#and now he's a text-to-speech program

[congratulationsonstayingalive]

Georgie hearing about the new Archivist and seeing the tape recorders and immediately assuming it's Jon. How afraid she sounds of him being back.

The last time she saw him was the literal apocalypse, and things weren't great, but at least they were allies. At least she could see tha Jon was (mostly) still him and still trying to put things right. And now he may be alive again, but it's not even the Jon from then it's something even more monstrous than before. She thought he was dead but he's something worse.

Anyway, I love the trope of people coming back wrong and their friends/loved ones having to deal with that.

The added irony of this instance is, that isn't even Jon. But he's still, in his own special way, alive yet wrong.

[twohearts-hs]

Dove & Captain: 5 - Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader Series

Words in Total: 5.4k

Pairings: Dr. Jack Abbot x fem!reader

Synopsis: She's his Dove. The ER nurse who is the definition of chaos, trauma and humour in scrubs. He's her Captain, gruff, emotionally guarded war veteran with a prosthetic leg and completely in love with her. Six years together, a mortgage, four dogs and the ability to conquer anything. This is a story of their life in one day. He is 49, she's 30. This is one day of their life based on the 15 episodes of 'The Pitt'. There will be little imagines of their relationship over the years.

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Trauma, Medical Language/Procedure, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, etc.

A/N: This is a complete series of ~60k. I will post a few snapshots of their relationship over the six+ years they've been together.

Hope you enjoy :)

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1500

Y/N was standing around in a circle with the team as Robby gave one of his classic speeches. Her arms were crossed, staring at him as he talked calmly, but with such leadership. Paediatric cases were harder, but even harder when they end in death.

            Y/N was slowly breathing, watching as she rocked on her feet back and forth. Slowly nodding as she broke her glance from him to look at everyone else. All eyes were on Robby.

            “We do these debriefs to try to give a sense of closure, meaning, to difficult cases so that they won’t linger. But trust me, the kids you’ll lose will linger. So, what do you do?” Robby spoke before chuckling awkwardly. “I did my residency at Big Charity in New Orleans. And one day, I got a kid, a five-year-old boy, accidentally shot by his brother playing with Dad’s gun, worried he was gonna get in trouble right up until he coded and died,” he said, taking a deep breath as his voice cracked, wavering. Running a hand through his hair, he stared at them, exhaling sharply. “That night, I asked myself, like, what do I do with this kid? Where do I put this feeling? And I found myself walking all night. I was walking and walking and walking. Then I found myself back at the gates of Big Charity Cemetery and I’m looking at all those mausoleums and those crypts and I’m think to myself, ok, that’s what I need. I just need a safe place where I can put these feelings–“ Robby continued his story, but the door opened, and a security guard popped in.

            “Yo, we got patients throwing punches in chairs,” the security guard said.

            Y/N rose a brow, scoffing before looking back at Robby. “Uh, ok, everybody. Let’s get back to it. Just remember, the Employee Assistance Program is available as are Kiara and myself, if anybody needs to talk,” Robby said as they exited.

            Y/N grabbed her stethoscope from the counter and placed it around her neck before following them out of the trauma room. Y/N watched Dana lose her shit with the patients punching each other. She chuckled from the corner as two women went at each other, punching and losing teeth.

            It was the best entertainment of the day besides the ambulance hijack.

            With a chuckle, she brought out her phone. No new messages from Jack, but she texted him the situation. “Anti-Vaxer/anti-mask mom punched another mom when kid wouldn’t wear a mask in waiting room. A tooth got stuck in the knuckle LMAO.”

            Y/N jumped into the MDMA overdose, helping Santos and Dr. Mohan with placing ice in a bucket.

            Robby opened the trauma to look at them. “Hey, can we pick it up in here, please? Overdose is here,” he called out. Y/N glanced up, nodding and giving him a thumbs up.

            The doors opened now, paramedics wheeling in the OD from Pittfest. Y/N glanced up, grabbing gloves to step in.

            “Intubated en route,” paramedic said.

            “We got to cool this lady down. Get some ice packs, head, neck, groin,” Robby called out as they came in. “Send off for a rainbow,” Robby exclaimed.

            “On it,” Santos called out.

            “Heart rate 132, BP 210 over 120,” the paramedic called out.

            “Fuck, that’s high,” Y/N muttered working around them. 

            “Four of Ativan in the field,” someone called out.

            Y/N began packing the body with ice packs before administering medications.

            “Pupils are dilated. Definitely MDMA overdose,” Robby said, shining a pen light into the patient’s eyes. “Dr. Mohan, how do you want to treat the BP?” he called out.

            “Beta blockers?” Mohan replied.

            “No,” Robby replied lowly, “unopposed alpha could kill her. Four more of Ativan, please.”

            Santos got up from grabbing ice to look at Robby. “Seriously?”

            “She might need another 40. Hypertension and tachycardia from MDMA is centrally mediated. Ativan is the drug of choice,” Robby explained, looking at Santos.

            Y/N was working around them. “Fuck. Core temp is 107.3,” she called out.

            Robby nodded at her. “Ok, can we get another hose in here before she fries her brain, please?” Robby called out, clapping his hands together as a way to say ‘hurry up’. “Let’s go. Come on.”

            They continued to work, trying to stabilise her, treating the overdose, cooling her down…it was a journey and absolute teamwork.

            “Ok, on my count. One, two, three,” Robby called out as they moved her into the ice bath. “Gentle, gentle, gentle.”

            Y/N glanced up to the monitors. “Temp’s down to 107.1,” Y/N called out.

            “How long does she need to stay in the ice, Dr. Santos?” Robby asked as they leaned over the ice bath.

            “My PB in the ice is 13 minutes,” Langdon replied.

            “Dr. Santos,” Robby said lowly, scolding Langdon.

            “Until her temp is normal,” Santos replied.

            “Wrong. You pull her out at 102. Otherwise, we could overshoot and cause hypothermia,” Langdon replied.

            “Heart rate 120. Pressure 198 over 116,” Y/N said, walking over to the ice bath. “More Ativan?” she asked.

            “Another four, please!”

            “Why is she on the ice, Dr. Santos?” Langdon asked.

            “To bring her temp down,” she replied.

            “Wow, state the obvious, yet still don’t answer the question,” Langdon retorted.

            “The quicker we bring it down, the less of a chance for permanent damage to the brain, liver, or kidneys,” Dr. Mohan replied, looking at Santos.

            “Exactly,” Langdon replied, pointing at them, then looked over to Robby. “Was she sweating?”

            “Profusely,” Y/N replied, jumping into the action.

            Langdon looked back at Santos. “What if she wasn’t, Santos. What if she was dry as a bone?” he asked.

            “Then we’d have to think anticholinergic overdose, not sympathetic,” Santos replied.

            Silence happened between the two who had tension – Santos and Langdon. Y/N chuckled lowly, shaking her head as she worked around them.

            “Very good,” Robby replied.

            Though Langdon and Santos continued the glare at each other.

            They continued to work around, calling orders, stating facts. The machine continued to beep rapidly.

            “Rectal temp’s down to 105,” Y/N called out.

            “Ok, moving in the right direction,” Robby replied. “We might get lucky here.”

            Dana came in explaining that there was a trauma that had come in. Robby excused himself. Y/N was left there with Langdon, Mohan and Santos working around them trying to stabilise the patient.

            The patient seized, they stabilised her. Then Langdon gave this wild speech about knowing your place in the hospital to Dr. Santos. Y/N watched Langdon go off at her. Her eyes widened, but then Robby interrupted, getting Langdon to leave.

-

Y/N was standing by the nurses’ station writing notes when Crosby, a patient’s dog escaped out of Donnie’s hands and ran towards a rat. She watched as Whitaker handled the situation and killed the rat.

            “What the fuck?” she muttered, raising a brow and shaking her head. “Good going, Kid,” she said.

            Applause happened from that action. Y/N smirked before getting up and walking to the patient with the dog.

            “Hi,” she whispered, appearing at the foot of the bed. Mel looked up to see her.

            “Hi, Y/N,” she said, smiling.

            “Hi, Mel,” Y/N replied. “I couldn’t help but wander over because there’s a dog here,” she said, smirking.

            The patient looked at her. “He’s an emotional support dog for my anxiety,” he replied, holding Crosby close. “Doc said I can keep him with me.”

            Y/N shook her head. “God, no, I’m not here to tell you that he can’t stay. I’m here because I’m a dog lover and I needed to say hi.” Y/N crouched down at the side of the bed, reaching out her hand slowly. “What’s his name?”

            “Crosby,” the patient replied.

            “Great name,” she said, letting the dog sniff her before she began petting him. “Crosby, you’re such a good boy.” The smile on Y/N’s face was priceless. “Can I take a picture? My partner has to see this, he’s a dog guy too.”

            The patient nodded. “Of course. You guys have dogs?”

            Y/N nodded, glancing up at the patient before going back to the dog as she grabbed her phone. “Yeah, we have four.”

            Mel looked up. “Four dogs?” she gasped, shocked.

            “I know, a whole unit as my partner says. He’s ex-military,” Y/N replied, snapping the picture of the dog and sending it to Jack.

            “Wow, you’re brave,” the patient said.

            Y/N chuckled. “Yeah. Winston, Delta, Ranger and Alaka. Three of them rescues, one stubborn dachshund. My partner jokes that we are one stray away from being a farm.”

            They chuckle. “That’s nice that your partner is a dog guy.”

            Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I’m very lucky, but he’s put his foot down on getting another,” she hummed, smirking. “I might smuggle one in. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”

            They all chuckled.

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1600

Y/N was walking to her next patient when she spotted Dana walking in from her smoke break with blood all over her face. Robby ran over to her, and Y/N quickly followed behind.

            “Jesus, Dana. What the fuck happened?” Y/N barked.

            Robby grasped her face, looking her over.

            “It’s ok, ok,” she muttered. “I’m fine.”

            Y/N shook her head. “No, you’re not. Don’t be a superhero right now, Dana,” she replied as Robby pulled her aside.

            Everyone noticed, looking over to Dana as she took a seat. Y/N came back with an ice pack, handing it to her. Robby was kneeling down in front of her.

            “Who punched you?” Y/N asked, looking over Dana as Robby began examining her.

            “Just an unhappy patient,” Dana replied.

            “A patient hit you?” Javadi gasped.

            “Yeah,” Dana replied.

            “Happens all the time. I got my cheek broken,” Princess replied.

            Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I got thrown against the wall once. Twice, actually. Spat on a few times. A patient pulled my ponytail once too,” Y/N muttered. “More common than you think.”

            “I lost a tooth,” someone added.

            “We’ve all been assaulted,” Perlah added.

            Robby glanced around before looking back at Dana. “Did you hit your head?” he asked.

            “Uh, yeah, probably but no LOC, just…just a bloody nose.”

            Y/N came with some supplies, pressing a gauze to her nose. “Ok, pressure,” she said.

            Dana took the gauze from her as Y/N stood behind Robby with her arms crossed.

            “Any trouble seeing? Any double vision?” Robby asked.

            “No,” Dana replied, shaking her head.

            “I’ll grab you new scrubs,” Y/N said, walking away to get scrubs for Dana.

             Robby found Y/N once Dana was sorted, pulling her aside. “Time to be charge nurse now. Dana is out for a bit,” he told her, squeezing her arm. “Can you do this?”

            Y/N smirked. “Used to be the night charge nurse before I was moved to day,” she replied. “Of course I can do this.” She was full-on smiling and Robby just chuckled, shaking his head. “Best thing today.”

            “You’re a little too excited,” he muttered.

            Her face fell. “Oh, right. How’s Dana?”

-

“Ace,” Robby called out as he walked up to the board.

            Y/N was at the computer, looking over the board, editing it and changing it. The job of a charge nurse. She glanced up when she heard her nickname, raising a brow.

            “Yes, Cowboy?” she hummed, smirking. “What can I do for you?”

            Robby stood across from her, coffee in hand. “Which of our patients can we send on their merry way?” he asked. Y/N walked over to stand next to him.

            Y/N looked up at the board that was showcased on a TV. “Right, well, Barry, yoga split lip, moved from North 1 to the hall; Walter, road rash with the rat killing dog, South 20; and Vince, basketball elbow fracture, outside Central 2,” she said, looking up to him.

            Robby nodded. “Ok, you can run another set of vitals on Crosby’s papa and discharge. You can tell Ortho to get their head out of their ass and take Joel Embiid with them. And you can release Yoga Barry, but tell him to refrain from doing any handstands for at least 48 hours,” he told her, sending her a smile.

            “Copy that,” Y/N replied.      

            Then he handed her something. “Jack said you haven’t been responding to his messages. He said to feed you, here,” he told her, handing her a granola bar. “And hydrate.” Then handed her a water bottle.

            Y/N glared at Robby. “I’m fine,” she replied, taking the granola bar. “Why is he being like this?” she whispered more to herself. “Overbearing, my sweet Jackass,” she muttered.

            Robby shrugged. “He knows something is up and he’s trying to be a good partner,” he replied. “Contact the grumpy man so I don’t have to be the messaging owl,” he told her, voice low.

            She rolled her eyes. “I’m at work. He knows that,” she muttered, shaking her head. Then she turned to the group of nurses looking at her. “Scram. You heard the chief, go, go.” Y/N went back to her computer, but Robby stood next to her, leaning over with his elbows on the table. “Hello, Cowboy,” she said, eyes locked on the computer. “What do you need from me?”  

            He just looked over, smiling. “Oh, nothing,” he muttered, shrugging, but there was an obvious smirk then it fell. “You holding up ok?” he asked, voice low.

            Y/N turned her head to look at him, glaring. “Grand. Let’s not do this constantly checking in thing, please.”

            “Noted.” Then Robby looked over. “Hey, Ahmad.” Then walked over to the security guard. “Is Theresa still out in chairs talking to those cops?”

            “Yeah.”

            “Will you do me a favour,” Robby said as Y/N walked over, arms crossed, “and just kind of keep an eye on it? Don’t let her leave without talking to me.”

            “Ok.”

            “Any word on Driscoll?” Robby asked, talking about the man who punched Dana.

            “I issued an alert throughout PTMC security and called the cops with his home address from his chart. They want a statement from Dana,” Ahmed told Robby.

            “She’s in CT. Let’s clear her medically, and then she can decide when she wants to talk to them,” Robby said, glancing over his shoulder to see Y/N alongside other nurses such as Holly, Perlah, Princess and Donnie.

