#figured i should post this now since i'm about to leave and be gone for most of the day!!!

[shuamorollss]

I hate you, in ways I can't even fathom...

✩˖. ˖˙ ❝ As Mingyu sets up a farewell party before his leave for college. He finally gets the courage to have one last chat with the person who he dearly hates and deeply adores. ❝

Established e2l, best friend's brother trope, kinda angst with fluff ending, both of them being an overthinking mess, Gyuri as Mingyu's sister >_< Warnings— confrontation scene is kinda corny but bear w me, Sloppy writing but again, bear with me. + anything else I forgot :P

note — I've written this a year ago and finished it like a few month back portraying another idol(Sunghoon) but I changed it to Mingyu the last minute bc I haven't been updated w Enhypen nowadays and I wanna focus on posting svt-related fics :'( Did some small tweaks here and there since I genuinely really liked how I wrote this fic and thought, "Wow, I should post this." and I did. 😁

note 2 — I'm starting my college year in just a few weeks as psych freshie! Rlly excited for this new fresh of air and I'm already expecting my hectic schedule during this, but since I regained my enjoyment in writing, I might post more from time to time just to relieve my stress after writing countless of essays during my senior year. Actually, I've already been working on a S.coups fic recently and I'm really passionate abt this one! Anyway I'm rambling atp so just... Enjoy this fic! I'm officially back in tumblr nation! :P

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Mingyu delightfully chatters with the guests, his eyes couldn't stop darting your way as you talk to his sister. The curves of your lips senses the enjoyment of your current conversation, the way your eyes sparkled at whatever his sister was saying, and the way how gentle you sip your drink as your eyes never left on his sister's talky figure. This observation felt odd to him since why would he take notice of you, sipping your drink? And why isn't he paying attention to what his mom's friend has to say?

Even if Mingyu’s eyes are forcing itself to glue onto the nice woman in front of him, the one who stuck mostly is you, in his mind.

He felt devastated, to say the least. The thought of not teasing and annoying you for a long time, and most importantly,

not seeing you for a very... long time.

As the thought progresses in his head, the more his heart sinks at every ounce of your presence dissipating into his life.

Despite that, what he fears right at this moment is you forgetting that very presence of him in your life.

As much as him slowly forgetting you haunts him (which is impossible now considering you have forever been engraved in this man's mind and soul), what trickles him more to despair is that if you forget him, he becomes a nobody into your vision. Possibly his life.

So how? How would he be able to tell you that he doesn't want you to forget him, and that you should be aware that he cherishes you, so much. Maybe even too much.

As the conversation came to its end, relieved that the woman didn't suspect the man's uninterest towards her blabber. Mingyu finally came to an impulsive courage to look for you, tell him how he feels, and probably start a relationship with you? Who knows? He'll make sure to maintain a long distance relationship with you even if things get busy.

As long as he's doing it for you, he won't hesitate for anything.

However, as minutes passed, he looked back to where he last saw you.

You were gone.

Mingyu's house isn't huge, so he might be able to spot you at some corner in no time.

Although he looked everywhere and every corner inside the home.

Still no sign of you.

Where are you? Did you go home?

…

..

.

Did he miss his chance?

Not even daring himself to ask anyone about your whereabouts, his emotions quickly transformed into a gloomy blob, in an attempt to remain wobbled down and never move for the rest of the event too much to his dismay of finally losing you from his life.

Though he couldn't stand the embarrassment of his emotions overcoming his actions.

So, he kept it in.

He explored everything within these house walls without receiving concern on the guests' ends. He knew every room and place by heart from childhood, yet he still had the initial thought that you must've gone home already.

As he felt his heart dripping tears, he made his way outside his house, in hopes to see you outside at the very least, if you left, just leaving, or you might be outside right at this moment. He would wonder if he would make it out in the same nick of time as yours, not wanting to expect your figure already gone so early in the evening.

When Mingyu twisted the knob and pushed the door, he was met with your gasp, "Huh!—” turning your head in a panic from the tense creak of their front door.

Mingyu's heart immediately quickens, a feel of an arrow penetrating his chest as he lays his eyes down on your intense state, sitting down on a stair.

A noise that quickly makes his heart leap. Thank goodness, really.

"I thought you left?" Mingyu calmly, yet his cheeky smile never seemed to fade.

"I was just about to.." You responded, eyes shifting to the other house across the street.

"Oh."

His eyes followed yours as it landed on the same house you were still looking at. Thus, creating dead silence within your bubble area..

The silence didn't seem welcoming to you, as if Mingyu was fed up with your presence. You have always felt that his uninterest for you was always evident. They all felt real, and the way his eyes look at you with pure intimidation gets off with barely ease.

Yes, the silly banters still happen. Yet as time passes by you feel convinced that he progressively decreases his fondness of you.

You only came to realize this when you started to notice every bit of his actions and demeanors.

The way he avoids you, the way his eyes barely look into your way anymore when you tell him a snarky comeback you feel proudest to even say…

And the way he barely even talks to you in general.

Which was already odd to say the least, you would never observe someone this close before.

Yet here you are.

These observations you had discovered within Mingyu completely changed how you were around him. Sure the bickering and playful hatred stayed, yet those times couldn't stop you from overthinking that maybe you have gone too far with your words? Gradually being aware about the peculiar feelings for the man.

You’re still aware, of course. However, you have no idea what you want to be for him.

In some certain aspects, you crave for his attention...maybe a lot. As humiliating as it sounds.

Subconsciously imagining holding his warm hands similar to what happened back to the day you exactly started to overthink how you see your dearest best friend's obnoxious brother.

It's scary. It's dreamy.

It's everything you wish you never wanted.

Despite all this, you figured that anything close to being equals would be impossible to happen now. Since Mingyu seemed to not seek your presence around anymore. Even for just one small talk that consists of nothing but insults.

He was starting to avoid you for weeks, not even saying a word when you attempted to say hello.

It left an unhealed wound inside your heart. Even with this. You still attended his farewell party in hopes to see him one last time, even from afar(Also his sister invited you).

Seeing him again after weeks, makes you feel somewhat… humiliated.

As if every time you land a gaze at his way, you felt like falling to a pit once more. Rock bottom.

"We...Well, I...I should go now." You quickly stood up to your feet with anxious heaves of breaths, not wanting to prolong the awkward air.

He watches you, perplexed. "Huh— what? Already?" Mingyu stutters, his eyes shifting his gaze onto you with faint disbelief.

As he watches you about to take a step out of their porch, Mingyu mutters a word that you hear inaudibly.

You turn around subconsciously to see the man's figure startled as your eyes meet his, as if you had heard him mutter something about you.

"I'm sorry..."

"Huh? What do you mean?" you raised a brow.

"I said that you should go if you want but I also said I didn't want you to go and that—"

"You told me not to go?"

"Kinda..? I thought... you heard me say that…"

Your lips fight to plaster a small smile, still awkward, but still warm. "I didn't."

Mingyu inhales sharply, his heart thudding from the inside, "Well, don't go... just yet. We should talk."

Your body shifted to his direction, endeared by his bashful demeanor despite his body looking utterly intimidating to an outer view. Your chest feels relaxed at the thought of Mingyu finally having the means to talk to you even after his unexplained ghosting.

You joined him, your best friend, who's leaning forward onto their porch ramp beside him.

"Congratulations, by the way." You started, following his gaze into the nowhere streets of the neighborhood.

Mingyu felt the temperature rising in his cheeks, the genuine smile he shows at your greeting sets your heart at bay. Mirroring his sweet smile you always do enjoy and engraved.

"Thank you." He beamed, blinking onto your view beside him, then darting his vision in front.

Silence bloomed over once more. Subtly queasing over the small twists and turns your stomach was doing being just a few meters beside Mingyu.

"Congratulations to you too." he adds, finally dissipating the awkward feeling in your stomach and for what it seemed to be for the both of you. Receiving a questioning look shifting onto him.

"For what?" You laughed anxiously.

"You won't get to see this handsomely infuriating face anymore,"

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his response. It was typical of him to have thought about it anyway. Though, you’ll miss it. Miss these moments with him.

You fix your composure as you feel your back slightly aching now, maybe the posture wasn't that daring to see when Mingyu went out through the door and met with your figure. But oh well.

“Wow.” You sneak out a short chuckle. You didn't know why but something about reliving the banters with Mingyu just made this whole lighthearted talk quite upsetting.

Mingyu was quick to catch the light flickering out of your tone, just by the forced chuckle alone. It made him… visibly concerned.

He shifts his gaze onto you once more, all while you were set to check up on the cutes-y house down by the road. Watching Mingyu’s beam slowly falter from your peripheral vision.

“Something on your mind?” He asks, sounding genuinely worried that got you feeling all the more gloomy.

You whip your head to look at him with widened eyes. You clearly didn't want to set off that vibe but you did, and the man read that all too well.

“No… I mean, No.” You clarify, laughing off with a slight curve on your lips to disregard the small crack in your heart.

Mingyu scoffed, unconvinced and skeptical, “I know that tone of yours. You're not fine.” He said.

Since when did he know that? You ask yourself, furrowing a brow at him.

You were silent, the air between you was silent, and it only confirmed Mingyu’s assumption.

He heaves out a sigh, darting his gaze to the house across the street, relaxing his shoulders and elbows as he leaned comfortable by the ramp.

“Look, I don't know if you're sad that I’m leaving and all… Since we never really haven't been in talking for awh—”

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” Mingyu blinked,

“I’m just, sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Cause you're like that!” You exclaimed, raising your brows in defense. You felt a bit of heat rising through your temper for absolutely no reason. You were upset, yes, but in no way was it valid for you to let it all out on the guy who barely did anything to you.

If ever, you should be putting all this anger to yourself. On how long it took for you to realize that you might actually… I miss him too much.

“You hate me, right?” you asked, but the man knew that was a rhetorical question. “You don't like me. In fact, you hate me. You didn't like it when I'm within the walls of your comforting space. You hate it when I’m closer to your sister than you are with her. You hate me because I’m considered as someone who’d only give nothing but bad things to your sister who’s so pure and innocent.”

“And you know, I hate you too. For being so protective and always pulling me down a slippery slope. Calling me names to convince Sophia that I’m nothing but a pot of bad luck. I fucking hated it whenever you steal my favorite spot at my favorite café.”

“And you know… our reasons aren't all that bad. It’s nothing big, you don't hate me cause I made a huge mistake, and vice versa. And then we have our moments when we got along, shared a laugh, and worked together.” She scoffs out a laugh, it seemed sarcastic and demeaning that Mingyu sensed understandably.

“And then after actually getting along. You’d take a step back and pretend nothing happened. Like we’re back to square one of heated arguments and bickering.”

“I should hate you, I really should, but I couldn't. Not when I see your presence and feel myself fumbling through the clouds with a thudding chest. I hate you, but why? Is it because you see me as a bad influence? Is it because of your intended stealing of my favorite seat? Or is it that you made me feel things I don't wanna feel?”

There was another silence. Mingyu couldn't really speak out about his thoughts. It was all too sudden. You were all too sudden.

“And—And now we're here. I’m attending your farewell party and then we’re talking like old pals again.” Your lips curved into a forcing smile, at least you were finding a bright side in all of this. Yet… it still cost nothing.

Mingyu was just there, standing. His eyes staring with confusion alongside a plethora of questions. He understood your outburst well, but his mind is utterly conflicted whether or not you were implying something he hoped you were trying to imply.

“What are you trying to say right now?” Was all the man could muster. He was just as baffled as you are quite frankly.

You knew that quite well, since you also didn't expect those thoughts to become verbal. All for him to hear.

You took a deep breath. “What I'm trying to say is, I like you. I like you so much.” You pause, now keeping the time to gather your thoughts.

“And it kills me slightly that you’ll never see me that way, because all I am to you is that I’m your sister’s annoying best friend.”

Mingyu stares, opens his mouth and closes it once more. He didn't know what to say. The thoughts in his mind were scribbling elsewhere with jumbled letters he couldn't muster anymore.

All he knew was his heart was beating. Fast.

You look down to the wooden floor, then darting up to take a look on his face. A face that’ll confirm your rejection. A face that shows so much confusement and annoyance.

“Do you hate me?”

All that took was for Mingyu to finally hit himself in his own senses by the words left from your mouth. Your breath hitched, eyes glistening with worry and hope.

Mingyu was all the more baffled to have heard such things from you. Your doubts, your fears, your feelings.

It’s new to him. All of this was new to him. He swore to himself that you hated him, and that's what kept himself away.

And now you're here, telling him how you feel, telling him things you wish to have just kept to yourself if you just went home, or just not attend at all—

“I do.”

Crack.

“What?” You mutter, your breath shaking. Startled through his cold answer.

“I hate you. We both know that.” He says, removing the contact of his elbows through the wooden ramp of their porch. His stance facing you as you look at him with curiosity.

“I hate you because you’re always clinging to my sister. You’re always letting her do things she wouldn't normally do. For getting out of her comfort zone." He says, seeping the assumption of him telling a whole list of why he hates you.

It’s only going to shatter you right here, right now.

“I hate you because you're such a know-it-all. You know how annoying you are when you’re like that?” He chatters, taking small steps closer towards you. His eyes pierced through you with intention.

