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bluerosefox · 2 years

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Why Ra’s Would Summon the Ghost King (Also Twins AU in this cause I love that AU)

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I've been binge reading some DPxDC (mainly Batman stuff) for a bit and I've fallen deep in love with it. I adore so many AU or ideas of it and my mind refuses to let me go until I give my 2 cents on an idea so here goes. (I’m still new to some DC/Batman stuff so its not the best just an FYI)

One of my fav AUs to read is the Twins AU with Damian and Danny (Danyal) AND a cult summoning the Ghost King stories. But hear me out...

We need Ra's summoning the Ghost King fics/stories.

Why would he summon the Ghost King?

The Lazarus Pits are drying up and he discovered after a years worth of research the main reason they appeared was because the Ghost King ripping open portals and dragging pieces of mortal realm into the Ghost realm, thus leaving 'wounds' on the earth and creating the Pits that are leaking over (and they get corrupt due to overuse, like someone not changing the filter or maintenance in a pool, it gets nasty.)

However, the old King was defeated in battle a few years ago. A new King raises in his place. And a year ago the new King was finally crowned and had begun fixing the broken Infinite Realm (Ghost Zone) into what it once was before Pariah Dark took its throne.

(Small personal head-canon, the Ghost Zone reflects the King of the Realm. Pariah Dark was tyrant who carried for nothing but his own power, thus the Zone began to fall apart and thus began his power trip to rip open the realms to gain land again, also even in his sealed slumber he was still King and thus the Realm kept falling apart. However since the day Danny beat him the Realm went into a pause, not healing but no longer breaking apart until the day he could take the crown)

Since the day a New King was crowned, Danny has been healing the Zone, fixing the broken cracks of the Realm, and thus fixing the still oozing scars of the Lazarus Pits on his side of the Realms... Meaning pretty soon the Pits will dry up and be no more.

However for Ra's this is bad news, hence why he's looking into a way to keep the Pits going. And he found out about the old Ghost King, researched and discovered only the Ghost King can make the Pits, and after summoning a ghost he discovered a New King had been crowned around the same time the Pits began to heal (whom was summoned? Aragon cause he hates Danny and just spits out how he hates the new King but never told Ra's his actual name, only calling him "a welp of a boy! Unworthy fool of the crown he bares!" And other names)

Ra's (with the little info he has on Ghosts in general) believes the "New King" might be easy to manipulate to his side if he words things right, believing that all ghosts to hate the living and such. (Stereotyping much Ra's) and could maybe strike up a deal with the New King of the Infinite Realm.

Ra's decides to summon the Ghost King and plans to offer a sacrifice as a gift. (After all what better gift to the dead than a new subject) in exchange for him to rip open new Lazarus Pits.

Who he picks. (Twins AU part)

Either Damian (after finally giving up on the 'fool of a boy for following his father footsteps') whom might as well finally be useful since his defection.

Or his not so dead failure of an heir Danyal, whose going by Danny Fenton in America, he only found out the weak heir is alive after his research into ghosts and finding the Fenton's name on the forefront and saw a photo of the family.

He has no idea how his failed heir is alive though, he knows Damian dealt a mortal blow during their fight for heir-ship (Danyal foolishly letting it happen, not even trying to lift his blade up to block it, thus cementing the belief that Danyal was too much like his father in terms of his heart) and he knows he ordered Talia, who tried to hide her heartbreak behind a uncaring face, to leave the boy’s rapidly cooling body and tend to a almost shell shocked Damian instead so he knows it couldn’t had been her before ordering his men to toss the failure out, not caring what animals eats the remains. He kept his eyes on Talia for a few weeks after, just to make sure she didn’t do anything foolish like go and revive that failure with the Pits.

(None of them knew of the moment the guards left the dying five year old outside that time stopped with a command of “Time Out.” with only the ticking of a clock echoing in Danyal’s fading hearing, the image of a ever changing being staring down at him. Child, Adult, Old Man. Child, Adult, Old Man.-Danyal’s vision faded into darkness as the being gently lifted him up and whispered “So much to do in such little time. Don’t worry, your time is not up just yet young Danyal...”)

Judging from the reports he gained from his men, ‘Daniel’ was found halfway to death outside a hospital in America (somehow reaching it mere seconds after he had been tossed out of the compound according to the record dates, how? He had no idea), it was touch and go but ‘Daniel’ manged to live (police and hospital staff strongly suspecting family abuse from the wounds/scars, heavy abuse thus put the boy in protective custody (aka keeping his sudden appearance at the hospital on the down low until they could find out what happen and who he is). Upon finally waking up after a few weeks it was discovered he had no memory of who he was, who his parents where, or what happened to him. He only got the name ‘Daniel’ after a mysterious gift appeared on his bed in the middle of the night with that name written on it, the gift was of a star pillow/plush. (Danny is a space nerd, will always be a space nerd, let him BE A SPACE NERD WITH MORE SPACE STUFF, even the cute stuff)

Afterwords ‘Daniel’ was bounced around from foster home to foster home after he was healed up until he meet Jazz, Jasmine Fenton, one day at a park. Her parents and her were in town for a Ghost Convention, the two meet and they clicked as siblings in little to no time. ‘Daniel’ later meets Jack and Maddie Fenton and then before any of them knew it ‘Daniel’ wormed his way into their hearts and family, he would later be adopted and become ‘Daniel’ Danny Fenton since then.

Ra’s decides to choose Danyal as the sacrifice, and because he’s Ra’s he plans on tormenting Bruce and Damian with this.

Meaning he plans on kidnapping Damian (and secretly Danyal), which gets Batman to follow, and kill Danyel in front of the both (to hurt Batman for corrupting his heir with his ‘No Kill’ method and to show Damian how much of a failure his fathers methods of 'protecting' are compared to the power of the League) in order to summon the Ghost King.

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SO anyone wanna a part 2? I got ideas for the summoning itself. I have this urge to actually write it as a story format but who knows.

Part 2 -

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ikamigami · 22 days

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I believe what Dark Sun told Foxy is true.

Maybe it's because of what he said about our Sun not surviving..

This.. I think that this cements it for me that Dark Sun isn't actually that bad.

I mean I think that he's not telling the full truth when he says that he only cares about his own ass.

Cause I think that he cares about something here. In our dimension. Or maybe about someone?

It might be just my wishful thinking but what if Dark Sun feels some kind of sentiment towards our Sun?

Cause when he was watching a bits from the channel it seemed to me as if he saw there something that he maybe wanted to be with his Moon or maybe he just in our Sun something he lost after all these times Moon refused to cooperate..

We were wondering on Discord when I still was active there how Dark Sun would feel about our Sun if he met him.

We didn't have them meeting each other and while Dark Sun didn't state that he hates our Sun for being a punching bag or that he feels a bit sympathetic towards him or that he doesn't care about him at all.. I feel like those little bits show that Dark Sun might actually feel sorry for our Sun.

I mean cause look, he told Moon that he should be worried about Sun and let him know where Sun is.. even though he could just simply say for example "don't worry about your dear Sun, check the lighthouse".. but he didn't. He said "you should be worried about Sun.."

And when Dark Sun was counting people who could built Eclipse - people who knows how to copy paste a personality - and he made a weird pause when he said Sun's name.. people thought that Sun is actually the one who is working with Ruin and helped him bring Eclipse back. But I think that Dark Sun hesitated because of how much our Sun doesn't believe in his own smarts. Sun can copy paste a personality - he did that with Moon's computer.. but remember how he said that it was just dumb luck?

And Dark Sun also said that Sun won't survive the aftermath of Ruin's "thanos' snap thing"..

And him watching their channel - he only later went to the episode with Ruin's interrogation - he was watching one of the games at first..

Doesn't it all seems odd to you? Why Dark Sun would be like that towards our Sun who "failed" in every way Dark Sun didn't?

Shouldn't he be angry at our Sun for being a doormat to everyone? For not being able to stand up for himself? Not being able to speak his mind to Moon?

Does Dark Sun might actually feel sorry for our Sun?

Maybe, and it might be my wishful thinking once again, Dark Sun isn't angry at our Sun because he.. gaah I can't find the right word xp..

Maybe Dark Sun admires, is sentimental about Sun's kindness?

I can't word it out how I want for the love of all that exist QwQ

What I mean is that Sun has this kindness and lots of empathy which is what Dark Sun lost. And I think that maybe Dark Sun feels some sort of grief.. for lack of better word.. it's like he's grieving who he was.

Cause like many people speculated me included that Dark Sun just became so cold, distant and emotionally detached to be able to stay on his ground, to be able to cut off the toxic people from his life - Moon literally and creator and Stitchwraith got killed. He has his peace but at what cost?

I think that our Sun is for Dark Sun a bitter-sweet reminder of what he had to sacrifice in order to achieve his peaceful life. I think that our Sun reminds Dark Sun of how he used to be as if he was looking at his younger self.

You know what I mean? It's similar to when you see yourself in someone else and you see all those aspects of you that were sweet but they're gone and you're not like that anymore. And you can't help it but to feel sympathy towards that person.

I think that the same is with Dark Sun. I think that he feels a little bit of sympathy towards our Sun because of how Sun is still kind and compassionate and forgiving. And Dark Sun used to be like that as well. And now he looks at Sun and can't help but to feel sympathy towards him. And he can't help but to feel sorry for Sun because of how much Sun struggles all because of his kind heart.

And because Dark Sun has a star - and interdimensional star at that - he probably saw things from future and he saw that Sun will try to do something to himself. Or that's what I think is the case.

I might be wrong but for me it can't be a coincidence with the way Dark Sun is whenver he mentions our Sun.

And that's why I think that he might want to try to prevent this from happening. But will he be successfull? Will he be able to convince others to listen to him?

We shall see. I can't wait to see what showrunners have in store for us.

At the end I'll say that I'm really happy to see that Foxy tries to do better as a father of FC this time and that he took FC with him to try and if kid can help with anything awwwww 💗

Also I wonder what are they doing wrong with the way they're trying to bring Solar back.. maybe they need Eclipse's help? Hmmm..

Either way something interesting will happen on April 8th to say the least.. I can feel it.

#sun and moon show #sams #sams evil sun #mgafs foxy #mgafs fc #sams spoilers #sams sun #sams solar #sams eclipse #sams moon

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xdaddysprincessxx · 8 months

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The Cabin in the Woods lll

Dave York x f!reader

Dead dove/dark fic, dubcon, gun kink, oral (m & f receiving) piv (wrap ya wily, we don’t want babies) 1 slap, 1 spit in the face, breeding ish kink, reader is also manipulative in a way wink wink, I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Back down in the basement, your forced to be alone with your thoughts. And your thoughts seem to be focused solely on the mystery man . . .

Warnings:

A/n: Part tres amigos! I am absolutely enjoying writing these two little devils! I’m not sure how many parts this is actually gonna have, in all honesty I’ve just been vibing and going off of that lol but I am planning another series soon so check out the little teaser I made

Ever since the man brought you back down to the basement, your time at the cabin hasn’t been terrible. He’s been consistent with bringing you food and water regularly. Every few hours or so he comes and brings you upstairs to use the bathroom almost treating you as if your a dog he has to let out. The makeshift pallet you’ve been sleeping on is rather cozy if you ignore how hard the unforgiving cement floor is. The two of you never exchange words, the man mostly just grunts at you with the occasional kick to your side if your asleep when he comes down.

After what feels like a century, you’ve finally had enough. You’ve gone stir crazy being stuck down here. No one to talk to and nothing to entertain you except your thoughts, you’re ready to go postal on the man. It doesn’t help that your last encounter keeps replaying in your mind on a damn loop. Your no longer scared as much as you are pissed and horny. Two things you know for certain: 1) you want out. Now. And 2) you want the man to fuck you hard again.

Your ears perk up when you hear the man’s footsteps come towards the basement door, causing you to sit up ready to beg him to hold you hostage upstairs. You have a plan you’ve been thinking of for awhile now and now it seems is time to put it in action.

As Dave descends to the bottom of the stairs he flicks the light on and can’t help but notice how your sitting there almost as if you’ve been waiting for him. Pretty doe eyes look up at him all innocent like. Looking very much like a pure little angel that he very much wants to defile over and over again. Walking over to where you sit, he bends over sitting a plate and cup down grunting at you as if to say ‘Here, eat”

“Thank you sir. I appreciate everything you do for me.” You say sweetly hoping to butter him up a little.

“Uh huh.” Dave replies, suspicious as to why your thanking him. I mean I have done a lot for her. Kept her alive when I should’ve gotten rid of her especially after she ran from me, he thinks.

“May I ask you a question sir?” You ask quickly, hoping to get the ball rolling on this plan of yours.

“What is it?” the man barks out.

“What’s your name? If I’m stuck here with you I’d like to know who I’m stuck with.” You say using your sweetest voice, really laying the sweet angel act on thick.

Raising his eyebrow, he looks you up and down with a quizzical look on his face. “Dave. My names Dave.” He responds, feeling fine with giving you his real name knowing you will never leave this cabin alive.

“Dave, I like that name. Well it’s nice to meet you Dave.” His name rolling off your tongue, you can’t help but think of screaming his name while he takes you from behind.

You start to sit up on your knees as you lean forward on your hands crawling towards Dave, “Dave I must say I am very grateful for everything you do for me. But there is something else.” You say seductively as you look up at him with a sensual expression. Bringing your hand up, walking your fingers up his leg, “Can I please come back upstairs? I’ll be good I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want.” You tell Dave suggestively.