            “What about other hospitals?” Y/N asked. “Have you let them know?”

            “Notified,” Ahmed replied. “Everyone’s on the lookout for this guy, Driscoll.” His eyes were focused on Y/N.

            She nodded as Robby muttered his gratitude before turning to her.

            “Glad to know the authorities are looking for this psycho, but what are you gonna do to protect the rest of us?” Princess asked.

            “Violence against health care workers is a national problem,” Holly told Robby.

            “And it’s only getting worse,” Donnie added.

            Y/N hummed. “No surprise. There’s a nursing shortage everywhere,” she muttered.

            Robby looked over at them before pointing at each of them. “I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you and I hear you. It is unacceptable.”

            Just then, Gloria showed up, and Y/N glanced down, hiding her smirk. Here comes drama…

            As Gloria started to talk to nurses about their problems and Robby began slowly creeping away. Y/N chuckled, leaving the group to follow him.

            “Can I have a sip of your coffee?” she asked, smirking.

            Robby looked at her. “You’ve had four today. I’m cutting you off, Ace,” he said before walking away. “Gonna give yourself a heart attack from all this caffeine.”

-

Y/N was at the nurses’ station, spinning in the chair as she sipped her drink and ate a granola bar Robby got for her. She was at the point of her shift where she was counting down the hours. Three more to go.

            She checked her phone. Jack sent her a picture of the steak he bought, then he sent her another picture of lobster tails he bought. She responded, “True foreplay there. Fuck me right now, Old Man. Pls Jackhammer me rn.” Then smirked before typing, “Beckett’s coming over for dinner, remember.” And he responded instantly with, “Your brother can eat instant ramen. He’s a college kid. Steals all my shit already.” She just smirked.

            “You think Wholey’s will still be open by the time we get off?” Langdon called out as he removed his gown and threw it in a bin. He looked over to the nurses’ station.

            Princess, Perlah, Collins and Y/N were there and all said, “No” at the same time.

            Y/N, however, smirked and said. “Jack just went. He got steak and lobster for dinner. Best fucking Friday ever,” she hummed. “They close at five so you’re the loser,” she said.

            Langdon looked at them. “Damn.” Langdon came over. “Is there room for four more?” he asked Y/N, smirking.

            “No,” she said bluntly. “Get your own fucking man to cook you a gourmet experience. I don’t share.” Then she glanced back down to her computer. “He refuses to cook for Beckett the fancy shit. Grumps something like ‘he’s a college student, he doesn’t deserve this’.”

            Langdon chuckled as he came over. “Fair. Well, I was hoping to surprise Abby and the kids, grill up some salmon for dinner.”

            Y/N chuckled. “Mhmm, such an adrenaline junkie,” she muttered, looking back to her screen.

            “What’d you call me?” Langdon asked, crossing his arms.

            Y/N looked over. “Abby and I are friends. We talk. Facebook friends, too. You and your ice plunges and marathon man. Surprise, here’s a dog. Surprise, here’s some salmon.” Y/N had her shit eating grin as she stared at Langdon.          

            “You and Abby are friends on Facebook?” he asked, confused.

            “I’m friends with everyone on Facebook, Langdon,” she said, looking up.

            “It’s true,” Collins muttered.

            “Called networking,” Y/N hummed, shrugging. “Plus, I love looking at the pictures of your kids.” Langdon rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter of the nurses’ station. “Y/N, if I show up with a bottle of fancy red, would Jack throw me a lobster tail and a cut of steak?” he asked, smirking.

            She gave him a flat look. “He’d throw you out. He would lock the gate on our property. Jack’s territorial. Me, yes, but the grill, extra.”

            Langdon grinned. “I’m coming for your fancy-ass grill setup, your expensive Bronco, Maldives holidays–“       

            “We’ve never been to the Maldives.”

            “Where’d you go last March?”             “Greece,” Y/N said.

            “My point exactly. Jack’s truck which costs more than my salary and then his gun collection that’s worth more than my mortgage,” he told her, raising a brow.

            “Wow, you make me sound like a brat. Wanna spank me, Langdon, put me in my place?” she replied, smirking.

            Langdon choked on his own spit, coughing into his elbow as the nurses around them burst into laughter.

            Princess wheezed. “Best come back,” she replied.

            “This is a HR complaint waiting to happen,” Collins replied as she typed her own patient notes.

            “I’m kidding. God, everyone’s so sensitive. Where’s Robby? He would’ve laughed,” Y/N said. “No, Jack’s the brat. Expensive, high maintenance. I’m from a trailer park, I’m great at chain-smoking, shot gunning beer and paying in food stamps.”

            They all stared at her.

            “You are all deranged,” Perlah muttered.

            Langdon rose a brow. “How are two a thing? Jack and you,” he said, confused.

            Y/N’s eyes widened, and she chuckled. “Genuinely don’t know. I keep him on his toes and fuel his need to feel young.”

            Langdon leaned in closer. “No, he just likes your ass.”

            Y/N didn’t blink. “Correct and my massive rack.”

            Collins placed her hands up. “I’m leaving before this becomes an harassment case.”

            Y/N chuckled. “Regretting buying the dog?” she asked Langdon, smirking. He stared at her. “I’ll take him. Don’t tell Jack. He hates goldendoodles. He says they are man-made, poorly bred dogs. I agree.”

            “You literally have mutts, Y/N,” Langdon muttered.

            Just then, two hands were on the top of Y/N’s chair. She glanced up, seeing that bearded face and tall frame. “Hi, Cowboy,” she hummed.

            “What are you talking about?” Robby asked, looking down.

            “Ah, you know, how it’s time for my weekly spanking,” she replied, smirking. “I’ve been a naughty girl.”

            Robby hummed. “Better bend over then,” he replied.

            “Yes, chief,” she hummed. “Anyway,” she said turning around and handing him a tablet. “Dana’s CT results are back. Not horrible, not perfect.”

            Robby took the tablet and looked over the scans. Langdon came over to look at the screen. “No intracranial haemorrhage, no skull fracture, non-displaced nasal fracture, but the rest of the facial bones look intact.”

            “Any haemorrhaging into the sinuses?” Y/N asked.

            “Nada,” Robby replied, shaking his head.

            “Rad,” Y/N muttered.

            “We could really use her back on the floor,” Langdon explained.

            “What? I’m not living up to Dana’s work ethic as charge nurse?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

            “No,” Langdon just said.

            Y/N stared at him and held her two hands up, flipping him off with her middle finger as she got up to check on Dana to get orders.

-

Y/N was back looking over the board when she spotted Dana walking up to her.

            “Hi, sweetheart,” she mused, nudging her shoulder into Y/N.

            “Hi, Mama,” Y/N replied, smirking. “How are you doing?”

            “Ah, alive. I’m taking you off duty,” she said.

            Y/N smiled. “Well, I enjoyed my time,” she mumbled before walking towards where Robby went.

            Y/N watched the whole scene unfold. She was around the corner, leaning against the wall, when she heard the spitfire of Robby and Langdon. How Langdon had been taking medications to “wean” himself off. Benzos. She listened, and her heart stung. Never had she heard Robby so disappointed in someone. Y/N took slow breaths, hearing everything.

            Slowly, once she heard silence, she popped her head around the corner and made eye contact with Robby.

            He stared at her for a moment. No one said anything. Then she mumbled, “Robby–“

            “Y/N,” he snapped, voice low and harsh. “Don’t.” He held up a hand. She bit her bottom lip.

            “He’s not an addict,” she whispered.

            Robby groaned, running a hand through his hair down his face and through his beard. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he muttered, looking at the floor. “He is stealing fucking benzos–“

            “My mother was an opioid and benzo user. It was Valium at first, then it went to Vicodin. Then heroin. She did benzos while pregnant with me. Did opioids when pregnant with Beckett. I’m shocked that Beckett didn’t get neonatal abstinence syndrome. If he did, he would’ve been taken from my life,” she muttered. “I know an addict when I see one. I can sniff it out…he’s not an addict,” she muttered. “He’s a guy going through something hard. Withdrawal from benzos is hard. Impossible without medical help.”

            “He could’ve gotten medical help, Y/N,” he bit.

            “He was struggling. Things like this make you do things you don’t even know”

            “That’s a definition of an addict,” he replied.

            Y/N shook her head. “He’s not an addict. He’s functional, he’s coherent, he’s here.”

            Robby stared at her for a moment. Unsure of what to say. She knew anger was radiating off him like a furnace. She took a step, and he held his hand up. Shaking his head. “You don’t know about this,” he muttered. “You never saw this.”

            Y/N nodded. “I’m not going to speak–“

            “If you speak about this to anyone, even to Jack, I will tell Jack about the miscarriage,” he hissed under his breath.

            Y/N froze.

            The air felt sucked out of her lings as she stared at Robby. Her heart thudded in her ears. Her breath hitched as her brows furrowed. “What the fuck did you just say?” she whispered.

            He didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. Just kept his hands on his hips, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor like he hated himself for even saying it.

            “I’m not going to repeat myself. You heard me,” he eventually said, voice tight. “I don’t want to do it, don’t push me, Y/N.”

            Y/N was in complete shock. Staring at the man whom she would call a great friend and the way he just muttered something so personal. A threat.

            “You have no fucking right,” she whispered, heavy breaths. “That is not your secret to tell, Michael.”

            “And neither is Langdon’s,” Robby snapped. He looked up them, finally meeting her gaze. “We are all protecting people we care about. Don’t make me choose who to protect.”

            Y/N stared at him, stunned. The betrayal was thick, landing heavy on her chest as she stared at a man who she thought would never hurt her.

            She then just nodded, looking at the floor and smirked, shaking her head. “Fuck you, Michael Robinavitch.” They stared at one another for a moment before Y/N turned, without a word and walked away, heart pounding, fists clenched and absolute disappointment.

-

1700

Y/N was pulled into a birth with Dr. Collins. The patient came in labour and crowning. Working around one another, Y/N was setting up a birth kit.

            “What have we got?” Robby called out as he entered the trauma room, pulling gloves on.

            Y/N glanced up, looking at the man before shaking her head and turning her back to him. She was angry, yes, but disappointed.

            “39 weeks, crowning after a SROM,” Collins called out.

            “Hi, Mom. I’m the attending. I’m Dr. Robinavitch,” Robby said, walking over and checking the status of the birth.

            “I’m Natalie, but I’m not the mom,” the patient said.

            Just then, another man came in. “What’s happening?”

            “You got here just in time. Uh, we’re the dads. Natalie’s my best friend and surrogate. We both teach fourth grade and even share classrooms,” Natalie’s friend said, Justin.

            Y/N turned around, smiling. “Aw, wonderful,” she hummed.

            Robby glanced over to look at her, but she dodged his eyes.

            “Same room, same womb,” Natalie said as she took deep breaths.

“We’ve been urging her to stop saying that,” Justin said, chuckling.

All smiles went around.

“I’ve got the prenatal bag and let me pull up the birthing playlist on my phone,” the other dad said, Sam.

Dr. Collins chuckled awkwardly. “It’s time,” she announced.

“Fuck Beyoncé. Fuck her,” Natalie screamed out.

Y/N watched behind Collins as the baby slowly came out. Deep breathing, screams and joy. She was full on smiling as she crossed her arms over her chest, standing there and watching as this happened. Robby glanced over to her, seeing her stare at this. He took a deep breath before looking back at the birth.

However, baby got stuck on the pelvis bone.

“Mel, I’ll have you help with the McRoberts manoeuvre,” Collins said as she looked up to see Mel.

“Of course,” Mel replied, coming over.

“Hey, Natalie…we’re going to lift your knees up to your chest now,” Collins said.

Y/N was on Natalie’s side, grasping her knees and helping pull them up.

“Doing great,” Y/N whispered to her. “So good.”

“Just, is this the worst you’ve ever seen me?” Natalie asked.

“This is the most I’ve ever seen of you,” Justin replied.

“You’re beautiful,” Sam, the other dad, replied.

“All right, a little suprapubic pressure here,” Robby said, pressing his hands on her. “You’re going to feel me pressing on your bladder.”

Y/N glanced at her watch. “Two minutes since head delivery,” she called out.

“Fetal heart rate looks good, normal variability,” the L&D nurse called out.

“You’re doing great, Nat,” Justin said.

“Feel free to step in and take over,” she fired back to him.

Y/N chuckled, glancing up, but she was met with Robby’s eyes, instantly she broke the gaze.

“Ah, another one’s coming!” Natalie called out.

“Give me a big push!” Collins called out.

“Ok, Natalie, here we go. You got this,” Robby called out.

The push came, but then the monitors started to rapidly beep. Y/N looked at Collins and Robby, glancing over the knee to see the baby coming out. She knew what was wrong.

“Late decel,” the L&D nurse called out.

Robby met Y/N’s eyes again after he muttered her name. “Ok, can you call Dr. Ingram and tell him to come down here, please, from the NICU?” Robby asked Y/N. She nodded, turning to go make the call.

“What’s happening?” Natalie asked.

“The baby’s heart rate has slowed,” Robby said, taking off his zip up hoodie, “which could be a sign of distress.” He was moving hastily.

“So, what do we do?” one of the dad’s called out.

“We deliver this baby,” Collins replied.

“We got this. We got this,” Robby muttered, gowning up. Then he looked at Y/N. “Y/N, can you call the OR and tell them to prep for a possible crash C-Section?” Y/N nodded.

They continued to work. Robby had his hands inside the vaginal cavity, helping Natalie with getting this baby out. Y/N was back, helping next to him.

Eventually, with one final push, the baby was out. A smile instantly came to Y/N’s face.

“We got a baby boy!” Robby called out.       

-

Y/N went back to the nurses’ station, sitting down at one of the chairs as she ate pizza that Robby ordered. She could feel stares on her. With a raised brow, she slowly turned to look over her shoulder.

            Perlah and Princess were staring at her. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she tilted her head. “You two know something…what’s the gossip?” Y/N asked, smirking as she looked at them. Perlah and Princess looked at each other before looking back at Y/N. “Seriously, tell me. I need to know,” Y/N muttered, chuckling as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Need some good drama to make my life better.”

            “You and Robby are close,” Princess said. “Like close-close.”

            Y/N raised a brow. “We are friends,” she said carefully.

            “And Dr. Abbot is good friends with Robby,” Perlah added.