“I hate you because you know how to fight back. Ways so snarky and defensive. Your complaints are pretentious and deafening.” He scoffs. Taking another step closer.

Bit by bit, his words start to dig into your heart. Feeling all walls crash to you each step he has taken.

It’s suffocating, it's baffling.

Though, you couldn't be expecting a good outcome from the man who you never once deemed a friend.

…

..

.

“And honestly, that made me realize how cool you actually are. And that got me jealous.” Another creak on the wooden floor.

“It made me reasonably look up to you.”

One last step. As if you're completely towered by him.

“and worse of all. I hate you,”

and Silence. You couldn't ponder for a more rational approach. Hell, you couldn't even think of anything at this point. All the things grazing in your mind were countless blurs and just incoherence. You couldn't get yourself to speak up and spit a genius counter. All you could do against him was stay silent as he took a deep breath before continuing his words.

“Because it took years for me to finally tell you that I love you. For the longest time.”

That, you didn't expect.

Your eyes whip up to meet his mellowed eyes, staring directly at you. With intentions and wants.

He wants for himself to be closer…and more closer to you.

You could feel your chest pumping rapidly, your breath hitching at the overwhelming feelings stirring up in your stomach. Your mind was fully blurry at this point, nothing in it but him, Kim Mingyu. The menace he is.

You kept your gaze onto him, freezing your expression as he gently held your hand. The contact of his warmth sends shivers down your spine. Slowly holding it up as his head lowers down, his soft lips fervently pressing on the dropped down temperature of her hand.

“Telling you that I love you…the same time I have to say goodbye.” He whispered, adding to his previous confession.

This is where you processed it. The entirety of it. His words, his intentions, his own wants match to your needs.

The need to have him this close, that's what you need right now.

Because after all this time, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

And that is enough for you to know that whatever this is between you, isn't one-sided anymore. Or never at all at this point.

He holds onto your hand for dear life as he leans closer. His eyes drop down to gaze at your plump lips with fervent need.

“I want you, Y/N.” He whispers. Filled with honeys and sweets and your heart makes mellow beats while you perk up a grin with evident anticipation.

“Please…” He adds, his voice lowering in tone. Shaking almost. Transferring your soft hands to cup the side of his face with ease. Slowly pulling him closer to your embrace.

“Mingyu…” You whisper mellowly, eyes meeting him, desperately seizing you in this distance.

“I have wanted you for the longest time.” He blurts out, interrupting your words for a few seconds until he couldn't get the right capacity in his brain to process any more words of longing as he lunges in and breaks the distance. “More than you think.” His lips have finally met yours in a passionate kiss.

Both mouths mold to each other in complete unison. He moves his hands up to your hips and pulls her even closer to him, pressing his whole body against yours too in order to feel her skin to skin contact.

He pulls back slightly, just so he can get a few words out in between his kisses on her lips. "I need you to be mine." he whispers softly, a slight desperation in his tone as he pulls you close again, kissing you once more. His tongue makes a leeway to explore your own as you feel your mind and stomach daze into wondrous bliss. Body suddenly feeling as if it fell from the clouds landing onto a pile of soft petals of daisies and tulips sending you into utter euphoria.

This is what you wanted. This is what you needed.

Now, feeling breathless under his grasp. You finally managed to inhale sharply, taking the initiative to pull yourself back from the contact with the close distance still intact. Panting from the pressure and brain cloudy from that whole instance. You felt your stomach churning and twisting as you took each breath to process that you really just kissed Kim Mingyu.

There was silence between the two of you. The only noise being the chatter and laughter happening inside Mingyus’ abode as the both of you stare into consciousness.

All you could play in your head were his soft whispers of being yours. He wants you, and you, and you, and you—

“Y/N.”

You snap out of your imaginative trance as your eyes dart up onto his face, looking down at you in another crave to taste your lips once more.

But he refused to dig it himself. Instead, he just held your face. Carefully. His thumbs rubbing your cheeks with soft grace.

“I want you. I love you. I don't wanna leave you.” He chanted almost everything he felt, causing your heart to mellow at his honeydew words. The edges of your lips creeping up into a smile, leaning close to him to have your foreheads touching.

“I don't want you to leave either,” you start, your smile slowly faltering. “But…we both know you have to.” You retort. Your tone lingering with disappointment, kicking back to the reality of it all. “This is huge for you.”

His thumbs began to rub extremely slowly as he muttered the words, “I’ll take you with me.” Causing you to slightly widen your eyes at him, startled.

“Mingyu, you can’t—”

“I know I can't.” He huffs, “Just please, stay with me for now. I’ll leave tomorrow, and I all I want to be with you right now…fuck.” He hissed by the end, transferring his hands as it held your waist. Pulling you into his embrace.

This is the first time you have felt Mingyu’s need.

And it’s solely for you.

Though you have known before that after this, and for the days leading on, you will have to endure the moments without his presence. He’s going to a prestigious university and you are left here with your best friend, who’s also his beloved sister.

One more year wouldn't be that bad.

“I'll come to you after I graduate,” You mumble through the fabric of his shirt, causing him to perk up a smile as he tightens the embrace.

“I promise you that.” You finish with a smile.

…

You and Mingyu finally made amends and had a passionate talk about your own futures and plans with mutual bonds and respect. Both of you finally decided to get back inside the party, with him opening the door for you. Taking a step foot into his home with giggles and smiles then immediately stopping at the sight that welcomed them.

Mingyu raises a brow at his sister alongside almost every guest within the party looking at their way with sly smirks and teasing grins.

“Uhm… Gyuri?”

Sophia widens her eyes, acting clueless. “What?”

“What's going on?” He questions once more. His hand lightly grazed up to hold yours at his back, wanting the people at front to see the contact.

But they already knew what's up.

“Well…” Gyuri widens a beam as she inhales before continuing. “Not only did you get into Harvard… But you also got yourself a girlfriend?!” She broadcasts with evident ecstasy. Causing almost all of his relatives, friends, and family to celebrate and cheer that caused the both of you and Mingyu to stare in confusion.

“Wait, what are—”

“Oh don't worry dear brother.” She grinned slyly, reaching ear to ear.

“I heard everything.”

[blackcat-star]

Accidentally.

Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader.

Here is your request @sambi96

I apologize if it's not to your liking ;-; This topic is quite difficult for me….Hope you can enjoy this.

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It started out like any other normal day, or at least it should have.

You were used to being the reliable person behind the scenes, the calm and collected one when chaos ensued. After all, you were used to hunting monsters, dealing with the occasional portal malfunction, and cleaning up after Jinwoo's shadow army, so a little weirdness here and there didn't faze you.

But then, this.

Your unmistakable feeling of cool, fresh sheets wrapped around you had woken you up. But when you opened your eyes and looked down, you saw something that caused you to sit up, pounding heart.

Somewhere your chest was now gone and it was replaced with something more muscular and toned.

"Wait. What?" you muttered, your eyes glancing quickly towards the mirror. There was no mistaking it.

It was Jinwoo's face.

"NO WAY."

Your hands fly straight to your thick, dark, perfectly styled hair. You tug at it in disbelief before glancing down at your abs? Your midsection is completely different. Firm, strong muscles where you were used to softness.

Then the final bombshell hits when your phone vibrates on your nightstand. You grab it, staring at the screen with wide eyes. A single text from a very familiar contact.

🖤: Arent you? In my body.

You: WHAT TF DID YOU DO JINWOO?!?!?!?

🖤: It's not me. I woke up and screamed because I have boobs now. So, thanks for that trauma.

You run your hands through your hair in frustration. "How did this-?"

The text continues.

🖤: I don't know what kind of weird dungeon magic this is, but somehow it's your fault. And I refuse to deal with it alone.

You: What did I do? I didn't sign up for this! You've somehow cursed me!

🖤: Maybe you should have thought twice before teasing me about my coffee addiction.

You roll your eyes. "That was months ago."

The next few hours passed in a frantic rush to find a solution. But no matter how much you thought, it was useless. All you knew was that Jinwoo was now in your body, and you were stuck in his.

And, of course, your first instinct was to get revenge on him. After all, Jinwoo had a pretty high tolerance for nonsense, so you could only imagine what it would be like for him in your body.

You decided to have a little fun first.

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Jinwoo's first day in your body was bad.

He stumbled along, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar weight of your figure. The lack of his usual bulk was difficult, and he had to find a way to wear your shoes - literally - since you weren't really into bulky combat boots. He had to endure and wear heels, the kind you insisted were 'fancy' when you went out. But as soon as he took a few steps, he was cursing loudly.

"How the hell am I-ugh!" He muttered to himself, "I'm going to trip and break my neck." He moved clumsily around the house, and you could tell his discomfort. It was quite amusing, to be honest.

But you weren't done yet.

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Payback Time.

You had a plan. The first step was to invade Jinwoo's perfect life. You needed to leave your mark.

First: Glitter Bomb.

You took a small packet of glitter and carefully sprinkled it into his hair.A little here, and a little there too. By then, it would be too late, and he wouldn't notice until a while later.

"Perfect," you grinned. He was going to go crazy when he saw this.

Second: Selfie Incident.

The next step was a little more devious. You snapped a quick selfie-one strategically taken at your most playful, 'flirty' angle. You even pouted a little for the camera.

#FeelingMyself #TooHotToHandle, you posted online.

You laughed as the notifications flooded in. You don't care about the comments, it's all about Jinwoo's reaction.

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When you see him later in the day, he's texting someone about an 'urgent mission'. But then, his eyes turn to you. His face goes from calm to completely confused. He stares at his phone and then back at you.

"Why you…" He stammers "Why do you look like that?"

You look at him with intense eye contact. "What, you don't like it? This is your new look. You should try it out."

He blinks a few times, clearly at a loss for words. "This is…"

And then he understands.

Immediately, he runs his hand through your (his) hair, fingers suddenly running through each strand in a sudden panic.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" His voice is shrill with genuine concern.

You shrug, feigning innocence. "What's wrong? I just added some glitter. Just to, you know, brighten your mood."

He groaned, running his hand through your (his) hair in frustration. "This isn't funny. I can't go out like this!"

You could barely contain your laughter as you watched him try to brush off the glitter, knowing full well that it would be stuck to you (him) for the next few days. His mild panic was more than enough to fuel your laughter.

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But then karma comes.

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You wake up the next morning, thinking everything is fine. Your body feels fine. You're back to your usual self. But then, as you're about to get out of bed, the pain in your legs hits you.

It's a nagging pain from the high heels you made him wear. You thought it was just your legs, but then the pain from your stomach and lower back kicks in. The pain gets deeper and deeper. You groan and get dressed, but the discomfort only increases.

You rush to the bathroom and stare at your reflection.

"Wait. Oh. Oh, no," you mumble under your breath.

That's when you really feel it: cramps.

"Jinwoo!" you scream internally, clutching your stomach.

Your period is here, and it's not just any regular cramps. Oh, no. The body swap seems to produce serious negative effects.

Your uterus experiences intense damage like a vehicle crashing into it.

"This isn't fair!!!!" you moan in despair. "I was just having fun yesterday. Now I'm being punished? This is no fair!"

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The instant Jinwoo showed up with his medicine pack and hot water bottles plus your favorite treats you began to understand that karma deals harsh punishments. His generous act showed that our choices always create results.

"How are you feeling?" Jinwoo's voice was filled with concern as he set the things down next to you.

You glared at him. "Don't say anything. My pain makes it impossible to use sarcasm."

He smiled sheepishly at you. "Sorry. I should have warned you. Karma is a monster, you know?"

You sighed dramatically. "Yeah. I get it now. The universe hates me."

He chuckled and took a seat next to you and started braiding your hair while producing comforting sounds as if he had done this many times before.

"Do you need anything else?" His gentle tone matched his words as he spoke to you.

You melted a bit. "You need to keep this private and don't tell anyone about it. This feels so embarrassing."

He smiled gently. "I won't tell anyone. But you know… I have a feeling this won't be the last time we swap."

You blinked at him. "Oh, no. You better not think about it."

He smiled slyly at you. "Never dreamed of it."

But you know - karma has its eye on you. And it's just waiting for the next time you upset the balance of the universe.

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I was having mental breakdown and tired af

Hope everything will get better

Sorry if I take too long to do your requests

[mehwmidklpe]

A DEMI-WHAT NOW??

Percy Jackson x Mortal!Gf

A DEMI-WHAT NOW?? PART 2

(I don't like this one tbh, but I needed to post smth for Percy so...)

You might just be the only teenager to be glad when the summer vacation is over.

Whenever summer vacation arrived, Percy Jackson left.

Why?

Wouldn't be much of a question, almost everyone goes to a different location for the summer.

Only his mother never went with him, his steph-dad didn't either.

But it's okay cause his mom told you he goes to summer camp every year.

That does not explain the weird behavior or the dissapearing he often does.

Like a few years ago he was gone for the entire winter break, leaving you on delivered, voicemail and worried.

Anyway, that doesn't matter considering it's not summer right now which means Percy is in Manhattan with you.

You were laying on his bed together. His parents were out of town, so you were all alone.

It was nice, being with Percy, talking about anything and nothing at all. Both of you had two smiles on your lips as you lied next to each other.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Percy was absolutely whipped for you. He always showed it in some way.

Words, glances, touches, kisses

You hummed contently. "Normally I'd slap you." You started. "I know." Percy smiled. "But I'm just happy to be with you right now." You continued, scooting closer to him.