“Ah I see. So you think you can look at me all innocent like, ask me my name and practically moan it out loud when I tell you, only to beg me to let you out of the basement?” Dave says as he bends down to your level, face to face, “What happened to ‘thank you for everything sir.’ ? You should be grateful I’ve let you live you stupid little girl.” He practically spat in your face.

Spitting in his face, “Fuck you!” You yell. In a split second after you said that, Dave raises his hand and slaps you hard across your face, “ You fucking bitch!” Dave yells back as he wipes your spit off his face, only to then grab you by your chin and force you to look at him.

“You wanna act like a silly, little girl and beg, then fucking beg.” He says threw gritted teeth. Roughly he shoves your face to the side as he lets go of your chin. Feeling hurt and your ego a tad bruised, you cast your eyes down unsure if you should actually beg like he said or keep quiet. The wetness pooling in the boxers he lent you is undeniable. That slap turned you on.

Dave stands back up and grabs his gun out of his holster on the back of his pants.

Using the barrel of the gun, he places it on your cheek and tilts your head back up so your looking at him again. “Open your mouth.” He orders. Terrified, you do as he says and you open your mouth.

Dave slowly caresses your face with his gun before he traces your open mouth with the barrel. “Such a pretty fucking mouth. Too bad you like to use your teeth.” Dave says as he starts to put the barrel of his gun in your mouth.

Shocked, you just keep as still as possible. The man put a fucking gun in your mouth! Dave put his gun in your mouth!!! So why the hell do you feel the need to please him and put on a little show? Show him how good you can suck his gun and maybe you’ll earn some of his trust and he’ll give you a taste of his cock again. You tighten your lips around the barrel and begin sucking on his gun. The cold taste of metal floods your tastebuds only spurs you on more. Bobbing your head up and down the length of the barrel you dare to look up to see Dave watching you through half lidded eyes.

“Fuck look at you. What a filthy little girl. Sucking on my damn gun like it’s a cock. Is that what you want sweetheart? You want my cock again?” Dave says in a low, baritone voice.

Keeping the gun in your mouth, you shake your head yes as best you can while keeping eye contact with Dave.

Grunting, Dave slides the gun out of your mouth while he unbuckles his pants to reveal his thick cock, already an angry red and very hard, all for you.

Your eyes widen with lust ready to swallow every inch he gives you. Before you even move the tiniest centimeter towards him, he puts his gun up to the side of your head.

“Aht before you suck my cock just know my gun will stay right here. You try anything and I mean anything and I will shoot you.” Dave growls at you. As scared as you are, feeling his gun rest on your temple has you getting even wetter. Licking your lips, you move towards Dave reaching out to grab his thick member. This time your able to get an even better look at him. The prominent vein going down the entire length of him on the side as it curves underneath. The head is an angry red with drops of precum already leaking from the slit. You drop your jaw and welcome his smooth cock into your mouth. His musky scent filling your nostrils while your tongue flattens underneath his cock. Bobbing your head up and down, you quickly found a nice rhythm, twirling your tongue around his cock while going up and down his length. Looking up again with tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you push yourself to go all the way down to the base of his dick.

“Fuck that’s right baby swallow every fucking inch just like that.” Dave purrs as your lips and nose hit his dark patch of curls.

After enjoying the warm heat of your mouth deep throating his dick for a little bit longer, Dave pulls you off his cock by your hair. Saliva strings connect you to him as you take a deep gulp of breath in, your chest heaving up and down. Wordlessly Dave shoved you down causing you to fall back on your butt, he gets down on his knees, completely level with you now. He grips your knees pulling your legs apart as he runs his nose down your thigh towards your pussy. As he reaches your mound, he rubs his nose over your mound and takes a deep breath, reveling in your sweet scent.

Sitting up on your elbows, you look down at Dave’s head in between your thighs in disbelief. You didn’t take him for a man who ever went down on a woman much less enjoyed it. Unable to hold it back any longer, you let out a soft moan as Dave kissed your lips. He took no time in pulling down the boxers covering your sweet, sweet heaven. Once bare Dave dove back in and started exploring your pussy with his tongue. He licked up and down your slit a few times, stopping to swirl around your clit. After a few swirls his lips attached to your clit and started to suck.

Unable to believe the scene in front of you, you couldn’t help but reach down and pull on his thick locks as you moaned so sweetly. Bringing a deep guttural moan from Dave as he continued his assault on your pussy. In no time you were already close. Maybe it was part of the fact you were constantly turned on thinking about Dave and how he felt when he fucked you. Or the other night when he helped you cum as he came on you. But you were loving this. Throwing caution to the wind you started to buck up in his face as you held onto his hair keeping right where you want him.

Growling, Dave grips your thighs, keeping you spread open as his tongue enters your pussy, fucking you open on his tongue. He can feel you clench, suspecting you were close already, this confirmed it for him. Going back up to your clit he starts going back and forth on swirling around your clit and sucking it.

That does it for you. Feeling yourself fall over the edge, you began cumming hard onto Dave’s face. “Oh fuck oh fuck yes yes please don’t stop oh god yes!” You practically shouted.

Enjoying the fruits of his labor, Dave greedily sucks up every ounce of your sweet nectar that he can. All too soon his mouth leaves your pussy as he looks up at you like an animal about to attack it’s prey. Soon you feel his massive hands slide up to your hips and toss you over onto your stomach treating you like a rag doll. As if you couldn’t get any wetter, your pussy gushes even more at the rough treatment.

Before you even get a chance to get up on your knees you feel Dave’s body cover yours and without warning he fills you to the brim with his cock. Splitting you open, feeling the sweet burn of being stretched wide, he gives you no time to adjust before he’s pumping in and out of your sweet heaven. Your whole body feels as though it’s been set on fire and you love it.

Pinned down by Dave’s body all you can do is make a deep, guttural grunt as you lay there and take every punishing thrust of his hips. “Fuck that’s it baby. This sweet fucking pussy keeps sucking me in. Gonna milk me dry. You want my load in this fucking pussy little girl? Huh?”

Unable to even speak you nod your head as best you can because good god you want his cum deep inside you. You know you shouldn’t enjoy any bit of this but you do. Oh god you do. You love when he’s mean to you, when he calls you names and even more when he manhandles you however he wants and makes you take everything he gives you.

“Nng fuck yes fuck yes you do. You want my fucking load baby you’re gonna take it. Keep every fucking drop in this pussy.” Dave all but moans out as he saw you nod your head yes. Loving how depraved and filthy you are. In the back of his head he’s already decided he’s going to keep you. You’re his now whether you like it or not. All too soon he feels his balls tighten up and after a few more thrusts, Dave starts coming deep inside you.

Feeling his cock pulse inside you, you can’t help but moan at the feeling of being filled. A tiny voice in the very back of your head almost hoping his seed will take, wanting to keep a part of him with you forever. And you suspect if it does take, there’s no way he would harm you if you were pregnant with his child, right?

All too soon, you feel him pull out of you, leaving you feeling empty and used. Catching your breath you slowly begin to roll over as you watch Dave pull his pants up and put his gun back in the holster.

Once Dave’s decent again, he grabs the key out of his pocket and goes to unlock the cuffs around your ankles. Pulling you up by your arm, he leads you back upstairs.

After being brought back upstairs, Dave takes you to the bedroom and leaves to grab a wet washcloth to clean you up. Carefully he reaches down and swipes ever so gently leaving you feeling so confused as to why he’s suddenly being so careful with you.

“You can stay up here with me as long as you can behave. The first time you wanna act like a cunt you’re going back down do you understand me?” Dave informs you as he throws the washcloth in the hamper by the door. Shaking your head vigorously, “Yes sir of course. Thank you.” You answer quickly before he can change his mind.

Nodding toward the bed, Dave pulls the comforter down as if to say get in. You crawl into the bed and lay down as he pulls the covers over you. Turning off the light, Dave walks around the bed to the other side and crawls in next to you. Soon enough you find yourself drifting off to sleep, feeling rather content laying next to your captor.

A/n: All comments/reblogs/likes are greatly appreciated and I love seeing everyone enjoy this story!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving my first born😇

#pedro pascal #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x female reader #dave york x you #dave york smut #spicy smut #tw dubcon #dead dove 🕊️#dark fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #the equalizer

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ecargmura · 1 year

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Buddy Daddies Episode 8 Review: Something Worth Protecting

This episode showed and told so much that it’s almost perfection in storytelling and development. I’m just dreading for what’s to come because of what was shown in the ending.

You can check out this review on my blog, but if you don't want to read it there, continue below.

The episode centers around Rei. We learn a lot more about the Suwa family as Shigeki, Rei’s father, wants Rei to return home and succeed the family business. The conflict between Rei and Shigeki is actually very interesting to watch. Shigeki only sees Rei as a tool for their dark world while Rei is a shadow that found light in Kazuki and Miri. Shigeki is unable to love while Rei is able to, albeit slowly.

The organization looks down on love and positive feelings in general, only to find them pointless. Rei’s mentor Satoru was once a man who held the organization’s ideals but found love; unfortunately, his lover was murdered. Rei is slowly walking his mentor’s path as he found something to protect as well—Kazuki and Miri. The action sequences between Rei and Satoru were amazing and well animated. I was amazed with how fluid it was, especially given that the two fight so similarly.

Throughout the show, Rei is seen as a bit aloof and lazy, but the episode shows that the laziness is from the fact that he was a barely functioning adult when he ran away from home. Meeting Kazuki changed all that. This episode also showed Rei and Kazuki’s first meeting, which lead to Kazuki going into Rei’s house and caring for him by cleaning the garbage dump of his apartment, adding in bright furniture to liven up the atmosphere, bathing him, cutting his hair and feeding him a well balanced meal. I’m sure that Kazuki’s kindness melted Rei’s cold heart and why he behaves like he does now; Rei is someone who likes to be taken care of and he probably didn’t realize this until Kazuki, someone who likes caring of others, came into his life.

The heartfelt talk that the two had towards the end of the episode cemented how much they care for each other. Rei’s not an open person, but it’s obvious that Kazuki is dear to him—he’s the reason Rei became a functioning person after all. During the conversation with Rei and Shigeki, Rei defended Kazuki by saying that his bond with Kazuki isn’t pointless. I think this is a powerful statement. Remember that in Japan, people on casual terms usually address each other by their surnames. Kazuki and Rei are on first name basis with each other, signifying a close bond; also note that Rei is three years younger than Kazuki. If he was on casual terms, he would’ve just addressed Kazuki as Kurusu or Kurusu-san, but he doesn’t and Kazuki doesn’t mind at all. It might not mean much, but the fact that Rei referred to Kazuki as “Kazuki” in front of his father shows a lot in details.

Another subplot for this episode is Kazuki and Miri preparing a surprise birthday party for Rei. I think the way they used Kazuki and Miri’s screen time to give some background on Rei is creative. Miri is quite perceptive in this episode as she laments that Rei still has some sadness inside of him; she knows this because she has seen her mother behave the same way whenever she drinks. With how Miri behaved in episode 6, we can see that Miri is a lot more mature than she lets on. I like this side of Miri. It shows that while she’s still childlike and innocent, she’s mature and is maturing.

Ryo Ogino is a very creepy villain. He is someone who likes collecting dead target’s last words. I like how there’s strong buildup of him being the final villain or the penultimate one as he’s Rei’s opposite in every way. Ogino likes “concepts” while Rei was once a “concept” but grew into an actual human being. While I am scared for what’s to come, I’m anticipating the battle between Rei and Ogino because I know for a fact that Rei will never let anything bad happen to his real family.

Buddy Daddies episodes always end on wholesome notes, but this one ended on a scary note. Kyutaro gets a picture from Ogino who is requesting information about…Kazuki and Miri. Oh shit. No. No. NO! I predict Rei will finally let go of the shackles of his past and abuse to protect the two people he loves the most. This is only episode 8. There are 13 episodes for this show. Why are we walking the angst path this early? I pray nothing bad happens to Kazuki and Miri. I am clasping my hands as I dread for next Friday to come.

#buddy daddies #review #ecargmura #anime #anime review #winter 2023 anime #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #miri unasaka #Ryo Ogino #Shigeki suwa #Satoru kaji #arum journal

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belle-keys · 6 months

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I read your opinions about swordcatcher and I was curious about what you consider to be the light borrowing of tlh.

I see bits and pieces of both Grace and Cordelia on Antonetta (good god how I hate this name, I know it's a real name but it doesn't sound like one, why couldn't it be antonella? Idc it rhymes with salmonella, it still sounds more legit), and lady alleyne is sona and Tatiana's love child.There is also the matter of marakand being their equivalent of Persia and Conor and Kel (allegedly) being half Persian, but if I'm being honest I see this more as Cc having the opportunity to express her love for Iran than with tlh specifically. Cordelia and Alastair were white and French originally, after all. Besides that tho none of what I like to call "elements of a cc book" present in sw are really a prerogative of tlh.

I would even argue that it was a smart move on cc's part to bring them on this new universe.As much as she may want to cement herself as name on adult high fantasy, she's not starting from scratch and it is to her advantage to endear her enormous fan base, many of whom grew up with her books and now are adults themselves, to this new world by bringing familiar elements into it.

I would also argue that she repeats them not out of a lack of creativity, this rich new worldbuilding is proof that she has that to spare, but rather bc at this point she knows her public and what appeals to them.It may be controversial, but I think Tda is her least liked series precisely bc it lacks some of those tropes and subverts others

When I said “light borrowing”, I actually was just trying to be sarcastic in my original review, but I would now rather say that Cassie very heavily borrowed from not just TLH but the other TSC books. And Kel and Conor allegedly being half-Persian is the last thing that even crossed my mind when I thought of this.

