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[themindfulmanatee]

UNBIOLOGICAL Sisters https://etsy.me/3jCliXd

#unbiological #stepsister #sisters #bestfriendgift #friendshipgift #sale #freeshipping

[b-lessings]

Beautiful unique (arabic) boy/girl name suggestions for my little nephew/ niece? 🥰

#my unbiological brother's wife's pregnant ALLAHUMA BARIK #and me being the auntie that I am Have already started picking names before we even know the gender 🙈 #bc that's who I am as a person

[dumb-admins]

💛Never saw it that way🩶

Raza and ash

Fluff and little agents

Every one was home for the holidays but ash didn’t feel like going home so he stayed in his dorm. But soon ash got bored and went to the library to see if light was back from his internship. As ash got to the library he saw one so he was about to leave till he saw some fluffy hair. “Hello?” ash was confused oh who was in the library especially at night. The person jump a bit upon hear ash. “Hiya?” Ash stopped in his tracks, he knew that voice it was Raza. “Didn’t expect someone like you to be in a library…at night.” Raza didn’t respond to ash and continued to read one of the books they had in their pile. “What are you doing here anyway?” Raza looked up at ash. “Reading of course! I’m doing some research for my robots!” Ash looked surprised. “You make robots?” “Yes I just am told not to talk about it so much.” Ash sighed softly and weighed his options. “Go ahead and tell me all about robots if you want, i’m not doing anything.” Raza’s eye lit up with excitement and she went on a 2 hour rant about all the robots and creation they have made.

“Wow.” Ash was surprised by Raza’s knowledge. “I know aren't robots so amazing!?” Raza started jumping up and down, she was stimming. “Say why are you even here shouldn’t you be with you family?” Ash questioned, Raza looked up the excitement slowly draining from her sunset eyes. “Why aren’t you with your family?” Raza argued back. “It’s a long story..” Ash mumbled cautiously “I just had a 2 hour long rant I can’t be longer then that?” Ash rolled his eyes but knew Raza had a point. He sighed and lean back in his chair “Well my mom isn’t the best person and had an affair with my uncle so I’m not technically my dad's kid and I don’t want to deal with my "brothers" shit this year, my mom is trying to get the family back together but I don’t want to deal with them making fun of me this year.” Raza nodded their head, semi understanding. “So why aren't you with your family?” Raza was trying to think of the best way to explain it. “I don’t have a family.” Raza shrugged but did look a bit sad and Ash looked shocked. “Do you know what happened to them?” Raza shook their head no. “To be honest I don’t care about what happened to them they aren’t technically my family anymore…I know your family might not be the best but hey you said it yourself your mom is trying and I think that’s the best she can do.” Ash though about it for a moment. “I-I never thought it that way…” Ash felt a bit bad since he was talking about his family and yet Raza doesn’t even have one. “It’s just prospective thats all.” she hummed softly “I’m sorry Raza.” Raza looked confused. “Why are you sorry if it about the family think you are all fine…to be honest I don’t say this much but everyone here feels like a family so in other words I should be thanking you for being my unbiological dad.” Raza have a smile and Ash didn’t notice but he started to tear up a bit. Ash held his arms out looking like he was asking for a hug and Raza hugged him.

Later Raza texted Ash about it but between the two of them the whole group was the best family they have ever had.

-Admin J (whoa Admin J made a post!)

#oc stuff #ocs #angst #fluff #oc tag #oc #unbiological family #i’m not dead

[cordyce]

(we are written) in the sand and in the stars

Neteyam x Reader

FIC SUMMARY: Sullys stick together. That is something you have heard since the beginning. But when you are forced to uproot and leave your home, it is something you must learn to fully take to heart. You are not technically a Sully, but you fight like one. And that in turn is enough to be shielded like one as well. There is no choice but to openly accept that this family, these Na’vi, are your fortress. It is perhaps harder, though, to accept that Neteyam has seemingly appointed himself as your personal guard.

TAGS: partially canon compliant. canon divergent. reader is spider’s unbiological “sister”. neteyam is a very protective big brother & protective in general. reader is an unofficial sully. canon-typical violence. reader is an avatar turned “na’vi”. bigger time cap. characters are older than canon. slow burn. friends to lovers. reader & neteyam lean on each other. near death experiences. not canon ending. fluff & angst. problems with identity. best friends to lovers. betrayal. denial of feelings. love confessions. comfort. lo’ak is a little shit but we love him. tuk is so precious.

CHAPTER ONE: The Turning of the Tide

“Change is not always wished for.

Sometimes it just crashes in; ebbs and flows like the oceans waves as the tides attempt to conquer their never ending battle of easing against the grain. It does not give you much of a choice, does not care about your contentment in the moment, whether or not you are ready to embrace it. Fair amounts of times there is no warning, no siren to let you know of its approach.

It simply comes. And it uproots you from the comfort of where you find yourself to be planted. Your roots being forced out of the only soil that you know, that makes you who you are, that augments you.

And it plants you elsewhere.”

Continue reading here.

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[thedensworld]

Lover | Kim Mingyu

How You Two Notice Feelings

Lover Series 🖤🌼

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x Fashion Editor!reader (ft. Joshua as an unbiological brother)

Genre: Romance, Angst, Series, Humour

Note: i'm sorry i use she pronouns for this series😔

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After pouring five years of relentless effort, learning from seasoned mentors, and shedding blood, sweat, and tears, your dedication bore fruit as you were fortunate enough to ascend the ranks, securing the position of Artistic Director for the South Korea branch. The news of your promotion filled Joshua and your mother with excitement, especially considering how your demanding work had kept you from visiting them even during your time in Seoul. The prospect of your impending move to Seoul sparked Joshua to start planning a celebration.

Over the course of a month, you meticulously prepared for your move, addressing logistical challenges like sending your belongings, securing a visa due to your non-Korean origins, and attending to work-related matters. Now, you found yourself standing on Seoul, the very heart of South Korea's capital city. As you emerged from the gate, your heart warmed at the sight of your mother holding a sign bearing your name and Joshua standing beside her, a mask and hat partially concealing his features. With a wide grin, you waved, the anticipation and joy palpable.

"Lost some weight, huh?" Your mother's observation upon seeing you prompted a laugh to escape your lips, breaking the initial wave of emotions.

"I'll grab your things," Joshua offered, extending his help after an extended embrace. Grateful, you muttered your thanks before linking arms with your mother.

"Jet lag bothering you?" Your mother's query brought back memories of your tendency to suffer from jet lag, even after relatively short train journeys. Joshua's chuckle in the background, giving a playful jab at your enduring idiosyncrasy, a sign of his endearing fondness for his little sister.