"Me too." He agreed with made you smile. "I love you." "I love you too." The way he said it made you feel like melting.

As if anything else anyone else had ever told you in your entire life was a complete lie.

As if Percy Jackson's love for you was the only truth.

You nudged his nose with yours, the smiles on your lips never leaving as you leaned in. Your gaze on his beautiful eyes that reminded you of the ocean.

Then just as you were about to kiss, Percy sat up.

A frown formed itself on your forehead at his sudden action. "Percy? You okay?" You question. The boy took a breath. "Uhm.. Wise Girl.. Maybe–maybe you should go home. I'll call you."

Wait what?

"What? But why? I thought–" "Don't take this personal. Please. I love you, I do, you know that. You just... you should really go." It was like he was in a rush, trying to get you out as soon as possible.

What was that about?

"Percy what's going on–" A loud smash interrupted you and before you could process it some weird, un-humanly figure stood into your boyfriend's room.

"Perseus Jackson."

Why the heck did that thing just call him Perseus?

Your boyfriend is not the demigod who cut off Medusa's head.

"Percy." You repeated, backing away from the weird looking creature. "I told you to leave." He said, although he didn't sound mad. More like worried.

He stood infront of you, his arm keeping you behind him, his other hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a pen.

You gulped. "What is a pen gonna d–Oh my God." Your lips parted as you saw the pen turn into a bronze sword. 

Before you knew it, your boyfriend was fighting the monster. The way he was fighting gave away that he had done it tons of times before cause dam he was good.

You'd be drooling over him right now if your life wasn't in danger.

The room was a mess by now, everything was ruined, and all you could do was watch how Percy fought that ugly thing. 

Only you couldn't stand it anymore. So you grabbed the sharpest thing you could find in te room, and before the ugly ass could hurt Percy, you attacked.

Before you knew it all that was left was dust. The monster was gone.

You were panting as you and Percy ust stood there, frozen in place.

"What. the heck. was that?" 

"What do you mean 'Camp Halfblood'?"

Percy had sat down with you, trying to explain where the monster came from, where he went every summer, that kinda stuff.

"It's a camp for halfblood's like me." Percy says to you. "Since when are you a halfblood? halfbloods are people with two different ethnicities. You're American." You frown at which he shook his head. "Not like that."

"Y/n.." He took your soft hands into his.

"I'm a demigod."

Your eyes widened. "A demi-what now??"

"You know what I mean, you've studied about Greek mythology." He says to you. "You're not–" "My dad's Poseidon."

Your hands slipped out of his as you stand up. "You're insane." You state. "Y/n." He tried but you stepped back. 

"No. You're here trying to tell me that you've been going to this weird camp, fighting monsters, stopping and fighting in wars, talking to animals and gods, flying on a flying boat and a machine dragon for the past 6 years and you think I'm gonna believe you??" You spat at him.

Percy felt his heart ache. "You don't.. you don't believe me?" 

"Of course I don't believe you. Do you know how crazy all that sounds? You expect me to believe that you're a god, named after some other half god, you have water powers, can breath underwater and talk to horses and sea animals?" Yes, it absolutely sounded insane.

The boy gulped. "I can–I can prove it to you." He turned to the glass of water that stood at his nightstand, and before you knew it, the water was flying around. This isn't real..

"I–No. No. I must be dreaming. This is, this is fake right?"

"Trust me, I wish it was, I do. But it's not Y/n. My father is Poseidon, I am a demigod, I've been trough wars, I have been in hell. Literally. I've seen so many bad things, and the only thing keeping me tied together is you. I lost so many friends. Bianca, Zoë, Lee, Castor, Micheal, Luke, Silena, Beckendorf, Ethan when he finally chose the right side, Jason, Festus, Leo.. Leo was the only one who came back, thank the gods for that, but I lost everyone else. I can't lose you too!"

You just stood there, listening to everything he's been trough, and it probably wasn't even half of it. Never have you ever seen him like this before. But it hurt It really did.

Without saying anything, you stepped forward and pulled him inot you. A warm hug, hand on the back of his head. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I believe you, I do. You don't deserve all that Percy. You don't.."

Percy never realized just how much he needed this until he found himself holding you so, so tightly. "I don't wanna lose you too." He repeated.

"You won't, you won't. I'm not going anywhere." You soothe him. "It's just you and me, okay? No one's gonna take that away."

And in that moment, Percy believed you.

Cause right now you were all he needed.

[dp-marvel94]

Real -Chapter 1

Summary:

While hiding from his parents in Gotham, an ill-timed encounter with his neighbor, Jason, has Danny pretending to be his own twin. Fortunately for Danny, the more he pretends the easier it gets. Until he is not pretending at all. Or: Danny names a duplicate and via ghost logic, said duplicate ends up becoming real.

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Notes:

This story was written thanks to @jackdaw-sprite who commented on a Tumblr post a wrote asking what I should write next with "I haven't read nearly as many of your works as I'd like to before saying which ones I'd like to see continued, but there's one where Danny names a duplicate, and because of ghost logic, the duplicate becomes real. It feels like such a neat idea to play with!" So here I am writing a whole fic about it! Structurally, this is still very much half-fic outline with some important scenes written out. I'm not planning on expanding it beyond what it is. Still, I hope you enjoy the story. :) A note for readers, those here for the DC content especially: this is very much a Danny heavy fic. The focus will be on Danny and Jamie's relationship as the clone goes from just a duplicate without its own life, to a real person with his own identity. The Bats, Jason especially, will be present, and important for Jamie becoming his own person. But those relationships are definitely secondary to Danny and Jamie's.

After a reveal gone wrong, Danny runs from his parents and the GIW. Soon, he finds himself living in a crummy apartment and trying to keep a low profile. He doesn't have very much, so he is very excited to find an actually in decent shape couch that someone was throwing out. It's late so, figuring no one will see him, Danny duplicates to have two pairs of hands to get the furniture up the stairs and into his apartment. 

Of course, Danny does get spotted by his neighbor, Jason, who offers to hold doors open and help with the unwieldy couch. Names are exchanged: Danny and, after a pause as Danny realizes he has to come up with something for his duplicate, Jamie. The "three" manage to get the couch inside. But now Jason is worried about what appears to be a pair of twins, 16 years old at the most, living alone in the apartment with one ratty couch and a bookbag between them. Jason isn't pushy or overly concerned, but he does make a point to check on his new neighbors regularly. 

After the second time running into Jason and being asked about "Jaime," Danny realizes he's going to have to pretend to be his own twin. Duplication is very helpful for that, though he tries not to do it too often and for too long; it does use a lot of energy. He'll just have the "twins" make regular, short appearances together. It's not like he's trying to get close to anyone in Gotham 

But inevitably, short appearances escalate into having dinner with Jason. The first is a one off; man claimed he made too much and Danny didn't really have money for food. Plus it was really good. Accepting the hospitality just this once wouldn't be that bad. Of course, "Jamie" has come to dinner too.

One dinner leads to more meals with his neighbor, to Jason trying to teach "the twins" to cook more than easy mac. 

Jason's youngest brother meets the "twins" when he pounds on the door during dinner and barges in, complaining that "Father is being unreasonable" and had ground him.

Damian and "the twins" end up huddling in Jason's apartment during Danny's first rogue attack since he arrived in Gotham. Jason ran off as soon as the alert went off, claiming that he was needed at the fire station where he worked. He pointedly says that Damian can stay and look after his non-Gothamite neighbors since he's grounded. The preteen is prickly but does stay put. Danny starts to get restless, unable to re-merge and starting to fear that his energy will waver and "Jamie" will pop out of existence. He nervously eyes the door and Damian threatens to stab him if he tries to leave, saying that "Todd is apparently fond of you both and will be quite peeved" with Damian if something happens to Danny and Jamie. 

Well.... Jamie will definitely disappear if Damian stabs him. So Danny manages to maintain his duplicate for five hours, more than twice as long as any time before. By the time the threat is over and Danny can go back to his apartment, he is straining, desperately trying to hide how exhausted and shaky he is from the excursion. He loses hold of the duplicate as soon as the door is closed.

Despite the hardship, maintaining a duplicate is somehow so much easier after that. He can stay duplicated for longer and gradually, he realizes controlling the secondary body is becoming easier. At the beginning, he needed a lot of effort and control to pilot the duplicate, having to mentally direct it to speak or move. He played "Jamie" as being shy and quiet, so there was less talking to dictate. But overtime, the need for mental prompting becomes less and less. Playing "Jamie" became more automatic, more instinctual. Almost like the duplicate runs on auto-pilot, mostly acting how Danny himself would, though more reserved. To an outside perspective, it looks like "Jamie" is finally getting comfortable and coming out of his shell. But to Danny, this was a relief, spending less energy running his duplicate and less time worrying about being found out.

Slowly, Danny meets more of Jason's family. One of Jay's brothers, Tim, runs into him at his coffee shop job and, blinking sleepily, asks which twin he is, before realizing that Danny is wearing a name tag. This leads to Danny's coworkers finding out about "Jamie" and his "twin" visiting him at work.

As the act grows and more people end up meeting "the twins," Danny spends more and more time pretending to be a pair of twins in more and more ridiculous situations. Playing both of them gets easier and easier, more and more comfortable until the twins can banter, share inside jokes, and tell stories from their childhood. Maybe it is intentional, maybe it's subconscious. But slowly, differences develop to differentiate the twins. "Jamie" is growing out his hair. He loves toast and watching documentaries about history. Danny, more and more convincingly, pretends to have a brother until at some points... it no longer feels like he is pretending.

Despite his new friends, Danny is still so lonely. The apartment is still almost bare, the money he gets from his job barely enough. It's never the job he wanted; he wants to be in school now, applying to colleges so he can get into NASA. But he can't do anything to draw attention to  himself, not with the government breathing down his neck or the danger of the vigilantes running him out for being a “meta”. And he misses his friends and sister so badly.

One particularly hard night, when he is heartbroken and hurting, Danny lies on his second-hand mattress in the dark, weeping. He mourns his parents turning on him, his heart aching for Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. He wishes more than anything that he was not alone right now.

Suddenly, there is a yanking on his core that leaves his gasping. A full body pulling sensation that almost feels like being peeled, except somehow it does not hurt. A second later, it is over and through his blurry eyes, Danny can barely make out a figure kneeling in front of him. Arms coax him into sitting up and pull him into a hug. Danny cries for a long while, not thinking about what just happened, not thinking about what... or who... is holding him. He just accepts the comfort, savors the feeling that he is not alone.

Finally, after the tears slow, Danny pulls back and looks. He lets himself realize what he is looking at. And as he takes in eyes like his, the feeling is something between awe and fear. There is a light in the blue eyes, a spark that he does not recognize. 

And as the brow wrinkles in confusion and the mouth slowly works, words spiral out. Words that Danny could never have predicted.

"If we... if you keep doing this..." Each word is slow and deliberate, as if each takes great effort. "This...." One hand motions slowly, vaguely, as if un-used to movement. "Jamie won't be a lie anymore."

Danny is stunned. He stares for a long while, unable to process. He does not understand what the words mean, why the spark in those eyes makes him just as elated as it makes him afraid.

So he takes the duplicate's hand and pulls the ecto-energy back inside himself. He reabsorbs it and "Jamie" disappears. And Danny thinks.

Slowly, he realizes how easy staying duplicated has become, how distant and foggy memories from his duplicate's perspective are. He replays the words in his head. 'If you keep doing this... Jamie won't be a lie anymore.' He wonders if they mean what they suggest, and most startlingly.... he wonders where they had come from, if not from himself.

For a few days, he avoids anyone who has met the twins or claims that his "twin" is busy whenever someone asks. But inevitably, his trusty neighbor Jason notices the avoidance and invites himself over to cook dinner. Reluctantly, Danny duplicates; there is clearly no avoiding this conversation.

The dinner is awkward. Danny has a hard time looking at Jason.... and an even harder time looking at his seeming twin. None of the three say much and by the end, their neighbor huffs a sigh and says his piece. 

“Look. I know that no one, especially two teens, live in a shitty apartment in Crime Alley if they can avoid it. I don't know if you got kicked out, ran away from home, are hiding from something. And I don’t care. I won't ask. But I was an alley kid. I lost my mom younger than both of you, ended up on the street. I know what it's like just scraping by, trying to survive all on my own.  That's why I look out for the kids here. I want to help you guys, no matter what your story is.”

Danny stammers out a disbelieving thanks. He is touched, really, despite the fear of discovery, of vulnerability quivering in his heart. Jason is a good guy and it feels good to have someone who cares. But... the maybe-not-a-lie sits on the couch beside him. A story he could never hope to explain...

Jason smiles, ruffling both of the twin's hairs. He stands to leave. "Take care," he says, almost afterthought. "You're lucky to have each other."

"Jamie" seems to lean, just the tiniest bit closer to Danny at the words. 

Jason leaves and it is just Danny and his duplicate. The half ghost releases a breath, letting some of the tension release. He reaches to reabsorb his double and-

A shaky hand grips his forearm. Danny looks, meeting the blue eyes. The spark is back, just the smallest hint in the posture that something is different. Slowly, the brow wrinkles, becoming something worried.

"What is it?" Danny finds himself saying, as if he expects a real response.