            Y/N slowly nodded. “Well, yeah. More like brothers,” she said casually, shrugging. “What are you two spinning?” she asked, brow raised.

            “Do you know what happened with Langdon?” Princess eventually asked.

            Y/N knew. She knew it, of course. However, she just shook her head. “What happened with Langdon?”

            “Robby dismissed him for the day. He went home,” Princess said. “You didn’t know?”

            “I was with a patient helping to deliver a baby for the last forty minutes or so,” Y/N stated. “I don’t know a thing that has happened out here in the rodeo ring.”

            Perlah leaned forward on the counter, lowering her voice like she couldn’t help herself. “They were fighting. Not like subtle doctor bickering, like actual shouting. Robby laid into him.”

            Y/N nodded, trying to play it cool and instead stuffed her face with pizza. “Robby shouting? In public?”

            Princess nodded. “They were by the lockers.”

            Y/N chewed slowly, buying time. She swallowed, then played dumb. “It’s probably cause Santos got under Langdon’s skin,” she muttered, shrugging.

            “Y/N,” Perlah said, eyes narrowing. “Robby came back to the nurses’ station shaking. He looked like he was going to throw a punch.”

            Y/N scoffed. “Robby does not punch. He is not a physical guy. Tall, broad and handsome, but a teddy bear at heart. Watch out for Jack,” she said casually, shrugging. “He’d throw a punch. Or me, I would too. I did come from the streets,” she muttered, turning back to the computer.

            Silence happened for a second before Princess said, “You know.”

            Y/N shook her head. “I know nothing.”

            “You’re sleeping with the authority, of course you know something,” Princess added.

            Y/N turned around to look at them. “I’m not sleeping with Robby. Never have, never will,” she said, smirking. “But the man I am sleeping with isn’t even here. So, no authority here.”

            They glared at her. “You know,” Perlah muttered.

            “Robby is having a tough day,” she added, “just leave him alone. Langdon probably got on his nerves.”

            “Robby wasn’t yelling like a boss. He was yelling like a friend. Like someone got betrayed,” Princess muttered.

            Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. Her stomach twisted slightly, but she kept her tone light. “You two are trying to make this into something it isn’t. I’m sitting here eating my pizza, don’t ruin my peace.”

            The two nurses looked at each other, then spoke something in Tagalog. Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head and continued to eat her pizza.

            “I love you both, but I’m not in the mood to deep dive into the emotional failings of grown men today,” Y/N muttered. “I’ll leave that to therapy and Instagram reels.” Then she got up, grabbing her plate and smiling at them. “Cheers.” She held up her pizza in a way like she was going to make a toast.

            “You’re a terrible liar!” Perlah called after her.

-

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Chester and Norris: Are they really Jon and Martin?

Wrong question imo! The BETTER question is: How MUCH of Jon and Martin are Chester and Norris?

The fact is these programs have SOME link to Jon and Martin, Jonny and Alex would not be voicing them otherwise, so what it comes down to is how much of a link?

Because it could be that it’s ONLY their voices. Annabelle explained to Jon that the tapes belonged to the Web, and that by “taking his voice” Jon was therefore bound to the Web and the other fears by extension. It’s entirely possible that when the Fears left Archives’ universe, they brought Jon (and Martin as he was also on the tapes) voices over with them, but JUST the voices. Nothing else. It’s just a coat of paint over the entities methods of collection, Chester and Norris aren’t Jon and Martin anymore than glasses are the person wearing them

But I’m not sure that’s the case. There’s a lot of holes there. The main one being: why? If it is just hollow voices, then why? What’s the purpose of the fears using them? It’s only been two episodes, so it might be answered later, but let’s talk about the second possibility

Chester and Norris ARE Jon and Martin, they just aren’t aware. When Martin “cut the tether” in episode 200, he didn’t cut the Fears away from Jon, he cut the Fears away from the world and at that point, as the Pupil of the Eye, Jon was part of the fears. Since Martin was in the panopticon when they went, he went too.

And now we have a disembodied Jon and Martin existing in a dazed but still hungry state. They seek out whatever’s familiar and since there’s no Magnus Institute, they go to the OIAR, get into their system, and read out any “real” statements they can find. Feeding off of them.

In this possibility, Jon and Martin are effectively asleep. They aren’t aware of what they’re doing really, just going by their new instincts/nature. But I think the more they feed, the more conscious they’ll become, and we’ll start to Chester and Norris break script. Stutter over a word. Add words. Things that a text to speech program simply CAN’T do even if glitched to shit

What complicates this possibility is the fact that Alice said they only showed up a year ago when it’s implied the OIAR has existed much longer than that as well as the fears in this world. It could be they move from place to place feeding off what they can, and when that’s bled dry, they move somewhere else? If they’re as intertwined with the fears as this theory implies, they could exist across infinite universes, staying alive like this

I’m not sure! It’s super interesting tho. I think the saddest ending would be if it’s never really answered, and Jon becomes, at least in some ways, a mystery

[tinybeetiny]

Build-A-Boyfriend Chapter 4: The Launch

->Starring:AI!AteezXAfab!Reader ->Genre: Dystopian ->CW: Nothing... I don't think

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Three Days Before Launch

Yn sat at the end of a long obsidian table in the KQ executive boardroom, fingers curled around a cup of synth-coffee she hadn’t touched. The caffeine wouldn’t help, not when her nerves were wired with something stronger: apprehension.

Across from her, Vira stood in front of a hovering holo-screen. The countdown glowed in red: 72:00:00.

Around them, the room buzzed with anticipation. Designers scrolled through render files, marketing heads exchanged notes, and legal advisors whispered about patent loopholes.

"This is more than a product drop," said Minji, the campaign lead. "This is a cultural resurrection."

Another executive leaned forward. "No other line has had this kind of public response. The leaked silhouettes alone doubled our engagement metrics."

Yn sat still, letting the chatter roll over her. They spoke in metrics. Not names. Not people.

The lights dimmed. Silence fell. A projection bloomed mid-air, grainy, nostalgic.

Fan cam footage: Eight boys on a stage. Sweat gleamed beneath harsh lights. Music thumped. Screams echoed. They danced like wildfire, sharp, chaotic, alive. Faces flashed by: Wooyoung’s wink, Seonghwa’s elegant turn, Mingi’s booming laugh, Jongho’s defiant grin.

Then came behind-the-scenes clips. Interviews. A voice asked, “What’s the first thing you’ll do after the tour?”

Yeosang: “Sleep for three days.” Hongjoong: “Write the next album.” San: “Miss everyone.”

The screen faded to black. Golden text appeared:

THE ATEEZ LINE PREMIUM COMPANION MODELS DESIGNED FROM MEMORY, BUILT FOR FOREVER

Light applause broke the silence. Vira smiled faintly. “They were legends once. Now they’re immortal.”

Yn nodded, voice quiet. "Their personalities were... complex."

"Which is exactly why they'll connect," Minji replied. Consumers want someone who feels real. That’s where your emotional mapping comes in."

"The emulation cores are holding," Y/N said. "Speech libraries are contextualizing. We’ve minimized memory cross-contamination."

"Any anomalies?" Vira asked.

Yn hesitated. "No. All units are compliant."

Vira turned away. "Good. Let’s keep them that way."

The lab was dim when Yn returned that evening.

The eight Ateez units stood in sleek formation within their charging docks, bathed in a soft amber glow. Their uniforms, black with silver accents, evoked memory and allure.

She walked slowly down the line.

Unit 01: Hongjoong. Still. Poised. "Evening, Captain," she murmured. His eyes remained closed. Unit 02: Seonghwa. Graceful, always. “He would’ve loved the ad.” Unit 03: Yunho. She adjusted his stabilizer. "Still too charming for public safety." Unit 04: Yeosang. His standby expression seemed... sad. Unit 05: San. Warm, gentle. Programmed for kindness. Remembered for sacrifice. Unit 06: Mingi. She hesitated. Something felt off, but the logs were clean. Unit 07: Wooyoung. Playful. Arresting. Perfect, even in stillness. Unit 08: Jongho. Strongest. Quietest. Most unchanged.

“All green,” she said. “You’ll be gods by Friday.”

She left her tablet beside Hongjoong.

That night, the lab should have slept.

The lights dimmed to power-saving mode. Cameras blinked red every thirty seconds.

And then—

A click.

The light above Unit 03 flickered. Yunho’s head tilted. Not in his loop.

Unit 06, Mingi, flexed his fingers. One. Two. Three.

Unit 08, Jongho, opened his eyes. Brief. Intentional.

On the desk, the tablet lit up:

[UNRECOGNIZED NEURAL SPIKE DETECTED] [LOG ERROR] [RESTARTING...]

Then, Hongjoong turned his head.

Toward the tablet.

As if he’d been listening all along.

From San came a hum. Low. Melodic. Familiar.

Turbulence.

No flags. No alarms.

Yeosang shifted, barely.

Seonghwa clenched his jaw. Then relaxed.

Had Yn been there, she would’ve sworn he looked... protective.

Launch Day: 00:00:00

The showroom exploded in light.

Above the stage, a holographic countdown ticked to zero. 00:00:03… 00:00:02… 00:00:01—

The floor pulsed. A shockwave of light rippled outward with the first beat of a remixed “Answer” — slower, darker, resonant.

A hundred drones formed glowing letters in the air: ATEEZ LINE: GENESIS

The crowd surged. Press. Buyers. Influencers. Phones up. Eyes wide.

Holograms lit the walls, showcasing model features: combat loadouts, performance modes. A digital Hongjoong wielded a mic-blade. A projected Wooyoung danced through gunfire.

Yn stood beside Vira. The woman looked radiant.

The stage split. Fog billowed.

A platform rose. Eight silhouettes. Heads bowed.

The remix hit its crescendo.

Lights flared.

And the ATEEZ LINE was revealed.

Perfect. Sculpted. Uniformed.

Their movements synched with the beat. Smiles calibrated. Just enough to feel familiar. Just enough to ache.

A girl in the front row screamed.

Unit 05, San, turned.

Not programmed.

He tilted his head. Found her.

Smiled. Too real. Yn froze.

Unit 07, Wooyoung, tossed a finger heart. Then leaned toward Jongho.

Whispered.

Unit 08, Jongho, laughed.

Not a loop. Not a macro.

Alive.

No system flags. No diagnostics tripped.

But Yn felt it.

Something shifted.

Behind her, a reporter whispered, “Wasn’t Jongho the one who—?”

“No questions about the past,” Vira cut in. “They’re ours now. All future. No ghosts.”

But Yn looked at the models again.

And one ghost looked right back at her.

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Summary: You met a new girl at a university event, immediately drawn in by her friendly, outgoing nature. Before you knew it, she invited you to a small party where she hinted you could make some valuable connections. Little did you realize, networking with a biker gang wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for boosting your CV.

tags: Laws Ex, your first little argument with Law, Kid and Killer cameo

a.n.: I've a soft spot for Kid and Killer.

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"Do you really want to go to this?" Law grumbled, his voice tinged with irritation as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He never had patience for events like these—listening to famous doctors drone on with the same recycled speeches about how med students were the future, how they were going to change the world. It was all so cliché to him.

But you, with a wide, enthusiastic grin, nodded. You would’ve loved it if Law joined you, but you knew better than to push him. He was clearly not in the mood. The fact that he was walking you to the lecture hall was already enough for you.

"Alright, fine," he sighed, his tone softening slightly. "If the guy actually says something useful, let me know." His irritated expression shifted into a familiar, amused grin.

"I will, but you’re missing out," you teased, knowing full well that Law wasn’t about to change his mind.

He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "Yeah, huge loss," he said as sarcasm was dripping with every word. "Anyway, I’m gonna hit the library. Text me when you’re done, alright?" With that, he reached over and gave your cheek a quick, playful squeeze. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture—it wasn’t like Law to show affection in public. And, well… you two weren’t officially together yet. “Dating” was probably a more fitting term. You met up regularly, switched from texting to phone calls—since he was terrible at texting—and usually ended up spending the night together.

"Will do. See ya," you said, giving him a smile before turning to enter the lecture hall.

As Law made his own way to the library, neither of you noticed the young woman standing off to the side, her gaze lingering on your exchange with something close to resentment. Once Law was out of sight, she slipped inside the lecture hall, her eyes scanning the room until she found you.

It was already filling up with students taking their seats and chatting quietly as they waited for the presentation to start. The woman’s eyes narrowed as she spotted an empty spot next to you. She approached with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" she asked, her voice sugary sweet.

You looked up from your bag, mid-rummage, and smiled politely back. "No, go ahead."

She sat down, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours as she introduced herself. "I’m Yuki, by the way."

"Y/N," you replied with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you."

Yuki’s smile didn’t waver, though internally she bristled.

She could’ve ripped that smile off your stupid face.

"Haven’t seen you around here before," she remarked casually, pulling out her iPad.

You shrugged, letting out a small chuckle. "I tend to keep to myself. No offense to everyone in our program, but I’ve already got my little friend group."

It was true, but the words came out sounding very much like something Law would say. And Yuki hated you for it. She knew all too well there was something going on between you two—she’d seen the way you interacted, the way he looked at you. And it drove her crazy. In her mind, Law leaving her had been a mistake, and his friends were to blame, always meddling in his life. He was happier with her. He had been, at least—that’s what she told herself.

But for now, she kept up the pleasant facade. After all, what was the saying? Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

And you, in her eyes, were most definitely the enemy.

Yuki had done an excellent job masking her true feelings. To you, she seemed perfectly nice—friendly, even—and you didn’t mind her keeping you company during the dull wait for the presentation to start.

“By the way, you heard of this awesome party next week?” she asked casually, glancing at you. The question caught you off guard, and you blinked at her, puzzled.

“No, not really,” you said, shaking your head.

Yuki’s eyes widened, feigning surprise. “Really? You should definitely come, a lot of med students are there too, its great to make connections as well.”

You were a bit taken aback by her friendliness and the sudden offer, thinking about it. You didn’t knew her, yet she seemed pretty nice. You barley attended those kind of party, usually you just took part of a good old house party you friends threw occasionally. Building some connections for later on didn’t sound too bad either.

“Sure why not,” you replied with a smile.

Without hesitation, Yuki pulled out her phone, and the two of you quickly exchanged numbers.

As you saved her contact, Yuki mentally applauded your naïveté, her smile growing just a little sharper.

