frustration still lingers in her eyes.

“Goddammit, Flynn! Move your ass now!” She snaps, tempted to shove him but hesitant to hurt him. Judging by her poor strength, she wouldn’t be able too anyway but she still cares about him.

“Not until I get an answer!”

“Okay! You want a fucking answer, Flynn! I’ve been putting everything on the line to save Kate! My job, my dignity, my reputation. Hell, even the people that I care about!” Ali admits, raging uncontrollably. Her hands ball into fists and her mind is scattered with unwanted memories. Flynn’s eyes widen slightly and his mouth drifts into a frown. He’s never really thought about what Ali’s troubles were. That sounds bad but he was just so focused on his sister and he always relies on Ali’s help that it just… may have slipped his mind.

“Ali… I had no idea. I didn’t realise-“

“Yeah well, it’s get worse!” She cuts him off, barely keeping her balance and relying on Flynn’s strong grasp to steady her. “Nikolai could have killed you today. You could have been shot and maybe I wouldn’t have been able to save you.” Tears begin to rise again and her hopes fall into a pitch black abyss. “I love Kate just as much as you do. But we keep risking our lives just to ensure she’s safe. I know that sounds like I don’t care but I do. I really do. I want her out of jail. I want her to be free… but I also don’t wanna die trying.” Ali confesses, sheepishly staring at the floor and refusing to meet Flynn’s unreadable gaze.

For a moment, nobody speaks and nobody moves. It’s impossible to process what’s happening, especially Ali’s words struggling to sink into Flynn’s brain. She clarified that she cares and she made sure Flynn knows that she loves Kate. She doesn’t wanna watch the people she cares about die. And for some reason, that includes Flynn.

Finally, Flynn clears his throat, causing Ali’s eyes snap up. “Wow. I’m sorry if I ever made things difficult for you. That was never my intention. I really am sorry.” He apologises, his words sitting well with Ali and she smiles at him weakly.

“Flynn I-“

Before Ali can form any proper words, Flynn cuts her off by thrashing his lips against hers, causing her to jump up in his embrace. Startled at first, her hazel eyes widen at the surprise of his touch. But after a moment, she melts into his embrace and smiles against his lips, finding a way to kiss back. Usually, their kisses would start off sweet and reassuring but something is different about Flynn this time. He’s bringing more force and urgency than he ever had. Like he is in dire need of her. Was it the anger or… no it’s the anger.

Flynn immediately creates a flowing rhythm, snaking his arms around Ali’s waist and drawing imaginary shapes on the fabric of her coat. She can’t help but let out a soft moan when he begins tugging the strands of her soaked auburn hair that drifts down her back. Hearing it, he smirks against her lips, able to taste the raindrops on her mouth and tongue, as she lets his own in. A pace and a fuelling amount of passion builds up, giving them both a sense of relief.

The growing storm in their bodies is even more powerful and bigger than the one outside, as the rain continued to drench them, only adding more fuel to the fire. Flynn forcefully pushes Ali against the railing, groaning lightly when she playfully tugs on the strands of his drenched dark hair. Another smirk crosses his lips and he starts moving to kiss down her jaw and over her neck, gaining a few soft moans from Ali, which is insanely satisfying for him. She strokes his arms, outlining the tattoo on his shoulder, then moving up to his neck. Noticing, Flynn releases his lips from her neck and squints at what she’s doing, slightly intrigued.

“What ya doing there?” He questions, shooting her his signature smirk and she doesn’t dare remove her hand and continues stroking his tattoo.

She glances up, smirking mischievously at him, which turns him on more than you’ll ever know. “What? Can’t I admire a man’s tattoos?” Ali questions, arching her eyebrows seductively at him which makes it very hard for him to hold back.

He plants a kiss on her forehead, then moves to whisper in her ear. “Guess not.” He mutters huskily. With that, Ali grips him by his soaked shirt, pulling him in for a long, lingering kiss - this time it’s more tender and sweet but still plastered with desire.

Too soon, she pulls away, aggravating Flynn. “I wasn’t told we were stopping.” He claims, raising an eyebrow at her and groaning in annoyance.