"Have... each other." Again, the words are slow as if just the act of thinking is hard. "Not a lie."

Now Danny's brow is wrinkled. "Not a lie? Are you saying that's true? Or asking if it is?"

"Not a lie." The words repeat. "Jamie not a lie."

Danny's stomach knots. He’s heard his duplicate speak dozens of times, even been surprised by some offered puns. But this…

“Not a lie.” One more repeat, this one faster, surer, almost desperate.

Danny looks up again. “Jamie.” He says the name. He’s spoken to his double before in front of other people, as part of the act. But this… it feels as bizarre as it feels right. “Jamie…. Are you… real?”

For just a second, there is something like hope in the other’s eyes. Then, the brow furrows in great effort. “Yes… No….” One more longer, unsure pause. “Becoming.”

“You’re… becoming real?” The words are breathy. Danny isn’t sure whether they make him feel that same hope, or if he feels sick.

The half ghost looks away, staring down at his lap. He doesn’t know what this is, how this is  happening. A moment of panic stabs. Is he sick or insane? Or… is it a trick? A trap?

Danny reaches with his mind, trying to feel. A parasite infecting him? Another ghost, trying to overshadow. There is a connection, a bundle of a dozen fine threads. It is a link to… something not quite separate. Danny feels the almost presence at the end, the not-quite himself he is speaking with. And… It is like cradling a baby bird. Small, fragile, and so young. No malice, just pure innocence.

The half ghost looks up again. His hand shifts, feeling the cold flesh. His fingers press, the almost flutter of a heart beneath the skin.

The awe from that late night rises, a question echoing in his head. What happens if he lets this  continue? 

He… won’t be alone. Danny remembers that night, crying on his mattress and desperately wanting comfort. And all those times hanging out with Jason. The jokes and banter started as an act to sell the lie. But… weren't they so much more now? Danny had pretended to have a brother and in pretending had imagined one… Now that brother, that twin sat beside him. 

But at the same time… fear spiked. What would happen if he didn’t stop this? Could he even stop this if he wanted to? It feels inevitable, unstoppable. Not if he stays living next to Jason. But… if he tells the truth? Or if he runs, starts again somewhere else. He could reabsorb his duplicate now and let this whole thing fade into memory. Jamie would disappear…

A wave of fear surges from outside himself. Danny meets terrified eyes. Something in him softens, crumples.

“Jamie?” Danny asks again and can almost feel the heart-flutter solidifying. “Do you want to be real?”

There is a pause, the fearful face becoming something narrowed eyes and sure. “Yes.” So much determination. Danny feels the one thread of dozens snap.

“Alright then.” Danny heaves a sigh, deciding. 

He will hold out as long as he can. He will stay duplicated, keep Jamie here until he’s not a duplicate at all. Jamie will be real.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Flashy night

Uzui Tengen x f! Reader x wifes

A/n: Just a flashy scenario for a flashy man. I'm thinking about writing Kyojuro's pov and posting it later🤔

Tw: Slightly suggestive

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"Tengen, I think you better go home man. Your wives must be waiting for you!" Rengoku shouted in the middle of the street due to the noise of the people and the music.

The two friends had planned to go to the entertainment district because of a festival Tengen had mentioned. Rengoku never refused to go anywhere with his best friend, especially if it promised lots of fun and food. They had gone in completely sober and were now completely drunk and barely knew their way back.

"Yeah, I know. My wives love me and everyone knows it!" Tengen said, holding his drink as he danced. He really was an exhibitionist.

"Yes, but if we don't get back soon, you'll end up sleeping on the couch." Rengoku joked, trying to drag his friend out of the crowd. They were now leaning on each other and walking like blind people in the middle of a shootout.

"Now that's not true! They would never do that to me," Tengen said, laughing."They love me, believe me..."

*Meanwhile, at Tengen's house*

"Tengen hasn't come back yet?" Makio asked, arriving in the living room and seeing you sitting on the couch, waiting for Tengen to come home. "Where the hell did he get himself to again? I hope he doesn't have to face a demon on the way."

"It was a possibility... If I didn't know he went out to go to another one of those flashy festivals he likes so much."

"And he didn't even take us with him. Just left us here alone and bored." Makio said, pouting and holding some resentment for his action

"He said he was going with a great friend of his."

"Probably that one who talks really loud, the hashira of the flames... I don't remember his name." She said, looking at the ceiling, trying to remember the name

"Rengoku?" You said, and she nodded

"Yeah, that one! They get along very well."

"I believe he should be arriving soon. I mean, it's almost three in the morning." You said looking at the clock on the wall

"Typical of Master Tengen. He never arrives at the time he says will. Suma and Hinatsuru must be fast asleep by now, and getting Suma to sleep after she found out Tengen went without us was no easy task. That idiot almost cried her eyes out." Makio rolled her eyes, remembering the scene

"Suma is always sensitive..." You said with a giggle. "What about you? Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I just came to see how you were since you were the only one who wasn't sleeping yet, but if you're going to stay there waiting for him, that's fine. I'm going to the bed, good night." Makio said, hugging you and getting up afterwards

"Sleep well."

"Yeah, and be sure to kick Tengen's drunk ass when he gets here!" She shouted from the end of the hallway and you chuckled

"I will!"

You stood there for a while until you heard the front door open and saw the big man stumble on his own steps and almost fall to the floor while laughing out loud. You knew at that moment who it was. You got up from the couch and walked to the entrace hall with your arms crossed as you saw him waving to his friend who was already going home.

"Have a great night my great buddie Rengoku!!"He shout before closing the door

When he turned around and saw you behind him, his smile widened and you were almost blinded by the glow he exuded at that moment. The drunkenness made him hotter than usual but you didn't want to let your guard down at that moment. And you definitely wouldn't.

"Look who's here waiting for me! I'm sorry for leaving my princess alone but since I'm here I think I should make up for my absence..." He said in a seductive voice, approaching and covering your figure with all his tall and wide stature. Oh, he was really stepping over the borders...

His white hair was loose and disheveled, there were a few messy strands on his face, his cheeks were pink from the alcohol and the heat. He was wearing a yukata that was open and exposing his chest. You could bet he was doing it on purpose to tease you.

"Why don't we go upstairs and 'talk' a little about my late arrival?" He whispered in your ear with a little giggle and distributing a few kisses on your neck but you just rolled your eyes and sighed. It was difficult because he really was driving you crazy.

"Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma have been asleep for a while now and I don't want to bother them and besides, Makio herself told me to kick your drunk ass, so..." You said and the hashira laughed

"My dear Makio is cold, but I like her. What about you? Are you really going to kick your husband's drunk and flashy ass?" He said holding your face with both hands

"You deserved it, you know? It's just that you left and came back late and as if that wasn't enough, you didn't take your lovely wives with you."

"I already apologized! Come on, why don't we settle things amicably, my love?" He leaned his forehead against yours, which made things even more difficult for you, who were trying not to give in

"Tengen, don't insist. You're drunk and I'm sleepy." You said, trying to get away from him, who at that moment knelt in front of you looking like a clingy, whiny boy.

"You're not being flashy, Y/n. Why don't you give me a little chance. Please, five minutes! We don't even need to go to the bedroom..." Uzui insisted again, holding the hem of your shorts, but you slapped his hands away and walked away from him

"Damn, Uzui! You're stubborn when you're drunk. Jeez!" You said, and he was silent for a moment while he massaged the hand you slapped, but still with a smile on his face and his eyes shining at you. "And don't make those puppy dog ​​eyes at me. Let's just go to sleep, it's too late." You ordered

Tengen got up from the floor and let out a long sigh, seeing that he couldn't be more stubborn than his wife who was in front of him. However, his ego didn't allow you to have the last word.

Tengen got closer to your ear and bent down a little, which made you feel chills.

"Alright, you win. But one thing is for certainly, I'll deal with you tomorrow. Just you wait!" He slapped your butt and ran to the bedroom while laughing and you felt your cheeks burn with shame.

He really could drive everyone crazy.

"Tengen, you son of a-- Come back here now!" You said, running after him

[storiesaplenty]

Part 2

The Pitt Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: a bit of swearing. Unplanned pregnancy.

WC: 1635

©️ storiesaplenty 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work. All readers are female, unless stated otherwise.

A few months ago, Dr Whitaker had a one night stand, not knowing she was the daughter of Dr Robby.

I knew I shouldn't have come to this hospital, but I figured it would be best to come to a place where I knew people.

I picked what I thought was the busiest time to come, to make sure my Dad would be as busy as possible, and waited in the waiting room. My nerves got the best of me as my leg bounced up and down as I waited my turn to be called.

But I heard my name being called and I looked up to see Dana standing there, with a concerned look on her face. I sighed and stood up, smoothing down my shirt as I walked towards her.

"Everything okay sweetie?" She looked me up and down, trying to see why I was there. I knew there would be no point in lying to her or trying to come up with some excuse why I was there.

"I did a pregnancy test at home." I didn't need to say anymore.

"We will do another one here just to make sure." Dana told me, as the two of us walked into the chaos that is the emergency room.

"Dana, if I am, it will be over the cut-off mark." I informed her. No reason to beat around the bush about it.

Her name was being called by another nurse, but before she left me, she turned to look at me, "I will see who is available and have them with you shortly."

I didn't wait long as I saw Samira, and another resident walk towards me.

The closer they got, my eyes widened when I saw who it was. He recognized me right away.

I said her name, and I knew my smile was tight and no way at all friendly.

"Hey, I want you to meet Dr. Whitaker. He will be joining us if you don't mind."

I bit my lip, thinking about if I should let him in for this teaching moment, or deny him.

"Yes, that is fine." I finally said. I knew by my tone of voice I am not happy, but Dennis brought it upon himself for that .

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I did another pregnancy test to just confirm my suspicions, and it didn't take long to come back positive.

Dennis looked like a deer in headlights as Samira announced that I was indeed pregnant, and it is now time to do an ultrasound to try and see how far along I am.

I was all set on the bed, ready to feel the cold jelly when Samira announced she had to grab some more jelly.

It was just Dennis and I.

Alone for the first time since the only night we spent together.

He went to open his mouth to speak, when I held up my hand, not wanting to hear him talk at this moment.

"You left my place. No note, nothing." I tried to keep the hurt and anger out of my voice.

"I'm sorry. I am not one of these people who sleeps with strangers. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to stay and for you to get freaked out."

I had to turn my head not to look into his eyes, as that was the first thing I noticed when I first met him all those weeks ago.

"Dennis, I woke up and you didn't even leave your phone number. You knew where I lived, and you could have stopped by."

Him and I stopped talking once Samira opened the curtain, looking between the two of us, as I knew she heard him and I talking.

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As the tests continued, Dennis paid close attention to what Samira was doing.

"You look to be about 13 weeks." Samira said just as the curtain opened, and there was my Dad, looking at the three of us in the room.

"Hi Dad." I softly said, just as he looked at the screen.

He tried to keep his face neutral, but I knew he was angry by the way he cleared his throat. "When you are done here, I would like to have a conversation with my daughter. Family room, 1." Then he was gone.

I couldn't help but swear, not needing this talk right now.

"Does the father know?" Samira asked me, not just as my Doctor right now, but as my friend.

"He does." Well, he does now.

"Dr. Whitaker, may you please step out, so I can go over what the next steps are." Samira said to the poor man, who just found out today he was going to be a father.

"I would like to stay if you don't mind." He said, looking right at me.

I spoke up before Samira could say something. "I would like the father of my baby to stay."

Now it was Samira's turn to swear as she covered her mouth to apologise for swearing.

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I walked slowly to Family room 1, but it was like my father knew I was close by because the door opened and there he was, standing there, just looking at me as he crossed his arms.

He stepped to the side as I walked past him to get into the room. I heard Dana call out to him. For him not to be too harsh on me.

I knew he wanted to slam the door, but this is his place of work, so he just closed it as gently as he could right now.

I didn't say anything, and neither did he as he just rubbed that spot between his eyes, trying to compose himself.

"We have talked about protection since you were a teen." Was the first thing he said as I sat down.

"We did use protection." We did. I knew to protect myself.

"What about your birth control?" Him and I were always open about this stuff, so the moment I wanted to go on birth control, he put me on it.

"I stopped the pills, and I was going to get the IUD, but that appointment kept getting pushed."

My father rubbed his face, clearly trying to wrap his head around all of this.

"And yet, you decided to sleep with someone. Did you even know them or was this just a one-night stand?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms again, his voice raising slightly at the last bit of his question.

"It was a one-night stand." I told him.

"That's great. You don't even know who the father is. How could you be so irresponsible? I raised you better than this." I couldn't stop the tears from falling now.

I never wanted to disappoint my father, and yet, I did just that.

I tried to tell him I knew who the father was, but he just kept talking and talking, his voice seeming to get louder with each passing second.

He finally took a moment once he caught sight of my tear-streaked face.

"I do know who the father is."

"You do?"

I felt a lump form in my throat, as I knew that he was going to want to talk to Dennis.

"You know him as well. Dennis, Dennis Whitaker."

Silence.

"Dr Whitaker?" He finally said, but he was calm. So calm it freaked me out.

"Yes, he just found out today." I stood up, just as my Dad stood up, and opened the door, looking around for the poor man.

The moment I heard my father say, "Whitaker, I need to speak to you." I sat back down, putting my head in my hands.