For now, your plan was to reside temporarily with your mother, despite the hour-long commute to your workplace. The inefficiency was overshadowed by the comfort of being with her, reminiscent of times past.

"Are you staying here?" After emerging from the bathroom and spotting Joshua on the couch, indulging in potato chips and his favored Netflix series, you inquired. He invited you to join him, a temptation you couldn't resist, despite the lateness of the hour. Sleep eluded you, even though it was nearing midnight and you'll have a busy day ahead, visiting the office and various locations.

As you settled in beside him, he graciously shared his chips, a small gesture that highlighted the mutual respect you held for each other—an unspoken bond between unbiological siblings.

"I'm glad you made to move here," Joshua remarked, turning his gaze towards you, a smile lighting up his face. In response, you returned his smile, playfully querying,

"Missed me, did you?" Joshua's nod was confirmation enough.

"It reminds me of when Mom first introduced you. It felt odd, like I was too old to suddenly have a sister. At the time, we both sensed the awkwardness between us. Having never had a sister before, your arrival was quite the... surprise. Yes, a surprise."

Your smile grew wider, and you mused, "But when I left..." trailing off, your gaze met his, and he nodded in understanding. "Yes, when you left five years ago. I've never felt that kind of loneliness before. I grew up with twelve members, but when I got a taste of having a sister and you were gone for such a long time, I couldn't help but cry."

For a moment, you were taken aback by this unexpected confession. Embracing Joshua, you held him close, your affection for him as a brother evident in the tightness of your grip. "Really, Josh?"

His embrace conveyed reassurance and sincerity as he continued, "I'd only ever heard stories about members with sisters, like Vernon, Jeonghan, and Mingyu. They always worried over their sisters, and I secretly envied those emotions. When you left, I finally understood that feeling. It wasn't solely because you were gone; it was because I now had a sister too."

Resting your head upon his shoulder and intertwining your arms, you murmured, "You're a great brother as well, Josh. You should know that."

*

"The new Artistic Director is coming in an hour," the assistant of the photoshoot's director informed, caught by Mingyu's ears. Suddenly, a flurry of activity engulfed the staff, feverishly tidying and polishing every corner of the photoshoot venue.

"Let's move on to the next outfit," the director announced, prompting Mingyu to express his gratitude to the staff before stepping away.

"Who's coming?" Mingyu queried his manager while changing into his next ensemble. "Should I prepare myself?"

"A new director is visiting. Would you like to greet them? They should arrive in about fifteen minutes," his manager conveyed, also inquiring about his coffee order. The photoshoot team informed them of a food truck sent by the new director, replete with coffee and desserts.

Mingyu's eyes lit up at the mention of fudgy brownies. "Hyung, you know my order," he chimed, referring to his preference for an ice americano paired with fudgy brownies. His manager chuckled indulgently before departing to fetch his third outfit. With three more outfits to go, he eagerly anticipated the brownies.

"The director is rather young," his manager remarked when Mingyu emerged from the changing room for the fourth outfit.

"They're here?" Mingyu inquired, his restlessness palpable.

"She's here."

"A woman? Should I introduce myself?" Mingyu pondered aloud, prompting his manager to discuss the matter with today's director. Mingyu's eyes widened as he recognized a familiar figure moving around the venue. "Ms. Y/n, meet Kim Mingyu, our global brand ambassador and the star of this shoot."

A smile graced your lips as you extended a hand for a handshake. "Long time no see, Mingyu," you greeted warmly, evoking fond memories of your past interactions.

You explained your connection to the director, who left the two of you to engage in further conversation. "How have you been?" you inquired.

Mingyu's smile radiated genuine contentment. "I'm doing great. You moved here to Seoul, right?" he confirmed, prompting your nod. "I just got here yesterday. How's the shoot going?"

"It's incredible. Park Jihoon, the director, always has a keen eye for what works best," Mingyu praised before being called back for another shoot. You allowed him to proceed before resuming your exploration of the venue. Little did anyone in that space know the profound effect this reunion was having on Mingyu's heart.

*

Following his return from France, no one could have told the way your friendly interactions would set Mingyu's heart racing. Your frequent texting and video calls had even induced blushes on his cheeks. After a heartbreak months ago, he hadn't anticipated experiencing these feelings again, but unbeknownst to him, the sentiment was reciprocated on your end as well.

A week turned into a month, during which both of you unwittingly toyed with each other's feelings for nearly a year, all beneath the innocent labels of friends. While you habitually addressed each other as bestie, babe, and love, you were fully aware of the profound impact these terms held for one another. This recognition became a sweet addiction that drew you closer.

As the autumn breeze rustled through the leaves, you found yourself buried in a mountain of work, rarely engaging with your phone. It wasn't about mundane life updates; it was the shared texts that mattered. Mingyu still messaged you, but the rush of tasks left little room for replies. Days merged into weeks, and you realized that more than ten days had passed without a response. The courage to apologize or explain your situation escaped you, causing you to inadvertently distance yourself further.

In Mingyu's eyes, he saw his actions as immature. Despite his age, this realm was unfamiliar to him. He acknowledged that you were simply friends, yet he couldn't deny the undeniable spark between you two. His recent actions could be attributed to disappointment after your month-long silence. He pieced together snippets of your life from a friend's Instagram Story, and this might have prompted him to respond to a girl who reached out to him through DM, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The realization that he'd made a mess of things dawned on him when pictures of him with the girl began circulating online. He held a faint hope that you'd come across them. Taking it a step further, his company issued a statement, falsely claiming he was in a relationship with the girl, all to gauge your reaction. Yet, the most poignant moment of his realization came when your communication ceased altogether. Four years had passed, but the feelings he held for you refused to wane.

*

When was the last time you'd been in a relationship? Seven years ago. Navigating the complexities of dating, particularly with Korean men, had always been challenging. Dating in itself was a labyrinthine journey. Cultural barriers loomed, evident from a past experience where you had dated a coworker. The affair lasted six months before you left it behind to chase your dreams in France.

The day's schedule had concluded. Exiting the car, which belonged to Joshua, you entered the house. The dimly lit environment was guided only by the entrance's faint lights. The clock displayed 9 PM, suggesting your mother had rested for the night. While you temporarily occupied Joshua's room, he slept at a shared apartment with other members. A twinge of guilt tugged at you for taking over his space.

"Josh, are you asleep?" you called out to Joshua through phone call.

"No, I'm hanging out with the members. Have you eaten?" he responded.

Your circle was small—your family, Joshua, and your mother were your constants. But there was also Mingyu, in the past. While your connection had been stronger four years back, now it seemed to have faded to mere acquaintance status. Your recent meeting stirred up memories, though they weren't numerous. These fragments remained locked within you—the way he spoke, laughed over phone and video calls, even his quirks. You held them close. To Mingyu, you might be just a friend, but the nightly calls raised questions. Did friends talk every night? The emotions you held for him loomed large.

