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cherryrainn · 9 months

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Can you write Yandere Oncie x Gender neutral Reader (smut)?

hey! so i don't know if you wanted onceler or greedler so i just wrote greedler because i cant really imagine onceler in this situation. if it's wrong, im sorry, you can request again when asks are open!

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— possession's jealousy

yandere onceler (greedler) x reader smut

you and onceler had been dating for a while now, and while his initial charm and charisma had drawn you in, there was a side to him that was becoming more evident—his possessiveness. it wasn't that he was controlling or aggressive, but he made it clear that he wanted you all to himself, not willing to share your affection with anyone else.

it was a breezy evening, and you and onceler were attending a social event at an elegant venue. the hall was adorned with sparkling chandeliers and pretty decorations, befitting of his opulent tastes. as the night progressed, you couldn't help but mingle with some of the other attendees, catching up with old friends and making new acquaintances.

one particular man seemed eager to strike up a conversation with you, and you found yourself engaging in polite small talk. you were careful to keep the conversation friendly, but onceler's possessive instincts sensed the situation before he even saw it. he watched from across the room, his eyes locked onto you and the man, an unsettling intensity in his gaze.

as the conversation between you and the man continued, onceler's grip on his drink tightened, his knuckles turning white under his gloves. he felt a simmering anger building up inside him, unable to bear the thought of another man showing interest in you.

finally unable to contain himself any longer, he made his way towards you, his steps quick and determined. when he reached your side, he casually draped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. a forced smile played on his lips, but his eyes held a hint of madness.

"y/n, there you are," he said, his voice sweet but laced with an edge of possessiveness.

you turned to him, slightly taken aback by his sudden appearance. "hey, onceler. i was just chatting with—"

"chatting, were you?" he interrupted, his tone falsely light. "how cute." his fingers tightened around your waist, a subtle warning to the man you were talking to.

as the man excused himself, onceler's possessive instincts still lingered, and he felt an overwhelming urge to have you all to himself. he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else vying for your attention. taking your hand, he whispered, "come with me, y/n. i wanna be alone with you for a moment."

without waiting for your response, he guided you through the crowd and out of the hall to a random small room with lots of cleaning supplies, hidden from prying eyes. the air was cool, and the soft glow of dim lights added an air of intimacy to the moment.

onceler turned to face you, his eyes burning with intensity. "you're mine, y/n," he said, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "no one else can have you.. understand?"

"bu-"

before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a sudden and rough kiss that makes you gasp. you feel his hands roam over your body, stroking your back and hips. his fingers dig into your ass, and he presses against you, grinding you against his hardening cock.

he breaks off the kiss long enough to murmur in your ear, "i'm going to fuck you right here, y/n. i'm gonna claim you as my own, make you scream for me. and then i'll take you home, tie you up, and fuck you senseless."

his words send shivers down your spine, and you can't deny how aroused you feel by his words. you're already wet, and his cock throbs against your stomach. he pulls you closer to him, pressing you tighter against him.

"one...onceler," you whimper, unable to hide your arousal. your heart hammers in your chest, and you bite your lip to stifle your moans.

onceler smirks, his eyes glowing with amusement. "you know you can't just flirt with other men, don't you?" he asks, his thumb tracing circles along your inner thigh.

"yes, i'm sorry." you moan.

"good," he says, his voice low and husky. "i'm going to fuck you so good, y/n."

you nod eagerly, needing his touch. you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and you know it's only a matter of time before you explode.

onceler steps forward, his erection rubbing against you. he pushes you against the wall, pinning you there. his hands roam over your body, feeling every inch of your skin. as his fingers trace down your sides, he gently grabs your cheeks, squeezing them.

"don't worry, y/n," he murmurs, kissing you again. "i won't hurt you. i just want you to remember who you belong to."

you moan softly into his mouth, your knees weak. you reach up, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. as he kisses you, he slides his hands down to your thighs, slowly pushing them apart. he reaches around you and unzips his pants, freeing his thick cock from its confinement.

he stares down at you with lustful hunger, his cock twitching with need. he cups his hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly, enjoying the sight of his dick sliding between your legs.

"you're mine, and mine only. say it." he says with a wicked smile, his eyes glinting with madness.

"i'm yours.," you whisper, not wanting to provoke him further.

onceler smiles at this, his expression softening. he strokes your cheek with his free hand, his thumb running along your jawline. he leans in and kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth. his fingers trail down your neck.

"im just warming you up," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "in a few minutes, you'll be begging me for release."

with his other hand, he reaches between your legs, rubbing you. you let out a sigh, shuddering as he teases you with his fingers. you feel your bottom throbbing with desire, desperate for him to touch you.

he watches intently, his eyes hooded with lust.

"dammit, y/n, i cant wait much longer," he groans. "i want you so bad."

onceler suddenly pulls away, his face flushed with excitement. he grins wickedly at you, licking his lips.

"oh god," you moan, reaching down to stroke his bulging member. "im so wet."

onceler chuckles and steps in close again, pressing himself against you. his cock rubs against your underwear, and you feel yourself lubricate even further, soaking through your underwear.

"gonna fuck you so hard," he growls, pulling your top over your head and tossing it aside.

you help him undress, watching him peel off his gloves. he tosses them to the floor, then shoves your shirt down your arms, his fingers trailing over your bare chest.

you moan softly as he kisses and licks your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. his tongue flickers across your collarbone, teasing you.

"you like having your neck kissed, don't you?" he murmurs, sucking on your skin.

you turn to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck. you kiss him deeply, moaning as his cock brushes against your stomach. he pushes you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body. his fingers tease your chest, rubbing your hard nipples. he bites your neck and shoulders, his teeth scraping against your tender flesh.

"please," you moan, arching your back to give him better access.

onceler takes advantage of your vulnerable position, pushing your panties aside and dipping two fingers in your wet hole. as you writhe against him, he moves his fingers slowly, driving you wild with pleasure. finally, he pushes his cock in, coating his entire length in your slickness.

"god, y/n," he groans, holding you tight against him. "you feel amazing.

onceler begins to thrust into you, his hips slapping against yours. you cry out, feeling each hard plunge of his cock inside you. he pumps in and out of you. it sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you weak at the knees.

"i can't hold on any longer," he gasps. "fuck, i want to cum inside you."

onceler pins you against the wall, his breathing heavy. he kisses you and nibbles your earlobe, his hands roaming over your body. he pushes you harder against the wall, his cock hitting deep inside you. he lets out a loud moan, his muscles tensing as he cums. his balls tighten, and he thrusts wildly into you, his pelvis slamming against yours.

you moan loudly, your walls clenching around his dick as he shoots ropes of semen inside you. his cock pulsates, and he pulls out, releasing another rope of cum onto your stomach.

onceler snarls, his eyes flashing with rage. he grips your wrists, his nails digging into your skin.

"oh my god." you gasp, wincing in pain.

onceler releases your hands and steps back, wiping his cock clean with a piece of paper towel.

standing up straight, he says "now get dressed. we're leaving."

#greedler #onceler #y/n #reader insert #x reader #the lorax #onceler x reader #greedler x reader #smut #ask #rough smut #yandere #yandere greedler #yandere onceler

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hiemaldesirae · 14 days

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Swap AU:

Vox's Goetia does join the Hazbin hotel. He takes what was Husk's canon job, as Husk has a casino to run and his parents think it's a good thing for their son to work for the Princess. (Even if they don't believe in her redemption plan. And he is the spare's spare, so it's not like they have any idea what to do with him. Having his and his children's souls permanently bound to the media overlord might do him some good. (Vox stipulated that into his contract. So he'll eventually have numerous goetia souls bound to him.)

Since Alastor was up to his antics during the overlord meeting and sir Pentious has been on his best behavior (after Charlie asked Vox to talk to Pentious about things, and Vox talked to him about building stuff in the lab outside the hotel he never got the Eggbois taken away) the hotel crew doesn't know how to hurt angels/heavenborn. They know Carmilla killed the Angel--Husk caught her reaction to Him bringing out the head, after all. (He also caught Alastor's reaction to Zestial saying that they'd probably go after the Hotel first--not that he'd tell Vox. But he'd seen how furious and fearful the stag had looked at those words.) So they're debating on who to send over to the carmine/Zestial mansion. It's dangerous ground over there, after all.

Angel Dust steals more of Vox's clothes (and doesn't get caught) to make up for the set Charlie destroyed. He also gets away with one of Vox's shark plushies, which irritates Vox as it's the one with heating pad function in it that he uses for his cramps/neck pain/back pain. (Alastor rubs his scent all over the plush, before he returns it that night laying it beside Vox.)

Vox writes an entire speech for Charlie and Vaggie for their meeting up in Heaven. He's listened to Vaggie (and Lucifer's) descriptions of Adam and Lute and has given his best advice to the two for them. Unfortunately the meeting pretty much goes the same way, except that Charlie managed to get Adam pissed at Vox? So that's cool. Nothing like having the first man wanting you dead, right?

Vox drinks himself into a stupor that night. While, yes he's afraid of Alastor--the MAIN THING he is desperately, desperately trying to avoid is permanently dying. He doesn't want to die. At all. That's why he too the deal with Lucifer. Now he's gotta figure out more ways to help Charlie so he can gain more power so he can fight off Adam himself? Or at least beat him back enough so that Lucifer can arrive to kill him or Charlie can kill him or something. He doesn't know. Vox collapses into his bed that night, and passes out not noticing the radio demon stepping out of the shadows and joining him in the bed and curling around him.

swap nonny i may have to rename you to sadist nonny at this point. Why are you like this /affectionate

the stuff with the goetia is sooo silly. love that little bird thing even though ive no clue what the hell he would look like or even do at all honestly! hope he has fun trying to bartend (and hoo boy thatd probably be a big scandal, wouldnt it, having a goetian prince bartend at princess charlie's hotel...) for a bunch of idiot sinners lmao

al overhearing carmilla and zestial talking about the newly pushed forward extermination and immediately jumping to think about vox... he cant lose him AGAIN so soon after hes found him once more so after that his shadow sticks even closer to vox, and vox finds that sometimes when he passes out from working too much without taking a break that he wakes up in the morning with a fluffy blanket and food placed in front of him. he assumes its husk but when he asks, the other overlord denies it

LMFAOOO i can imagine angel sweating when vox storms downstairs in a frenzy going 'where the FUCK is my shark'. husk turns to look at him very slowly and just raises a singular eyebrow at him and angel shrugs very slowly. alastor returning the plush with his scent all over.... orugh. vox probably cant even smell it really, but for some reason his processors ingest the scent easily and he falls asleep better than ever for the first time in seven years.... </3 AUgh my heart...

and seriously. alastor you are SUCH a freak what the FUCK are you doing.... going to have to tag noncon cuddling at one point on madmans vice istg :sob:. i love them so much ugrh. swap radiostatic save me swap radiostatic

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #swap au

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soobasaur · 3 years

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「 jisung as your skater boyfriend 」

i used to see you on the sidewalk, standing in your high tops

han!jisung x gender!neutral reader

a/n: i saw this photoshoot of jisung with a skateboard and my mind just shortcircuited and now i have a pinterest board full of skater boy jisung so here we are,,,if u see any skater fics tAG ME

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you didn’t think you’d ever take up skating, after falling the moment you put on roller skates when you were younger you thought it was hopeless to even try

but that was before you saw him.

it all started when your friend jeongin took on a new obsession with skateboarding and you took on a new obsession with the boy at the skate park

you only tagged along to hang out with jeongin and for the ice cream stand that was right next to the skate park

and jeongin always offered to buy you some so why would you say no to that (n˘v˘•)¬

but your obsession started when you watched jeongin start talking to some boys you didn’t recognize, when you later asked he said he met them from the park

one of them in particular caught your eye

he almost always had on a some sort of hat and band tee on, his hat usually falling off when he was halfway through with his tricks

you had been trying to build up some courage to talk to him but didn’t know what to say since you didn’t skate yourself :((

cute boys made you nervous !!!

especially ones who could do cool tricks on their boards !!!

jeongin picked up on your little crush since whenever he asked you to watch him do a new trick your eyes always wandered off to him

he teased you about it but ended up telling you his name and a bit about him

han jisung, he was around your age and went to a campus not far from you, which is why you had never seen him around

one day, when you were actually paying attention to jeongin for once, you saw a hat lying forgotten in the middle of the park and immediately recognized it as jisungs

you were to the point where you could recognize what brands he wore shjdjf

you rushed over to pick it up, dodging jeongin’s board as you did so, and made your way back to your table, clutching it protecting in your fists

after scouring the park for a tuft of his brownish hair you came up empty, deciding to pocket the hat until the next time you visited

when you offered to come to the park the next day without jeongin begging you to do so, your best friend knew something was up

he pestered you until you finally surrendered and showed him the hat, your ticket to starting a conversation with jisung

“i could just introduce you two,” jeongin chastised, rolling his eyes playfully

“that wouldn’t be memorable though! i want him to remember me as the person who saved his hat!”

“....imma just pretend i don’t know you.”

〴⋋_⋌〵 “jeongin !!”

you eventually spotted him waiting in the shade for his friends to skate and mustered up enough courage to walk up to him

“...hey?”

why did that come out like a question (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

he turned to you after realizing you were talking to him, “hi?” he sounded startled, but you didn’t miss the way he quietly checked you out

“uhm so i’m y/n and you dropped your hat the other day? this is yours right? i notice you wear this brand a lot and uh, anyways! i just wanted to return it to you—,” you held out the hat and shut up before you started rambling and embarrassing yourself even more

you say his eyes flash in recognition as he reached out to grab the hat, then took his hand back just as quick

“actually...you can have it. keep it as a gift! i’d rather you give me your number instead,” he winked, before taking out his phone to hand to you

( ･_･) snkdkfkfkgovkovijskd wHAT

you somehow managed to grab the phone with shaky hands as you typed in your number, saving yourself as “y/n ❤️” and handing it back before you could stop yourself

you saw him smile at the contact name, pocketing it before looking back at you

“i’m jisung by the way...do you wanna get some ice cream?”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) was this perhaps...a date?

“sure...oh! what about your friend?” you asked, gesturing to the boy he seemed to be waiting for

he waved them off, “we can join them later, come on, my treat...i’ll race you there.” and he threw his board down and skated off towards the nearby ice cream stand as you ran off after him, yelling at how that was unfair

true to his words, jisung bought you ice cream and you guys sat down at a worn down bench

unfortunately, it was right out in the sunlight so you kept squinting to lick your ice cream

after seeing your suffering he took the hat he gave you from where you placed it on the table and plopped it on your head, adjusting the straps to fit you

“there, now the sun won’t bother you and we can twin!” jisung smiled, pointing to his current hat which was the one you were wearing in a different color

your little date was soon interrupted with his friend running over along with jeongin, who kept giving you suggestive faces as he stood behind jisung

“cant belive you buy your new partner ice cream and not your friends!! removing you from your best friend position!” his friend whined, he had long blond hair and you didn’t miss how jeongin eyed him discreetly

“shut up hyunjin,” jisung glared, a fond smile on his face as he handed over his friend some bills from his wallet and ruffled jeongin’s hair, “i might as well be your guy’s sugar daddy.”

you couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t deny the part where hyunjin called you jisung’s new partner (ᗒ//ᗕ)

hyunjin and jeongin took the table behind you guys as you continued to talk to jisung

you found out where he went to college and his current major (music production ?/$:&:&) and how he minored in dance so he could have a class with hyunjin, who begged him to join

that made him ten times more attractive and you felt a little shy telling him you were an art major, and the only instrument you could play was the piano due to lessons as a kid

but he thought it was cool and let you rant about your annoying professors and dumb projects you had to complete

in return, he showed you some of his songs and let you watch a couple of his performances before getting bashful and hiding his phone away

jisung rapping made you feel butterflies shkddndj

you two hit it off and bounced off of each other as the conversation went on

after a while jeongin pestered you to go home with him to help him on the project he procrastinated on

it was getting late though so you agreed

jisung asked where you guys were heading and offered to walk you both, since hyunjin didn’t seem keen on leaving jeongin either

hyunjin and jisung instantly put down their boards to start skating to you guys’ dorms before you admitted you didn’t skate

jisung looked pretty shocked at the revelation before kicking his board back up

“hmm, why do you come to the park then?” he asked as you guys ended up walking back, hyunjin and jeongin ahead of you as they decided to skate back

“jeongin bothered me to come with him before he met you guys, then i just started tagging along to see you—, to just hang out.”

he waggled his eyebrows at you as you jogged ahead of him, “to come see me?- hey get back here!”

the four of you finally ended up home, hyunjin walking jeongin to his place a little further from yours as jisung took you to your dorm building to send you in

“oh, before you go, take this.” he mumbled, handing you his board

?????????

why was he handing you his board ಠ_ಠ

“isn’t this yours? why are you giving it to me?” you asked all confused

“i have a ton at my apartment, and this one has a cute design on the back,” he turned the board around and pointed at the art, “you said you like this style of art so i thought you’d enjoy it, and next time you come to the park bring it with you so i can teach you how to ride it”

he shyly scratched the back of his neck as he handed it to you, “take care of it, yeah? i’ll call you later y/n, bye~,” he shot you some finger guns before lamely moonwalking off your porch and running off towards where hyunjin was waiting for him

you carefully clutched the board and made your way inside, your heart beating at the thought of jisung remembering something so minuscule like your favorite art style

you and jeongin didn’t end up finishing his project that night and ending up screaming about your new crushes

true to his word, the next time you went to the park you brought the board with you and he taught you how to ride it

he took you to some smaller ramps in the back and placed the board down, holding out his hands for you to step onto it after noticing your hesitancy

you grabbed ahold of his palm and stepped onto the board, the wheel skidding as you felt like you were gonna tumble off

jisung kept you steady though by placing his free hand on your lower back as he let you find your balance

“make sure to angle your feet a little more that way—yeah like that! keep the board near you at all times.”

he watched as you pulled the board towards you and adjusted your stance a little, looking towards him for guidance

he gave you a big smile in return

“okay now imma pull you around a bit so you get comfortable,” he removed his hand from your lower back, (which you were a little sad about) and started to slowly pull you around

you started to death grip on jisungs hand and screamed how you were gonna die when jisung started pulling a little faster

“i got you,” jisung said fondly, as he pulled you in a little circle

“great, now imma let go for a second,” he let go of your palm before grabbing his other board and stepping his right foot on it

“now your gonna put your dominant foot on the board and push off, like this, and just let it take you to the end of the park.”

he pushed his board away before gesturing for you to push

you gulped before letting loose and pushing your foot off, you stumbled a bit before you felt jisung straighten you up, and then you were off

jisung started to jog beside you as you skated towards the other end of the park >///<

he stayed alongside you until you slowed to a stop and you jumped off, a little shaken from the experience

“you did so well!” jisung cheered, hopping over to give you a short hug, before pulling away with flushed cheeks

“thank you,” you mumbled, your own cheeks dusted pink

you guys walked over to where jisung dropped his bag and he tossed you a water bottle, before plopping onto the curb

“you did so much better then me when i first started, i fell off and twisted my ankle, i’m surprised i decided to get back on the board after that...”