The event began soon after, and the two of you fell into silence, listening to the speaker drone on about the future of medicine and the importance of innovation. At first, it was engaging, but after a while, your attention started to fade. Law had been right—this was a snoozefest. You sighed quietly, trying to suppress a yawn as the presenter rambled on, his speech feeling more and more empty with each passing minute.

When it finally ended, you felt drained, like the life had been sucked out of you.

“God, that was a waste of time,” you mumbled under your breath as you started packing up your things.

Yuki chuckled beside you, though she was already hurriedly gathering her belongings. She seemed almost nervous, moving with more urgency than the situation warranted. She didn't want to risk bumping into Law.

“Yeah, total waste��� Anyway, I’ve gotta run and catch the bus. You’ll hear from me soon, alright?”

You blinked, surprised by her sudden rush. She was already standing, ready to bolt, her polite smile looking a bit forced. “Uh, sure,” you said, still sitting, unsure of what had sparked her sudden haste.

Yuki flashed you a quick smile before darting down the stairs, moving as if she couldn’t get out of the lecture hall fast enough. You watched her disappear, frowning slightly. Weird, you thought, shrugging it off as you took your time gathering your own things.

As you exited the hall, Law was already waiting outside, leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face. You felt a wave of relief.

"How was it?" Law asked, eyebrow raised, already suspecting your answer.

“Terrible,” you sighed, falling into step with him.

"Told you."

As you walked, Yuki’s sudden departure lingered in your mind. Something about it didn’t sit right, but you shook the feeling off. After all, she seemed nice… right?

Yuki still lingered in your mind days later, especially after she followed you on Instagram so quickly. How had she even found your profile? You shrugged it off, not wanting to overthink it. Maybe she was just really enthusiastic about the party today. Who knew?

“You’ve been glued to your phone a lot lately,” he commented, glancing at you over the rim of his cup before setting it down. He’d noticed your recent surge in texting but hadn’t asked until now. What he didn’t know was that it was his Ex  you were messaging.

"Ah, sorry," you said, locking your screen and sliding the phone aside. "I met this girl at that lecture the other day. She invited me to the med party I told you about."

Law’s reaction was immediate—a groan of disapproval as he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “You still want to go? Seriously, don’t waste your time.”

“What? Why not?” you asked, frowning, unsure why he seemed so against the idea.

He shrugged, eyes rolling as if it was obvious. "It’s just a bunch of future doctors jerking themselves off and getting trashed. Ego trips everywhere.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his bluntness. "Yeah, but I could use the connections, right? Networking is kind of important."

Law’s eyes narrowed slightly, his skepticism clear. “If you’re a good doctor, you don’t need to rely on that.”

You scoffed, half-amused and half-annoyed now. “Easy for you to say, Mr. ‘I-grew-up-in-a-hospital.’ You’ve had all the connections handed to you since day one.”

Law’s expression hardened, clearly irritated now. “Are we seriously doing this again? You gotta stop bringing that up.”

You knew it was a sore spot for him, but you were frustrated too. Law had connections, mentors, resources—you had none of that. To you, this med party was more than just an excuse to drink; it was a way to get ahead, to build relationships that might help you down the line. But Law didn’t seem to get that.

“You don’t understand,” you muttered, standing up abruptly. “I don’t have what you have, Law. I have to work for this.”

“I never said you didn’t,” he shot back, a little harsher than he meant. “But I’m telling you, these things are just ego-fests. Don’t expect anything real to come out of it.”

“Well, I’m going,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

Law sighed, running a hand through his hair. He could tell you were annoyed, but he wasn’t about to start a fight over something so trivial. “Fine. Do whatever you want.”

His dismissiveness stung, and the tension between you simmered.

Without another word, you stormed off to your room to get ready, leaving Law at the table. He just sat there, watching you go, now scrolling through his phone with a sigh. The silence between you felt heavier than usual.

“Call me if you need a ride,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter, as if he was offering an olive branch.

But you were still too frustrated to take it. “No need,” you shot back sharply, the words colder than you intended.

Law raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting. The tension in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. He scoffed lightly, more out of frustration than anything else, and leaned back in his chair, not wanting to push further. Whatever, if that’s how you wanted it.

As you pulled on your jacket and grabbed your bag, you could feel his eyes on you, but neither of you said anything. The silence had stretched too far, and now neither of you knew how to break it.

You left the apartment without another word, both of you too stubborn to fix the crack that had opened between you.

As you made your way to the location Yuki had sent you, an uneasy feeling began to gnaw at your gut. The place she directed you to didn’t scream “meds party”—it looked more like an abandoned building, graffiti covering the cracked walls. A bunch of motorcycles were parked haphazardly outside, while a few guys leaned against them, already looking wasted, bottles in hand.

You hesitated, your heart starting to race as you dialed Yuki’s number quickly. The longer you stood there, the worse this felt.

“Hey, uhm… are you sure this is the right place?” you asked when she picked up, trying to keep the nervousness out of your voice.

“Yeah, for sure! I’m running a little late, but go on inside! It’s chill, I promise. Have some fun till I get there, okay? See ya soon!” Yuki’s voice was cheerful, almost too carefree for the vibe you were getting.

“Wait, Yuki—” You started, but she hung up before you could finish. You sighed, staring at your phone. Great.

With a deep breath, you glanced back at the house. It felt off—so wrong in every way. But maybe you were just overthinking it? After all, Yuki had seemed so genuine.

You approached cautiously, feeling eyes from the people outside follow you as you neared the door. A group of guys laughed loudly, one of them muttering something under his breath as you passed. The heavy thrum of music seeped out from inside, as you pushed the door open.

The lighting was dim, shadows stretching across the room as heavy metal blared from old speakers. Your heart hammered in your chest, every instinct screaming at you to leave. This wasn’t right. You scanned the room quickly, searching for any familiar faces what so ever. Nothing. Just strangers—rough-looking strangers.

You turned back, ready to leave and forget this whole thing, but before you could reach the door, a large hand slammed it shut. Slowly you faced the person behind you, to find a tall, muscular guy blocking your way. His wild red hair and the predatory grin on his lips gave you goosebumps, not to mention his eyes lingering on you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“Look what we got here…” he drawled, leaning in closer. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and you took a step back, trying to put some distance between you.

“Uh, sorry. Got the wrong party,” you mumbled, your voice shaky as you reached for the door handle. But he didn’t move. If anything, his grin widened.

“Wrong party?” he laughed, his voice carrying over the music. “Hey, Killer, this chick says she’s at the wrong party!”

From another room, a man with long, messy blond hair appeared, just as broad and intimidating as the redhead. His blue eyes gleamed with amusement, and his high-pitched, manic laugh only made your stomach drop further. The name didn’t help either.

“Cmon Kid, let her go. You are scaring her.”  the blond said, stepping closer and crossing his arms, his biceps flexing as he loomed over you.

Your pulse spiked as your back hit the door. You glanced between them, heart racing. “I don’t want any trouble. I think I got the wrong address,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, though fear was clawing at your throat.

The redhead, apparently named Kid, laughed again. “You? Trouble?” He eyed you again and let out an amused laugh. “Doubt that princess. But you know, it’s pretty rude not to stay for at least one drink.” It wasn’t hard to see the challenge behind his words, a challenge you denied with a frantic head shake.

“Leave it Kid,” Killer chuckled, though there was no warmth in his voice. He stepped even closer, blocking off any hope of an exit.

You swallowed hard, every instinct telling you to run, but you were trapped between them. Your fingers itched for your phone, to call Law or anyone for help. This wasn’t just a misunderstanding anymore—it was dangerous.

“I—really—I’m just trying to leave,” you managed to say, your voice tighter now, laced with panic. Your eyes darted toward the door, but Kid’s massive hand stayed firmly in place, keeping it shut.

Suddenly, the blond man’s grabbed Kid’s wrist, his gaze unreadable. “Seriously, enough man,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a weight of authority. Kid shot him an irritated look but released his hold on the doorframe, muttering, “Asshole,” under his breath before losing interest entirely and wandering off into the chaos of the party.

You finally exhaled, your chest tight from holding your breath. Relief washed over you, but your heart was still racing as you looked up at the blond man. “Thank you.”

He shrugged, his tone casual as if the whole thing was no big deal. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here before someone else wants a piece of you.”

His nonchalance was unsettling, but you didn’t argue. You simply nodded and followed him as he opened the door, walking you outside. The moment you stepped back into the night air, you felt the weight lift off your shoulders every so slightly. The people outside, who had been eyeing you earlier, now ignored you completely, probably because Killer was body guarding you.

Standing on the sidewalk, you fumbled with your phone, trying to call Law. Your hands were still shaking, and you kept glancing around nervously, as if expecting someone to jump out at you. When the call finally connected, Law’s sharp voice cut through the line.

“What?”

His tone was icy, and the sudden harshness made your throat tighten, words sticking in your mouth. You stood there frozen, feeling even more vulnerable. The blond man watched you silently for a moment before sighing, taking the phone from your trembling hands.

“Yo,” he greeted, his voice steady but neutral.

There was a brief silence on the other end before Law’s tone darkened. “Who the fuck is this?”

The blond raised an eyebrow at the intensity in Law’s voice but stayed calm. “Chill, man. Pick up your girlfriend. She’s at the wrong party.”

There was a pause, and Killer could practically feel the tension building on Law’s end. “What do you mean wrong party?” he snapped.

Killer glanced at you, then back at the phone. “No clue. She just showed up here, freaked out, said something about wrong address. Anyway, come get her. This ain’t her scene.”

Law’s voice was clipped but calmer now, sensing the urgency. “Give me ten. Send me the location.”

Killer sighed again as he handed the phone back to you. His expression was unreadable, though, there was almost a hint of pity in his eyes, as if he wasn’t sure whether you were trembling from shock or the cold.

“He’ll be here soon. You’re out of this,” he said, his voice calm, almost reassuring. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

Killer stayed with you outside, his presence both comforting and unsettling. He wasn’t saying much, but it was clear he didn’t want to leave you alone with the lingering partygoers. You found yourself wondering what kind of people they were—what kind of place this was—that even he felt the need to stick around and make sure you were safe. The air was thick with tension, and every noise from the party made your heart jump.

When you finally heard the familiar low rumble of Law’s motorcycle in the distance, your eyes snapped up. As he pulled up to the curb, he cut the engine and took off his helmet, his eyes immediately locking onto you. The sight clearly unsettled him, and you could almost see the curse forming on his lips, blaming your new friend for the whole drama.

Killer slid his hands into his pockets, offering Law a brief nod. “Nice machine,” he commented, glancing at Law’s motorcycle.

Law’s gaze was distant, focused on you but acknowledging Killer’s presence with the barest of nods. “Thanks for looking out for her,” he finally said, his voice tight as he passed the second helmet to you.

You didn’t waste any time, quickly taking the helmet and climbing onto the back of Law’s bike, your hands trembling as you secured it on.  

Killer shrugged at Law’s thanks, watching as he started the engine and the two of you sped off into the night.

During the ride, Law could feel how tightly you held onto him—tighter than usual. There was no need for words. The brief argument the two of you had earlier seemed irrelevant now. All that mattered was getting you home safe.

"What do you mean, she was sure it was the right address?" Law asked, his voice tight with concern.

Back at home, you were curled up next to Law on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with a cup of tea warming your hands. Law sat beside you, his brows furrowed, filled with worry. You shrugged and sniffled, your eyes still glassy from the overwhelming emotions.

"I-I don’t know," you mumbled. "Yuki said it was the place..."

"Yuki?" Law interrupted, his entire posture shifting. At the mention of the name, tension rippled through him, his muscles tightening like he was bracing for something.

You blinked at him, surprised by the sudden change. "Y-Yeah...?" you replied, voice trembling, eyes red and filled with sadness. Seeing you like this—so hurt, so vulnerable—shattered something inside him.

Law's heart ached, but his mind raced. He had a sinking suspicion about what was going on. Could it really be her?

“D-Do you know her or something?"

He hesitated. How could he explain? If Yuki was involved—if it was the Yuki he thought it was—this was even more twisted than he'd imagined. It wasn’t just a biker gang party you'd been lured into; it could have been intentional.

Law wanted to be absolutely sure he wasn’t unfairly blaming some random girl with the same name. His gut told him something was off, but he needed proof. "Do you have anything on her? A profile picture, social media... anything?"

You nodded and unlocked your phone. Law leaned in, his expression tense as he focused on the screen.

After a moment of heavy silence, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N... That's my Ex."

"H-Huh?" you blinked at him, still sniffling, confusion clouding your face. The way you looked at him—like a lost, hurt puppy—made his heart ache. He didn’t want to pile this on top of everything else, but you deserved to know the truth. None of this was your fault.

"She’s... not stable," Law admitted, his voice low and strained. He shifted closer to you, gently reaching for your hand. "I think she did this on purpose..."

You tightened your grip on his hand, slowly processing what he was telling you. At first, your face was unreadable. Intentional? Laws Ex lured you intentionally, to a biker gang?

Flicker of something darker crossed your expression.

It was anger.

"Wait... so this bitch" you sniffed one last time and pointed at you phone, her profile still visible "sent me to some disgusting biker gang party because she’s still obsessed with you?" Your voice rose, sharp with frustration. Was it your possessiveness over Law? The humiliation of being tricked? Or the sheer outrage at the danger you'd been put in? You weren’t sure, but it boiled up inside you, igniting a fire you couldn’t contain.

You had even fought with Law before you left that night, all because of Yuki’s twisted lie.

Law watched, a bit taken aback as your emotions shifted from sadness to rage. The broken look in your eyes was replaced with pure fury, he’d never seen you like this before.

"I could’ve died, Law! I’m not exaggerating—one of those guys was named Killer!" You clutched his hand so hard now, it almost hurt.

"Y/N, calm down—"

"Calm down?!" you snapped, glaring at him. "Your psycho ex tried to get me killed, and you want me to calm down?! Why do you even stick you dick into crazy?!”

Law was caught off guard, not just by your anger but by your comment. He had heard the same accusations countless times from Shachi and Penguin. Now you, too.

"When did you even meet this... this, this clown?!" you demanded, clearly too furious to come up with a better insult. The heat of the moment had your mind racing so fast, and that made Law smirk just a little. He couldn’t help it—seeing you all riled up and possessive over him was oddly amusing.

"Start of uni," he answered casually. "Didn’t last long though. A year."