"No, I haven't eaten, Josh," you responded with a mumble.

"Do you want to join us? The guys wouldn't mind," he offered, prompting a series of voices from his fellow members asking "who?" before he informed them, "Y/n."

"I'll make some ramyeon; I don't want to bother," you replied.

"No worries. Should I come pick you up? Are you home?" he inquired.

A chuckle escaped you. "Josh, your car is with me," you reminded him, causing him to swear under his breath.

"Mingyu's about to arrive. He could give you a ride. You're friends, right?" he suggested.

And that suggestion solidified your decision to decline. "I'll just make some ramyeon. Goodbye, Josh. Have a great time!" You exhaled heavily as the call ended. The question nagged at you: Why did you always deceive yourself?

#mingyu imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #kim mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagine #mingyu au #mingyu fluff #mingyu recs #mingyu #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n

[sheisjoeschateau]

vision board for chapter x

“Oh, so we DO love Steve.”

A strict citywide evacuation and mandate approaching. An underworld surfacing. New romance, new heartbreak, new fears.

Two universes colliding. One unbiological family underneath one roof. And the end of the world.

Steve & Bauman have just come together, just in time for everything around them to be falling apart.

CHAPTER X • THIS WEEK love, misha

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[cumipandang07]

unbiological siblings! 👭👭

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[svechnikovvv]

friend of a friend

pairing: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

warnings: profanity

summary: you finally meet the jamie trevor is always talking about

a/n: first jamie one and i’m so excited

masterlist: here

being friends with trevor had its benefits. such as going to his hockey games and meeting all of his pro hockey friends. specifically a certain jamie drysdale.

jamie and i met when i picked trevor up from practice one day.

***

to say i was lost would be the understatement of the year. i had no fucking clue where i was. all trevor said was to come to the arena and go inside.

i’m walking around, taking different turns down different hallways and yep, im lost.

“this is why i don’t listen to trevor,” i mumble to myself, then bumping into somebody.

“woah, speedy gonzalez,” i hear someone laugh and i look up to see possibly one of the prettiest guys ever. he’s smiling, and oh my god, the freckles on his face i could sit there and count them all day.

“sorry, i should really pay attention sometimes.” he waves me off

“not that i’m complaining, because it’s not everyday you run into a pretty lady, but do you work here?” my face heats up at his compliment and i shake my head.

“quite the opposite. i’m looking for someone.” he leans against the wall opposite of me and crosses his arms.

“and who might that be?”

“i don’t know if you know him, but trevor.”

“zegras?” i nod and he stands up, gesturing me to follow him.

“so how do you know z?” i ask him

“teammate.”

“you poor soul.” he laughs

“how do you know z?” he fires back at me

“grew up together,” he nods his head. we continue to keep the conversation flowing and soon, we’re at the ice. trevor sees the guy and i and he cheers.

“was wondering when you’d get here,” he steps off the ice and pulls me into a hug.

“yeah, well, ‘come to rink and come inside’ is a very vague text message.” he rolls his eyes and then looks at the guy beside me.

“jamie, i see you’ve met y/n.” trevor throws an arm around my shoulders. so this is jamie

“this is the y/n you always talk about?” i look at jamie

“all good things i hope.” i give him a smile

“yep, this is my unbiological sister.” trevor says

“sadly,” i mumble to myself, but he hears it anyways. he gasps and goes to poke my side, but i move out from under his arm and stand behind jamie.

“protect me jamie!” his arms go out in front of him to guard me.

“don’t worry y/n, i’ll be your knight in shining armor.” trevor tries to get me, but jamie stops him.

“jamie, i thought we were friends.” trevor says

“we are, but i must protect the fair maiden. what kind of knight in shining armor would i be if i didn’t?” trevor rolls his eyes and walks back to the bench, grabbing his stuff and walking back over to jamie and i.

“alright drysdale, i’ve gotta go.” they dap each other up and trevor nods his head in the direction to leave.

“it was nice meeting you jamie.” i give him a little smile

“likewise,” he says.

***

i throw on my drysdale jersey that jamie gifted me and i do a double-check to make sure i have everything i need before leaving the house. this would be my first time wearing the jersey, so it’s kind of a surprise for jamie.

***

“honey i’m home!” i get up off the couch and run over to the door to greet jamie.

“there you are. went to your place and you weren’t there,” he pouts.

“z wanted to watch the newest spider-man movie, so he invited me over.” he nods and pulls me into him, giving me a short and sweet kiss.

“come on lovebirds! this movie won’t watch itself!” i see jamie roll his eyes and we walk over to the couch, me sitting in jamie’s lap. i rest my side against his chest and he places a bag in my lap.

“what’s this?”

“just figured i’d get you a little something.” i give him a look and he smiles.

“open it, i want to see what it is.” trevor impatiently says and i open said bag, pulling out a duck’s jersey. i open it and hold it up to see jamie’s last name and number across the back.

“i’ve been replaced.” i hear trevor sigh and jamie and i laugh

“it’s okay z, i still love you.” jamie says and i set the jersey down in my lap.

“thank you my love, it’s amazing.” i whisper to jamie and his face goes red place a kiss on his cheek.

***

when i get to the arena, i make my way to the seat right by the ice. i see some of the other wags and their kids by the ice, the kids standing on the chairs and tapping the glass. i sit down and jamie’s eyes meet mine and he skates over. he stops by the glass and smiles.

“jaim, look.” i turn around and show him that i was wearing his jersey and i spin back around to see him smiling. he blows me a kiss and then skates off.

“you guys are cute,” i hear dani say and my face heats up.

“i can’t imagine being with anyone else,” i say as i watch jamie skate around and laugh at something trevor said.

once the game was over, i head to the tunnel with the other people and jamie is one of the first people to come out. he rushes over to me and pulls me into him.

“you’re eager,” i laugh and he nods.

“with you wearing my jersey, how can’t i be?” he pulls away from the hug and goes to kiss me but i stop him.

“right now? babe, we’re in public.” he pouts, his hands toying with my belt loops.

“BUT, maybe i can make an exception for you.” his face lights up and i place a hand on his cheek and he bends down, capturing my lips in his. we then pull apart and he looks down at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. his hand then rests on my cheek. his eyes take a brief look at my jersey and he smiles.

“i can get used to seeing you with my last name.”

“mm, you’re such a flirt.”

“for you and you only.”

tags: @jackhues @jackhughesily

a/n: first jamie one, how we feeling? but i am officially done with requests (:

#jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale #nhl hockey #nhl #anaheim ducks

[healtraumagainyou]

Shout out to the system dads. Join me in celebrating:

CGs in the system who care for littles that call them 'dad' 'dada' 'daddy' 'papa'

Alters who take care of their hosts and are refered to with those same names or others.