“if you never went back to skateboarding, we never would’ve met.” you joked, downing half of the bottle before handing it back to jisung “and i’m only doing good cus i have a great teacher,” you winked as you adjusted your hat

“us never meeting is a sad thought,” jisung mused before drinking from the same bottle, “hey we just indirectly kissed.” he laughed, before looking down sheepishly

why was he so confident and shy at the same time shdjkkffk

“what if we directly kissed?” you asked before you lost all confidence, which you didn’t have much to start with anyways

you saw jisung shortcircuit before turning back towards you, and after getting a nod from you he leaned forward and captured your lips with his own

he tasted like chocolate ice cream and it made your heart go beserk

when you pulled back to breathe he chased after your lips and brought you back in again

your brain rn: sbjdkfklck

after a little make out session he took you back out until you were able to skate a little by yourself and even do some turns with jisung’s help

and if he gave you little kisses for every time you didn’t fall off that was for the two of you to know

bonus headcanons:

it didn’t take long for jeongin and hyunjin to get together after the both of you set them up

which meant double dates at the skate park!!

jisung made it his new life goal to teach you how to skate enough to go a long time without his assistance

:(( he wanted to go on skate dates with you in the nearby city

your favorite thing was to watch jisung do cool tricks you didn’t know the name of on his board, you were scared he was gonna crack his skull open with the stungs he was pulling (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

jisung mentioned in passing how he wanted a board with this specific design but he couldn’t find one anywhere and gave up

so for his birthday you painted a custom design for him and got it printed onto a skateboard

to say he cried was an understatement he started bawling when he unwrapped it

he almost didn’t wanna use it cus he was scared of scratching it, but you assured him it could be repaired and he took it out for a spin

you eventually got the hang of skating, (you couldn’t do any tricks and had a trouble coming to a stop but hey it was progress)

which meant skating through the city dates !!!!

jisung would give you his other airpod and you guys would skate around the city at night listening to your shared playlist

you loved it when he gave you an enamoured look whenever a girl group somg came on and you started belting out to a loona song

jisung could play almost any instrument and he often sang to you whenever you came over

you could just be lying in bed half asleep and he’d sing to you

you even started to pretend to fall asleep just to hear him softly sing to you and play with your hair

you ended up just using his old skateboard for the time being until jisung bought you a new one

he said he wanted to paint you one but wasn’t sure of his abilities so he got one that matched the design with your old one but was brand new

you also cried <//3

he couldn’t paint, but he could write songs!

he would write songs after you all the time and sing you cheesy love songs to embarass you

you would even draw him if he stood still long enough, and seeing the happy expression on his face whenever he took a look at your sketches was worth it

he gave you a lot of his hats so you guys could match together

he liked being the cliche matching couple !! so sue him !!

it was just the cutest relationship and jisung took good care of you and vice versa <33

jisung best boyfriend !!

thanks for reading ⁂

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zachsreaderinserts · 3 years

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platonic! tommy x reader headcannons

MORE PEOPLE REQUESTING OOGA BOOGA YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

also, someone commented on the last post about me writing self insert on tommy and tubbo, so i just wanna reiterate that with those two, i specifically only write platonic fics. i know the last post asked for dating hc and that’s on me for indulging in that.

wc: 599

if you’re close friends with tommy, that means you’re 1 of 2 things. you’re like tommy or you’re like tubbo.

that means you’re either a being a chaos with moments of being calm or you’re a somewhat soft person who can fucking snap within any moment.

either way, the chaos you both create is just *kisses hand* impeccable

especially if you’re on the smp, you’re gonna cause so much mayhem together and kick ass.

when dream had exiled him, you went right along with him and the two of you proceeded to bully the shit out of him

“look at this green screen motherfucker, thinking he runs shit.” “yeah, look at this bitch boy.” “I LITERALLY EXILED YOU BOTH--”

that was the day where dream made you have separate tents so you would stop berating him (it didn’t stop you)

because you two are so close, that means that you’re pretty much his shoulder to cry on. tommy has troubles with self esteem and you’re the first person who notices when he’s not feeling like himself

it normally shows on stream, so after streams you call him/facetime him and just start rambling about how much you appreciate him. he seems like the type to get easily flustered by things like that, so just destroy him by saying he’s cool or some shit

tommy cant deny how happy it makes him to see your cheesy as grin as you compliment him, it’s an immediate mood booster

because of how close you are with tommy, the sleepy boys have adopted you the same way they claimed tubbo. you’re just another child in their eyes.

techno, however, considers jumping off the nearest cliff when he sees-- no, hears-- you and tommy approaching him. the energy you give off is so overwhelming that some days, whenever he’s logging into the smp, and sees you’re both online, he makes the smart decision to dip while he still can

phil often humors all of your jokes, considering the fact that you’re probably a carbon copy of either tommy or tubbo, so conversations with him are pretty similar to a dad and his child.

“phil, come look at what i made!” proceeds to show him a dick made out of he diamonds he farmed “....good job.”

wilbur appreciates you as if you both were related. you know hwo tommy is always like “we’re brothers, wil” and wilbur’s knee jerk is “i’m gonna cry”? imagine it twice as bad.

“wilbur is such a great older brother” “dude, i was just gonna say the same thing!” “I WILL CRY, NOOOO--”

tommy’s a physical person, so whenever you’re just hanging out with each other, expect an arm over your shoulder or his legs on top of yours. you both cannot go a day within one another’s presence without cuddling or touching

but when tommy got a crush on a girl? BOY, OH, BOY, YOU WERE THE FIRST TO KNOW

“holy SHIT, YOU LIKE A WOMAN?”

you’re the ultimate wingman. staying by his side and guiding him to eventually building their relationship and helping him ask her out.

he looked so purely happy after every interaction with her, you were so happy for him just because of that.

but, when the girl turned out to be a fucking asshole? you went absolute apeshit.

the next day at school was drama filled the second you approached her and gave her a piece of your mind.

and when tommy caught word of that? he felt grateful. because and the end of the day, you two will still be friends. no matter what

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #minecraft youtubers #minecraft youtubers x reader #youtubers #youtuber x reader #sbi x reader #sleepy boys x reader #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois inc #sleepy boys inc #dream smp #dreamsmp x reader

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hwangsies · 3 years

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just the two of us

pairing: idol!lee minho × idol!f reader

warnings: smut as in, masturbation (f), softdom!minho (?), choking, thigh riding, somewhat denied orgasm i guess lol, swearing and bad descriptions of dancing

wc: idk maybe 2k?

enjoy <3

"hi guys, im on my way to the jyp building right now" you speak into the vlogging camera.

"...where i'm meeting stray kids lee know sunbaenim to study a choreography for us to perform at the upcoming awardshow" you smile into the camera, holding a thumbs up as you try to conceal your nervousness.

You know that the vlog isnt going to be released until after the show so you dont have to worry about spoiling anything.

"I'll see you guys later" you wave into the camera before handing it back to your manager who lets you know that you'll be there in about 10 minutes.

The only thing you're worried about is meeting a certain very handsome main dancer you may or may not have been biasing since his debut, which was about six months before your group had theirs.

So naturally, when your group grew big with you as their maindancer, and the organizers of the awardshow suggested that you and minho get together for a collaboration stage, you freaked.

Once you pull up to the jyp building, you can make out dispatch paparazzi and roll your eyes.

Your manager just reminds you to ignore them before getting out and opening the door for you.

Quickly you grab your bag and pull your jackets hood over your head.

They start calling your name but you and your team are quick to be inside of the building.

The nice woman behind the front desk gives your manager acsess cards as you look around to see the young camera woman on your team is already pointing the vlog camera on you so you wave into the camera.

Outside you see a crowd of fans also waving and pointing their phones at you through the large glass windows so you also wave back at them; laughing when one of them sends you a flying kiss, so you send one back.

"lets go y/n" your manager speaks to you, and you nod, waving goodbye to the fans before disappearing from their eyes as you step into an elevator.

Inside the elevator you check yourself out in the large mirror, pulling back your hood and smoothing out your hair.

"how do i look?" You ask your manager at which she grins "you look good, relax"

You sigh and nod, clearing your throat as to avoid a voice crack later.

When the elevator doors open, you see the famous dance practice rooms, that are named after big musicians on each side of the hall.

The door to the Madonna room is open and your manager leads the way.

Once you walk in you see another camera pointed at you, minho is standing in the middle of the room.

He as well has a camera pointed at him, he smiles when you lock eyes and bows.

You bow back when he walks towards you; extending his hand, you shake it.

"I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he smiles, he looks even better in person you think.

He's wearing light makeup but you can see that his skin is smooth underneath and his eyes seem even bigger and spraklier in person.

"Y/n, hi, nice to meet you" you bow again, partly to hide your blushing face.

After a minute of somewhat awkward smalltalk you hand your jacket and bag to your manager and the choreographer positions the two of you.

You had already memorized your part of the dance from the video he sent you and minho (you're assuming), now you just had to practice it together.

He makes you stretch to warm up before starting the music to see how much the two of you know of the dance.

Everything goes smoothly and the choreographer praises the both of you.

"lets go ahead and try the lift, im assuming you didnt practice that yet?" He asks.

"no" minho shakes his head, you do as well.

"okay minho, you hold her here" he takes minhos hand and places it on your waist.

"and on the inner thigh so you can spin her better" he explains, your mind starts running though.

What if he feels your inner thigh fat, or even worse, what if you sweat excessively and he slips and drops you.

Your thoughts get disrupted when minho carefully wraps his arm around you to grap onto your thigh.

"is that okay?" He asks from behind you, the little hairs on your neck rising.

"yea" you nod.

"okay, on my count" the choreographer speaks up "one, two..three and up!"

You tense your body when you feel him lifting you, your arms raise on their own accord, legs stiffening to create an aesthetic sillouette.

"very nice" the choreographer claps after minho lets you back down.

"lets take a break" one of the jyp staff members announces.

"you were great" you feel minhos hand graze your arm, your head whips around.

"oh, thank you" you smile sheepishly "so were you" earning a grin from him.

"thanks" he nods, grabbing a bottle of water before giving you one as well.

"thanks" you say, opening it and taking a few sips.

He watches you for a second before doing the same.

"hey, you guys" a young jyp staff woman comes up to you "we're gonna do a little sit down q&a moment, to give the fans some more interaction alright?" she explains, leading you guys to sitdown on the large sofa in the back of the room.

She moves back behind the cameras "so we're gonna be really casual okay? Im gonna throw in some questions and you just answer them"

You and minho nod, looking at each other before looking back at her.

"okay, so have you ever met before?"

"uh- well" you look at minho, he nods, encouraging you to talk "we've seen eachother at music shows, when we were with our members but we never talked" you say.

Minho nods.

"What did you think when you heard of this collaboration?"

Minho starts "i was excited because i think y/n has great stage presence and is a very talented dancer, so i think i could learn a thing or two from her"

"oh, thank you" you huff, surpressing a giggle as you bow slightly.

"What about you, y/n?"

"Uhm- well i was a little scared to be honest because he's really talented himself" you look over at him, so see he's smiling onto the ground "but also because i've been a fan of his since skz debuted so..."

"really?"

After coming back to the dorm and your members pressing you for every detail of what it was like to meet him and dance with him, you hop straight in the shower.

The warm water prickles at your face before you turn around, letting it run down your back.

You cant stop thinking about the feeling of his hands on your body, they were so strong and warm.

Or the one part of the chorepgraphy where you grind back into him and feel his muscular thighs flexed against the back of your own.

Not to mention his pretty smile and plump rosy lips, you would bet everything that he's a phenomenal kisser.

Your hand is trailing down your body as you imagine it was his, gently running over your mound before dipping into your folds.

A whimper slips past your lips out of frustration, its been way to long since someone had his way with you.

The idol life doesnt always leave time for that, but you can imagine what it would be like if you let minho have his way with you.

Your fingers start rubbing cirlces into your clit as you imagine him being the one to do it to you; kissing down your neck with his plump lips before toying at your nipples with his tongue.

You feel the way your belly tightens when you tink about how he would talk dirty; you dont know what would turn you on more, him calling you a good girl or a filthy little slut.

Would he let you cum right now or drag it out so your could cum around his cock? Damn you bet he has a gorgeous cock, everything on that man has got to be perfect.

And the way his dancer hips would snap into you would definetly be the thing to push you over the edge.

Your head rolls back and you bite your lip as to not let out a sound when your orgasm finally hits.

Your legs quiver a little when you ride out your high.

It wasnt the most earthshattering orgasm you've ever experienced but it did its job in satisfying you a little.

Clean and dry again, you let yourself fall onto your bed, sighing before you climb underneath your sheets.

Grabbing your phone from your nighstand, you see a message from an unknown number pop up.

unknown number : hey y/n -received at 9:56 pm

unknown number : its minho :) -received at 9:57 pm

Your heart skips a beat when the second one pops up, slowly you slide the message and land in the chat.

Whats a cool way to say hi back? hey?....no

sup? oh hell no

hiii....definetly not.

you: hi :) -sent at 9:58 pm

Good one, y/n.

you: how did you get my number? -sent at 9:58 pm

minho : my manager pulled a few strings lol, how are u? -received at 10:00 pm

you : im fine, a little tired ,hbu? -sent at 10:00 pm

Shit, yea go ahed y/n be the driest texter in the world no biggie, its not like this is lee minho.

minho: aww practice was to hard? lol im feeling fine -received at 10:01 pm

minho: jkjk lol the real reason im texting you is to ask if you want to meet up again -received at 10:02

Excuse me?

minho: yk, to practice but without all the cameras and people -received at 10:02

Okay, y/n calm down, dont answer yet. Dont make him think you're desperate to meet him again even though you are.

you: yea, sure. when are you free? -sent at 10:05

Very chill, nice job.

minho: im actually off the day after tomorrow, hbu? -received at 10:06 pm

you: i can make that work in the evening -sent at 10:06 pm

And there goes not looking desperate.

minho: nice, meet me here around 6 then? -received at 10:08 pm

minho has shared a location

minho: its an old dance studio, i know the owner :) -recieved at 10:08 pm

you: alright, see you then :) -sent at 10:09 pm

minho: good night y/n :) -sent at 10:09 pm

Do you send a good night back?...no, that would be too much...right?

You sigh and drop your phone next to you on your bed, your fists rubbing at your eyes.

There is no way you'll be able to sleep the next two nights.

It has been getting warmer recently, so you are surprised when the weather turns its back on you and suddenly blows icy wind against your face.

And you thought you had chosen wisely when only putting on a hoodie over your shirt.

You check your phone to see that you arrived at minhos sent location, yet there is no dance studio in sight.

Shivering, you turn around to search for signs on doors when you hear the door behind you opening.

"hey, in here" minho grins when you stumble around.

You look up at the building and look down at him.

"hi" you smile, somewhaþ confusedly.

"come in" he holds the door open for you.

"this building looks like its gonna get torn down soon" you say, still shivering a little as you look at minho, who's only sporting grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"it is" minho nods, looking around "sadly, i love coming here" he adds before looking back at you.

"still cold?" he asks, approaching you before rubbing over your arms with his hands.

"ye-huh" you interrupt yourself, gulping harshly when his cologne creeps up your nose.

He grins "better?" You nod, forcing a smile "yea, thanks"

An hour later, you are deeply immersed in the dance when you stumble at the same spot again, for the nth time.

"fuck" you aggrevatedly run your hand through your hair, angry at yourself for not getting this turn down the way it should look.

"I'm sorry, im usually not this bad i j-"

"you're not bad y/n" minho giggles, shaking his head "its alright, sometimes a move just doesnt work at first"

You huff out some air "im just nervous" you shake your head "i've never done a stage like this and i dont want to disappoint people"

"its normal to be nervous" minho stops the music before coming up behind you "just dont let it overpower the fun part"

He moves some hair from your shoulder "plus its just the two of us right now, and you cant disappoint me" he smiles softly, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"try positioning your hips..." he places his hands on your hips before gently rotating them to the left "... more like this before turning" he explains ,eyes locking in the mirror.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat as his hands move up a little and linger on the exposed skin of your waist.

"okay" you breathe "lets try it from the top"

"yea?"

"yea" you nod.

The music starts again and your body takes over for you, you kick and jump and turn.

Minho lifts you like its nothing and before you know it, you do the turn exactly like you're supposed to.

The music stops and your breathing fills the silence before the euphoria of getting every single step down perfectly reaches your brain.

You squeal excitedly and clap before falling into minhos arms.

He stiffens at your touch and you immediately let go "i- i'm sorry- i dont know why-"

Suddenly, he lounges forwards and presses his plush lips against yours.

It takes you a second to register whats happening, but when his hands encase your waist, you sling your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

An approving moan tears from minhos throat before he backs you up untill you feel the cold mirror pressed against your back.