"A year?!" you threw your hands up in disbelief. "And she’s still obsessing over you?"

He couldn’t resist grinning, and that only made your frustration spike.

You glared at him, baffled by his amusement. "Why are you smiling like that? You think this is funny?"

Law chuckled. "You’re cute when you’re angry."

"Oh, shut up!" You snatched a pillow from the couch and chucked it at him, but the edge in your voice softened as a small laugh slipped out despite your situation. You were still furious, but the tension in the room had shifted. Knowing this was all part of Yuki’s twisted jealousy was terrifying, but also... it wasn’t your fault. And Law clearly knew how she was. Somehow, that gave you a sense of safety.

At least you weren’t alone in this mess.

"Seriously," you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. "Yuki can piss off. I’ll fight that bitch if I have to—especially after this. She acted all nice and whatnot." You scoffed, but beneath the bravado, you were still seething.

Law sighed, a heavy sound, as he gently started playing with your fingers, his touch grounding himself as if trying to distance his mind from the painful memories of that toxic relationship.

"Yeah... that’s her thing," he admitted quietly.

You noticed the shift in his demeanor, and your anger flared even more. She had done this to Law, too—the person who already struggled to open up to others, who kept his walls high for a reason. The thought of what Yuki had put him through made your blood boil. You didn’t even want to imagine what the final straw had been, or how things ended between them.

The night had already been overwhelming enough. You swallowed those questions, saving them for another time, and took a deep breath. Scooting closer to him, you rested your head on his shoulder, needing the closeness to calm down, all of this was just too exhausting. He leaned into you a little, his body warm and comforting against yours.

"...isn’t what she did illegal?" you mumbled, almost to yourself.

"Can’t prove she lied."

"Shit.”

>>ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ɢᴀɴɢ

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[hero-nerd]

Autistic Saiki headcanon from an autistic

Although it’s not really a headcanon because it does happen in canon

Saikis telepathy is a form of AAC

AAC is augmentative and alternative communication which is communication other than talking

This can include communication cards, devices like tablets with text to speech programs, or body language and gestures

And, if you ask me, telepathically beaming your thoughts directly into others heads fits under that category

We also see him use other forms of AAC in the show, mainly gesturing or facial expressions, instead of talking. It can be seemingly simple things, like when he points at a menu item rather than asking for it aloud

I think it would be cool to see him use other forms of AAC especially in times when he is unable to use his telepathy

Like imagine Kusuke doing his whole big reveal of the device he made that makes him immune to Kusuo’s telepathy and has his whole what are you going to do now attitude

And Kusuo just holds up a hand in the gesture of “one moment please” before going into his pocket or bag and pulling out a small tablet

Kusuke having to stand there semi awkwardly as he waits for Kusuo to get it turned on, opens the program, and types in his message

Then looks directly as Kusuke as he hits the enter button and the text to speech feature reads out: Bitch

And then sibling bickering continues as usual

[thewertsearch]

TA: terezi? GC: F1N4LLY!!! GC: 1 W4S ST4RT1NG TO TH1NK 1 W4S TH3 L4ST ON3 OF US 4L1V3 GC: H4V3 YOU S33N K4RK4T? TA: n0.

Here's Sollux, back in the land of the living - but he's switched to Aradia's quirk, which I thought was symbolic of the 'emptiness' she felt as a ghost.

Maybe he's using it because his psychic energy has been 'emptied out' of his body?

...nah, that's a bit of a stretch. I don't have a clue what's going on with him. Is he being possessed by Aradia?

TA: but i've sure as hell heard him. GC: WH4T DO3S TH4T M34N?? GC: 4ND WHY 4R3 YOU TYP1NG L1K3 TH1S, 1TS V3RY ODD >:? TA: it means that i'm blind n0w.

It has come to pass.

Sollux's psionics do seem to be focused through his eyes. Shorting them out must also have shorted out his... vision....

Hang on. Did Sollux predict he was doing to die after going blind? As in, he still has to die a second time?

But thought he already did die twice! First, his realself died to the Glub, causing him to inhabit his Derse body permanently - and then, his Prospit body was presumably killed during Jack's rampage.

Is Prospit Sollux actually still alive, then? The guy is powerful, but I don't see how he could have survived against Jack - plus, if Sollux was sneaking around outside the Veil, I think we'd know about it.

I guess Dream Selves don't count as 'real' deaths for the purposes of his prophecy, and it has to be his current 'main' body that dies. That really sucks, because I think it seals his fate.

I thought Sollux had a free pass to the end of the comic, but he's actually on his last life, with another death on the way. This shit is anti-Gemini propaganda!

TA: kk kn0cked 0ut all my teeth like s0me kind of grubfisted d0uche. [...] TA: seems like he wants t0 talk t0 y0u. TA: but i was h0ping t0 talk with y0u a bit first, h0pe y0u d0n't mind. TA: i mean, i kn0w he minds, but he can sm00ch my bl00dy, gummy m0uth right 0n the lisp f0r all i care. TA: i mean lips! that's what i mean t0 say, n0w that i can. TA: lips, lips, lipsssss. w0w, it feels s0 great t0 say that w0rd!

So, wait. Sollux is using voice-to-text right now, and his speech recognition program is detecting the lack of a lisp. Makes sense, I guess - but what about the zeroes? Where are they coming from?

Has something changed about his tone of voice that's making him sound like Aradia? It's not like Sollux manually changed his VTT macros immediately after waking up oh my god what am i saying. of course he did. of COURSE he did. disregard this entire paragraph.

[devildomwriter]

Their First and Last Words in the OG Game

*not including text* in this list is the vert first dialogue they are given, even if it’s not in-person (such as over a call) or not fully formed words like a distant call for help*

Lucifer

First (1-1): “I will explain everything to you.”

Last (80-22): “I knew it wouldn’t stay quiet around here for long…”

Mammon

First (1-1): “Huh? Who the hell are ya? You ain’t Lucifer” or “Are ya foolin’ around? Who the hell are ya?”

*first words via call are dependent on player choice*

Last (80-22): “Nuh-uh!!”

Leviathan

First (1-7): “How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon.”

Last (80-16 Hard): “AAAAAAAAH!”

Satan

First (1-2): “Hmph. At least he didn’t ignore you altogether. How do you think I feel?”

Last (80-22): “No, MC’s mine.”

Asmodeus

First (1-2): “Oh, come now. Really? You should be honored that you get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me!”

Last (80-22): “Oh MC! I’ve missed you sooo sooo SOOO much!”

Beelzebub

First (1-2) “Nope, I haven’t eaten any souls…yet.”

*this dialogue is only available by choosing a specific option in the game but it is the earliest available speech he gives*

Last (80-22): “In that case, we’ll be able to see each other whenever we want from now on, huh?”

Belphegor

First (2-15) “…el…”

Last (80-22): “Right, exactly. Because MC’s mine.”

Solomon

First (2-2): “Hey, you there.”

Last (80-16 Hard): “All right, all right…fine. We’ll go to the book signing with you. Okay?”

Simeon

First (2-13): “Ah, but I notice that you didn’t deny the part about him being cute, did you?”

Last (80-16 Hard): “Anyway, I feel like maybe I’ve made a bit of progress on my personal journey now?”

Raphael

First (60-22): “I can see that, yes…”

Last (80-19): “…Have you forgotten that I’m standing right here? If you’re about to have a “moment”…don’t.”

Luke

First (2-13): “Pff, of course not! Duh! That was a put-down! An insult! He’s taunting you!”

Last (80-22): “Aww… I want to see MC too, but they aren’t leaving me enough space to get through…”

Michael

First (38-17): “Hello there, MC.”

Last (44-18): “Goodbye. Until we meet again, MC…”

Thirteen

First (65-3): “Ahahahaha!” or “Ugh, what was THAT?! Honestly, I don’t believe it!”

*her first dialogue is dependent on player choice*

Last (80-17): “No. This is my first time studying at RAD, remember? My program runs for a full year.”

Little D. No. 2

First (7-10): “Now, now, I think it’s nice to have at least one foolish character in the group you can tease. It lightens things up a little, don’t you think?”

Last (68-16 Hard): “Y-Yes sirrr…”

Mephistopheles

First (63-1): “Don’t touch that!”

Last (80-17): “It’s the same with Solomon. Your terms should be ending soon, right?”

Barbatos

First (2-13): “Huh. Whenever you make an important announcement, the demons here couldn’t care less. But rumors… they really do spread like wildfire.”

Last (80-22): “Shall I go make some tea?”

Diavolo

First (1-1): “Welcome to the devildom MC.”

Last (80-22): “Ahaha! Come on, take it easy…all of you. You’re going to suffocate MC.”

MC

First (1-1): “Where am I?”

*technically these are just thoughts but I’m counting it*

Last (80-16 Hard): “I think you’re taking it a bit too far…” or “Just don’t summon Lotan by accident, okay?” or “Now you’ve got ME bawling, too!”

*dependent on player choice*

[magic-shop-stories]

bts soulmate au where reader reject the bond but ends up regretting it and has to win them back (or the other way round) ?

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NAMJOON

- The Weight of Words

WHAT HAPPENED

Soulmate Bond

Namjoon and you share a unique intellectual connection

rooted in literature

you first meet at a bookstore bookshop

both reaching for the same worn copy of The Little Prince

inside: his handwritten note tucked between pages:

“To define is to limit – Oscar Wilde.”

later, he discovers your annotated margin in his favorite poetry anthology:

“Silence is a text easy to misread – A.S. Byatt.”

mutual obsession with words = your “soulmate” thread

WHY YOU REJECTED

Insecurity

a struggling writer

intimidated by his accolades

at a dinner party, a fan gushes over his UN speech

you shrink into silence

Pressure

you convince yourself you’re just another admirer

“He needs a partner, not a fan.”

HOW YOU REJECTED

after months of late-night debates about Kafka and shared playlists

panicing during a studio visit

you blurt: “I’m not your equal. I’m just… noise.”

His Reaction

removes his glasses

voice steady but strained

“If you need space, take it. But don’t insult us by calling this noise.”

gifts you the anthology

your annotations highlighted in gold

REGRET

Trigger

a year later, you attend his guest lecture at Seoul National University

he quotes your blog post:

“We were born to meet and mend.”

a student asks, “Who wrote that?”

he hesitates:

“…Someone who taught me words can cut deeper than silence.”

HOW YOU CAME BACK

Gesture

you publish an essay titled “Oxford Commas & Other Heartbreaks”

detailing your insecurities and his impact

the final line:

“Love isn’t an equation - it’s the margin where two pens meet.”

Key Moment

he reads it live on VLive

voice cracking

“This… is why I write.”

BTS MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Jin

sends you a meme:

"When your soulmate is a drama queen (but we love her)"

Yoongi

mails you Namjoon’s lost journal

sticky note:

“Stop overthinking. He’s worse.”

Hobi

drags you to a bookstore date with Namjoon

“You two need chaperones. And coffee.”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Namjoon’s Internal Conflict

Logic (?)

“Love is irrational. But she makes rational for me… beautiful.”

Fear

“What if I’m too much? Too many words, not enough heart?”

Your Growth

learning love isn’t a competition

it’s a collaboration

WHAT HE SAYS

“You thought I needed a scholar? I need you, the chaos to my footnotes.”

“My words were hollow until you read them.”

HOW LONG IT TOOK

1.5 Years

8 months of silence

4 of awkward encounters

2 of drafting essays neither could send

3 of starting to understand each other (again)

ENDING

Final

you're co-hosting a poetry night

at the bookstore where you met

he reads a piece about “margins and second chances.”

you add a line:

“Erase the Oxford comma, we’re not done yet.”

CUTE AFTERMATH

you're getting a retired guide dog named Monet

Namjoon insists on reading her The Wind in the Willows at bedtime

you film him mid-ramble:

“See, Monet? Even moles need poetry.”

THINGS ONLY ARMY WILL NOTICE

his lecture notes now have doodles of your initials in the corners

the bookstore displays your joint essay with a sign:

“Local Authors (and lovers)”

he donates to literacy programs under “Kim & Kim Books”

your shared joke about hyphenating

JIN

- A Recipe for Love -

WHAT HAPPENED

Soulmate Bond

Jin and you bond over a shared love of food

you meet at a cooking class

he’s incognito (giant sunglasses, terrible fake mustache)

he’s instantly drawn to your jjajangmyeon recipe

matches his late grandmother’s

your connection deepens through weekly cooking dates

he nicknames you “Sous Chef”

gifts you his mom’s kimchi recipe

his playful “Worldwide Handsome” persona fades around you

he’s just Seokjin

the guy who burns rice (distracted by you) but laughs about it

WHY YOU REJECTED

Fear of ARMY

a fan recognizes him at your favorite market

hate comments flood your food blog:

“You’re using oppa for clout!”

Insecurity

you compare yourself to his idol image

“He’s a global star. I’m just… a home cook.”

Jealousy

his cheeky fan service during lives sting

“Is this the real him? Or am I just another joke?”

HOW YOU REJECTED

TikTok/ Video of you two at the market goes viral

you panicked

“I can’t do this. I’m not *Worldwide* enough for you.”

His Reaction

he laughs, but it’s strained

“Yah, I’m Jin, not a brand. But if you want out… take this."

hands you a container of kimchi

the note inside:

“Grandma’s recipe. Don’t waste it.”

REGRET

Trigger

months later, he guest-stars on a cooking show

host asks about his “ideal type"

he shrugs:

“Someone who laughs when I burn rice… and knows kimchi isn’t just side dish.”

Breaking Point

you find the unopened kimchi container

inside, a second note:

“Secret ingredient: you”

HOW YOU CAME BACK

Gesture

you master his mom’s galbi recipe

send it to his manager

note: “For him. No returns.”

Key Moment

he cooks it live on VLive

pretending to hate it

then tears up:

“Finally… someone who doesn’t ruin meat.”

BTS MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Namjoon

texts you:

“He’s been eating instant ramen for weeks. Please fix this.”

Jungkook

challenges you to a mukbang

“If you win, I’ll call you hyung’s wife."

(he lets you win.)

Yoongi

mails you a knife set:

“For cutting onions… or his ego.”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Jin’s Internal Conflict

Mask

“If I’m always ‘Jin,’ maybe she’ll stay.”

Truth

“I’m just… Seokjin. Is that enough?”

Your Growth

learning his confidence isn’t arrogance

it’s armor

“He’s not ‘Worldwide Handsome.’ He’s my clumsy chef.”