Lin is so very much Cordelia personality-wise in my opinion. Shy girl looking for a sense of empowerment and independence in a male-dominated place. Dips her toes into high society/court and recoils from it. Does a public sexy dance as a means of embracing her sexuality and femininity even though the sensual element from her personality is very much repressed in the name of female propriety in regular daily life. Red hair. Fairly oblivious. Quite sheltered from society’s depravity.

I would also argue that Kel and Conor’s relationship is just James and Matthew’s relationship but on opioids laced with fentanyl. We have the more serious, obvious, trusting main character and his hedonistic, secretive, higher ranking best friend who is absolutely keeping things from him and vice-versa. Kel is the ground to Conor’s sky and whatnot. They love each other but miscommunication and, gasp, a girl is driving a wedge between them. Kel regularly has to slap sense into an inebriated, flirtatious Conor who can’t get his priorities straight. Sounds a little familiar!

Antonetta is very much aligned with Grace’s character as well. Pretty, dainty, blonde character who knows way more than she lets on to people and with an overbearing mother who has spent her life grooming Antonetta for high society and entrapping powerful men into marriage with her. Of course the simple boy at court (Kel) is obsessed with her.

I have a few more minor examples, but all in all I think I’d take the opposite view of yours in that Cassie gives 110% to worldbuilding and story arcs and layered plot and as a result, she uses up a lot of her energy and spark and focus when it comes to fleshing out her protagonists. Don’t take this post as hate towards Sword Catcher or anything - I loved it. I gave it four stars, and I didn’t minus any stars whatsoever because of the Cassie-isms I detected. But I think she needs to diversify a little more when it comes to character development, that’s all!

#the world was so amazingly rich anyway that the character tropes didn’t really bother me #but i argue the tropes are nonetheless there #sword catcher #cassandra clare #kel saren #conor aurelian #antonetta alleyne #lin caster #the last hours #tlh #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #matthew fairchild #tsc #fantasy books #sff #book blog

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Mirabel AU / Mirabel Angst / Mama Mirabel / Part Ten

“Ah! Sorry- sorry I didn’t mean to- uh-” He stops not knowing what to say. Mirabel was so surprised that she stopped shaking and her breathing slowed.

“Tio Bruno…? What are you doing here?”

“Well- um, I kind of live here? Unless you mean like- like in this area which is because I heard someone in the passageways, and then I saw my vision and you know uh, yeah.”

“Oh.. um, what do you mean live here? How?”

“It’s a bit hard to explain, it might be easier for me to just show you.” He says offering his hand, Mirabel takes it, pulling herself up. He takes her through the passageways to his “room.” Mirabel walks by and sees cracks that are covered in cement.

“Are you patching up the cracks?”

“Oh! No no no no no, I don’t go near those. All the patching is done by Hernando.”

“Who is Hernan-” Bruno puts up his cape and says,

“I’m Hernando and I’m afraid of nothing!” he pauses, “It’s actually me, I say my real gift was ‘acting,’ haha.” Mirabel looks at him and she can’t decide whether to find it funny, charming or concerning.

“I’m Jorge, I make the spackle,” Bruno says. Mirabel decides she should probably be concerned. They make it into Bruno's room. It’s filled with rats messing with his stuff, and his room is small and covered in small things he’d collected over the years.

“You never left?”

“Well, I left my tower- a lot of stairs you know. It’s kitchen adjacent, and-” He goes over to the television, “free entertainment! Telenovelas!” He says as he flips through different cutouts for the rats. He sits down on his red chair.

“Their love could never be.”

“I don’t understand, why did you leave, but not actually leave?”

“Well, free food, and uh ya know.” He just shrugs. Mirabel looks through a hole in the wall to see the dining table, and then looks at a small table that’s labeled with his name, showing that he uses it to pretend like he’s still a part of the family. Bruno stands up and walks behind her.

“Yeah, my gift wasn’t really helping the family, but, I love my family, ya know?” Bruno says. Mirabel nods and looks at the vision in her arms.

“Nobody was ever meant to see that vision.”

“Why- why did you take the vision?”

“Well, after you didn’t get your gift Abuela was worried about the magic and asked me to take a vision. When I saw the vision I knew how it was going to look, because I’m Bruno and everyone always assumes the worst, so.. So I left.”

“You left… for me?”

“I mean not just that, but yeah I guess. You are my niece after all.” Mirabel smiled sadly, just happy that he cared that much.

“Thank you, Tio.”

“Ah- no don’t- I uh, you don’t need to,” he stumbled.

“I feel like I should though. I messed up Isabella’s proposal and now I’m hiding in here instead of facing Abuela. I know I don’t have a gift but I love my family and I just want to help.”

“You are helping.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know sobrina. I still know a little about what goes on in the Casita. You’re doing fine. Whatever is happening with Isabella, it’ll be ok.”

“Gracias Tio,” Mirabel says as she hugs him. He awkwardly hugs back,

“Anytime, kid.”

“I think I know what I need to do. I need to apologize to Isabella.” She says as she goes to leave but Bruno stops her.

“Wait, before you go, if you save the miracle, could you visit sometime?”

“When I save the miracle, I’m bringing you home,” Mirabel says confidently. Bruno smiles and then knocks on a bunch of wood as Mirabel leaves.

Mirabel walks up to Isabella’s door, and a lot of emotions run through her, debating if this was the right decision. She goes into the room anyway to see an angry Isabella.

“What are you doing here?!” She says irritated.

“I came to apologize.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your proposal, I’m going to talk to Mariano and try to fix this.”

“Don’t bother.”

“Why?”

“It’s not like he’ll change his mind.”

“You don’t know that- Do you… want to marry Mariano?” Isabella looks surprised at the question and thinks.

“I- I mean yeah. It’s good for the Ecanto, and Abuela-”

“I’m not asking about that, I’m asking if you want to marry Mariano.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I thought I was fine with it, but now- now that I have a chance out… I don’t know.”

“Why would you marry someone you don’t love?” Mirabel asks.

“Well, I don’t really want to get married, but Abuela just seemed so happy when Mariano and I started getting along. When she suggested getting engaged, I-”

“-Wanted to make her proud?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why I’m even telling you this. You know Abuela is livid right now? Mami and Papi were arguing with her and everyone’s looking for you.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry. For all of this. I hope that you can get the ending that you want. I think I need to talk to Abuela,” Mirabel says. Isabella nods,

“It’s fine I guess. You kind of gave me a chance out, so thank you.” Isabella says. Mirabel walks out of the room and goes to talk to her Abuela, though she runs into her mami first.

“Mirabel! There you are!” she says as she pulls her youngest daughter into a hug.

“Hola mami.”

“I don’t know what’s going on. Your Abuela is being unreasonable and there are cracks littered around the house. I don’t understand.”

“I think it’s the miracle mami. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet, but I need to talk to Abuela,” Mirabel asserts. Julietta just nods and lets her youngest go. Mirabel goes to the living room to see Abuela talking with Senora Guzman. She goes up to both of them, and Senora Guzman sees her first.

“Mirabel,” she says. Abuela turns around to see her youngest granddaughter, anger written all over her face.

“You need to fix this,” Abuela says.

“Lo siento Abuela. I won’t. Isabella-”

“What?! Don’t disrespect me.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, you listen to me. I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift but it is not an excuse to hurt this family.” Abuela says with venom. To Mirabel, it feels like a stab in her heart. Senora Guzman looks shocked. Her Papi comes to see what’s going on while Dolores and Camilo were sitting on the couch nearby. Tia Pepa and Felix were near the kitchen.

“I will never be good enough for you… will I? No matter how I try- No matter how hard everyone tries! Luisa will never be strong enough! Isabella will never be perfect enough! Tio Bruno left because you always saw the worst in him!”

“Bruno did not care about this family!” Cracks begin to form on the walls and ceiling.

“He loves this family, I love this family, we all love this family! You’re the one that doesn’t care.”

“Don’t you ever-!”

“The Miracle is dying because of you!” As Mirabel finishes her sentence the house begins to fall apart. Mirabel runs straight for the candle, while Casita tries to help her while also pushing everyone out of the house. Everyone is yelling at her to stop, telling her it’s not worth it. She continues though. As she goes up she sees her Tio Bruno escape the house with a bucket on his head, and she smiles slightly to herself. She makes it to the candle but the house is too far gone. Casita’s last efforts are covering Mirabel with furniture to protect her. The Casita was gone, all that was left was the rubble of what it once was. Mirabel holds the unlit candle as her Mami runs over to her.

“Mirabel! What were you thinking?! Are you hurt?” Julieta says while checking her, Mirabel is despondent, still looking at the candle. Julietta looks at her daughter, who had dropped the candle on the ground, and then back out hearing her hermana call her.

“I’ll be right back- don’t move,” Julietta says as she runs towards her hermana.

When most of the fog clears and most of the familia is together, they realize that Mirabel is gone. They call out to her but there’s no response. Everyone goes looking for her, including Abuela. After hours of searching it just so happens that Abuela ended up finding her, she found her holding her knees to her chest while crying next to a lake she knew too well. She walks up to Mirabel and sits beside her.

“I’m sorry, I- I just wanted to help. Instead, all I ended up doing was hurting us.” Mirabel says as she cries into her knees.

“No, it’s not you. Mirabel, this is on me. You are a child, I’m an adult. Ever since we got our miracle I’ve tried so hard to give back to the world. Why out of all people did I deserve a miracle? Instead, I’ve been so focused on the miracle that, now that it’s gone, I can see clearly. Mi familia, they are the most important thing. Not the candle, mi familia. So truly, I’m so sorry Mirabel. I don’t deserve forgiveness yet, but I’ll do my best.” Abuela says as her hand glides against the current. Mirabel looks over to Abuela and pulls her into a hug.

“I could never stay mad at you, of course, I forgive you. You’re mi Abuela, you’re one of the bravest women I’ve ever met.”

“Gracias Mirabel, you’re too kind.” They break from the hug as Bruno jumps through the bushes with a horse, and jumps off.

“Don’t blame her! I gave her a vision-” he says before his mami pulls him into a hug.

“Oh mi Brunito, I missed you. I’m so sorry I pushed you away.” She says as she squeezes him tightly. He wheezes,

“I think I missed something.” He smiles sheepishly as all three of them jump on the horse.

“Mirabel! Mija I was so worried!” Julietta exclaimed as she pulled Mirabel into a tight hug.

“Lo siento Mami,” Mirabel says while muffled by her mother’s arms. The familia gathers, happy that Mirabel was found and the entire familia was together. After Mirabel was released from Julietta’s death grip, Antonio jumped on her, Mirabel caught him and hugged him as well. From behind the horse came both Abuela and Bruno. Julietta and Pepa both look to see their brother, Pepa goes up to him first and slaps him in the face, and then pulls him into a hug.

“Don’t you ever do that again pendejo,” she says. Bruno awkwardly hugs her back.

“Lo siento hermana..” he says, not sure if she’s happy he’s back or angry he left. Pepa let him go and then Julietta hugged him as well.

“Welcome back hermano,” Julietta says.When the familia was reunited they realized they needed to figure out a plan as to where they were staying, and how they were going to rebuild their home. Despite earlier events, the townspeople all came to help including the Guzmans. Multiple people had guestrooms for the family to stay, Senora Gabriela had two guestrooms that Mirabel and Bruno took, the Garcias had a guest room that Julietta and Agustin stayed in, the Lopeses had one spare bedroom with two beds that both Isabella and Luisa too, the Guzmans had two extra guest rooms, which Pepa and Felix shared one, while Antonio took the other, Lastly the Gomezes had two extra bedrooms that Dolores and Camilo stayed in. The family was really grateful to all the townspeople, but they insisted because the Madrigals had helped them so much over the years. Plans were made for the next day of clearing the rubble from the area, while also planning out the blueprints for the Casita. That night though, the Madrigals got some much-needed sleep, at least most of them. Mirabel couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried, despite the apology from her Abuela, which she was elated about, her negative thoughts still flooded her brain. It was almost as if they got worse. Did she deserve to be apologized to? Does she deserve forgiveness? The more she lay in a bed that was not her own, the louder the thoughts became.

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Time to dump :)

I’m so sorry-

(Future note here, I said I was going to post this three days ago but got to caught up in my own lore… Jesus-)

Anyway I’m going to try to articulate a bit better what CC is then what I’ve said in the past, this is going to be more like a ramble if anything but please bare with me because good GOD I need to talk about this as it’s been a personal project for years that has gotten barely any work due to the fact that I’ve had no one to speak to with about it.

To sum it up firstly, CC - or Cotton Candy - is mostly where I look at a piece of media and ask myself “How can I make this worse?” and proceed, think horror AU’s and things of that sort. The only driving difference between CC and Horror AU’s is that everything is pastel colored in theory, and clothes and things of that sort are frilly and fluffy and so on and so forth.

I admit, I take some theories and other headcannons I’ve adopted and use them but a lot I believe is Original.

The most developed, as I’ve said, is BSD CC, as it was the first I even had the concept for.

I’ll give a quick rundown of some major changes and then give a bit of information behind these changes and my reasons behind them.

1. Chuuya & Dazai switch places. By this I mean Dazai is still in the mafia while Chuuya is with the ADA

2. Oda is alive and apart of the ADA

3. Ranpo is apart of the Mafia

And those are just some major-ish changes. Where it really gets interesting is with the more in depth details, such as:

1. Atsushi was not raised as a “human”. The Director wanted to dehumanize him as much as possible, and as such raised him in a way akin to that of owning a cat. He was not given a name in the orphanage, instead called by serial number “0946” all his life. He was never aloud to pick up human speech, being punished whenever he dared utter a word, only aloud to make cat noises. Best he can do - in terms of act like a human - is walk and run on his legs, despite basically being trained to only crawl/walk on all fours. He can barely understand human speech unless it’s a command/praise (i.e. sit, stay, come here, bad kitty, good kitty, get down, bath time, etc).

