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TWICE x Reader: “Doughnut”- PART 5

This one-shot will be more different than the others because I tried out a new writing style and introduced a format change. Since I began this series from the third person point of view, I had to continue and end it in the same way, so we'll also return there for a time. Just wanted to let yall know too that the previous Momo x Reader one-shot, "Silent Peach," exceeded Mina x Reader's "The Other Side" one-shot in terms of Tumblr post reactions!

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Previously on "Doughnut" PART 4

“Anyways, uhh Tzuyu called me earlier.", she said. She took a seat on the couch which you did the same to make yourself comfortable.

"What did she say?"

"Just some update about you and even me. That was our first conversation we had since 2 years so we needed it.", she said, making you understand.

"Told her that you also want to talk to her, and she gladly accepted. And I knew it."

"What do you mean?", you once again asked her confusedly.

"I won't say it, but trust me... after what I heard, you'll feel bad for her very much. So please, let her explain herself and listen to her without holding grudges in your heart.", she pleaded for you.

"I won't. That's all I needed, anyways.", you said, shaking your head, making a vow to Chaeyoung that she believed and accepted. She doesn't want to know that her two best friends had reconnected only to have a major fight. She wanted this conversation to be smooth and uncomplicated this time, ignoring what had happened in the past and enlighten what really was behind of it.

You sighed and looked around Chaeyoung's house while having the image of the woman you'll be meeting next after a long time.

"Well then, tell Tzuyu I'll meet her. Name the place and time."

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Right now, you're waiting for someone outside your house. You even had the opportunity to say hello to Mina, your neighbor and childhood friend, when she stepped outside to walk her dog Ray. She sent you off with well wishes after hearing that you were waiting for a ride, and you know she's probably wondering why you need one when you have a car of your own. However, the real reason is that you just feel like going to work today and want to give your car a "break." Because of it, Mina even made fun of you for being a "caring" owner, which made the two of you laugh. Now it has been 30 minutes since you started standing like a lightpost in front of your residence, the time has finally come for some black car to arrive and stop in front of you.

???: "So you're the one, Ms. Chou is talking about?", the unknown man asked you after he rolled the window of his car down. You heard that he mentioned the surname of Tzuyu so immediately guessed that he's Tzuyu's personal driver.

You: "Yes, I'm YN/LN."

"Kwon Soobin. Ms. Chou's butler. Hop in, sir.", He motioned for you to get in the car, which you did. A little while later, he restarted the engine and drove the two of you to Tzuyu's house.

After traversing and turning through a few streets and highways, you and Mr. Kwon have arrived. You two had just entered a large black gate that displayed a magnificent mansion surrounded by a lush landscape.

Mr. Kwon stopped the car in front of the mansion.

Mr. Kwon: "We're now here, sir."

YN: "Thank you." We both hopped off the car and now we are standing right in front of the main  entrance.

YN: "Uhh, should I... go in?" You spoke while appearing disturbed and a little tight because your mind was starting to wander, which was keeping you from doing what you needed to do next.

Mr. Kwon: "Oh, it appears that Ms. Chou isn't inside," he stated as he began to scan the interior of the home with his head cocked back and forth in search of Tzuyu.

Mr. Kwon: "Come, stay in the living room while I call her." You followed his command and both of you started to step inside and walk through the hallway with such a clean surface of the floor, colorful painted wall with some picture frames containing mostly paintings.

You reached what it seems to be the dining room and then took a seat at the fine black leather covered huge couch in front of you as Mr. Kwon remains standing and looked around more.

Mr. Kwon: "Ms. Chou! Your visitor has just arrived! He yelled throughout the area. You two suddenly heard a girlish voice coming from upstairs as it swiftly reacted to Mr. Kwon's shout of search.

Tzuyu: "I'll come in a second, thanks Mr. Kwon!" Her voice still gives these tangled and messy feeling cursing through your nerves. It still sure feels unreal having her presence again after being gone for 2 years after she left you alone, giving you the most painful experience in a relationship out of all the girls you'd love before.

Mr. Kwon: "With all pleasure, Ms. Chou." He took it as a note in his mind. He still stood silently and both of us waited for this woman I'm scheduled to meet today with.

A little while afterwards, Tzuyu headed downstairs. She is dressed in a pink dress that accentuates her body's hourglass shape nicely. She stares at you, the person who is only observing her, with a mixture of emotions on your face.

Mr. Kwon: "Should I prepare a lunch for the two of you, Miss?". he asked Tzuyu who just had her final step downstairs.

Tzuyu: “Ye-” Before she was about to speak, you interrupted her.

YN: "It's fine. I already ate. A glass of juice will be fine already." You said with a small smile as you looked to Mr. Kwon.

Tzuyu: "You heard him, mister. I'll take it too." She then pointed you with her thumb.

Mr. Kwon: "Alright, I'll be heading to the kitchen." He bowed to Tzuyu before walking to the kitchen and leaving the two of us alone here in the living room. The first moment you had being together since years ago.

Tzuyu: "YN... you came." She said with all of her courage as she went a bit closer near to you and stood up inches away from your side.

YN: "Yeah. We needed this anyways." I looked at her with my half forced smile.

Tzuyu: "Again, thanks for accepting my invitation. I was not expecting you will but... I'm glad I made you to do it.", She murmured as she stroked her right arm to help her feel less anxious.

She couldn't help but smile broadly when she finally had the chance to do this after receiving a call from Chaeyoung informing her that you would allow her to speak this time.

YN: "And I hope I won't regret it. I came here, hoping I'm not wasting my time here... so you better be." Your tone became serious as you said all of those to Tzuyu with still your straight face. Tzuyu then became alarmed.

Tzuyu: "I promise, you won't." She stated. She was secretly hoping that what you're going to hear wouldn't convince you to reconsider coming here. She is aware that what she did was difficult to accept and forgive, but right now, all she really wants is for you to comprehend.

A short while later, Mr. Kwon reappears holding two glasses and an orange juice jug. As we started to take some glass to relieve our thirst, we turned to face him with appreciative eyes.

Mr. Kwon: "Enjoy your drinks."

Tzuyu: "Thanks, Mr. Kwon."

Mr. Kwon: "Now go take your time together, I'll be going outside." Mr. Kwon heads outside, leaving the two of you to start their long awaited conversation. You took a sip of the juice first and taste it's sweetness before finally able to start talking.

YN: "Chaeyoung told me I should listen to you, about your reason... which I didn't heard from you completely since you left me." You said to her. Still the sharpness and the small grunts between those words remains whenever you speak about it.  Every time you recalled the event that altered the bond and level of intimacy between the two of you, it caused Tzuyu to observe that you are still maintaining this boiling blood more.

YN: "I didn't want to let you, actually, because the anger and pain I feel whenever I hear your name that brings back what you did to me that night still remains on me." You finally mentioned what Tzuyu is observing from you, making it wrech her heart slightly since she's literally hearing it from you time.

YN:  “Now we're here alone, i'm giving you the freedom to say all what you want for me to understand. And don't worry, I promised to Chaeyoung that I will control myself.” You said, patting your middle chest as your way to point out yourself to her.

Tzuyu: "O-okay..."

YN: "So tell me with all honesty, what really happened that night? Did you really do it?" You prepared to listen intently to this beautiful tall woman with brown hair who was once yours by crossing your arms and leaning back on the couch. Tzuyu chose to sit on the opposite side from you because she could sense your anticipation as you stared at her.

Tzuyu: "I didn't cheated on you, YN. I-it was my parents who made me look like I did it." She slightly avoided your gaze and tilted her head sideways as she said that next sentence.

YN: "Wait, what? How could they do that? You asked her in disbelief, immediately made you furrow your eyebrows and squint your eyes at her in confusion.

YN: "There's no way. Th- they... But, they are- they approve about us-wait what's going on? Tzuyu?"You spoke while making certain gestures that made it clear how astonished and perplexed you were by what Tzuyu had told you. You were simply tapping your forehead or rubbing your temple while gazing in every other direction. Tzuyu: "It was just an act, YN. We thought they support our relationship but I found out that no. They didn't at all." She said,shaking her head as her tone goes lower and lower, showing a glimpse of how much that revelation affected her painfully.

Tzuyu: "It hurts me when they can just say it all too easy that they were just pretending to make me happy even though they only made it worse." She said, her starting to have some cracks. She heaved a huge sigh after.

YN: T-then what did they do? You asked her curiously. You haven't even noticing to yourself that after you listened to her so far, your fists are clenching hard and your teeths are slightly grinding at each other. Then suddenly the image of that moment where you first entered Tzuyu's house and met her parents with all smiles but mixed with nervouness appeared in your mind.

You just can't believed not only did they fooled Tzuyu at that night, but you too.

Tzuyu: “They just unfolded the masks they're wearing that time to me one day. I was in all confusion that time, it's like they're not my parents I'm talking with.” She said as she started to get some flashbacks when she remembered how they said it to her in an instant that they were actually against you for their daughter while she's just staring at them in disbelief, shock and pain.

Tzuyu: "They went straight talked to me about this... plan of theirs for our business, saying that they set me for an arranged marriage."

YN: "Huh?" You looked at her even more intently as you slowly moved yourself away from leaning at the back of the couch to sit and place your both arm on the top of your knees.

Tzuyu: "It was their strategy to built a stronger bond and more successful future between the companies my family and the other one they're friends with. I said no, ofcourse." She said as she even managed to let out a small smile beforr quickly faded away when she looked at you after. Your heart became touched when you learned that Tzuyu somehow tried to be against their will and prefer each other's true love for each other.

Tzuyu: "I can't let that happen when I'm literally in love with you back then. And the way how I look at my parents who are loving, caring and supportive to me all changed in a snap when they said no and even threatened both of us that they will ruin our lives with their power." She said while staring at the expensive purple colored carpet laid beneath her. She remembers how it looked they just compleely changed personality in front of her that up to this day, the parents she once knew never came back then. Her father was pointing at her with all strictness while threatening her aboit you with his deep menacing voice.

YN: "So... what did you do? You said yes?"

Tzuyu: "I'm sorry. I didn't want it at all, I have no other choice YN. I was afraid." She started to get choked in her shsky breaths as the streams of tears finally started to get out of her eyes. You felt sorry instead of being angry about her decision because you can clearly see in her eyes how much she was forced to do what she thinks is not good to follow at all.

Tzuyu: "I can't go with you being miserable. I don't want to be a burden with you." She shook her head while having this crying expression in her face. You gulped hardly as the emotions are starting to get you too.

YN: "What are you saying, Tzu? I was your boyfriend, you know I should do everything for my woman and that's my part." You said to her while she's crying. Your voice is trembling even more.

YN: "You will never gonna be like that to me because every thing I'll do for you will always gonna be worth it because... I'm doing it for the one I love. It's simple as that." You managed to show some softness in your voice as you also started to release the first set of your teardrops flowing down to your cheeks.

YN: "But I can't blame you. You needed to maintain the precious life your family was giving to you. Who am I to reject it too, I was only loving you... but they're the one who raised you. You heaved a sigh.

YN: "So what happened next?"

Tzuyu: "After I accept, they were about happy about it. Ofcourse, they don't care if I'm against it, they were just thinking about their selves after all. I met the son of the family they're friends with, where they set me up to be his girlfriend and future wife.” Although she was hesitant to tell you about her first meeting with the man who would become her fiancé because she feared it would offend you further, she had to do it for the sake of the truth. As for you, your heart is suddenly filled with the bittersweet emotion she had imagined. Her thoughts had come true. When Tzuyu mentioned that she fought for the two of you, your heart grew fonder. However, as soon as she revealed that her controlling parents helped her find the "selected and rightful" lover to be with, your heart began to weaken.

Tzuyu: "That's the start where I stopped meeting you because they won't let me anymore... but still, myself who's deeply in love with you still tried to go and say goodbye to you, only for me to end up failing over and over again until they completely had enough of it. I just realized that the more I keep fighting for us, the more I spread us away from each other." She recalled how her mother had smacked her in the face when she had tried to contact you and your pals via her phone in order to learn more about you. Unfortunately, you damaged your phone number at the time and had to replace it when you were devastated to learn that she had moved to the United States with her reported boyfriend.

After that, her father took her phone and deleted all of the contacts with the people Tzuyu had grown close to, including you.

Tzuyu: "We moved to States, along with my fiancé's family. That's the time I finally lost every special person in my life. They started their goal for the company and us, even though I know they're just doing it for the business. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you as what everyone say." Tzuyu recalled the periods when she had to attend every gathering or meeting to discuss a variety of issues related to the future of their business and her position within the company once the marriage had eventually been finalized. Every time she was in those situations, she was itching to plug her ears so she wouldn't have to listen to any of the nonsense or meaningless stuff they said.

Tzuyu: "Even if I'm away back then and when were not together, I still manage to try link us back together where I want to immerse myself in the afterglow of our memories." Before that cruel end you two faced and met that shattered everything for the two of you, you two gazed at each other and then began to reminisce all of the wonderful memories you two had made just for each other. You felt a little bit relieved about it.

Tzuyu: " Then I tried to think of ways to stop this madness I'm living in and reconnect with you again, so I thought of some plans to do so."

YN: "How did you made it back here in Korea?"

Tzuyu: Because of my fiancé, Taehyung. But don't get it wrong, he helped me because we both share the same opinion and plans about what our families doing. You raised your eyebrow at that.

Tzuyu: "I learned that he's not even interested at all too and he doesn't like me because he has someone else with him, but just like me... he had to let him go to protect him."

YN: "Him?" You confusedly asked.

Tzuyu: "Well, Taehyung is actually gay and he has a boyfriend named Jungkook that's why." You formed an "o" shape with that info. Tzuyu relates to your reaction but hers was even more shocking as she gasped when Taehyung said that to her during their conversation. He even showed a picture of them together to show how much he's proud and love him so much while he's introducing Jungkook to her.

YN: "Where is he now? Are you two still close?"

Tzuyu: "Yup, he's living with him as of now. He sometimes visit here to check on me which I do the same."

YN: "Oh okay." With that, your thoughts and impressions about Tzuyu's fiancé who turned out to be her friend Taehyung suddenly changed in a snap. Instead of being irritated and fuming with anger, you even wanted to thank him for helping and supporting Tzuyu about going away from her family whom at once, she looked up into.

YN: "What about your each other's parents?"

Tzuyu: "We have no other option but to finally choose the right thing to do, which is to end our connections with them. They're still arrogant and selfish, and we're tired of dealing with it so with the combined courage of me and Taehyung, we decided to leave them and finally focus on each other's interest again." She recalled the commotion that ensued when she and Taehyung clashed with their families, who were furious with them for trying to terminate their agreements and quit the company permanently.

Tzuyu: "And that leads me back to you, YN. Because I still love you till this day. And right now, at this very moment... I take this opportunity to say the only words I could give for you after everything we've been through. I'm sorry. For everything.” Her whole body is trembling as the tears started to overflow again in her reddish eyes.

Tzuyu: "I hope you can forgive me. I did my best to convince you with the truth you've been wanting to know so please, believe me." You two fell into a silent space. You didn't need to repeat everything Tzuyu said to your mind just to process what you heard from her. You completely understood all and... it was all clear and reasonable. It satisfied you. The longing of seeing and searching for the truth well for you, it finally paid off.