“Seriously? Can’t you see I’m soaked and it’s also freaking freezing?” Ali reminds him and Flynn smirks at her words, brushing back strands of her hair and planting another kiss on her damp forehead.

“You still look gorgeous.” He replies very smoothly, causing Ali’s heart to flutter. Hearing that, she leans in closer, teasing him by brushing his lips against hers but still not enough to satisfy Flynn.

“How about a hot shower?” She teases, becoming suddenly even more irresistible to Flynn, which he didn’t think was even possible.

He raises an eyebrow at her and briefly brings his lips to hers. “Sure but only if you promise me one thing.” Flynn responds and Ali eyes him questioningly.

“I’m not gonna beg.” She states simply and her eyebrows collide with each other, as she awaits Flynn’s compromise.

Flynn chuckles softly, before forming a serious expression and staring into Ali’s hazel eyes. “Promise me you won’t beat yourself up over Kate anymore.” He requests calmly, taking both Ali’s wet hands in his and kissing each finger one by one.

She doesn’t seem to notice because she gets so confused over his words. “When did I ever-“

“Promise me.”

Flynn stares at her, a glint of hope in his eyes. Just being here with him and staring into them makes her feel at peace and tells her that everything is gonna be okay.

“…Okay, I promise.”

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[thequeenofcronuts]

Justify My Love - Chapter 5 - Never Forget You, Power Over Me

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Book: The Royal Romance

Word Count: 3,270-ish

Pairing: Maxwell x MC (Kristina Hampshire), Hana, Drake, OCs

Warnings - Language

A/N In this TRR Series (Where books 2 and 3 are thrown to the wind): Kristina (MC) decides she cannot stay in Cordonia after the events of the Coronation Ball. Not so much caring about her own reputation, but caring for the life of the man she has been falling for, which is not the prince. She returns to New York and is faced with her heartbreak and regret while Maxwell is left in Cordonia struggling to understand the truth behind his feelings. Will they let each other go?

**All characters and named places are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Rights to the songs lyrics and  titles in this series belong to:

Justify My Love (Madonna) - Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reach Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management

Never Forget You (MNEK and Zara Larsson) - Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Power Over Me (Dermot Kennedy) - Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Series Tags @littleblossom357 @alj4890 @cosigottahavefaith

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Kristina’s POV

- Never Forget You -

“Atlantic City look out because we have arrived, and you’ll never be the same after us.” Stephen proclaims as he stretches before helping Daniel with the bags. “I, Lisa, am your leader for this excursion. Follow me to check in and we will drop our stuff off into our rooms. We leave in twenty minutes on the dot. We’ve got Steel Pier to conquer! Now march!” Daniel narrows his eyes while he looks to Kristina. “This itinerary planning and leading the group has gone to Lisa’s head and I completely blame you.” As Lisa overhears the comment she just shrugs, “Keep up, don't wander from the group, and don't get lost.” Kristina lets out a small laugh, “Heh, like Maxwell would totally do.”

The three stop in their tracks and whip around to face Kristina. “Maxwell, eh? Oh, do tell.” Daniel smirks with his comment. Shit, I just fucking said that. Out loud. And I meant to. What the hell is wrong with me? Gotta change the subject, fast. “People wander off all the time. More importantly I have been promised greasy boardwalk food and funnel cakes.” Stephen turns around to walk into the hotel lobby as he brushes off Kristina's attempt to change the subject. “I’m letting you off the hook Kris, for now since since you're actually going out with us, but we will circle back to this, Maxwell guy.” If he drinks enough, we won't remember to.

After check in Kristina and Lisa change into bikinis and short jean shorts. “I can't believe I let you pack for me, Lisa.” “Technically you didn't let me, I had to handle it while you were fruitlessly throwing out all of your silly protest. Consider this as a sort of punishment. Oh, and wait until you see what I packed for you to wear tonight as we hit the clubs.” No, oh god no. Absolutely no intervention by entertainment. “You know Lisa, I won't be able to go tonight. I’ll have to wash my hair.” Lisa cackles “Bahahaha! This isn't the 1940s Kris. Although you do get points for pulling out the reference.” Kristina put her hand on her hip obviously looking for another excuse. She smirks, “I’ll probably have a headache.” Lisa guffaws. “Kris, we both know what that excuse is for and it most certainly is not for going out clubbing.” “Fine, just drag me out on your ridiculous waste of my time. The sooner we leave the sooner we can be back here.” After an eye roll from both girls, they meet the guys and head to the boardwalk.