You part your lips and let his tongue roll against yours , his hands roaming over your body.

Everything his happening so fast you cant track where they're going, first they're at your ass then one of them squeezes at your boob; and now it trails up your neck and wraps itself around it as he kisses down the other side.

You feel like your nerve endings are on fire everywhere his hands and lips wander, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan out his name.

He nips at your collarbone before coming back to your lips "i've wanted to do this since the second i saw you" his hand around your neck tightens protectively and you feel yourself clench.

"me too" you whisper before he crashes his lips to yours again, your hand tightening in his thick brown hair as the other clings to his shoulder.

A firm thigh lodges itself between your legs and you feel brave so you roll your hips into it. The ache thats building up in your clit, getting released a little.

Shamelessly you whimper against his lips.

He sucks your bottom lip inbetween his before breaking the kiss again, looking down at your ministrations.

"dirty girl" he grins, releasing your neck and placing both hands on your hips and helping you grind against his thigh.

Your head falls back against the mirror when the fabric of your cotton thong gets rubbed against your clit in just the right way. An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, "fuck" you whine, locking eyes with minho again.

"god i wanna do so many bad things to you" he grunts, at which you swear you gushed a little more into your panties.

You see his cock straining through the flattering grey sweat material, your hand wandering towards it but he catches it.

"cum on my thigh and you'll get it" he promises, grinning when another high pitched moan spills from your pretty lips.

A sudden loud ringing makes you flinch, and minhos head whips around before removing himself from you.

"wha-?" you mumble confusedly.

He takes his phone and answers the incoming call.

"Hi, hyung" he speaks, turning around "i went for a run, yea-sorry...yea okay...okay bye" he hangs up.

"Who-?" you attempt to speak but your mind is still fuzzy as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his sweater before coming back to you.

"My manager" he says, taking your hand "i have to go"

"Oh-"

"I'm sorry" he kisses your lips "you want me to take you to your dorm?"

"No- no i dont want you to get in trouble" you shake your head.

"Sure?" He tilts his head.

"Yea, of course, im good" you nod, a smile tugging at your lips because he looks really cute with his messed up hair and puffy lips.

"Here" he gives you his sweater "im sure its colder now"

"you'll get cold though" you hold it up.

"nah, i'm hot blooded" he quips, leaning down to lock lips again.

More lingering this time, you feel you stomach churn with butterflies when he moves to your cheek.

"i'm not finished with you" he whispers into your ear, winking before walking out the door.

a/n: ik im supposed to be writing zephyr but this popped in my head and wrote itself so easily i was like👁👄👁 anyways hope u liked it🥰 not proofread so i just know there are thousands of spelling errors in there😍😍

#skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #stray kids #lee minho smut #lee know smut #skz minho smut #skz minho #minho smut #idk more tags lol

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anotherimaginethatblog · 3 years

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cruise

Pairing: Kenny x OC

Summary: this is cheesy af with all the clichés, but I could not help myself. apologies in advance for the ending. its not my fave but there maybe a part 2.🤷‍♀️ - you and Kenny have had a flirty friendship for years, neither admitting to feelings until a room mix up on the Jericho cruise forces someone’s hand

You would never publicly express it, but you had been excited for this for months. The cruise was the highlight of many pro wrestlers’ year, it was hard work and tiring but also kind of like a vacation. You had sold it yourself as a work trip, when Kenny had asked if you would be attending you gave your usual nonchalant shrug and said, “don’t know I’ll see”, you really wanted to go but the thought of being trapped on a boat with Kenny was hell to you, I mean it is bad enough having a thing for your friend but a friend that you can’t escape? Yeah.

He looked disappointed you noticed, to you he was a good friend you had met on your first tour of japan, hed showed you around and the conversation and good times had flowed. You kept in touch, talking every day, and to Kenny it was a way to feel close to you, the truth was he really liked you and he figured that friendship was better than nothing so over the years you settled into your usual routine of dinner, exploring and video games whenever you happened to be in the same place together. Neither being brave enough to make a move more than the odd kiss goodnight that you would awkwardly forget the next day.

A few days after your non-committal response to Kenny you had replied to the email booking you for an appearance on the cruise, you figured it would be fun and since the boat was so big the chances of actually having to run into him where slim. You were amazing friends, but you were afraid of your feelings getting in the way and ruining what you had spent so long building. The thought of losing him was too much to bear, that and the million questions you would have from your mum if you told her you and Kenney had fallen out. She was convinced he was the perfect man for you, something you denied to her face every time while thinking how right she was in your head.

Arriving at the docks in Miami you had already bumped into a few familiar faces who seemed surprised you actually come along, none more so than Kenny of all people who you just happened to run into while waiting to check in “so much for ill see (Y/N)” he said teasing you.

“hey you” you shot back with a smile “I figured why not, I mean who doesn’t love the Bahamas and being surrounded by fans at every turn” you said turning to look at the mass of fans outside dying for a glimpse of their favourite wrestler.

“and there was me thinking you just wanted to hang out” he laughed. “I’m glad you’re here though, really I am” he replied, you could hear the sincerity in his voice and it gave you a warm feeling that no matter how much you tried to push away, would not leave your body.

“booking under (Y/N)” you said as you stepped up to the desk.

“one moment let me just get my supervisor” said the assistant behind the desk, after completing multiple attempts to book you in. this was not your first rodeo, and you knew this never ended well. “I’m so sorry miss, we have your reservation but I’m afraid due to a mistake you haven’t been allocated a cabin” the poor girl told you, the look on her face bracing herself for your wrath.

“okay, so where am I supposed to sleep? A lounger on deck?!” you replied attempting to keep your cool.

“what’s up?” Kenny cut in before you could continue your tirade at the poor girl behind the desk.

“so, I’m booked on the cruise but they don’t have a cabin for me, I mean how does that even work” you sassed looking directly at the assistant.

“just stay with me, I have a suite so there’s room, you take the bed ill sleep in the lounge its fine” he said.

“you can’t sleep on the couch in your own room Kenny, ill just call the agent and let them know I’m cancelling, I’m not doing this” you quickly answered him

“woah, wait. You cant cancel and your here now, it’s not like we haven’t roomed before it’ll be fine” said Kenny softly grabbing your arm to stop you leaving.

“fine, if that’s okay I will. But I’m not happy about it no offence” you added.

“none taken” said Kenny as he approached the desk.

“what’s up with you?” asked matt Jackson as you were waiting for Kenny to finish sorting your situation

“well….cruise line messed up my booking, sharing with Kenney’s you started

“check in girl flirting with your boyfriend” matt interjected.

“wow, no, okay why would you even…” you trailed off. Matt wasn’t stupid, hed known you and Kenny long enough to see the way you looked at each other and knew you where both stubborn enough to not do anything about the sexual tension between you two.

“look, I see the way he looks at you and you at him, plus the way you act around each other you may as well be dating” he said “just do yourselves a favour and work your shit out” he finished before walking off to talk his family.

Kenny approached you after standing back so he could watch you and matt talking, he wasn’t dumb, he knew what matt had said to you. He said it to Kenny often enough “ you ready to go” he said smiling at you offering you your own key to his suite.

“sure I need to change after travelling all day anyways” you said trying to act cool but you knew you where coming across as a bitch.

After making your way to your room, arguing over who was taking the bed (Kenny insisted you take it) and a quick shower and change you where finally doing your favourite thing; sitting in the lounge with a large tequila and tonic. Kenny was nursing a coke zero, he didn’t drink but being around you when you did made all those feelings begin to bubble to the surface, because he knew what was coming. When you drank you got chatty, and you made him promises you (and he) knew you wouldn’t remember in the morning. “stop looking at me like that, it makes me nervous” you told him laughing

“what?! I cant look at you now” he laughed “you shouldn’t be so pretty” he finished making you blush but want to leave immediately.

“why do you do this?, tease me then go back to just pretending we can only be friends” you stated oblivious to the gang sat around the table with you. You got up to leave and Kenny could only stare open mouthed not sure how to reply.

“(Y/N) come back I didn’t mean to upset you” he pleaded, you knew he hadn’t but you couldn’t take another round of the flirting that would lead to a kiss before you both woke up the next day pretending it hadn’t happened.

“go after her you dumbass” hangman said over the rim of his glass “secretly that’s what women want when they make that dramatic exit” earning laughs from your friends around the table. Gingerly Kenny got up and made his way to your room, if things got too awkward he could always room with hangman or nakazawa.

“(Y/N)” Kenny softly said knocking on the bedroom door “open up for me, I’m sorry I upset you. I just cant do this anymore” he said sadly.

“do what, you don’t want to be my friend anymore?” you asked sadly, stepping out the room closer to him. You where not drunk by any means but the strong drink had made you a little brave and he stiffened when you gently touched his shoulder leading him to sit on the couch.

“no, (Y/N). I don’t want to be your friend anymore” he replied. “I want more, id be lying to myself and you if I wasn’t honest. Its killing me to lie, I think we can be more than friends, we are both adults and I’ve wanted more for a long time. If you don’t that’s cool, but I cant do this anymore I’m sorry” he blurted out, all his words coming out at once. Looking visibly relieved and worried all at once.

You knew he was right, you had got to know each other on a level so deep you where practically a long distance couple, suddenly that bravery lept up and out of you and before you knew it you kissed him. He was shocked at first but soon returned it, deepening it “ we really gonna do this (Y/N)” he asked breathless “we gonna make out then pretend we didn’t over breakfast”.

“no, not this time” you replied kissing him again. “I’m sorry weve danced around each other for so long, I should have had the balls to tell you how I felt” you told him staring into his eyes, he could see all the sincerity and vulnerability you had in you at that moment and he knew you could see the same in his.

“I want this to work” said Kenny, “I want you (Y/N)” he stated,

“right now, here on the couch” you smirked, he knew your humour and knew you full stop. “at least take me out to dinner first” you teased .

“you know what I mean” he replied giving you that jaw dropping smile of his “but I mean, if you’re serious. I could eat” he laughed.

“shut up omega” you laughed kissing him again, he moaned into the kiss and you knew that was a sound you wanted to hear again. Maybe the cruise messing up your room was fate you though to yourself. Before getting distracted by some wandering hands.

“I was serious about dinner though ken” you deadpanned after breaking the kiss Making him laugh. Which was slowly becoming your favourite sound … after the kissy moaning.

#kenny omega x reader #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega fanfiction #aew imagine #aew fanfiction #wrestling imagine #wrestling fanfiction

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wintermutal · 3 years

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i legitimately do not understand one single ounce of the scp wiki drama u got goin’ on but i am Fascinated by it none the less. i know absolutely nothing about SCPs. i had know idea the internal workings of the wiki for these things could have so much... all of that going on. can you give us the cliff notes of All That if its not a bother? (only if ur comfortable sharing of course!)

well, today’s episode of scp drama goes way back to the beginning of the site in 2008. there are some authors that started then and still are connected to it or watching it from afar. one of the most well-known of these authors, who wasnt one of the founders but joined soon after, is harmony, who was known for a long time as ‘roget’.

(putting this under a cut bc i did not mean for it to get as long as it did lmao)

harmony is the single most prolific author on the scp wiki. at one point back in say...probably 2012-13 or so, a third of the wiki was just her work. hundreds upon hundreds of articles. i listened to an interview with her once back in high school where she said she was averaging, at one point, an article every two days. she has some great stuff, some of which defined various aspects of the wiki, and some other stuff that didn’t do as well, but if you look at raw good boy points (upvotes) she surpasses everyone else, not just because of her few fantastically popular works but because of the sheer amount of her content. she also is super involved in side-wikis relating to scp, including the wanderers’ library and a defunct project she and i brushed elbows in one summer (i dont really know her that well, though).

im less up to date with harmony Lore or whatnot, but out of all the current and former scp staff (she used to be on staff), she has probably the least amount of insane shit connected to her. notice i did not say none, because she and her girlfriend did attempt a takeover of another wiki at one point and bullied people at other points, sometimes severely to the point of making them leave the internet forever, you know, normal stuff totally normal people do. BUT. i have never heard anything about her like, being a pedophile or an abuser, so.....the bar is literally underground, but in terms of ranking high-up people in the scp wiki, shes pretty low profile.

regardless of who she is, though, it brings us here. harmony's been going through some shit. because harmony has been an integral author on the wiki for around a decade now, obviously staff have noticed. she’s aware of it too, and, from what i can discern and piece together, at some point recently gave her account away to be held by someone she trusts a lot, so for the moment her articles aren’t something she’s at liberty to delete. in the midst of this, she’s tentatively decided, that she wants to leave permanently (queen) and, more importantly, the articles she’s written for the wiki aren’t something she wants on there anymore; the reasoning ive seen is because of more personal reasons, but the single staff member im in a server with insists its because she wants to hurt staff and spite the wiki on her way out, which like. idk if they had a fight or smth, honestly, so i cant comment on that.

but like. this is a big deal. this is 300+ articles she wants removed and, again from what ive heard, moved to a neutral site of her own instead. staff really, REALLY do not like this. entire portions of long-standing site stuff would need to be rewritten, deleted, archived, or recontextualized to accommodate the huge gap in the site lore, etc, and that’s without any attention to her more famous works. and this is old stuff, like, formative stuff in some cases. like i said, shes been around for about a decade. there just... a whole lot of load-bearing stuff in there.

the view of staff-- or, at least, the view of djkaktus going off on twitter and the single staff member i have passing contact with-- is that when she posted those articles, they became part of creative commons, and therefore the site has the right to deny her request and keep her articles there. because harmony is aware she’s not in a good mental state, from what ive heard she’s waiting until march 1st to decide if she wants to do it or not. meanwhile, djkaktus is proposing a public vote of whether or not to let her remove her own works.

now like. listen. i think that fundamentally this kind of sets a big precedent. the question here is, what is more important: the will of the author, or the will of the community as communicated by staff?

in conclusion, i think they have an incredible opportunity to fundamentally reshape the site handed to them on a silver platter. if it was me, i would just like, make a table of all the articles deleted and what concepts their deletion undercuts-- a huge undertaking in and of itself-- then open up ten or fifteen slots a week for authors to reshape those concepts to replace each load-bearing article until the gaps have been filled. to me its completely possible for them to respect her wishes and also...dare i say it....turn it into something fun and constructive and impactful, after all these years of honestly impressive new shit being piled on top of bizarre half-stagnation that just gets rewritten a thousand times every few years.

i think this could be really cool and an honestly good force, and on a broader scale might bring scp back to its roots: not a place where people go to get dunked upon by staff and people with 5 karma bars, but as an online community of people writing whatever the fuck they want for fun, with other people building off whatever the fuck other people felt like writing, with the added urgency of having to fill certain very influential slots in a harmony-shaped hole as soon as possible. this could prove that the heart of scp is not in the content of big-name authors and staff members, but- dare i say it- in literally just a bunch of random internet people hanging out and writing things, and i think that might even change how lots of people approach it altogether.

now, the problem with this is that the heart of scp is not in the community of a bunch of internet people hanging out, and hasnt been for a long time (you could argue it never was), although this is the thing authors and staff insist it is. the heart is in the clout, the superiority, the ability to step on others and get territorial over entire concepts and ideas, and the false structure it gives to vulnerable people. i don’t think theyre going to let harmony remove her stuff, and i think its going to stay the same as it always has been, and honestly? i think its a shame.

so i do think lawyers are going to get involved, as all high-profile scp things do, which would make it even stupider than it appears on the surface. thats it though, we’ll just have to see what happens.

#vandal.txt #asks #scp

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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Tim Sullivan

(My gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(This movie was genuinely amazing. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.)

- There isn’t an exact memory that you can recall when explaining how you met Tim. It was probably some time around the first grade; you knew you’d gone to the same school since then. You also knew that you’d drifted in and out of each other’s lives; through being placed in the same classes, after that.

- Regardless, you and him weren’t close, not for a long time at least. You were aware of each other’s existence sure, but only as peers, passing faces on the classroom or hallway.

- It wasn’t until around the seventh grade that you actually became acquainted. It was around that time that you started using your allowance to visit the comic stand after school. That was where Tim first became interested in you, him and the other; at the time, two boys.

- You’d just finished buying an issue and were beginning to walk home when him and his friends rolled up on their bikes. You glanced at them for a moment as you continued to walk, noticing that their eyes moved from the comic in your hands to your face in surprise. You paid it no mind.

- You were the topic of conversation for nearly an hour. They voiced their disbelief, then made some raunchy comments, and then, they trailed off with an earnest “maybe we should, I don’t know, ask if she wants to hang out or something.”.

- They were kind of at a loss; a pretty girl who likes comics was a weeks worth of soapy rag material. They all just stopped mentioning you and moved onto a different topic after that.

- The next day, the boys lingered at the front entrance, pretending like they weren’t watching you as you walked towards the school, pausing as you waited for the first bell to ring.

“Well, is anybody gonna go talk to her?” Tim had been the first one to speak. Everyone remained silent and he scoffed. “Fine you pansies, I’ll do it.”

- As you can imagine, you were a bit surprised to be approached by the boy as you leaned against the school gate. You politely returned his greeting before glancing back at the school awkwardly.

“So...swamp thing, huh?”

-The comment threw you for a loop until you remembered the previous day. Nodding, you expressed your interest in the comic and asked if he was a fan as well, prompting a mini conversation that was interrupted by the bell ringing.

- Just before the two of you said goodbye, he invited you to hang out with him and his friends after school, an offer you awkwardly; somewhat, accepted as you began to walk inside.

“Yeah, I mean that should be fine. …See ya.”

- They waited for you in front of the school after classes let out, debating with each other on whether they should just go as you were a bit late. Thankfully though, you showed up at just the right time, apologizing and explaining that Assumpta had kept you late to help her after class.

- They all sweetly assured you that it was fine, as though half of them weren’t just planning on ditching you. And thus, you began your journey to their usual hangout and your subsequent friendship with the group of boys.