So with that said, you must give her what she deserves after taking this chance bravely just to end your nightmares once and for all.

You stood up and Tzuyu got surprised and shocked when she felt the couch sinked more due to the increased weight. Now you were sitting beside her and without any further breaks, you grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards you to cuddle. She even lets out a loud sobs in your shoulder as you started to get teared up too.

YN: "I forgive you, Tzu." You breathily said to her. Tzuyu's cries became quite mixed with joy and success when she heard that.

YN: "And I'm sorry too. I should've remained fighting for the two of us back, even if I join and suffer with you. I instead chose to be completely blinded by the lies I received from everyone. Such a shame for me to realize that I was the one who actually let go instead of you, now knowing that after all this time you're still attached to me and I don't. I wasn't the only victim here at all." You said as  you couldn't imagine the additional suffering and deprivation that Tzuyu had to go through in order to reconnect with you and return to your arms, while you, on the other hand, were able to leave her without much thought after being quickly tricked and manipulated by the lies her parents told. You did this because you believed that she had done the same thing through the "cheating" revelation even though, in reality, she had not been caught.

YN: "God, I feel so angry with myself." You started to pull your hair in frustration, but Tzuyu took your hand away and put it back within hers to prevent you from injuring yourself. Your hold on her body tightened, but she didn't feel any pain from it; only safe and securedness.  "I... I thought of you wrong, Tzuyu. I really do. I just let myself blinded by the lies completely and not remained my focus at our love for each other. You know, if I didn't, I could've done everything to find and save you. So, Tzuyu... do you forgive me too?"You asked her to receive the same thing you wanted to know from her after the own fault you shared to her which you were clueless that you don't even need to do those all along.

Tzuyu: "Y-yes... Yes, I do YN." You felt her head move as she nodded. "I m-missed you so much, YN. T-thank you. You don't know how much I needed this so bad... to be with you again." She said in between sobs that despite her tears getting your clothing wet and stained, you continued to soothe her despite this. After, you gave a sweet smile.

YN: "Same, Tzuyu. Welcome back. I missed you, too."Both of you took a moment to savor each other's warm embrace, something you hadn't had in a while, and then you two became silent. Tzuyu quietly freed herself from your arms, satisfied.

Tzuyu: "Sorry if I was hugging you too long." She said, embarrassed.

YN: "Aish, Tzuyu. No need to apologize for that. I'm not complaining at all." Tzuyu shivered at your gestures as you reached into your pocket for a handkerchief and gently cleaned her tear-stained face.

YN: "This closure of us today made us feel really good, isn't it? Our problems that's been haunting our minds for 2 years has finally swept away because of this moment." You said as you keep on erasing all the wetness in her face to slowly regain her fixed look after being ruined by her sobs.

Tzuyu: "And we should thank Chaeyoung really bad for this. She's the one who actually made us link back together." She said, both of you went to chuckle.

YN: "Well, Chaeyoung is our loyal friend. She said she doesn't want this mess to last longer so... yeah. She really did made me want to talk to you." You shrugged.

Tzuyu: "By the way, about what I heard about Chae... are you okay? For sure, your breakup with-"

As soon as you realized she had brought up that subject as your next topic together, you stopped her. You interrupted her and gave her the honest answer to her inquiry since you didn't want to talk about it any longer.

YN: “We're all good now, Tzu. She's with someone else she thinks who's better than me and I'm happy for her.” You gave her a small smile. "Although the way how she ended our relationship still breaks my heart until now. ", and your grin changed into a fake one as you said that.

Tzuyu: "I'm sorry to hear that, YN. But I'm glad you're doing your best to move on.", she gave you a cheerful and sweet smile, expanding her fluffy pinkish cheeks. You appreciated her kind words. "So... uhh, do you mind if we go for a house trip?"

YN: "Oh sure, no problem.", then both of you stood up from the couch and started walking around to roam the insides of Tzuyu's humble abode. "Your place is great by the way. Did you bought these?"

Tzuyu: "Yup but Taehyung contributed a bit. Part of his help which I can't decline anymore cause he hated it.", you let out an "oh".

YN: "How much is this?", you said as you looked upwards to the huge ceiling of the lobby where a long curvy staircase that leads to the second floor  placed beside.

Tzuyu: "Why? You're gonna buy it?", she joked , scoffing and smirking at you.

YN: "Yah, you really think I'm rich as you?", you chuckled, which earned a laughter coming from her. "Hell nah, I own a doughnut shop as a business yet still I can't afford to improve it.", you scratched your nape.

Tzuyu: "I can help you if you want?", she glanced sidewards at you.

YN: "No, it's fine. Keep it to yourself. Use it to something important to you.", you shyly declined, feeling embarassed that you are just gonna make her spend money for you which you don't even know if you can repay it back.

Tzuyu: "That's why I'm offering it to you. You're important to me, YN.", she looked at you straight in the eye. It caught your attention because of how bright and sparkling its black orbs were as they stared at you as though trying to captivate and draw you into the black hole. She was pouting at you as well, which made her even cuter.

YN: "Well that's sweet. But, are you really sure about this?", you worriedly asked her.

Tzuyu: "Mmhhmm. I only need an answer.", she nodded as she is still looking at you seriously, waiting for what she wanted to hear.

YN: "Okay, then it's a yes.", you sighed.

Tzuyu: "Good, just tell me whenever you need it.", she grinned brightly at you which you did the same and you nodded. You were feeling thankful for Tzuyu at this blessing. "By the way, we bought this for around 1.30 billion won."

YN: "Wow.", you gasped.

Tzuyu: "So, let's start. Well, here's my-",and the two of you immediately began touring the house. Tzuyu gave you a tour of all the rooms and spaces in this building. With each of these, there is no longer anything to say save "expensive, spectacular, orderly, and fashionable.

Tzuyu: "And lastly, this is my garden.", she opened the glass slide door, revealing a huge garden maze covered entirely with snow. A fountain can also be seen in the center.

YN: "Wow. It almost looks like a park.", you described the place as you roam your eyes around while having your jaws dropped.

Tzuyu: "This is where I mostly come when I want to relax. I do love being in bed but still nothing can beat the refreshing feeling of breathing in a fresh air, right?", she said as she placed her entangled hands behind her back.

YN: "Facts."

Tzuyu: "I also planted some of my favorite flowers here but sadly so far it's being covered in snow.", she frowned. She stepped forward near a bush that's been covered by snow and took a handful of it.

YN: "I can come here again when the winter's over though.", you said to her.

Tzuyu: "Promise?", she looked up at you, her face enlightened when she heard that this will not gonna only a one-time visit.

YN: "Promise.", you said, grinning at her as you observed her giggling with delight as she did one of the things you loved about her the most, particularly when you two were dating. She always enjoys adorably shaking her body while raising her hands just above her jawline and grinning hugely.

Then, all of a sudden, you two heard music coming from inside. Since it is definitely being played on the speaker, both of you can still hear it to some extent because it was fairly loud.

Tzuyu: "It's Mr. Kwon who did it. Hehe, he loves music that's why.", she explained what we just noticed.

YN: "Take On Me huh? He does have a great taste.", you said as you slowly bopped your head to the song's groovy pace and rhythm. Your body then started to synchronize and connect with the way your head was moving after that.

Tzuyu: "What are you doing?", she hilariously asked you as she watched you dance.

YN: "Cmon, it's impossible not to dance with this song.", you said as you continued moving your body to follow the flow of this masterpiece you're listening with her  "Join me.", you offered her your free hand and she shyly accepts, now each other's hands are holding one another. You can feel to each selves that your hands are quite shaking due to nervousness and awkwardness slowly building up to each other.

You didn't mind it instead as you started to groove more and unshameful showed Tzuyu some funny moves of yours while dancing.

Tzuyu: "Oh my god, what do you call those moves? HAHAHAH", she looked at you as if she's judging your apperance disgustingly and puzzedly.

YN: "I don't know, it's so unique that I don't even have a name for it yet.", you faked a laughed and winked at her, not being aware that you made her blush while she rolled her eyes at your pun.

As the song about to end, you grabbed Tzuyu's arms and then spinned together with smile on each other's faces.

You both got dizzy, Tzuyu crashed onto your body. Now your distance with her just an inches away from each other.

Tzuyu: "You dummy... what's with the spin?!", she lightly hits you with her hand to your chest while having her eye largened at what you just did. "God, my head is like going upside down.", she grabbed both sides of her head and kept it still as her way to regain her balance.

YN: "HAHAHAH sorry, I just wanted to do it.", you fakedly apologized to her by the way you let out that laugh in the beginning.

Tzuyu: "You really love to tease me aren't ya?", she glared at you and furrowed her eyebrows. Now her hands were curled and formed like a ball as she placed it on each sides of her waists.

YN: "No i'm not!", you tried to fight back but Tzuyu just hits you with her hand sending a bit of a tingling feeling in the skin of your shoulder.

YN: "Hey, what's that for?", you confusedly asked her.

Tzuyu: "That's for making me dizzy!"

YN: "Alright alright I already said sorry okay? Stop being mad at me you giant Yoda. You okay? ", you asked her what's wrong whe she just halted in front of you while keeping her sight at your face. You didn't even tell that her gaze was secretly going down to stare at your lips until what she did next send chills down to your spine.

Tzuyu immediately kissed you in the lips and went away with a pop sound. You just stood there, clueless what did she just do to you.

YN: "T-Tzuyu?", you mumbled while still standing like a statue.

Tzuyu: "Sorry, I-I just wanted to do it too.", she said as she flipped back some strands of her hair behind her ear. She raised her head again and looked at you. She placed her hands as her fingertips tracing the smooth texture of your face as you keep on watching her while she spoke to you.

"YN... I love you. I still do. You never left my heart and mind even if I'm away from you.I hope you don't mind that I'm gonna do my best to make you love me again the same as before. I'm just retrieving back the one thing that was taken from me which I never lost in the first place.", she said to you her confession and then gave you a heartwarming smile that is close enough to that level of sweetness Tzuyu always gave to you before every single day whenever you two meet.

Even though you are happy at this callbacks, it was then mixed once again with sadness, worried and anxious.

YN: "I'm not completely ready to be in love again with somebody else, Tzu. My heart is not entirely well yet. So if you can wait, I appreciate the patience.", you said, hoping for her to understand.

Tzuyu: "Don't worry, then I'll just spend my time also waiting by helping you heal your heart.", She smiled at you and put her hand on your chest to feel the rise and fall of your skin caused by the beats of your heart, which was once only sync in rhythm with hers.

You gave her a grateful smile. Then you heard the alarm on your watch go off. It appears that you glanced at it to check the time and felt alarmed when you saw it.

YN: "Oh uhm, I need to go. I still have a scheduled meeting to attend with.", you excused yourself to her as you about to take a leave now in her place.

Tzuyu: "Sure.", she nodded. The two of you went back inside the house and walked towards back to the front door.

Tzuyu: "Thank you so much again for the time we had today, YN. It completed my day already.", she grabbed your hand and gently patted the top of it.

YN: "Same as well, Tzu. I'm glad we're finally all too well now. More memories to come for us!", she nodded in glee. You invited her for another hug which she accepts before you finally stepped out of her house.

Tzuyu: "Bye!!! Be safe!", you waved your hand at her as you and Mr. Kwon entered the car once again and drove back to your place.

Tzuyu: "God, I love him so much.", she murmured to herself while she's pressing the hand she used to squeeze and pat your hand in her chest and let her heartbeat vibrates onto it.

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It's been an hour after Mr. Kwon dropped you off back in your house after staying in Tzuyu's mansion. You thanked him for his service which he gladly appreciated.

You took some rest inside your place before suiting up again because you have another scheduled meeting with someone else and now, you're with this woman who waited in front of your house for you to come out and both travel through the shop.

Bang Chan: "Yo boss! Who is this?", Chan asked you as he noticed already the elegant figure of this woman standing beside you.

YN: "Our new baker in the shop.", you smirked at your joke.

Mina: "E-ehh?", she startled in confusion at your words. You just laughed a little along with Bang Chan then she playfully pushed you slightly away from her.

YN: "Just kidding, I know you still prefer to be a doctor.", you said between your laughter. "Anyways, meet my friend Myoui Mina. Mina, this is Christopher Bang or as what I and we around here call him, Bang Chan. He's my trusted friend and manager of the shop.", you said as you introduced the two of them together at each other.

Bang Chan: "Nice to meet you, noona!", he offered a handshake to her which she accepts.

Mina: "Nice to meet you too!"

YN: "I brought her here for some... private baking class.", you explained to Chan about the reason why Mina's following and sticking beside you.

Bang Chan: "Ahh, I see. Have fun you two!", you just nodded and gave him a fistbump. You and Mina then went ahead to the kitchen at the back.

YN: "So welcome to my beloved kitchen.", you said as you showed her your crowded kitchen, where your bakers were calmly preparing some pastries to bake. You name it: cake, donuts, and various bread varieties. Some are also preparing coffee and other beverages that customers outside have ordered.

Mina: "Woah it looks so clean. You do really are complete with the equipments.", she said in admiration while looking around the place.

YN: "Told you. So... hey, shall we start baking? ", you looked at her and you saw her respond with a nod.

The two of you started baking the first product came up in your mind: a one layered small cake. After the long process of preparing, building and designing it, the two of you finished and both presented each others work.

YN: "And there you have it. Our one layered caramel cake for today's lesson.", you patted off the flour and other mess in your hands as you looked proudly at your work placed beside Mina's.

Mina: "The difference of the way our cakes appear.", She chuckled as she looked back and forth between your cake and hers, noticing the obvious difference between them: Hers has a slightly less smooth texture and a slightly out-of-place structure.

YN: "It's fine. You're still a beginner anyways. Honestly, you did great on designing the layers huh. Not bad.", you said, nodding while pouting your lower lip to express how impressed you were.

Mina: "Thanks.", she blushed at your comment.

YN: "But let's find out how does it taste.", You then reached for your fork and took a mouthful of Mina's caramel cake after carefully picking a slice with it. Mina is simply watching you nervously while you evaluate and make a silent decision about how you will assess the cake's flavor as you consume it.

Mina: "How's it?", she asked you as you finally finished swallowing the slice you chewed.

YN: "It was good, delicious. Still lacking with something but anyways you just started learning today so I'll give it 8/10 overall.", you said, smiling at her.

Mina: "Yay! I really tried not to disappoint you.", she said happily, raising her fists then she gave a small clap as she enjoyed your reaction to her work.

YN: "And congrats, you didn't.", after you just finished your words, all of you inside the kitchen heard some shouting from the dining section of the shop outside. You and Mina furrowed each others eyebrows, confused at what's happening there.

YN: "What the-"

Mina: "That's coming from outside."

YN: "Yeah I can tell it...", Bang Chan then ran inside and approached you and Mina with a panic on his face.

Bang Chan: "BOSS! WE HAVE A PROBLEM.", That alone is an indication that true chaos is occurring and needs to be immediately put to an end. You, Mina, and Bang Chan instantly left the kitchen.

YN: "W-what's going on here?!", you loudly asked as you walked near along with Bang Chan at the one you spotted which was a customer and your employee staring off at each other with pure upset and anger displayed in their faces. Mina on the other hand, stayed near at the cashier to just watch what's going on right now.