“Looking nice ladies.” Kristina glares at Stephen. “Compliment your wife, but don't try and butter me up for this foolish frivolity.” Oh my god, I sound like Bertrand. If their is a higher power up there some where, please help me! “Where first, Lisa? This reminds me of Coney Island, and I can't remember the last time I was there.” “Why Daniel, you don't look too excited.” Lisa lets out sarcastically. “And you, Kris, don't either. So I guess with you two grouches and Lisa and I we balance the group out.” Stephen snorts as he ruffles Kristina's hair and puts his arm around her shoulder like a big brother would. She immediately crosses her arms, tightening her lips into a thin line. That's only for Maxwell…“Don't ever do that again, seriously. Never.” and she storms off to the nearest restroom. “What the hell was that?” Lisa and Stephen watch while Daniel asks out loud with confusion written all over his face. He continues, “This is what I’m talking about guys. The most mundane things just set her off. I never know what to say or do anymore.” 

“Hey babe,” Stephen pipes in, “maybe you should go check on her?” Lisa takes a moment to contemplate her husband’s words. “I think she needs a little space, but if she's not out in ten to fifteen minutes I’ll head in there.” But about ten minutes later Kristina emerges from the bathroom, her eyes a little red and puffy. Too much. This is all...Too much.

“Ok,” Lisa goes on as if nothing happened. “I got how this all works. Tickets for the attractions are a dollar each, and then most attractions require anywhere from one to five tickets.” “Actually,” Kristina interjects. “That's affordable.” “I know right, Kris?” But Daniel shakes his head, “We haven't talked food yet. There's the money pit.” “Oh Daniel hush. There is no room for negativity in my painstakingly perfectly planed itinerary.” Lisa retorts with a smile and playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

The group spends the afternoon riding the attractions, shopping all the touristy shops, and getting that funnel cake Kristina was promised. Slowly Kristina's mood switches from a tad bit of enjoyment, then back to melancholy quickly. No one can see if there's pattern, but the three are watching her trying to figure the out puzzle. The piece of the puzzle they don't know is when they do things that make her think of Maxwell, she immediately falls back into her pit.

They end up having a late lunch early dinner at the Landshark Bar and Grill, taking a table outside. Just a few minutes after they arrive their waiter, Tony, is at the table. He takes their drink order first, Kristina orders a Tranquil Waters. It's Rum, blue curaçao, pineapple juice and mango pieces. The three friends, notice how Tony listens intently only to her order with a huge smile on his face.

“Oh my god Kris, he’s totally into you!” Lisa squees. Kristina looks at Stephen and Daniel with wide eyes. “Yep, Kris. Lisa is right.” Lisa cracks a smile at Daniel. “Thanks, Daniel, I know I am. But I don't hear that often.” She nudges Stephen’s foot under the tab. “No footies you two married or not, and he is absolutely NOT into me.” “Riiiiight. Lets test it Kris. We’ll pay close attention for the rest of the meal and give you the verdict.” “Whatever. If it amuses you all so much, I could care less Stephen.

Tony returns with their drinks, placing Kristina's down last as he leans in and asks her if it's looks okay. She takes a sip and tells him it's perfect. He leans back as he comments to her, “I’m so happy it's perfect for you” with same smile as before. He looks at Kristina first to take her order, and of course tells her it's an excellent choice. After all them order he up the menus while he just glances at the other three and turns to go put the order in, Lisa can't help but let out a giggle. “Seeeee” “Oh come guys, he’s just flirting for a tip. Oldest trick in the book.” “Well the way I see this is, we have two guys at this table,” Stephen points to himself and Daniel, “and two ladies. Would he so obviously flirt with just you if it was only for a tip? How would he know if myself or Daniel are your boyfriend and we’d rip him a new asshole for flirting our girl?” “Would you all just let it fucking go for gods sake. It's not like that.” Everyone is quite until their food is served, and no mentioning of Tony’s still obvious flirtations. Daniel goes to pick up a fork when Kristina points out, “That's a salad fork, not for your meal.” Oh shit, really Kristina? “Fork etiquette Kris?” Daniel gives her an incredulous look. “Who are you and what have you done with my friend?” “Can't a girl just like to have manners?” They all eye her with suspicion.