Punishments were just as if not more harsh, he wasn’t taught to swim but he’d be thrown into pools or pool equivalents, shock collars were a favorite of the Director, locking him in small dark closets, leaving him in a small dog cage for hours or days without exit, forcing him to live in his own filth for hours or days, so on and so forth.

Unfortunately this was his life for years, and as such his tiny little brain put together “Pain = Love”, which the Director used to his advantage, only further cementing that into his mind. Degradation became praise (but real praise was still held super high) and pain became the equivalent of saying you loved him.

And even worse for him, the orphanage wasn’t the absolute best at its job, kids often dying under their care, and with nowhere to put the children - as a graveyard behind the place would look suspicious - they had to turn to less than moral (as if they had any…) ways to get rid of the bodies and you know… there is a reason why Atsushi was named the “Man Eating Tiger” in the future…

By the way, did you know that once you eat human enough, it’s impossible to stop as it has so many calories compared to other foods that your body gets so used to that amount of calories that it physically shuts down at anything less? Now you know :D!

When he hit eighteen, he was still kicked out not knowing shit about the outside world. Tried rubbing up against a few people, got called a pervert (he didn’t know what that meant), ran a while, made it to a small river… you know the rest. Though… i think it was a red-head and a brunette who saved him… huh.

2. The reason Dazai stayed is because Oda and Chuuya left before him. Dazai had introduced Oda and Chuuya and they actually made good friends. Dazai, Ango, Oda, and Chuuya would drink together to get away from their shitty mafia lives. After an unfortunate accident involving Kōyō that led to her death, Oda took the opportunity to then take Chuuya under his wing, much to Mori’s chagrin. After the unfortunate death of his Orphans, Oda would go to fight till his inevitable death, but instead of just Dazai trying to convince him not to go, Chuuya would also be there. After his departure to fight, Chuuya would follow behind Dazai’s back, after which he would surprise attack before the shot that would cause Oda’s death. The other was caught off guard, both his and Oda’s games thrown entirely off. Chuuya would miss due to the man’s ability, but Oda would take the chance to end it once and for all. This would lead to the same conclusion as with Dazai, this time however Oda being able to follow behind Chuuya.

To give them credit, they tried their damndest to reach Dazai to take him with them when they left, but Mori also did his damndest to make sure they didn’t. It got to a point where they were practically forced out because if not they would’ve been forced to stay, but they swore to get Dazai out because ✨friendship✨! Unfortunately Mori jumped on the opportunity to use their departure to make Dazai more dependent on the mafia, leading to an unhealthy obsession with the two in trying to “find out” why they “left him”.

3. Ranpo is only in the Mafia because Mori is a spiteful bastard. Mori, after his years long break up separation from Fukuzawa, began to follow and track the man’s movements to the best of his abilities. This eventually led to him finding out about the man’s new assignment that would connect him to Ranpo. His family was well known for their intelligence, and finding the boys location became of much importance to Mori, in which he did. He ended up finding him before Fukuzawa, ended up giving him a pair of his own personal glasses, and took Ranpo under his wing.

This leads to Ranpo being an executive in the Mafia, often partnered with Dazai. He’s practically the same in terms of personality, but extremely sadistic and creative when it comes to weeding out traitors and taking down rival organizations.

Naturally there’s more, including some rather extreme changes to characters and their behaviors *COUGH* Kunikida *COUGH* but it’s something I love and would adore to share with all of you! As a finisher, I leave you with a few of my favorite facts about my favorite character of this AU…

… Cotton Candy Mori!!!! Yay!!!!!

1. He calls all the executives by a surgery/sweet/candy themed name/nicknames! Ex. Dazai - Chocolate themed, Akutagawa - Dark Chocolate themed, Ace - Black Licorice themed, Hirotsu - Malt Balls themed, Kaji - Lemon Drop themed, etc etc!

2. Mori has well over 50 dogs under his care, nearly all of which are bigger breeds. He has two main dogs, one being a Tibetan Mastiff & Giant Alaskan Malamute mix - being named Cherry Marmalade, and a Teacup Pomeranian & Teacup Poodle mix - being named Belial.

3. With Mori’s nicknames comes Dazai’s “teasing”. Despite staying with the Mafia, Dazai still fucking hates Mori. A subtle way he shows this is in nicknames. Not in a mean way, but where Mori calls everyone by sweet names, Dazai calls him savory names like… Spaghetti. Beef Stroganoff. Tuna Sandwich. Bullshit names like that because he knows it gets under Mori’s skin.

That’s enough for now but as I said, Cotton Candy is a passion project I’ve had for well over a year now, and would love to share with all of you!

Now, the nature of this project is darker as it’s me trying my best to make things as bad as possible with what I’m given for these characters! So it would delve into some… darker content, but should I ever post anything I’d be sure to add content warnings!

I hope to continue to post about this in the near future, and as such I’m open to questions about characters and lore! I hope to be posting the story at some point, sooner or later is up to debate.

Have a lovey day/night!~ <3

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #maybe #bsd x you #bsd au #personal au #passion project #please don’t let this flop guys😭😭

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llunapastell-reads · 1 year

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ᴄʜ. ᴏɴᴇ || ʀᴇᴅ ʟɪɴᴇ (ʜ.ʜᴊ) ──

"So, what do you have against New Year’s Eve?“ "It makes me reflect on the past, forces me to consider the future... I don’t have very pleasant thoughts about either."

ɴᴏᴛᴇ :･ reposting this story to the sb so just roll with the new year's theme ok ...

✧.* ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ & ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ

I hate nights like this.

The sky appears cloudless and it’s softening into a dim shade of indigo, much like an evening after an intense thunderstorm has passed through. There is a stillness in the air and the lingering scent of rush hour traffic makes my stomach churn.

The sky was just as clear when I saw her for the last time. That stupid girl, whom I shared an apartment and bed with for almost two years. A home that we both deserted after I discovered the truth.

“Hello? Hyunjin, did you hear a single word I just said?” My best friend’s voice tears me from my brooding recollections.

“I’m sorry Felix, can you repeat that again?”

Much of our conversations are like this these days. I know I should try harder to push the dejected thoughts from my mind and be more present in reality, especially around the person who happily took me in when my relationship came to an abrupt end. But when the evening is veiled in this color, I can’t stop tormenting myself with all the details of the night I left her.

Felix sighs and mirrors my position against the railing of his balcony. He knows where my mind is and by the look in his eyes, I realize he’s decided to spare me the lecture. Felix has the patience of a Saint and I often feel unworthy of his devoted friendship. I have put him through a lot these past few months, and the least I can do is pay attention to what he’s asking me.

“Tonight is Chan and Changbin’s party and I promised them I’d be there a bit early. I was hoping you would come with me to the apartment to set up…” the blonde trails off.

“…And also, they didn’t hear from Kira. Not like we wanted her to come, anyways. What I mean is— she won’t be there tonight.”

I can only bear to smile at him meekly. I hate the sound of her name.

Choi Kira, they all used to fawn after her in the dorms. We had been friendly throughout our time in university, but I never gave her a second thought until the end of our junior year. My younger self would find me pathetic for sulking over someone who I once considered so vapid and boring.

“Of course I will help you. That's my duty as your best friend, isn’t it?” I flash a boxy grin towards my friend, but It doesn't seem he buys my forced smile. He understands how difficult it has become to be in social situations nowadays. People love to pry, they want to gossip about if the pretty picture of my life they painted in their minds resembles the one I am actually living. They will ask about their perfect Kira, and I will attempt to contort the truth into something less humiliating.

I am not sure how I can dilute discovering my girlfriend was cheating on me with our English professor into a more digestible story, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. They will believe whatever bullshit I sell them.

I mull over a list of excuses while we lock up and walk to Chan and Changbin’s shared apartment. Ever since we were freshmen in college, those two made it their mission to ring in the New Year in the most obnoxious way possible: a blowout out celebration with enough booze to poison every citizen in Seoul. Growing up together has cemented our friendship into a brotherhood, which is the only thing motivating me to leave the solace of my studio. And of course, the promise of not having to go clubbing with them for three weeks if I showed my face.

For them, my brothers, who have carried my pitiful existence without any trace of resentment through these last months of winter, I will attempt to resemble my old self. I've never found it difficult before to put on a show of friendliness and amusement, but recently, the mask wears heavy on my features. To be amongst a crowd, amongst my best friends, and still feel like I’m stuck in solitude— barely visible through the fog that is my own fucked up illusion of loneliness. They just can’t see it. They have never been where I am, and I hope that never changes. But that doesn’t stop my friends from reaching for me, doing the best they can to fish me out of it— even with blind hands. And for their endless attempts to liberate me, I am forever grateful.

Felix, Chan and I sling back a shot of whiskey with the promise of a fresh start in the new year. My lips curve up at them and their optimism. My arms hang over their shoulders, wishing the physical contact could transfer some of that imagined hopefulness into my own body.

If only I could will it into existence. If only that could keep the fog from thickening.

— ✧.*

Thank god the mindless babble has paused for a moment as everyone turns their attention to the direction of loud clatter. I relish in the sliver of peace the commotion brings, finally the bogus smile I’ve been forcing can falter. I feel a bit of gratitude towards the woman who has tripped over the carpet and taken a few plates down with her; she’s abetted my escape from another stale conversation with acquaintances I don’t care about.

“Wow, I didn’t expect to see her tonight...” Jeongin whispers next to me while we watch the woman collect herself from the scene she caused. I think I recognize her from Kim Hyemin’s Statistics course, but we never spoke. I only ever took notice of her taste in Literature because she always had her face buried in a book.

“I heard she got dumped by Seungmin’s old roommate at the beginning of the fall semester. No one really knows the details but apparently, it ended really ugly.” My younger friend continued, his concentration moving from the disheveled woman to the cocktail umbrella in his drink.

“How ugly?” I ask without taking my focus away from her.

“Like, took time off of school because she went ‘away...’ isn’t gonna graduate on time, that kind of ugly.”

My heart twitches at his words, her shallow gaze is very familiar to me. The glassiness of her darkened eyes hints that her mind often spends time in a faraway place, maybe because reality is too harsh to engage in. Felix always points out his ability to tell my thoughts are reeling just by the look on my face. I study her appearance and understand what my friend must see in me.

“S’okay bout the dishes, babes— just come ‘ere and meet my brothers!” Changbin lunges his arm around my shoulder with a little too much vigor. I can smell the whiskey and coke on his breath and I can’t help but roll my eyes at his drunken enthusiasm. His glazed stare is fixated on the bleach blonde attached to the stumbling woman’s arm— must be this week’s fuck buddy, telling by the way she returns his fervent gawk. As the two girls approach us, I can’t find the will to shift my attention away from the person the blonde is dragging behind her. Her tousled fringe accentuates the hollowness behind her eyes and it makes my lungs constrict. It feels as if I’m staring into a mirror, I see so much of my own reflection in her exhausted demeanor. That sullen expression is like an open book, one I have come to memorize not by choice but infliction.

The light graze of Jeongin’s fingers on my wrist pulls me from my own reeling. “Earth to Hyunjin— this is Ryu and Y/N, old classmates from university. We were all in the same dormitory, y’know with Seungmin and Jeno…” the younger boy’s words trail off as Y/N pierces him with a quick glare, her petite frame stiffening at the sound of her ex lover’s name.

Changbin cuts the thick atmosphere with a sway and stumble while I attempt to hold his larger body upright. “S’glad you both could make it! It’s almost midnight and I made Chan save us the best seats to watch the fireworks,” he snickers. Jeongin and Ryu escort our tipsy host to the terrace with myself and Y/N lingering behind them.

“Do you drink?” I ask apprehensively. She pauses her stride and examines me before exhaling a deep sigh.

“Tonight I do,”

Glinting fluorescent lights of blue and pink guide us to the abandoned kitchen of the apartment. I make us a stiff drink and watch as she gulps it down with earnestness. “You look like you’re having as much fun as I am being here,” I tease.

A dry chuckle escapes through her full lips. “Am I that easy to read?”

More than you realize. I can’t stop the smile from forming; our masks won’t work in here, this brief bubble of solidarity, of knowing without saying. A pleasant silence hangs in the air for a moment— until our attention is drawn to the boisterous chatter that begins to approach us. We both suck in a sharp breath.

“Back to reality?” She smiles up at me for the first time tonight. I drink in her features and usher us into the real world again.

— ✧.*

“10…. 9…. 8…. 7….”

The entire terrace harmonizes like a choir as we countdown the last seconds of the year in unison. Felix and Chan grip the railing of the building with anticipation in front of me, while Changbin tightens his hold on the small waist pressed against his body. I grimace, shifting myself closer to Jeongin and Y/N to avoid witnessing the sloppy kiss that will take place in moments’ time. The packed space erupts in jubilation then, with ecstatic cheers and applause dulled momentarily by colorful explosions in the sky before us.

I’m not sure what possesses me in that moment, but when I turn to her, my body reacts against my will. Maybe it was the way the vibrant colors of fireworks glistened against the tears streaming down her face; or how her widened eyes bore into mine and didn’t dare look away once the connection was made. My hand intrinsically grasps her smaller digits, and when she doesn’t cringe or pull away, I lead us from the terrace and out the front doors without looking back.