Customer: "YOUR STUPID EMPLOYEE HERE ACCIDENTALLY POURED ME A DRINK!!!", she then showed to you the large stain of smoothie in her shirt. Bang Chan formed an "o" on his mouth while you quickly gazed over your employee who seems all unbothered at what he did to your customer.

Employee: "I'M SORRY OKAY? I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU ANOTHER ONE SO THAT YOU CAN SHUT UP AND STOP CRYING ABOUT IT.", he said back, apologizing at her but in a rude way still. You were just stunned at how disgusting the behavior of your employee just showed to everyone.

Bang Chan and Mina: "Wow.", the only word they both used to react.

Customer: EXCUSE ME?

YN: "Wonpil?! What did you just said to her?", you asked her with an animalistic grunt mixed in the tone of your voice as you started to get upset and irritated at the attitude of your employee which name revealed to be Wonpil.

Wonpil: "I didn't know you were kinda deaf too, boss. Too bad, I don't want to repeat again.", he just lets out a huff of air. Your lips started to twitch in displeasure.

YN: "You better watch your damn mouth while talking to me.", You glared angrily at him while giving him  the death stare. You hoped he wouldn't try to push you away because you were somewhat concerned about what may happen if you were brought by your provoke.

Bang Chan: What the hell is wrong with y- wait... why do you have an alcohol smell?", he asked as he stepped forward closely to Wonpil and grabbed his arm tightly to warn him, which made him notice something.

Customer: "Wow. Do you let this type of behavior of your employee to continue doing a service in your business, mister?", your customer asked you in disbelief as all you can do is to look at her back, feeling ashamed at yourself for this idiot beside you.

YN: "N-no. I deeply am sorry, miss. I really didn't know about this.", you apologetically said to the customer.

Bang Chan: "He's saying the truth, maam. In fact, this one right here just started his shift late and... didn't even bother to talk to me.", he then gave a sharp glare at Wonpil who's still standing calmly and containing himself not to get whole irritated at the combined complaint of his fault. "Well uhm, how about this-" Bang Chan starts making suggestions to the customer, who thankfully accepts it. After the customer had left with a new t- shirt gave by Bang Chan, you gestured for everyone to continue eating an apologized for the disturbance caused by your drunk employee. You pulled Wonpil with you through your office to talk with him. Mina just watched and got worried at the seriousness of your expression while Bang Chan just silently followed you.

YN: "What you did back there earlier is clearly very rude, irresponsible and most notably such a very unacceptable behavior you showed earlier.", you said as you keep slamming your hand onto the desk. " What the hell are you thinking, Wonpil? You're drunk in alcohol and even dared to show up here in my shop, even worse... late? That's it.", you faced him, trying to dig his soul deep down to the bottom of the ground at your intimidating stare.

"Because of what you did today that effectively broke some rules here, you're fired."

Wonpil: "W-wait, boss. D-don't fire me please. I-i'm sorry... m-my rent owner is already about to kick me out of the apartment so that's why I drink-"

YN: "I understand your problem but seriously, you don't even need to bring it also here, cause also a bigger problem and affect my shop's reputation with it.", you pointed to the outside then pinched and massaged the top of the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry but you should pack your things and get out.", you gestured for him to go away.

Wonpil: "N-no... No WAIT! BOSS! NO... PLEASE DON'T! I NEED THIS JOB!", he started to change back and make his disgusting behavior he showed earlier to disappear just to convince you to give him a chance still. But you just completely refuse, you do not tolerate this kind of action from any of your employee... even if Bang Chan also who is your friend.

Bang Chan: "Don't worry about him, boss. I got this. Focus back on Mina there.", he whispered to you and gestured his head to Mina who is curiously looking at waiting for you at one of the seats.

YN: "Thanks, Chan.", you smiled which Chan just replied with a nod. You walked back to approach the elegant penguin sitting alone.

Mina: "Hey."

YN: "Hi. Uhh, sorry for the mess back there. I made you wait.", you embarassingly apologized to Mina. Right at the moment, Bang Chan called the guards to escort Wonpil out of the shop.

Mina: "It's fine. You made me impressed anyways on how great of a boss you are.", the two of you chuckled. "You did the right thing."

YN: Thanks. Well that's my job anyways. I should take care both my customers and employees.", you smiled confidently at her which made her admire you secretly at your kind-hearted personality. "Shall we go now?"

Mina: "O-okay."

You two exit the shop and drive away with your car. After minutes of travel, you two finally reached Mina's house.

YN: "I hope you enjoyed today, Mina.", you said after you stopped exactly in front of her residence.

Mina: "I did.", she gave you her gummy smile. What happened next is that she fall and halted at your stare to her which made her remember again the another reason of having her time with you today.

She's gonna confess her feelings to you. She wants to try, and it doesn't matter to her if the outcome breaks her heart; after all, it's simply karma for her to think and believe since you admitted to her back in high school that she had you go through the same thing when she rejected yours. Mina: "Uhm, YN..."

YN: "Hmm?", you reacted at her mention of your name.

Mina: "I... l-.... I lo-"

YN: "Are you okay?", you worriedly asked her.

Mina: "I- I... I loved the cake we made. " ,she sighed internally.

YN: "Me too. Don't worry, we'll bake more next time.", you grinned at her. She opened the door quickly and peeked at the window from outside.

Mina: "T-thanks, YN!"

YN: "You too, Mina!", You bid her farewell by waving. You restarted your car's engine and drove back to the store, leaving Mina home alone to enter. She forcefully tangles her hair as she shuts the door, hitting her forehead repeatedly out of frustration.

Mina: "AGH WHY I CAN'T SAY IT TO HIM!", she said with a groan while stomping in annoyance at her failed confession for you. ---------------------------

(THE NEXT DAY)

You entered JYP Entertainment and went to the receptionist lady to ask your concern.

Lady Receptionist: "Good morning, sir! Welcome to JYP Entertainment, how can I help you?"

YN: "Hello, good morning. I'll just deliver this to Ms. Im Nayeon. Where is the Madonna Dance Practice Room here?", you asked as you showed to her a box of doughnuts you're holding.

Lady Receptionist: "At the 5th floor, right hallway, second room sir.", she stated the direction where your meeting place with Nayeon is.

YN: "Thank you.", you bowed your head a little to the receptionist to show gratitude and respect for her service.

The elevator took you to the fifth story, where it then turned you into the right hallway. A white door with a picture of Madonna and the name "Madonna Dance Room" printed above it appeared next. After you knocked, the door opened to show Nayeon, who was dressed in a basic t-shirt, black leggings, and white Fila shoes. She appears to be practicing right now based on how sweaty she is.

YN:  "Hello.", you smiled at her.

Nayeon: "Oh YN! You're finally here!",  She quickly pressed her body into yours, which you gratefully embraced as a hug. Although she may be perspiring, her aroma is unbelievably pleasant. It smelled like a cross between baby powder and perfume.

YN: "Here's your doughnuts.", you showed her clearly the box of doughnuts you're holding. She then grinned, showing her bunny teeth.

Nayeon: "Thank you! You can come in!", she stepped aside, giving you the way inside.

YN: "Sure."

Nayeon: "How's your day?", she asked you as she grabbed the bag placed on top of the cabinet.

YN: "Fine, had a problem at the shop yesterday but I figured it all out now.", you said after taking a seat at one of the average sized black couch available here.

Nayeon: "Why what happened there?", she curiously asked.

YN: "Fired an employee. Improper behavior reasons."

Nayeon: "Oh... okay.", she nodded. She then lend to you her money as her payment for the doughnuts she ordered. You tooked it and thanked her.

Nayeon: "Ooh your doughnuts are mouth watering, YN! Does it have new flavors here?", she said as she started opening the box, revealing many different types and designs of freshly baked doughnuts inside.

YN: "None so far. I'll about to add some next week but if you want to try it, i'll give it to you."

Nayeon: "Ofcourse I want some. Just inform me okay?"

YN: "Okay.", You gave her a smile. After checking anything on your phone for a while, you unexpectedly failed to notice Nayeon's approaching presence. She was standing in front of you when you turned to look at her and saw the doughnut she was holding out to you.

Nayeon: "Do you want some?"

YN: "I'm good. It's all yours, Nayeon.", you respectfully rejected her offer.

Nayeon: "Okayyy~", she then took a bit on it, presenting to you how a bunny eats a doughnut. You can see her pinchable chubby cheeks rising every chew she makes.

YN: "What is your schedule right now?"

Nayeon: "Dance choreo practice so far. Preparing for my upcoming album. Do you want to see it?", she bounced her eyebrows.

YN: "Oh, okay. Sure. It's a pleasure for me to be the first one outside the company who'll know about it.", you sheepishly smiled.

Nayeon: "Well then. Just zip your mouth and enjoy what you'll see, okay?", she smirked, patting your head and left a pinch on your cheek as she went onto her cellphone to play her song that's being kept as a single so far to the public, especially to her fans.

She then went to the center of the room and started dancing in front of you, who's not aware that the concept of Nayeon's upcoming comeback is actually sexy.

Nayeon did some of the moves with more flow to tease you. She crawled to the floor, spin her head to make her hair fly in the air and look at you seductively; earning a huge gulp from you.

She turned back and squatted, then glanced at you as she rotated her head sideways and swayed her hips while showcasing her perfectly round shaped ass. It feels like you're burning inside the room but the temperature is not even cold since it has an aircon turned on. Well, all you can blame is this friend and ex-girlfriend of yours who's dancing dangerously and so attractingly to impress you; not knowing that she's performing it with all her best to flirt with you.

She laid on the floor sexily, her front body met the surface and then banged her fist repeatedly on the floor while her waist and ass are going up and down in the air.

Dude, you just wanna say goodluck already to the public and to her fans already when Nayeon released her performance video of this upcoming singles of her. You can barely contain the hotness of this lady in front you, how could the others who admire her as an idol won't do the same too?

After she danced, the song finished and you were just left completely speechless at what you just saw.

Nayeon: "Well, did you liked it YN?~", she asked in a singsong tone while she's in the middle of her catching of breath due to how quite of exhausting her choreo is.

YN: "I-it's great. Wow... I didn't know that's the other s-side of yours I'll be seeing.", you chuckled nervously, trying to contain your embarassment and unstable self right now.

Nayeon: "Sorry. I just thought it would be better if I turn it into a surprise you know, since it's you I'm the one whom I'll be showing it into... and the only one I'll be willing to do it the most too~", she chuckled and even bite her lower lip at you. You were starting to ask rapid questions of why? in your head. The first one is definitely being "why is she being like this to you right now?".

She walked towards you and stood beside you. Nayeon: "You're going all red now, YN.", she cupped your chin and turned your face to hers.

YN: "S-sorry... I'm just so embarassed right now. I'm not really used into this.", you said as you try to avoid Nayeon's alluring gaze. Your heartbeat is starting to increase rapidly.

Nayeon: "Well I could make you try more if you'll... let.. me~ ", then your eyes widened as Nayeon starts to push her face closer and closer onto yours, going in now to attempt for a kiss. You remembered exactly the time when she just left you out of nowhere with a peck on your cheek during the school's event and left you wondering what was that for?

And now the question reappeared in your mind but now that she's being obvious already, it looks like you kinda now what could be the answer.

YN: "Nayeon... the kiss you did last time means something, isn't it?", you asked her, stopping her from successfully connecting her lips to yours. She opened her eyes and wandered her sight around your own pair.

Nayeon: "Mmmhmm... you noticed it now don't you? Yes, it does. And it's funny how that's the one I'd able to make you realize what I feel for you even though since the very first time we met again at the shop, it was there all along.", she said to you as her hand went to your hair and started stroking it. You got it right now that she do have keeping a secret to you, and that centered most about her feelings for you.

Nayeon: "My love for you, YN. I want to try to bring back what we had before... to try fix my mistakes, to get what I want... to show how could we become better this time.. but too bad, I know I can't. You're already taken. I'm not the type of person who ruins relationships.", her expression turned serious as she lets out a sigh of disappointment at the truth she's having a problem with.

YN: "Actually, R-ryujin and I are... over.", you said between your stutters, you don't mean any other meaning to that. You just want to clarify and correct some things to her.

Nayeon: "Eh? Really? When? What happened?", she started a streak of questions in her surprise.

YN: "A Week ago. Found someone better.", you gave her a bittersweet smile.

Nayeon: "Tsk. She just wasted a very boyfriend material like you, YN. She doesn't see your worth to the fullest.", it hit you right in the feels. Nayeon then cupped both sides of your face, looking at you with concern. "Are you fine now?"

YN: "I am."

Nayeon: "Well, good. So... uhh, about my confession..."

YN: "It's fine. Nayeon, I don't reject you.", you said, giving her a calm smile so that she can ease down the nervousness in her. "Although you can't expect any response about what are my feelings too so far. I'm...still thinking about what will happen to me when it comes to these thing. If I fall for you, will I never gonna be the same again?", you said to hee anxiously.

Nayeon: "It's fine, YN. Take your time. Don't rush. Just the fact that you finally know my unvanished love for you is enough for me already. I just hope it would turn out more than that one day, and I'll do my best this time to prove you wrong that you'll gonna be better instead when you're with me.", she assured you with a smile. "Thank you, YN."

YN: “You're welcome.", After you finished speaking to her, you noticed something that caused you to freeze in place. Nayeon begins to worry why you aren't moving, and you can see a mixture of shock and embarrassment on your face as you turn to face another direction.

Your gaze landed on the door, where Jihyo was standing there with her hair perfectly tied, donning a white jacket, gray jogging pants, and pink rubbershoes. Jihyo gazed at Nayeon while she shared the same expression with the direction at where you are gazing. She then turned away from you. You simply hoped Jihyo wouldn't have a different perspective on this.

YN: "J-jihyo?", you said her name with your trembling voice.

Nayeon: "O-oh... hi J-Jihyo...", she bowed in front her shyly.

Jihyo: Hi. S-sorry to interrupt your m-moment.", you saw her gulp. "I-i'm just shocked that you're here, YN."

YN: "I just delivered some doughnuts to Nayeon here.", you said, pointing the doughnuts placed on the couch.

Nayeon: "Y-yes."

Jihyo: "O-oh... okay. Enjoy, Nayeon.", it took her 2nd try to smile.

Nayeon: "T-thanks, Jihyo."

YN: "I'll get going now.", You replied as you swiftly rose to your feet to remove the building tension between the two, which you had seen was due to a situation that left you feeling awkward and perplexed.

In response, Nayeon simply nodded and smiled. She bowed and waved her hands in the air. Jihyo catches you as you're ready to leave the room and gives you a surprise embrace. You fail to see that Jihyo purposefully scowled at Nayeon, who was beginning to feel a little jealous of what she was seeing, before wrapping her hands tightly around your back.

Jihyo: "I miss you already.", she said with her muffled voice as her face is buried in the crook of your neck.

YN: "Aww, someone wants me to come in her place. Hmm."

Jihyo: "You got it.", you felt your neck vibrated as she chuckled.

YN: "Alright, Friday night. We'll do movie marathon."

Jihyo: "Okayyy! Be safe, okay? God, I love your scent so much.", she went away from your hug and looked at you with her gummy smile of excitement.