- Fast forward a year or so, you’re a certified member of the group, contributor to the comic, and Tim's “secret” crush. Everyone in the group besides you knows that he has a thing for you and it’s one of the few things they can actually make fun of him for.

- It’s around that time that you realize you like him too and; unable to deal with your sudden feelings, start acting all quiet and sort of weird around him. He takes notice of your hesitance to be alone with him and your odd behavior and the next time you wind up alone together, he asks you about it. You insist that nothing is wrong and he starts to badger you.

- One thing leads to another and soon enough you’re wrestling each other around the room. After a bit of struggling, you manage to pin him down, angrily telling him to shut up as you straddle his torso. Both your chests are heaving as you stare down at him and he stares up at you. You stay like that for a long, quiet moment before you climb off of him, grabbing your things and booking it out of your gangs little hideout.

- He lays on the floor for a while before he leaves as well, showing up at your house later that day and acting like nothing happened, convincing you to come do something with him. In an effort to forget about what happened and just smooth things over, you agree.

- Soon enough, everything is back to normal, but after a while of the two of you busying yourselves with whatever it is you were doing, silence falls upon you and he asks if you “want to talk about it”.

- You tell him you like a guy and he nods, his heart clenching in his chest as he teases you lightly. He asks you who it is and you remain quiet. He nudges you with his shoulder and begins to teasingly pester you until you tell him it’s someone in your group. You cant even begin to imagine how shitty that makes him feel.

“Francis?” He asks, almost as though he already knows the answer. Your denying it genuinely surprises him. “Wade?” Wrong again.“...Joey?” he asks as though it’s the most unbelievable thing he’s ever heard. You shake your head without looking at him.

“Then...,” The two of you sit in silence as it dawns on him. You remain silent when he finally, tentatively asks “Me?”

“Can I kiss you?” You turn your head to look at him before slowly nodding, a small smile threatens to pull at his lips as he leans in.

- His hand hovers at the side of your face as he softly presses his lips to yours. When you break apart, you look into each others eyes for a long moment before his hand finally touches your skin and he kisses you again; this time with more confidence.

- The two of you spend the rest of the day stealing kisses and wandering around the overgrown and abandoned parts of town. You suppose you could consider this your first date, mainly because it’s so similar to what you usually do for “dates”.

- And thus, you begin your relationship with the rebellious alter boy.

- Not a lot of Pda happens in your relationship. You’re both sorta young and inexperienced so there’s that constant “should I, shouldn’t I” internal debate when it comes to affection. Most of the time, he leans towards the “wait until you’re alone” side of things.

- That being said, when you are alone, he’s much more willing to be affectionate; albeit it with a bit of juvenile hesitance.

- While he certainly wouldn’t mind feeling you up, he’s sort of more interested in the innocent aspects of romance. He isn’t really in a huge rush to “make it” with you; he likes kissing and hugging just fine.

- Shoulder kisses.

- Soft, sorta slow kisses. When you first got together, you hadn’t expected him to be so ...sweet when he kissed you. You expected hard and quick but you were pleasantly surprised.

- Makeout sessions.

- Kissing you is therapeutic for him. Whenever he just wants to get away from the world, he likes to lean over and press his lips to yours.

- He likes to be the big spoon and nuzzle his forehead into your hair/back of your neck. With that being said, he can cuddle in just about any position the place you’re in will allow.

- He likes your odd quirks, he thinks they make you cool. You’re out of the ordinary and so is he; you make a good couple.

- Constant teasing.

- As much as he likes to tease you, he likes to compliment you just as much. He’s always eager to tell you when you do something well, insisting that you do or that it’s true when you try to brush off his praise.

- He gives you a specific nickname, something that only he would ever call you. He likes having that special little connection.

- Getting notes sent to you. Excuse me, poems with notes at the end.

- He’s obviously got a pretty rough home life and has dealt with some tough shit over the past few years. He doesn’t really like talking about it so you just have to be there for him when he wants to hang out and get away from it all; though he’s sort of used to it by now.

- He doesn’t invite you over a lot, for obvious reasons.

- Sneaking out at night to go hang out with him.

- Spending hours together. The two of you are out of your houses from early in the morning to late at night whenever you can be.

- You act like really close friends more than you do a couple at times, most people at your school sort of assume you’re just friends because of it.

- The two of you sort of just hang out together rather than go out on typical dates.

- Reading comics. He likes either lying his head on your shoulder or having you lay your head on his.

- Riding your bikes together.

- Dates at abandoned buildings.

- Walking through the woods and marshes together.

- Skinny dipping/swimming in the lakes of your town.

- Cloud gazing. You lay together and just stare at the sky.

- You’ve significantly lowered his need to make trouble since you’re always there when he’s bored. Does he want to go destroy something or kiss you? Its a hard decision.

- Deep, sometimes dark conversations. He’s been forced to grow up sort of quickly and because of that he knows just how cruel the world can be. Sometimes, he just can’t help but talk to you about it and, sometimes without even realizing it, ruin your wall of innocence and naivety.

- Dark humor and morbid jokes. He’s a sick monkey.

- Whenever he gets a cut, scrape or bruise, he’ll always teasingly ask you to kiss it. He tells himself that he’s just messing with you but whenever you actually do do it, he’s both flustered and pleased.

- I feel like Tim would use any injury he gets to draw your attention to him, even if it really doesnt hurt that much. It would be especially common before the two of you started dating. He just likes having you focused on him and touching him gently.

- Drawing and writing on his cast.

- Helping him with his pranks. He always tells you that he can’t do it without you; he knows that it breaks your resolve.

- He’s an adrenaline junkie; he likes dangerous stunts and getting his heart racing so expect to be involved in a few scenarios that would give your parents a heart attack.

- Getting high/drunk with him or just dealing with him while he’s high/drunk. Don’t worry, he’s usually pretty mellow, especially when he gets high.

- He can notice when something’s wrong and will always ask “whats the matter with you”. He’s usually pretty good at making you feel better, even if it’s just by saying something stupid and not judging you.

- Just a fair warning, you shouldn’t trust him with secrets that involve people he knows or involves something that he might just so happen to leak into a conversation.

- Tim hates being ignored, mainly because hes so ignored at home. He always gets sorta angry/upset when you don’t give him attention.

- He can get really jealous in certain situations though he’s just a jealous person in general. It’s primarily because he cares about you so much and doesnt want to take a chance on having the one real good thing in his life leaving him.

- He’s not necessarily protective but he is caring. He’s always looking after you, even when you’re fighting or angry with each other. He doesn’t ever want anything happening to you.

- Aren’t you even gonna ask me if I’m pissed? I wouldn’t say Tim has a short temper but certain things do make him really angry and will cause the two of you to fight. He doesn’t yell, he hates yelling, but he will say the occasional insulting thing or tell you; very seriously, not to do something ever again.

- That being said, he calms down very quickly and remains calm if you’re the one who’s upset. He earnestly asks if you want to talk about it when you seem to just be upset because of something else, even if you just tore into him.

- He always tries to just ignore the fact that you’ve been fighting and move on, smoothing things over like they never happened. He doesn’t need an apology but if he thinks you deserve one, he’ll give it to you.

- He doesn’t tell you he loves you very often but he’ll occasionally surprise you with one, usually when you least expect it or when he’s really thinking about how much you mean to him and how well you treat him.

- Tim doesn’t talk about the future with you very often, sometimes he’ll mention something he wants to do in life or jokingly talk about what you’re gonna do together but that’s about it.

- As awful as his parents marriage is, it surprisingly hasn’t ruined his view on the matter. He; very maturely, tells himself that he’ll never be like them and that when; not if, the two of you get married, you’ll be so much better.

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The second button [Bokuto Koutarou x Reader]

the second button;; pairing: bokuto koutarou x reader, slight akaashi x reader fandom: haikyuu!! genres: angst, slight fluff word count: 1k or smth (drabble)

a/n: i want to give an special thanks to @drainedjaz ( @boomboomjaz go simp for jazz and her work pls) for beta reading and giving me recommendations <3 ily baby. also, i want to thank to the entire cheese cult just bc i love them so much and im simping so hard for them, like, a lot-. Please stay safe, drink tons of water, eat your meals and sleep at least 8 hours (do it at least for me cuz i canT AKSJHDJS)! I love you <3

Summary: You asked Bokuto for his second button after the graduation ceremony, but it was too late.

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ ☾　 °:. *₊ ° . ° .•

Time goes fast. Too fast. One day you are in diapers and the next in hakama, with a diploma in your hands and looking for the second button. The button of the boy you had fallen in love with.

You smiled lightly as you searched for Bokuto, the crowds at the ceremony starting to condense as you walked down the halls. You looked for it with your gaze, which stopped when you found the boy, you looked at his back to a few second-year girls you recognized.

“Taro!” You called him without erasing your smile. Bokuto lightly turned his head towards you and gave you one of his best smiles. His smile. His smile made your knees tremble, created convulsions in your heart, confused your thoughts. You were still behind him when he answered you, the number of girls after they saw you started to decrease.

He didn't talk until the last one left.

“Hey hey hey! Y/N-chan” he smiled, fixing his clothes and his hair. His smile was different from that of other days, his eyes shone with an intensity that he only dedicated to volleyball “We graduated!” He laughed, turning around fully to face you.

Your eyes were glued to his face, his expression of joy. You wanted to see his expression over and over for the rest of your life. You wanted to be able to see him grow as a professional, you wanted to help him, encourage him, love him, and shower him with words, kisses, hugs.

You loved him. So much.

“Yes” you replied, closing your eyes and smiling at him “Congratulations, Koutarou” you took his free hand and squeezed it a little. Bokuto acted as always before you displayed affection, he only corresponded “You did a good job, you are too cool, I am very happy” you swallowed to open your eyes and look him in the eyes “Uh..., I wanted to ask you something”

“Uh, what's going on Y/N-chan?” before the compliments, the boy with golden eyes looked at you with emotion “What's wrong? What's up?"

The love you felt for Bokuto was different from the one you had with any other boy you met before, it was not the same, it was not even close to being the same. Bokuto was different. It was special. He was someone who was always there for you, regardless of time or place. Someone who always gave you love, hugged you, caused you things you never thought you would feel.

Your love for Bokuto made you weak.

“I like you, Taro. Like, I have like you for a long, long time. I wanted to ask you if you could give me your second button” the words came out softly, a deep pink sneaked down your cheeks while you did not break eye contact with Bokuto. The grip of his hand with yours tightened a little, nervously.

“Ah...”

You blinked slightly confused when Bokuto released your hand and scratched the back of his neck. He avoided looking at you. At his action, your gaze began to slide down the features of his face, then down his neck to reach his shirt. Your heart began to beat strongly and quickly, your head began to process things slowly, your knees weakened, threatening to touch the ground.

His second button was missing.

His second button did not belong to you.

“I gave Rin-chan my button” his tone started to drop as if he was scared of hurting you “I really like her...”

Your ears stopped listening to his words, your lips trembled strongly. You shook your head, trying to push out negative emotions. You had to be happy for him. You had to be strong for him.

Bokuto had always been strong for you.

“Ah!” you said, closing your eyes and waving your hands nervously “I understand, don't worry, Bokuto!” you denied again, without opening your eyes “You must be very happy. Rin-chan is very pretty”

“Yeah…”

“I should go, Bokuto. Good luck” the last words were said softly, but they were loaded with sadness and pain. A bittersweet taste appeared on your lips "I love you very much"

Before he could answer you, you bowed to him and left.

Time goes fast. One day you have your heart beating for someone and at other, it's broken. One day you use dresses and you look beautiful in them, and at others, you wear a hakama that covers your whole body full of sadness.

You walked differently than how you walked when you wanted to be in his arms, how you wanted to jump and kiss his lips, how you walked when you were with him.

You weren't walking, you were running away.

You left through the main entrance to the building where the ceremony was taking place. Your breathing seemed to catch for every breath you took, your heartbeat that hurt, weighed, hitting the inside of your chest with so much force that you did not recognize if you were being beaten or you only had a broken heart. Your breathing quickened, it seemed to be following the pace of your heart. The same one that was aching and felt heavier than usual. It pounded with force against your chest that you weren’t sure if it was due to the running or because it shattered to pieces.

Little tiny pieces.

He does not love you.

“Y/N-san, congratulations”

Akaashi didn't know that your eyes could look so sad. He had never seen you cry, yes, he had seen you discouraged a few times, the way they looked so dull and broken, he could not ignore it. He couldn't ignore how sad you looked, worse when he knew why.

But he does.

“Akaashi -kun” you gave him a small cordial smile, his eyebrows furrowed slightly when you closed your eyes, small tears ran down your face "Thank you very much"

Akaashi's arms were not as huge as Bokuto's. They were not so muscular, so shocking, so strong. They did not look alike. They could not be compared.

But the hug he gave you, the hug that shook your whole body the moment you burst into tears in front of him reminded you of the hugs the gray-haired boy with black gave you whenever they won a game. It was a hug full of emotions, not joy or sorrow, emotions intertwined with feelings that could not be expressed in words.

As you broke into Akaashi's chest, you realized he didn't have a second button either.

“I know it shouldn't be me, but I'll give it to you, I want to give it to you, Y/N-san” he said softly, handing you the button while looking you in the eye “Please, accept it”

The second button is the one that is closest to the heart. It is the one that can feel the most as the muscular organ inside your chest flutters and calms down when you are close to the person you love.

The second button is your heart.

And that day, yours got broken, just to receive another one.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

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grailfinders · 3 years

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Fate and Phantasms #86: Mysterious Heroine X

Before we get into America proper, Fate and Phantasms is taking a quick sightseeing tour of the Servant Universe, courtesy of Mysterious Heroine X! With this build, you’ll be able to sneak up on sabers and give them a taste of your Secret Calibur. You’ll also have plenty of technobabble gadgets that do whatever the plot demands, and your very own spaceship! Kinda. You’ll have most of your spaceship. You’ll have spaceship parts.

Check out X’s build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: A gold lancer?! Ooh, I bet it’s Qin Liangyu!

Race and Background

D&D doesn’t really have a Servant race (we’re waiting on that collab, WoTC!), but we’ve made a large majority of servants Humans, and we won’t stop now. Variant Humans get +1 Dexterity and Wisdom, Arcana proficiency to represent your technological prowess, and the Lucky feat. This feature lets you use your very literal plot armor to succeed when you really need to, or counter deadly attacks, three times per long rest by rolling another d20 and optionally using that roll when making a save, attack, or check or when another creature attacks you.

You’re a Far Traveler, because it doesn’t get much further away than another dimension. This gives you Insight and Perception proficiencies. You can always tell when someone’s lying about being a saber. It’s mostly because they all have the same face, but still.

Ability Scores

Put your highest score into Dexterity. You’re totally a saber, but some swords use dex! It’s fine! You also want your dex as high as possible, because a track suit isn’t armor. Second is Charisma: you can lie to paladins for extended periods without getting caught (I know she was a child, shush). Your Wisdom’s also pretty good; your gadgets have to work off something, after all. Your Constitution isn’t amazing, and neither is your Strength, but you’re not here for fair fights. Finally, dump Intelligence. Your gadgets are cool and you know how to use them, but you didn’t make them and you probably don’t really know how they work.

Class Levels

1. Ranger 1: When you become a ranger, you get proficiency in Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as Athletics, Stealth, and Investigation to help you hunt down sabers without being seen.

As a first level ranger, you would normally get Favored Enemy, but Sabers aren’t a type of humanoid, so instead you get Favored Foe. When you hit a creature with an attack, you can mark the creature for up to a minute, concentration permitting. Once per turn (including the turn you mark it), you can deal an extra 1d4 damage to that creature. You can make a number of marks per long rest equal to your proficiency bonus. That’s not a lot of damage right now, but it gets better as we go.

You’d also normally get Natural Explorer, but Space isn’t an option for that either. Instead, you are a Deft Explorer, which at level 1 makes you Canny. This gives you extra languages, plus expertise in Stealth. You’re a master assas-Saber, after all.

Lastly in our list of switchups, most Excaliburs are great-swords, but your lightsaber is a pretty light saber, so we’re instead calling it a Scimitar. Don’t worry, we’ll make it a little stronger later.

2. Ranger 2: At second level, you gain a Fighting Style. The Dueling style adds 2 to single-handed melee damage, to help make up for your smaller sword. You also learn to cast Spells this level, using your Wisdom as the spellcasting modifier. Since we have Hunter’s Mark covered with Favored Foe, we’re instead going to learn Alarm and Snare to better protect the area around our ship. They create an alarm and snare respectively- sometimes it’s nice to have a spell that just does what it says it will.

3. Ranger 3: Normally at level three you’d get Primeval Awareness, and since you don’t talk to animals that’s exactly what you’re getting here. You can spend a spell slot to sense aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead within 1 mile of you, though their number and location aren’t given. The effect lasts for one minute per spell level used. Those lancer sabers aren’t particularly hard to find, but a little extra help never hurt.

Third level rangers also pick a conclave. You’re dedicated to protecting the multiverse from the massive influx of Saberfaces, making you a pretty clear-cut Horizon Walker. You can use your Portal Detector to Detect Portals within a mile of you as an action once per short rest. You’re also a Planar Warrior, letting you spend your bonus action to make your Secret Calibur a higher caliber, turning all its damage into Force Damage for one attack, and dealing an extra 1d8 damage as well. If you wanted to justify what you spent on a new set of dice, this is the build for you: literally the only die you’re not using each turn now is your d12.

You also get another spell this level, and the extended spell list for Horizon Walkers gives you access to Protection from Evil and Good. For up to 10 minutes with concentration, one creature you touch is protected from aberrations, celestials, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. This imposes disadvantage against those creatures if they try to attack them, they can’t be charmed, frightened, or possessed by them, and they have advantage on saves if they’re already under one of those effects. Most sabers either are or get their power from one of those types of creature, so this should be pretty helpful.

4. Ranger 4: Your track suit is leather armor at best, so use this Ability Score Improvement to strengthen your Dexterity. This improves you AC, sword accuracy and damage, and makes you sneakier too.

