#written series

[hyuuukais]

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pairing ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?

warnings ~ framed suicide, murder, drug mention, kidnapping, abuse, blood/injuries, addiction, use of alcohol, swearing, ghosts, minor character death

taglist ~ 18+, no ageless blogs

MASTERLIST

🎬ROLL CALL !

CH 1 ~ UNKNOWN NUMBER CH 2 ~ THE PLAYGROUND CH 3 ~ LAKE HAVEN CH 4 ~ ENERGY CH 5 ~ FAMILY TIES CH 6 ~ RELIVING THE PAST Ch 7 ~ WHAT HAPPENED TO HAN JISUNG? CH 8 ~ SELF-DEFENSE CH 9 ~ BLACKMAIL CH 10 ~ THE FINAL ACT

[parkjayist]

SERIES IN PROGRESS!: ESSENCE OF ROMANCE (pjs)

sum park jongseong is in denial, but the truth is undeniable: he's hit a dead end. how can he maintain his title as a world renowned chemist if he can't even advance his own research? meanwhile, you, an aspiring chemist, have faced constant belittlement from your male colleagues as you pursue your own groundbreaking research in isolation. when jongseong finds you conducting experiments in HIS own lab, he's enraged. he's enveloped in fury when he realizes that you two are trying to research the same topic. yet, buried beneath his rage lies a deep sense of desperation, and he's willing to do anything to finally finish his research he's been putting off for so many years. perhaps you're the missing piece in his research (and life).

pairing chemist!park jongseong x female chemist!reader

genre written series, slowburn, angst, fluff, " enemies " to lovers, coworkers au, 1960s au, smarty pants x smarty pants

warnings misogyny, a lot of angst, kissing, swearing, chemistry terms, ( more will be included in each chapter ! )

wc 4k (updated: 3/22/24)

notes sooo i watched lessons in chemistry a while ago and i liked it a lot. i'm also really into chemistry so i thought of implementing it into my writing! this is inspired by the show/book lessons in chemistry !! if you watched the show or read the book, you'll probably find some scenes in this series that may seem familiar :)

want to be tagged when each fic comes out? send me a dm / reply below!

masterlist for this series

prologue.

i. flour(sour) start

ii. that old feeling

iii.

iv.

vi.

vii.

to be added...

[luvmyoui]

six - out

previous masterlist next

gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,732

a/n: GUYS IM SORRY, I MEANT TO POST THIS EARLIER BUT I LOST TRACK OF TIME PLS FORGIVE ME😞😞

the constant buzzing of your phone roused you from your slumber, you tried to ignore it but the buzzing hadn’t gone away like it usually would. with a huff you sat up and received the call without checking the caller. 

“what?!” you said annoyance clear in your tone.

“check twitter, right now!” camila’s stressed out voice exclaimed from the other end of the phone. 

“okay, okay, gosh what terrible thing happen-” you fell silent when the twitter app loaded on and displayed a linked article stating a question along with a picture. 

SIXTH HARMONY’S Y/N L/N HAS A DAUGHTER? 

the article went on to explain how an anonymous source had sent a picture of the ‘happy birthday isla’ banner that hung behind you, you were squatted on the floor with isla’s cheek squished into yours. seeing the picture you immediately recognized it as one that was definitely taken the day before. you could only curse yourself for letting that man help bring that package into your home and forgetting to close the door. apparently there had been paparazzi waiting outside of your house and took pictures of the decorations while your door was open. 

“y/n? you good?” camila's worried voice pulled you out of your regretful thoughts. 

“y-yeah, just shocked. the thought of this happening never even crossed my mind.” you said, still in disbelief that this could’ve happened. 

“look at the comments though, we can go along with them and lie.” hearing this, with curiosity you scrolled down to see the replies to the tweet. 

REPLIES: 

sixtharmony4ever: why can't you people just mind your own business omg, leave my girls alone!!!

camilasolostan: wtf??? was y/n a teen mom?! iloveyn: so what if she was, its her life not yours.

laurenmll: why are you idiots acting like she can't have nieces😭😭 user872349: are you stupid, she doesn't have any siblings💀💀 laurenmll: are you? you're acting like she cant have any cousins☠️ laursss: girl lets be real, thats 100% y/ns kid camziezz: literally, cuzns arent twins💀💀

sixthharmonizerrr: these paparazzis seriously need to get a life and let celebs live theirs.

twice4lifee: guys why does that baby look exactly like mina😰😰minaluvzme: IM SAYINN once4ever: NEW SHIP???

minariii: *image attached* cannot tell me they are not the same person, literally give that kid a haircut and its mina.

lovey/nnn: why does the baby look like that one girl from that kpop group?!

harmonizeronce: does mina have a secret brother? twcmina: she literally said in multiple interviews she was an only child. harmonizeronce: thats why i said secret smartass.

seeing people defending you brought a smile to your face, you loved your fans. though you couldn't help the anxiety creep up your spine, what if they found out about mina. rather than worrying for yourself, you worried for mina, it might break her career if it's found out that she has a kid. you knew that the kpop industry was much less forgiving when it came to things like this. feeling another buzz in your hand caused you to look at the incoming call from your manager larry. 