WHAT HE SAYS

“You thought I needed applause? I need you... the mess, the burnt rice, the real.”

“My kitchen’s been empty. Stay. Let’s… burn something together.”

HOW LONG IT TOOK

7 Months

3 months of silence

2 of stalking his VLives

2 of cooking classes to perfect galbi

ENDING

Final

Jin invites you to co-host a “Cooking with Jin” episode

you spill soy sauce on his shirt

he fakes outrage

then kisses your forehead

“Best. Episode. Ever.”

ARMY trends

#WhoIsSousChef?

he replies:

“My always.”

CUTE AFTERMATH

cooking tteokbokki at 2 AM

feeds you a too-spicy bite

then laughs as you chug milk

posts a selfie:

“Sous Chef 1, Jin 0. #DefeatTastesSpicy”

THINGS ONLY ARMY WILL NOTICE

the kimchi container is his grandma’s vintage Tupperware

his VLives now feature a tiny apron doodle in the corner (your inside joke)

he donates to culinary schools for underprivileged kids

“For… hungry reasons.”

YOONGI

- The Sound of Silence -

WHAT HAPPENED

Soulmate Bond

Yoongi and you bond over music

you meet at an underground studio where he’s producing a track

you’re a lyricist hired to collaborate

your first session sparks magic

your words sync perfectly with his beats

he nicknames you “Lyric”

gifts you a USB of his early demos

your connection deepens through late-night sessions, shared playlists

mutual love for Clair de Lune

WHY YOU REJECTED

Fear of His Fame

a tabloid leaks photos of you two

fans swarm your apartment

anxiety drives you to quit the project

“I’m just a ghostwriter. He needs someone… more.”

Yoongi’s Overwork

cancels your anniversary dinner for a last-minute studio call

you leave a note:

“I can’t compete with your first love (music).”

Your Mental Health

panic attacks make you ghost him

“I’m a broken track. He deserves a hit."

HOW YOU REJECTED

finds you deleting your shared files in his studio

you snap:

“I’m just static in your symphony.”

His Reaction

removes his headphones

voice flat

“Static? That’s all you think this is?”

tosses you the USB

“Take it. But don’t… erase us.”

REGRET

Trigger

months later, you hear “Seesaw” on the radio

the chorus uses your scrapped lyrics

a fan tweets:

“Yoongi’s been sampling old demos. Who’s ‘Lyric’?”

Breaking Point

you find the USB in a drawer

the tracklist is renamed “Unfinished Duets.”

HOW YOU CAME BACK

Gesture

you finish the song you abandoned

“Glitch”

you mail it to BigHit

Key Moment

he plays it live on VLive

voice cracking

“This one’s… ours.”

BTS MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Namjoon

texts you:

“He’s been sampling your voice for months. Safe him... and our ears.”

Jin

sends a meme:

“When your producer hyung is a drama queen (but we stan).”

Jungkook

slips you the studio key/code

“He’s there at 3 AM. Always*”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Yoongi’s Internal Conflict

Logic

“Music’s safer than love. But she… she’s the melody.”

Fear

“What if I’m too broken to harmonize?”

Your Growth

learning love isn’t perfection

it’s a raw, unfinished track

WHAT HE SAYS

“You thought I needed a hit? I need you, the crackle in my vinyl.”

“My music’s been hollow since you left. Stay. Let’s… make noise.”

HOW LONG IT TOOK

1 Year

6 months of silence

3 of lurking his VLives

3 of rewriting “Glitch”

ENDING

Final

co-producing “Glitch” in his studio

he releases it under Agust D

with a credit:

“Feat. My Lyric.”

ARMY dissects the lyrics:

“Is ‘Lyric’ his muse?!”

CUTE AFTERMATH

you fall asleep on his studio couch

he drapes his hoodie over you

posts a blurry Snap:

“Creative block? Solved. #SnoozeButtonLyrics”

THINGS ONLY ARMY WILL NOTICE

the hoodie is from his 2016 tour

stolen from him years ago

“Glitch”’s cover art hides your initials in the spectrogram

he funds music therapy programs

“For the broken tracks”

J-HOPE

- Dancing in the Dark -

WHAT HAPPENED

Soulmate Bond

you and Hobi bond over a shared love of dance

you meet at a community dance workshop

he’s volunteering incognito (baseball cap, oversized hoodie)

your styles clash

he’s all sharp, radiant moves

you prefer fluid, introspective choreography

but when you improvise together, magic happens

he gifts you a pair of golden sneakers

a note:

“For the quiet storms.”

you give him a mixtape titled “Moonbeams & Basslines”

blending jazz and hip-hop

WHY YOU REJECTED

Insecurity

at a dance battle, fans swarm him chanting “Sunshine!”

you linger in the shadows

“How can I compete with his light?”

Misunderstanding

he cancels a date to film Chicken Noodle Soup

you snap:

“You don’t need me, you have millions who adore you.”

Fear of Fame

paparazzi stalk your dance studio

you quit the workshop

leaving the sneakers and a note:

“I’m not built for spotlights.”

HOW YOU REJECTED

finds you deleting the mixtape from his phone

you lie:

“It was just a phase.”

His Reaction

forces a smile

his eyes dull

“Phase? Cool. I’ll… move on.”

leaves the sneakers at your door

REGRET

Trigger:

months later, you attend a BTS concert

during “Trivia: Just Dance,” he freezes mid-routine

he spots your golden sneakers in the close upper side ranks

next day, a fan tweets:

“Hobi messed up??? Is he okay??”

Breaking Point

you find the mixtape in your drawer

tracklist is scribbled with “Play me when you’re ready.”

HOW YOU CAME BACK

Gesture

you choreograph a solo piece to “Blue Side”

post it anonymously

tagged:

“For the dancer who lost his moon.”

Key Moment

DMs you at 3 AM:

“Studio. Now.”

you arrive to find him dancing your routine

tears in his eyes

“You… remembered.”

BTS MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Jimin

drags you to a dance-off

“If you win, you can use our practice room.”

he lets you win

Jungkook

mumbles:

“Hyung’s been practicing your choreo nonstop, you need to stop him."

Yoongi

slides you a USB:

“Track 7. Listen.”

it’s a demo of “Moondancer”

your name in the credits

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

J-Hope’s Internal Conflict

Mask

“If I’m always ‘Sunshine,’ maybe she’ll stay.”

Truth

“My light’s mostly a stage act. With her… I’m just Hoseok.”

Your Growth

earning his joy isn’t performative

it’s trust

“I don’t need to dance in his light. I’m his shadow, where he rests.”

WHAT HE SAYS

“You thought I needed crowds? I need you the silence between beats.”

“My dances were lame without your moon.”

HOW LONG IT TOOK

11 Months

5 months of silence

3 of stalking his VLives/ (TikToks)

3 of secret rehearsals

ENDING

Final

co-choreographing “Moondancer” for his solo tour

debuts it in Seoul

pulling you onstage during the encore

ARMY trends:

#WhoIsTheShadowDancer?

he tweets:

“My Moonlight”

CUTE AFTERMATH

teaching him your introspective style in your studio

he trips and laughs

posts a Boomerang:

“Moonwalk FAIL. Still my fave 💜”

THINGS ONLY ARMY WILL NOTICE

the golden sneakers resurface in his “Chicken Noodle Soup” MV

they are tucked in a corner

“Moodancer”’s choreography includes your initials in sign language

funds dance scholarships for introverts in your name

JIMIN

- Constellations & Scars -

WHAT HAPPENED

Soulmate Bond

Jimin and you bond over a shared love of astronomy

you meet at a rooftop observatory during a meteor shower

he points out the Pleiades constellation

calling it “the seven sisters who never let go"

on your third date, you both get matching minimalist tattoos of the Pleiades

his on his collarbone

yours on your ankle

becomes your secret symbol

a promise to navigate life’s chaos together

WHY YOU REJECTED

Childhood Trauma

you grew up in foster care

labeled “too much”

Jimin says:

"I’ve waited my whole life for you,”

you panic

"He’ll leave. Everyone leaves.”

Self-Sabotage

paparazzi snap a photo of your tattoo after a beach day

fans dissect it

linking it to Jimin’s

you flee

leaving a note:

“Your love’s a fairytale. I’m not the princess.”

HOW YOU REJECTED

finds you erasing his number from your phone

you lie:

“This tattoo was a mistake.”

His Reaction

he laughs

voice brittle

“Mistake? Then I’ll… burn it.”

he covers his tattoo with a bandage

but you see his hands shake

REGRET

Trigger

years later, you attend his “FACE" concert

during “Filter” he spotsyou

your tattoo peeking under ripped jeans

he misses a step

improvises lyrics:

“Even stars fade… but some stay.”

Breaking Point

you find the origami star he once gave you

inscribed:

“Pleiades forever”

HOW YOU CAME BACK

Gesture

you paint a mural of the Pleiades on his old dance studio wall

tag it:

“For the boy who taught me stars can stay.”

Key Moment

he finds you there

paint-splattered

“You… remembered.”

BTS MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Jungkook

blocks your path backstage

“Hyung cried every night. Hurt him again, and I’ll...”

Jimin cuts him off:

“Kookie. Enough.”

Taehyung

slips you a concert VIP pass

“He reserved Seat #7 for you. Always."

Jin

texts a photo of Jimin’s failed pancake attempt

“Fix this before he burns down Bangtan HQ.”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Jimin’s Internal Conflict

Fear

“Was I too much? Too loud, too needy?”

Hope

“Her stars are still there. Maybe… we can too.”

Your Growth

learning love isn’t about perfection

it’s showing up

messy and scared

WHAT HE SAYS

“You thought I wanted a fairytale? I want you, the cracks, the fear, the real.”

“My tattoo’s still here. Our stars… they never left.”

HOW LONG IT TOOK

3 Years

2 years of silence

1 year of anonymous concert attendance

(+ 6 months of mural painting)

ENDING

Final

Jimin unveils a new solo album “Serendipity”

your mural as the cover art

tracklist includes “Pleiades”

a ballad about lost-and-found love

ARMY trends

#WhoIsTheMuse?

he tweets:

"My brightest star."

CUTE AFTERMATH

teaching him to paint in your studio

he smears acrylic on your nose

posts a selfie:

“Modern Art 101: Messy Masterpieces 💫”

THINGS ONLY ARMY WILL NOTICE

his collarbone tattoo is now inked in gold

he “Pleiades” track samples your voice from old voicemails

he funds foster care art programs

“For the kids who think they’re ‘too much.’”

TAEHYUNG

- Canvas of Us -

WHAT HAPPENED

Soulmate Bond

Taehyung and you bond over art

you meet at a community mural project in Busan

he’s painting a sunset

you’re sketching portraits

he gifts you a blue paintbrush with a note:

“For the artist who sees colors I can’t.”

you give him a sketchbook filled with candid moments of him

titled “Vante Unfiltered"

your connection deepens through shared gallery visits and late-night painting sessions

WHY YOU REJECTED

Jealousy

during a live stream, fans beg him to date a co-star

he jokes

“Maybe I will!”

you spiral:

“He’s an idol. I’m just… a doodler.”

Fear of Fame

paparazzi stalk your shared studio

you ghost him after a tabloid headline:

“V’s Mystery Muse: Who Is She?”

Self-Doubt

you tear a page from his sketchbook

“I’m not art. I’m a rough draft”

HOW YOU REJECTED

he surprises you with tickets to Paris

you snap:

“Stop pretending! Your fans want a love story, paint them instead!”

His Reaction

he burns the sketchbook in silence

“Pretending? Fine. But art… it doesn’t lie.”

REGRET

Trigger

years later, you visit his solo exhibit

apainting titled “Unfinished” stops yo

it’s your face

half-scribbled with lyrics:

“I ran out of blue when she left.”

Breaking Point

you find the charred sketchbook in your attic

the surviving page reads:

“Her eyes are my ultramarine.”

HOW YOU CAME BACK

Gesture

you paint a mural of his Daegu childhood home

tag it:

“For the boy who taught me blue isn’t sadness.”

Key Moment

he finds you there

paint-streaked

“You… you're still my blue.”

BTS MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Jin

blocks your path

“He bought that wall, you know. Fix this.”

Jungkook

eyes your mural

“Hyung cried for weeks. Don’t… leave again.”

Yoongi

mails a USB:

“Track 3. Listen"

it’s “Winter Bear” with your voice sampled

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Taehyung’s Internal Conflict

Anger

“She thinks I’m a character. I’m Kim Taehyung, messy, real, hers.”

Longing

“My art’s been grayscale since she left. Bring back my blue.”

Your Growth

learning love isn’t about perfection

it’s collaboration

“I’m not his muse. I’m his co-artist."

WHAT HE SAYS

“You thought I wanted a masterpiece? I want you, the smudges, the mess."

“My blue’s been missing. Stay. Let’s… repaint us.”

HOW LONG IT TOOK

5 Years

2 years of silence

1 of stalking his exhibits

2 of mural drafts

ENDING

Final

Taehyung publishes “Vante: Unfiltered”

a photo book of your murals and his paintings

last page is a Polaroid of you asleep in his studio

ARMY trends

#WhoIsVante?

he tweets:

“My everything”

CUTE AFTERMATH

teaching his nieces to paint in Daegu

he dips their hands in blue

smudging your cheek

posts a reel:

“Art Class 101: Chaos & Cobalt 💙”

THINGS ONLY ARMY WILL NOTICE

the mural’s coordinates match your first kiss spot

“Winter Bear”’s music video includes your doodles in the credits

he funds art scholarships

“For the quiet creators.”

JUNGKOOK

- The Arrow & The Armor -

WHAT HAPPENED

Soulmate Bond

Jungkook and you bond over a shared love of archery

you meet at a Seoul archery range

he’s practicing incognito

admires your focus

you tease him about his “Golden Maknae” ego

he gifts you a custom golden arrow necklace engraved with “ARMY (matching his tattool)

you give him a shield-shaped keychain for his studio keys

“For the battles you won’t face alone.”

WHY YOU REJECTED

Sasaeng Terror

a stalker leaks your address

sending death threats

“Leave Jungkook or die.”

you panic

fearing you’ll endanger him

Career Fear

overhearing his manager warn him about dating scandals

you vanish

“I’m the arrow they’ll aim at you.... stay safe.”