We’re half way down the building steps when her hand tugs at mine sheepishly. “Hy-Hyunjin, please slow down,” Y/N’s feeble voice hardly echoes in the concrete stairway.

The entire time we’ve been moving, I have been suspended in a daze; I cannot make sense of the gnawing in my chest cavity as her tear stained cheeks flashes through my mind. She stands at my eye level from the step above me, slender fingers still laced in my own, a tremble just barely detectable.

I watch her expression turn tearful and my limbs move on their own again— cupping her face with my free hand, I beg “please, no more tears. Not right now.” I don’t hesitate to wipe the wetness from her eye, and she leans into my touch, gently nodding her head in silent agreement.

Our pursuit continues until we reach a familiar establishment a couple blocks away from the apartment: a shabby, 24-hour diner that has been a habitual stop after late night escapades with the guys. A flushed shade of pink has bloomed under Y/N’s skin and I’m unsure if it’s a result of the winter air’s caress, or embarrassment from the smirk I can’t contain while watching her shove bites of pancakes into her mouth.

She takes a noticeable gulp and clears her throat. “What are we… doing here?” She questions from across the booth against the window.

I stare blankly at her. I try my best to keep a neutral tone so she can’t pick up on my own befuddled thoughts around the same question. “It just seemed like you needed to get out of there. And for some reason, I wanted to go with you.”

There was truth to that at least. How insane is it for strangers to share one knowing look and allow that to embolden them to run away, hand in hand? Y/N squints out the frosted window, considering my words. Her eyes flash back to mine and hold my gaze for a long moment before sighing out a ‘thank you’ between parted lips.

“What do you have against New Year’s Eve?” I probe before taking a sip of coffee.

She must find my question amusing because the corners of her mouth creep upwards into a crooked smile. With some hesitation, she answers “I don’t know— I guess, this holiday makes me reflect on the past, forces me to consider the future. I don’t have very pleasant thoughts about either.” Her eyes flutter closed in reflection. “I have had some… tough times, to say the least, this year. I thought by now I would feel different. Feel better.” She scoffs at her own words.

I turn her admission over in my mind before responding. What she has shared resonates deep within me. Leaning my head against the chilled glass, I add “It’s quite funny, the fashion in which we celebrate the new year. The signifying of a ‘new’ chapter— a clean slate. As if the change of the date could really alter our lives when the clock hits midnight. It’s just another day, you will feel the same as you did the night before. For some of us, that’s not much of a reason to celebrate.”

I swallow thickly at how cynical I sound aloud, like a scorned victim who wants everyone to drown along with him. My transparency makes me feel pitiful, yet Y/N does not seem taken aback by the crudeness of my words. There is only silence exchanged between us, but her empathetic expression conveys all I need to know. I exhale my relief.

But I am flustered for a different reason all together now— she pulled that unfiltered confession straight out of me with just a stare; the inkling of her smile and the fluttering of thick, dark lashes was all she needed to disarm me.

“But doesn’t a little piece of you wish to feel differently?” The inward battle she endures is painted all over her features— exhausted by the affliction of the universe, but still so unyielding for her heart to become callous. She’s courageous, a lot tougher than I have ever been; I stomped out that flicker of faith as harshly as I could in the beginning of my grief. What was the point of looking for goodness in the world when I couldn’t have it, when it couldn’t reach me? When everything I tasted didn’t take the bitterness away.

“I want the idea of a new day to fill me with optimism— but my logic won’t quite allow that, like my mind is fighting against my heart,” Hiding the blush behind her hands, she can’t hold back how comical she finds her own embarrassment. “God, is that childish? Why does it feel stupid to still want to hope?”

It pangs again, my heart remembers all too well the feelings she is conjuring in me. I try to defuse this internal intrusion by laughing too, the toothy grin reaching my eyes. “In this world, It’s admirable and maybe even a lil’ foolish— because the mind and heart can hardly ever cooperate.” Y/N raises her glass to my eye level and we cheers to that: to our feeble brains and the forlorn heart, fickle fuckers they are.

The mood shifts unexpectedly afterwards, her light expression softening into something timid— something vulnerable. Nimble fingers fidget with the corner of her napkin as her low tone just barely registers from across the table, “I don’t know how you knew what I needed before I did, but thank you, Hyunjin– this means a lot to me... Do you think we were friends in a past life?”

I can make out a semblance of my own smile reflected in the dark liquid of my coffee mug as I peer down into its blackness. I won’t allow myself to spiral now, I refuse to process how alarming it is for a stranger to move me as deeply as she has, so I deflect, “Maybe, cus I knew you were cool– that's why I brought you to where all the brooding kids like us come to hang out.”

Y/N’s bright laughter rings distinctly amongst the commotion of the restaurant, her eyes creasing into crescent moons while she beams, “We are kindred spirits, you and I.”

And then it’s all too soon that the liquid in our cups turns cold; the night lulls to a hum as it settles around us and we reluctantly prepare to brave the elements outside the solace of the diner.

— ✧.*

My lips are practically frozen when we reach Y/N’s apartment complex. Seoul’s frigid wind stings my face as we push against its force, but I unclasp the top buttons of my coat anyways, fully welcoming the numbness— anything to distract from the shorter frame beside me, the way my fingers itch to seek comfortable warmth in the hand that brushes against my own while we walk. An unintentional gesture that is stirring a foreign kind of frenzy within me, and Y/N seems to sense my discomfort.

“Hyunjin, can I ask you a question?” She doesn’t meet my gaze when she speaks and a piece of me is glad for that. “Do you believe… only time can heal all?”

Her question stifled my thoughts for a minute. The answer doesn’t take too long to come to me, and I hope my candidness doesn’t deepen her hardship. “I think time is a small part of it. It alleviates— as do many other things. Perhaps healing is a combination of time passing, distraction, enduring; just trying your best to fill yourself up with anything at all until you feel full, or whole, again.”

The fluorescent street light illuminates her pensive look, and I trace faded constellations of freckles adorning the rosy cheeks in front of me. Her rigid stance reduces to something more placid under my stare. How small she must feel standing against my taller stature. The corner of her lip remains tucked under her teeth until I force myself to connect with her fixed gaze again.

“What do you do then, to fill yourself up?” Y/N smiles up at me hollowly. She is a person made of contradictions, it seems; what a lovely, twinkling sound her voice makes, it does not match the spiritless words that spill from plush lips.

I run my fingers through my dark hair and move my focus to the black sky above us as I speak, “I compose and listen to music; drink a little too much some days and write poetry. I paint. I sketch— I fuck.” I catch the hitch in her breathing and chuckle at her embarrassment. Her body takes a brave step forward, curious eyes searching for something within my own.

“And does that work? Are you healing?”

I wish I could lie and give the answer Y/N wants to hear. The truth of the matter is, I have seen myself take great strides forward toward happier days— and then one random morning, I might not have the will to even crawl out of bed. More than just my heart was broken by my breakup; my ego, my confidence, my ability to trust have all been marred. She is owed some honesty, so I pick out the most important notes to share from my experience.

“Honestly, I don’t think healing is linear. I have some truly good days, and some bad ones. I will admit there is slow progress— but god am I impatient,” I laugh and pray she can’t hear how I ache, “and god, does the loneliness tear me up sometimes.”

I sense my statement causes her no distress because Y/N simply purses her lips and nods like I had just confirmed her hypothesis. We stand in the cold, with the weight of this burden of truth on our shoulders. I’m taken by surprise when a melodic giggle disturbs the bit of silence.

“Being around you made me feel so light for the first time in what seems like forever,” my pulse quickens and she offers me no opportunity to interject. “Thank you, Hyunjin. It’s been awhile since I’ve hung out with someone and didn’t feel… alone, if that makes sense.” She peers up at me through her lashes, gauging my expression.

“On those days you feel lonely, I want to do the same for you as you did for me tonight.” Her eyes darted from mine, bashful at her own unexpected tenderness. When she attempts to escape through the double doors of the building, I catch her wrist and pull her back to me, my shallow breath tickling the back of her hair.

She has done more than she will ever know, and more than I’m brave enough to admit.

“Can I say one last thing?” My pitch heightens and I don’t care if she can hear the excitement in my voice, all my senses are buzzing being close to her like this. As she turns to face me, I see I’m not the only one enchanted.

This girl must possess the ability to read my mind because before the idea of kissing her can completely overwhelm me, delicate fingertips graze my jawline and ground me to reality once more. I didn’t have a single clue as to what I wanted to say before she slipped away, but that doesn’t matter in this moment any longer– there is nothing we have to speak into existence as her lips ghost over mine, silently seeking permission to succumb to our inexplicit desire.

Kissing a stranger shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t make all my reason null and void, or engulf me in a soothing reverie that I embrace when I take her lips in mine more fervently. This feeling shouldn’t transcend gratification and fill me with more, but as she cradles my face with a gentle grasp and my arm wraps around her neck to bring our bodies closer, I’m somehow convinced this is right— that it is as it should always be with Y/N.

Her fingers tangle themselves in my hair and I let myself bloom under the intoxicating warmth of her touch. I smirk against her when her lips part, allowing me entrance to deepen the kiss. She tastes like mocha and desperation, the flavors becoming even sweeter while I push her into the brick pillar of the building, failing to restrain the need to have her pressed against me. My movements are more raw than I intend, but I can tell she is quite pleased with my undoing, based on how her thumbs smooth loving circles into my skin.

A delicious tickle makes me hum, imagining the image of her frame caged between my own and the cool facade— how lost in this moment we must appear. Y/N returns my intensity and claws at my collar, as if our forms could possibly meld together with just a little more fervor. Her body arches, chasing my caress down her side and I can’t suppress the groan that slips into her mouth when I feel her shiver against my body. A blistering kind of heat builds in my stomach, listening to the soft, wet sounds our lips make while we struggle for dominance. Who craves who more, It's impossible to say.

I think this moment will be burned into me, I have never felt pleasure so tangible and potent. I’ll remember with clarity how the huffs of white smoke blurred my vision when we reluctantly disconnected, gasping for air, under the harsh gleam of lampposts. Y/N giggles in between quick inhales and tries to cool her reddened cheeks with the palm of her hand. “Did you want to say you needed to come upstairs?”

My chuckle comes out breathy and ragged, “yeah, I feel kinda dizzy— I should maybe lie down for a while.”

The corner of her eyes crinkle when she smiles and my chest swells with adoration. I want to savor the way her smaller hand molds into mine as we hurry through the brick archway together. A sensation I long locked away washes over me then; I can’t pinpoint it exactly, but it feels a lot like resolution— a wishful promise this night is just the beginning.

The idea of tomorrow shines a bit brighter in the back of my mind.

#skz scenarios #hyunjin x y/n #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin angst #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin fanfic #stray kids scenarios #lluna.p.writes #red line ch 1

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gyusfavlibra · 1 year

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TURN THE NIGHT AROUND| PARK JIMIN

Pairings: Jimin x gn reader! Non-idol au.

Warnings: Language, cheating, food waste, stranger danger, public embarrassment

Word Count: 2.6K

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"You're breaking up with me?"

Right inside the restaurant, you sat across from each other. You felt as if you dressed almost too nice for the occasion.

"I just think it's best. I mean- I'm about to be a defense attorney. You're working in an office building," he appointed. "Besides, your favorite movie is Twilight. Mine is X-men. They don't even correlate."

Your brushed out brows frowned. How can movie likes even be included right bow.

"What do movies have to do with how I feel about you and our relationship."

"Everything. We're just not meant to be, Y/n. I'm sorry."

The largest scoff you think you have ever exposed came out of your system. Followed by rolling your eyes.

"You know, you weren't saying this two weeks ago when you were at my house begging to stay the night with me. All night you sat there soothing me and telling me we were soulmates."

"Well, in the past two weeks, things have changed."

Your eyes then widened. "What's changed? Me working? I gotta make a living somehow, Chan."

You both what the true answer behind this was. You weren't stupid. And he wasn't a good topic avoider.

"Just come out with it."

Chan chuckled to ease the fear boiling in his stomach. "I found someone else. Someone who can fit my every day needs."

You had never been so sarcastically shocked. Another person? Where did she come from? What's she like? What does she have that you haven't already gotten or given.

Although if the last question could be answered, it'd be appreciated.

"So, you've been with someone else behind my back. This whole time."

"Not technically."

"Yes. You have. What the hell?"

"Y/n, you're making this hard."

"Is it not suppose to be? Jeez, how much of a jerk can you really be."

"Name calling isn't needed," he chuckled again. Feeling a hinge of regret doing it in the scenery he chose. Maybe he had thought doing it in a public area would be easier because he felt you wouldn't make a scene. Not wanting to feel embarrassed.

But, boy, was he wrong.

"Can you just tone it down a bit?"

"Tone it down? You want me to turn it down?"

"That would be great."

You rubbed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, scoffing at the absolute nonsense you were being forced to hear for the past few minutes. The anger now boiling hotter inside of you instead. So mad at him and at yourself for getting your hopes up about the night going well.

So, instead of giving into him completely, you stood.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

You reached over the circled table that held the food, drinks, napkins, and silverware.

But, out of all those things, you picked up your bowl of warm Ramen. Before the asshole could turn back and stop you, the whole dish of noodles was tossed right onto his figure.

The soup soaking his dress shirt. The noodle tangling in his hair and his lap. You can seem the steam generating off him.

People around them gasped. Totally shocked to see such misbehaving actions in such a nice place.

"What the hell, Y/n?"

"Fuck you! You can have your preppy lawyer girlfriend and stupid test court cases. Which I hope you fail by the way. And I sure as help hope you burn in hell."