“mila, larry’s calling so i’ll hang up now okay?” hearing a ‘kay’ from camila you hung up and accepted the call from your manager. 

“deny having a kid, say it was your cousins or something and that you hang out with her kid alot. I honestly don't care what you say, just make sure no one knows that it's your kid.” he said as soon as you had accepted the call

“and if i don't want to?” 

“that’s not an option.” he stated. 

“I'm not going to deny my kid, can I just stay quiet? i won't ever deny that isla’s my daughter, i'm not and never will be ashamed of her. sure i had her young but i don't regret it at all.” you responded with finality in your voice. maybe this was a stupid decision, but one parent had already left isla and you refused to disown her by saying she wasn't yours.  

letting out a sigh, knowing nothing he said would change your decision, your manager let out a fine and hung up the call. you let yourself fall back into your bed and just laid there hands and legs sprawled out. hearing the creak of your door opening made you lift your head a bit to see isla standing there. she ran over to your bed, when she reached it she proceeded to lift one of her legs up trying to get onto the bed. you smiled down at how cute she looked, stopping her struggles, you sat up and pulled her onto the bed next to you. with her small hands she pushed you down onto your back and jumped onto you, cuddling her face into your neck. 

“when will i get to see mommy, i only see hew in pictuws.” isla said into your neck, she was very clearly distressed, and you could only think of the day before when she had questioned mina’s want to even see her. 

you honestly didn't even think mina wanted to see her, sure she sent gifts but you doubt she’d want to see isla. she always thought of the child as a burden, as something that you were supposed to care for. the thought brought a frown to your face, you wished for mina to see isla and acknowledge her as a daughter. 

chaos had ensued in the twice dorms, although mina only shared a dorm with nayeon, all the girls were currently at the dorms. as soon as they had seen the tweet they rushed over, hoping that it wasn't as they thought. 

“so what, you just left her alone with a kid?!” jeongyeon exclaimed, clearly upset at the mere idea. 

“uh- well it wasn't like that, i wanted to pursue my dream and she was holding me back. also i send them money and gifts and pay for the apartment, i’m fulfilling my role as a parent.” hearing this, all of the girls continued their attack, throwing objects at mina. she tried to dodge but there were too many coming and too fast. 

“god i knew you were a douche judging by the amount of girls you bring home, but this is just unbelievable.” momo said, followed by a shoe being thrown at mina’s head. 

“you guys are unbelievable, i'm your member, not her. plus, are you forgetting the part where i literally send gifts, money, and pay the bills?! also she didn't want me to follow my dream!” mina exclaimed, why couldn't they understand her side?

“yeah, and are you forgetting the part where you got her pregnant. whatever she says doesn't matter, as the person who got her pregnant you should have taken responsibility.” jihyo voiced out, clearly annoyed by her excuses.

“I do take responsibility! how many times do i need to say that i give them money, i spoil them incredibly!” mina cried out in exasperation, how many times did she have to say it for them to understand?

the yelling and throwing of things was stopped the moment the door to the dorm opened, their manager walking in. “mina, there better be a good explanation for this.” their manager said, glaring at mina. 

“uhm- there really isn't one, it’s exactly how it seems.” 

“how do you even know y/n?!” their manager exclaimed, not being able to wrap her mind around this situation.

“we uh- we were high school sweethearts, we dated throughout almost the entirety of highschool.”

“what?!” everyone exclaimed, not knowing that they were in that serious of a relationship. 

“wait, so do you know any other celebrities?” chaeyoung asked in disbelief, she had been a fan of the group's music for a while and couldn't believe mina knew them.

“uh- yeah, shawn mendes, he was my best friend since middle school and camila, but she was y/n’s best friend. and i mean camila never really liked me.” 

“you knew shawn mendes?!” chaeyoung exclaimed, being best friends with shawn mendes was insane to her. 

“yeah, i still talk to him from time to time too.” mina said, scratching the back of her head as she explained. 

“mina, i hope you know that we will be going to the US for the billboard women in music awards. and sixth harmony will for sure be there.” their manager said to mina.

“what!?” mina exclaimed, the thought that she might run into you again was now starting to eat away at her. she didn't want to see you, but at the same time she wanted so desperately to. 

“oh yeah, i was gonna tell you.” jihyo said, everyone surprised that mina didn't know. 

everyone had left by now, and it was only mina, nayeon, and the two beer bottles on the coffee table in front of them. mina usually didn't drink, her intolerance for alcoholic drinks being the reason, but after today she just needed a drink. 

“what do you think? do you agree with everyone else, you think i'm an asshole?” mina asked, not offended but wanting a genuine answer.

“I mean what you did was very assholey, but i mean it’s never too late to change you know? i mean i’ve lived with you for like how long? three, four years? and i mean i think i know you best, and i can say with confidence you’ve had at least a little character development.” nayeon said, taking a swig of her beer. 