5. Ranger 5: Fifth level Horizon Walkers get an Extra Attack, letting you make two attacks per action. It should be noted that Planar Warrior and Favored Foe only work once per turn, but more damage is still more damage.

You also get another care package from the Servant Universe; this one contains your Object Locater, which lets you Locate Objects. As long as the object is within 1,000′ of you and isn’t blocked by lead, you’ll know exactly where it is and where it’s going for up to 10 minutes. If you’ve been close to it before, you can locate specific objects like, say, Excalibur, or you can locate an kind of object, like clothing, a kind of weapon (saber) or tool.

6. Rogue 1: This isn’t really an “above board” move to make, but you’re not one for traditional tactics. That probably why you’re an Assas- Totally a saber. Yup. Anyway, with this level you get one rogue skill -Acrobatics- proficiency, as well as Expertise in two skills. This doubles you proficiency in Acrobatics and Perception. You can make a Sneak Attack, dealing extra damage against creatures when you’re using a finesse weapon (you should be) and you either have advantage against your target or there’s another enemy of the target within 5′ of them. You can also use Thieves’ Cant to communicate with other rogues without being found out.

7. Ranger 6: We’ll get more rogue in a bit, but back in Ranger, your Favored Foe increases to 1d6, and you’re now a Roving Explorer. This gives you an extra 5′ of movement, and you gain a climbing and swimming speed equal to your walking speed.

8. Ranger 7: Since you’re not really from this plane, it can be a bit tricky to stay on it for long. You can weaponize this with your Ethereal Step, letting you cast Etherealness for free and as a bonus action once per short rest. The drawback is it only lasts until the end of your turn, but until then you can move in any direction (at half speed), you’re invisible to creatures who can’t sense the ethereal plane, and can move through objects that aren’t on the ethereal plane. Think of it as a short-range teleporter.

If you want to be even sneakier, turn on your cloaking device to Pass Without Trace, giving you and creatures near you +10 to stealth checks and the inability to be tracked through normal means for up to an hour.

9. Ranger 8: Moving at half speed in the ethereal plane is a bummer. If only there was some way to be even faster. Wait, there is! use this ASI to become Mobile, adding 10′ to your movement and allowing you to slip away from enemies you’ve attacked this turn.

You also get Land’s Stride, so you can ignore most difficult terrain, as well as damage caused by nonmagical plants. You also have advantage on saves caused by magical plants.

10. Ranger 9: I don’t think we’re fast enough yet. Let’s get even faster. As a ninth level ranger you get third level spells, like Haste, which doubles your movement speed, gives you an extra action each turn, adds 2 to your AC, and gives you advantage on dexterity saves. This lasts up to a minute, at which point you’ll have to take a break for a turn. Fun fact: Etherealness is not a concentration spell, so you can speed up and blast through the ethereal plane no problem.

11. Rogue 2: Back in rogue, you learn to make Cunning Actions, letting you Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a bonus action. We didn’t make you Canny in stealth for nothing, use it from time to time.

12. Rogue 3: As much as you like to deny it, you are an Assassin class servant, meaning you Assassinate people. You have advantage on attacks against creatures who haven’t taken a turn yet, and all your attacks that hit automatically deal critical damage on surprised creatures. You also get proficiency in the Disguise and Poisoner’s Kits. That track suit is barely a disguise, and it’s definitely not magical.

Also, your sneak attack increases to 2d6.

13. Ranger 10: Tenth level rangers are Tireless, letting you spend an action to gain 1d8+ your wisdom modifier temporary HP, a number of times per long rest equal to your proficiency modifier. Also, your exhaustion now decreases on short rests as well as long rests. I’m sure this makes anyone who wants to multiclass Berserker/Ranger very happy.

Again, you would normally get Hide in Plain Sight, but instead you get Nature’s Veil. Proficiency bonus times per long rest, you can use a bonus action to turn invisible until the start of your next turn. Unlike normal invisibility, this persists even if you attack someone, so have fun with that.

14. Ranger 11: Eleventh level Horizon Walkers see their Planar Warrior feature grow even stronger, adding 2d8 force damage to an attack. You can also make Distant Strikes now, teleporting 10 feet before each attack you make. If you make your two attacks against different targets, you can even make a third attack against a third target!

With this level’s spell, you can call down some fire support from your ship with Conjure Barrage. You’ll have to keep something to throw on hand, but it will deal 3d8 damage in a 60′ cone, or half on a successful dexterity save (DC 8+proficiency+wisdom modifier).

15. Ranger 12: Use this ASI to improve your Wisdom for stronger air support and better tracking.

16. Ranger 13: Thirteenth level rangers get fourth level spells. Freedom of Movement will help you break out of any restraints you may find yourself in. Sabers aren’t typically one to take prisoners, but perhaps some misguided locals get between you and your mark.

17. Ranger 14: At fourteenth level, your Favored Foe is now as strong as it’s ever going to be, dealing 1d8 damage per turn. You can also Vanish as a bonus action on your turn. This also prevents you from being tracked by nonmagical means unless you want to be followed.

18. Ranger 15: Your plot armor has upgraded from dumb luck to a Spectral Defense, spending your reaction to gain resistance to an attack. You also learn Banishment, letting you kick any errant Sabers back to the servant dimension. Killing them would be preferable, but there are days where you just don’t have the time.

19. Ranger 16: Use your final ASI to max out your Dexterity for more AC, more stabbing, and better stealth.

20. Ranger 17: Your capstone level of ranger nets you the ability to cast 5th level spells like Teleportation Circle. This allows you to instantly travel to any existing spaceport (circle) on the same plane as you that you know the combination to, and even make your own after a year of casting. You also start with the runes needed to travel to two circles chosen by your DM. It’s a shame this doesn’t work between planes, but if your DM wants you planehopping by level 20 it’s going to happen anyway.

Pros:

You’re so fast you clip through walls. With 45′ base speed, the ability to double dash on command, and access to haste, you’re able to get where you need to go when you need to be there. Toss in your etherealness and distant strikes, and you’ll find yourself saving a lot of time. Or you’ll find out all the buildings you enter were mysteriously built on the ethereal plane too. It’s depends on how hard your DM railroads.

You’re also very stealthy, with the ability to turn invisible before you strike and your absurd stealth bonuses you’re going to be hard to find, at least until your sword is already in their neck.

Your sword may not be magical, but you can turn it into Force Damage for an attack each turn. Combine that with your sneak attack and favored foe, and you can still deal plenty of damage, even to tough creatures. Like sabers!

Cons:

Despite being from another plane of existence, this build doesn’t have any planar travel, bar Banishment-ing yourself back home. This isn’t really a weakness, per se: if your DM needs you to be in a different plane they’ll typically help you out. It’s just really frustrating for me specifically.

Your weapon buffs all only last for one attack, making your multi-attack somewhat awkward. On top of that, your Planar Warrior requires you to call your attack ahead of time, so you can’t just wait for a critical hit and dump all your features into it like paladins can.

A lot of your spells require Concentration, and that means not only do you have to pick and choose your spells carefully, but you can easily waste a slot because your constitution isn’t that great.

#fate grand order #fgo #Mysterious Heroine X #D&D 5e #Fate and Phantasms

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legoshi-plz · 4 years

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Hello!! May I please get 11: "May I kiss you" with Bill pls? 👉👈🥺

A/N: I don’t like that Beefy Bastard but I cant deny, his character as a Soft! Yandere ? HOT 🥵

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Bill’s lips were uncomfortably pressed against yours, his body curving almost awkwardly to reach your height. He had one hand on your shoulder. It was a painful sight to watch.

“Ok, Cut!” Louis called from below the stage. You and Bill broke apart instantly.

“This is atrocious. Y/N, you’re annoyingly short. Just pick her up, Bill,” Louis droned and the two of you started again.

Bill grabbed your waist and swooped you up before crashing his lips onto yours. It was much more aggressive this time and you swore you felt him slipping in a bit of tongue. He hooked one paw under your thigh, heisting your leg up to wrap around his waist as he dipped you low, never breaking the kiss.

“Okay Big Guy, calm down. This is still a stage production, not some raunchy feature film,” Louis called and Bill set you back down on the ground.

You and Bill had been cast as major characters in the school play which involved the two of you having to share an impassioned kiss right before the final Act. A lot of things came to mind when you thought of Bill: irritating, overconfident, narcissistic, even self-centered but you could hardly bring yourself to picture him as desirable. While other girls (Carnivores, of course, and a few adventurous Herbivores) in the Drama club would swoon at the opportunity to lock lips with the Tiger in front of the whole school, you could think of nothing more repulsive.

As the two of you continued rehearsal, you noticed Bill was more dedicated to his role than ever, his acting skyrocketed to probably impress Louis and keep the admonishments to a minimum.

You performed your role to the best of your abilities and before you knew it, rehearsal was over. You were heading back to your dorms that night when a certain tiger decided you needed company.

“Y/N, wait, hold up a sec,” Bill said jogging towards you. You didn’t stop but you turned your head slightly to acknowledge you’d heard him.

“Hey, glad I was able to catch you before you left. Where ya headed?”

“To my dorm room....”

“Oh yeah? Cool, it’s not too far from mine-

“Because we’re both Carnivores,”

“Exactly! We have like so much in common! Anyways I’ll walk you home,” he said excitedly.

“There’s no need for that, I’m fine.” You said increasing your speed slightly.

“Oh c’mon, it’s a dangerous world out here, Y/N. You never know who has you in their sights,” Bill chuckled darkly and you rolled your eyes.

“No one is attacking Carnivores, at least not at Cherryton. I’m fine, Bill,” you scoffed but he continued to walk with you until you reached your dormatory.

“Well this is me,” you said, obviously annoyed as you went to open the door of the building.

“Wait- uh, there’s something.... I need to ask you,” Bill said awkwardly. You had a feeling he was beating around the bush to ask for something, using the ‘walking you home’ excuse to look for an opening.

“Well? Spit it out, Bill, it’s already late.”

“I- um, I really felt like we.... had something.... today during rehearsal. Like a real connection and I was wondering.... Can I kiss you? Again, but forreal this time. No audience,” Bill gulped and to say your jaw was on the floor was an understatement.

You took a moment to assess the tiger. He was tall, good-looking as far as felines go, had a ridiculously strong build and was usually pretty charming with the ladies (as long as those ladies weren’t you.) He would easily be considered the total package, a great catch to anyone..... anyone except you.

“No.” You answered shutting the door behind you as you entered your dormitory.

#beastars #beastars bill x reader #beastars bill #bill x reader #bill

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trailerparkflower · 5 years

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Borderline personality disorder + Steve Harrington?...

So I was thinking about how Steve acts in relationships, researched dependency from the partner and then found a lot of info about BPD, wich made me think what many of the disorder symptoms are very fitting to Steve and explains some things in his behaviour. Lets starts, guys!

Promiscuity.

All his teen life Steve been slutting around probably too scared for serious relationships (because its better that way, no one will leave him if he leaves them first), all charming and needy and touch-starved, calming down his desire for attention and affection.

Unstable relationships/idealization of the partner, lack of boundares.

Then he settled in the realationships with Nancy (who are brave and smart and oh, so stable), which turned out pretty much unhealthy from both of the sides, and Steve became so depended on his her to the point of breaking up his bounds with everyone else( including his probably childhood best friend Tommy) except her and planning all his life to revolve around Nancy.

Fear of abandoment, frantic efforts to avoid being alone.

He fears what Nancy will abandon him so much what he becomes even more clingy and needy, while she gains even more control in relationships and becomes a “top dog” (from Joe words). In ST1 we also see how insecure and jealous Steve was to Jonathan, his dramatic reaction on John and Nacny hug, jumping in conclusions without any evidences. He even breaks Jonathan camera in the begining just out of his “insecurity” (again, based on Joe interview), fear what Nancy and Jonathan have better understanding of each other. In other words, he afraid what Nacny will leave him for someone else and he will stay alone again. Steve Harrington canonically has big abandoment issues, probably cased by neglecting parents.

Needing attention+validation

Idk if I even should comment it. We all know what King Steve persona was build for getting attention, admiration and validation from others, know how much time Steve spends on his looks and hair, how pleased he is when Tommy and Carol have all eyes on him. When he doesnt get compliments from Nancy, he pouts and praises himself on his own because he needs that.... “see, a ninja”; “make sure you wont forget this pretty face”, ect. You ask me, Steve has the biggest praise kink in all Hawkins.

Inability to regulate emotion, difficultes with anger controlling. Impulsivity.

Steve is one yelling bitch. He is a soft boy, but when he gets really upset and angry, he becomes mean and yelly and acts without thinking. He tears apart his own essay because Nancy couldnt help him with it, he pouts, storms of the rooms, screams at people.

Getting upset easily + habit of blocking out intense painful emotions.

If you ask Steve how he doing, he probably will smile and say “peachy!”. Not because everything is really peachy, but because Steve prefers to ignore his own problems and things what makes him sad and pretend what everything is perfectly alright. He asks Nancy go to the movie and “pretend everything is normal for a few hours.”, says what his parents totally gave him hell for drinking beer but “who cares, screw them” and changes the theme. Tommy screams “run away, Stevie boy, like you always do!”, wich suggest us what Steve has a tendentions to avoid confrontations and stressful situations. He once again says Nancy go to the party and pretend to be normal teens in ST2 when she voices her concerns, and we see what ignoring problems and pretending is Steves constant coping mechanism for stress fear and sadness.

Distorted self-image.

Steves sense of self also seems to be instable and based on how people around him see him, like with Tommy he was a school bad boy, with Nancy he became a good guy, with Dustin he became a total soft dork as we see in ST3 trailer. He is unsure about his own goals, he doesnt knows who he is and who he wants to be, like wich job he prefers and what he likes to do in his life generally. Tending to base his own self on his relationships with other people, he gets complitely lost in the end of ST2 when Nancy is no longer with him.

Self-harm, self-desctuctive behaviour. Self damaging acts as drinking, drugs, vandalism.

Steve smokes, drinks, gets into the fights he cant win. Stands near Tommy when he writes about Nancy the slut and Jonathan the creep, runs away from cops. I would even say what his fight with Jonathan was quite maschostic, because Steve rilled him up and then barely protected himself and almost didnt resisted when Jonathan pushed him to the ground and started to punch non stop. Tbh for me it seemed like if Steve was so upset what he wanted some physical pain to blur his emotional one.

Dissociation, "zoning out"

Sometimes if you pay enough attention, you see Steve standing/sitting here with blank empty face. Usually it happens in stressful events, when he has some free time by himself. He also gets slow time to time, like hes habing hard time to concentrate. Cant be sure, but its does seems like zoning out. Im think there was even some parody video where people noticed what Steve sometimes gets blank faced and slow in the middle of the talk.

Paranoidal ideas, anixety, nervousness

Oh, this one is easy. You honestly wont find another ST character who is so full of anixety. He is fidgety, he hugs himself in a self-defense manner, he makes himself look smaller than he is, he constantly has the deer in the highlights look on his face, he cant think and act straight when he meets the Upside Down monster first time, so Jonathan even has to grab his hand and yank him to run. We also see how Steve is afraid of the goverment in the ST2, I would say its paranoidal behaviour-its seems like he does think what they are constantly being watched. Says what they will destroy their lives and families and changes the theme what Nancy wants to discuss.

In ST1 he is also ridiculously scared what his parents, dad especially, will find out what he drunk some beer, he gets so scared of this idea what he even calls Nancy and asks not to mention that to the cops, says what his parents will “Murder him”.

In ST2 he is also pretty freaked out by Billy, in basketball scene when he is pushed down and Billy holds his hand you can see what Steve is trembling and looks like he is going to cry. Im not joking guys, just rewatch the scene....Poor guy just cant have a rest!

Presistent feelings of emptiness & guilt

“I'm sorry? What the hell am I sorry for?”

No matter is he guilty or not, if Steve having a conflict with someone, most of the times he will feel guilty and be sorry, as we see in the show. He wants to apologize to Jonathan for telling him means things, saying, “I just wanna be good, make things right”, buys him new camera (and giving it to Nancy, not presenting it to Jonathan himself.), cleans local theatre, he says sorry to Nancy, calls himself a jerk, a shitty boyfriend (wich is kinda downgrading himself), wanting to bring her roses and say how sorry he is again. Dustin also easily kind of guilt trips (”you promised to protect us”) him to protect the party in the tonnels, while Steve clearly was against the whole thing, and feeling really unwell after getting his ass beaten by Billy.

Learning disability/scool problems. BPD can make it difficult for them to control the focus of their attention, to concentrate.

Steve plays it cool and pretends unbothered, but he actually tries hard to learn stuff. Even in ST1 we see in his room, what his table is covered by various homework papers. Its been shown what Steve having a hard time with study, what he is eager to be useful but not the smartest guy around, from his really chaotic essay and getting C-, to the Nazis comment. Its seems like he has some learning disability and doesnt even knows about it himself.

Its also a known hinted fact what Steve doesnt have a good relationships with his parents, especially with strict father, he even calls him a “grade A asshole”. By their absence in the series, when we saw all the main character families, Steve remains all alone in big house, wich makes us think about how neglecting they are. The thing is, “people with BPD have been found to be significantly more likely to having been abused by parents.”

During development, Joe Keery and the Duffers spoke about “what kind of family life [Steve] comes from and maybe this girl Nancy is quiet and listens in a way that other people haven't listened to him at this point.”-wich is pretty fitting to the portrayal of “neglecting, denying the validity of childnren thoughts and feelings parents”-that type of the bad parenting what BPD people mostly experenced.

“Parents were also reported to have failed to provide needed protection and to have neglected their child's physical care”, what gaves us the possible reason of Steves constant anixety and running away from the problems issues.

So, while we dont know can it be canon or not, I would say what there is high possibilities what Steve has BPD.