HOW YOU REJECTED

finds you packing

you lie:

“This was just a fling. Move on.”

he snaps the arrow necklace

voice trembling

“A fling? Then I’ll… break too.”

punches a mirror

shards cutting his hand

REGRET

Trigger

months later, a sasaeng tries hurting him at a fansign

news headlines blare:

“BTS’s Jungkook Hospitalized: Obsession Turns Violent.”

you find his unreleased track “Bulletproof” leaked online

the chorus samples your voice:

“You were my armor. Now I’m just… scars.”

HOW YOU CAME BACK

Gesture

you visit his hospital room

he’s awake

bandaged hand clutching the broken necklace

“Took you long enough"

you press the shield keychain into his palm

“Still your armor. Always.”

BTS MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Jimin

blocks the door

tear-streaked

"He almsot died, if you hurt him again..."

Jungkook cuts in:

“Hyung. Stop.”

Namjoon

hands you a book: “Meditations"

page 27, highlighted:

“The best revenge is not to be like your enemy.”

Taehyung

slips you Jungkook’s new address

“He moved. For you.”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Jungkook’s Conflict

Rage

“I’d burn the world to protect her. But she thinks I’m weak.”

Fear

“My hands shake now. What if I can’t hold a bow...or her?”

Your Growth

learning love isn’t hiding

it’s choosing courage

“Your scars are our strength."

WHAT HE SAYS

“You thought I needed a shield? I need you, the arrow to my aim.”

“My ‘ARMY’ tattoo? It’s always been us and true love. The rest is just… noise.”

HOW LONG IT TOOK

18 Months

1 year in hiding

6 months of therapy and secret archery practice

ENDING

Final

Jungkook debuts “Bulletproof” live

he rips off his bandages

revealing a shield tattoo over his scar

the crowd chants “ARMY!”

he mouths:

“Our armor.”

CUTE AFTERMATH

teaching him to bake at 3 AM

you burn cookies

he laughs

feeding you dough

posts a reel:

“Golden Chef? More like Golden Mess 🍪”

THINGS ONLY ARMY WILL NOTICE

his shield tattoo includes your initials in Morse code

“Bulletproof”s MV has a blurred cameo of your café date

he funds self-defense classes

“Armor isn’t hiding, it’s fighting back”

[horizontwinflames]

Horizon AU: Twin Flames - Isaac (Zero Dawn Act) final concept/design.

*texts' transcriptions under the cut after the images*

REPOST, EDIT/USE OR FEED MY ART TO AI ISN'T ALLOWED

Read about Aloy, Beta and Elisabet in this AU [here]

omg... I thought I would never finish this... BUT YAY! Here it is finally! Isaac's final design and concepts!

This AU has an ongoing fanfic! You can read on Ao3: [LINK]

Text transcription:

First image:

Isaac - Roughly 3.2m/10.4' -Unknown age (probably just a few months).

Isaac is an original machine character in this alternative universe.

Isaac is the loyal machine companion of the Sobeck family, serving as both a traveling and battle mount. The sisters unintentionally created him while trying to figure out a way to increase the machine override time. The process they applied in the -back then- simple Watcher rebooted their AI and programming back to its essential functions and disconnected them from their original master, HEPHAESTUS. Once he received his name from Beta, the three family members became his new masters, which he unthinkingly obey to.

Due to his blank AI, Isaac is developing his own sentience and personality by absorbing his masters’ traits and behaviors and learning their morals and concepts. He also downloaded all of the sisters’ Focuses’ data to have some initial communication and works as a backup, so he only knows what they know.

He can speak with anyone with a Focus through its text-to-speech function by sending text messages to them - thus, people who don’t have a Focus only hear his Watcher noises. He can still communicate with other machines normally, so he also works as an information gatherer to help in missions and studies.

Second image:

Once a simple Watcher, now a super advanced mount and best friend of the Sobeck family.

Isaac's customizable body can adapt him to travel in any terrain, even underwater. He's able to reach high speeds at a low energy and heating cost - he's also lighter than it seems. His sleek, almost snake-ish, body shape makes maneuvering more dynamic for his rider.

His propulsors give him the ability to do long leaps and high jumps, helping the sisters get to places they wouldn't be able to reach by themselves. But a repetitive use of said skills in a short timespan can drain his energy and overheat him quickly.

Like his owners, he's not adept at using one single type of weapon. Isaac's tail ranged weapons and armor can be changed to better adapt to the situation. However, he hasn't developed efficient battle techniques yet, as he's still learning with the Sobecks. Note that his Sawtooth's sabers aren't intended to be used to fight but to climb and carry objects.

Melee Tail Weapons: Thunderjaw's tail, Stalker's tail blade, Stormbird's tail (also used to swim), Frostclaw's front paws.

Ranged Weapons: Thunderjaw's Disk Launcher, Ravager's Cannon, Scorcher's Mine Launcher, Bellowback's Snout.

Armors: Nora (stealth), Carja (speed), Oseran (tank), Banuk (damage), Old World (mixed).

Isaac is a mount adapted for two people: One is the rider, and the other is the cannoneer. He syncs with them through their Focuses, so his responses to their commands are more instantaneous. The rider directs Isaac where to go and when and how to use the tail weapon. Meanwhile, the cannoneer controls the ranged weapons and propulsors.

Only those who have a Focus can see his holographic face. The images shown are a collection of emojis the sisters found in Old World Ruins (which they update when they find more). His three "horns" also can move solemnly to make him more expressive.

Being composed of many different machine parts makes Isaac the first machine chimera to exist - still keeping the base shape of a Watcher, but huge. He was customized by the Sobecks little by little through the Cauldrons they visited on their first journey.

He can still stretch his neck like a Watcher can normally do.

His eye received enhancements to better aid the Sobecks in their daily life and journeys - such as infrared, thermic, and ultrasound visions.

He also has in his head a sound device to play audio files, such as music from the Old World, and a holoprojector.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven,

Do we know how Idia's tablet works? Like, does he have to type everything he wants to say? Is it linked to his mind? Something else? If we don't what are your theories?

I believe it works like a typical tablet device you’d find irl! … Err, you know 😅 minus the floating. The floating is probably the result of technomantic (magic + tech) engineering, which is a specialty of Ignihyde students.

Most of the time, Idia speaks to his classmates through his tablet instead of physically showing up to class or to meetings. His voice coming out of the device, paired with the graphical fluctuations that occur on the screen itself when it’s giving off an audio signal, implies he’s on the other end talking to them via a call.

We get confirmation of the call function in Wish Upon a Star. Idia is talking passionately about his beloved Star Rogue when he accidentally “[mutes his] mic.” Additionally, upon realizing his big brother is no longer answering, Ortho says, “Maybe he got mad and ended the call.” This (calling) appears to be Idia’s primary mode of communication via his tablet:

The other major use for it is for text-to-speech capabilities. This is very explicitly shown to us in book 5.

We get a flashback scene of Idia having just successfully made an invention that will help him give an in-person presentation for the upcoming school cultural festival. Idia “built] a sound library for [his] own voice”, as well as “a program that reads out text smoothly in real time as you type.” So in other words, he is now able to produce synthesized speech to speak in his place.

We do not see Idia use the text-to-speech function as often as we see him use the call function. Perhaps this is because the former was introduced to us relatively late in the main story.

Related, Idia uses text-to-speech early in the Sledathon event. He becomes too frustrated/nervous trying to communicate face-to-face to convey his interest in visiting Harveston, so he produces his tablet and speaks through typing. Though the events exist in a dubious void in the main story timeline, a prerequisite for Harveston might be post book 5 since that’s the point when Idia invents that program.

[completeoveranalysis]

[1]

Chapitre 217 - Words of Magic

Splash Text reading something like: Right now, moving onward is all that I can do. Even if I know that what I seek, is too distant to reach.

And also we have THREE SYAORANS. 

But uh. Which is which.

One is Lava Lamp, one is probably our first Syaoran (ie, Lava Lamp’s clone), and one is probably the Syaoran who was in the Jam Jar. So like, Lava Lamp’s Dad. 

If I had to guess I imagine he’s probably the one in front, since he doesn’t have any goggles and is holding a Sakura flower in place of a feather. Arguably any of them could be holding a Sakura flower, but Lava Lamp’s dad is the only one who we haven’t actually seen in the feather storyline (unless...), so I think it’d be him up front. Also he looks a little more tired around the eyes, which matches with the vibe of being slightly older. A mood, at the very least.

I’d probably also guess that our clone Syaoran is the one on the left, since he USUALLY shows up covered in blood, and he has a bit more of a blank look to his expression. But how depressing that ‘covered in blood’ has become one of his signifiers.

Which leaves Lava Lamp as the one in the back, clutching the feather to his chest and staring up at the brightening sky - which is very metaphor, very appropriate. 

You could make some interesting arguments about the different directions they’re looking at and what that means, but even just the difference in how they hold their items is very fun. Lava Lamp clutches the feather to his chest and holds it tightly, as if it’s the centre of his world and is protective of it. As if he's afraid to let it go.

Our clone Syaoran holds it at a distance but at eye level, staring at it like he’s been programmed to keep an eye on them but not be emotionally attached to them. (And yet some slight connection persists.)

Meanwhile Lava Lamp’s dad looks directly at the camera like he is about to begin a speech that explains his backstory and oh boy I would like that very much.

[emotional-moss]

i got super ill about the homestuck kids’ accents and wrote a whole thing

john: your stereotypical american accent that one thinks of, californian but diluted basically. says you guys a lot. pronounces wash kind of like warsh. also sometimes uses weirdly formal language, like television instead of TV, refrigerator instead of fridge, even automobile instead of car - dad’s fault. trained himself out of it cause he thought it was embarrassing, but slips up sometimes.

rose: somewhat of a transatlantic accent, including the speech patterns. picked it up from old tv shows and movies because she didn’t want to sound like roxy-mom (who has a thick mixture of a new york/boston/rhode island accent). but growing up with roxy-mom, she has a bit of that accent too - so it’s this weird mixture of 30% stereotypical American, 50% transatlantic, 20% boston accent. 

dave: texan accent, courtesy of dirk!bro, who spoke in the most stereotypical drawling texan accent ever. as he got older he started to think it wasn’t cool, so he started masking it, but it’s still there. gets stronger when he expresses emotion or when he forgets to mask it. gratuitous use of the word y’all. doesn’t say it over text but it’s a habit in real life. drops g’s at the end of words, like singin’, fuckin’, etc.

jade: obviously had no outside contact with other people other than with grandpa, so she has a slight british accent - kept up with learning to talk by watching youtube videos, so the accent isn’t very strong. also, even before going god tier, had weird canine vocalizations picked up from bec, like growling, whining, even sometimes howling, etc.

jane: very similar to john’s, but sounds…older? not transatlantic, but similar to late 19th century-early 20th century accents, with song-like intonation and faint r’s. heavy emphasized consonants and slight vowel merging with e and i, such that pen and pin sound virtually the same. all in all, what you’d imagine a canadian from the 1800s talks like. 

roxy: the goddamn heaviest stereotypical new york accent ever. a weird super heavy mix of queens and staten island accent she learned entirely for shits and giggles, and also to annoy rose-mom. not very nasally though, unless she’s trying to annoy someone on purpose. a lot of the word like thrown in. doesn’t say it over text, but it’s a habit irl. 

dirk: the flattest most unplaceable standard american accent ever, apart from a hint of a texan accent. learned to talk from the internet and robots, but when he was very young used to repeatedly watch videos that dave!bro left for him and programmed around the house. dave!bro had a heavy texan accent, which is where he picked that up from. drops g’s at the end of words, like singin’, fuckin’, etc.

jake: really heavy, stereotypically posh british accent that sounds like what an american thinks a british person sounds like. but he’s 100% genuine about it and there’s no real explanation for why he does it, other than the fact that when he was very young he used to repeatedly watch grandma’s favorite movies - old british movies. now it’s just a habit and he can’t be trained out of it.

[system-to-the-madness]

Midnight At Osanbashi Pier - Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem!Reader Genre: hurt/comfort - fluff Word Count: 2 611 Warnings: OOC!Dazai (sorry), sexual harassment (not by Reader or Dazai!) Summary: Your date for New Years starts getting pushy but luckily Dazai is there to interfere A/N: For @un-lawliet ... and the photographs are actually from taken from Osanbashi Pier in Yokohama on New Years Eve 2023

Masterlist

Behind your back, blue lights of the harbour illumination were sparkling brightly in the last minutes of the old year, but their glitter did nothing to easy your discomfort. You really regretted having agreed to this date with the barista from the café you always picked the Armed Detective Agency's order up from. Especially since the longer the date progressed the more you wished you had instead agreed to spend New Year's Eve with the other members of the ADA. The man, John, was cute, with huge blue eyes and lazily sideways swiped hair, the American accent in his voice giving his speech a charming tilt.

And he was a welcome distraction from those coffee-brown eyes that kept haunting you.

Dazai was your coworker, you kept telling yourself, and he was the flirtiest man you knew. He flirted pretty much with everything and anything that crossed his path, except for you. In the beginning you had been rather happy he hadn't focused on you the same way he did with everyone else, but the better you got to know him, the more you hoped he'd also pay attention to you the way he seemed to do with everyone else. Sure, receiving the attention you had been craving for the past year would probably only make your feelings for him worse and end in heartbreak, considering he could never be serious. You had seen him go out with enough girls only to barely acknowledge them after, as if one date had been enough for him to completely lose any and all interest in them entirely. You feared if Dazai were to ever direct his attention to you, you'd end up meeting the same fate.

Your thoughts got interrupted by two warm and strong hands on your waist, making you tense up. Your date, John, had tried being handsy with you all evening and honestly, the more he tried the more your alarm bells rang. Not to mention that the date didn't go as planned at all. First he had been late and had dragged you to some cheap pizza place instead of the rice bowl restaurant you had agreed on. Then he had continued talking only about himself and how amazing it was for him to have scored a place in the exchange program to Japan before he even started making degrading comments about your "office job" because, unwilling to explain to him about abilities and the ADA, you had told him you worked as an assistant in a detective agency, which he had somehow understood as an invitation to look down on all office workers ever.

You should have called it quits after that, telling him you wanted to end the date there and instead have called up Kunikida to pick you up, so you could spend the rest of the evening with your coworkers and friends. But John had convinced you to come to Osanbashi Pier with him, so you had only sent a quick text to Atsushi, complaining about your situation.