Tony comes back to pick up the plates and ask how to spilt the checks. He is clearly enthusiastic when Kristina says she is on her bill. Once he's gone she shoots the three a focused and frigid stare warning them to not say a word. Tony returns with the completed receipts and gives Kristina a wink while he hands her the little portfolio it is in. As she pulls it out she groans. ‘Call me’ and his number is written on it. Stephen quickly grabs the receipt from her hands and shows a shit faced grin. “We win! Man, we should have gone for a bet.” She grabs back the receipt back and storms out of the restaurant. As soon as they're all are outside she rips it up and throws it away. Stephen and Daniel each let out a long heavy ‘that's cold’ whistles at the same time. “Guess poor Tony just got a ‘no’”. And Daniel just shakes his head.

Lisa looks at her friend and hooks her arm though Kristina's as she bounces along the path. “Don't pay any attention to tweedle dee and tweedle dum over there. Let's head back to the room and get ready for the club. Dance,Dance, Dance!!” Why? What have I done in my life to be so tortured? Oh Maxwell! It's going to suck without you.

Kristina looks in the mirror as Lisa finishes getting ready. The outfit Lisa packed for her is way more sexy than she wants to appear tonight. It's a little, definitely little, tight black dress with a plunging neck line which is covered with see through black mesh over lace. The thin black straps connect the front of the dress to the V shaped bare back, which comes to a point barely above her ass. The dress has a short skirt with a slit allowing just enough for club dancing moves.

Her makeup is demure with the exception of the fiery red lipstick gracing her perfectly cupid’s bow plump lips, and a beautiful shade of blue eyeliner setting off the shape of her deep blue eyes. Lisa has fastened Kristina's long wavy light brunette locks in low, lose chignon with a slight twis instead of a plain style.

As Kristina examines herself in the bathroom mirror she gives a deep exhale. For the first time in months she is going out after that sudden withdrawal out of Cordonia. As she turns to leave the ensuite she is feels a bit of a sour stomach. Leaving the room to meet the guys in the hall she stops dead in her tracks as she realizes what she is about to do. A split second later she has slumped down the wall to the ground sobbing until she can barely breath.

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Maxwell's POV

Power Over Me -

Hana and Drake knock on Maxwell's hotel room door, but there's no answer. He and Hanna wait a minute with no sounds of stirring in the room. Drake knocks louder, still nothing. Finally letting his anger begin to get to him he pulls back his hand to pound on the door. Before he can connect his fist Hana puts a hand on his arm and shakes her head no. “Drake, do you really want to wake up the entire floor? It is rather early” “Ugh, why are always you so reasonable, Hana? Maxwell knew what time we were heading out. How can he not be ready? This is kind of important. So where the hell is he?” Hana pulls out her cellphone and swiftly taps out a message. Right away it buzzes back. “Well Drake, he’s already down in the lobby and has eaten breakfast. So I think he is on the same page as us in the importance of all this, plus I think you need to start giving him more credit.” “Well, I’m kinda feeling like an ass right this second. Hana, I’ll apologize to you for me expecting the worst of him, but I’m not changing my opinion of Maxwell.”