#steve harrington #BPD #character meta #stranger things #long post #harringrove

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shippeh · 5 years

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conciteque replied to your post: Ship this abo coffee shop au is glorious tell us...

This is glorious but also I can’t help but wonder how you’re going to introduce your trademark angst in there…

kirishima’s really dumb and just,,,, can’t quite convince himself that the really cool well-dressed rough-edged manly alpha is actually goign out of his way to do anything for him so bakugou’s just like,,, well Fuck It, im Going Big, he plans a move that will leave Zero room for doubt because honestly this is taking up a lot of his free time and he’s spending too much money on coffee and courting gifts, so,,,

so he brings a thin box wrapped in black paper to the shop and gets to the counter but its the stupid pothead blond who is there instead,, ,kirishima’s on his break, man, i dunno, so Bakugou just says “FUCK” really loudly because he really did Have to Work himself up to this Big Move and kmarinaris liek ‘UH you want like a complaint card or-”

or what, bakugou doesnt know because he storms outta the building and just like crumples angrily into a bench outside, he even kicks a rock like he’s four years old and crosses his arms and the gift over his chest with a huff and then feels extra stupid because its Break, kirishima will be back, this is a very dumb alpha hissy fit he’s having right now, good thing it’s public courtesy that everybody wears scent blockers because he’d be souring the whole fucking street otherwise,,

then the doors slam open and there’s an audible movie-style skid as kirishima bursts out the door like ‘oh shit dude i heard u cussing are you okay’ and bakugou looks at him and its very poetic theres sun shining and the light glints off the spikes on his collar and hes very hard to look at so bakugou looks away and kirishimas like ‘aw man ur in a mood bro, well i got like 5 min or something on my break and honstly i draw in so many tips that they’d never fire me haha so-”

by the time he’s done talkin he’s already sitting next to bakugou on the bench and bakugou’s like ‘hnNNNNNnnnhh well at least there’s not a whole line of people watching this wild act im bout to do’ so he picks up the box and slams it over towards kirishima who takes it like :o oh huh and bakugou’s like “open it moron”

and kirishima tears the paper way too carefully for a rowdy boy and also too carefully for bakugou who has to stop the growl encroaching on his throat

but then he opens the box and hes like ‘hmmmmm how’d you know my shirt size’ and bakugou’s like ‘what?’ very thrown off and kirishima is pulling out the shirt better and unfolding it and kind of frowning because he doesnt get it and it’s too much to look at so Bakugou recrosses his arms and sternly looks away again

and then kirishima realizes what this used black shirt in his hands is because he can smell it and he’s like real soft ‘o-oh’ and then bakugou cant resist looking back at him and he’s just holding the fabric crumpled in fingers that shake and his eyes are wide and his pretty mouth is open and bakugous like

YEAH WELL in for a penny as they say,,, NO HALF MEASURES

so he swings himself off the bench and onto his knees in front of the omega and “oh, ow, fuck-” the asphalts real hot under his hands, here, ok, focus- at least kirishima’s staring at him, now, for sure, “i’m, uh-” ok he’s watched so many stupid clips about this whole courting thing and read so many guides but FUCK it SURE aint as easy as they make it right??? but then he meets kirishimas shocked eyes and ok ok suddenly its. a lot easier,,,

“I’m tryna to fucking court you,’ he says, ‘officially. for real. uh’

and kirishima looks at him and looks at the scented shirt and looks at him and is like ‘me???????????????’

and bakugou’s like ‘who the fuck else you dumbass’ and kiri laughs So Fucking Hard that suddenly bakugou’s taken aback like ‘ok uhohhhh’ but

kirishima sets the shirt back in the box and reaches his hand for bakugous, who offers his in turn, and kirishima slips by his hand entirely and grabs his wrist, holds tight and hauls him back up into the bench

and his touch lingers because bakugou’s sure as hell not able to let go

but eventually kirishima slides his hand back skin to skin and he’s blushing a perfect pink collar, his blush so pretty it almost washes out the red of his collar, and bakugou realizes with a sharp pain in his chest what kirishima’s just done and he slowly lists his hand over his mouth, pulls his palm and wrist up and breathes and breathes and

kirishima smells like coconut and salt, like a brilliant beach on a vacation day that never ends

and its a faint, barely there wrist gland scent that fades before bakugou’s ready for it to be gone but he’s been scented and theres no denying it

and then five minutes is up and kirishima’s scrambling to his feet holding the shirt to his chest like it’s the solution to every problem in the world and they are both

speechless

but kirishima has to go back to work, so he does, beucase he has to

and bakugou trembles outside the cafe because that worked????????????????? it worked? it worked???

coconut and fresh air

he laughs so fuckin hard that kids across the street stare at him

#conciteque #ABO COFFEESHOP AU #this. i got invested for a second there

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24hs · 7 years

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Until we meet again [ three words ]

summary: When Myoui Mina left, Hirai Momo is left broken. After almost a whole year of painful coping Mina decides to come back and Momo is about to break once again.

pairing: Mimo [ Sanha ]

words: 5800+

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“She is back.” Three words are enough for Momo’s heart to stop. She wants to play dumb, wants to ask Sana playfully who she meant, wants to forget. The memory of Myoui Mina keeps harassing her and throwing her back to the Momo she was after she was gone. The confused, depressed, broken Momo. A Momo she doesn’t want to be, but still is, no matter how strong she’s denying it.

Nayeon used to say that you can only know if you’re over something if you confront it. Momo would prefer not to. There’s no use in ripping old wounds up, especially when they haven’t even healed. Yet. Momo believes that they will. Some day.

But not with her being here.

“So?”, she answers, raising an eyebrow. Sana crunches her nose, obviously trying to keep a straight face. “How do you feel?” - “I’m actually hungry”, Momo hums, but she cant fool anyone with her shaking voice. She digs her nails deeper in her left arm. “You know what I mean.” Sana tries to catch her eye. “Do you want to leave the town for some time?” - “My life doesn’t revolve around her”, Momo finally snaps, her cool facade breaking.

At least it doesn’t anymore.

“So you won’t chicken out once she’s here?” - “I wasn’t the one who left in first place”, Momo breathes through gritted teeth. Sana stays silent, not noticing Momo didn’t answer the question. Momo does.

Something in her died the day Mina left. Nayeon says it was her spirit - Momo stayed in her room for two weeks, trying her best to comfort herself. She didn’t talk to anyone. Jeongyeon says it was her mind - Momo didn’t think about what was right and wrong for a long time. She made some decisions she can’t turn back. Momo thinks it was her heart. The hole in her chest digs deeper, gets more hollow with every passing day.

Without it, she doesn’t know what to feel.

Sana’s and her flat is weirdly quiet without her friends it. Momo sits in front of an untouched toast and cold coffee. Nayeon is at work, Jeongyeon in university, and Sana picks up Mina from the airport. Momo grabs her cup mechanically and sips. It tastes bitter. She can’t be angry with Sana for trying to forgive Mina. They have been best friends for years, after all. The three of them. Until Mina decided to go overseas alone. Decided to break up with Momo and to cut ties with Sana and everyone else.

Momo stands up and throws her toast away.

She drums her finger nails on the couch table’s material. Maybe it would have been a better idea to go to university today instead of skipping, but she probably wouldn’t have been able to concentrate, anyway.

Either way, it’s pure torture. The clock’s slow ticking is mocking her. Her fingertips are itching to rip off its pointers, but the silence would just swell up in her head. She hasn’t been this nervous since her former producer called after her for a meeting in his office. Just like then, she has a very bad feeling about this.

Momo doesn’t know how to react when she’s going to see Mina.

It’s been 348 days since she last saw her, but she remembers her perfectly well. A small mouth with well-formed, pink lips. Pretty, open eyes that shine in ethereal beauty when she laughs. Pale, pure skin that is sprinkled with moles like the sky is covered in stars. Momo still knows how her body feels. Smooth hands that used to slide up her upper body, soft lips that used to kiss her hands, neck, collarbones. She can feel the abs on her stomach and her warm thighs when she focuses.

Momo doesn’t want to remember how much she loved Mina.

When Momo hears a key unlocking the door her heart stands still. She swallows the urge to run away and stands up, just to fall onto her chair again. Her fingers are trembling and so are her legs, but she won’t give Mina the satisfaction of not being on the same eye level as her. Momo wants to keep the small rest of the pride that she has left.

“And this is our new flat, I think Momo stayed at home-”, Sana’s voice gets quieter as they enter the living room. Momo watches them, paralyzed, unable to do anything.

Because she sees her.

The first thing she notices is Mina’s different style. Her dark brown hair, that used to touch her lower back, is now blonde and short. The clothes she wore the last time Momo saw her - a tight, pink mini skirt and an as pink top - are changed to a black bomber jacket, a Levi’s shirt and ripped jeans with red converse shoes. She looks nothing like the girl who left to debut with a cute concept in Japan anymore.

Momo hates to admit that Mina looks fine as hell.

“Hi, Momo”, Sana smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes like it usually does. Suddenly it strikes Momo that all of this startles Sana, too, so she tries to make up her poor behavior as a friend by walking up to them and by taking her hand. Also, feeling Sana close to her makes her braver, somehow. She is finally able to look Mina in the eye.

Her heart starts racing.

It’s like seeing her for the first time again. Those eyes her right into them and capture her poor heart to never let it go again.

“Hey, Momo”, Mina breaths out and smiles cautiously. “Nice to see you again.” Momo swallows. The soft breeze that is Mina’s voice steals the very last piece of her sanity. “Hi, Mina”, she says, trying to sound as relaxed. She is sure she failed. “How did your career go?” Sana’s grip on her hand tightens. Mina’s smirk crumbles.

“Hah?”

“I asked how your career is going, since, you know, you’re here”, Momo pauses, “and not in Japan. Are you on vacation? Did your company give you some days off?”

They both know Mina is on hiatus right now, just like the whole media does. Her last comeback “LOVE, LOVE, LOVE” flopped drastically. Momo is sure her cruelty towards her ex-girlfriend only rose from all of her mixed feelings, but that doesn’t make it any less horrible. Momo can’t help but mock Mina, otherwise she would maybe go for . “Momo”, Sana’s voice is quiet, but firm. Momo stays silent and keeps gazing at Mina. She isn’t going to give in. Mina lowers her gaze and clears . “Sana, thanks for driving me, but I think I should get checked in my hotel now. Let’s meet later, though, okay?” She has switched from talking Korean to Japanese, what it makes fairly harder for Momo to understand since she hasn’t spoken it in years, and Momo is sure that Mina knows. She grits her teeth. If Myoui wants to play unfair, she can have unfair. She wasn’t going to give in.

“Do we really have to do this?” Momo glared out of the car window and tried to focus on the passing buildings to fade out the sickness in her stomach. “Let’s give her a chance”, Sana said, her gaze on the street. “Why? She doesn’t deserve one.” Momo swallows the bitter taste of being outvoted. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” Sana’s hands cling harder to the steering wheel. “Momo, please”, she slowly breathes out, “this is hard for me, too. She left all of us, not only you.”

Momo suppresses the urge to spit fire. She knows she’s acting like a child, but she just can’t believe that Sana - or anyone else - feels the way she does. She rests her head on the window glass. “She only arrived three hours ago but already managed to drive a wedge between us”, Momo whispers.

Sana stays silent. She keeps her straight face.

Momo can’t stand the tensed silence between the whole group. Nayeon plays with her straw in her glass, Jeongyeon has been clearing for the past three minutes, Jihyo holds an obvious acted relaxed pose. Dahyun drums her nails on the table, Chaeyoung glares out of the window, Tzuyu seems unusually small next to everyone. Sana blinks repeatedly, Momo doesn’t move, and Mina begins to speak.

“Everyone, I’m”, she smiles shyly and puts her bangs behind her ears - Momo’s heart drops -, “insanely grateful for you to sit here next to me, and for you giving me a second chance.” The silence rings in Momo’s ears until Jihyo breaks it.

“Mina”, she begins, “we are a family and family forgets.” She grabs Mina’s hand gently and squeezes it. “I think I speak for everyone when I say that we forgive you.” Mina’s smile shines brighter than the sun. “Can we get some Soju?”, Nayeon gesticulates towards the waitresses, grinning too. The others seem to loosen up as well, now chuckling and chattering. Only Momo isn’t at ease. She endures it until dinner’s coming to their table. Sana notices that she doesn’t talk - they’re holding hands under the table -, otherwise Momo wouldn’t have been able to sit quietly like this. She also feels the other one’s eyes on her - everyone’s besides Mina. They don’t speak about Mina’s career - or about her one year absence - at all.

It’s like she never left.

Momo manages to stand up quietly, even though she wants to knock the chair over and hammer at it. “Restroom”, she mutters, voice pressed, and hushes away before someone can stop her.

She stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Maybe it’s the sterile light, but she looks worse than ever. She only put some mascara on so she only sees her greasy skin and lifeless eyes. Momo splashes water on her cheeks and rubs it dry with paper towels, but she can’t wipe her former action’s dirt away. She wants to be a better person - the better person -, but it’s all erased when Mina is around her. She chokes on bitterness and bleeds wormwood.

When she hears steps towards the door Momo panics and sprints into the nearest cabin - just as the door to the restroom opens, hers closes.

“Momo?”

She flinches. It’s Mina’s voice. Mina calling, coming, caring for her.

Momo doesn’t dare to breathe. “Momo? Are you here?” Mina sounds unsure, hesitating, but it’s enough to be Momo’s last straw. She tears open the door and finds herself eye to eye to Mina. It takes her breathe away. She didn’t expect her to be this close. She isn’t prepared.

“What is it, Myoui?”

She takes satisfaction in sounding cold, but it vanishes when Mina smiles sadly. She feels bad again and wants to slap herself for being this harsh. If her friends want to give her a second chance, she has to try to. For their sake.

Definitely not for hers.

“Is”, Mina struggles with saying the heavy words lightly, “everything okay?” Momo manages to crack a smile. “Does it look like it?”

Mina looks like she’s being put in a mine field. “I don’t think I’m the right person to judge.”

“Well, you’re damn right, you’re not.”

Momo wants to get out out out, but Mina blocks - unintentionally? - the exit and Momo can’t slide past without touching her, and she thinks feeling Mina under her finger tips would be too much. Sadly, Mina takes Momo staying as an invitation to keep talking.

“Momo, I-”

“I’m seeing someone.”

She immediately regrets interrupting her. Not necessarily because it was impolite - hell, she crossed that line a long time ago -, but rather because she will never know what Mina was going to say. Now, she only has the shock in her eyes and the guilt in her own heart. “Oh.” Mina’s smile lacks the lukewarm heat it had before. “Who? If I may ask.” “It’s Sana.” Momo raises her chin. She may seem haughty but she can almost sensing her nerves bursting like glass. “Sana.” For some strange reason Mina looks - amused? “Yeah, Sana”, Momo says, feeling heat crawling up her neck. Why does Mina have this smug expression on her pretty, pretty face? “I’m madly in love with her.”

“Then why did Sana just tell me about her girlfriend - ah, what was her name - Jung Eunbi?”

Momo’s heart drops. . She knew she should have picked Tzuyu. Tzuyu can, unlike Sana, shut up for one second about her partner. “I don’t know why you’re so shocked. Maybe I’m in love with her, nevertheless. You wouldn’t know. You haven’t been here for one ing year.” She wanted to scream the last words at her, but they only come out as a hiss. “You’re angry”, Mina mutters, “and I understand why-” “No, you don’t”, Momo interrupts her once again, heated, “if you did, you wouldn’t have left.” The pain glimmers in Mina’s eyes and makes her lips tremble. “I never meant to hurt you. I really didn’t.” “You don’t get to say anything after what you did, Myoui", Momo growls, her anger reaching its peak of burning, “and there is nothing you can say to fix it.”

Mina stays silent. Momo breathes heavily.

The door knob is handled and Sana’s head is sticked out of it. “Guys? Everything alright?” She whispers, in Japanese, and pronouncing the hard consonants softly is so Sana-like Momo starts to loosen up almost immediately. Maybe also because she feels save again. Her anger is burned out, only ashes are left. “Actually”, she speaks up, “I’m not feeling well. I’m taking a cab home.”

Momo shoves Mina to the side - she makes sure not to touch her with her bare skin, rather she pushes her shoulder to Mina’s chest - and steps next to Sana still standing in the door. She looks over her shoulder. Mina reminds her of a puppy, sitting drenched in the soaring rain, waiting for someone to pick her up. Momo turns around. “See you later, Sana.” She was more of a cat type, anyway.

“We’re meeting up for dinner in half an hour”, Sana says, carefully applying mascara on her eyelashes. “Are you in?” “Depends”, Momo says, absent minded, acting like she’s reading the book in front of her. She can’t see the letters. “Mina comes too.” “Guess I’m out, then.” Sana’s shoulders, tensed from hope, now fall down. “Okay.” Her voice is quiet. Momo mechanically turns over a page. She hasn’t seen her best friends in a week. Ironically, this feels like the very beginning of her breakup with Mina - when she was hysterical and lonely and wanted to be alone. Just like then, she doesn’t get out much anymore. Mina has destroyed her life once and now she aims for her friends. “Sana?” Momo lifts her glare until she meets her eyes. “Hah?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I’m coming.”

Sana blinks - and then beams all over her face. Momo sends her a loop sided smile back. Even though she probably just ruined her evening, at least Sana’s happy.

“Momo! Hi!”

Momo awkwardly smiles at them and then quickly continues to squeeze into the seat between Dahyun and Nayeon. It’s a seat in which she can’t see Mina. “Good to see that you’re here again”, Jeongyeon grins and Nayeon ruffles her hair (to which Momo responded with kicking her under the table). “Had a cold but I’m all good now, don’t worry”, she waves it off, slowly catching her usual cool behavior. Momo is sure that everyone knows it’s a lie, but they’re all too polite to point it out. Except Mina. “Glad that you feel better, Momo”, she says. Momo can almost hear the sarcasm dripping from her honey-like voice. “Thanks”, she trills. “What do you guys wanna eat?” Momo had forgotten how mean Mina could get if she wants to. Of course, she doesn’t swear and tend to say things she doesn’t mean out of anger like Momo did - even in moments like that she holds her lady like image by shooting her arrows drenching in pure cynicism. Momo had forgotten that Mina learned that from all the arguments they had. Small arguments that grew from financial struggles and hard days, and the one, big argument. That led eventually into them splitting their ways and Mina going abroad after both of them yelling, crying, breaking.