“but what do i do? I feel like what me and y/n had is broken by now. I don't think she’d even want me to meet isla.” mina said, she would never dare say her true thoughts. and i mean, could you blame her? 

all she knew about this kid was that she was 3 years old and that it was hers. she didn't even know what isla looked like until she saw the picture on twitter. she felt terrible for even thinking it, but she didn't really care all that much for this kid. you on the other hand, she had known you for a long time, she loved you, she had a kid with you. she didn't regret pursuing her dream but she wished it didn’t include losing you. 

“just talk to her, when we meet her. try to just talk it all out.” 

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[cococharm]

TWO ↭ rough night

The night had started like any other drinks flowing, the bass from the DJ booth pulsing through the air, and the usual crowd filling up Club Venus. Y/n moved through the chaos like she always did, balancing trays, dodging drunk patrons, and trying to ignore the lingering thoughts about Christian Yu that always seemed to creep in.

But halfway through her shift, everything changed.

A loud crash came from the far side of the club, followed by shouting. The energy in the room shifted, suddenly tense, the usual rowdiness turning hostile. Y/n looked up just in time to see two men shoving each other near the VIP section. One of them, tall and built like a tank, swung his fist. It connected with the other guy’s face, sending him staggering back into a group of dancers. Chaos erupted.

Christian was already moving, pushing through the crowd like a force of nature. Dabin and Hyungmo were close behind him, trying to break up the fight before it got out of hand, but it was clear that this wasn’t going to be an easy night.

Y/n froze for a moment, watching as Christian grabbed one of the men and wrestled him to the ground with brutal efficiency. But before he could get a hold of the second guy, another punch landed. This one squarely on Christian’s jaw.

Her heart dropped. She had seen Christian take down plenty of drunk idiots in the past, but this was different. This was a real fight, and he was outnumbered.

Without thinking, Y/n shoved her tray onto the bar and rushed toward the commotion. By the time she reached Christian, the fight had spiraled out of control. Blood smeared across his cheek, and his stance wavered slightly as he tried to keep the aggressors at bay. One of the bouncers managed to pull one of the men off Christian, but the damage was already done.

“Christian!” Y/n’s voice barely carried over the noise, but it was enough to get his attention. His eyes locked onto hers for a brief second before he turned back to the fight.

The next few minutes were a blur of shouting, fists flying, and the sound of breaking glass. By the time the dust settled, the troublemakers had been dragged out of the club, and the police sirens wailed in the distance. The crowd was still buzzing, and the club was a mess.

But all Y/n could focus on was Christian.

He stood near the bar, leaning heavily on one of the stools, his hand pressed to his side where blood seeped through his shirt. His face was twisted in pain, but he tried to play it off like it was nothing.

"You're hurt," Y/n said, her voice steady despite the knot of panic tightening in her chest. She moved closer, her nursing instincts kicking in. "Let me see."

Christian shook his head. "I'm fine."

"You’re bleeding," Y/n shot back, reaching for his arm to pull it away from his side. “Stop being stubborn.”

“I said, I’m—” Christian started, but the look in Y/n’s eyes shut him up. She was having none of it.

“Sit down,” she ordered, grabbing a towel from behind the bar. She pressed it to his side, applying pressure to the wound. “You need stitches.”

Christian winced but stayed silent, his jaw clenched in pain. Y/n worked quickly, cleaning up as best she could with the supplies they had at the bar. The bleeding had slowed, but it was clear he needed more than just a makeshift bandage.

“We’re going to the hospital,” she said, standing up and grabbing her bag.

“No ambulance,” Christian muttered through gritted teeth. “Costs too much.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, frustration bubbling up. “Fine. But you’re still going. We’ll take my car.”

Christian didn’t argue this time, too worn out to protest further. With some help from Dabin, Y/n managed to get Christian out of the club and into the back seat of her car. The drive to the hospital was tense and quiet, the only sound being Christian’s labored breathing. Y/n’s hands gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing. She wasn’t just worried about his physical injuries. She could feel there was something more going on behind those guarded eyes.

When they arrived at the hospital, Y/n parked the car and rushed around to help Christian out. He was clearly in pain, but still trying to act like it was no big deal. She had to practically drag him inside.

Once they were in the waiting room, Y/n turned to Christian with a scolding look. “You could’ve been seriously hurt back there. You’re not invincible, you know.”

Christian met her gaze, a tired smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m fine, Malibu.”

The use of the nickname caught her off guard. It was the first time he had ever called her that. Yuto’s nickname, yes—but hearing it from Christian made her heart skip a beat, despite the seriousness of the situation.

Before she could respond, the nurse came over to wheel Christian back for treatment. Y/n stood there, watching as he disappeared down the hall, a mix of emotions swirling inside her.

This wasn’t how she expected her night to go. But then again, nothing about Christian was predictable.

As she sat in the waiting room, the adrenaline from the fight started to wear off, leaving her drained. Her mind wandered back to those moments in the club. The way Christian had looked at her, the weight of his body against hers as she helped him into the car. There was something between them, something she couldn’t quite explain.