Hana sighs sweetly as they walk towards the elevators. “The three of us want Kristina back, Drake. Each one of us just as much as the other, so can we please stay positive and work together?” Drake treats it as a rhetorical question as they get on the elevator. Hana presses the lobby button and on the way down Drake keeps his hands in his pockets and lets out a stream of air. “Yeah, for Hampshire, and you, I can manage dealing with him. Although I presume there will be whiskey along the way.” Hana places a hand on his shoulder with a slight laugh. “This is for Maxwell and Kristina too. If he can make her happy don't you want that for her?” Drake looks over to Hana, “Hana stop being so right all the time. It's obnoxious.” He smirks and she giggles. “And,” she goes on, “Maxwell has been your friend for a long time. You two may have a … unique… dynamic, but don't you want him to be happy too. You know he would do the same for you, for any of us.” Letting out another sigh and taking a hand from his pocket to rub the back of neck and says in a bit of a playful tone, “Ok Hana, you win. Again, just stop being so damn reasonable all the time.”

The elevator door slides open and there is Maxwell in the lobby bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet wearing a massive smile. “Good morning kids! Do you need breakfast before we head out on this first leg of our adventure?” Hana can't help but smile at Maxwell's returned enthusiasm, even Drake has a lopsided tiny smirk while he looks on. “I could use some coffee and maybe a bagel.” Hana tells him with an affirmative nod. “Really easy to get that Hanna. They've a grab and go section here in the hotel. Drake?” Maxwell is still bouncing, but now alternating from foot to foot. “Just coffee.” Maxwell smiles wider. “You're orders are too easy my friends. Let's go grab what you want and head out.” Maxwell turns and bolts towards little foot mart. “Wait a second, Maxwell,” “What Drake?” “How much caffeine have you consumed already today?” “One cup of coffee.” Drake quirks a quizzical eyebrow. “Just one cup of coffee. Seriously Maxwell?” “Yep my man, this is me on just one cup, a colossal amount adrenaline, and both are mixed with excitement. So let's get this show on the road.” Maxwell slides from foot to foot to his own rhythm as they walk.

Drake calls for the car and in a few minutes a black Cadillac Escalade pulls up to the drop off/pick up line outside the hotel’s entrance. The car barely stops before Maxwell hops in calling far a window seat. Hana follows knowing sitting by Maxwell may very well keep Drake from any rash movements. “Riding in style, I see. Lets get some music pumping.” He pulls out his phone looking for the road trip playlist he created last night. “So how have we scored this ride?” He asking over his music. “Let me explain, “pipes up Hana trying to speak over his music. “but first please stop your tapping your feet so hard. Your making the floor shake.” “But it's the perfect rhythm of the music. Feel the music Hana.” It's nice see him a coming a little back to himself. “Okay Maxwell, I feel the music.” He jovially gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Hana begins to explain to Maxwell, “ First I flew in from Cordonia on a separate flight from you and Drake so if anyone happened to notice us leaving court it hopefully wouldn't appear remiss,” Drake cuts in, “Not like anyone will actually notice you and me not being around. You've locked yourself up in your estate and I’m me.” Hana tries to comfort Drake, but also with a bit of sarcasm. “You’ll be missed. People can't resist your signature brand of grumpiness for too long.” Maxwell claps, “Good one Hana!!” “Ok you two, no more comments from the peanut gallery. At any rate, Liam wants to help us as much as he can without raising questions or suspicions from the press and court. He and Kiara are newlyweds and even though she doesn't mind Kristina’s return, obviously the crown can't be seen directly helping in her name being cleared or her return. But if her best friends find Tariq and Kristina it would seem perfectly normal.”

Hana tries to continue but Maxwell begins to get lost in the beat of the music’s baseline. He taps the rhythm on his thighs while he is still tapping his feet. “Focus Maxwell. So Liam let Bastien work with us in locating Tariq’s last three locations after he came to LA. That actually was a bit easier than expected. You know Bastien has his … ways of getting information, of well information of a personal nature. We were able to just follow the money from his accounts. He stopped in a few different states, but ultimately settled in LA. At least for now he is still here. So that's why we got here as fast as we could.” Maxwell stops the tapping and looks pensive. “I can see it. A perfectly rich area with amazing designer clothing. Really a perfect place for him.” “True” Hana agreed and went on, “Liam is paying for the investigation and our trip.”