The atmosphere is relaxed while they’re eating, and when Momo closes her eyes, she can blend out Mina’s presence.

She chews on her pizza with full cheeks and wipes her greasy fingers on her napkin afterwards. “How is it?” Sana glares at her food with envious eyes, completely ignoring her own dish. “Say ah”, Momo says, grabbing another slice and lifting it. She lets it hang over Sana’s open mouth - and then takes a bit herself when Sana tries to snap after it. “You’re too mean”, she pouts. Momo grins. “Love you too.” Chaeyoung chuckles, too. Momo was sure she would have done the same in her situation. Right now, Momo is insanely happy. She’s with her seven best friends she loves dearly. What could ruin this?

“Momo”, Mina suddenly speaks up, “would you like to watch an opera with me tomorrow?”

Right. She forgot. Mina could.

Usually, Momo really likes attention. When she was younger, she wanted to become a singer, after all. You can’t become a celebrity without enjoying being in the spotlight. But now, when eight pairs of eyes stare at her, she is highly uncomfortable. Momo can basically feel her friends’ shocked, stunned, sharp gazes and Mina’s stern one.

“Hah?”

It takes all of her strength to get the small sound over her shivering lips.“I asked whether you are free to spend some time at the theater with me.” Mina’s eyes shimmer with something Momo can’t identify. The obvious reference to their first meeting at Momo’s apartment is the only reason why she’s able to shove her shock aside and start talking.

“Myoui, what do you want from me?”, she says through gritted teeth. Her hands are curled up to fists. Their friends watch them, eyes wide open, like they’re playing Ping Pong with a bomb instead of a ball. In a weird way, they are.

“I thought that would have been cleared with the invitation”, Mina hums, her expression kind of smug, and it makes Momo’s blood boil. She jumps up from her chair. The other people in the restaurant turn around to their table and begin to whisper behind their hands. “Leave me alone, will you, Mina?”, she hisses. “I don’t ing get it. Isn’t it enough to-”, Break my heart, she thinks. “To leave? Do you need to humiliate me even now?” She doesn’t wait for Mina’s answer. She storms out of the restaurant - she hears Nayeon’s high heels clattering as she runs after her - and suddenly, she doesn’t care if the others want her to give Mina another chance.

She’s done.

She still wants to know why Mina asked her when she lays in Nayeon’s lap, long after the sun had risen.

Momo sits in front of a blank word document. Even though she has been preparing for a performing arts degree, she’s been slacking these days. Since Mina arrived, to be exact. The white noise in her head fits the white monitor. She’s supposed to write a term paper - “Various ways for one to express themselves artistically” -, but she can’t focus at all.

Becoming a theater director.

It’s her second, back up dream that wasn’t meant to come true.

But it did.

Thanks to Mina.

Momo shuts her computer down. She would start tomorrow.

“Hey, Mina”, Momo sits down besides her and rests her head on Mina’s shoulder. “Tell me about our debut.” Mina grabs Momo’s hand and smiles, eyes closed. “Even before we’re on stage, the crowds will already scream our names. We’ll wear clothes that are worth thousands of dollars, and when we sing we won’t be able to be heard because the fan chants will be too loud.” Momo closes her eyes, too, and even though she heard those words, those dreams a hundred times already, she still believes them. “We’re going to be together forever, aren’t we?”, she hums, not really expecting an answer, but Mina gives her one nonetheless. She kisses her softly on the forehead. “Until the end of time.”

Momo cleans her room to distract herself. She finds an old picture of Mina and her in their Trainee days under her bed. She was holding Mina in her arms, and they were beaming with red cheeks. Momo’s heart feels numb. She wonders if Mina was the first one to break the pose, but can’t remember. She rips the picture up and throws the pieces in the trash bin.

Momo is already half asleep when Mina enters their bedroom, but despite her sneaking Momo is fully awake when she lies down next to her. “Where were you?”, Momo whispers and snuggles closer to her. “Practicing”, Mina says, equally quiet. “Have you eaten?” - “Yeah. Don’t worry, Momo.” Mina’s voice sounds sleepy. “Good night”, Momo mutters, “Love you.” Mina doesn’t answer. Momo doesn’t know if she’s already asleep or not.

“Momo?”, Mina says, voice raised so Momo will hear her through her loud music. “Hah?”, Momo asks, stopping in one dance move, and takes off one ear bud. “What is it? Is it already time to go home?” Mina smiles, but it looks forced. “Kind of. The manager wants to talk to us.” Momo feels dirty in her sweaty, old sports clothing, but it’s not her fault she was called after during her dance class. They sit next to each other, both facing the empty desk chair, and wait in silence. Momo can’t shake the feeling of Mina already knowing what this is about off. “Good afternoon”, they immediately greet the manager when he enters the room. “Good afternoon, girls”, he mutters, sitting down and adjusting his paper work laying on the desk. Momo stares at his quickly moving hands. “You probably wonder why I asked you to come, so I won’t beat about the bush.” Right now, Momo only wonders why the manager only looks at her and ignores Mina blatantly.

“Ms. Hirai, I’m very sorry, but your debut is canceled. Irrevocable.”

“Why?” It’s only one word, but it comes out as a whimper. She isn’t crying, though, at least not yet. Her - former - manager clears his throat, but she interrupts him before he can start talking. “And- and what’s with Mina? Why are you telling only me?” She grabs Mina’s hand and clings to it like losing it would mean certain death. Mina doesn’t squeeze her hand back. Momo is too confused, too upset to notice. He tries to make eye contact with Mina, but she lowers her head. Momo watches her dropping tears unbelievably. The Mina she knows doesn’t cry, at least not in front of her, or anyone.

“Mina?”

“Ms. Myoui will debut as a soloist in Japan.”

Momo lets go of Mina’s hand.

Momo watches a video on her phone when Breaking News call her attention. “MMS Entertainment is now decisively bankrupt after struggling with financial issues for over one year. Every group and actors that formerly were under them are now either without a job or auditioning for another entertainments, such as the Japanese soloist Myoui Mina, who is officially on hiatus, but won’t make a comeback with MMS Entertainment anymore. It seems like MMS, once one of the best Entertainments for foreign idols, is over.” “Over, huh”, Momo thinks. She glares at Sana’s phone and grabs it, searching for Mina’s number. Her fingers fly over the keyboard and she sends the text before she’s able to think clearly.

“Ive changed my mind. I’ll go to the opera with you. -M”

When the phone buzzes only minutes later, it’s already in her hands again.

“Be ready at 8, I’ll come to your flat.”

Momo applies a layer of lipstick one last time when the door bell rings. She wipes away a lost eyelash on her cheek, stalks through her flat and opens the door. Momo thought she looks already pretty hot in her strapless, short dress but Mina looks even better. White lace on her slim arms and pretty chest and a tight black dress. Momo is glad she’s wearing her highest heels so Mina is still smaller than her. “Hi”, Mina smiles. Momo smiles back, but it’s way cooler than Mina’s. “Hey. Should we go?”

They enter Mina’s car - of course she has a car -, and then drive without talking. Momo doesn’t know where they are going to watch the opera, and honestly, she doesn’t really care. This isn’t what she’s here for, anyway. The silence throws her back to the last time where they sat together in a car with the air loaded from tension.

Momo stares at the road. Mina is, too, but she’s driving, after all. Momo is only dying.

“For how long did you know?”

“Since the time I came home late”, Mina answers, her voice casual, but the knuckles on the driving wheel are as white as snow.

”When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow.”

It’s a whisper and yet it feels like a knife in her back.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” Momo suddenly breaks and looks at Mina, the love of her live, now a mere stranger.

“What about ’we will be together no matter what’? What about ’I love you’?”

Momo’s voice turns louder with every word until she’s yelling. Mina is trembling, tears are in her eyes. Momo doesn’t feel empathy. “It’s not my fault, Momo”, Mina whispers, but Momo doesn’t listen.

“Not your fault that what? That the company is almost bankrupt, that the manager is ing you with his eyes whenever he sees-”

“It’s not my fault that I’m better than you.”

It’s the first time Mina gets loud since Momo knows her, but it’s not the volume that feels like a slap in her face. “Stop the car”, Momo breathes, “stop the ing car right now.” Mina jerks the driving wheel violently and before the car can fully come to a stand, Momo is already outside. She slams the door and goes away. “Momo! Hey!” She ignores Mina’s apologizing, desperate calls, and keeps walking until she starts running. She doesn’t hear Mina’s sobs, neither can she hear her ’I’m sorry’s and her ’I love you’s. Maybe the universe rewarded Mina for loving her career more than Momo. Maybe the universe punished Momo for loving Mina even more than dancing. Maybe the people who told her that professional and romantical relationships are not to be mixed were right, after all.

"What are we watching?”, Momo asks, but she isn’t really interested. “Die Liebe der Danae”, Mina hums, “do you know what it’s about?” Momo knows Mina didn’t intend to sound arrogant, but it still irritates her. Can’t Mina guess Momo doesn’t know? That she doesn’t have time to watch operas in her free time?

“Who doesn’t?”, she says, forgetting that Mina can recognize her lying perfectly well. “Of course”, Mina smiles, “but I feel like I lack some information about the plot. I will get me a brochure over there.” Momo is sure Mina knows that’s Momo is the only who reads it, but they both don’t say it out loud.

If Momo didn’t know what this is about, she wouldn’t have been able to guess. It’s not her style of singing, dancing, acting. “It’s brilliant, isn’t it?” Mina’s eyes sparkle, and she looks prettier than ever in the soft light. “I guess.” Mina turns her head around and looks Momo in the eye.

“Being critical, are we?”

“I’m not becoming a theater director for nothing, Myoui.” Mina blinks. “I didn’t know you are.”

“I’m at university. It’s my second semester.” It’s the longest conversation they had since Mina came back without a fight. Momo feels weird - she isn’t used to dealing with Mina this normally. Puzzled, she clears and glares at the stage again, but she doesn’t realize anything. Mina watches the play, too. She’s still smiling.

“It was really interesting, wasn’t it?” They casually walk down the street from the theater without a destination. Momo hums in agreement. “Not what I had in mind for my Saturday evening, but it was worth to give it a shot.” Mina gazes at her. “Some things just are worth to give a chance to.” Momo isn’t sure if they’re still talking about the opera. “Probably.” She stays vague, hoping Mina won’t have the courage to expand the act, but sadly, she gained it during her absence. “Momo”, she begins. The soft way she speaks her name still gives Momo’s goosebumps. “I’ve… never apologized to you for- for leaving. And I’ve realized that it probably made it way, way harder for you to heal. This is why I came back from Japan. I want to make things up with you.”

“Aren’t you just here because our- your company got bankrupt?”

Mina smiles sadly. “Oh. You’ve heard the news.” Momo stands still, forcing Mina to do as well. “I did. So?”, she breathes in, “are you only here because of your failing career?”

It doesn’t sound as brave, as ruthless as she intended to. The longer she stays with Mina, the more confused her heart gets and the softer her spite becomes. Being with Mina isn’t good for her.

It makes it impossible for Momo to hate her.

“I meant everything I just said”, Mina whispers, “and some of what you said is true. My entertainment didn’t renew my contract due to financial issues, but I already auditioned for another entertainment, 26 Entertainment.” Momo can’t help but widen her eyes. The Entertainment they auditioned for together before they became trainees, and the Entertainment that denied both of them. “I’m not sure if I’ll get in - it’s the biggest in Korea, after all -, but even if I don’t, I won’t give up, I already gave up enough in favor for my dream to stop now.”

“Are we one of those things you gave up?”, Momo asks, voice husky. She isn’t sure if she wants to know the answer. Mina lowers her gaze.

“Yes.”

Momo’s heart drops even though she predicted the answer. “I see”, she says, empty-hearted, not sure why she’s disappointed.

“Momo”, Mina’s voice breaks, and she grabs her wrist when Momo turns around, away from her. “I want you to know that I-”, she stops and starts once again. “I don’t except you to respond to me, or- to say anything at all, but-”, tears glimmer in her eyes and Momo’s throat swells up, “I love you, Momo. I’ve always did and I will never stop. And I know”, she closes her eyes and the tears roll down her cheeks, “that I’m being selfish right now, I’ve tried to not to be, but, , Momo, why is this so hard?”

Momo catches her desperate eye. Her guts are twisted. “I know I still mean something to you”, Mina whispers, sobs, cries, “I can feel it, Momo. I can see it in the way you look at me.”

Momo always had a bad temper. She talks without thinking, explodes like a volcano when she’s mad. But now she thinks before opening , and the realization hits her like a truck.

She can’t be with Mina.

Never.

She can’t be with someone who lives her dream, her true destination, her desire. She thought she loves Mina more than her career and Mina loves her career more than she loves her, but actually - ironically -, it’s exactly the opposite.

She has to let her go.

For both of theirs sake.

She gently pulls her wrist out of Mina’s handle and takes her hands in hers. They’re both trembling.

“Goodbye, Mina.”

Sana is sitting in the living room when Momo comes home. “Where were you?”, she asks. “I was out. With Mina.” The name tastes heavily on her tongue. “Where is she now?” Sana frowns. Momo closes her eyes. “She has left.”

Three words are enough for Momo’s world to turn upside down.

epilogue

“Have you already heard? About Mina?” Momo crumbles her script when two of her actresses mumble behind her back. She tries to ignore them and to focus on her writing, but of course it doesn’t work.

“Who?”

“Mina! Myoui Mina! You don’t know her? Shes the most popular idol in Japan right now!”

“Sorry. What’s with her?”

“There are rumors about her dating, can you believe that? Even though everyone knows she isn’t over her last relationship from years ago yet, as she said in multiple interviews. I hope everything goes well for her, she’s an great idol and-”

Momo stands up from her chair and the girls become quiet. “If you already learned your script, we can start, I assume?” The actresses change a look and then hastily bow in front of her. “We’re sorry, Ms. Hirai!”

Momo grunts and turns around again.

One girl nudges the other one. “Great, you irritated our director!” - “Hah? It’s not my fault!”

Momo doesn’t hear them. She stares at her phone. An unknown number just texted her.

“I’m back in town next week.”

And then, another one:

“Wanna meet up?”

Three words are enough for Momo’s heart to start beating again.

#twice #mimio #hirai momo #myoui mina #angst #writing #hmmmm idk how to feel

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Dreaming | Oneshot

Summary: I’m just looking at you, because in the morning, you’ll wake up as if nothing happened. | A followup to Bubbles. Word Count: 4,626 Genre: mahou!au, fantasy, angst, fluff Member: Lee “Dino” Chan TW: weapons, violence, death

A/N: no one can stop me.... i have mahou!au coursing through my veins……. also i cant believe i did this to chan on his birhday fdshjaghjr anyways… happy birthday to chan! i literally owe him my life, and words can’t express how much he’s done for me as an individual. though i know he’ll never acknowledge my existence, i’m so glad that i stan such a wonderful person like him. i’d give him the universe if he asked for it :’) once again, happy birthday to my one n only, lee chan <3

Good evening, citizens. Homes must be locked and all guardians must be at their posts. You are to make rounds until 5 A.M. When encountering a Nightmare, please utilize your team. Do not attempt to fight alone. Thank you, and sweet dreams.

Chan let out a sigh as he patrolled down the street, the announcement sounding like white noise to him. He twiddled with the ring on his pinky, gently tracing the grooves of the seal that was engraved into the metallic surface. He peered down an empty alley for the fifth time that night and sighed. Nothing. He was bored.

He twisted his ring, changing back into his regular clothing. He pulled out his communication device and decided to call the rest of the team, hoping they’d want to keep him company. Junhui, their trapper, was the first one he called. There was no response; he was likely asleep. Minghao, their offense, picked up, but immediately hung up when Chan said there was nothing wrong in particular. Soonyoung, their tank, actually picked up but only said a couple of words before hanging up.

Chan stuffed the device back into his sweater’s pocket and continued to walk down the street. There clearly wasn’t any threats, and he decided he’d have to let Seungcheol know once their patrol was over. With nothing better to do, he decided to blow bubbles.

It was a trick that he learned unintentionally while he was a trainee, and he was positive that he was the only guardian to know how to do it. Admittedly, it was a useless skill, but it kept him and his teammates entertained. He held his hand up to his face, forming a circle with his index finger and thumb. He blew through the hole, and bubbles magically floated from his fingers.

He began to hum, turning down an alleyway to check on the next street. As he began to approach the end of the alley, he felt the presence of another person. He knew for a fact that it wasn’t a Nightmare as they didn’t emit the same aura. Brushing it off, he resumed his bubble blowing.

The second he stepped out of the alley, a mallet was held in the air, inches away from the top of his head. He looked to the owner of the mallet to see the face of another guardian. He blew, a few bubbles floating from his fingers and dancing around you both. The guardian looked him up and down and scoffed, lowering their mallet.

“Hey, you. What do you think you're doing, messing around when you're supposed to be patrolling?”

Chan cocked his head to the side, a smile spreading on his face. “I mean, I don’t see any threats here. What's the problem?”

“What's the problem? The problem is you're not in uniform and that you're not even in your correct post,” they scolded, crossing their arms. “You or someone in your team can get hurt.”

“Loosen up a little, there’s literally nothing here,” he replied. “Either way, I’m pretty sure I’m in the right area.” Chan stuck his hand into his pocket, fishing out his communication device. He opened up his identification screen and held it out for them to read.

He watched as their eyes skimmed the screen of his device, their expression slowly dropping. “W-well, that has to be a mistake because my team is in charge of this sector,” they muttered. “And that also doesn't explain why you aren't in uniform. What if something were to happen and you weren't prepared?”