Maybe it was just the heat of the moment. Or maybe, just maybe, there was more to Christian Yu than she had originally thought.

And for the first time, Y/n wasn’t sure if she was ready to find out what that “more” really was.

previous | masterlist | next summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.

[underlove-official]

Chapter 1: The Journey Begins

{Page 2}

“Hey! Lea-Leave her alone!” Frisk’s voice shouted with a clear stutter, despite the exhaustion in their voice as it rang out through the cave and bounced off the walls. Lena and Morgan’s heads whipped around in their direction, surprise flashing in their eyes as they saw Frisk standing at the entrance, fists clenched. 

Iris looked up, hope flaring in her wide, frightened eyes. “Frisk…” She murmured as if she could hardly believe Frisk was there. Frisk took a step forward, stopping in their tracks the moment Lena and Morgan stepped closer to the pit only a few feet away. “The hero has arrived,” Lena sneered, letting go of Iris and stepping towards Frisk. “What are you going to do, Frisk? Save your little friend here? Don’t make me laugh.” “This isn’t a game, Lena. Ju-just let her go,” Frisk stuttered out a demand, fear gnawing at them as Lena let out an almost sinister laugh in response. Frisk’s eyes locked onto Iris’, then back to Lena as she stepped towards them again. Lena flashed a grin, one that Frisk barely took notice of before she was suddenly lunging at them, shoving them back with surprising force. Frisk barely managed to stay on their feet, nearly tripping on a rock before regaining their footing. “I’m not going to let you hurt her!” Frisk shouted with more confidence now, kicking off from the ground to spring forward and grasp Iris by the arm and attempt to yank her out of Morgan’s hand, yet the other wasn’t letting off without a fight. The cave filled with the echoes of the scuffing of shoes, the clear clap of contact as someone was slapped, and another was shoved directly onto the cracked stone floor of the cave. Morgan swung on Frisk, who was jabbed right in the nose, followed by a cry of pain. Lena moved to grab Iris, but she was already fleeing the scene. Iris scurried to the cave entrance like a frightened animal, hands grasped in the fabric of her skirt to keep her from tripping on it as she ran from the fight taking place between Frisk and the bullies. Yet Frisk hadn’t followed behind, Lena’s eyes flickered to the edge of the pit and then back to Frisk. A cruel smile twisted on her lips, and then with a swift brutal motion, she slammed into Frisk’s side, catching them off balance. Frisk’s eyes widened in shock as they felt the ground disappear from beneath their feet. 

“Frisk!!” Iris’ scream echoed through the cave, all three pairs of eyes watching that moment as Frisk reached out desperately, with nothing to grab, and plummeted into the darkness. 

Morgan and Lena didn’t stick around, quickly turning on their heels and exiting the cave as if they hadn’t been there and unknowingly took someone's life. Iris ran back in, collapsing to her knees the moment she reached the hole’s edge, heart pounding in her chest. “Frisk…” Her voice was barely a whisper, choked by the tears that streamed down her face.“Please… someone… help…” Iris’ voice broke as she sobbed, her shoulders shaking as she leaned forward, her head nearly to her knees, her hair sprawled out around her with broken cries.

[acim-ed-ortsac]

Hey, I need a bit of help here: so I’m making like a crack series where Mihawk has like memories from his past life where he lived in this world and has knowledge of One Piece, not much of his personality changes but he has knowledge of the future. Also he unintentionally gets a harem. Problem is, I figured out three of them but is debating on some of the others. I thought of Akainu having a sort of obsession over this goth man but can’t think of anyone else right now…any ideas guys?

[regularstudios]

ÖMeNS IHS: Teaser

[VERY MUCH INSPIRED BY VIBINGLEAFS FNAF RETAKE TEASER & FNAF VHS]

ÖMeNS is an upcoming Indie Horror Written Series that is inspired by Five Nights at Freddy’s, created by Scott Cawthon. The series is centered around a fictional world of 4 vengeful spirits who possess unique abilities and personalities throughout the various of secrets between who the spirits are? What had happened in the past that has now affected the present of our world? And what has the murders led up to for people to solve on their own for the Lore to be involved?

That’s exactly where you’ve to see.

[THIS WON'T BE AN INDIE GAME SERIES NOR AN ACTUAL SERIES AT ALL]

[fighterguyadventurescomic]

The Adventures of FighterGuy!

Season 1, Episode 0

"Prologue"

(written transcript)

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**DISCLAIMER**

This series is rated R, intended for mature audiences. "The Adventures of FighterGuy" contains violence, swearing, dark psychological topics, & sexual themes. Viewer discretion is advised.

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This is the written transcript of the Prologue!

Since I put so much effort into the scripts of my comics, to the point they're pretty much like chapters of a novel, I've decided to post them alongside each of the visual episodes. Both will have the same level of detail, albeit some things may come across clearer through words or visuals, depending on the scene.

I would suggest reading both the written and visual versions of each episode, to get the maximum level of understanding from each. Both should be understandable enough on their own, though.

Anyways, enjoy!

Episode starts under the cut.