Alters who are jokingly called dad and consider themselves to have that role.

Alters who are trying to make up for a biological/unbiological father's abuse outside the system.

For any system members who are father figures.

Endogenics, do not touch this post.

#system caretaker #system caregiver #father's day #osdd #did #dissociative identity disorder #osdd 1a #osdd 1b #udd system #traumagenic

[writethesleepaway]

Every Girl But One - P1

Summary: Growing up with Steve Harrington as your best friend meant that you saw each other as family. Watching that role stick after your feelings for him change can only hurt.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WC: 2889

Warnings: angst, swearing and dumbass steve :)

A/N: based on a true fucking story because god i fucking hate 'being one of the boys'

Here is part 2!

(divider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

Steve always said that you were his best girl, his unbiological sister, his sidekick, ever since you were little kids. You'd spend summers with him, running around his or your yard, chasing each other with bubbles or water guns. In school, you shared all your classes, purposely choosing them each year so you'd be seated together. Every time you cried, Steve was there to wipe your tears, dust you off, and get you back on track. Every time Steve was sad at watching his parents leave for their usual meetings, you invited him over for a movie and a sleepover. There was this unspoken, mutually benficial relationship you had that no matter the situation, you'd always be there for each other. But of course, you just had to catch feelings for him.

You had to catch feelings for Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, who developed this flirtatious drawl and touchy mannerisms. You first witnessed it in the 8th grade, Steve wanted to ask Suzie Carter to the summer dance, and of course she said yes. Your eyebrow raised, initially weirded out by the sudden change in voice and unfamiliar behaviour, but you passed it off as 'something guys just do'. The second time it happened was only 2 weeks later, when Steve asked Alice Brown to be his girlfriend. Naturally, you were shocked that he took interest in her, as you thought he liked Suzie, but you didn't really question it further than that. Eventually, it overtook his whole personality, it was like some persona that possessed him, only when he spoke to girls, when he spoke to any girl. Any girl but you. To you, he just went back to his original self, talking to you like he would when you were 10 years old again.

Of course, you tried to brush it off like it was nothing, you guys were best friends, always had been, always will be, so of course he'd talk to you the same! Yet your foolish heart cracked more and more each time he'd tell you about his conversations with girls, girls prettier than you, kinder than you, more deserving of his love than you.

I'm telling you now Y/N, you gotta fix this, either tell him, get rejected and move on, or tell him and start dating, or just force your feelings away. It's only going to end badly for you, because he's stupid and blind.

Your other friends warned you, which you were appreciative of, but you couldn't help but follow your feelings. The familiar ache would start again in your chest whenever you saw him leaning up against some locker, running his fingers over some new girl's chin, wondering when it would be you. A part of you knew that if you ever had that chance, you'd probably just be another one on the ongoing list of girls Steve talked to, but you really couldn't care less, you just wanted the validation, the achievement, his attention.

"Steve, how many girls are you going to talk to this year?" you asked, sipping on your lemonade as you spent another day basking in the summer heat with Steve.

"What kinda question is that, Y/N?" he asked, tilting his head to the left.

"A genuine one! I always see you talking to girls in the hallway, so let's make a bet. I think that this year, this school year, you're going to talk to 35 girls."

"35?! I feel like I can do better than that!"

"Oh, so now your goal is to talk to as many girls as possible?"

"Well, not exactly, and plus, when you say it like that you make it sound like a bad thing!"

"Well... Yeah. Nobody likes being the second, third, or 35th choice Steve. You're breaking hearts!"

"Oh come on Y/N, it's nothing serious, I'm sure I'm not breaking hearts. If I was, they'd say something to me, but they're not! I'm just having fun, y'know?"

"Sure, whatever you say Stevie."

"I think I'm going to talk to 50."

"Jesus Steve the goal is to go down, not up!"

"Hey, I'm just being realistic."

"So, senior year, you'll go out with a bang, huh? Why not just try to talk to every girl! Get them all on your belt!"

"Every girl but one."

Your heart stopped at hearing Steve say this, somewhere deep down in your mind you knew that he was going to say that you were the exception, he could never see you as anything more than his friend.

"Who's the one exception Steve?"

"You, duh!"

He said it with such enthusiasm, like it was obvious, and you couldn't help but internally scream as you scrambled to pull together the broken pieces of your heart that had just shattered in your chest.

Steve spoke again after you were silent for too long.

"Y/N...? You okay?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yup! 'M good."

"Okay... You know you'll always be my girl right? These others might come and go but I'll always have your back, just you and me against the world."

"Yeah Steve, I know."

He pulled you into a hug, one that you didn't really reciprocate, but moved just enough to convince him that you were okay. A part of you started to dread going back to school with him, knowing that you'd endure another year of watching him flirt with girls left and right. But there really wasn't much you could do, Steve was too stuck in his mindset, or 'had his head too far up his ass' as your friends liked to phrase it.

To your surprise, Steve kept his number of girls to a minimum, somehow falling head over heels for none other than Nancy Wheeler. It kinda made sense, she was pretty, smart, motivated, and you guessed that Steve liked the challenge; she wasn't like any of the other girls he would ask out. So when you'd hear the occasional "Hey, have you heard? Steve and Nancy are still going at it! Can you believe it's lasted anything longer than a hookup?" you were slightly shocked. Naturally, as his relationship with Nancy progressed, yours deteriorated. He spent less and less time with you, talking to you, even looking at you, pouring all his time and attention into his girlfriend. Of course you understood, you'd want your own boyfriend to do the same, but your heart burned, longing for your friendship and the way things used to be.

"Come on, Y/N, we've got to get you out of this funk. I don't care that you and Steve used to be best friends, it's time for you to move on." Robin moaned as she tried to pull you off her bedroom floor by your wrist.

"Move on? Who said I was stuck on him in the first place?" you asked as you looked up at her.

"Y/N, I'm not stupid, you look at him like you're a puppy who got left on the side of the road."

"Uh, as if! I just, miss my friend, that's all."

"Yeah, and the hypothetical relationship you could have had! It's so obvious that you were head over heels for him."

"Even if I was, there's nothing I can do about it Robs, he's got eyes for Nancy and Nancy only."

"Y'know, I heard a rumour that she's been hanging out with Jonathan."

"Wait what, Jonathan who?"

"That Byers kid, the photographer?"

"I thought he was... y'know..."

"Oh my god Y/N you can say the word gay."

"Gay! Yeah, what happened to him being gay?"

"Who knows? Who cares? He's obviously done something to attract Nancy."

"I'm sure it's just some stupid rumour, started by Tommy or something, to get back at Steve."