YN: "Bye Jihyo.", you just chuckled at her compliment of your smell.

Jihyo: "Bye, YN!"

You then finally walked away and went inside the elevator, leaving Nayeon and Jihyo alone awkwardly.

Jihyo: "F-fighting for today, Nayeon!", she looked at Nayeon, a bit troubled at what she's doing.

Nayeon: "Y-yes, you too... Jihyo.", she forcefully smiled at Jihyo. As Jihyo vanished in her sight, Nayeon's expression changed into a serious one. ------------------------------

You returned back to your shop and opened the glass door. You saw your manager Bang Chan serving a customer in the counter.

Bang Chan: "Hey, boss!", he greeted you.

YN: "Good, eveni-", you were about to greet back when suddenly both you and Chan heard someone from a distance calling your name.

Sana: "YNNNNNN!!!!!!!!", She rushed in your direction, oblivious to the looks of the customers she agitated with her loud, small-pitched voice. She tightly embraced you with her body locking into yours. Sana compressed your body so tightly that it is becoming more difficult for you to breathe.

YN: "Oh, hey S-Sana..."

Bang Chan: "Hey, sis. Take it easy. You just caught the eyes of the people here. Also, we don't want YN to die here in the shop, don't we?", he gently tapped Sana's shoulder and escorted to take out her step-sister slowly from your grasp.

Sana: "Hehe.. sorry. I MISSED YOU SO MUCHHH!!", she said as she grabbed both of your arms while jumping happily like a little kid who just treated by her parents to go to a mall in return of her good grades.

YN: "Aww I missed you too, Sha.", you can't help but to smile at how adorable she is.

Sana: "Hey, you! Give us some food. We need to talk now.", she instructed her step brother Chan portraying like a strict and intimidating boss she is.

Bang Chan: "Ooookkkaayyy maam. Sheesh.", both of you chuckled at how hilarious and bubbly Sana today. She grabbed your hand in a rush and pulled you with her to follow her.

She took the seat first and followed you with her eyes as you're about to take the seat in front of her.

Sana: "I'm really sorry if I didn't get to visit here. My schedules are really stacked up these past days and I just had here finally be able to walk around free since it's all about to be cleared up.", she said apologetically.

YN: "No worries, Sana. I won't disappear, anyways. I'll be right here, Okay? I will just be here always and you can come here to see whenever you want.", you assured her by comforting her with no worries.

Sana: "Promise you won't go, YN?", she pouted at you with her puppy eyes. Oh god, this shiba inu lookinh princess in front of you is slowly killing you with her adorable acts.

YN: "Promise."

Sana: "Aaaa you're so cute.", after that Bang Chan serves the ones Sana ordered for you both. He left you two again and you started to gain focus on Sana refilling her cup with coffee but you weren't aware that she's looking at you with her lovingly eyes.

"Anyways, let's go to the next thing why I want us to talk.", her smile starts to fade away.

YN: "Sure."

Sana: "Is that true that your girlfriend left you and broke my YN's heart?", she asked and looked at you intently, her worried expression is the first thing that's clearly visible in her right now.

YN: "Yes. But you don't need to w-", before you were about to finish her line, she interrupted you.

Sana: "Don't need to worry? YN, you don't know how BADLY I WORRIED ABOUT YOU, WHERE ALL I WANTED WAS TO JUST ESCAPE MY STAFFS THERE JUST TO COME HERE AND CHECK ON YOU!!!", her voice raised and all you had to do was look at her in shock, being perplexed as to why she started acting more differently. She seemed to be abruptly shifting her personality. It brings to memory what transpired the last time you sat and interacted with Momo here.

YN: "Sana... it's fine now, okay? I appreciate the concern. Atleast it's over now right?", you grabbed her hand and gently massaged it to calm her down.

Sana: "Yeah you're right. But i'm really sorry. It's just... I don't want anyone to hurt you. I don't want anyone to make you cry and devastate you. YN you deserved better! Not what you received from her!", You became even more concerned about her when she began to tremble since she appeared to be about to lose control of her emotions. You were anxious to assist her.

YN: "Sana... calm down. Please. Okay? Don't cry more.", She quickly nodded and sniffed, and as you continued to seem worried, the first tears started to fall from her eyes. You didn't anticipate Sana to carry this one close to her heart given your experience with sadness caused on by Ryujin's actions.

Sana: "I'm really sorry... I-I can't help it. It just hurts me so much me knowing that she disrespected your love and even broke your trust. She failed to meet my expectations for you. I just wanted you to be happy and contented with someone else... even if it breaks my heart knowing I'm not the source of it.", she said her reasons why she's acting this way. You got quite confused what does she meant at those last words.

Sana: "I can't risk seeing the one that makes me happy lose it's smile and have his world turn dark."

YN: "Sana."

Sana: "You're just that too special to me, YN. That's why I wanted the best for you, is because I simply love you.", She stated as she took your hand and gently handled it to show how she had grown to love you. You now know another explanation for why Sana was vulnerable to harm. You initially assumed that it was because she is a friend who is incredibly caring, thoughtful, vocal, and passionate and who just wants the best for the people she loves in her life.

You just shockingly faced her,  while at the same time you're more confused at one thing.

YN: "W-why? Of all the guys out there why me? I just don't get it? What's with me that makes you fall in love with?"

Sana: "The way how with just everything you do, it takes my breath away. The way how we're together, it instantly make me happy and complete. I could go on and on, YN.", she tried to smile for you despite her face is being bathed with tears right now. She started to wiped it all with her tissue. "But to sum it all to up, I just love that you exist."

YN: "I'm sorry, Sana but... I can't give you any answer so far about your feelings.", you bowed your head, showing how sorry you are for doing this. You stated it carefully so that you can avoid making Sana hurt more. "You see, I'm still not fully prepared to love somebody again. I had 4 girlfriends already and what I experienced recently was already for me to be traumatized of being a failure. I'm still scared to love somebody again and if I might choose you, I don't want you to leave because I didn't became the boyfriend you wanted me to be.", you said as you connected your gaze again with Sana, showing how much you care for her.

Sana: "It's fine, YN. If that so, then let me help you face your fears. I'll show you that not every one is like her. I promise, with me... I'll do everything to prove that I deserve your love.", she said as she played again with your hands, tracing your skin with her fingertips. "I won't expect anything from you because having you near me is already enough for be to be contented."

YN: "Okay. Thank you, Sana. I admire your courage to share your feelings for me.", you just smiled at her understanding she truly is.

Sana: "Hehe did I do well, YN? My face is stained and wet with my tears.", she then laughed, changing back to the original vibe she had early when she approached you.

YN: "You still look beautiful when you cry, Sana.", you saw her blush. You didn't intended to play with her feelings, you are just being honest.  "O-oh uhm by the way. Good luck too."

Sana: "Thanks, YN. Okay, let's change the topic. Are you free tomorrow?", she asked you curiously.

YN: "Eh? W-why?", you took a bite at your food.

Sana: "I just want to invite you to attend the fashion show I'm attending with. It will be held at Jeju by the way and I know it's not that near here so I asked you first if...", you didn't waited for her to finish as you gave her answer already that you know already she's expecting to have.

YN: "I'm in."

Sana: "Really? THAT'S GREAT! SEE YOU TOMORROW, YN! ",  she energetically reacted.

YN: "You too, Sana.", you smiled, finally relieved that she's back to okay now after that dramatic moment you two have just now.

Sana: "As much as I want to spend time with you more, I think we should just continue this tomorrow. I should go home and rest. Bye, YN!", she bid her goodbye at you after she finished her coffee and saw some vision of herself wearing her outfit for tomorrow at the fashion show on the TV screen, which she thought that it's probably a reminder to herself that she must rest early for tomorrow.

YN: "Bye, Sana.", she stood up and went to the counter to greet her brother too.

Sana: "Channie!!! I'll be heading home now, ok? I'll prepare dinner there for you!"

Bang Chan: "Thank you, noona! Be safe!", and after that Sana finally went outside and entered her car parked in front of the shop.

You walked at the counter and watched Sana's car drive away from your shop through your glass door. Bang Chan then quickly took your attention.

Bang Chan: "She confessed isn't she?", he asked even though he's not looking at you.

YN:"Yeah, wait... you know about this?", you got surprised, raising your eyebrows at him.

Bang Chan: "Yup. She was planning it these past few days, actually."

YN: "I didn't rejected her, don't worry."

Bang Chan: "Good. I'm just glad you're giving noona a chance to make you fall for her too. She loves you so much, YN.", he smiled at you and closed the logbook he's writing at.

YN: "I know, but I'm worried for the two of us.", you sighed and slumped your shoulders.

Bang Chan: "Why?", he asked you curiously.

YN: "It's not gonna be easy for the two of us, knowing that I'm the one who's gonna decide while Sana joins the others who also doing moves now to steal my heart.", you said to him as you remembered Nayeon, Momo, Sana and Tzuyu confessing their love for you. -------------------------- (THE NEXT DAY)

You awakened early in the morning and went already to your shop which is still closed so far. You are waiting along with your car beside you, waiting for Sana to meet you again.

More than 30 minutes passed and a black van arrived in front of you. You walked near to the door, and Sana opened the tinted window to see you clearly.

Sana: "Good morning, YN!", she greeted you. It was not that full of energy since she looks like she's somewhat still sleepy after waking up early too.

YN: "Good morning too."

Sana: "You can follow our van on the way to the airport so that it's just easy for you to go.", she said to you. You just nodded while listening to her. "Oh, uhh by the way... YN let me introduce you to my friend from work who's also joining as a model for the brand we're endorsing.", she said as she turned her head to the other side looking at another mysterious figure beside her that caught your attention who may that be since that person is being covered by Sana and the darkness inside the van.

Sana: "YN, meet Kim-",

YN: "DAHYUN?!", you exclaimed her name in shock as Sana moved away a bit to reveal Dahyun, who moved forward and looked at you with disbelief and shyness in her face.

Dahyun: "YN.", she also said your name embarassingly while Sana was just left speechless as she looked at both you and Dahyun, confused how did the two of you know each other.

-🐰🐶🐀🐹🦄🐧🦅🐯🦌-

[lunar-eclipse-bunnies]

my new favorite rare pairs:

tensei and natsuo. i think it would be cute and also tenya/shoto bonding time thru being brother in laws. womderful, womderful.

I imagine they meet in a hospital, the one Tensei recovers from Stain in. I assume Japanese medical schools require internships/experience?? so by coincidence, Natsou is assigned to this retired pro hero who just won't stop flirting with him while on intense pain relivers. also off pain meds. Tensei is a bit of a flirt.

i'd like to imagine endeavor comes home one day, sees tensei, and recognizes him as from a fellow (although ~inferior~) legacy family. he assumes this is fuyumi's boyfriend when tensei tries to act polite (but can't help to make faces and goof off once enji's back is turned). he assumes wrong.

Natsou genuinely enjoys the Iida family and gets along surprisingly well with tenya! tenya admires his dedication to healing and feels a deep debt is owed to natsou for seemingly bringing tensei back from the brink.

i dub this ship, Running Cold

rei and rumi. this is just endhawks but wlw (and does not include a malevolent child abuser) so is therefore valid. also rei divorcing endeavor only to end up dating one of his coworkers (ranked lower than him) is fucking amazing. could you imagine his reaction?

"you... you are dating my ex-wife." "you bet your ass i am!"

i imagine they'd meet like, right after rei exited the courthouse with legal divorce papers and she's just trying to get used to living on her own again (with occassional visits from her kids). Rumi's having a slow patrol so offers to help the frail woman home, she flirts a bit (i can guarentee you she called rei a milf to her face, and rei asked dabi/natsou later what it meant) and they just. keep meeting each other. turns out rei's new apartment is right at the tail end of rumi's patrol route! things evolve from like, getting coffee, to more casual dates, until rei's asking rumi to move in (rumi makes a sugar mommy joke. rei once again asks dabi/natsou what it means).

so then they're all moved in right?? so rei is invited to a todoroki family dinner, she asks if she can bring her new partner, her kids are SO HAPPY for her so of course they say yes! enji leaves his patrol early to surprise his kids only to find his ex wife and his co woker in his house, and rumi is just so fucking smug about it.

dub this ship, Snow Bunny

midnight, ms joke and inko. imagine izuku is told he has 3 moms now and instead of being like "what abt allmight/dad" hes just crying going,,, "m,, momjoke,,, momnight,,,"

midnight and joke get him a shirt that says "who needs a dad when you got 3 moms (and 1 funky uncle)" and he wears it immediately

mother's day is a chaotic mess but izuku and inko wouldn't have it any other way

inko is much closer to the action now, with 2 pro spouses AND a son in hero training, but she gets more comfortable with her gfs to talk her through 'regular' pro hero matters and ultimately she gets more comfortable with izuku's career choice

i dub this ship, Triple Maternal Threat

fatgum and allmight. i think it would be wholesome and funney! poor toshi needs help with self esteem and body image issues, who better to help than fatgum?

imagine: fat's at a garage sale. he finds stuff for people his size (he's EIGHT FEET TALL, YALL) and it turns out this stuff is allmights old stuff!! yknow, from when he was a massive guy?

so they chat it up, fat asks if toshi would like to go to dinner after he packages his newly aquired Big Person Things, and all might.

does not realize this is fat asking him on a date.

he proceeds not to know for many months, until young kirishima asks if he can be the flower boy at their wedding.

all might coughes up a bit of blood and fat takes him on a date he knows is a date this time <3

i call this ship, AllGum/FatMight!

mitsuki and fuyumi. this is more of a crack ship and less of a rare pair but not only do I think it would be funney, i want to see bakugos face when shoto todoroki realizes that, were those two women to get married, he would become bakugos uncle. mitsuki goes along with this. the bakusquad only calls him uncle roki now. chaos. absolute chaos

still, i do have some wholesome thoughts about it. mitsuki helping fuyumi prep for a family meal (where she is introduced as fuyumi's partner). fuyumi shyly admitting to making quite a few of her clothes and mitsuki complimenting her on it.

them being frightened for shoto and katsuki's safety, and showing their care in little ways; fuyumi will always send shoto back to the dorms with extra food and snacks, just for bakugou. they have little notes in them, wishing him luck, to have a good day, reminders to lean on his friends, sometimes even recipes! mitsuki will be a little more blunt, being physically affectionate with shoto, complimenting him and encouraging his interests (without putting down her own son).

idk, i just think,,, theyd vibe? a school teacher and a fashion designer,,, yeah i think that'd be gay-- i mean great. great.

i call this, Frostbomb!

nejire and kendo. THEIR SCENE GETTING READY FOR THE BEAUTY COMP DURING THE SCHOOL FESTIVAL ARC,,, CHEF'S KISS.

that's literally all my evidence for shipping it, i don't even have a name for it but KENDO BEING ALL FLUSTERED BY NEJIRES STRAIGHTFORWARDNESS?? I WANNA SEE MY GIRL BLUSH!!

hitoshi, denki, sero and iida. i call this my good boy polycule. they're all dating and love each other and have cuddle piles. that's it.

all i really want out of this is them understanding and helping each other with their insecurities. iida encouraging denki and applauding him when he gets better grades, sero helping to defeat shinsou's negative mindset about his quirk, all three helping iida unpact the trauma of the stain incident and kamino ward incident, etc.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E3; Chapter Three, The Case of The Missing Lifeguard - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘌𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘋&𝘋. 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦.