Chan was already getting bored of the interrogation, so he shrugged. “Oh well, I'll go find the rest of my team and let them know. Have a good night, then… what’s your name?”

“Y/N. I’m from Team Opalescent,” they replied flatly.

The second he heard their name, he felt something inside him ache. He took a quick glance at their face and slowly felt all his memories surging back into his head. There was no denying it. It was you. He suddenly felt dizzy, but he forced himself to keep his resolve.

“Cool, cool! I used to know someone named Y/N,” he mentioned, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’d remember too. “I’m Lee Chan from Team Seventeen. You can call me Dino! It was nice meeting you.” He did everything he could to muster up a smile, giving you a small wave. He turned around walked down the alleyway, resuming his bubble blowing.

Once he was sure you were out of his sight, he let out a breath that he didn't even realize he was holding. Past memories began to rush through his mind, and he shook his head profusely, wishing they’d all leave. With a sigh, he concluded that he’d tell Seungcheol to get them relocated. He didn’t need these unnecessary emotions, especially as a guardian.

“And you’re sure you said they had the exact same sector as you?” Seungcheol said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Chan nodded. “We’re the newer team so I think it’d make more sense for us to clear it up.”

Seungcheol let out a sigh. A request for relocation only meant more paperwork, but Chan was right. It was smarter for them to clear up the situation out of respect. “Alright then, go get the other guys. We need to turn in our reports, anyways.”

Chan obeyed, going through the rooms of the house to inform the others. Soon, all thirteen boys left the Guardian’s neighborhood and began to make their way back to the city. For a shorter route, one of them suggested cutting through the shopping district. Everyone agreed, not up to the long walk. As they went through the district, they stopped by a couple of stores to play around with the trinkets.

Chan slowed down as we walked by a store that sold team merchandise, smiling when he saw an employee hanging up mini-posters of Team Seventeen. His walk came to a full stop when he saw merchandise for Team Opalescent, a small child excitedly running up to their mother whilst holding a toy version of your mallet. He began to feel himself dissociating once again before he shook his head. He couldn’t get sidetracked. Not as a guardian.

As they approached the entrance, he marveled at his reflection on the exterior of the building and looked up at the public bulletin, the current screen showcasing the A-Class team ranking. His eyes ran up the list, studying the name of each team. He grinned upon seeing “NEW ENTRY: Team Seventeen” comfortably in 14th place. He continued to look up the list, his heart dropping a bit when he saw “Team Opalescent” sitting at 3rd place. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to look away from the image of your face being displayed next to your teammates.

He followed the other boys up the steps of the building, entering the lobby. After turning in their reports and getting passes, they crammed into the elevator and went up to the fourth floor to visit the council leader of their sector. They scanned their passes, waiting for the red light on the office door to turn green. A small beep sounded, followed by the door sliding open. Chan entered the office with confident steps, but he slowly felt himself moving to the back of the crowd when he saw who was already in the office: one of your teammates and you.

“Are we interrupting something, sir?” Seungcheol asked.

“No, you’re not, S.Coups,” the council leader said, facing the two groups in front of him. “Everyone, meet Yewon and Y/N of Team Opalescent. Y/N and Yewon, meet Team Seventeen. You will both be working together in patrolling Sector C.”

And with that, Chan almost fell to the floor. He opened his mouth, hoping to ask for a relocation, but it seemed that you opened your mouth first.

“I’m sorry council leader, but this is absolutely ridiculous,” you blurted, a fire glowing in your eyes. “Sector C has been void of Nightmares for ages. We don’t need any more guardians – no, any guardians at all in that area. Are you purposely depriving us of work?” Your voice rose as you continued to speak. “I joined the League of City Guardians in order to protect people, not to wander aimlessly in the streets for hours every night. Out of all the decisions that you have ever made, this has to be the worst.”

The entirety of Team Seventeen’s mouths dropped in disbelief. Chan quickly glanced at your team leader, who was staring daggers at you. The council leader shifted his gaze from his computer screen to you, his face unchanging. Chan noticed the change in your expression, your fiery gaze fizzling out. You seemed to get smaller as you took a careful step back, dropping to a deep bow.

“I apologize. I’ll excuse myself.”

Chan watched as you turned around, bolting out of the room. He made small eye contact with you as you took a quick glance back, and he felt his heart ache once more. The door slid shut behind you, and Chan tore his eyes away from the door back to the council leader. Your team leader apologized multiple times, bowing repeatedly. The council leader brushed her off and dismissed her, your leader leaving the room with her head hung in embarrassment.

Once the door was closed the council leader let out a long sigh through his nose. “It’s such a shame, really.”

“I’m sorry, sir?” Seungcheol asked, assuming that the council leader was addressing them.

“Y/N has great capabilities,” he rambled, turning to face is computer. “Their father was the first SS-Class guardian, you know?”

Chan suddenly became attentive, curious as to what the council leader had to say about you and your father.

“He was such an astounding fighter, and you don’t see that level of talent nowadays,” he continued. “It’s tragic that his ego lead him to fighting a Nightmare alone. Not to be blunt, but it was a fitting death.”

Chan watched as his teammates shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure as to how to react to the council leader’s harsh words. He felt his anger rising as the man continued to spew nonsense from his mouth. He clenched his teeth, trying his best to keep his mouth shut. However, what he heard next set him off.

“Now I see that his child is similar to himself. There’ll be no doubt that their narcissism will give them the same ending as their father,” the council leader concluded. “Anyways, what did you boys need?”

“I going to need for you to shut your mouth,” Chan hissed, immediately pushing through the crowd of boys to the front.

Soonyoung’s eyes widened, trying to pull Chan back. “Dino!”

Many other boys followed, holding their arms out and preventing Chan from wreaking havoc on the council leader.

“What gives you the right to say that when all you do is sit in an office while guardians like us roam the streets every night for your own damn protection!?” he seethed, trying to push through the crowd. “You may be a council leader, but that makes you no better than the Nightmare scum that we risk our lives fighting!”

“Dino,” Seungcheol said sternly, his glare making Chan shut his mouth in an instant. “Shut your mouth. Apologize.”

Chan scowled, looking at the council leader with disgust. “I take nothing back, you bitter pile of filth.”

He then pried himself free from the grasp of other members and walked in strides out of the room, ignoring his teammates calling him back. He didn’t stop to regret his words until after he had made it back to the team house and had locked himself in his room.

“Dino, we’re going on patrol,” Jeonghan’s muffled voice said from the other side of his door. Chan didn’t reply, only burying himself deeper into his sheets. “We can’t let you go on patrol as of right now. Seungcheol and Soonyoung are still upset, give them some time to think about what to do, okay?”

That’s fine, Chan thought to himself. I didn’t want to fight tonight anyways.

“I understand why you’d be so angry at what the council leader said, but that doesn’t condone your actions,” Jeonghan continued. “For now, just reflect on what you --”

Chimes resonated throughout the neighborhood, and Chan heard the sound of the boys transforming into their uniforms.

“Just… be good. Get some sleep, and we’ll be back soon.”

Chan waited for all the boys to leave until he unlocked his door, heading down to the kitchen to get the dinner that he decided to skip. As he reheated his meal, he sat at the dining table with his head in his hands, Jeonghan’s words ringing in his ears.

“You’ll never understand,” he whispered under his breath, tears beginning to sting eyes.

Chan had a grin plastered on his face as he sprinted down the street, an envelope in hand. He didn’t stop to catch his breath until he reached your porch, standing up straight and brushing his bangs out if his face. He dabbed the sweat away from his forehead with the sleeve of his blazer, using his free hand to knock on the door. He rocked back and forth on his feet, excited to tell you the news.

Minutes before, he had gotten mail. He immediately went through all the envelopes until he found his name, opening up the envelope with no hesitation. His eyes lit up as he read through the letter, and he knew you were the first person he had to tell. He had passed the examination, and was now able to transfer to a school in the city to become an official guardian trainee.

He played with the hem of his school uniform, both excited and nervous about your reaction. Would you be so happy for him that you’d give him a congratulatory kiss, or would you be so sad that he was leaving that you’d cling onto him and beg him not to go? Regardless of your reaction, Chan began to get impatient. What was taking you so long to answer the door? Were you mad that he hadn’t been spending a lot of time with you? He did let you know that he was going to put all his focus into passing the exams, and he did recall you giving him a peck on the cheek and telling him to do his best. His face lit up as the door opened, but it wasn’t you. It was your mother.

“Oh… hello!” he greeted awkwardly. “Is Y/N home?”

Your mother gave him an expression that made his heart sink. It was the exact expression that you had when you told him what happened to his father. He began to feel his breathing get heavier, afraid of what to hear next.

“Chan, Y/N ran away from home.”

“T-that’s a little ridiculous,” he said, forcing himself to chuckle. “I’m sure they’ll be back within a couple of --”

“Chan,” your mother repeated, her voice solemn. “They left. They wrote a letter telling me not to look for them.”

Chan’s head began to spin, his entire world crashing down around him. “W-what do you --”

“They wanted me to tell you that they loved you. That’s all.” Your mother then shut the door, leaving Chan alone on the porch.

Chan immediately fell to the ground, his grip on the acceptance letter tightening. Tears began to spill from his eyes and land onto the letter, the ink bleeding through the pages. He clutched his head, refusing to believe that you just left without letting him know. He began to hyperventilate, unanswered questions beginning to consume his mind. Why did you leave? Was it because of him? Was it because of your parents? Why didn’t you tell him? Did you not trust him?

He looked up and realized that he was no longer on your porch, but in the same alleyway where he ran into you the night before. He looked all around him, panicking as the street lamps began to shut off and the darkness inched closer. He whipped around to see a figure at the other end of the alleyway, and he immediately recognized who it was.

“Y/N!” he choked out, running towards you.

You slowly turned around and Chan fell backwards, shaking. He was wrong. Whoever -- no, whatever it was wasn’t you. Your eyes were soulless, the usual twinkle behind it gone. Your sunny smile was nonexistent, and you carried yourself with an air of power, of superiority, of malice. It scared him. It wasn’t you.

“G-get away from me,” he breathed, slowly inching backwards.

Chan tried to use his thumb to twist his ring, but the cool metallic surface wasn’t where it usually was. He checked his finger in disbelief, but the ring had disappeared from his pinky. When he looked back up, you loomed over him, your mallet held tightly in your hands. You stared at him with a gaze that sent chills straight to his bone.

“Y/N, please,” he croaked with desperation. “Stop.”

You held the mallet above your head, pure hatred dripping from your words.

“I will never love a pile of filth like you.”

Chan jolted upright, his body covered in cold sweat. He let out a shaky breath and held his head in disbelief. He had a nightmare. There was a Nightmare in the Guardian’s neighborhood. He slowly scanned his surroundings, his eyes widening at the destroyed furniture. He began to feel an ominous aura looming behind him and he leaped out of the dining chair, quickly twisting his ring to get into uniform. He summoned his staff and clutched it tightly, doing his best to steady his breathing.

He knew he was a healer, but he was going to have to be a tank if he was forced to fight alone. He cautiously inched about the kitchen, his eyes attentive to every subtle movement. All guardians are out for patrol, he thought. If I could just stall until the chimes ring --

Chan heard a hiss to his right and he whipped around, swinging his staff. The Nightmare dodged it and clawed at him, scratching his cheek. Chan leapt back, quickly healing his wound before sidestepping the next attack. He used the end of his staff to ram the Nightmare into the wall, piercing a hole through it’s pitch black body. He pushed the staff in deeper, hoping to end the Nightmare then and there, but he realized that the appearance began to alter.

The entity began to morph, a few features that were all too familiar appearing in front of him. He forced himself to look away from the face, but his gaze lowered to where his staff pierced through its stomach, blood seeping through the frilly uniform. Chan gagged, letting go of his staff. He staggered backwards, clutching onto the dining table for support.

Your body fell to the floor, your hands holding the staff lodged in your stomach. “C-Chan… you h-hurt me,” you whispered shakily, your head lowered. “Y-you’re supposed to protect me…”

“Y-Y/N?” Chan asked, taking a cautious step forward.

“I t-thought --” you stammered, slowly getting up, your grip still on his staff.

“Y/N, I’m sorry!” Chan rushed to help you up off the floor, but stopped when he realized what was happening.

You proceeded to rip the staff out of your stomach, looking at Chan with the same, blank eyes from his nightmare earlier. “I thought you loved me.”

You swung his staff, striking him in his face. Chan fell backwards, clutching his throbbing left eye. He channeled his healing to numb the pain, shaking the soulless stare from his mind. It’s not Y/N, he thought to himself, picking himself off the floor. He clenched his teeth, your radiant smile appearing in his head instead. That thing isn’t Y/N.

You swung once more, but Chan grabbed it with ease. He held his staff horizontally and slammed you into the wall. He quickly leaped back, darting out of the kitchen and running upstairs. He heard the hiss from the Nightmare as it followed closely behind him, slowly morphing out of disguise. Chan went straight into his room, adrenaline coursing through his veins. In one swift motion, he held his staff like a spear and jabbed it straight through where your heart would have been, a shriek resonating throughout the ransacked home.

He watched as the emotionless eyes of the nightmare slowly morphed into yours, pained and pleading. His grip tightened on his staff as he dug it deeper, his resolve not faltering. He wasn’t going to fall for it again. He watched as your figure slowly sank to the floor, shifting back to a nightmare, and slowly to a gemstone. He let out a long breath, leaning over to pick it up. It was an opal.

With careful hands, he placed it into one of the empty gem sockets on his staff, pressing it in until he heard a slight click. He then trudged to the corner of the room, setting his staff against the wall. He took a seat beside it and leaned his head back, now focusing all his energy into healing his black eye. Out of impulse, he formed a circle with his index finger and thumb, holding his hand up to his face. He blew, letting the bubbles float from his fingers and roam about. He felt exhaustion begin to overcome him when he heard gentle footsteps enter the room. He heard a light gasp and the footsteps neared.

“Oh my god, Chan? Are you okay?”

His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head slightly to look at you, the real you. He felt relief wash over him and he lowered his hand, your eyes widening at his black eye.

“Do I look okay?” he joked, a smile spreading on his face.

“How are you smiling when all of this is happening?” you asked, your hand reaching up to gently touch his injury. Your touch was warm, and it was honestly better than the healing he could do for himself. But he didn’t say that out loud. “I-I can get help. Jihyun’s my team’s healer, I can call her and she can –”

“I’m a healer, too,” he said, reaching up to touch your hand. He noticed you stiffen and you tried to pull your hand back, but he held onto your hand as if his life depended on it. “I’m fine.”

“L-let go. I need to go get help, there might be more –”

“Stay here,” he murmured, his eyes showing desperation. “Please. Stay here.”

You chewed on your lip, but you complied. You took a seat beside him, and he shifted his position so that his head was in your lap. He looked up at your face, and you avoided his gaze.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” you asked quietly.

“Because,” he said, chuckling weakly. “I defended you.”

“What?”

“After you yelled at the council leader and Yewon left, he started to talk about you. Not in a good way. Mentioned your dad and how you were a disappointment. So I defended you,” he mumbled.

“O-oh,” you said.

Chan began to tense up. Was he being too forward? He looked away from your, staring at the bubbles that were still gently dancing about the room.

“Wait a second, how do you know my dad?”

“Everyone knows your dad,” he mused. He then let out a sigh, shutting his eyes. “But I knew him better. I guess you really don’t remember, huh?”

“What don’t I remember?”

Chan didn’t reply, he pretended to have fallen asleep. You let out a sigh of frustration, your eyebrows furrowing in thought. You began to nod off, initially forcing yourself to wake up. Eventually, you let sleep overcome you, and Chan finally turned back to look at your sleeping face. He let out a sigh. Of course you didn’t remember him. Why would you want to? Did you hate him? Were you trying to block out any memories of your dad?

It pained him not knowing why you ran away, but to see you in pain was worse. He lifted up his hand to cup your cheek, channeling his energy. He didn’t know if it would even work, but it was worth a shot. He gently brushed his thumb against your cheek, smiling to himself as you subconsciously leaned into his touch. He whispered a small “I love you” under his breath as he did everything he could to heal your broken heart.

Chan slowly opened his eyes and came to the realization that what happened the night before wasn’t a dream or a nightmare. He blinked repeatedly, noticing that his black eye was gone. He figured that he ended up healing himself instead of you. Chan let out a sigh as he heard the chimes and the usual announcement ring about the empty neighborhood.

Good morning, citizens. You are now free to leave your homes. Guardians must be out of uniform and reports must be sent to the council no later than 12 P.M. Thank you for your hard work, guardians.

Chan looked back at you and realized that you were now awake. You stared at him, expressionless and he stiffened, his mind trailing back to the Nightmare. What happened next was almost in slow motion. You bent down to place a light kiss on his lips. When you sat back up, you realized what you had done and your cheeks immediately became flushed. Chan felt his heart flutter. It worked.

A cocky grin began to spread on his face, along with a light tinge of pink. “So you do remember, huh?”

“I-I guess I do,” you stammered, touching your lips.

He figured it was better to just ask than to let the thought consume him. Mustering all his courage, he asked you the question that had been haunting him since the day you left. “Are you ever going to tell me why you ran away from home?”

“I-it’s because of my mom. After what happened to my dad, she didn’t want me becoming a guardian.”

“So you ran to the city and became one anyways?”

You lowered your head and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.”

“You could have at least told me, your loving boyfriend, where you were going,” he pouted, sitting up beside you. “But you’re A-Class. That’s cool.”

“So are you, dingus,” you joked, leaning on his shoulder. “By the way, Chan?”

He leaned his head atop yours. “What?”

“Teach me how to blow bubbles.”

Chan let out a chuckle as he took your hand into his. “In your dreams.”

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #lee chan #dino #im rly glad 'bubbles' got a good response... here's a part 2 kind of #i hope u like #dabs gently

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