I knew for a fact this was going to be one of the worst conversations I was ever going to have with my Dad and the man who is the father of my unborn child.

I could see the slight fear in Dennis's eyes as he walked into the room. I looked out the door, just before it was closed, and I could see some of the staff just looking at us.

I knew Dana wanted to come in and try and calm down my father, but she kept her distance. She has always been like an Aunt to me.

Always there when I needed her, and she knew I needed her right now, but she also knew not to overstep her boundaries.

"Whitaker, sit."

"Yes Dr. Robby."

"That is Dr Robinavitch to you, Whitaker." Dennis just nodded his head as he sat down next to me.

"Dad, be nice." I said, finding a bit of courage as Dennis did not deserve whatever treatment that is about to come his way.

"This is me being nice, young lady." I sat up straight when he called me a young lady.

"I am not a little girl Dad."

"You are my little girl, and you went and got pregnant with someone who you don't know. With someone who I hardly know."

I watched as my Dad paced back and forth in front of Dennis and I.

I didn't say a word as I knew there was just no point in saying anything.

"You two need to discuss what you are going to do. Whitaker, you still have your full residency to get through." My Dad looked at Dennis, who just nodded his head, not wanting the full wrath of my Dad.

Dennis placed his hand on my knee, and my father watched every move he did closely.

"I am not going to leave her. I will be with her during each appointment if I can. I can move into her place or her into mine, to help care for our child once they are born. We are in this together."

I was stunned at what Dennis was saying.

Now I just have to see if he will go through what he is promising.

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 3

[commander-writergirl]

In the Dirt

Synopsis: Robby reflects on the loses and not just the ones that end up six feet under.

Pair: Dr Michael Robinavitch/You

Rating: PG13

Warning: Angst

Word Count: 1139

A/N: You can thank @darcylightninglewis for this. I was helping her figure something out and uh this happened. Based off this song.

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Home state, old paint Used to shine, now it don't look the same

Robby looked at the mail. It was from the shul his grandmother would take him to, reminding him her yahrzeit was coming up.

He doesn't know why he still pays the shul's dues. He hasn't gone since his grandmother's funeral. Then again, he still lives in the brownstone she raised him in.

He rented it out when down in New Orleans but he couldn't bring himself to sell it. Not when the walls held her memory.

But it wasn't just her memory that lived in these walls.

—

I take a drink and I let it burn 'Cause there's a part of me that likes the way it stings, the way it hurts

You had been by his side as his grandmother slipped more and more away. Even taking care of her when Robby was away at medical school.

You called him when it was time.

Now you sat with him as people stopped by with food and their condolences. Robby didn't want any of it; he wanted to get back to work but his grandmother's last words filled his head.

"You better sit Shiva for me, then," she took his hand. "You propose to that girl, not many would do what she has."

Robby looked over at you. He knew you wouldn't leave Pittsburgh but he knew you would wait.

—

Wasted all my lies on the four walls that I'd known And I'm scared of what's to come more than I fear being alone.

"No, Michael." You say packing your bag. "I'm not going to stay if you're just going to work the whole time."

Robby just watched you. "I don't know what you want from me."

You turned to him. "I want you to give a damn Michael. I want you to leave work at work like a normal person and take days off."

"You knew what you were getting into-"

"Bullshit!" You yell. "I was marrying the boy I fell in love with who wants to save people and be there for those he loves."

Robby just shrugs and goes to fix his bag for work tomorrow.

You stare at his back fighting back the burn building behind your eyes. "So that's it? You aren't going to fight for us?"

"It seems you made up your mind." He turns to you. Part of him is screaming for you to keep calling out his bullshit, to keep pushing him. But then he sees it in your face.

He expected you to wait for him, when he couldn't even clearly let you in on the pain building in his chest. A pain that has been getting worse since his grandmother's Shiva.

'Cause every time it's going right I'm left here on my own.

—

It don't talk to God, don't think it works 'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

The day Adamson dies, he looks you up. Sees all the good you're doing, even became a mom.

He's tempted to call you. To cry his pain to you. But then he remembers getting the wedding invitation and RSVPing 'no' without a second thought. Even through you told him, it would be great to see him. Though he knew that marriage hadn't lasted for long; cancer never cared about anyone.

He sighs and closes his eyes. The flashing of that moment he saw you at the hospital, how he had wanted to kiss you when he saw you. Then he realized you were there with your husband.

And he still kicked himself for what happened when he comforted you. Another reason he couldn't look at the little girl standing next to you in your social media posts.

He really should call you…

—

'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt.

He knocks on your door, closing his eyes as he hears you moving around.

"One moment!" you yell.

It had been 24 hours since PittFest and he still couldn't get everything that happened out of his mind. Especially not Jake's face.

And even now more than every, he wanted to have you forgive him. To get to know his little girl.

He opened his eyes when you opened the door. You were smiling but it dropped when you saw him. "Michael?"

As he went to say something, he heard little footsteps then a girl no older than 8 walks over and hug your waist. "Mama, who's that?"

His heart ached as he looked at the little girl, your's and his. Then he looked at you and your shoulders dropped seeing his face.

"Why don't you go finish cleaning up Rachel." The girl nodded then ran off again. "No running in the house!" You yell before looking at Michael.

"Rachel? You named her…" He rubbed at his chest as all the pain came crashing back.

"She was an important person in my life too, Michael." You whispered. "Why are you here?"

He sniffled and rolled his shoulders. "Yesterday was shit and I just couldn't think of someone who would even understand one moment about how much pain I'm in."

"PittFest was at your hospital?" You asked. You had seen the news but turned it off to not upset Rachel.

All Robby could do was nod before the tears started coming again. Before he knew how to react, you were hugging him. "Oh Michael."

He hugged you back and quietly cried into your shoulder.

You stroked his hair and let him cry. "I've got you."

—

In the dirt In the dirt

"So what brings you in today, Michael?" Robby rubbed his hands together looking at the man Jack had suggested for therapy.

"I need to be better for my daughter and her mother said that I need to go to therapy to do that." Robby nodded at the thought of Rachel, how he was lucky you were letting him anywhere near her. That she was even allowed to know who he really was to her. "That and uh Jack Abbot is usually a smart man and he suggested you as well."

The doctor nods. "Okay. What has them worried about you?"

Robby took a breath. "I'm aware enough to know that the people I've lost have greatly affected my abilities as an ER doctor," he sighed. "And I need to work on ways to cope with it all since it seems keeping people out is my only defense."

The doctor took a few notes and gave an encouraging smile to Robby. "Well Michael, this is a great first step. Now lets talk about how this all started."

He touched his Magen David and nodded. "Probably when I lost my grandmother, she raised me and I was left with just the walls of the brownstone she raised me in…"

[ghcstao3]

vampire x monster hunter……….i am so respectfully asking for more (im foaming at the mouth)

(original post) i shall do my best. again i got a little out of hand with word count. cw blood (of course)

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John knows he should be happy about Simon's return.

He knows he should be happy to be reunited with his once-best friend even if it's after over a decade, because all this time he'd thought Simon was dead. He knows he should be happy that Simon would return here, of all places, to make amends, to catch up, to do whatever it is old friends are meant to. He knows this.

And yet... John can't help but feel on edge.

John is happy, of course he is. It isn’t often he’s surprised as he was when the knock at his door had been Simon. It isn’t every day an old friend returns from the dead. But he can only be fed the same excuses over and over so many times before he grows wary in Simon’s presence, which is really, truly the last thing he wants.

Being told I'm not hungry, I'll eat later would only be of any worth if Simon had said it once or twice, and not for every meal offered. It might be a cause for concern if Simon did not still appear consistently healthy and sated in spite of it.

Not to mention the sneaking out at odd hours. New creaks and groans have since developed in John's old house, ones Simon wasn't aware of, clearly, until the first time he makes his mistakes. It all just... worries John. Frightens him. Of course people change, and certainly over thirteen years, but it all seems to raise far more questions than there are answers that Simon is willing to give.

And then all of the sudden it makes too much sense, and John finds himself wishing Simon had never come back.

With the regularity at which people disappear in and around the town, John doesn't notice any difference after Simon's arrival. No increase or decrease, no change in occurrences that might tip John off to a new creature needing to be hunted.

This particular hunt was meant to be carried out like any other; John was heading out alone as the creature he was after didn't pose so much a threat to require help, it would be clean and quick, then he'd return home. He leaves a note for Simon, who may or may not have gone out himself, grabs his gear and vanishes beneath the cloak of a cloud-filled night.

Vampire, is what little information he'd been provided with, and so vampire is what he prepares himself for.

John has long since been a stranger to bloodshed. Really, it's necessary he not be squeamish, especially when so often he comes across scenes like this—this being the messy feasting of what could only be a newer, more inexperienced vampire. The unfamiliar hunger like nothing else usually makes them far more reckless when it comes to finding food.

This fledgling isn't any different, judging by the large smears and smatterings of blood leading right to John's culprit.

A figure sits hunched in the dark, accompanied only by the sound of tearing flesh. When John had first been learning, the lack of breathing that should be present when drinking so fiercely had made him uneasy, but now it merely serves as a reminder that he should hold his own breath, lest he catch the vampire's attention.

John wields a silver dagger, creeping forward as carefully as he might in approaching a wild animal—these monsters are just about the same, anyway.

But John underestimates how elevated this particular fledgling's senses would be. They pause the moment John takes a step toward them, sitting up straighter, immediately alert. Their face remains obscured, but John can see them cock their head, presumably listening for his pulse.

He expects an attack. Expects a fight so as to not become the next course.

What John hadn't expected—or maybe a subconscious part of him had—was for the figure to rise slow and cautious, head bowed in what John might dare call shame. What he hadn't expected was for the vampire to turn on their heel and have John met with none other than—

"Simon?"

His head remains hung, silhouette still impossibly imposing. It's hard to discern much in the low light, but John imagines Simon's irises are currently a scarlet red as opposed to their usual warm coffee brown, if evidenced by the blood that covers his face and drips from his chin.

"Johnny." His voice is hoarse, but it's most certainly Simon's. He can probably hear the way John's heart picks up pace, be it out of fear, or be it out of use of a nickname Simon has so far avoided since their reunion. "Johnny, I'm sorry."

“Simon, wha—“ John frowns and finds his guard falling, yet his grip on the hilt of his knife only tightens. “I don’t—“

“I can’t help it,” Simon rasps, begging. “I can’t… I learned how to control myself, I did, but when I’m around you…”

Simon is directly in front of John in the blink of an eye, frigid hands curling around John's, around the dagger. He allows the tip of the blade to dig into his abdomen, unflinching as it pokes past clothes and just barely breaks skin. John holds steady, more than capable of pushing it further, but unwilling to hurt—or kill—Simon until he's given a reason to.

Never mind the mangled corpse on the ground just a few feet away.

"How long?"

"Johnny—"

"How long, Simon?"

Simon doesn't meet his eyes. They're dark either way like this, in this lack of light, but John still feels like something isn't quite right about it.

"A few months. A year, maybe. Two," Simon confesses. "It's all muddled."

For reasons John can't describe, somehow it stings knowing this... affliction has only been short-term. Because instead it could have been an explanation for Simon's disappearance—let alone that of his family's that he still often wonders about. Because instead it could have been a reason for Simon to have stayed away for so long even as an adult.

But it's not.

"Then why come back now? And why come back here?" John hisses. "You're a fuckin' dafty, y'know that?"

Simon's mouth parts, and for the first time since his arrival John finally catches a glimpse of his fangs; razor sharp and promising a swift but violent death for John should Simon's instincts get the best of him.

He then seals his lips in a thin line, swallowing whatever words he may have had prior. Simon offers a solemn nod of his head, his theme of shame so insistent.

Against John's better judgement, he retracts the knife. Tucks it away, and forces space between them. The overwhelming stench of iron is beginning to make him nauseous.

Softer, much softer than Simon deserves at the moment, and far too reminiscent of a past long gone, John says, "You were supposed to be the leveller-head between us."

Simon huffs. "'Be easier if constantly listening to your pulse wasn't driving me mad."

Oh.

"Oh." The pounding in John's ribcage does him no favours in picking up speed again. Then, suddenly realizing where and why he is, John attempts to steel himself, clenching his jaw and taking deep, slow breaths to calm the flutter of his heart. "Well, quit listenin' then."

Simon regards him curiously, in a way so painfully familiar to a past life.

A silence stretches on between them, tense and riddled with uncertainty. John tries, pointedly, to ignore the elephant still in the room, but between the blood and the smell and the looming issue of them being a vampire and a monster hunter, it's nigh impossible.

But even still—John thinks it'd be less right to kill Simon now, than to let him free. To bring him home.

John sighs, suddenly and immediately overcome with fatigue. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger for just a moment, rubbing the skin to unsuccessfully self-soothe. He wishes there was some sort of... protocol, for this. Maybe then things could be easier. Could make more sense. Just for once.

"I'm not—" John pauses, takes a breath, shakes his head. "I won't kill you, Simon. Not... now, at least."

Simon nods. "That's all I can ask for."

"Good, because that's all you're getting." It's a lie, and they both damn well know it, but just a little longer would John like to linger in ignorance. "Now just... clean this up before anyone sees. We'll talk about this more in the morning, alright?"