“ Bastien has everything set to get Tariq back to Cordonia once we find him. He also has everything set to get him back to Cordonia and make his statement. At the same time Tariq is traveling we'll on our way to New York.” “Assuming we can get him to help clear Kristina’s name.” Drake states and sighs. “But I do believe we have numerous ways to convince him to.” Maxwell's mouth drops. “Geez Maxwell, nothing illegal. Calm down.” “Ok, it now all  makes sense to me. Oooohhhh, I wanted to ask, can we eat at an ‘In-N-Out Buger’ while we're here? I researched food places last night, and apparently it's a must do!” “Maxwell, this isn't a vacation. We aren't tourists.” “I know Drake, but adventures need sustenance! Aaaaannndddd also how much longer to the first stop, Hana? Are we close yet?” She looks at the direction app on her phone. “Well, in LA traffic, your guess is as good as mine.”

Maxwell felt like they were driving for a million years when he spots the beacon of culinary hope. A sign for an ‘In-N-Out Burger’ is ahead of them. His eyes light up an he begins to ask, “ Ohhhh, pleas, please, please. It's one of the meccas of what they call fast food here. Come on, when will ever be back here? Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeeee?!?!?” Hana's laugh chimes while Drake complains. “You sound like a whinny kid begging to open his gifts two days early before Christmas. But, if it will shut you up, lets go.” Drake caves in. “Yes!!! Sweet! And Drake, I won't tell anyone that you let your half American side take you over and that you really want this American greasy goodness for yourself, and not just shut me up. Ha!”

Maxwell insists on the entire experience and he leaps out of the car turning around to hurry along to yell at Hana and Drake to move faster. “Come on guys!! You're so slow!” And he proceeds to moonwalk through the parking lot. As he enters the restaurant it smells like an American heaven, or at least what he thinks an American heaven, should smell like. Unlike the cronut experience during the Social Season he stops, gets in line, and looks at the menu. With wide eyes he can't even begin to decide. According to what he read online, this is a momentous occasion, and he doesn't want to screw it up.

He goes with (whatever a “Combo #2” means)  which is a cheeseburger, fries, and a drink. Then he adds a hamburger, and 2 milkshakes, because he couldn't decide between the chocolate or the strawberry. After having to make two trips to get all of his prizes to the table he finally sits down and rubs his hands together. With a maniacal laugh he looks at the bounty before him. “You, my tasty adversaries, are no match for Lord Beaumont’s gastrointestinal fortitude!” Back in the car he falls asleep after the ‘In-N-Out’ defeat of his war with lunch. “Hana,” Drake whispers, “if this all we have to do to keep him unconscious, I say we eat at every fast food joint from here to New York.”

#the royal romance #choices the royal romance #trr #maxwell beaumont #trr maxwell #the royal romance maxwell #maxwell beaumont x mc #maxwell x mc

[utterlyinevitable]

another mason x detective x nate LT i want more than anything to be canon

Bakery Fallout for N/M LT

The absolute deliciousness of drama if we get to choose who to bring to the dinner date with Verda and Eric especially after that damn bakery comment from Mason. 

ok so n having little flutters of feelings for mc from the beginning but trying to be professional and not wanting to try anything. and then knowing nothing will happen because m has practically claimed mc. 

but after that damn comment mc is basically ignoring m at all costs. completely not dealing with any of his bs. boy bye. she likes him so much and knows she deserves better than this player. 

it’s my fault. i knew who he was from the beginning. oops. thank you next. 

and m is still sooo dazed by his feelings from that incident. like whyyy is he unsettled. why is he feeling guilty. he doesn’t realize he hurt her feelings because she didn’t really give much away as she walked out just a “see you later” that he ignored. he was much too distracted then to pay attention to her heartrate. 

and m doesn’t realize that this has all become a little more than either bargained for. 

what m does know is that nate has feelings for mc. he notices how effortlessly mc and nate get on, like actual friends and companions. and watching them from his perch is not the kind of jealousy mason feels with the dogs. it’s a whole other pang he can’t se to figure out. nate would know if mason only wasn’t too prideful to ask. 

Nate totally goes with MC to the intervention disguised as a dinner date. He goes with her just to help out and no other intentions in his back pocket. 