Sure, the view over the harbour towards night-time Yokohama was fantastic and the light show, the illumination and the music creating a beautiful atmosphere, but with John sticking to your side, trying to pull you in every chance he got, you'd be lying if you said it didn't destroy the mood.

"Only ten seconds left of this year now," he whispered his tall frame towering over you, warm breath fanning over your ear, making you shudder.

The crowd around you began a count down, and you pressed closer to the balustrade of the pier, trying to avoid the overbearing contact with John's body, but he only stepped closer.

The Ferris Wheel at the other side of the harbour counted down the remaining seconds, colourful lights shining through the cool December night. You wondered what their light would look like reflected in Dazai's eyes.

Just when the countdown hit two, John spun you around to face him, and leant in. Panic surged through you, and before his lips could touch yours, you twisted in his arms, pushing away from him.

"What do you think you're doing," you shouted over the cheering of the crowd around you as the clock stroke midnight. The Ferris Wheels lit up in all colours of the rainbow.

"New Year's Kiss, what did you think," John grinned broadly as if he were proud of himself, reaching for your waist again to pull you back in.

"No thanks, I'm good," you denied.

His expression shifted from overly cheerful to threatening.

"I think I deserve one, don't you? I've been very patient with you the whole evening!"

"I said no." You tried sounding strong, but somehow a proper fight was a lot easier than standing up for yourself. Carefully you took a step back.

"What do you mean, no?"

Another step back and you collided with something warm an firm; the chest of another guest.

"I do suppose she meant it in the way it usually is used, as a denial or rejection," a male voice interrupted, the voice belonging to the man you had stumbled into. A shiver ran down your spine as you recognised it as Dazai's. What was he doing here? "But do correct me if I'm wrong, my love." Affectionately he patted your head as he always did. The contact sent excited sparks through your body.

"Who the hell are you," John snarled, taking a threatening step towards Dazai and you. Instinctively you tensed, preparing to defend yourself, but then Dazai's hand slipped from your head to rest on your shoulder instead, and you knew he was ready to pull you behind himself, should the need arise.

"The person who will make sure to snap your hands off at the wrist if you dare touching her again without her explicit wish."

You knew Dazai's words were directed at John to protect you, but you still couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine at the ice in his voice. Feeling you tremble, Dazai squeezed your shoulder gently through the long coat you were wearing, his caring touch such a strong contrast to the threat in his words.

"Dazai-"

Carefully you turned around to face him, trusting him to warn you in time should John try to move in. His usually warm brown eyes were hardened with disgust, leaving no doubt about how angry he was on your behalf. Behind your back, somewhere over the harbour, fireworks exploded in the night sky, earning "ahh"s and "ohh"s from the crowd around you. The reds and greens lit Dazai's face up from one side, making him look even more threatening. But you also couldn't help but think that if the expression in his eyes had been softer, he would have looked angelic.

"What's your problem, man," John asked, sounding truly annoyed now.

"My problem is that you tried to kiss her when she clearly told you she didn't want you to. We might go as far as calling it sexual assault," Dazai hissed, trying to take a step forward, but you placed your hand at his chest, stopping him. With every deep inhale he took the cool fabric of his open coat shifted slightly over the smooth material of the expensive waistcoat he wore, giving away how worked up he was. Immediately his brown eyes flickered down to your hand on his chest and then your eyes.

"Don't," you mumbled and Dazai's eyes softened immediately.

"What? You gonna let her put a leash on you like some fucking dog?" John's continuously raised voice started drawing the attention of the people around you to the dispute, making you want to hide against Dazai's chest.

"Oh, kinky," the detective chuckled. "Are you into that, my love?" The last part was directed at you, driving heat to your cheeks.

"Hey-"

John took a step forward, but before you could react, Dazai had shoved you behind him.

"If you take one more step, we'll find out if I can throw you far enough that you'll actually hit the harbour and not the street below," Dazai warned, the playful edge in his voice having vanished again entirely, leaving only a sharp cold. "What do you think, my love? It's quite far to the water. Think he'll make it?"

Tightly gripping onto Dazai's arm, should he actually plan on making good on his words, you directed your attention to John again.

"You should leave," you advised.

Much to your surprise John didn't disagree and instead turned away from you with a clearly audible "bitch" on his lips.

When the next firework exploded in a rain of reds and oranges in the sky above you, he had disappeared in the crowd. Immediately Dazai turned to you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and leaning down to eye level.

"Are you okay? Are you cold? You're shivering." The concern with which Dazai treated you now was the exact opposite of the way he had talked to John just a second ago. At his question you realised he was right. You were indeed shivering, but not from the cold and rather the stress the past minutes had caused you.

"How did you find me," you asked instead of answering as Dazai shrugged his coat off and threw it over your shoulders, tucking it into place without meeting your eyes.

"Atsushi showed me your message about how you wanted to leave and didn't know how. I got worried," he admitted and somehow he sounded unfamiliarly sincere, still evading your gaze.

"Thank you," you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder when you realised he wouldn't look at you.

"Can't have anything happening to you, you're too important to me," Dazai whispered, wrapping his arms around you, and holding you close, nuzzling his nose against your hair. He faintly smelled of green tea and ginger cookies.

For a moment you stood still like that, only processing what he had said.

"Why do you always call me 'my love'”, you suddenly asked, trying to pull away far enough to look at Dazai's face, but he kept you pressed to his chest.

"Can't you tell?"

Blue and purple fireworks lit up the night.

"Would I ask if I could?"

He sighed gently, placing a kiss against your hair. "You're not some tempting looking berry that could kill me with the first bite. You're- well, my love."

This time when you tried pulling away, he let you. His eyes reflected the glow of the Ferris Wheel behind your back and the sparks of the fireworks in the sky above the pier. The little light was enough to reveal the vulnerability in his gaze. It was strange. Dazai Osamu didn't do vulnerable. He was wrapped in bandages, protecting the traces of his hurtful past from preying eyes, always wore a cocky smile to hide the sadness that sometimes threatened to shimmer through. You knew him well enough to have seen him pull up these walls more than once. But now instead of throwing the gates to his soul shut, he pulled them wide open, letting you see everything, the pain, the fear, and seemingly infinite amounts of love. For a moment you thought you should be scared of being let in, being presented with all his heart like this. But instead all you felt was overwhelming gratitude and relief at finding your feelings returned.

Reaching up, you brushed a strand of his hair out of his forehead. His skin was cool to the touch and his eyes flickered closed for a moment before he forced them open again, giving you a long and intense look which finally pulled the words from your lips which you had held back for too long already.

"Please kiss me."

Dazai's eyes widened surprised at your request and flickered to your lips, but he hesitated. Instead of leaning in, his gaze grew absentminded for a moment, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Still focused on the way you nervously but your lip, he slowly spoke.

"If you let me kiss you now, you'll never get rid of me again," he warned.

"Who says I want to?"

"I mean it," his eyes finally found yours again as if he had snapped back into the moment. "I know you think I'll just move on like I do with everyone else, but the reason I can't stay with anyone else is because they aren't you."

Instead of answering him, you just kept looking at him, challengingly. Usually, Dazai was not one to easily loose a staring match, but this time he caved far quicker than you had anticipated. The only warning you got was a twitch of his nose before he leant in, pressing his soft lips against yours, making your eyes flicker closed. The smell of green tea filled your nose, as golden stars exploded over your heads, shining through your closed eyelids. Dazai's kiss was careful but determined as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you against him and when you wrapped your hand into the short hair in his nape, he quietly sighed into the kiss, sending another shiver through your body.

Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you could have sworn Dazai had to feel it and as if he had read your thoughts, he moved one hand from your waist, and instead slowly ran it up and down your back, gently comforting you into the kiss only to teasingly run the tip of his tongue against your lips once you had relaxed into his arms, making you inhale sharply at the foreign sensation and the sweet taste. Your reaction pulled a warm chuckle from his lips and heat into your cheeks but when you tried pulling away, he only let you do so for a moment before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you back against his lips, this time more urgent, making you gasp which in turn allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

It felt like he had taken up all your senses, his hair smooth under your fingers, the scent of green tea filling your nose, his breath and your heartbeat in your ears equally drowning out any other sound, his subtle taste of ginger cookies and mints making you dizzy. And when you pulled away, blinking your eyes open and gasping for breath, you met his eyes, fireworks of gold and silver reflecting in dark pools of brown that seemed to have found their own glow from within, shining with something you had never seen this strong in his eyes before. But it had been there for a long time, you suddenly realised, this softness with which he considered you, affection, that usually was well guarded behind the mask he always wore so meticulously. But now he had dropped that mask, for you. And that had to be the greatest gesture of trust you could imagine.

A smile pulled at Dazai's lips as he watched you study his face, not the usual teasing or silly smile, but an honest, heartfelt one.

"Happy New Year," you mumbled, reaching up, brushing the back of your fingers over his cheek. You could have sworn a slight hint of pink dusted over his face but in the dim and ever-changing light of the fireworks it was impossible to be certain.

Dazai laughed quietly, placing his hands at your waist, under his coat which he had thrown over your shoulders earlier, but over your own jacket and pulled you against him until your hips were flushed against his.

"Happy New Year," he whispered back before he leant in to kiss you once more.

[pocketnewsforyou]

Tuesday 4/1/2025

Senator Cory Booker nears 24 hour filibuster against Trump agenda

Senator Booker, New Jersey, promised to stand on the senate floor as long as he is ““physically able.” According to CNN Booker now holds the record of 2nd longest speech on the Senate floor. Booker’s protest reflects constituent’s pressure to combat the Trump administration. Booker’s filibuster is symbolic as it is not delaying a specific piece of legislation, but the administration as a whole. A normal filibuster is when a politician holds up the process by speaking on the Senate floor, filibuster can last as long as the speaker wishes, however they are not allowed to leave the senate floor. Another way is for the Senate to vote a ⅔ majority to end the filibuster, called ‘cloture.’ CNN highlights that Booker “warned in his remarks that the “country is in crisis” as he railed against a wide-range of issues, from castigating Elon Musk’s efforts to overhaul the federal government under Trump to warning of potential cuts to key health care programs for millions of Americans… In just 71 days, the president of the United States has inflicted so much harm on Americans’ safety; financial stability; the core foundations of our democracy. These are not normal times in America. And they should not be treated as such in the United States Senate.” 

https://www.cnn.com/2025/03/31/politics/booker-senate-floor-speech-trump-protest/index.html 

https://www.senate.gov/about/powers-procedures/filibusters-cloture.htm#:~:text=That%20year%2C%20the%20Senate%20adopted,of%20the%20100%2Dmember%20Senate. 

National Security Advisor used personal Gmail accounts to share official communications

National Security Adviser Michael Waltz and other members of the Trump administration’s national security team used personal gmail accounts for government communications. This comes after Waltz added the Atlantic editor to a Signal group chat to discuss military tactics and confidential information. Independent states that the emails sent “ included sensitive military positions and weapons systems in connection with an ongoing conflict, …..  [and] his schedule and other work documents” Experts claim that “foreign intelligence services place a high value on the communications and schedules of top officials.” Trump backed Waltz after the ‘Signalgate’ controversy, however sources say “[Trump] reportedly met with Vice President JD Vance and Chief of Staff Susie Wiles, as well as others, to discuss whether or not to keep the national security adviser in his post. 

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-politics/national-security-adviser-trump-gmail-signal-b2725616.html 

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Writing Tips for Beginners

Writing can feel intimidating when you're just starting out. There’s a lot to consider, but taking things step by step can make the process much smoother. This guide walks you through essential tips to help you navigate your writing journey with confidence.

1. Why Do You Want to Write?

The first step in becoming a writer is understanding your motivation. Ask yourself:

- Do you want to write entertaining stories with no deeper lessons?

- Are you passionate about highlighting important issues to educate readers?

- Do you wish to share valuable life lessons and inspire others?

- Or is it a mix of all these reasons?

Defining your “why” will shape what and how you write, giving your work purpose and direction.

2. Choosing a Writing Style

Your writing style is a key part of storytelling. Start by exploring:

- Third Person: "Jake went to school late this morning because he forgot to set his alarm clock."

- First Person: "I can't believe I forgot to set my alarm clock last night. Now, I'm late for school."

Both styles are powerful, but picking one to focus on as a beginner can help you find your groove. Mastery of both can come later.

3. Choosing a Genre

Think about what you love to read or watch—those genres can inspire your writing. Your familiarity with the genre will guide you in crafting your story, but always ensure your ideas are original. Copying someone else’s work risks losing the respect and trust of your audience.

4. Brainstorming Ideas

Brainstorming is where creativity starts. Keep a notebook or document of ideas—no matter how wild they seem. Even ideas that don’t fit one story might inspire another in the future.

5. Creating a Writing Schedule

Life can be busy, but carving out time for writing is essential. Even five minutes a day can build momentum and keep creativity flowing. Little by little, it all adds up.

6. Making a Plot Outline

Outlining your plot keeps your story organized and prevents excessive rewrites. A simple outline looks like this:

- Jane goes to the library.

- Jane grabs her favorite book.

- Jane meets the librarian.

This allows for creativity while keeping the story on track.

7. Creating Character Sheets

Characters are the heart of your story. Use character sheets to note their:

- Features

- Personality

- Behaviors

- Interests

This ensures your characters are unique and memorable, reducing confusion for readers.

8. Choosing Writing Software

Pick software that suits your needs. Options include:

- Microsoft Word: Reliable and feature-rich for writing, editing, and formatting.

- Google Docs: Free and convenient, but dependent on internet access.

- Open-Source Software: Free alternatives, though they may have limited features.

9. Writing Tools

Leverage tools like Grammarly to catch errors and refine your work. While AI tools can aid editing and polishing, remember they're there to support—not replace—your creativity. Work smarter, not harder!

10. Editing

Editing doesn’t have to be daunting. Take breaks to see your work with fresh eyes and use tools like Grammarly or text-to-speech programs to catch errors. Rewrite or cut scenes that don’t serve the story’s purpose.

11. Exploring Publishing Options

You have two main routes:

- Traditional Publishing: Requires pitching your manuscript but offers professional backing—though it can take time.

- Self-Publishing: Faster and gives you full control. Platforms like Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) offer free marketing tools like giveaways and discounts.

Research to find what fits your goals.

Conclusion

Writing takes time, patience, and a willingness to learn. By following these tips, you’ll be well on your way to starting and succeeding on your writing journey. Happy writing!