"No I'm serious! People have seen them driving home together!"

"Yeah, whatever you say Robin."

"Look, regardless of Nancy's situation, you need to get off your ass about Steve. He's clearly too dumb to see what he's been missing. You're a great girl, you're kind, you're pretty, and you've always been there for him. Can you say the same about him? Aboslutely not! Therefore, I suggest we kick the 'ditch Steve' plan into action! We can even find you a different guy! I heard Billy's single these days!"

"Really Robin? You did not just suggest Billy as a replacement for Steve. And he's always single! That's his whole thing, hookups or nothing!"

"Okay, sure, maybe he's racist and misogynistic, but what guy isn't these days? He'll be perfect to take your mind off of Harrington!"

"Oh yeah, that's a great idea, get fucked by Billy Hargrove and lose all thoughts of Steve Harrington!" you deadpanned, causing Robin to losen her grasp on your arm and fall to the floor laughing.

"This is serious Robin! I can't continue living my life obsessing over him! It's bad enough that he's my best friend!"

"He was your best friend!"

"Thank you so much for reminding me."

The two of you stayed on her floor for what felt like hours, thinking of different ways to get over Steve, ultimately failing to come up with a concrete plan. It felt like no matter what you did you'd come back to the same conclusion, you'd always have a crush on him and he'd always just see you as a friend, and nothing more. At least talking to your friends about it offered some form of distraction.

A few days later word spread around that a Halloween party was being hosted, and for some reason, everyone was invited. Robin forced you to attend, saying it would be a good way to take your mind off of your crush, which you replied to saying you agreed except for the fact that Steve and Nancy would most likely be there, thus backfiring on her plan. Yet, for some reason you still went, choosing to momentarily forget about your problems. You showed up to the house with Robin, not really dressed as anything in particular, about 2 hours late, hoping you would have avoided the initial rush.

"Y/L/N, is that you?" a voice called out to you from the dark. You squint your eyes to find Billy, leaning against his car, smoking probably for the millionth time that night.

"What do you want Billy?" you asked with an uninterested tone.

"Just curious, since when do you go to parties little lady?"

"God, don't call me that. And whether or not I go to parties or not is none of your business."

He sauntered up to you and your surroundings suddenly seemed smaller, like the world was shrinking into you. You couldn't keep your eyes off of his as he slowly walked up to you, using his free hand to move the hair out of your face. If your heart was beating before, it was definitely racing now, as Robin's words echoed back to you. Sure there was a chance Billy would completely ignore you after the night, but the sudden attention made you burn up.

"Hm, a different nickname then? Princess? Sweetheart? Ba-"

"Get your fucking hands off of her, Billy." Steve growled as he burst through the door.

"This doesn't concern you Harrinton, go tend to your girlfriend, or what's left of her now that she's dealing with Byers."

You didn't expect Steve to show up and talk to Billy like that, especially after practically ignoring your existence for months. You also definitely didn't expect him to grab him by the collar and slam him into a tree, threatening to do worse if he didn't leave you alone. Billy took the hint and wandered into the house, claiming he wasn't 'drunk enough for this shit'.

Steve turned to look at you, his expression softening when he saw you looking at him oddly.

"Come on, Y/N, don't look at me like that."

"Don't look at you like what?"

"Like you aren't happy to see me!"

"Well, I'm not... I'm surprised you even remember my name."

"What? The hell are you talking about?"

"Steve, you haven't spoken to me in months, let alone looked at me. Now you come out here and shoo Billy away?"

"Billy isn't good for you, Y/N, you know that."

"And you do?"

"Yes! I'm your best friend, I'll always watch out for you!"

"No Steve, you're barely even just a friend these days! You've been so occupied with Nancy that you haven't even had the time to look at me! I'm not asking for much Steve, just for you to acknowledge my existence. But I guess your girl is more important than that."

"She's... she's not my girl."

"So the rumours are true?"

"Yeah, she got drunk and then told me we were bullshit, that our love was bullshit."

"I'm sorry Steve, that's a horrible way to be broken up with."

"Yeah. I guess it's back to finding a girl I go."

"Wait, you just got dumped, and you're seriously back to finding a girl?"

"I mean, yeah? What else would I do?"

"How bout take some time off? Think about what is wrong with you that made Nancy break up with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What about what's wrong with her? And what's wrong with you?! Why are you saying there's something wrong with me?"

"Steve, she's a smart girl, she wouldn't have just dumped you for no reason. And she's nice, so if it was the case of feelings disappearing she would have dumped you differently."

Steve shook his head at your words, sliding down next to your feet as you leaned against the same tree where Billy was pushed into.

"Y'know, I thought you'd be more excited to talk to me." he whispered.

"Y'know, so did I."

"So why aren't you?"

"I'm tired, Steve."

"Oh, do you want me to drive you home?"

"No, I mean my heart, is tired. I'm mentally exhausted."

"What's up?"

"I have spent years with you, loving you, and being in love with you. And you'd think that you'd be able to stop, just for one fucking second, to look at what's right in front of you and see what's there. See that I have always been, and probably always will be, there. But no, you fuck off from girl to girl and the second you get with Nancy, nobody else exists. And the moment you're done with Nancy, you're already gone again, looking for girl, looking for any girl, but me, of course. Because to you I'm not a girl, to you I'm Y/N, I'm different, I'll never be a girl that you can see in any way other than your close friend. That's what's up, Steve."

Steve's jaw dropped at your confession. You weren't sure where the sudden nerve to spit out such a monologue came from, it's not like you were drunk or high. The adrenaline died out and you were left a burning mess, thanking the darkness of the night for hiding the embarassment left on your face.

"Y/N... I, I don't really know what to say."

"Yeah I figured... You haven't known for some time."

"I didn't know you saw me that way."

"Of course you didn't."

"I'm sorry for being so blind."

"Yeah."

"I'm so-"

"Look, Steve, if all you're going to do is apologize for your behaviour, which is what you should have done ages ago, I'm going to go. I don't expect you to say anything, but I don't see any reason to stay. Unless you want me to stay."

You still held on to a slight sliver of hope, wondering if Steve would actually ask you to stay.

"I think you should go."

"What?"

"You should go, Y/N, I don't know what I can say to you. This changes things."

You felt your heart break at Steve's sudden coldness.

"What the hell does this change? I thought you would just go about ignoring me like you have for the past 6 months?"

"Don't you get it, Y/N? I can't ignore you now, now that you've said the one thing I've feared for so long."

"Hold on, feared?"

"Yes! Feared! Because now we will never go back to just being friends."

"Steve, you're being fucking weird. What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm gonna go, if you won't. I'm sorry Y/N. Bye."