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Sitting alone, the lights of the room dimmed, a young Flamoid is sitting in a wooden seat. He drums his fingers along his knee, waiting impatiently. He looks around the dark room, his posture stiff.

His head flame crackles softly as he waits.

A light flips on, shining bright in his face.

The interviewer, recording out of view, speaks up in a chipper voice. "Okay, we're rolling! Ready to get started?"

The boy jolts, his flame flickering. Coming back from his jumbled thoughts, he side-eyes the interviewer. "What's this for, again?"

"In order to add Flamoids to our "Amicable Extraterrestrial Protection Act", we need additional information about them." He replies.

The boy cringes, looking off to the side. "…That's a mouthful."

In another room, a slightly smaller Earthoid with fluffy blonde hair sits with his arms crossed, facing the camera at an angle. He looks annoyed. "Adding Flamoids to the "protected

class"... Is that your way of making amends for the -last- time we were here?" He asks.

The interviewer pauses, unsure of how to respond. "...Um-"

In another room, a tall, lean Flamoid walks into view. He's too tall to fit in the frame.

He strolls over to his seat, casually slumping down in it with a sigh. "Alright... Let's get this over with."

In another room sits the king, his posture somewhat relaxed. His crown sits proudly atop his head, encrusted with three round, polished rubies, one under each point of the crown.

He side-eyes the interviewer off camera. "Have you started filming? ...Yes?"

He sits up straighter, posture going from relaxed to stiff and assertive. "Right, please proceed." He says, staring calmly into the camera.

"Please state your name, age, and species for the record." The interviewer asks the group.

The first Flamoid shrugs. "Okay... FighterGuy. Thirteen, Flamoid."

"Joseph Hargraves. Fourteen, Earthoid." The second says.

"Jake. Seventeen. Flamoid." The third says, looking bored.

"Huran. Thirty-five, Flamoid." Says the king.

Joe scratches at his face as the interviewer continues. "We're going to ask you a series of questions required to propose the amendment."

"Are Flamoids socially inclined?" He asks.

Joe smiles. "Yeah! Compared to humans, Flamoids are -very- socially competent."

He pauses, his expression unchanging. "...No offense."

"Do Flamoids value cooperation with other species?" The interviewer asks Huran.

Huran smiles, perking up. "Yes! We strive to support our allies and friends of our kind."

"Do Flamoids have any enemies?" Interviewer asks.

"Yes." Jake replies flatly.

The interviewer pauses, waiting for him to continue. Jake stares back at him.

"...Could you elaborate on that?" The interviewer asks patiently.

Jake has a flashback. A white canine-humanoid stands trembling, hunched over stumbling as he presses his hands to his left eye. It's bleeding profusely.

He removes his hands and looks at them, stunned.

The canine looks up, full of rage. He remains calm as he speaks in an ice-cold tone. "...You'll regret that, firespitter." He grumbles between gritted teeth.

Jake pauses, pointing upwards as if he's about to speak, then pointing to the interviewer as he replies, "No."

"Do you trust Flamoids, overall?" The interviewer asks Joe.

Joe deadpans, offended by such a question. "Of course I do."

His expression softens as he looks to the side, holding his arm, blushing slightly. He smiles bashfully, furrowing his brow. "How could I not? Living with them... It feels foreign, but also familiar."

He has a flashback. He's sitting on the roof of a castle, FighterGuy laying across his lap, sleeping. Along the horizon, the sun is setting. The sky has turned from the usual pastel blue to a rich pink, orange, and yellow.

He continues to speak, in the present. "They're as close as I'll ever get to my own kind..."

Joe's eyes glisten as he admires the view.

On his lap, FighterGuy stirs in his sleep, hissing.

Joe looks down at him with concern. He begins to shake, whimpering from whatever dream he's having. His shoulders stiffen and his hands tighten into loose fists as his distress becomes more apparent.

Joe hesitantly pets FighterGuy's head, hoping to calm him down without waking him. Joe's forearm passes through his flame as he rests his hand on his head. The flame dances around the intrusion, maintaining its shape otherwise.

FighterGuy purrs softly, quickly relaxing, the tension easing from his shoulders. He subconsciously snuggles closer towards Joe, sighing.

Joe blushes, his going wide, shining. He looks surprised and awestruck, witnessing this. A bright teal blush spreads across his cheeks.

"...but I'm okay with that." He says as the flashback ends.

"What do you mean by that?" The interviewer asks.

Joe jolts, blushing, embarrassed. "Uhm… N- next question, please!" He stammers, waving off the question.

"Do Flamoids value honesty & morality?" Interviewer asks Jake.

Jake furrows his brow, looking somewhat uncomfortable. He calmly replies with a question, his expression shifting to look more unamused. "Do humans?" he asks.

The interviewer pauses, processing his response. "...Excuse me?"

Huran's watch receives a call. He stiffens in his seat, hearing it ring. He moves the sleeve of his robes out of the way to see the screen. It reads "MAX" in large text.

Huran sighs, standing. "Apologies... My advisor is calling."

He walks out of view, answering the call. "Maxwell?? What is it? Yes, I'm still on Earth..."