⚠️: more Billy/Mind Flayer shenanigans, more Y/n being Not Straight™️ and slight, whatever the huffy, whiney hell Hopper was during a majority of the season

📝: yall, idk how to describe hairstyles so I'm gonna clear it up now; the hairstyle Y/n is doing on El is the coil ponytail she wears at the end in That Scene™️ 🥲🚚👋📝🛣

Yes, I regret the whole "sisters" failsafe I put in specifically to stop myself. But as it turns out, no I cannot suppress the gay. So innocent, mutual pining ahead! 🥳🎉🌈

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

A pair of sock-covered feet bounce happily on the carpeted floor as Madonna's Angel blasts through the radio on the dresser. Max jumps back and forth on El's bedroom carpet, singing into the hairbrush she had found on the nightstand. Beside her, sitting on the bed is the girl herself, sporting her new colorful look; engrossed in a selection of teen magazines that are splayed out before her.

"You must be an angel,"

El bobs her head along with the tune, careful of Y/n's hand weaving through her hair from where she's kneeled behind her on the bed. She grins up at Max before going back to her work, her lips moving as she silently sings along.

"I can see it in your eyes,"

Y/n finishes the last coil behind El's left ear, and pulls it together with the other, merging her hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. After she tightens the bright blue scrunchie one last time, she mutters a defeated, "Alright. I tried," before she maneuvers around El across the mattress and allows herself to fall back on the right side of the bed, her head propped up on the rows of pillows. She grabs a magazine, boredly sifting through it while El delicately feels around the back of her head with a smile, admiring Y/n's work.

"Full of wonder and surprise,"

El's attention quickly returns to the magazine in her hands when she flips the page. She has to turn it sideways to see the whole thing. A young man, who El guessed to be just a little older than Steve, was smiling back at her.

Max's singing and dancing come to a slow when she notices El lingering on the page. With a chuckle, she discards the hairbrush from where she found it and kneels beside the bed.

"Oh, you found Ralph Macchio," Max simpers.

"Macchio?" El asks with a smile.

"Yeah," Max nods. "he's the Karate Kid,"

Both and El and Y/n jump when Max suddenly cuts the air in a mock karate chop and yells, "Hai-yah!"

They giggle and Y/n just rolls her eyes playfully. Particularly, at what comes next.

"He's so hot, right?" Max asks.

An amused grin glues itself to Y/n's face as her eyes peek out over the top of magazines to catch El's reaction. Y/n's smile spreads, buried under the pages when she sees El's face lit up in a blush.

"I bet he's an amazing kisser, too," Max says, drawing out a funny look in El's eyes. "Hey, uh,"

Y/n finds her eyes drawn to Max when she feels the old mattress dip a little under her weight. She notices a funny, almost intrigued look on her face.

"is Mike a good kisser?" She asks.

Y/n lets out an involuntarily "Blech!" At the question, discarding her magazine back to the pile with her nose scrunched up in disgust despite the smile still on her lips.

El laughs at Y/n, lightly shoving her knees that sat propped up above her as she shoots her a smile. "Not 'blech',"

Y/n has to readjust her head on the pillows to gawk up at El properly, a funny look hidden in her eyes.

"Wait, so is he like, actually," Y/n makes another face, failing to get through the sentence with a straight face. She laughs a little, putting a mocking tone in her voice. "'good' at kissing?"

El doesn't answer right away, much too confused with the direction this conversation had gone. She blushes again, giving her awaiting friends a bashful shrug.

"I don't know. He's my first boyfriend,"

Max is quick to correct her, but she does so gently. "Ex-boyfriend,"

El's face falls.

But Max is also quick to console her. She lands a gentle hand on El's shoulder, her voice going soft.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Okay?" El still doesn't seem too sure. "He'll come crawling back to you in no time, begging for forgiveness."

Y/n subconsciously fiddles with the ring pop still on her finger, a thin sheet of plastic still covering the candy diamond.

"I guarantee you, him and Lucas are, like, totally wallowing in self-pity and misery right now," Max's face scrunches up as she mocks the aforementioned exes. "They're like, 'Oh, I hope they take us back!'"

Y/n laughs, her left hand lightly smacking Max's arm, grabbing her attention.

"Yeah, but, Mike's probably more like," Max fights a sudden laugh when she catches the knowing look in Y/n's eyes. "'I hope they take us back! They have to—'"

Neither Max nor Y/n can fight the grin breaking out on both their faces as they finish in perfect sync.

-"take us back! Nyeh-nyeh-NYEH!"

Once again delightfully confused, El's stare travels between her newest best friend and her oldest; a warm feeling burrowing deep in her chest and gut, her stomach aflutter as she laughs with them.

"God, what I wouldn't give to see the look on their stupid faces," Max says, shaking her head wistfully.

El goes quiet, something neither of her friends miss.

"What is it?" Max asks.

That seems to snap everything into place, and Y/n props herself up on her hands. There's enough mischief in her eyes to match El's, and she quirks a brow.

"Wait. Are you serious?"

El only smirks, shrugging her shoulders.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Max asks, only to find herself under two impish stares.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

El sits cross-legged against her dresser, the radio switched to static sitting just above her head. In her hands is the multi-colored headband Y/n had gifted to her over the holidays when her hair started to fall in her face. They both knew it could also double as a comfortable, makeshift blindfold in case she ever found herself traveling to the void again.

As she prepared to do now.

She hooks the headband over her head, pulling it down over her eyes as Y/n and Max took a seat.

"Is this really gonna work?" Max asks excitedly from where she's perched on the edge of the bed.

El nods, and Max's face lights up in awe.

"Holy shit, this is insane-!"

"Max."

"Right, quiet. I'm sorry,"

Y/n chuckles up at her noiselessly, completely understanding the excitement of it all. Particularly, since she had never once witnessed El demonstrating these powers unless it had been necessary.

Then came the waiting part.

Y/n had forgotten about the waiting.

It was all they could do. Wait as they watch El draw in a deep breath, allowing her mind to reach out to the person it had most.

She feels the imaginary water at her feet first, as she always did. It didn't take her as long as it used to to fine-tune the distorted voices cutting in and out, much like what she found her radio to do sometimes. But she did it soon enough.

She's back in the void, for the first time in a long while.

Part of her was worried it would be harder without as much practice as she got last year, but it wasn't.

The image that lay ahead of her was clear, the voices even clearer.

"What did I do wrong? What could I have done wrong?"

Mike.

He was laying on the couch. The one from his basement. El recognized it immediately.

And he wasn't alone, that much she  had suspected.

"Do I have to go through this again?" Lucas asks, sounding tired.

He was pacing around the couch, rubbing his face. Will was with them, he was hovering over the small table she had sat at only years ago.

"I see them," El says.

Max lowers herself to the carpet, sitting next to Y/n who leans in curiously.

"What are they doing?" Y/n asks.

"Eating."

The crunch of Dorito chips Mike had shoved into his mouth was loud enough to echo out across the entire void. He continues through an obnoxious mouthful.

"I just don't understand what I did to deserve this,"

El has neared them now, and she turns her head curiously to Will when he scoffed. He looked frustrated, and he sounded it too. But El could tell he was trying to fight it for the sake of his friends' feelings.

"Look, it sucks that that happened," he says. "But why don't you guys try and take your mind off of it for-"

"For the last time, Will. No! Not now," Lucas says, turning away just in time to miss the boy's shoulders slump. He back to Mike, releasing a heavy sigh. "You didn't do anything, Mike. That's my whole point. You're the victim here."

El's eyes fall back to Mike, not all sure about what she was feeling.

"I know," he cries out. "It's just, why is she treating me this way?"

"Mike-"

"I don't know." Frustrated, he shakes his head. "What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?!"

"Mike, stop it!" Will has to yell to be heard, but his friends eventually turn their attention his way. "you know what you did wrong!"

They watch him carefully, as does El.

Just grateful to have their attention, he softens just a notch "You messed up, alright? But there's just not much you can do right now,"

"He's right," Lucas sighs, bending over to move Mike's feet out of to make room before taking a seat. "I mean, we told the truth and everything,"

Will let out a bitter laugh. "No, you didn't! You got caught! You told them you were shopping for them, but that's it. You still kept lying about your Nana,"

Max and Y/n watch El carefully, the only indication something had happened came from her angered sigh.

"They lied about Nana," she says finally.

"Oh, I knew it," Max hissed.

Y/n merely placed her forehead in her hands tiredly as she waited for more information.

"But we still tried! That's gotta count for something," Mike cries, stuffing more food into his mouth. "I mean, shouldn't that count for something?"

"Mike, relax. Just... relax," Lucas sighs into his hands yet again, clearly exasperated. "And stop asking rational questions."

"I know, I know. You're right," Mike sighs. His expression quickly turned bitter as he sent his friends a sour look. "Because women act on emotion and not logic,"

"Precisely," Lucas nods. "It's a totally different species."

El's breathing grows deeper and for a moment the pair of friends fear the worst. But the truth was, while El didn't quite exactly know what they were saying, she knew it was foul.

"They say we are 'species'."

-"What?"

-"Come again?"

"'Emotion, not logic."

-"What?"

-"Come again?"

Will shifted on his feet, looking unsure as to what to say, or if he should at all.

"Will is upset,"

Y/n scoffs, looking between Max and El. "He should be if they're saying that shit." She fires, worry briefly taking over her anger over the doubtful thought seeded in her mind. Quickly she leaned forward.

"Wait, he wasn't saying that was he?"

Relief sweep over her when El shakes her head.

She finds her eyes on him again, looking as if he was trying too hard to fit in and not say the wrong thing. El hadn't known him for terribly long, but she knew enough to realize this shouldn't be normal.

"Guys," he says, his eyes darting to the small table he had been setting up. "Come on, it's ready. You already said you'd play a month ago when Dustin got back. I've been planning ever since! And I really think it'll help take your mind off of all this."

Lucas groans.

"Will! We already told you. Not right now," he shakes his head as if scolding a small child.

"They are upset with him."

"Why?" Y/n pressed, sharing an equally concerned look with Max.

"They broke up with you, what else is there to talk about?"

"Easy for you to say, you still have a girlfriend!" Mike throws back.

"'Easy for Will to say,'" El repeats.

Y/n could only imagine what they were putting Will through right now. Or just what her words could mean. Her guilt from having to cancel weighed heavier and heavier.

"He says..."

They all watch, El included, as all his frustrations boil over.

"Well, none of that matters now, does it?!"

Shocked at his outburst, Lucas and Mike break into matching, sour grins nevertheless.

"Then join us, Will," Mike says, sharing a smirk with Lucas. "Join us in trying to figure the greatest mystery of all; the female species!"

"What? What's he saying?" Y/n asked.

But she receives no answer. El had fallen quiet.

El cocks her head, her glare thrown to each boy like daggers, feeling an anger of her own. As well as a protectiveness.

That didn't last long, however. Not moments after, Mike seemed to be challenging his own foul behavior. His mouth opened up wide, letting loose a deep and billowing belch.

"Dude," Mike laughed lazily, gesturing around him as he grinned up at his friends. "You can smell the nacho cheese,"

El recoiled, her upper lip hooking in a grimace both in and out of the void.

She's relieved to see even one of them disgusted by his antics — Will, but it doesn't change her annoyance. But it was better, and far less confusing than Lucas who broke out in a sly grin.

"I get that beat,"

"What?" Mike mumbles in between picking his teeth with his tongue.

Baffled, El looks to Will again whose face pales. He quickly shakes his head, his words pleading.

"Oh, no."

"No, Lucas," Mike says, jumping in. "No!"

El watches curiously as Lucas's grin stretches wider — "No, Lucas!" — and he lifts his right leg — "Lucas! LUCAS!" — and...

El stumbles back in shock when the sound hits suddenly. It echoed louder than the burp had — far louder — and only grows louder as Lucas lifts his leg higher.

El rips the headband off her head to reveal her widened eyes, her shoulders moving and falling in a panicked-like state.

Never blinking, her mouth still wrenched open in shock, she turns to gape at her friends.

"What happened?"

She didn't answer.

"Are you okay?" Y/n pressed, fearing the worst.

She breaks out in a grin, a fit of sudden giggles sent her slouching into the carpet and her head landing in Y/n's lap. Max and Y/n welcomed her reaction with open arms, her infectious laughter spreading to them despite the utter bewilderment they were feeling. Y/n looked down at her friend, trying not to laugh.

El managed to peel her eyes open long enough to see Y/n's crooked smile poking into her view of the ceiling and she loses it all over again.

"What?" She laughs.

"What happened?"

El clutched her aching sides. Every time she tried to speak, the silliness of it all stole her words all over again.

It had been completely revolting and

angering. But it was also the most fun she'd ever had in that horrible place. This also being why it was so hard to wipe the smile from her face.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Will stumbled back as far away as possible from the massive stink cloud he was sure would drown him. Mike had stumbled off the couch, waving at the air as Will buried his nose in his shirt.

"Oh, man," Mike groans. "what the hell, Lucas?"

"Come on, that was impressive,"

"So was Will," Mike shoots him a knowing smirk. "Finally realizing the frustrations of the female species,"

"That wasn't what I said," he shakes his head, growing angrier by the second. "I said it doesn't matter if I have a girlfriend or not right now cause I can't see her! Both of us have to clean up your messes and it's the same reason why we missed our six month anniversary last month,"

Both Mike and Lucas wince. "Congrats?"

Will sighs, throwing himself in his seat at the D&D table.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The cabin's front door was nearly thrown off its hinges as an inebriated Hopper stumbled across the threshold. The door slammed shut behind him, shaking the room as he huffed and puffed. Several times he nearly lost his balance just standing still, but despite the blurred vision and numbed senses he could still make out the muffled radio from his daughter's room.

That wasn't good. At least, that's all Hopper could comprehend right away before he pieced together why; that always meant Mike was here.

And the door was shut.

"Hey!" No response. "Hey!"

The ache of rejection and embarrassment he had been feeling all night had been drowned in bottles of wine from Enzo's, numbing a great deal when Joyce had failed to show. But it couldn't quite extinguish his anger, and that was all that was left now. And he had no problem channeling that into this moment.

In his drunken state, he manages to march across the living room without stumbling into anything and his voice rises behind his gritted teeth.

"When I say three inches, three-"

A small yelp and a short burst of hot hair stinging his sweating skin and knocking over the lamp on the desk was the first thing he registered after the boom of the door being busted open. Before him, was the sight of El and her friends lounging across her floor, flipping through magazines and gawking up at him.

He realized then what had happened judging by Y/n drawing in a deep breath, and dropping her head into her hands. She had clearly been especially startled being so close to the door and had inadvertently created a mini shockwave that swept across every loose item in the room. He could hear her cursing into her hands as Max glared up at him.

"Do you knock?! Jeez!"

"Yeah!" El repeated. "Jeez!"

At that moment, Hopper couldn't remember a time he had back-pedaled so quickly. He could hear his slurred words stringing together a nervous apology.

"Wo-wo-oh, hey," he gulps. "I'm sorry."

The three girls continue to gawk up at him from the floor.