"Alright."

John offers a tight smile, whether or not Simon can really see it.

"Right. Goodnight, Simon."

"Goodnight, Johnny."

John hovers only a second, hooked on that nickname as he's always been, before he finally pivots on his heel and starts off the other way, turning a dutiful blind eye like he really shouldn't be doing.

He had missed Simon, he really had—but he's afraid to start wondering if this will all be worth the trouble, in the end.

[where-ismydonkey]

DCA PROMPTOBER - DAY 1

BEST FRIENDS

Honestly, you weren’t sure when it happened. The fact that you and the daycare attendant you once were sure you despised, being considered best friends. But it was only if someone gave you a few moments to sit in the shock of even being considered friends, you could try and fathom being best friends. 

When just few months ago, in the midst of your petty squabbling, you could hardly work together for the children’s sake? Yeah, right!

Though, it was entertaining to bring up to Sun as you two cleaned up the aftermath of a fun, slime filled day. You scrubbed at a kiddy table, where a glop of sticky slime with beads and parts of pipe cleaners in it taunted you. Huffing, you tried to distract yourself from the burn in your arms you worked to clean it and piped up, “Hey, Sun?”

“Yes?” 

"Do you know why some people think we're best friends?"

Suddenly, the usual tap, tap, tap of Sun's very being—Whether it be drumming his fingers or tapping his foot—was gone. The room was rendered silent, suddenly, save for the mechanical hum you'd grown accustomed to hearing. At least that wasn't gone, as he stood there so still it made you raise your eyebrows.

Until he finally spoke, moments later.

"Best friends?" he sounded amused, tilting his head as he held onto the rag he was using to clean. The rays around his faceplate began to spin slowly as he asked, "Now, what exactly about our interactions would lead anyone to believe we're best friends, hm?"

"Dunno," you shrugged. You could practically feel his confusion, and it made you want to laugh. But you continued with as straight of a face as you could muster, "Charlotte says we're always together, and Willow thinks we've grown softer toward each other."

Which was a crazy thought, honestly. You two worked together because you had to, not because you liked to. Bills needed to be paid, damn it!

Sun just turned his head away and huffed. He leaned upward, wiping the top of the tall cubbies. Since you couldn't reach that far, he had recently offered to take over cleaning that area. He huffed, "I believe they should be focusing on their jobs instead."

"How sassy. And please, Charlotte's employee of the month."

"I don't know if that makes things any better or worse, honestly."

You snorted, a sigh of relief leaving you as the slime finally unstuck. Wrinkling your nose, you dashed past the animatronic to toss it into the trash. Turning around, you found him working on sanitizing the kids chairs. His large figure was crouched over, working on it as quiet as you'd ever seen him.

But you shrugged it off, and the rest of the evening went on like usual. The occasional remark or two to something you brought up from your day. Or a laugh and shake of the head as he recalled the silliest things the children had told him from earlier.

Normal, almost nice.

And when you two finally finished cleaning, you practically power walked to the door. Your lower back was aching, and your neck was stiff from how you had it angled. Cleaning the tubes in the play structures had beat the shit out of you. Honestly, you couldn't wait to be out of here.

And on most nights, you supposed your animatronic coworker would feel the same. But instead, he was still and silent again. Watching as you double checked your belongings in your bag.

What was with him?

It wasn't until he spoke that you raised your head to look at him, "I'm still confused as to why we're considered best friends, you know."

Oh, that.

"Yeah," you admit, glancing away. You shake your head, slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. And you candidly said, "Me too, honestly. But just forget about it, okay? Goodnight and see you tomorrow, Sun. You too, Moon."

The robot stood there, and you felt his pupilless eyes on you. It felt like an eternity, as you began to walk out of the playroom, before he murmured, "...Likewise."

———

Hi! I've never posted any writing on here before, much less anything surrounding the DCA but I've recently gotten into writing them and I'm trying my hand at posting it now. Posting it a littleeee late but this was a last minute decision eeek

Thanks to @bluerasbunny for creating the prompt for DCATOBER 24! Hope you like it!

[dfortrafalgar]

Special Delivery

(Sanji x Fem!Reader- Offscreen)

Sanji reaches out to Zeff for the first time in years.

I wrote this many, many months ago now, and it was the first fic i posted anonymously on AO3. I got a few requests after it was originally posted to write a second part, which I eventually did!

You can read Part 2 here! Original AO3 link

(I figured I should let my blog breathe a little in between the really heavy and emotional Law fic im writing, and what better way to cool down than some sanji fluff <3)

A sharp squawk awoke Red-Leg Zeff from his daze. With a grumpy expression and a low grunt, he peered towards the direction of the sound.

A messenger coo was seated on the railing of the Baratie's upper deck next to where Zeff stood slouched over with his forearms leaning against the wooden support. It cocked its head to the side as if it was deconstructing Zeff's appearance before reaching into its pouch and procuring a parchment envelope. Zeff found it strange. Messenger coos only usually delivered the newspapers or the latest bounty reports, very rarely were they put in charge of personalized letters. It must have been paid off by whoever wanted this delivered.

The gruff man took the parchment from the beak of the bird and watched as it took back off into the air, leaving a few molted white feathers behind in its wake. He looked at the envelope.

All it said on the front, in very elegant handwriting, was "Captain Zeff." He flipped the paper around, revealing a wax stamp holding the opening down, which he peeled off with a calloused thumb.

Tucked neatly inside the envelope was a white piece of paper, tri-folded over itself. Zeff slipped the paper out, unfolding it to reveal the written contents of the letter. The penmanship was impeccable, and the ink was very sleek. He knew immediately it was from Sanji, not many other pirates had handwriting as good as his. He had completely lost track of how many years it had been since the curly-browed boy left with that ragtag group of pirates to sail to the Grand Line, but Zeff had every single one of his bounty posters. He'd never admit it, but they were tacked up on the wall of his sleeping quarters. Every time Sanji's bounty increased, Zeff felt pride swell in his heart.

"How are you doing, you old geezer. It's been a little too long since we've had any contact, so I thought I'd write to you just to see how you've been. You're no slouch, I'm sure you've been keeping up with the world's events over the past however-many years. Do the Marines even bother to keep sending our bounty posters to the Baratie anymore? Well, regardless, I'm sure you can read right through me. I can't deny it, I miss you, old man. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, and such a huge part of that is thanks to you and the guys back on that old cruiser. Every recipe I try to make, I imagine you screaming in my ear and telling me that it tastes like shit. Some days I really wish I could be back there, but most of the time I'm joyful. Life has been really, really good. A few years ago, I met someone. Last year, we got married, and soon after our lives changed so drastically. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and she's as sweet as an angel. I mean it, too. I know you'd probably think something along the lines of me playing up my affections again just because she's a pretty woman, but I mean it. You'd love her, Zeff. Living as a pirate is the most stressful thing anyone could ever do, but she makes every day worth it. The crew was discussing the possibility of returning to the East Blue a bit ago, and when we do, I'm going to introduce you to her. I've spent the last years talking all about you, how you taught me everything I know about cooking, and I can tell she's just as excited as I am to finally see you. This letter's gone on long enough and I don't want to use up all of Nami's paper.

-- Sanji"

Zeff felt a lump in the back of his throat. Sanji had grown into such a fine young man, eloquent with his words and his feelings. He knew how big of a deal it was for the boy to be so honest and open. But one thing in the letter caught him off guard. What did he mean by, "Soon after our lives changed drastically."?

Zeff peered into the envelope, where another, smaller envelope was tucked inside. He almost didn't see it. Pulling it out, he held the letter and original envelope in between his fingers while he opened the second. Sanji was thorough with his packaging, that's for sure.

Inside, there were three photographs printed on thin, matted paper. The first was of Sanji and you, the wife he wrote about in his letter, taken by someone else holding the camera. Sanji had his arm around you, holding you against him, and you had your face nuzzled into his neck. His other hand held a cigarette away from the two of you, like he was in the middle of telling a story. The two of you were smiling brighter than the sun, Sanji's eyes completely closed with the motion of laughter, and yours creased, your irises looking up towards him.

The second photo made Zeff's eyes water. A photo of you and Sanji on the deck of the Sunny, exchanging rings. Sanji was wearing a sleek navy blue tuxedo, while you were wearing a gorgeous white ballgown. For pirates, you cleaned up phenomenally. He could just make out tears in Sanji's eyes as the photo displayed you sliding a band onto his finger. A skeleton with poofy hair stood between the two of you, which Zeff found a little odd, but he chuckled at the absurdity of it all.

Zeff flipped to the last photo.

The tears that were welling in his eyes from the previous image finally slid down his cheeks in heavy, salty droplets. His lip quivered.

Sanji sat in a chair, beaming down at a bundle of cloth held gently in his arm. He was crying in this photo as well, and was reaching a finger over the top of the bundle, where a smaller hand was reaching outwards to grab onto it. A small glimpse of blonde hair could be made out from under the cloth securing the baby tightly. On the back of the film, Sanji wrote the birth date and the name of the baby.

Zeff used a sleeve to wipe his blubbering eyes. His lips quivered, but he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.

Was he allowed to call himself a grandfather now? He figured it was only appropriate.

[mortish-writes]

Hi Mortish! I was wondering if it's no longer an option to seek comfort from Serax (unaligned zealot route) in the new update? I've tried countless times to achieve this choice but still end up with Valdricht.

No, it's not. I'm sorry, I should have included that in the update post. There were multiple issues with that branch, first and foremost being that it wouldn't have a satisfying conclusion based on its premise. Most readers who'd end up there would expect something romantic with Serax, similar to with Valdricht, but the issue was that Serax is deeply resentful of the MC. He's doing his best to hide it and try to figure out how to use her to his benefit, but ultimately it was a messy situation which needed a couple more nights to fully unpack. Additionally, it also led to a scene where Valdricht revealed a lot of plot points that the other routes wouldn't learn until much later, so I opted to prune it rather than leave readers hanging in a weird place while the rework is about to roll out.

Here is the opening scene for that route. It's not edited, so pardon any mess. The //slashes// are italics.

BoS Original - Night VI - Unaligned Zealot - Kissed Serax Route Opening Scene

Once, during her first summer in the sanctum, Miscilla kissed you on the cheek. She hailed from the Isle of Karonis, a western island whose culture was woefully influenced by the nearby Baniralti kingdom of Rovnikar. According to Miscilla—and you have no reason to doubt her—it was customary for the denizens of Karonis to kiss one another on the cheek by way of greeting, and even sometimes share an embrace.

It certainly wasn't a custom in Magonis, nor in the sanctum. You recall being so startled by the quick peck of lips that you completely froze. Miscilla, oblivious to your shock, had gone on prattling about something—complaining about chores, no doubt—while you stood and tried to figure out what had just happened.

You've long since decided that what Miscilla did was not a true kiss, though you're beginning to have your doubts. It takes you a couple of pulse-pounding seconds to realize that your kiss is not being reciprocated. Your excitement congeals into dread as you pull back, the taste of his lips still lingering on your own.

Serax regards you with a blankness that would make Valdricht envious. Cheeks aflame, you avert your gaze and attempt to right the towel wrapped around you.

"I'm so sorry," you say, your voice cracking. "No, I take that back. An apology is insufficient for the indignity I just inflicted upon you. I don't know what I was thinking." You wince. "No, that's not true. I was thinking sinful and nihilistic thoughts, and I was using you as an outlet for my distress."

Serax places a hand on the side of your face, turning you to look up at him. You do so, just in time to see his mouth descending upon your own. You draw in a sharp breath before his lips cover yours, and then emit a muffled yelp as his tongue //enters your mouth.//

Now, the tables have turned. You go rigid, not knowing what to make of his devouring kiss.

//He's trying to eat me.//

The thought races across your mind like a wild horse, and there's no stopping the streak of panic left in its wake. Your hands go to Serax's chest, giving him a shove. It's like trying to push a boulder. You achieve nothing—except making him growl into your mouth. Fear spiking, you give another shove, this one backed with all the force you can muster.

Serax pulls back in a jerk. You feel a stinging sensation, only to taste blood as you come apart. A quick swipe of your tongue reveals that he's nicked your bottom lip. Looking up, you see that he's taken notice, his gaze fixed on your lip, his pupils so wide they look like pits surrounded by a fine, blue-green band.

"Serax?"

He says nothing. He's gone perfectly still. Though mere inches from your face, you can't even feel his breath.

"Gath’vir. //Now.//"

The sound of Valdricht's hard voice isn't enough to make you turn your head. There's an instinct within you that commands you to keep your eyes fixed on the man in front of you—the man whose hand, you're now realizing, is cradling your neck, the tips of his claws pressed against your delicate skin.

In the span of a breath, Serax's expression morphs from deadly serious to something akin to...boredom? He both releases you and rises in the same instant, and you have to grip the side of the bath to keep from falling on your rear.

You look up in time to see him wiping his lips on the back of his hand. Without so much as a backward glance, he says, "She started it."

Valdricht stands in the doorway, glaring at Serax as the younger man pushes past his sire, shouldering him in a manner that could only be deliberate. You watch him disappear down the hallway as your body begins to tremble.

Valdricht enters the room and closes the door behind him. He's clad all in black, from his shirt to the tips of his gleaming boots. You adjust your towel with shaky hands as he leans over to inspect you.