Jake pats his legs as he abruptly stands. "Okay! I'm done."

He strolls out of frame, his chin held high as he puts his hands in his pockets.

The Interviewer calls after him nervously. "Wait! There's stil-"

"Nope. I'm done." Jake cuts him off.

Huran is speaking to Maxwell on his watch, facing away from the interviewer in the corner of the room. He has an audio receiver pressed to his ear, holding it down with two fingers.

He furrows his brow, looking worried. "Under siege?! By who??? ...Speak up! I can't hear you-"

A gunshot fires from the other line, startling him. "Maxwell?? Maxwell!!" He exclaims in a louder volume.

The call ends. He stands frozen in place. "Oh no..." He mutters.

FighterGuy suddenly looks dizzy, holding the side of his head. He sways from side to side as the whites of his eyes turn black, his pupils becoming small white pinpricks. His breathing sounds

labored as he begins to look panicked. The edges of his mouth have gradually stretched past their normal ending point, shifting to become a jagged line.

The interviewer, catching all this on film, watches silently, then cautiously asks, "Are... you okay, sir?"

FighterGuy blinks a few times, shaking his head. His mind is foggy as he attempts to respond, speaking slowly. "I... um... I need to-"

He cuts himself off as he goes into a coughing fit. "KHHH- KHH!!"

FighterGuy stands and holds his stomach, grimacing. He quickly covers his mouth as black acid begins to trickle out from it, dripping from his chin.

Through his coughing, in a strained, garbled voice, he finishes his sentence. "-step out for a minute!"

Back to Joe, his interview has just concluded. Joe stands and stretches his arms high above his head, locking his hands together.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Hargraves. We'll be in touch." The interviewer says.

Joe sighs, resting one hand on his hip, looking off to the side tiredly. "Sure thing." He says with a sigh.

Joe is alerted by a loud roar from the other room. He freezes, His eyes going wide.

"What the Hell was that?!?" The interviewer exclaims.

"...Pardon my language." He adds quietly, forgetting his manners.

Joe looks worried, staring at the floor as he mutters "...Oh no."

A subtle hissing can be heard from right outside their door. The door is blown open in an explosion of red and blue flames. Thick, dark smoke fills the room.

The sound of wet, rattly breathing can be heard, approaching slowly. As the smoke clears, a small hand slowly steps into the empty doorway.

FighterGuy peeks around the corner, his flame flared up, flickering nervously. His eyes are empty, staring ahead absently. He scans the room, appearing to look for something, but not finding it.

His gaze snaps to Joe, after a moment, staring at him.

The interviewer jumps from his seat. "Oh my god-!"

Joe puts his hands up, palms out towards FighterGuy. His expression is stern, and he speaks with a calm sense of authority towards him. "Woah! Hey..."

FighterGuy looks up at Joe, scanning his features. From his perspective, his vision is blurry. Everything looks darker, and the outlines of things are constantly moving, fading into and out of each other slowly. He squints at the figure speaking to him. He knows this voice. Their face is obscured, but he can almost make out who it is.

Joe doesn't move, keeping still so FighterGuy can see him. "Easy, boy..." He says in a patient tone.

FighterGuy stares blankly at Joe for a moment, processing his thoughts.

The interviewer breaks his focus. "What's going on?!" He exclaims.

FighterGuy snaps his attention to glare at the interviewer, immediately threatened by his frantic tone.

"Why is he staring at me like that??" The interviewer asks.

FighterGuy crouches, preparing to charge at the interviewer.

"Damn it- LOOK OUT!!" Joe shouts.

FighterGuy bolts into the room on all fours, roaring and knocking the camera over in his wake.

The visual cuts out, switching to display the blue rewind screen of the tape. The timeline shows it's reached the end of the recording, "STOP" in bold letters blinking in the upper left corner of the screen.

⛥FireFlower⛥

4/11/2024

[doodlefox2]

good girl

[afterthelambs]

This trio is aggressively y2k. Good thing they all died within the decade because I cant imagine them past the 2000s, they all have nokia fliphone face

[luvmyoui]

eight

previous masterlist next

gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,533

a/n: i've run out of titles :(

fake, it was all fake. it was fake like almost everything the public knows, no one actually knows what goes on behind the cameras. everything you said was scripted, nothing you said was unplanned or the truth. maybe on the rare occasion you would tell some of the truth, but never it in full. 

but honestly, what was the point in even concealing things, the paparazzi would eventually uncover it. that’s how you felt when they found out about your daughter, and how you now felt when the picture of you and chaewon was leaked. it was nothing more than the angle, you were leaning in for a hug but the angle made it seem like a kiss. you had met chaewon initially through a mutual friend, huh yunjin.

she was your neighbor as a kid, and was one of the few people who knew everything that went down with mina. yunjin was one of your closest friends, and one you could say knew everything about you. when yunjin left america to join produce 48 you were so proud of her for it and encouraged her throughout the whole thing. 