Back at the warehouse Mason can’t stop pacing. He patrols extra and wanders around the shadows of the town and ends up walking across the street from the house they’re eating at. wandering that road a little longer than necessary. he didn’t even realize that’s where he ended up at first. 

and once he’s there he figured he’d tune in to see how their “mission” is going. he hears two strong human heart beats, one a little faster and the pace unfamiliar. the other was known. hers. steady and without a care. 

and he listened intently. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here with that one.” it’s Verda’s voice. Spoken softly, like it’s a secret. Mason thinks they’re in another room away from Nate and Eric whom are further away by the sounds of their hearts. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You and the brooding one have been rather inseparable lately. Everyone’s been talking about how you’re finally seeing someone.” 

“They have names you know.” 

There’s a pause, longer than necessary. Now Mason’s invested in this conversation. 

“Nothing’s going on,” she says. 

Another pause.   

“It’s over.” 

“Good,” Verda sighs. 

And with that Mason checks out of the conversation and makes his way back home. His mind, head, body feeling worse than the aftermath of the bakery. and he still doesn’t understand WHY his body is doing these things. nothing makes sense. 

When Mason gets home he runs into felix who picks up on the change in demeanor. he doesn’t make a joke or give mason hell. just a pat on the shoulder and some small words. 

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A/N: SOMEONE WRITE THIS LT FOR ME PLLLLLEEEEEASE 

#twc book 3 spoilers

[mi-nyu-dreams]

Free Fanfic/story prompts for adoption

Hey, these are just a few prompts I’ve thought up of but have no intention to write. Just like a random bundle of work that won’t be able to make it out of the drafting boards. There isn’t a lot at the moment. But, they’re too good to throw away. So, I’d thought I’d give em out for adoption. If you want to use them, feel free to send me an ask, dm, or leave a note. Just tell me which one you want to use, a little of how you are gonna use it and done! I’ll give it to you! It’s a first come first serve thing unless you just want the idea and not the entire prompt. If you’re just wanting the idea and bits of the prompt, it’ll still be open for the public until someone really wants the entire prompt (edited or not). And if a prompt is already taken, don’t fret, you can possibly ask to use bits or the idea of it. Just not the entire prompt. No plagiarism here.

If you want to change the prompt a bit like add something or change a little bit, feel free. For example, if you want to change it to a BxB instead of GxB, feel free. Or smut to fluff, okie dokie. Or a character to a different character, I’m fine with that too. Or if it’s Monsta X and you want to use Got7 instead, go on right ahead. Just take good care of them. I’ll update it when a prompt is taken or I add a new prompt.

Ah! Btw, if you are posting it publicly, crediting me for the original prompt is optional. However, I’d actually personally appreciate you crediting me for the prompt cuz these are pretty original prompts. And if you adopted the story, please share the link or something to me so I can check out the story! I’d love to see how you all work out these prompts! Thank you and have a nice day~

1. Title: n/a

Genre: smut angst romcom

MC has been working constantly on her own after her parents passing. But things aren’t working out and she is desperate. One day, a man approaches her saying that he was close to her deceased parents. He wants to help her and agrees to hire her for a job at his business. Turns out, he’s the owner of SK’s well known night clubs and strip clubs. MC, although reluctant, agrees to work for him but on a few conditions. She will not initiate any intimacy or sexual skin-ship with any client and must have her identity completely anonymous. The man agrees and MC becomes a waitress at his clubs as “Inari” and suits a fox mask that covers half of her face. She works diligently at the bar and soon becomes a fan favorite. She later works as a private waitress to specially picked vip. She serves the vip privately and if she wants, possibly intimately. However, she never initiates any sexual interaction. That’s until one day, she is called for a special private meeting with a man who had been interested in her. She goes to meet and serve the man, thinking it to be some rich man wanting nothing but to eat her up. However, to her surprise, her new vip... was Monsta X’s Lee Minhyuk. They become acquainted and on one very drunk night, they “accidentally” have sex in the private room and their relationship takes a turn for the best and worst.