Steve got up and walked away, back into the house. You felt the tears threaten to escape your eyes as you tried to process the mess of a conversation that had just happened. Some part of you thought it wasn't real, the other more logical part of you knew you had to find Robin as fast as possible and leave immediately.

"Holy shit, Y/N. I heard the whole thing!" Robin called out as she ran towards you.

"Wait, you did?"

"Yeah, I came out here cause the music was getting too loud inside and then I hid behind Billy's car when I heard you and Steve talk. Now let's go, you need to cry it out and I need to plan Steve's demise."

Robin pulled you along away from the party as you let the tears now stream down your face. Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong, and Steve's words and behaviour felt like a slap in the face.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington reader insert #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington story #steve harrington imagine #vellarawrites

[themindfulmanatee]

For Your UNBIOLOGICAL Sister https://etsy.me/3Dle5R9

#unbiologicalsisters #sisters #stepsister #bonussister #bestfriendsforever #foreverfriends #etsybracelets #love #unbiological #friendshipgifts #giftsforfriends #etsygifts #bff #friendshipmeans

[the-guilty-writer]

A List of Gill's Favorite Sibling Moments Between Hotch and RR (Part 2)

A continuation of my favorite sibling moments between Hotch and RR! (Part 1)

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Being Jack's Madrina (godmother)

Haley suggesting you to be Jack's godmother and Hotch is so happy about it:

When Hotch and Haley started thinking of god parents for Jack Hotch wanted to suggest you because you're like his family, you're the closest thing he has to a sister. But he wasn't sure because Haley has Jessica so when HALEY SUGGESTS YOU HOTCH ABSOLUTELY MELTS.

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Rossi-Reid Gets Hurt (S1)

Hotch being unable to function because he's so worried about his unbiological little sister:

Hotch is trying to be in unit chief mode and usually he's very good at compartamentalizing but he isn't thinking clearly because you're not just Rossi-Reid... you're little Rossi-Reid; the younger sister he never asked for but he's forever grateful he has and the thought of losing you is overriding every other thought in his brain.

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Spencer and Rossi-Reid on Valentine's Day

The year Rossi had to go on a case so Hotch was the best brother ever:

Of course the entire BAU knew that Rossi went above and beyond for his daughter on Valentine's day, and even though she's the one who told him to go, Hotch still saw that she was sad.

Before his dinner date with Haley, he ran out to the nearest drug store and got RR a box of chocolates and dropped it off on his way to pick Haley up.

He just left it on the porch, rang the doorbell, and left. He didn't even have time to write that it was from him because he was in such a rush.

But RR knew and texted him anyway

"Thanks, Hotch. And don't worry. She's gonna say yes."

"Stop calling me Hotch. Hopefully she says yes."

Haley said yes.

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The Big Game and Revelations

Even Haley sees it:

“How are they treating you at the BAU, Emily?” You heard Haley say as you approached them.

“She means, am I being nice to you?” Hotch said.

“Actually, everyone has been incredibly nice.” Emily smiled.

“I think it’d be nice if the boss covered all our drinks tonight,” you said as you walked up beside Emily.

Haley laughed and Hotch cracked a smile. “For everyone but you, (Y/N),” he said.

You faked offense, bringing a hand to your chest before turning to the Hotchner. You knew she always got a kick out of your theatrics. “Haley, do you see how he treats me?”

Haley laughed again. “You be nice to her,” she scolded Hotch playfully. He pouted and she laughed again. “I swear you two bicker like siblings.”

RR talking about how "gross" they are, but also hoping that her and Reid continue to love one another like Hotch and Haley:

“That’s so sweet!” Emily sighed a bit.

“It gets a little gross after twelve years,” you told her. “Especially when I had to listen to him pin nonstop for the first two years they dated… "Oh I never thought she’d love me, why do I have to go on a case for twenty four hours away from my love, oh why, why, why’…” You tried your best to mock young Hotch in love.

“So you and Reid won’t be gross in another eight years?” Emily asked.

You watched Hotch spin Haley around on the dancefloor, both of them simply enjoying the presence of one another. The way they moved with one another had nothing to do with acts of lust (unlike Morgan who was… being Morgan), and everything to do with knowing a person inside and out. Hotch leaned in to whisper something to Haley and she threw her head back with laughter. Her laugh made him smile.

In all the years you had known Aaron Hotchner, no one could make him smile like Haley Brooks did.

“Maybe a little,” you said, just low enough that no one could hear you over the music.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #david rossi #rossi x daughter!reader #david rossi x daughter!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x platonic!reader #aaron hotchner x platonic!reader #the rossi reid #hotch and rossi reid

[omnidemidisaster]

Michael x GN Reader headcanons

Reader is nonbinary but will mention sex specific for hcs

Again, alot of hcs that I will clarify in a future post!

Michael is 15 and reader is 14

♤ Michael loves it when you tangle your fingers in his curls. Makes him feel so comfortable

♡ He is so nervous when meeting your parents and when you met his parents

◇ He just wants his parents to love you, or at least respect you

♧ And ofc, he wants to earn your parents respect

♤ In the end, his parents respect you. Sure, they don't agree or understand with your lifestyle completely, but they rather have someone make their precious boy happy

♡ Speaking of which, Michael is a huge mommas boy and because of being attached to his mom, he definitely learned how to be a gentleman and respectful

◇ If he was a sub genre of goth, he's definitely a romantic goth

♧ Hes the type to bring flowers every date. Even if its just a small bouquet or a single flower, he wants to bring something that brings joy to you

♤ He has a specific playlist just for you and him to listen to

♡ And if you have periods, he always keeps something in his inside jacket pocket

◇ As a joke, Firkle became his unbiological brother but legit Michael really things Firkle as his baby brother and Firkle frequently joins your hangouts to just vibe

♧ He likes to buy you clothes whenever he sees a specific item he thinks you'll like and he likes. Like he'll buy nice shirts, nice looking pants/shorts/ skirts, pretty dresses if your the type, anything

♤ His favorite memory of you both is watching Rick and Morty during a sleepover and eating sweets trying to find something to watch

♡ His love language is acts of service and I will die on the hill

◇ He loves star wars and if you like it or might be interested in it he will gladly binge everything it with you

♧ Wear his jacket and he will emotionally explode. He just finds you so cute in it and how his jacket engulfs your body

#fluff #x reader #south park goth kids #south park #south park michael #south park michael x reader #michael x reader

[mybodyisaflowerbed]

wip intro ; as said the whore of babylon

this wip is an absolute beloved of mine and is based on an rp between me and my bestie Ceejay. i will be introducing all of the OCs but will specify which ones are theirs bc they make some damn good characters that i cannot take credit for lol

about!

genre(s) •/ contemporary, romance, lgbt+, drama

setting •/ modern day, primarily in the united states

overall goal •/ at least one main story + various side stories

target age range •/ 18+, not at all intended for minors

content warnings •/ strong language, sexual and otherwise suggestive content, substance use, drug/alcohol abuse and addiction, past abuse, past sa, past miscarriage + infant death, potentially more.

summary!