"I thought that, uh-,"

"If you were expecting Mike, he isn't here," Y/n said.

"We wanted to have a sleepover," El says, still beyond excited at the thought of having one since Y/n told her about them almost a year ago. "Is that...okay?"

"Yeah,"

The word fell out of Hopper's mouth before he could will it, his entire demeanor melting away in relief.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah," he said, his voice going higher than normal as he stumbled through the tension. "Your parents know you guys are here?"

"Yup," Max says, and Y/n nods.

Blazing through the past few moments, or at least attempting to, Hopper waves his arm dismissively and his slurring intensifies.

"Uh, yeah, it's cool. Yeah. That's-That's really cool."

This was great! His "heart-to-heart" had worked. At least the way he did it. He couldn't count on his hands the number of times he had asked El about the others; silently hoping she'd take the hint and get him out of long, awkward discussion. But she never had, she only went on about Mike, and the more the summer stretched on the less he heard about Y/n or—

"Did you need something?" Max asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He hadn't realized he had been just standing there, swaying slightly and zoning out.

He was overstepping. He could see that now. And not just because of the embarrassment written all over his daughter's face.

"No, no," he says quickly, shaking his head and making a lazy grab for the doorknob. "Uh, I'll leave. I'll just let you... I'll leave you..."

His voice trails off before being swallowed completely when the door shuts with a click. For a moment, Hopper just stands there processing it all.

A smirk hooked his lips.

No Mike.

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[oasis-of-you]

the dirty, stained floor that is me/lips tight and weary from what they've never tried holding back

ah yes, so this poem is a Thing that Happened. rambling about said poem + image ID + taglist under cut.

aaa my brain produced this long ass mf directly after an argument with you can probably guess who from how passive aggressive this poem is. i don't usually write poems like this but i wrote a couple in the past few days and they're pretty fun so we'll see, maybe i'll do more (even though i am absolutely shit at these). it's kinda cool that you can either read the lines separated by the punctuation, which is the meaning intended when i wrote it, or you could read the lines separated by the literal lines (if that makes sense). mona stop using commas challenge. also i thought it was cool that the places where new lines begin, often in the middle of sentences, give an erratic mood to the poem aaaaand okay that's enough of me analyzing my own poetry thank u. bottom line, i had a lot of fun writing (just kidding i was crying while i wrote it) and editing this so yay.

[image ID: in standard arial font on a light blue background, it reads,

"you say the beans have already been spilt

such a lighthearted idiom sounds odd

in the room, the way it bounces off dust

and anger, feels alien the way it radiates and spins, dizzying.

how do you will your mouth to fold

itself around such a phrase, when it has known such bitter

tastes, such sour ways for i know

i will no longer be able to walk away from this ruin of a love completely

completely unscathed, no.

scars cover my body

they twist into monsters on

my skin, and i am disgusted in myself

and i ask myself

is this my own doing?

they say the tongue is the strongest

muscle, and i have learned

to believe it, for your words have known

no end. they gouge out my deepest innards

and when i think there is no more

of me you have left to touch

with your venomous hands

you find more of it.

you say the beans have already been spilt

and i shake violently as i speak, quivering

on a precipice of something sharp

and dwindling, your face hardens,

swindling, and i see the wall you have raised.

though i know my words will bounce

back to me against

imaginary brick, i am desperate

now, desperate to say what has crawled

up my esophagus from a dark crevice

even i didn’t know existed,

wadding up in my mouth, swelling.

i say,

“i know the beans have been spilt.

we have all observed the spilling

of them. i have felt the sharp stinging

pain of each against skin.

your words have added momentum to each

an equal and opposite reaction

enough to propel a rocket

out of our dying planet’s withering hold on us

but there are infinitely more beans in the bag

until there are not.

until we are dead.

and new beans are being created each day

and new beans are being spilled each day

and there is always a bean you can save,

always a truth you can salvage.

i have grown wary of my own

childish curiosity, pushed it away for my own

good, one that i should not have had to find

for myself, and now i have

taken this idiom too far, and there is

always another chance, and you should

always try to salvage another bean from

swimming with the dust and the

anger that you words bounce off of

in this room, and landing on the dirty

stained floor that is me.”

an epilogue

to a poem far too short to have one

i am breathless after my shakespearean monologue

you are silent, staring

blankly, lips

tight and weary from what they have never tried holding back

i feel my weathered body bring itself away from you

outside,

rain rattles the ribcage of this house

the despair of the sky blurring it all outside the window

into a blend of colors that mean nothing." end ID]

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[cheerioss]

Sole crusher thought bubbles 👠

disclaimer: dont read if u havent watched sole crusher

so i finally found a video with subs (again big shoutout to fellow translators out there yall r AWESOME) so yes we be having another crazy session :>

- omg that tour rlly makes me wanna go paris!! too bad we cant actually see lb and chat patrolling around 😔

- omg tom and sabine’s bakery is officially the best bakery in paris YES

- idk if it’s just me but zoe gives off ✨ gay vibes ✨

- the second marinette hears abt zoe only having one friend she immediately showers her with food and love and exchange numbers WHO WOULDNT LOVE THAT GIRL

- i know some ppl r asking why we’re getting another new character but honestly i find it refreshing and also i may or may not already be trying to adopt that girl oop-

- audrey ma’am do u just wear those sunglasses everywhere???? like u’re literally indoors reading a magazine

- chloe those r literally the tackiest shoes i have ever seen how is audrey not screaming at them

- OMG POOR SABRINA SOMEONE PLS SAVE HER

- okay i honestly was wondering why the sudden attitude change but now im realising that she’s acting to actually fit in djejdjjene

- chloe: “all the boys must fall over for u and the handsome ones must carry ur stuff” also chloe: picks someone who is not all that good looking (no offense to the guy :< )

- uhhhhh where did that red carpet come from????

- did- did she just say she’ll buy her a new name???? uhhh her name isnt all that different from yours ma’am

- okay ngl zoe’s a rlly good actress (ahem liela take some notes)

- oooh but she’s in aurore’s class??? i can totally see them being besties doedkke

- rose: “can we adopt her??” OMG U SWEET CHILD CAN I ADOPT U????

- marinette seeing right thru zoe’s act and trusting the girl she just met in the morning 🥺

- okay i always thought andre was like ehhh but he just wanted to be loved by his family omg i hope he can stand up for himself and achieve his dreams 😭😭

- omg zoe my poor baby I WISH I CAN GIVE U A HUG

-OMG WAS ANDRE THE DIRECTOR OF THAT MOVIE ADRIEN’S MUM WAS IN THAT WOULD BE SO COOL AND ALSO IS THAT KAGAMI WITH LONGER HAIR???? TOMOE IS THAT U???

-HAWKMOTH LEAVE ZOE ALONE SHE JUST ARRIVED

- oh frick the akumatised item isnt on her this is interesting

- also idk if anyone’s told gabriel but that shadowmoth outfit he’s got on is kinda ugly and he’s a fashion designer —

- NO JEAN U WERE MY FAVOURITE BG CHARACTER NOOOOOO

- chloe, the first reaction when u see an akuma isnt to ask why they stole ur image U R IN DANGER GIRL

- okay idk why the cheese floating im space sent me 🤡

- omg chat arriving and marinette just being like “shush it kitty im not done” HAHAHAHA

- chat waiting for marinette to finish before tripping sole crusher WE STAN A GENTLEMAN

- omg chat suggesting he cataclysma here before she destroys the city 😦 wut is this man capable of

- okay i didnt recognise the lucky charm object this is why i cant be lb yalls 😔😔

- HOW IS NO ONE BOTHERED BY SABRINA HIDING IN THE CLOSET SAVE HER

- wow that was a slow punch if i’ve ever seen one

- hello where can i get one if those charms they’re so pretty 🥺🥺🥺

- awww ivan was the first one to hug zoe i love u mannn also did yall see adrien’s face GIVE SUNSHINE BOY A HUG PLEASE

- audrey listening to chloe??? who r u and wut have u done to audrey bourgeois

- aww i can see this father daughter relationship between andre and zoe even tho she isnt his actual daughterrrr i rlly hope this will help him stand up for himselfff :<

- okay i rlly love that pink hair thooo wishing i had light coloured hair now :<<<

okayy that’s all for today folks thanks for joining :D

[fivefeetfear]

Part 6

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Spinel rubs the bridge of her nose in frustration as a groan slips from her lips. Why hadn’t she properly looked over the photo first before sending it? (Y/N) dress was still unzipped from the back; thankfully, the front was still up. After the mist of their emotions, the smaller gem was quick to fall asleep in her arms, forgetting about her unzipped garment.  Spinel looks down as she gazes at the sleeping gem on her chest; her lips parted ever so slightly and her thick long lashes lie on the high points of her cheek bones. She looked so at peace and Spinel really didn’t want to wake her up, but she had to. It was getting late.

“(Y/N), ya got to wake up doll.” The pink gem mutters softly tickling the (G/C) gem neck instantly getting a reaction out of her. (Y/G) giggles quietly as sleepy (E/C) orbs awaken, the striking eyes gazing into magenta hues. (Y/N) shifts to lie on her stomach still in Spinel’s arms, placing her hand on the tall girl’s chest.

“Doll?” The tired female inquires her eyes still heavy with sleep. The pink gem blushes under her stare shifting her eyes away from the smirking girl. Spinel was kind of hoping she missed that part. The pink gem timidly looked around anywhere but the (Y/N) large eyes staring at her teasingly.

“Y-yeah, did ya not l-like it?” she questions worriedly not wanting to make her uncomfortable. The sound of (Y/N) giggling brought the taller gem eyes back to her. For the second time today, Spinel felt like she was ready to stroke out when she saw the moonlight glowing above the (Y/G). She was glowing in every sense of the word; her skin and hair are gleaming heavenly over her. Her large eyes looks so tantalizing as they sparkle radiantly under the luminous light, but the kicker was the way the front of the dress pulls down. Spinel felt her cheeks burning at the sight of (Y/N) cleavage on full display. Spinel’s mouth ran dried not sure what to say or do in the moment. So she opted by shifting her gaze once more as she pushes up (F/N) dress sleeves that hung loosely around her slender shoulders. The pink gem lips tighten to a thin line as she shut her eyes.

‘Keep it together.’ She says to herself holding in a breath. For the love of Diamonds keep it together!

“I actually really like it.” (Y/N) admits shyly fluttering her long lashes. Oh, thank the stars. Spinel exhales opening her eyes and offering (Y/N) a nervous smile.

“I woke ya up because your dress is still unzipped.” This woke up the tired (G/S) as she reaches behind her and felt her textured back; her blush deepens as she sits up on her knees holding the front of her dress up in place.

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot about that!” (Y/N) says completely mortified, she could feel her gem scorching the back of her neck. How embarrassing! Spinel quickly sits up trying to ease the (G/S).

“It’s, ok! You’re fine, don’t worry bout it. Just turn around so I can zip it back up.” Spinel offers kindly. Still hot in the face the small gem turns around so Spinel had easier access to the zipper. The magenta female grabs the metal zipper and easily brought it all the way up.

“There ya go doll, crisis averted.” Spinel coos as she stretches her arms to wrap around (Y/N) small frame, pulling her back into her embrace. She missed her being so close. The pink girl buries her face against the side of the (Y/G) neck inhaling her natural scent.

“Thank you, El.” The (E/C) eyed girl hums immediately relaxing into Spinel’s warmth.

“What time is it?” (Y/N) asks while soaking up this intimate moment with the slender gem.

“11:05pm.” Spinel’s mumble not moving her face from the side of the (C/G) girl’s neck. (Y/N) eyes flutter closed when she felt Spinel’s warm breath on her neck. It sent a rush of goosebumps down her spine. The simple action sent the girl into a hazy mindset as she melts further into her grasp.

“I…I have rehearsals tomorrow.” She informs sadly with a pout on her lips, the (E/C) gem wasn’t so keen on the idea of getting up. Spinel whines in displeasure as her grip on the small gem tightens. She didn’t want to let go, not yet at least. The Spinel was relishing the physical contact with the short gem; she brought her a sense of security that no one else was able to provide. Bless the Diamonds and the Crystal Gems for their efforts but it wasn’t enough. Six thousand years of isolation really fucked her up. It warped her for the worse and she was struggling to move on. She wanted to let go of her trauma and be free from the shackles of her past and start new, but she couldn’t. At least not on Homeworld. Everything reminded her of Pink, in the beginning, that what she thought she wanted. But it just hurt even more. Spinel was gifted the nickname of the Forgotten Treasure. Thanks Blue. Every gem either pitied her, hated her or avoided her. Spinel despised it. The attention, the fake smiles, the sad eyes. Everything! It was driving her crazy all over again! Living in Pink’s shadow was so overwhelming.

However, everything was different with (Y/N); it felt easy. The conversations, the smiles, the touches. (Y/N) made it look so effortless to interact with her like a normal person from the very start. Even with six thousand years of solitude looming over her shoulders, (Y/N) was able to make her feel significant again. Spinel felt seen, she felt heard and she. felt found. The pink gem nearly burst into tears as she presses their bodies closer together.

“Can we stay like this a bit longer…please?”  Spinel requests in a small voice as she nuzzled closer into (Y/N) neck. (Y/N) felt the warmth blooming into her chest; how could she say no to that? With a simple nod, she adjusted herself to get more comfortable, she lolls her head to the side allowing the delightfully clingy gem to occupy more of her personal space. (Y/N) twirls a strand of Spinel’s pink hair with her fingers while humming a soft tune as they sat peacefully in the heart-shaped crater under the moonlight.  

……………………..

“I’m so sorry for keeping ya out so late, ya sure don’t want me to walk ya home?” Spinel offers feeling guilty. It was currently 1:45am in the morning as they stood on the porch of Steven’s house. The two gems had fallen asleep in the field together cuddle up in each other’s arms and it was the best nap Spinel has ever experienced in years.

“El, I can literally teleport myself into my room, I’m not going to make you walk all the way back here. And stop apologizing; I had a lot of fun with you.” (Y/N) reassured Spinel giving her a bright smile.

“Sorry, damn it…a-anyway when can I see ya again?” The taller female ask as she rubs the back of her neck while digging the tip of her sneaker into the wood paneling. (E/C) eyes shine at the cutie before them, oh goodness she too adorable!

“Write a poem and stop by at my studio tomorrow evening.” Spinel arches her brow as she gazes down at the girl before her.

“A poem?” She questions with the tilt of her head.

“Yeah! Writing poems about bottled up feelings is a great coping mechanism! It helps me to express my emotions in a positive and productive manner. And then I would turn them into songs. So just write about whatever you want and bring it in tomorrow.” (Y/N) explains excitedly.   The slender girl grins at the (G/S) enthusiasm, even in the early more she still has a lot of energy to burn.

“Ok, well I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Spinel confirms, as she stood close to the (H/C) haired gem, she slowly grabs her small hands in hers and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“I had a great time.” She added with a shy smile. (Y/N) stands on her tippy toes and plants a kiss on the sweet pink gem cheek. Spinel’s eyes widen when she felt her plush lips against her skin already craving more kisses.  

“Me too, I’ll see you later. Goodnight, El.”