2. Title: n/a

Genre: bxb

(Based off this pic lol):

Im Changkyun and Lee Minhyuk are childhood friends who are also sons to rich families. Changkyun is the second son to I.M Music Entertainment and Minhyuk the first son to Gorgeous Fashion Corporations. Both families were close and sponsor each other. They were close friends who enjoyed each other’s company. However, Changkyun leaves Korea to the States to study music and Minhyuk moves to Paris with his family. They split for almost eight years. When they finally meet up again in SK, the two become totally different people. Changkyun, formally known as a sweet and gentle person, becomes distant and cold. He comes to hate people and is always alone. Minhyuk, though still charismatic and friendly, is mischievous and has become a hardcore playboy. He dates both female and male and plays with their hearts to his own hearts content. When they reunite, Changkyun gives Minhyuk a very cold shoulder and pushes him away. Minhyuk, confused by his childhood friend’s behavior, isn’t having it and vows to find out about the change. The two slowly grow closer again and encounter many ups and downs. They soon come to find out about each other’s experiences when apart and grow much more fond. Enough to fall in love.

3. Title: n/a

Genre: Smut angst romcom

MC is suddenly hired to be BTS’s personal maid. This devastates her as she hates celebrities after she had dated an idol previously and he cheated on her with another idol. She heads out for a drink to wash her sorrows away and encounters a man at the bar. Being too drunk for the both of them, they head to a hotel and kill off the alcohol with a one-night-stand. MC wakes up the next morning in disbelief and fear. She runs off and tries to pretend it never happened, even if she didn’t remember the man’s face. However, when she heads to work for BTS, she comes to find out... that that guy she had sex with, was none other than Min Suga. MC tries to hide the fact but things get complicated as she slowly finds out that he may be head-over-heals for her. And she can’t get out of this tricky contract of hers. “You must serve the boys to whatever degree. You cannot disobey.”

4. Title: My perfect girl

Adopted by @wentzblews

Genre: romcom angst

MC has always been treated like she was nothing by people other than her friends and family. Reason being that she was nothing like her friends and family. All of them, and I mean all of them, were superbly handsome and/or beautiful. She on the other hand... was a potato. Nothing more, nothing less. She’s lived with this label and has grown a strong hatred toward herself. Especially since a terrible incident a year and a half ago. MC had fallen in love with her brothers new friend and they soon dated. She was absolutely in love. Until... she went to visit her best friend for a surprise birthday visit for her friend. Upon her arrival, she encounters a scene that scarred her for life. Her “boyfriend” having sex with her “best friend”. Everything shattered before her eyes and MC breaks down. She finds out he never loved her and dated her to get closer to her friend. He always thought MC was ugly and unsatisfactory. MC’s friend apologizes to MC and tries to explain, but MC breaks ties with both of them and holds a terribly strong hatred toward the two of them. A year and a half later, she still resents them and hates herself even more. Until, she meets Jeon Jungkook. Her brother’s close friend. Jungkook has always looked out for her and found her interesting. One day, he confesses to her and vows to make her his. MC refuses to love again, but his adorable charm and cheeky attitude begins to change MC. “I want to show you that you’re beautiful. You’re loved. And that you’re my perfect girl.”

5. Title: His partner.

Genre: Smut angst romcom

(No specific group/idol)

MC is jobless and needs money for tuition. She can’t find a decent job and her life seems almost in ruins. That’s until, she meets a guy in the local bathrooms. He’s being chased down by a bunch of fan girls and asks her to hide him. So, she does. Who would’ve thought that that would be the beginning of their complicated relationship? Turns out the guy is a famous model who is constantly chased by girls for his looks. He finds out about her sticky predicament and agrees to help her. If she pretends to be his lover, he’ll pay her loads. But, there were little catches to that. You see... her just being his female lover isn’t gonna cut it. To make the girls back off of him for good, he’s gotta be gay. So, MC must pretend to be his male lover. As well as serve him. Cuz ya know, a twenty something guy who hasn’t had a partner in years gets a little lonely and...uh...sexually frustrated.

#kpop #monsta x #bts #im changkyun #changkyun #bangtan boys #bangtan #fanfic #fanfiction #stories #minhyuk #monsta x minhyuk #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #got7 #nct #wanna one #infinite #astro #smut #angst #romance #idol #vixx #twice #blackpink #pentagon #seventeen #shinee