you weren't actually korean, but you would consider yourself pretty fluent in the language, same went for yunjin with japanese. when you two were little you both would teach eachother your languages, you japanese and her korean. later on, knowing these languages came of much use to the both of you. yunjin’s understanding of japanese allowing her to easily communicate with the japanese people on produce 48.

when the lineup for her debut was confirmed, the first thing she did was introduce you to her members. you immediately clicked with chaewon and sakura. you could easily communicate with all the members, having known fluent japanese and pretty fluent korean. you don’t know how it happened but you three just clicked, immediately forming a trio. 

yunjin often joked about chaewon and sakura stealing her best friend, and now in a way chaewon had. chaewon alone had a schedule in new york, you currently resided in california due to your job but when you heard that she’d be there, you flew in on the same day as her. she had come all the way to the states and you weren’t gonna let her go without a hello. 

you two booked the same hotel so from there you two walked to a café. you should’ve predicted that the paparazzi would find out. when you met up with chaewon that day, it made headlines in both america and korea. your popularity in korea shot up along with chaewon’s in america. almost every pop news outlet was talking about chaewon and praising both izone and le sserafims music. 

seeing how popular chaewon had gotten in america and you in korea, both your companys decided that you two would enter a fake relationship. both sixth harmony and le sserafim were informed that you two would enter a fake relationship. the purpose of this relationship was to promote both yours and chaewons new albums. 

when the idea was first proposed, it brought excitement to the both of you. because of chaewon being a kpop idol you barely got to see her, but with a fake relationship you’d see eachother so much more. you both immediately said yes to the idea and were eager to sign the contract. the thought that mina might be angry did cross your mind, but was ultimately dismissed when you remembered that she probably didn't care about you anymore. 

everything happened so quickly, just two days ago you had been caught with chaewon and now today the statement of your relationship with her was going to be released. the plan was, that in the same statement that included your relationship you’d talk about how chaewon helped you raise isla and how she was basically the second parent of your child. this statement was to be released tonight, at 9 pm. you were half nervous and half excited. you were nervous because just the next day you’d have to attend the billboard women in music award ceremony. you hadn't bothered checking who’d be there, obviously assuming it’d just be other american artists. either way, you didn’t have the freetime to be checking who’d be at the event and who wouldn't. 

maybe you should’ve, considering only your members knew about what went down with mina

the excitement of spending more time with chaewon and le sserafim, naturally overtook your nervousness of facing the public. you couldn’t help but find humor in the fact that u were going to tell everyone chaewon was like a second parent to your child when she hadn’t even known about isla’s existence until it was leaked. 

having known mina for so many years, and even having a daughter with her. you knew she’d be mad when the news was released tonight. even if you knew she had basically done nothing in raising isla, knowing her she would definitely refuse to believe that. the fact that someone else was claiming isla as their own would without a doubt infuriate her.

she always wanted what others had. 

words could not explain the frustration and anger coursing through mina’s veins right now. that was her kid, that was the gift she bestowed upon you. how dare you tell everyone kim chaewon of all people was co parenting with you. why in the world would isla, her daughter need a substitute parent when she was still breathing. In that moment mina wanted nothing more than to take isla from you and keep the child with her forever. It was in that moment that mina genuinely realized her mistake. 

she had caused everything, giving herself the excuse that she was working hard to provide for you two, but had she really fulfilled her role as a parent? hell, mina didn't even know how her own daughter looked until she saw her on the news. mina never admits her mistakes, but just this once, she couldn't find an excuse for all that she had done. mina had many breaks over the course of her career, she could've gone to visit you two. she should’ve gone to visit, at the end of the day that was her own flesh and blood, she made that child and yet she wasn't even there to watch it grow. 

it was on the way to the airport that mina had found out the news, but the anger she felt once before, was now replaced with regret. she had the whole 11 hours of the plane ride to ponder; where did she go so incredibly wrong? maybe it was the regret sizzling in her stomach, but mina couldn't tear her eyes from the blurry picture of her daughter in front of the car mina had gifted her. mina wanted so desperately to claim this child as her own, to shout it out for the whole world to hear. 

but if k-idols having relationships were looked down upon, then God knows how bad it would be to have a child in this industry. that left mina with her second question though, how on earth did chaewon’s company agree to let her go public with your guyses relationship? not only was chaewon going public with being in a relationship, but also being gay? south korea was not a country like the U.S where being gay was widely recognized and accepted. It was quite the opposite honestly, homophobia was very real, and very present in south korea. chaewon going public with her relationship was definitely a gamble. 

half the flight mina spent thinking about you and isla, and the other half was spent sleeping. due to their new comeback she hadn't been getting much sleep with promotions. not wanting to be sleep deprived when she met you or anyone, mina basically forced herself to sleep. when the flight landed and she was awoken, she thanked her past self for deciding to sleep. 

this was it, this was going to be her first meeting with you in four years. maybe if she was anyone else, she would’ve been nervous, meeting you after such a bad ending. but she was myoui mina for a reason, the feeling of nervousness was one foreign to her. confidence was all she knew, and confident was all she was. 

once her makeup was done, mina was helped by staff into her elegant black dress along with a fur coat. If mina were to talk about changes in her life, this would definitely be at the top of the list. before becoming an idol, mina never wore dresses or skirts, often wearing boyish clothing. at first it irritated mina, having to wear such girly clothes and such tight compression shorts. but now she was used to it, and honestly she now enjoyed wearing dresses, she found that they fit her well.

after finishing with hair and makeup, mina along with her members were led to the venue, and to the table they were assigned to. the cheers along with the people who were on stage were all that could be heard. that was until mina sat at her table and looked to her right. 