“Goodnight, Doll.” (Y/N) cheeks glow a soft (S/C) before slipping her hands out of Spinel’s hold. A blinding white light invades the pink-colored gem sight as she watches (Y/N) teleport away. Once the light cleared away, Spinel fell back gently against the door. A goofy smile stretches across her face as she looked up at the moon; the pink girl places her hands over her gem sighing happily. Today was perfect, she couldn’t imaging ending it any other way.

“You should have kissed her you dip.” A voice calls out bluntly. Spinel stiffens up as she looks to her left and sees Amethyst staring at her from the window eating a sandwich. Steven then pops right up with starry eyes beaming with joy.

“That was so cute! I told you, you were going to do great!” Steven shouts out proudly bouncing in place. Pearl and Garnet soon popped up too from their hiding spots. Garnet had the biggest smile Spinel ever witness while Pearl seem embarrassed that their cover was blown.

“O-oh Spinel, you are back! We weren’t eavesdropping or anything.” Pearl lies giggling nervously.

“Yes, we were. It was your idea.” Amethyst corrected earning herself a scowl from the pale gem.

“H-how long h-have yall been there?” Spinel stammers feeling herself ready to pass out.

“The whole time.” Garnet answers happy, smiling even harder. Spinel reaches up and clenches the front of her hat, she pulled it down over her eyes and she slid down the door in humiliation. Good grief.

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[shunsuiken]

Heyo! Can I request some headcanons for Kuroo and Kenma with an female!girlfried who has a personality like Tsukishima? Salty, sassy, introverted with cat like tendencies and a secret cuddle monster? I need some fluff because of things happening at my end and it would be great if you chose to write it whenever you can! Thanks a lot! Have a nice day :)

my heart melted at reading this omgwjxjwbxj its so cute thanks for requesting <3

kuroo and kenma having a female s/o who has a personality like tsukkishima.

—kuroo tetsurou.

oh hes gonna tease you

like 95% of the time

i guess its natural for him to tease somebody who looks so stone cold but is an actual sweetheart behind closed doors

like he remembered this one time you invited him over and literally on the way home you were just (¬_¬) but the minute you and him were in your room you turned into (*´∀｀*)

and kuroo just what

he was so confused at first and then he noticed girlfriend over here seemed a lot like one of his new friends from karasuno 🤔

obvi it was the colder side of you that reminded him more of tsukki OH RIGHT TSUKKI!!! you reminded him of tsukki!!

just from realising that he was able to learn how to adapt to both sides of you quickly, being cautious of his surroundings because he knew you weren’t comfy with pda in public

you preferred to keep all the cute things in private. nobody really saw this open and more vulnerable side of you other than a few childhood friends who ended up in highschool with you

so you obviously trusted kuroo a lot to appear in front of him like this, all smiley and clingy

and whenever you do have time together, alone, he becomes all giddy and :( you’ve wanted to hug him properly since this morning but its pretty difficult to get some alone time at school

“sorry we couldn’t hug earlier,” you’ll mumble into his chest

“don’t worry about it, i’ll always wait for you” he’ll kiss your forehead and start talking about how much he misses touching your soft hair or your cute smile like bitch will pour his heart out for you on the spot. then he’ll realise how flustered you look and is like “sorry, too much?”

but youre completely okay with it since youre both alone, kissing his cheek to let him know that its okay

sometimes when kuroo passes by you in the hallway, he’ll sneakily tap on your shoulder to get a reaction out of you

cus if he can’t kiss you or hug you whenever he sees you,,, what else is he gonna do??

you’ll obvi give him your signature death stare but its that ‘loving’ death stare you only make, just for him :)

kuroo also likes your reactions to physical affection

you are such a blushy baby 🥺 theres never a time where you don’t end up all red after speaking with him

“baby” “yeah?” “you’re cute” “w- what” like he says shit like this when you’re playing with his bedhead he’ll never bother combing down and sometimes you get so shy you accidentally pull on his hair 🥴

he’ll defs ask for kisses as an apology btw and in private obvi. “kisses!!! give me a kiss baby!! its what i deserve!!”

and omg it is what he deserves 🥺 and you defs give him those kisses he wants, youre a lil awkward but that only makes everything cuter

—kozume kenma.

yall are literally the SAME type of person 😭😭 sometimes yall don’t even have to explain why you’re uncomfy about things cus.... yall get it

so its defs more convenient

like at school obvi you guys greet each other but you guys don’t act like a couple at school

yall act like best friends!!! like best friends without any mutual pining yknow??? thats how platonic you guys looked in the beginning

after a while you two defs wanted more from each other tho

so kenma starts paying attention to you more at school, in terms of like, smiling at you when he sees you and sometimes,, omg sometimes he’d fix your hair if the hallway isn’t too full

SCREECH thats so cute

so by this time, people were obviously starting to know yall were taken by each other LMAOO but yall still looked like best friends, just, with the mutual pining now 💀

nobody realises yall are dating like the only person who knew was like kuroo, then the entire nekoma vbc because kuroo told yaku who then told lev who then told-

yeah you get the point

NOW

when yalls two are at home 😳🤚🏼

suddenly you two are all over each other???

you’d prolly be at his house. when he plays his video games you kinda just cuddle his back

kenma warmth is best warmth

and while hes waiting for his friends (kuroo & some other online friends) to join the server

or if hes just waiting for the game to load he likes to turn around and give you pecks on your lips, cheeks, whatever youre comfortable with honestly

and you gotta make sure hes comfortable w giving you kisses too LMAOO and receiving them as well !!

i bet theres gonna be this one time where kuroo’s gonna show up at kenma’s unannounced and when he opens the door,,, yalls were literally tangled in between each others limbs

like putting the image of you guys at school then the image of you guys at home next to each other is so different. kuroo was shocked with how touchy you both were with each other

that was probably the first time he had seen his best friend hug a girl jejdjsjd

kenmas defs gonna be satisfied with how you both grew with each other in the relationship tho

youre super happy to be with him 🥺

[foryouthegays]

First Meeting [Dream SMP] liveblog and summary w/ timestamps lets gooo

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Enjoy!

Summary:

Techno starts the stream in his house. He talks to chat and about the stream, and eventually starts talking to Phil. They go over the Syndicate book and make some copies. While finding chickens, Niki asks Techno where he is, and says she wants to meet with him. Techno tells her to “follow the suspicious compass.” After a few minutes, she finds their house, and is invited inside. She reads the book and agrees to join the Syndicate.

While talking, Techno spots Ranboo spying on them, and goes outside to ask what he’s doing. Techno asks how much Ranboo heard, and Niki asks if he’s not allowed to know.

Ranboo questions her logic and says that if you want to keep a secret, you really shouldn’t be going around asking if someone’s allowed to know something. Techno agrees, and decides to ask Ranboo if he wants to join the Syndicate. He agrees.

After a few minutes of talking, and a quick sellout timer, they bring Ranboo and Niki to the lava pool, and Phil jumps in. It’s the new way to the meeting room, and a trust test. They go the the meeting room, which looks amazing, and start their first meeting with discussion about The Egg.

Techno says that he’ll talk to people and learn more about the Egg. He starts talking about a new government forming to the West of L’Manburg. They agree to investigate the rumors.

Before they leave, Ranboo reveals that Tommy died, to mixed reactions. Techno’s indifferent at worst, excited at best, and the others are in denial, and need to see a body to believe it.

They leave to go to Snowchester, and start talking to Tubbo. After some conversation, they agree that Snowchester isn’t a government, and Tubbo invites them to see his crater. They’re impressed, and say that they’ll call him if they ever need to kill a god. They go back to Snowchester and the prison, and Techno breaks part of the roof for fun.

Eventually, they make it back home. They tear down the dirt fortress in front of their yard, and then Techno ends the stream.

Times of Note (loreish):

3:45 Phil joins the call

7:00 he shows the updated Syndicate book, which reads:

This Syndicate is formed to serve as a network for fellow Anarchists to meet, exchange information, and cooperate in the mutual pursuit of Anarchy and the fight against Tyranny.

We shall have no Leader; no Member shall be compelled to act against their will. No Member shall reveal information about the Syndicate to outsiders.

Technoblade shall serve as the Recruiter to induce new Members into the Syndicate with Approval from a majority of Members.

14:20 Niki asks where Techno is.

16:20 Niki shows up at their door and joins the call.

20:40 Ranboo is spotted spying on them.

34:20 they start bringing Ranboo and Niki to the meeting room.

36:50 syndicate room reveal

37:40 he shows their code names, which are

Technoblade - Protesilalus

Phil - Zephyrus

??? - Harpocrates

48:15 Ranboo reveals that Tommy is dead.

Times of Note (just bc fun lmao):

1:30, 2:02, 2:07 he clap :]

22:09 a deep friendship :) aww thank you! That was adorable

26:45 ‘reblog’ techno r. R u on tumblr technoblade

30:50, 1:00:50, 1:33:30 Sellout timer my beloved

Tubbo dies 6 times before he manages to say that someone trapped him im gonna cry this is amazing

1:03:53 Du du duuu

1:07:05 TECHNOLAUGH TECHNOLAUGH TECHNOLAUGH!!!!

1:23:55 2 4 6. 8 who do we appreciate not the government yeahh

1:33:40 technosneeze?

Liveblog:

Startinggg the streammm my beloved

1:15 ‘well at least im gonna get valuable feedback from my chat, lets see what theyre saying. Late, late, late late late, late’ GOD ive missed his humor

3:45 philza minecraft philza minecraft philza minecraft

Techno has 6 mil subscribers and still doesnt know how to stream. I love him <3

6:00 ah yes, fences, the best way to stop snow

7:00 syndicate book my beloved

7:35 ‘when you have to do a group project in school, do you form a temporary government to get it done?’ S;ALKSDJFALKSDFJA technoblade my beloved

8:20 ‘listen, my high school understandin’ of philosophy will easily defeat the average viewers middle school understandin’’ FGHSKJDLA love he

Techno n philzas interactions r just. So good

16:20 NIKI!!!!!!! Oh my gosh he just closes the door in her face im gkjfhsdla

17:05 ‘im not a fool, im not a foolish fool who doesnt test things before he does them on stream’ love he

17:35 was v sir billiam voice

God technos humor is just. 10/10

Currently obsessed w how in canon niki is like, probably a bit scared of techno n then she goes over there and hes like. Do u think i can bring steve to the syndicate like his image is SO different from how he acts in the arctic i love it

22:55 ‘i would NEVER hurt another human being’ mhm sure techno

Mmmm technos voice when he starts asking people bout anarchy my beloved

Techno rlly does just say things doesnt he. Like i say that abt tommy a lot but techno just. Does he think? Yes. Does he just ramble abt whatever he wants? Also yes

13:10 Obsessed w how fast he ran when the sellout timer went off

32:05 BIG fan of this dono, it’s from J.J.M. Nobody for 50$ and it says ‘You know a hero once associated with pigs lead an army against tyranny.In fact he was supposed to be immortal, if he didnt commit a grevious sin. It made the voice in his head leave him to die. You wouldnt know anything about that?right Tydeus?’

Also i love how technos horrible upload/stream schedule is just him hibernating in canon

36:50 YOOOO THE SYNDICATE ROOM LOOKS SO GOOD

39:28 guys what if i stole phils code name and made it zephyris instead of zephyrus /hj (also who do yall think Harpocrates is?)

Obsessed w how obvious technos trying to make it that theyre not the good guys like the symbol being a wither? The room being all dark n stuff? They have to get in through l a v a? Love it. 10/10 would join

41:15 ‘its a meetin’ room, lets have our first meeting. So, uh, what the fuck is up with the egg, dude?’ GJKHDFSL phil is so good

42:05 OBSESSED with how, canonically, the egg wasnt able to take hold of techno or ranboo bc their heads r already so full of voices

44:10 the TIMING of tubbo dying when theyre talkin bout his place is hilarious

48:25 ‘dream..beat him to death’ ‘yoooo thats a pog’ GDHJKFL TECHNOBLADE

1:02:20 POTATO ROOM SELLOUT LETS GOOOO

1:07:05 HE LAUGH!!!!!! HE LAUGH!! ! ! !

Techno making fun of tubbos tunnel is so good im gonna cry ‘if i were to give any constructive criticism id say that your tunnel SUCKS’ (1:07:50)

1:21:20 why is ther ejust. A random piston ;akdjlafja

[shattered-catalyst]

OCD Subtypes for the RPC

Part 1 is here

Well well well, we are back for Part 2 of the Roleplayer’s Guide to OCD.

Fellow Ocd Folks, I see you in those tags and I'm going to do my best to ensure those obsessions are represented here- BUT understand that physically it is not going to be possible to list every single one because I am one person.  Regardless its incredibly brave of you all to rb and add things in the tags, I know its hard to talk about this shit and I see you. I see you.

Resultantly I typed this out and posted it in formatting to assist with accessibility in mind; if you cannot read it still ( I tried Im sorry!) i recommend the copy and paste method or getting the chrome extension bee-line reader.

 There will be grammatical and spelling mistakes. Im sure spacing is odd some places, but you have to understand doing this is extremely anxiety provoking for me so Im just getting it done when I can.

Remember to use your critical thinking; not everyone has the same symptoms/compulsions/triggers and all that.

OCD is fluid. Its like liquid mercury. One day its a handful of subtypes another day its another different serving.

If you are in general squicked about certain topics even by mention read ahead with your own judgement. Remember us folks that have OCD have many disturbing and distressing experiences so if you are writing a character who has OCD and you can’t read about it just don’t give them that obsessive thought/ compulsion. Make sure writing is still a safe and enjoyable hobby for yourself first and foremost.

But ethically and morally I cannot and will not leave out the more disturbing bits. You have the ability to scroll by, I and many others do not get the chance to escape triggering content that our own mind creates.

So read ahead with your best judgement or at least skip around the squicky parts and educate yourself on what OCD is so people quite using it as a Obsessive Christmas/Corgi/Cat Disorder thing. Alright? Cool beans.

Okay so you made it passed post 1 and got under the read more. Give yourself a gold star for diving into this monster of a document.

Below is a crash course it is not meant to replace actual psychoeducation, personal research, or google. Honestly most of us do our research extensively but because OCD is treated so horribly by social media, media, and society in general.

I wasn’t sure where to throw these together because the education tools to learn fully about OCD are very specialized and thus very restricted. I found that many people DO have these experiences with OCD though so I will represent them throughout. I’ll also sprinkle some of my own experiences so you can get a good reference of a person who has the disorder and not just a randomly generated person.

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So OCD is made up of Obsessions, Trigger, Intrusive thought, Misinterpretation/feared consequence,Somatic and Psychological Anxiety, and Compulsions/Rituals.

Your character may not be able to list all of these. In fact if they aren't in ERP therapy they may not be able to puzzle these things out. But YOU as the writer should know them. Your character won’t be walking around talking to just ANYONE that they have OCD. Remember a huge aspect of OCD is it’s Shame.  The disorder makes us feel intense shame regarding our intrusive thoughts, as a result OCD goes undiagnosed for years especially if it has pediatric onset.

  We won’t tell anyone what we are experiencing or why we are doing x y or z. We act like nothing is wrong because to emotionally react is to admit to yourself- and therefore the world- that you have had this intrusive thought and are therefore by virtue a horrible person.[For further information I would suggest also researching PANDAS].