Leaving it at that, you left the restaurant. Grabbing your things to carry with you.

Your chest felt empty. Mind was racing along with your heart. The breeze outside didn't even care to help you cool down from the humidity indoors.

You walked to the window off the side, sitting on the ledge of a cement wall. You were glad you finally sat down. Not sure how much longer you could take it with your anxiety and painful ass heels.

Tears were forming. A few actually succeeding to fall. Your nose runny from the bruning effect that took action from you becoming tearful.

How had you actually been so blind to see it all along? Had work actually been so distracting that you didn't even notice he had being betraying you?

You were disappointed. In yourself mainly. Felt as if it was your fault because you worked so much. So much that he had time to find someone else. How pathetic you felt sitting here crying over that asshole.

You wiped your tears. Using the sleeves of your jacket to clear any stains or wetness the dripped it puddles in your lap.

"'Scuse me-"

A unknown presence had joined themself into your space. Bending slightly to make sure you could actually hear whatever it is they were planning to say. The cologne radiating off their body was strong.

Not at all like what Chan wears. You lifted your head, giving them your full attention by making eye contact to the body.

"Sorry to bother you, but you don't happen to have a lighter do you?"

You were taking quite a second to process. Too mesmerized by those beautiful eyes of the guy who had approached you.

His dark haired mullet like hairstyle so memorizing.

Along with the mini smile he held. His teeth were pearly white. He seemed so full of joy it made you almost wanna smile just for the hell of it.

You felt ridiculous staring at him in such a way.

"Oh- sorry."

You sniffle, reaching into your pocket to pull out a green lighter you kept for other uses besides smoking. Like candle or survival reasons.

"Thank you," he muttered. "I'll be right back."

The guy walked to the other side of the dark brick designed street. He seemed to have at least six friends standing in front of two large black suv's. One with LED lights. The other with none, but it did have silver trim to the doors.

As you scanned each of the members of the friend group, your phone buzzed in your hand. You turned the screen on. Using your finger print to unlock the device.

A message notification being the most recent announcement.

Him❤

I'm sorry it ended like this.

read

Him❤

I hope you got home safely.

read

Him❤

I'll have a friend come get my things tomorrow afternoon from your place. Please don't burn them!

read

You rolled her eyes growling at the messages he had the nerve to sense. Burn them? I'll do worse than burning them. "You dick."

"I'm sorry?"

You almost jumped at the same voiced that called to you just moments ago. Him standing next to you again. You sighed. He was holding out your lighter. Sending a smile, taking it back.

"Oh- thank you. And that wasn't directed towards you, by the way. It's for someone else."

He smiled. "Can I ask who then?"

"My asshole of a ex who just dumped me, and then had to audacity to text me and ask me not to burn his belongings."

The brunette chuckled. "Oh, damn."

"I know right. Such a douchebag. Maybe I should burn his things. And then drive to the pacific ocean and throw them in it. That's what he gets for cheating on me."

"That's crazy."

You looked at the guy. His hands in his pockets. "Too much?"

"Oh! No, you do you. I just meant, he must be real crazy to cheat on someone as beautiful as you. Well- someone as psycho as you, but beautiful."

The biggest blush grew on your cheeks as the stranger you had just met a couple minutes ago had complimented you. Thank God it was dark outside. He had your back in the situation. Telling you to do you as you came up with revenge scenarios.

Choosing to not show much since you did just get dumped, you tilted your head. "Thanks."

He held a hand out. "I'm Jimin."

You held his hand, passing a shake. "I'm Y/n."

"So, Y/n, what's so wrong with you that this guy thinks it's okay to cheat?"

"I don't know. He says I don't fit him. Because he's a law student and i'm...well I'm me. Working in a office building 24/7. Trying to fend for myself. He says the other girl fits him so I assume she's also a law student."

He scratched his nape. "Wait so- he's going around being unloyal because you're trying to make a living with what you have?"

You nodded. "Pretty much."

"That's so stupid."

"Tell me about. Not to mention, I get the feeling he brought me to a public place to break up so I wouldn't cause a scene."

Jimin put his hands together as if he was praying or making a wish. "Please, tell me you made a scene. Tell me that, and make me proud."

"Oh I poured my food on him and his 300 dollar dress shirt. I really hope it stains."

"That's awesome. You're freaking awesome."

Normally you would feel bad, but after he decided to show HIS true colors, where's the harm for her to do so. You get what you give. Emotionally and physically said.

"It's normal to not feel bad, right?"

"Why feel bad? He brought it on himself. And even though, I barely know you, I can tell, he's gonna regret it sooner or later. And guess what, he won't get you back because now you see who he truly is. You can see what will come out again if he was ever around again. You'll be strong. Just like tomorrow. You'll have the chance to slam the door in the face like he did to you tonight."

You pursed your lips before slightly smiling. "You really think so?"

"I know so. He didn't deserve you."

Feeling the huge wave of confidence and relief wash over you like you were sitting at the edge of the water at the beach. Waves coming in hot.

This night started out as a complete mess just by one stupid ex who played you out like a total idiot, and yet, a total stranger had somehow turned it all around for you. With just simple words.

All of the six friends you counted out had walked over to the duo. One wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulder. He was much taller.

"Jimin, you rea- oh hi!"

You waved to the tall figure with platinum blonde hair and very clear dimples that made his smile even prettier. Same to the rest who had passed the favor. "Hello."

"I'm Namjoon. That's Taehyung, Yoongi, Jungkook, Hobi, and Jin."

"Y/n. Nice to meet you all."

Jimin turned to the guys. "Y/n's boyfriend just dumped them. Dude's an asshole.

One with a black mid length hair and a eyebrow piercing had risen eyebrows. "Really?"

You nodded.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Just wasn't meant to be."

Jimin smiled. Namjoon turning to the brunette. "Everybody's already there. And they're waiting on us."

"OK! Okay! We can go."

Namjoon, threw a excited fist into the hair, causing you to giggle in your spot on the ledge. He turned to you, pointing with his finger as if he was gonna call you out.

"Hey Y/n, you've had a bad night. Wanna join us."

Just as you were about to quickly deny,, the guy that was smoking earlier nodded. "You should. Really."

"What is it?"

"My friends and I are about to head to a club to drink and dance. Karaoke game and stuff. We do it every Friday when we don't have a work schedule. It's fun. You should come with."

"No, no. I don't wanna intrude on your guys' night."

"You're not! And it's not even a guy night. Tons of cool people will be there. Join us!" The one Namjoon had introduced as Hobi spoke out.

You contemplated. Giving it much thought. Especially since they had just met. But somehow, even being new meters, you felt a safe connection to the individual. And his friend was very welcoming. Gentle.

"If you don't join us, there's a chance Jimin will be a buzz kill. So we beg, please come. And there'll be a bunch of handsome men, like me obviously, there to make you feel better."

Jimin smacked his friend who had chuckled while almost flying into a few of them. He turned held a hand out once again in front of you. "What do you say?"

You let out a joyful huff before giving into the boy you had grown so fond of. Placing your hand in his soft and small ones. "Fine."

They all cheered. Heading towards the trucks, Four gathered in one and four in the other. Jimin held your hand all the way to vehicle and sat with you in the back.

At some apologizing for the physicality, but you assured him it was totally okay.

"This place is huge."

"Yeah, it's popular in the area," Jimin responds back into your ear. The music too loud for you to speak farther in distance. His breath tickled your neck.

"Wanna drink?"

You nodded. Following him to the bar. You sat in the wooden stools that had red cushions tied to the corners.

"2 cokes please," he orders to the bartender. You were to busy scanning the ceiling too even realize his was watching you closely. Cheek resting on his hand.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing."

"What is it?" you asks again.

"I'm just...trynna figure out how anyone would ever hurt someone so special like you."

There goes the deep clushing again. No thanks to white bar lights reflecting on your face. He can definitely see how flustered you are.

"You've known me for an hour."

"And I already feel like I know so much."

The drinks land in front of you. The brunette pushing one over to you. You recieve it with a smile. To ease the tension, you choose to pass on an unintentional joke.

"Careful, Jimin. You keep talking like that I might get the wrong idea and assume you're flirting with me."

You didn't realize exactly what you said until it came out. Expecting a speed denial, instead you receive a chuckle. Jimin's eyes panning to his glass.

His fingers grip the straw and twirl the red straw around. Ice clinking against the cup.

"I must be sending out the right signals then," he said just loud enough for you to hear.

You cough.

Jimins lays his hand on your back. Patting it gently. "You okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

You wave. "You- you didn't. Just surprised me."

He chuckled again. Rubbing shapes against your covered spine instead of patting. "Is your night better?"

"Much."

The now close proximity between you too became smaller and smaller the more he moved closer to you. Part of you wanted to run, screaming that you just met him. You'll get fooled again.

As for the other part, it's telling you to just do you. Nothing's ever permanent. Just enjoy the night. You deserved it.

"Y/n," he called, "Can I ask for a favor in return?"

You hesitated before nodding slightly. Almost to softly that it didn't even seem like a reply.

His soft handle landed on your burning cheek. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek bone. Closer. Closer.

He was gonna kiss you.

An inch between you. That's all that was left. You were ready. You braced yourself by each second.

And just when you thought it was coming, he chuckled, kissing your cheek instead with his nice pink lips. "Be yourself tonight. And don't leave my side. Okay?"

You smiled, partially fake. The disappointment hidden quite well. But thank god it didn't happen, maybe kissing on the first meet wasn't such a good idea. At least not on your radar.

"Let's go dance."

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michelleelizabethtanner · 1 year

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What would you have rather seen in canon:

Brio hug scene where Rio is trying to comfort an upset Beth

Scene where either Beth or Rio is injured but they can’t go to the hospital so the other attempts to fix the injury

Beth using Rio’s name to his face

(Thank goodness you have more or less versions of these in rough night to keep us fed lol)

Personally I would’ve liked to see the injury one because it would force some vulnerability between them that neither would show normally lol

Uuugghhh it’s so hard to chooooose, Anon!! I wanna see all of them. 😭😭😭

Ok so going through one by one…

I would say a hug is out for me in canon. At least as much as we got of canon. They weren’t really a huggy kind of couple. Their touches were very targeted and very specific. A hug is something else. Beth’s hugs were almost disingenuous even with people she loved. She’s uncomfortable with touch and her hugs were always guarded. And I didn’t want to have that discomfort between Brio. Their intimate touches were more subtle and always with him being mindful of her physical boundaries. His “I’m gonna teach you” moment was a “huggy” moment. It had that comforting feeling, that intimacy of a hug to it, while also giving Beth the space to keep her discomfort with physical touch. I really like that moment because it respected their boundaries and offered meaningful comfort at a level Beth could hear and understand.

I do love the fixing each other’s wounds trope. This is my very close second. It’s so symbolic of their atonement for the wounds they’ve inflicted on each other. I agree with you, that kind of vulnerability would have been healing for them and connected them further. Plus the ample opportunity to explore each other’s bodies and remember how intimately familiar they are with each other. A chance to remember touching intimately in a very different way and in a very different setting. There’s something so romantic to that nostalgia for them. That acknowledgment of how they each have changed and yet are so familiar. Ugh! I wanna read some injury fics now. 🥹

But I think I actually would have very much liked to see Beth use Rio’s name to his face. I think had she said his name with that little crack in her voice she gets when she’s very emotional, he would have dropped down on one knee and proposed right on the spot. That much vulnerability from her, her finally humanizing him right to his face, he could not have resisted it. He loooooves rescuing her. And her saying his name in a vulnerable way would have cemented him to her permanently. It would have been her choosing him. At least in his perception, her using that much honesty in her communication with him would have meant the world. He would have taken it as her undying pledge of her love and loyalty. (It’s kinda what I decided to do in Rough Night. She uses his name when she’s being honest and vulnerable, and he calls her baby when he’s doing the same.)

Or actually, you know what I was really waiting for and never got? Her touching him. Any kind of touch initiated by her would have broken through so many barriers. Because she isn’t a touchy person, her making that move would have meant a lot. He knows she doesn’t do touch. It would have stopped him in his tracks. Her touch is so weighted with meaning whenever she offers it to him. So a platonic touch of any kind would have communicated everything unsaid between them.

#brio tropes #why are they so romantic about everything???#brio #good girls nbc #beth x rio #asks

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sloanerisette · 10 months

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Ok, I wanted to get this up for Pride Month, but a lot was going on, including me changing what I wanted to write a few times, but I finally got something!

Tbh I've had a headcanon of trans guy Davis ever since my 02 rewatch a few years back, mostly sparked by an line from the Adventure 02 dub where Davis loudly and happily proclaims himself as "one of the guys" after getting the Digi-Egg of Friendship. I love that moment and it has just, cemented itself as a headcanon for me. So uh, you can check it out at the link, or I'll post it under a read more, and I hope y'all enjoy!

Summary: After an excited outburst the day prior, Davis finally decides to tell their group of DigiDestined just who he is. Tags: Trans Male Character, Coming Out, Post Episode 11 (The Storm of Friendship), Dub names

Yesterday had been exhausting, with rescuing Agumon from the Digimon Emperor— from Ken Ichijouji— and getting a second Digi-Egg. That was just scratching the surface of it, too, considering all the shouting that had gone on between him and TK and him and Matt.

But amidst all the fighting and the chaos and the frustration, there had been one thing that he continued to turn over in his mind ever since they got back to their world.

Tai had called him a good friend. Matt gave him a noogie. It was everything he could’ve dreamed of. In his sheer happiness he couldn’t help but shout out to his partner that he really was one of the guys now.