"Be still," he says gently. "Let me see your face."

"I'm fine," you tell him in a voice that says you're lying.

Valdricht waits.

You lick the blood from your lip. In spite of everything, you find that you're disappointed it doesn't have much of a flavor. It leaves only a mild tingling sensation in your mouth.

After a moment, your pride recedes enough for you to turn your face toward Valdricht. From your position, he looks like a giant looming over you.

Holding your gaze, Valdricht reaches down to brush his thumb over the corner of your mouth, wiping away a stray drop of blood. You watch as he brings it to his mouth and licks. His eyes fall shut, the muscle in his throat shifting.

"It tastes good?" you ask.

He doesn't answer right away, and now it's you waiting for him. When he finally opens his eyes, you see that, like Serax's, his pupils have gone wide. Yet with Valdricht, you feel no sense of danger—only curiosity.

"Yes," he responds in a low voice.

Any further questions you might have are forgotten as he nicks the pad of his thumb. You start to rise at once, but Valdricht pulls his hand back and gives you a look of censure.

"Control yourself," he says firmly. "You must learn to do it now, while you are young. Impulsivity is a difficult habit to break, as Serax has demonstrated."

You swallow, nodding as you sit back down. You lick your lips in anticipation, but Valdricht continues to hold his hand aloft and—worse still—continues speaking.

"You do recall that he nearly killed you last night?"

"Uh huh," you say, gripping the edge of the bath to keep from launching yourself at Valdricht. For all the nausea that had been twisting in your belly, all you feel now is the tight clench of need.

"Do you think it was an accident?"

//Think?// You scarcely think of anything but wrapping your mouth around his finger and sucking as hard as you can. Of sinking your fangs into his beautiful, succulent body and drawing out his glorious nectar.

"Mmhm," is all you manage.

"I have my doubts," he murmurs.

[here-have-some-stories]

The Carnival

So I entered this writing competition where people at my year level had to write a story or something within 900-1000 words and after a lot of editing to cut it down I finally managed to do it, and since I'm finally finished I decided why not post it here and get random people opinions on it:

The carnival had come to their small, sleepy town two years before. Originally, it was just a temporary thing, staying for a few months before moving on. But as the carnival was the best entertainment other than an old movie theatre and a dirty pool that the town had, people would visit often. The old couple that ran the carnival found it nice that the town’s people cared so much about it, that they grew sentimental and stayed long past when they should have moved. 

But then, the year before, disaster struck. A fire had sprung up, lighting many stalls and rides on fire and making them unusable. The old couple, not having enough money for all the repairs, were forced to shut down the carnival. Now, a year later, the remains were still in the same spot as the town kept delaying the clean up. Some parts of it were still standing but slightly run down, others were completely gone. 

Darcy Garcia, an 18 year old with a morbid sense of curiosity, had read up on articles about the disaster, and had decided to gather her two best friends, Jackson and Andrew, and had dragged them with her one night to explore the old remains. Now as they walked around the old carnival, Andrew spoke up.

“This is really creepy,” he said quietly, “it feels like there’s someone watching us or something.”

“A little bit,” Jackson agreed, “but it’s probably nothing.” Darcy said nothing, but could have sworn she saw a shadow duck quickly out of sight. Andrew was right, it was creepy. But she didn’t want to freak her friends out into leaving, she wanted to keep exploring, so she kept quiet. 

They kept walking until they approached the main attraction of the carnival, a larger building set up called “Carnie’s Cave”. It was an attraction that made this carnival unique. It was a place where each carnie working there could contribute their own separate thing to the attraction, relating to their own stalls or games that they ran. As you walked through it, you could see all the references to the stalls set up around the carnival. It was mostly left untouched by the fire, only one side had been slightly scorched and damaged, and it remained standing just as it had.

“You guys wanna look in there?” Darcy asked, pointing to the open doorway of the Carnie’s Cave. 

“Yeah,” Jackson said enthusiastically, “but only if you don’t leave by myself.”

“We won’t,” Darcy said and started walking towards the entrance, Jackson and Andrew in tow. They were around 5 metres away from the entrance when the figure of a person stepped out from behind one of the walls and stepped in front of the entrance. All three of the friends startled back, Jackson letting out a scared yelp. The man stepped forward slightly, and from the light of the torch Darcy was holding, they could see him clearly. He looked quite dirty, Darcy thought, long messy hair and bed and ripped and stained clothes. Maybe he was lost.

“So sorry,” the man said with a gravelly voice, “didn’t mean to frighten you. I was just looking around.”

“Who are you?” Darcy asked, trying not to sound like she was being rude. 

“My name’s Alfredo. I actually used to work here when this place was running. Terrible tragedy, the fire, really it was. I was just checking the place out again.”

“So were we,” Darcy told him. “Do you know anything about the history of the carnival?”

“Bits and pieces,” Alfredo said, “I worked here for about eight years before the fire so I learnt some things.”

“Do you think you could tell us anything else, if it’s not too much trouble of course,” Darcy asked hopefully

“No, no, it’s alright,” Alfredo said, smiling, “I have to leave in about an hour but it’s all good.” He stepped forward a little closer to them, but still kept a distance. “I think the original people started the carnival around twenty years ago or some time around then. Could be wrong though, my memory’s not the best. People just thought it was a normal carnival and didn’t think there was anything different about it, and that was true. So they came up with the idea for Carnie’s Cave,” he gestured behind him at the building, “and that set it apart from other carnivals and people became more interested.'

“Do you know how the fire started,” Darcy asked, intrigued. Alfredo shook his head.

“Not exactly,” he said, “police said it was an accident, but I don’t know how it actually started. Could have been an open flame or something. Some people said it was on purpose, but most people didn’t believe that.”

“I remember people saying that,” Andrew said quietly. “ There was this group of girls at school who were theorising about who had done it. Never believed it though.”

“It was just a way to start drama,” Alfredo said. He looked up at the horizon and saw the sun starting to rise. “I have to go really soon.” 

As Darcy and her friends looked at him, they thought their eyes were playing tricks on them. It seemed like they could see right through him. Like he was slowly fading away, and the higher the sun rose, the more he seemed to disappear. They could only watch in silent amazement as as the sun fully came up, Alfredo fully disappeared. Darcy’s mind went back to when he had said he only had an hour left. Was that what he had meant?

“I want to go back now,” Jackson said quietly. Darcy nodded and they silently walked out of the carnival grounds and back home. They didn’t speak about what happened again, but they did think about it constantly, and they would continue to think about it long into their lives. 

I honestly don't think this is that good compared to some of some other stuff I've written, mainly due to the word count since I wanted to write more, which kinda sucks because this is the piece being judged and I don't have any enough time to write a new one but it is what it is. Then again, it could just be that thing where you think you're own work sucks but other people think its good, but I won't know until I get feedback. Kinda scared tho because my mum knows I entered the competition and now she's gonna wanna read it and this will be the first real writing I've done that she's read. Anyway tell me what you think if you want to, if you enjoyed it, if you think it's good, if you think I actually have a shot of winning or just anything else, and wish me luck for the competition :)

[everestgale]

Do you have any headcannons for your human designs of the voices, and would there be a different story to them (like if they have lives and jobs), or are they still just the voices of TLQ but as humans?

Sorry for taking a while to reply, I kept forgetting to actually write it all down (т v т)

The answer is: human voices are a part of a separate, post-New and Unending Dawn AU, where The Long Quiet is so sorrowful and longing after he killed the Heart of the Shifting Mound that he decided to unravel himself into a new world, created in the Princess's image, spinning his physical body into the world, his heart into the (human) voices, and his mind/memories into (human) vessels (since The Shifting Mound is gone, he has to essentially reconstruct them from his memories).

Yes, this AU also has human vessels because I've wanted to design how Princesses would look like if they were regular people ever since @/lavb-b did this for Prisoner, but I could never find proper motivation to sit down and design those. Voice brainrot has been very strong and very real (т v т)

And if you're wondering if this is how the idea of human voices started, the answer is absolutely not, it was originally just a funny design exercise, but I love coming up with silly in-universe reasons for my dumb ideas to exist, so this is now one of my AUs.

Tangents aside, it is a completely separate story from the usual post-canon shenanigans, human voices actually have zero solid memories of anything that happened before. For all intents and purposes, this is a different world, and so none of these people went through the horrors of the Construct; all they have is some vague subconscious feelings, gut instincts, nightmares, visions, but nothing solid or concrete that ties them to their Construct lives. At least, until I actually decide to make this AU into a story, I have a couple of ideas that I might explore in the future, or I might just leave this a silly modern slice-of-life AU, who knows!

As for specific headcanons, I actually don't have a lot of specific details planned or figured out since I'm only just now figuring out how even my regular post-canon world works, haven't had the time to really figure out what's going on with the human AU yet. But! Have a couple that I can remember off the top of my head:

Stranger pairs (Stubborn-Broken, Cold-Paranoid, Smitten-Skeptic, Opportunist-Hunted, and Cheated-Contrarian) are all siblings, with Cold-Paranoid pair being adoptive siblings. Maybe Cheated-Contrarian pair too, I'm not entirely sure yet.

They are all range between early 20s and mid 30s age-wise. The youngest of the group are Contrarian (definitely the youngest), Hunted, Hero, and Paranoid, probably in that order. The oldest are Smitten, Cheated, Skeptic, and Opportunist, though I can't decide if Smitten or Skeptic should be the oldest-

The younger side of voices (Contra, Hunted, Hero, Paranoid, Cold) are all university students (Contrarian is in uni because Cheated, his older brother in the AU, never did, so of course he had to /lh). The older side is... doing something. I haven't figured that out, but they all sure do have regular jobs and are trying their best to live a normal life. The universe (me) has other plans for them ^^

All voices do know about each other, at least vaguely (having them be five sets of siblings helps with that), but they are not as close of a group as they are in regular post-canon, due to age gaps and general lack of proximity. That does NOT mean that I'm not gonna put all these guys together into The Situations™

So yeah, those are some general ideas I have about my human lads, I probably have some specific headcanons for individual voices, but if I were to list them all here, this post would be like 2000 more words /hj Though if you are interested in a specific character, feel free to send another ask, I will try to write my vague ideas and headcanons down!

Thank you for asking, and I hope you enjoyed reading my random AU ramble!

[ln4norris]

I saw a couple of your responses and totally agree with them! I never interact on Tumblr, but I thought I'd add my 2 cents.

It is disgusting that some fans have been incredibly invasive in the lives of the Drivers. Should they be praised for their driving prowess? Yes! Should every minuscule detail of their lives be dug up and analysed and tracked to the nth degree? No.

The Drivers drive fast cars for a living. I want to watch fast cars being driven. I don't need to know what they do outside of media circus that is F1. I am an older fan well into her 30s and honestly couldn't tell you their wives and girlfriends names except if I came across it randomly, like the name of Charles Leclercs cute little daschund, Leo!

I understand the need, I guess, for younger fans to want to know these details (for whatever reason), especially now Max is having his first child. But tracking the plane? That's a little...unhinged? Look, he's a fantastic driver, and I do not like Kelly Piquet (for many many...ok SO may reasons and her family), but there's no need to blast them on Twitter (i will never call it X, Elon) about how much you hate her or how much you hate him, or both! Or, which other driver has your ire this week. There's no need for it- just keep the opinions to yourself even if they are valid criticisms. Social Media has unfortunately created a parasocial beast that can not be controlled. I took one look at Twitter a decade ago and backed out instantly, never gone on it since.

I think I made my point without rambling too much and not taking up much of your time! I just couldn't go past without commenting, I guess. The Drivers deserve their privacy as much as the next person, doesn't matter if they are 'famous'. However, if they do or say something in public that is problematic, then yes, hold them accountable within reason (and sanity) not go on a stalking spree and look like a complete lunatic.

Rant complete :)

Ahhh that's so kind! Bare with me and I'll respond to this in sections, as there's a lot to cover (I've also accidentally posted this before I was done so now I'm editing it lol)

Should they be praised for their driving prowess? Yes! Should every minuscule detail of their lives be dug up and analysed and tracked to the nth degree? No.

This is exactly the point! As prominent sporting figures, fame and all the other bits that come along with it are expected, but is anyone ever really prepared to have their life followed so much that you can't even leave the country without your plane info being displayed all over the internet?

The Drivers drive fast cars for a living. I want to watch fast cars being driven. I don't need to know what they do outside of media circus that is F1.

Honestly, yeah. Sometimes, online, it seems like people prioritise their private/dating lives over the reason why we know who these people are in the first place. I think some people just need to realise that these men are just that: MEN. People who lead their own lives outside of their profession, just like me and you. There's an awful lot of glorification around the Drivers when really, they're just normal people with an insane amount of talent. (And a lot of money lol)

Ahhh the thing about Leo is so real! Petition to make him the mascot of F1 :') I never scroll past Leo Leclerc content

I understand the need, I guess, for younger fans to want to know these details (for whatever reason), especially now Max is having his first child. But tracking the plane? That's a little... unhinged?

For like-minded people like us, yeah! It's just a massive invasion of privacy, in my opinion. However, I think things like that have become so normalised in this day and age that the people who are engaging in it don't even realise how morally wrong it is. You can't stop it, but I definitely will never be encouraging it - it's just weird!