As Said the Whore of Babylon (frequently abbreviated as AStWoB) is an American metalcore band from Los Angeles, California. Formed in 2019 by Rhiannon Wolfe and Jezebel Eiden-Desmond, its current lineup comprises Wolfe, Reed Meadows, Joel Talley, Poetry Dorian, and Corbin Kreery.

Omen Brokebone is one year out of a hellish marriage when she's contacted by Selene Mabins - talent manager for a band called As Said the Whore of Babylon - with an invitation to join their crew as a makeup artist. Working to make a new life and a name for herself, Omen accepts. She doesn't expect to meet Reed Meadows again. And she certainly doesn't expect to fall in love with him and his bandmates.

the babylons!

• Omen Brokebone (she/he/they) •/ Not a Babylon (yet), but as cherished as any of their crew members - and then some, as you'll learn. A self-taught makeup artist and a childhood friend of Reed's. Belongs to Ceejay.

• Rhiannon Wolfe (she/her) but you really should just call her Wolfe •/ The lead vocalist. First rose to fame with her last band at only 18 years old due to her remarkable skill.

• Reed Meadows (he/him) •/ The lead guitarist. Has never been in a band before AStWoB but still took to it like a fish to water. A childhood friend of Omen's, though he hasn't spoken to her in 8 years.

• Joel Talley (he/him) •/ The drummer, though he's skilled with guitar, bass, piano, keyboard, and vocals. Also a songwriter and self-taught producer. He is much more humble about his skills than one would assume.

• Poetry Dorian (he/she), or Poe •/ The bassist. Youngest child of a beautiful and famous Italian actress, but much less conventional than his family. Autistic and goth.

others you should know!

• Jessamine Meadows (she/her) •/ Reed's 11-year-old daughter, born when he was just 16. Feisty and a little mean, but adores her father and has easily accepted the rest of the band as her parents.

• Daxton "Dax" Coffin (he/him) •/ Wolfe's 9-year-old son, born when she was 17. Raised by his father. Has not met the band and only sees Wolfe a few times a month.

• Villanelle Dorian (she/her) •/ The 5-year-old daughter of Poe and her ex-wife, Aamirah Akmal Dorian. Currently living in Washington with her mother, but is due to live with Poe soon.

• Jezebel Eiden-Desmond (she/her) •/ Former guitarist for AStWoB (now the vocalist of The Womb That Devours) and best friend of Corbin. Considers the band to be her unbiological family. Randal's soulmate, though she doesn't know that yet.

• Randal Denvers (he/him) •/ Omen's cousin. A mechanic and for-fun bassist. Jezebel's soulmate, though he doesn't know that yet. Belongs to Ceejay.

+ everyone's families... let's just say; it's a lot of family.

#writers #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #my wip #astwob #wip intro #new writeblr

[thedensworld]

Lover | Kim Mingyu

How You Two Confess

Lover Series🖤🌼

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x Fashion Editor!Reader (ft. Unbiological Brother Joshua)

Genre: Romance, Angst, Humour, Series

Note: reader is female

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The day had finished with your team's successful presentation of a renowned South Korean designer's masterpiece for an imminent fashion show. As you savored the satisfaction of your collective efforts, a message notification disrupted your thoughts. The sender, an unknown number, followed up with an introduction: 'This is Kim Mingyu'—the phrase that preceded the explanation that your number had been given to him by none other than Josh.

Unknown Number: Hi, I apologize for this unexpected outreach. I recently discovered that you've changed your number.

Unknown Number: I mean... it's reasonable to assume that you've changed your number since it's been quite a while.

Unknown Number: By the way, this is Kim Mingyu.

Unknown Number: Josh gave me your new number.

Taking a deep breath, you muttered an expletive aimed, curse, affectionately at your well-intentioned but sometimes reckless brother, Joshua. He had never did such nonchalance about sharing your number before; it had always been within your consent, especially your personal one.

Before you could address Joshua's actions, you stored Mingyu's number among your contacts. You almost typed 'Mingoos,' the playful nickname you used to exchange, but you hesitated. Realizing you weren't as close as before, you decided to save his contact without a nickname. Professionally speaking, he had become a colleague as he served as a global muse for your magazine this year.

You: Hi, Mingyu, what's|

You: Hi, Mingyu wh|

You: Hi, Mi|

You: Hi|

You: Good afternoon, Mingyu. May i help you?

You chastised your own formality under your breath. Perhaps sending the first sentence would have been less awkward? Your breath caught in your throat as yet another notification pinged on your phone. You couldn't help but roll your eyes upon seeing "Brosh" as the sender—Brother Josh.

Brosh: Hey, I gave your number to Mingyu. He mentioned not having your new number.

Brosh: Did you change it like...

Brosh: 4 years ago?

Brosh: Are you two fighting? Seriously

You disregarded your brother's group text and retreated to your office. As you seated yourself, you attempted to regain composure. It irked you that Joshua, despite not being related by blood, could read you like an open book. As someone striving to project an enigmatic persona, such blatant insight into your emotions wounded your pride. You were meant to be a mysterious figure, but then again, Hong Joshua's inherent sensitivity and intuition allowed him to grasp your feelings better than you acknowledged them.

You: Nevertheless, that doesn't give you the right to share my number without my consent.

Brosh: I know...I'm sorry

Brosh: I forgot you hate that kind of thing :(

Brosh: Push that aside. I hope you and Mingyu can rekindle your friendship. He's a good guy. I promise.

You: You're being absurd. There's nothing between me and Kim Mingyu.

A sudden phone call pierced through your thoughts. "What is it now?"

"I don't buy it. Tell me what's wrong between you two?" Joshua's voice blared through the phone, and irritation welled within you. You knew it wasn't solely him; his behavior was peculiar.

Silence engulfed you for a moment before realization struck. "Is Jeonghan oppa there?" you inquired, your brows furrowing.

"No way!" His defensive response confirmed your hunch that Jeonghan was on the line, fueling Joshua's queries.

"You're not fooling anyone, Josh," you grumbled, rubbing your temples. Subdued giggling on the other end only affirmed your suspicion—Jeonghan was indeed present.

"Y/n! I've missed you. Let's catch up!" Jeonghan's voice chimed in. A smile formed on your lips, though it waned as you recalled something.

"Last time you said that, you were actually just using me to fetch you a limited-edition bag from that brand," you commented, hoping to mentally prepare for a potential repeat of that scheme.