And that had been burned into his thoughts ever since. Even at dinner, and even well after DemiVeemon had fallen asleep and he stared at the ceiling in the dark.

Tai had always been one of the few people to truly respect him and accept who he was, but to get that same respect from Matt, one of the two coolest people he knew? He really was on cloud nine.

But just as much as he had been on cloud nine, his brain had been in overdrive thinking ever since he had shouted out “I’m one of the guys now!”

Was now the time to tell everyone? Out of all the DigiDestined, only Tai and Kari knew. Kari insisted that the others would accept him, would also still see him the same, but as he was on his way to school, still munching on a piece of toast, he couldn’t help but wonder.

As much as he didn’t like TK, he knew he wasn’t a bad person. Cody was a strange kid who he could never get a read on, but he wasn’t a bad kid by any means— the furthest thing from it, really. And Yolei… Well, she was loud, brash, and liked to rag on him, but only when he aggravated her first. If he told them, it wouldn’t go bad… right? Certainly not like with his dad, right?

It had gone so well with Tai and Kari. He still remembered the after school soccer game he met the siblings at, when he loudly told them his name was Davis and that he was a boy. He had found a hero and a friend in an instant, and whenever there was trouble with his own parents, he was always welcome at the Kamiya household. Maybe the food wasn’t the tastiest, but there was always a lot of it, at least.

He knew he had a friend and supporter in Kari no matter what, but he couldn’t help but be… scared when he thought about telling everyone else.

Kari was standing by the gates to the school, and as soon as he saw her, the smile on his face grew twice as wide and he ran over.

“Hey! Kari!” he shouted to her, putting his hands on his legs to keep himself standing and steady while he caught his breath. She laughed gently at how he nearly tripped over to reach her between the crowd of other students arriving, and as he looked up at her, that beaming smile was still on his face.

“How are you holding up after yesterday?” she asked. Davis let out a long groan.

“Ugh, I’m so tired. Armor Digivolving is tough work.”

DemiVeemon popped his head out of Davis’s backpack, “Hey! I was the one who actually Digivolved!” he squeaked out. Davis turned his head to look at his partner, a guilty, sheepish smile on his face.

“W-Well I had to pick up the Digi-Egg!” he stammered out, feeling his face go flush.

Kari couldn’t help but laugh, which caused Davis to get distracted from his playful spat with his Digimon partner.

“What about you?” he asked, shooting her a kind smile.

“I’m alright. I probably could’ve slept all day,” she sighed, “Tai’s doing good, at least. I’m really relieved about that.”

“That’s good, but you should make sure you get your rest! We can take a day off from the Digital World after how badly we just beat that stupid Emperor,” Davis said, clenching a fist in determination, which DemiVeemon copied.

“Do you have to shout about the Digimon Emperor and the Digital World loud enough for everyone to hear?”

Davis recognized Yolei’s voice anywhere, and he felt himself start to deflate from how triumphant he felt just a few moments ago.

She, TK, and Cody walked over, with their own Digimon poking out of their backpacks.

“I swear, with how loud you are, everyone is gonna know about the Digital World,” Yolei sighed. Kari and TK couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I mean, I kind of agree with him about taking the day off,” TK shrugged, “We could use at least one day after dealing with everything that happened with Agumon.

“It would be nice…” Cody mused, putting his hand to his chin in thought, “I haven’t been able to train with grandpa nearly as much lately…”

“Well, thanks for so graciously giving us the day off,” Kari teased. Davis rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Well I’m happy to help, Kari! Anytime!” he said, following up with a loud laugh that caused numerous other students to look their way.

Yolei clapped her hands, “Ok! Day off!” she whooped in triumph, before pausing for a moment, her expression slowly fading, “…Ugh, no excuse to get out of work now,” she groaned. Iori patted her on the arm.

“I’m sure you’ll survive,” he told her, voice surprisingly sincere despite Yolei’s overdramatic cries.

The bell rang shortly after, and the group— minus Davis— started to walk towards the school building. Davis shuffled in place nervously, hands clenched as he tried to will himself to speak.

“Are you ok, Davis?” DemiVeemon asked quietly, poking his partner’s shoulder. Davis stayed quiet, sucking in a silent breath.

“H-Hey guys! Hold on a sec!” he shouted out, still glued in place as his friends turned to look at him.

“What’s up, Davis?” Kari asked, pausing as soon as she saw the look on his face.

“There was just, uh… something I wanted to talk about,” he said, voice quiet as he felt his stomach tie up in a knot.

“I don’t want to be late, Davis!” Yolei groaned, letting out a squeak as Kari gently bumped her in the side with her elbow.

Davis took a deep breath, slowly stepping forward as his friends looked at him. This was it.

“So, uh…” Why were words so hard to think of, especially now, especially in this moment? Why had it been so easy with his hero and his crush, but he couldn’t get the words out with his friends? His eyes darted to Kari, who gave him a warm, gentle smile.

“Whatever you have to say, you don’t have to worry. You can talk to us about anything,” she said, in that sweet tone she always spoke with to reassure someone. The same tone she spoke with when he first told her a few years ago.

He could do this.

“So, uh,” he started again, wringing his hands together nervously, “I haven’t told a lot of people this, but I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday, and, uh… I wanted to let you all know that I’m a guy.”

He did it. It suddenly felt like a massive weight was pulled off his shoulders.

“But I thought we already knew that,” his partner said from his perch on Davis’s shoulder. Davis’s face burned crimson, suddenly feeling stupid at the fact that he had basically said nothing.

However, Cody’s eyes shone with recognition, something Davis didn’t catch as he grit his teeth in frustration.

“Wh-What I mean is that, I wasn’t, like, born as a guy, I guess? Like I shoulda been, but I wasn’t, and when I realized that I just started… being a guy. And I was thinking about yesterday with everything that happened and… I just wanted to let you guys know.”

All the students had filed into the school now, just leaving their small group standing there. The silence was deafening, and Davis was mortified that maybe he had messed up. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, maybe Kari was wrong and this wasn’t a good idea…

Could they all hurry up and say something already!?

“It’s really brave of you to tell us, Davis,” Cody spoke up finally, “Kari is right, you can tell us anything, and we’ll always be here for you. If anyone gives you trouble, I’ll deal with them for you.”

Cody spoke with such conviction, and Davis couldn’t help but feel warm at how forthright the youngest member of the group was. Davis wasn’t entirely sure how Cody felt about him most times, but a gentle flush crept onto his face at how… nice it felt that he was so kind.

“Hey, wait, I don’t need you to deal with anyone! I can do it myself!” Davis shot back, clenching his hands into fists as he stamped a foot down. Kari couldn’t help but giggle.

“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to tell us, Davis,” TK said as he strode forward, placing a hand on Davis’s shoulder that didn’t have a Digimon on it. “You’ll always be one of the guys, and you’ll always be our friend,” he added, flashing him a smile.

“Th-Thanks, dude,” Davis said with a shaking voice. Ok, so maybe TK was annoying, and knew Kari way too well, and showed him up with how much he knew about Digimon, but maybe he wasn’t that bad.

Yolei awkwardly shuffled forward, hands clasped behind her back, gaze focused on the ground, unable to meet his eyes. She kicked at the ground, taking a moment of silence before she cleared her throat.

“I’m really happy for you. A-And what they said. And, like, if I ever said anything that like, was rude about it, then I’m really sorry,” she said. Davis raised an eyebrow in confusion at her, then shook his head.

“What? No, you haven’t! Don’t worry,” he said, folding his arms after and shooting her a grin, “I could handle anything you would throw my way, anyways.”

Yolei offered him a weak, lopsided smile, “Well, still, I want you to know that I wouldn’t ever want to like, you know, not respect that.” She paused, “I’ll still give you crap, but not about that. Promise.”

“Thanks.”

“I, uh, need to head to class now,” Yolei said, immediately turning on her heel and sprint off to the school building, “I’ll see you guys later!”

TK gave Davis another pat on the shoulder before he ran off, too, Cody following him at a more relaxed pace. Davis started to walk foward, letting out a content sigh as he met up with Kari.

“I told you there would be nothing to worry about,” she said.

“Hahaha, I knew it would! Totally!” he said, putting his hands behind his head as they made their way along.

“I’m proud of you, too.”

The smile left his heart pounding in his chest, and he gave her a beaming smile, forcing out a laugh. “Th-Thanks, Kari. You know, it always means a lot how much you’ve supported me and stuff So thanks for that, too.”

DemiVeemon poked Davis in the ear, “Hey, I’m proud of you, too!” the small Digimon said.

Davis laughed, “Thanks buddy, that means a lot.”

“I didn’t realize humans could Digivolve, too! We can both Digivolve!” DemiVeemon cheered. Davis couldn’t help but laugh.

“I guess I can, huh? You hear that, Kari? I can Digivolve, too!” he said, laughing louder than before.

Turning into something better and stronger and more… him?

Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

#digimon #digimon adventure 02 #digimon fanfiction #davis motomiya #daisuke motomiya #fanfiction

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pandoratheprocrasticreator · 1 year

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i rewatched hollow mind for the 928342398402394th time and a thought came to me: did luz still think hunter was one of “the bad guys” in the first half of the episode?

bc, like, the first time she ever met hunter, he threatened to drown king and tried to coerce her into killing a cute animal. the second time she meets him, he stole a bunch of palismen for belos to eat, tied her up, and chased her through latissa even after she saved him. sure, they have a heart to heart and ended up making a pretty good team. hunter even saves her from kikimora at the end. but from luz’s expression as she escapes, and her “bad but sad boy” description after the fact, she very much understands where hunter’s loyalties lie.

when she asks hunter why he “decided to join the emperor’s coven,” his answer implies he did so out of thanks for belos taking him in - aka, joining the coven was his own choice. we the audience know at that point that belos is hunter’s uncle and can therefore infer that this isn’t the case, but luz doesn’t know that. for all she knows, hunter had as much of a choice to join the coven as lilith did - knowing all the shady things that belos did and deciding to work for him anyway.

luz is way too forgiving of others to blame hunter for it, especially after he saved her from kikimora. and after she’s endeared herself to hunter, she also knows he’s not as big of a threat to her as before. so she texts hunter to ask him for dirt on belos. she tackles him in an alleyway to do the same. but judging by how she, and in extension eda and king, treat him, they still think he’s a villain. a less threatening, kind of funny, and redeemable villain, but a villain at the moment nonetheless. a villain who knows what he’s doing is wrong and can stop working for belos at any time, but keeps doing it regardless.

and honestly, hunter’s actions before hollow mind don’t do him any favors. he attacks amity, even when she was trying to help him. he threatens luz’s safety to steal the titan blood. he tried to kidnap willow and gus’s entire flyer derby team. luz probably heard about his heart to heart with amity, his mental breakdown at eclipse lake, and how he saved the flyer derby team at the end, but that’s in line with what she already knows. he’s capable of becoming friends with her and the gang, but he’s still too dangerous and too loyal to belos to trust and work with. and all of this is, in luz’s mind, still hunter’s choice.

and then at the start of hollow mind, hunter explains a little about his backstory. but crucially, he doesn’t tell luz, or any of her friends before this point, his relationship with belos. he says “wild magic destroyed our family,” but keeps it vague enough and still addresses belos by name. the audience knows that hunter means “him and belos’s family” when he says “our family,” but luz has no reason to think hunter and belos are related. to her, hunter could just mean “me and my other relatives who died.”

in belos’s memories, hunter and the other golden guards also never refer to belos as “uncle,” so luz still doesn’t find out about the familial relation. what she does find out about are belos’s crimes throughout the centures. and she found out that the past golden guards not only knew about belos’s cruelty, but actively helped him hurt people. hunter trying to justify belos’s actions further confirmed luz’s view that hunter was okay with belos’s cruelty and probably did horrible things similar to the other guards. then hunter revealed that he helped belos build a new portal, cementing the idea that he wasn’t on luz’s side. by the point they see the collector, luz automatically assumes hunter also knows about it - the golden guard knew about every awful thing that belos did, after all, and helped him regardless.

but hunter doesn’t know about the collector. and then luz gets to see how belos actually treats hunter behind the scenes. the collector says that belos “created” hunter, and while luz doesn’t know what that means, she understands that hunter is in danger. he wasn’t voluntarily helping belos with all his misdeeds. hunter is being abused and threatened into doing whatever belos wants. all of his past actions - how he repeatedly befriended and worked with luz and her friends but backstabbed them to complete a mission for belos - he didn’t do that just out of loyalty to belos. he did that because he was scared of what belos would do to him if he failed.

luz just saw the aftermath of eclipse lake. hunter basically won that confrontation. he got the portal key, but because amity broke the key, belos almost tried to hurt him anyway. if that’s how belos treated hunter in a semi successful mission, then how did he treat him when luz took the palismen? what happened when willow and gus left him with a - for all they know - angry, scythe-wielding coven head after hunter directly went against him? hunter told luz the first time they met that “the emperor is not a merciful man,” but she never thought that that would extend to hunter himself.

and then she sees the memories of the previous golden guards’ deaths. when hunter talks to belos, he refers to the other golden guards as “our family.” and it’s only then that luz realizes that belos and hunter are related. no wonder hunter worked for belos all this time despite everything - belos is hunter’s family. he’s supposed to protect him. and yet hunter is terrified out of his mind of his uncle. for good reason - because belos almost kills him right in front of luz. then he even nonchalantly talks about making another one, like hunter didn’t even matter.

it’s after luz sees hunter and belos’s dynamic that she asks hunter to stay in the owl house. and after they leave belos’s mind, luz becomes noticeably gentler to him. she “bullied” him before, which the fandom attributes to the cain instinct but also luz seems to feel justified in lightly ribbing a “bad guy” who works for belos. but after hollow mind, she completely shifts from teasing him to worrying about his well being every time she sees him.

she tries to go after hunter when he has a panic attack and bolts after getting out of belos’s mind. she tries to tell her friends what happened and tells them not to “scare [hunter] away.” when she sees hunter again in clouds on the horizon, the first thing she does is to ask if he’s okay. then when kikimora threatens him, she defends him and even takes his place as her prisoner, because now luz knows what belos does to disloyal golden guards. what he was about to do to hunter in his mind. in season 3, we can see this eventually made hunter trust luz enough to overshare ALL of his baggage with her, instead of just a little before lol.

idk what the point of writing all this was but i think it’s interesting how hollow mind changed luz’s view on both belos AND hunter. she doesn’t just feel more sorry for him now that she knows about his relationship with belos, she was actively wary of him before that. and before seeing belos’s memory of the collector, she was becoming more and more distrustful of hunter as they went through belos’s mind. but the last memory they saw not only showed luz that hunter needed her help, but that he wasn’t fully complicit in belos’s crimes out of choice, as she would have reasonably concluded previously. that, in addition to his other encounters with her and her friends, probably came a long way in improving their trust in each other post-hollow mind.