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[cococharm]

ONE ↭ club venus

Club Venus was alive tonight, like it always was on a Friday. The flashing lights painted the scene in electric blue and magenta. Y/n balanced a tray full of cocktails, dodging rowdy patrons. After seven months of working there, the chaos had become familiar—comforting even—though she still felt like an outsider at times.

Her gaze flickered across the room, eventually landing on him. Christian Yu was impossible to miss, like a statue carved from granite. Broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, and an expression that promised he’d break bones without hesitation. Unapproachable. Intimidating. Yet, like every other girl at the club, Y/n’s eyes were drawn to him. In the months she had been there, they’d hardly exchanged more than a few words, but there was something about Christian that tugged at her.

It wasn’t just the way he looked, though that alone was enough to make her heart race. He was a mystery, and she couldn't help but watch him. Every now and then, she’d catch him glancing her way. He’d offer a brief nod or a small smile, but Y/n always looked away quickly. His size, the depth of his voice, and his reputation scared her just enough to keep her distance.

She approached the bar, setting down her tray, but her thoughts stayed on Christian. Maybe it was foolish, but she was curious. Curious about him, his past, the man behind the bouncer who rarely spoke more than a grunt in her direction.

Hwasa slid up beside her, balancing a tray of full drinks. Her lips curved into a sly grin as she followed Y/n’s gaze. “You’re staring,” she teased, her voice barely audible over the music.

Y/n snapped her head back, her cheeks flushing with heat. “I’m not staring.”

Hwasa raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Sure, you’re not.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n tried to brush off Hwasa’s knowing look. “I’m just… observant,” she mumbled, reaching for a rag to wipe down the bar.

Hwasa’s grin widened. “Uh-huh. And Christian just happens to be in your line of sight?”

Y/n busied herself, avoiding her gaze. “He’s the head bouncer. It’s his job to watch the crowd too.”

“Right,” Hwasa drawled, unconvinced. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “You know, I heard he’s single. And he’s been asking about you.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain nonchalant. “Probably just making sure I’m not causing trouble.”

Hwasa laughed, a tinkling sound that somehow cut through the pulsing bass.

As the night wore on, the familiar routine of balancing trays and dodging drunken patrons kept Y/n’s hands busy, but her mind remained distracted. Christian was stationed near the entrance, his eyes scanning the crowd. Every time she passed, she felt his eyes on her.

Later, as the crowd began to thin, Y/n leaned against the bar next to Hwasa. “Long night?” Hwasa asked, not bothering to look up from the gin and tonic she was pouring.

Y/n sighed, her eyes drifting to where Christian now stood, talking to Dabin, another bouncer. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Hwasa smirked. “You know, you’re not exactly subtle, staring at Christian like that.”

“I am not,” Y/n protested, though her cheeks warmed under Hwasa’s gaze.

“Girl, please,” Hwasa chuckled. “It’s fine. Everyone stares at Christian. But good luck with that.”

Before Y/n could ask what she meant, Yuto appeared beside her. “Malibu, can you grab some stock from the back?”

She nodded, eager for a distraction. As Y/n headed toward the stockroom, her thoughts still lingered on Christian. She grabbed the bottles quickly, eager to get back to the floor. As she made her way down the dimly lit hallway, she felt a presence behind her. Turning, she found herself face to face with Christian.

For a split second, it felt like the world around her stilled. The distant hum of the club faded as she locked eyes with him.

“You good?” His voice was low, but it was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

Y/n nodded, suddenly feeling self-conscious. There was a pause, and for a moment, she wondered if he would say more. But Christian just nodded, his expression unreadable, as he walked past her, heading back toward the entrance.

She stared after him, her heart pounding in her ears. What was it about him that made her feel this way? He was just a guy—a ridiculously attractive one with a mysterious past—but still just a guy.

Shaking off the lingering thoughts, Y/n finished her shift, trying to focus on the familiar routine. By the time she left, the cool night air hit her skin like a relief. She walked to her car, keys in hand, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

She couldn’t help but wonder—who was Christian Yu, really? And why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

previous | masterlist | next summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.

[ithilienns]

Name Etymologies of Middle-Earth: Gandalf

“Yes, yes, my dear sir—and I do know your name, Mr. Bilbo Baggins. And you do know my name, though you don’t remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!”

― The Hobbit, Chapter I: An Unexpected Party

[drvirgus]

I kind of am in the mood to write another written series since I finally have my laptop back 😭😭

But tbh I don’t really have a story in mind 🤔🤔 I have some ideas tho