Jeonghan's laughter emanated through the line. "Not entirely untrue, but we can discuss that later. What's happening between you and Mingyu? I thought you two were on good terms?"

You rolled your eyes. "Where is this assumption coming from? Mingyu and I aren't avoiding each other. We're simply adjusting—adapting to each other's presence after such a long hiatus."

Jeonghan's tone softened. "Oh, okay. I had this feeling that you were distancing yourselves due to his confirmation of dating Ji Nara. I'm relieved it was a mere misinterpretation of me."

Joshua continued saying, "I felt the same. I was confused though. When I asked Mingyu if he was dating Ji Nara, he denied it, but then the company issued a statement confirming."

The conversation flowed, and the brothers divulged all they knew about Kim Mingyu's dating history—a topic you'd rather not indulge in. Mingyu was an adult in your eyes, and his dating life was none of your concern. The notion that his relationships caused your alleged distance was unnecessary. You intended to explain that work commitments and busy schedules had hindered your connection. This rationale was easier to accept than entertaining any assumptions about romantic involvement.

"Mingyu admitted he confirmed the dating rumor just to shut media attention. He was close to her, but they weren't dating," Jeonghan revealed.

You sighed, "Guys, I need to go. I'll catch up with you later," you announced before ending the call.

*

Me: I'm fine, just wanted to ensure we're still connected 👍

Me: By the way, I'm attending Mrs. Gee's show. I heard your company is hosting it.

Me: See you on Saturday!

Mingyu's lips tightened as he pressed the send button, having responded to your one message with three separate texts. Was it excessive? He pondered the question, then shrugged. In his dictionary, there was no such thing as too much. He could only hope for your response.

Suddenly, it all made sense—the message he had sent you years ago that never reached you. He had assumed you were too preoccupied to check your phone. But in reality, you had changed your number. His idea to ask your number turned out to be a stroke of genius, despite the in-depth interview he had endured with your older brother.

"How did you not know she changed her number? Weren't you in touch all these years?!" Mingyu demanded by Joshua upon texting him to ask for your new number. He hadn't anticipated a reprimand for such a seemingly innocent request.

"We lost touch over the years; it just happened," Mingyu reasoned, hoping Joshua would understand.

Mingyu could almost visualize Joshua shaking his head. "No way! I knew something was up when she wasn't reaching you up with her new number. Were you two quarreling?"

"No, hyung!" Mingyu pleaded, his palm meeting his forehead in exasperation.

"Could it be that you were in love with each other?" Joshua's sudden question took Mingyu by surprise.

Mingyu sighed deeply before responding, "Hyung, that's a bit much! Act your age," His voice carried a blend of fondness and chiding.

There was a pregnant silence before the older saying, "I'm sorry, I just got carried away. It's the first time I've had this kind of conversation. She's my first sister ever,"

A twinge of guilt tugged at Mingyu's heart, "No, hyung. I'm sorry, I overreacted. It's okay, I understand your excitement. But, I'm sorry. It's not what you were thinking. I can't fully explain the situation, but... it's complicated. I'm sorry."

"No, I went too far. I apologize, Mingyu. I was driven by my own feelings and I was being inconsiderate. I'll send you her new number immediately. I'm sorry."

Mingyu let out a contemplative hum, "Are we okay now?"

"Yup..."p

With a few more exchanged words, the phone call concluded. Mingyu promptly texted you and awaited your response. He couldn't help but wonder why it was so challenging to clarify the situation that you and he were having. After all, it was merely a case of lost contact amidst busy schedules and work commitments.

Yet, the inexplicable difficulty of explaining it gnawed at him. He pondered again, did you face a similar dilemma?

Me: Do you have time tonight? Want to grab a beer?

Mingyu exhibited patience as he waited for your reply. Finally, after half an hour, your response appeared.

Y/n: Sounds good

*

After wrapping up your final preparations for the upcoming team meeting, you ventured to the location Mingyu had shared hours ago. Upon your arrival, you found him already there, a photo of him grilling beef and drinking solo graced your phone. A smile touched your lips as you reminisced about his tendency to communicate through images rather than words.

You observed a young man clad in a casual brown shirt, white shorts, and a cap that shaded half his face. He sat in the corner, near the windows. In contrast, you were dressed in your work attire, minus your blazer, which remained in your car. As you stepping closer, you greeted him.

"Hey..." Your voice carried a note of warmth, and he turned his head to meet your gaze. A smile bloomed on his face, but you couldn't help but notice that he appeared rather drunk. Given that he was already on his third bottle of soju, it was a safe assumption.

"Let's take a break," you suggested, noting how swiftly he had drained his soju.

Ordering more meat and beer, you opted for something lighter as Mingyu seemed quite inebriated, making conversation challenging. Perhaps one bottle of beer would help you to still able manage the lively presence that sitting across from you.

Mingyu acknowledged your decision with a nod, "Yes," he affirmed, then quickly shook his head, "No!" His protest was followed by an attempt to secure another glass of soju.

"Easy there, buddy. We've got a long night ahead," you jested, intercepting his glass.

"I almost feel like I can't sober up," he mumbled, and you caught his words.

"Why's that?" You inquired, curious.

"After five years, I don't think I can face you while being sober," he confessed, his words a mixture of vulnerability and truth.

"Last time I tried, my heart..." Mingyu's sentence trailed off, his hand moving to his right chest.

"It was the othe side," you interjected, his hand slowly moved to his left chest. You scoffed.

"My heart felt like it was about to burst; it was racing so fast," he confessed.

You arched an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at your lips, "And how about now?"

"It's still racing," he admitted candidly, his honesty unfiltered. "But oddly enough, I find comfort in that."

The moment felt ripe with a sense of understanding, as if unspoken feelings hung in the air. The connection you both shared was palpable, even in the midst of misunderstandings and lost contact. As the night stretched before you, the promise of conversation and camaraderie seemed to unravel with each passing minute.

Your order arrived just in the nick of time, offering a welcome distraction. Mingyu extended the courtesy of pouring your drink, yet you politely declined, choosing to pour it yourself. As you swirled the liquid in your glass, a reflective silence enveloped you, leaving unspoken words suspended in the air.

In a moment that felt almost cinematic, your gaze intersected with Mingyu's. Your hand moved in a circular motion, stirring the contents of your glass, as if your thoughts were equally stirred within. Your eyes remained locked on each other, neither willing to break the connection. But eventually, it was Mingyu who looked away first, breaking the intense gaze to pour himself some soju.

Then, as if the weight of the world was on your words, you said softly, "You're not alone."

Pausing briefly, you continued, "Mine's too."

In that instant, your words held a profound impact, causing a pause in the rhythm of the world around you, as if the universe itself had held its breath.

Mingyu's breath.

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