#toh #luz noceda #hunter toh #hunter noceda #emperor belos #phillip wittebane #hollow mind #shut up pandora #i have too much homework to justify writing this much about an episode of a baby show thats already been analyzed to death #why cant i put this much energy into my python hw #anyway does the rest of the gang...know that belos is hunter's uncle?#they probably found out during the timeskip in season 3 and gus found out when he fought belos #but before the s2 finale did the gang still just think hunter finally came to his senses/found out about the day of unity #and that's why he betrayed belos and not because of *waves hand* all that familial drama #the others were already cool with hunter by the end of labyrinth runners #but finding out he was coerced into war crimes by his uncle probably would have hurt things #nooooooo its not his fault hes just a poor little meow meow haha #that was not serious dont @ me #luz and hunter are siblings

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The Bridgerton Brothers bum-rushing Phillips home is one of my favourite scenes from the book.

Are you going to write the scene in the unplanned Pregnancy AU?

I bet the twins were also a surprise too.

Anon asked:

In your accidental pregnancy fic, How do her siblings react? What do her brothers say when they barge in? Do the twins confront the brothers?

What about her sisters and Penelope?

I imagine Gregory starts live tweeting the confrontation to the family group chat. When he reveals Eloise is pregnant, I bet Hyacinth thought it was a joke.

What was daphnes reaction? I just imagine she is concerned.

Anon asked: Are you going to write about the bridgerton bros busting in to Phillips house to find her living with her friend with benefits and his kids?

I want to know who notices her Baby Bump first?

I am sensing a pattern.

To start no one in the family knows that Eloise is in a friend with benefits relationship with a man who has two kids. She has kept the knowledge of her half relationship with Phillip on lockdown for over a year. Every time she went to Gloucestershire she framed it as wanting to go to country. With Eloise being Eloise the siblings kind of accepted it. It's not the first random thing she has done. Penelope has her location, and Benedict is close enough should she need someone.

This last trip though, Eloise has been gone for too long, is barely talking to anyone, and had randomly left in the middle of the night without telling anyone. The family was worried something bad had happened.

Penelope shared Eloise's location with the brothers and off they went to find their sister. With their worry for their disappearing sister and the family's high profile standing they kind of let their imaginations run wild, coming to the conclusion that Eloise did not leave willingly.

Meanwhile in the Crane home Eloise and Phillip sat down to eat since Eloise's nausea had temporarily stopped. They were actually starting to discuss where they wanted to go with their relationship and what this new baby meant for it when the brothers broke in.

Gregory struck first, Anthony and Benedict held Phillip against the wall by his throat. Colin was going to check on his sister when he noticed the small baby bump under her clothes. His gasp of Eloise's name caught the other brother's attention and they too saw the baby bump.

Gregory pulled out his phone to live stream it to the family group chat because nope, he's not keeping this information to himself. All his sisters, the two missing brother in-laws, and their mother needed to know. He started recording in time to catch Eloise screaming like a banshee and jumping on Benedict's back. He also caught Colin talking to Anthony that he can not kill Eloise's baby daddy. How is he supposed to take responsibility if he kills him?

Anthony lets Phillip go, Eloise jumps off Benedict's back. Anthony then proceeds to ask Phillip if he has a place he can talk to Eloise alone like he wasn't just choking him against a wall. Phillip offers up his home office and while Anthony drags Eloise off, Phillip is left with the other three. Colin is helping himself to the food, Benedict is tense, and Gregory is still live streaming.

The rest of the family is going crazy on group chat. Is Eloise really pregnant? Who is the man? Wait isn't that cousin Marina's baby daddy? (Ya'll can decide if Marina is a Bridgerton cousin or Penelope's in this.)

Without knowing what else to do Phillip offers the brothers a drink. Gregory quickly ends the living stream after that much to the exclamation to the rest of the family.

When Eloise and Anthony come back to the room Phillip notices Eloise being twitchy. By now he knows that means she wants to latch onto someone. He offers his arm and she quickly grabs hold and rests her head against his shoulder. It weirds the brothers out and just cements in their minds that yup, Eloise is pregnant. There is no other explanation for this. Gregory quickly sends a picture to the group chat.

Violet coos when she sees the picture, already mentally making a list of things she needs to get for her newest grandbaby. (She screams in delight when she learns it's three new grandbabies and quickly adds sweets to that list for the twins.)

#bridgerton #philoise #phillip crane #eloise bridgerton #accidental pregnancy

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kriegborderlands-moved · 7 months

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Pretty lame move on ur bf's part to assume I'm fetishizing fatness and then when I stand up for myself, replying to and blocking me before I have a chance to respond. I didn't even get to read his response, I saw the notif on my phone and opened it up and his comments are gone and I can't find his account. If he assumes everyone means him harm and then blocks them before they can explain themselves they are forever cemented in his mind as being harmful which will just lead to him thinking that more and more people mean him harm and he will live out a sad, lonely and terrified existence. For his sake I hope he cultivates a thicker skin as it's is important to living. Being able to be uncomfortable but still open to people and ideas is imperative to learning stuff from others. For my part, I was joking about love handles because I think it's funny to not know parts of the body with weird names that are often critisized and used to shame people. I didn't know what hip dips were until I was 19. I knew that love handles were something in the lower torso to upper thigh region but I wasn't sure until you told me today. I pride myself on not having much body issues (appart from gender things) and very consiously not judging people on their bodies. I genuinely don't understand how he got fetishization or thinking fatness is dirty from me joking about not knowing the meaning of a word.

I'd actually love to be told how what I said was interpretted that way, so I can avoid from doing something similar in the future. So if you or he want to tell me I'd genuinely really appreciate it. I like learning and I don't like hurting people's feelings.

That's literally all I asked for, to know what went wrong for my message to be misinterpretted. The heart might have come across as sarcastic, but I was trying to mimic the energy of his reply.

Sorry if this is an overwhelming text wall, I just get really upset when this happens because I don't know what I did wrong and I want to be more informed but people just block me and I have no way to stop feeling like I'm secretly a bad person and just don't know it. Also the first paragraph is kind of meanly worded, it was the first thing I wrote and I was still really mad. I reworked some of it to not be as mean but I still believe in the point I was trying to make.

first of all never put an essay this big in my ask box again. i’m dead serious i will just block anyone else who does this because i have a life and shit to do and do not want to spend my time on internet arguments.

secondly, it was a positivity post about something that is frequently insulted and belittled. just google love handles and see what comes up. REALLY not the time to make jokes.

my boyfriend states “Tell them that like. I’ve been antagonized enough so the whole “sh sh sh I don’t want to know” came across as if talking about fatness was something that had to be silenced because it was taboo or was being treated like it was some disgusting kink that had to be shielded from the public’s eyes.”

third, you’re insulting my boyfriend (whether you realize it or not) so if youre expecting me to just calmly approach this, youre dead wrong. speaking of which, really interesting that you’re saying my bf needs a thicker skin when he’s been subject to fatphobia his entire life, and then when he blocks you you send me this.

this is in fact a really weird thing to send someone. my bf can block whoever the fuck he wants and thats his business alone. and if you feel guilty about it that is not his or my problem. quite frankly the only emotion i feel right now is annoyance. i am not interested in continuing this conversation further

#negativity #<- for blocklist #long post #<- not rly but eh

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starlighthan · 2 years

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RETURNING TO BALETE [TEASER]

pairings: non-idol!seungmin and gender-neutral!reader

genre: dark fantasy, crime, action, fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, trese au, philippine folklore/mythology

warnings: mentions of death

teaser word count: 1k words

synopsis: kim seungmin, one of the affiliates of captain lee, is a detective who deals with crimes related to the supernatural. when he was contacted to go to balete drive for a very mysterious case, he encountered somebody he never wished to see ever again.

date of release: tba

note: hi! this is my trese au with seungmin :DD this one's my own version of the intersection of balete and 13th street which can be seen in both comics and netflix series! and of course, i'll add up my own scenes as well <33 i hope you'll enjoy this one for now while i work on the actual fic.

*i do not own the trese comics/series.*

“Is it true that Mara Dela Cruz died way back?” Minho crosses his arms on his chest, leaning back to his car. “If this is true, you know even at least a little about what this means, right?”

Seungmin slowly nods. His father knew about the existence of a White Lady around this area. Nobody knew the name, but he guessed that was it. “Sadly, I still do not know how this happened. The process to kill the ghost must be very intricate and hard to trace.”

“Will we ever get to somewhere after this incident?”

“Of course, Captain Lee, no worries. I still have my ways, whether the crime is easy or hard to study.” Seungmin steps back, lifting the police tape. The first thing he noticed was the large circle around the victim, looking like chalk.

Coincidentally, it reminded him of his childhood. A childhood with someone he chose not thinking. He would not go back to that. It hurt him too much to go back to; it is not worth it.

Gently feeling the powder on the cement, it does feel like chalk. But obviously, this is not just some ordinary chalk. The powder-like substance did not even smell like it, which is weird. One thing for Seungmin is sure that whatever is around on the crusty body of Mara Dela Cruz is not just simple chalk, it's something else more complicated than that.

An unfamiliar voice echoes behind him. “Taste it.”

Sharply turning his head back, the familiar person in front of him immediately gave him a reality check. Irritation pricked at him—why would you appear in front of him nonchalantly as if you did nothing almost ten years ago? Did you forget that you left him without any word to him or his tribe? Is that you?

“How about you taste this?”

Being shocked was an understatement for you. You were stunned by how those five words were like fire, painfully scorching. Surprising in a middle of an investigation seems like a bad idea. Maybe Seungmin is not in the mood right now. These cases, after all, are the worst when you want to have peace of mind. Or did this man forget about you already? Hopefully not?

You fear that there is more to the fury transparent on his face.

Kneeling on the ground, you keep your distance apart from the detective, pulling up the sleeve on your right arm. Doing what Seungmin did earlier, you get a pinch of the chalk and smell it. Quickly licking the powder on your finger, a pang of saltiness goes through your nerves, making you shake your head with a face of disgust.

“Very salty, definitely not those chemicals in chalks," you rub away the remaining powder on your finger. "Might as well ask Nuno about this. Whatever this powder might be is hard to get."

The powder is not actually salt. This powder is as refined as baby powder. Whoever crushed this to the smallest particles must have done a lot of work to get into this texture. And you know that salt is not the best ingredient to kill the already dead. Even if you have your references for substances, you are not sure which of them is the one right in front of you.

Seungmin interrupts your thoughts with a smirk, "You still remember Nuno, eh?"

Not look back at him—you still head on the ground. Eyes are moving from the circle and the body, and a shiver comes up to your spine. What happened to Mara looks like somebody sucked the remaining soul out of her.

"Of course, I still find Nuno when I am here," you brush the hair out of your face. Placing your hands on your knees, you pushed yourself up on your feet.

Realizing that you need the powder with you to show to Nuno, you try to get back down on the cement, "Oh, why did I take off that powder! I still need that to show to Nuno—"

"I'll take care of that," Seungmin steps forward, rolling his eyes and holding your arm tightly. "You might drop them. I will find Nuno myself.”

Scoffing, you gracefully enough remove the hand on your arm. Glaring at the dark figure under the streetlight for a second, you seriously wondered how this guy became cold and rude after your unprompted leave from the province. Maybe that is why he is like this—and you will take the blame for that.

But his manners for simply being a decent human being—

“I asked permission from Captain Lee to join the investigations for this, and he was okay with it. I will also be helping in finding answers to this. I want to investigate this case as well.”

You are proud enough to hold your composure and stay calm about this. Every second with this guy makes you want to burst and call it a night. But you badly wanted to deal with this case.

The White Lady was also a significant part of your life growing up. Stories shared by your own family and almost every single person you know. Balete Drive is in your hometown, and this is your chance to visit here without anybody scaring you about it. You were so ready to find the White Lady and have a decent conversation without any bad intentions, but fate gave you the worst timing. You were the only one who had the guts to go to this street.

You have already stepped foot in Quezon City for the first time after so many years. You are seriously not going to waste this opportunity, especially when you see the one you are looking for dead and gone.

“Now, if you will excuse me,” you went back down to take a pinch of the powder, “I’ll also ask Nuno about this and hopefully finish this mystery. Good night.”

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