Look, he's a fantastic driver, and I do not like Kelly Piquet (for many many...ok so may reasons and her family), but there's no need to blast them on Twitter (i will never call it X, Elon) about how much you hate her or how much you hate him, or both!

100% agree. I'm also not the biggest fan of Kelly (a very controversial lady) but I wouldn't go out of my way to hate on her 😂

Hold the girl accountable if needs be, but she's literally just birthing her child (has given birth?) right now. Let a girl breathe

(It's official, the baby is here! Congrats to Max & Kelly)

On the other hand, I'm also a massive Max fan - that doesn't make me want to obsessively check flight radar or demand updates from him/his team. Again, I think it's become so normalised that people don't even realise that what they're doing is such a big invasion of privacy. A parasocial beast indeed, anon.

I think I made my point without rambling too much and not taking up much of your time! I just couldn't go past without commenting, I guess.

Don't even worry, the more ramble the better! This is exactly what I wanted when I started answering people's hot takes, it's fun to spark up conversation online!

[asterifish]

Love You... // Lee know x male reader

Synopsis: m/n is in love. Hopelessly in love. When he first saw Minho, he was head over heels. M/n couldn't stop thinking about this mysterious dance major, and when they met, they felt as if their lives were complete.

Type: One-Shot

Genre(s): 🍂,❣️(see pinned post for key)

Extra Notes: reminder that 🪐 stands for m/n, and happy reading!!! There's gonna be 1 more fic after this released today :)

Story under the cut!!

"Chan Chan!! Chan wake up!!!"

🪐 was practically jumping on his hyung's bed, a big smile on his face. Jumping up almost immediately, the older male rubbed his eyes "🪐, its so early... Whats wrong?" Chan stifled a yawn as he looked at the younger, confused and worried.

"Channie, I passed the cutest boy when I was on the way to your dorm, I swear to god! He was like... glowing!! Is that even possible? I mean I..." 🪐 started rambling as he tried to describe the male, but his voice cut off as Chan laughed.

Patting 🪐's head, Chan smiled. "You are so in love already, aren't you?" 🪐 dramatically sighed and shook his head, "Are you even listening to me?! I'm describing GOD here!!"

"Okay okay 🪐, how about you actually describe him, yeah?" Chan sighed and slipped out of his bed.

🪐 followed Chan closely, rambling about the mysterious boy again. "So... You know how I have to pass the dance studio to get to your dorm, right? Okay so I was walking and I decided to look into the studio to see if Seungmin was there, but he wasn't. Not the point...."

Chan hummed softly as he listened to 🪐, finding the whole situation funny so far.

"BUT!! as I was turning to leave, I swear to god!! I almost bumped into him OOOHHHHH I was so embarrassed.... Anyway this guy had brown hair, and omg his eyes were so pretty!!! I watched him walk in and I stared for like.. ever it felt like." 🪐 continued, now bouncing on his heels excitedly.

"You swear you've never seen him before this?" Chan was thinking to himself, trying to figure out who the guy could be. 🪐 nodded, "Never seen him anywhere before!"

"Did he have brown eyes?" Chan suddenly asked, his eyes sparking with mischief. 🪐 squinted his eyes, face twisting into a frown "Channie.... are you saying you know him?"

"Maybe, maybe not..." Chan smiled and shook his head. "You'll see 🪐, you'll see."

WHAT????" 🪐 screeched. "WHATS HIS NAME?? PLEASE TELL ME PLEASE PLEASE I GOTTA KNOW" 🪐 was now shaking the older male, wanting an answer immediately.

"All I can tell you is that his name is Minho, alright? You'll see later on." Chan smiled and led 🪐 to the couch.

. . .

"Hey Seungmin? You here?" Minho opened the door to the dance studio carefully, looking around. He had promised the boy that he would help him with the more difficult parts of the dance they were doing for a project, but Seungmin wasn't there.

Slowly starting to warm up, Minho couldn't help but notice that there was a boy standing at the window of the studio, seemingly watching him. Minho didnt really mind at first, since a lot of people liked to peek into the studio every now and then.

As he kept stretching, he noticed that the male never went away. When Seungmin finally came out of the back, Minho turned to him. "Hey Seung? Do you know that guy?" By the time Seungmin looked over, the male was gone.

"What did he look like?" Seungmin asked, tilting his head. As the two walked to the center of the dance studio, Minho described the male he'd seen. "Oh! That was 🪐-hyung! He was probably looking for me." Seungmin smiled and shook his head.

"🪐?" Minho thought out loud. "Yeah! He's really close to Chan so the others and I hang out with him a lot, we should..." Seungmin's voice trailed off as his phone buzzed. "Oh hold on hyung, let me take this."

Minho nodded and then continued warming up, he didnt get very far before he started thinking about the male again. "🪐, huh? I wonder why i haven't seen him before..."

. . .

🪐 was excited for the next day, he was practicslly skipping through the halls on his way in between classes. "Yo, 🪐!! Whats up with you lately?" Chan grabbed 🪐's arm and turned him around. "You've been acting really weird..."

🪐 didn't answer, he just giggled to himself and wiggled excitedly. Chan sighed and shook 🪐 lightly. "Come on, I want to introduce you to someone."

🪐 whined but reluctantly followed behind the older male.

. . .

"Seungmin, where are you taking me?" Minho frowned as the younger male dragged him throughout the campus grounds. He had no idea where they were going, and sighed again.

. . .

It had been a few days since 🪐 had first brought up Minho and Chan and Seungmin had made a plan for for the two to meet. So, the two dragged their friends to the designated meeting spot. When they got there, Seungmin told Minho that he'd be right back and then disappeared. Chan had told 🪐 that Seungmin was meeting him, and had left suddenly as well.

. . .

🪐 had gotten to the park earlier than he'd expected to. He didnt know why Chan would just leave suddenly, but it did give him time to think. 🪐 had been sitting on a bench for a few minuted before 🪐 felt someone standing over him. 🪐 looked up with a confused expression.

"Can I help y...." 🪐's voice trailed off when he noticed that the person was Minho.

. . .

When Minho reached the park, the first thing he did was look around for his friends. He knew that they liked to play pranks on him, so he was on high alert. But instead if seeing his friends, he spotted a familiar face. 'Is that 🪐? Whats he doing here?'

Walking over to the other male, Minho smiled softly when he realized that it really was 🪐. He stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before 🪐 noticed, looking up with a confused expression.

. . .

"Hey, you're 🪐, right?" Minho started, shuffling his feet a bit. 🪐 nodded and smiled, "you're Minho!" Laughing quietly at 🪐's boldness, Minho nodded. Sitting down next to the other male, Minho sighed.

"So.. I guess this was their plan, huh?" Minho said after a while. 🪐 looked over, seeming to think about it. Nodding slowly, 🪐 agreed.

"I..."

"Would you like to..."

The two laughed as they talked over each other, but Minho couldn't help but stare. 🪐 was so much prettier up close. He didn't even realize how close he was until he'd kissed 🪐.

. . .

"SO YOU KISSED HIM???" A voice screeched, causing Minho to jump. It was now a few days later, and he was telling the story to Felix.

"I mean... yeah? It was an accident but I think n/n enjoyed it." Minho shrugged his shoulders and sighed. Just as Felix was about to say something else, there was a knock at the door.

"Can someone answer that? It's just 🪐!!" Seungmin called. Felix wiggled his eyebrows at Minho and pushed him towards the door. Groaning, Minho opened the door, leaning on it.

And there 🪐 was, in all his glory, a bright smile on his face.

"Hi Minho! Is Seungmin there?" 🪐 asked, his head tilted slightly. Looking at the male in front of him, Minho shook his head with a smile. "You're such a Golden Retriever n/n. Come on, he's probably in his room."

A few hours later, 🪐 and Minho were snuggling on the couch. They had been watching a movie, so both were quiet. When Minho looked down at the male in his lap, he smiled. "Sleeping.... God I've really fallen for you Hwang 🪐."

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[evanvison]

Mystreet season 7 ideas

I was recently thinking about the upcoming season of Mystreet and decided to come up with ideas or hopes for some of the characters and their stories.

I may do a few of these, but for this post, I wanted to discuss one character whose development I originally didn't think much of. After thinking about it for a bit I realized that this character had far more potential in the upcoming season than I had originally thought.

That character is Dante!

When it comes to Mystreet, Dante doesn't have a whole lot going on. He is a good friend in the group and is currently roommates with Travis. Other personality aspects can be narrowed down to flirtatious and silly. His biggest moments were mostly in season 2 and some fun moments in season 3.

I sat down recently and thought long and hard about what kind of potential dynamics and character moments everyone in the cast would have during season 7 and Dante surprised me with all the different dynamics that could not only give his character far more development, but a few others that I had trouble with as well.

I will break these dynamics down into groups. Mostly in order of how important these moments would be for his character and the plot.

4. Starting with the obvious, Laurence! Laurence and Dante are the only two characters in the main group that have been entirely left out of the overarching plot of seasons 4-6. We don't know for sure how much information they have regarding what the Starlight gang has gone through. What information was made public by the news? Let's assume they know at most, that the Ultima exists, went crazy, and was supposedly "killed". We have to also assume that neither of them knows that the Lodge crew was at Starlight, or they figured it out from how long they were gone (less likely)? They know Travis and Katelyn were there but that may be it.

When the rest of the gang all come home together, without Travis and Aphmau, I have to imagine that unless the gang explains what happened immediately, a good chunk of the season could be Laurence and Dante trying to figure out what happened. Obviously, they can't hide much this time. Zane can only say names as numbers, Aaron is damaged and has no memories, Lucinda has no magic, Garroth is a werewolf (there is no way he will keep that hidden for long), and finally... Aph and Travis are still not back! Good luck trying to keep Laurence and Dante from asking questions when they can figure all that out pretty easily.

I can imagine some scenes in the first few episodes where the two are working together to go around detective style, to try and gather up all the clues so they can piece some stories together, even if everyone tries to leave some parts out. Either way, finally bringing these two into the "in-the-know group" should be a good character moment for at least a few people.

3. Kawaii~Chan & Zane. This one is the least likely (probably) but I liked the idea so I am talking about it. One thing that Dante is known for in Mystreet is that he is a flirt and has trouble staying with the girls he dates. In some of the videos outside of the "main canon content" we see skits where Dante is in love with KC and actively tries to steal her away from Zane. I don't know how canon these silly skit ideas are and they may have no relevance to the season at all but Jess wrote them and they connect to Dante in key character ways, so I'm using it! Assuming Dante does have a lingering crush on KC since dating her in the past, I could him talking to her more this season only to realize that Zane is dating her now. This could lead to him either becoming jealous (like the skits) or using this moment to realize that Zane has grown and become a man worthy of dating KC. This could give Dante a growth moment where he could then realize how happy KC is and step back to maybe think about becoming the kind of guy that could keep a girlfriend too.

I could see a cute conversation between him and KC where she gives him a pep talk about growing with someone when you truly love them (it could be so cute).

2. Aaron. Something that we as a fandom don't talk enough about is Dante and Aaron and their surprising friendship. These two are actually far closer than we tend to give credit for. Dante literally was the one who helped Aaron get the ticket situation for Starlight and the proposal set up. Imagine that everyone comes back except Travis (& Aph but for this let's focus on Travis) and Dante is already missing him like crazy then he sees all his friends hurt, and then he sees one of his friends who looks like he really shouldn't be alive AND he says he doesn't REMEMBER YOU! I would lose it. I want to see Dante with little else to do, so he decides to try and help bring back or at least assist with getting Aaron's memories back. It would be a massive character moment and would slowly help him mold into the Dante we know from Diaries.

Diaries Dante is known for being loyal as all get out. He is a protector of the village, he waited 15 years for his friends to return home, even when everyone else had left. He went through a lot and matured because of it.

Mystreet Dante is also loyal, we don't see it that much, but he is (which is why I don't like the idea of him trying to steal KC from Zane). He loves his friends so much. He is sort of going through a similar moment to Diaries Dante by having the Aph group leave without knowing what is going on or why they are gone and having to wait patiently for their return. Then they all come back (mostly) and they are damaged and broken returning to a very empty town. A place Dante has been waiting in for a while. This season could bring Dante and his arch full circle and show that his Diaries counterpart isn't all that different after all.

1. The final one. Katelyn... Now I know this one seems odd as number one, but Travis is still in the hospital for now so until he returns home with Aph, I can't count him but this Katelyn one is also a Travis-related one so... Anyways, I assume at some point Katelyn will have to explain what happened with Travis (whether it's fully truthful or not is a debate). A moment that I feel could be a game changer is if Katelyn asks Dante what Travis was like before high school. We don't talk enough about how Dante and Travis have been friends since before high school. He may know some things about Travis and his family before we meet him in the story that could be insightful. Imagine with me if you will, an entire back-and-forth conversation between Katelyn and Dante where they discuss Travis, his past, and what went down with him on Starlight. That could tell us a lot about Travis that we might not have known before. It also would be cute if Dante told Katelyn how much Travis has changed because he loves her.

I just wanted to share these because if I don't I'll lose it. I hope Dante gets the character moments he deserves in the new season. until then I want any other Dante season 7 stuff you can think of to be commented! I wanna hear them! Also enjoy this very quick sketch of Dante I did.

Anyway, have a good day/night everyone! More season 7 character ideas to come so look out for them!