It may be noticeable if your character has an intrusive thought. They may wince or grimace or roll their eyes certainly, but they won’t open up to Joe at the cafe about how their brain is constantly torturing them. I apparently have a very noticeable eye twitch.

 Depending on the nature of the intrusive thought it will get more or less of a reaction out of me. Its usually dependent on how distressing the intrusive thought is and/or if its a new one.

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You see OCD doesn’t sit still. It never looks the same. You’ll have your long haul intrusive thoughts that are with you for years but then you’ll have weird ass ones that just appear and demand their voice be heard yelling about cars hitting people or squirrels getting eaten.

Some people have similar ones! So while everyone is different there will always be someone out there with an intrusive thought similar to yours.

 For instance; I bonded emotionally with a lady on reddit because we both have intrusive thoughts during storms that animals and the homeless are dying. We were both horribly relieved to find another person and also distressed that every snow or rain storm brings horrible images and whispers to your mind that while you are warm and snug in bed someone is freezing to death. And its all your fault.

Some days are better than others. As with all mental illnesses it isn’t CONSTANT ALARM BELLS. Some days it will be all alarms and other days it will be like a gentle whisper on the breeze. You can almost not notice it. Almost.

Obsessive thoughts run the gauntlet from ‘i will/could have/may/may accidentally harm etc’ something that you hold of value. This is any obsessive thought that you have: you think about repeatedly and not by choice, it is very anxiety provoking, it is unwanted, and unwelcome.

 Mine run the scale from ‘squirrel will be murdered’ to ‘being responsible for harm’.

Compulsions or ‘rituals’ are any behavior done to alleviate the anxiety from the intrusive thought and trigger object. In short, compulsions and rituals are not fun. they are absolutely not logical, and we know they are not logical but we are forced to do them. Thats why its a disorder. 

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To emphasize from post 1: magical thinking and the faulty link between thoughts and actions are hallmarks of OCD.  Magical thinking can be anything from contamination to if I turn around three times or stare really hard at something the bad thing wont happen. Sounds weird and is weird and we know it is thats why its a disorder and not a delusion.

The faulty belief that thought=action is the biggest hurdle it is incredibly difficult to grasp, at least for me maybe some of you that have done further ERP can attest, that the mere concept of a thought not being the same as an action is completely and totally mind blowing.

Free will? Yeah thats terrifying. IDK about anyone else but free will is absolutely terrifying; what do you mean i could do anything i wanted?

Thats how you face OCD(WITH A TRAINED THERAPIST). You give in to ambiguity and the unknown. Its breaking that link between thought and action. Its incredibly difficult and draining. A five minute exposure leaves me in shatters for a week and two five minute ones had me ripping my nails past the nail beds with anxiety.

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Just a reminder: Do not have your character expose themself or expose folks with OCD to a trigger to “ help us get over with”. That is literally forcing someone with a mental illness into a break down and is not helpful. In fact its worse because a person knows about this intrusive thought and they tried to make it real. More shame and some trauma. 

If you have OCD, more likely than not a family member or significant other has tried this with the purest of intentions. But it never works like that. Theres a reason that therapists get special training for this. If people want a post on ERP I can make one at some point. 

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Actually let’s drag me with the squirrel thing as the example- fellow OCD Folks get out a pen and paper and try breaking down one of yours;

Obsession:Squirrel will be murdered

Trigger: seeing a squirrel

 Intrusive thought: Graphic images of a squirrel being murdered by a hawk/ impaling depending on the day

Misinterpretation/feared consequence: Squirrel will be killed and its all my fault

Somatic and Psychological Anxiety:intense anxiety, palms sweating, heart racing,

Compulsions/Rituals: Must stare at the squirrel to prevent bad things from happening, 

Now imagine if that is every time you see a fucking squirrel. You have somehow become completely and totally transfixed on a squirrel and nothing is going to pull your attention away or the squirrel dies- which your mind is giving you lovely images of btw.

Cute right?

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Below are the subtypes with general information/example thoughts/ and how some of these have impacted me socially because apparently some people dont understand that mental illnesses impact their social lives?? yall...

Social: This can range from ‘ i am constantly thinking i did something wrong so i have to ask for reassurance that we are still friends’ to completely unrealistic worries. Maybe its an intrusive thought that ‘ your voice is annoying them’ . There’s reassurance seeking, internal and external checking.

 It makes friendships extremely difficult and exhausting. You’re not trying to get to know someone with an annoying frat boy egging on anxiety in your brain. This can also manifest as having strict rules for yourself and ethical codes. 

My therapist likes to say she could give us (folks with OCD) a pile of hundred dollar bills and come back and they’d all be returned. Because OCD makes you so strict and morally confined. Which ISNT fun. Like I dont get pleasure over having to memorize the entire Code of Conduct!

Social Media: Its the bane of human existence some days and a lifeline the next. But what if everytime your follower count was an odd/even number it sent you into a panic attack. What if you spent all your time with intrusive thoughts that somehow someone misinterpreted a post or that someone is going to be harmed by a post you made about tapirs. 

You may be forced to block people to get your number down or keep pornbots on your blog to keep your number what you like (see there is a use for them! We sacrifice those before actual users!) You may be refreshing your page every second because ‘what if you miss a message’. It's going to look a lot like ‘check check check check reassure yourself double check your posts check check check reassure check check FALSE MEMORY check your post etc’

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Clothing/Body Image: When its not Body Dysmorphia it can be OCD. Sometimes this looks like I obsess about a body part and therefore I choose my clothes/hairstyles to hide those.  Some personal examples: as a kid I was sure that mind readers exist ( THIS IS AN OCD THING TOO I was so relieved to find that out) and that if i didnt wear  a particular hat they would see all these horrible thoughts and it would be revealed what an awful person I was. So I wore the same dumb ass bucket hat for a year (or more I cannot remember but it was a long ass time).

I was once so fixated on being given a compliment on my eye color that I wore sunglasses (even at night) to a summer camp. And if any of those teen girls in that cabin that stood up and mocked me in a crowded lunch hall by singing ‘i wear my sunglasses at night’ you all owe me 40$.

Even younger still I had intrusive thoughts. Like say, if anyone noticed I was female that i would be kidnapped so I chopped my hair very short. I altered my appearance to be very androgynous and even switched to walking more masculine. Because omg if your hips move someones going to kill you thats just how it works. ( It doesnt help I later figured out I was a lesbian)

Your wardrobe may be impacted by OCD and yes so can your body image.

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Also yes the fear of mind readers is also a thing; i always thought I was somehow faking OCD because yes that is also a…..

Faking: Do you value telling the truth? Do you detest lying ? Boy Howdy do I have some news for you. OCD is going to try and convince you that YOU LIED. Whether it was on a chastity pledge to get a free sandwich or in a conversation you just HAD. This links a lot with false memory OCD.

Another aspect is OCD makes us doubt we have OCD and tries to convince us we have any other diagnosis under the sun and we are obviously faking our OCD.

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Sexual Orientation OCD; It is as it is called. Sexual Orientation OCD is what happens when your brain goes ‘hold on what if you’re not this orientation what if you are THAT’. It doesn’t matter where on the LGBT umbrella you fall you will have OCD trying to convince you otherwise. From compulsive staring at members of the same/opposite gender to compulsively reassuring or checking with yourself to ensure that ‘ no no you are in fact THIS orientation.’ 

This can range in behavior from binge watching porn, staring compulsively to check that there is OR is NOT attraction,self checking past experiences and memories, analyzing your clothing and your lifestyle in painful and intricate methods.

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False Memory OCD; False memory OCD is basically your brain sitting you in a noir interrogation room, handcuffing you to a chair grilling you. It demands that you did *insert bad thing here*. This can range from anything from something Harm based to pretty much *anything* from other OCD subtypes. Which is quite delightful really.

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Sensorimotor OCD; Sensorimotor OCD is obsessive body responses. These can be ‘ I have to cough really hard and really feel it right in my chest and if I can’t get it right I have to cough until I do’. This can be counting your heartbeats. Trying to check yourself that you in fact have a heart and checking and reassuring that it is still beating. It can be hyper-awareness of swallowing or even swallowing repeatedly. It is anything with selective attention; ie its an automated process but your OCD is forcing you to be aware of it.

Your OCD makes you aware of the sensation of, say, breathing, and then it convinces you that if you stop paying attention to it you will stop breathing. So now you’re horribly aware and focused solely on breathing and breathing alone. It keeps me up most nights with the pounding anxiety fueled by the pressure of ‘if you stop focusing on breathing you will stop breathing completely’ or waiting to feel that last heartbeat in your chest. 

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Existential OCD; You ever feel existential ? Existential OCD is like having a very aggressive existential crisis that turns you into NEEDING answers IMMEDIATELY. This can look anything from hours panic scrolling the net to panic inducing anxiety because you don't know what happens after death. The thoughts are like foghorns on a misty sea.

This sounds basic and the only example i can give is as a teeny tiny 7 year old I had a panic attack in bed screaming that ‘ what if im a dinosaur and im asleep and i wake up and my whole family is GONE’.

To be fair I did like dinosaurs a lot.

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Harm OCD; This is pretty self explanatory but I will give more details. Harm OCD is OCD demanding that you will/could/can/may have/might harmed yourself/others/any living creature and that you alone are responsible. 

This means anything from getting anxious driving over crosswalks because ‘what if you dont see one and hit someone and its all your fault and you hit someone go back and make sure you havent hit anyone’ to ‘im holding a knife so im going to accidentally stab someone’ to ‘ i didnt see my cat this morning and now im at work and think she must be dead and i am responsible for her demise.’

 It can be as simple as ‘if i use a pencil i will stab myself in the eye’ or as complex as ‘ i may accidentally say a slur’/ ‘ i am going to say this horrible thing out loud if i cannot control myself.’ It can also be images of terror or racist/sexist/ableist jokes in your mind that repeat like a broken record.

(Please note from section 1 that this is extremely anxiety provoking and not something you would do. OCD preys on what we respect the most.)

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pOCD; Tumblr listen the fuck up because I am tired of seeing people get called shit on this website for having this mental illness. People who experience pOCD are not pedophiles, they do not get any pleasure or benefit. The thoughts and images are meant to induce harm to the person experiencing them. Children are normally the trigger for this and the resulting images can be very graphic. Again you aren’t attracted to children- thoughts of them getting harmed hurt you so your OCD makes you see them.

Know this so you can advocate for folks with pOCD in real life. Remember we are here. We are suffering and we are terrified of your children.

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Poisoning others/or in your food; Life isn’t medieval anymore but sometimes OCD demands we have a food taster or that we obsessively worry that we may kill someone with our cooking. Personally I struggle with colorblindness so I am constantly fretful over cooking any sort of meat so it’s difficult for me to cook it.

 However this also comes as; obsessive horrible thoughts of your cooking kill someone or that you have somehow/accidentally poisoned someone’s food (even if you haven’t touched it or been within a foot of it ) or that someone has poisoned YOUR food even if no one has touched it except you. You’re going to be picking apart your food or unable to eat out at all.

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Emotional Contamination: It’s similar to magical thinking and this terrifying prospect of mind readers. Emotional contamination can manifest as anything from intense worry over somehow gaining someone else’s negative personality traits.

 Or that somehow by interacting with any role of someone horrible will make YOU somehow also responsible for the horribleness.  There is usually a person or a type of person that is a trigger, but it can also be location based.

 This is one subtype where magical thinking and superstition are apparent.  

For instance; as a teen if a male was in my space or had physical contact;like shaking hands,giving a high five, being in my room etc. I would have to go around and physically touch all the objects that I perceive they may have also touched as a way to cancel out their presence. 

This includes wiping off myself to negate even the touch of family members. It really hurts peoples feelings, my father was especially hurt by this.

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Physical Contamination: This goes beyond physical dirt and grime. Most of us dont have spotless homes because if you’re having a fist fight with your brain everyday cleaning falls by the wayside just like it would for anyone else. Physical contamination holds 2 things: physical contamination obsessions AND compulsive cleaning behaviors/rituals. We believe that a small amount of a contaminate can cover large surfaces.

 Oh, and did I mention its not JUST dirt/germs/viruses. The list is expansive but heres a mixed bag of what they can be: sticky substances,dead animals,glitter (FUCKING GLITTER),negative words or language,colors, numbers, surfaces in general, food, people, and activities.  There is also a hyper responsibility to protect yourself and others from ‘contamination’.

Strangely there is a magical separation between the contaminated world and the ‘clean’ one. Spaces designated as clean would be a bedroom/bathroom/workspace where you are most active. That space is where the compulsions and intrusive thoughts occur. Its not I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME. Otherwise I would be working cleaning houses because why the hell not amiright?

A real world example from a colleague would be a young man with physical contamination OCD is struck with such intrusive thoughts about cleaning that they refuse to allow anyone in their room or any animals in their home. But they are not able to even flush the toilet, take out the trash, wash dishes, or do garbage because of their intrusive thoughts.

The most famous would be compulsive hand washing but I feel it is important to also note OTHER aspects of physical contamination because everyone sees the hand scrubbing stereotype. 

Other compulsions include intricate rituals, not touching the floor (i played X-treme the floor is lava during college. I couldnt let my feet touch the floor because it was ‘dirty’),excessive showering (2-8+ hour showers guys, 8 hour showers. Thats what we’re talking about.)

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Relationship OCD: This comes as no surprise that yes you will have intrusive thoughts that you are somehow harming/ will harm/ may accidentally harm your significant other. Whether that be by physical or emotional means. It can look like ‘ I may have lied to her about how much I love her’, ‘ i may not actually love her and I may be leading her on’, and ‘ I must be corrupting her’. These can extend to certain physical activities with false memory OCD as a cherry on top. A great finishing garnish to leave you feeling absolutely dismayed and unable to trust your own perception.

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Scrupulosity: Religion! Whatever that may be! Its a thing with OCD.  With Scrupulosity obsessive thoughts run all over the board from; you committed a sin and forgot about it you monster to having to pray continuously/ a certain time/ until its right. What is right?Ask OCD that’s the only person who knows. 

We are fairly certain my grandfather had OCD because he went to church for every single Catholic Mass. Every single day. Every. Single. Day.  That’s not a healthy amount of attendance(I'm calling you out posthumously because I care Robert!). This can also look like: praying a certain amount of times. Praying until you do it ‘right’. Confessing every single potential sin. Cataloguing and dwelling over ‘sinful’ things. 

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Symmetry or Just Right OCD: Symmetry OCD is the runner up for ‘most likely recognized on tv shows’ award.

Symmetry OCD convinces you that if *insert thing here* isnt symmetrical or ‘just right’ (a magical position or number of objects that makes 0 logical sense) that something bad will happen.

This can range from the known; rearranging things. But it also looks like buying more objects until you reach the right amount and even throwing out objects if theres ‘too many’.

It can range from ‘the walls are percievably not straight so now i avoid that room at all costs otherwise i will be trapped traveling the edges of the wall with my eyes otherwise it will fall in and murder us ALL.’ to ‘ this historical bust is one inch off to the left and now all i see is visions of it breaking against the ground.’

So that is what I have time for. 9 pages on subtypes and basic information. If you find yourself wanting me information all of this is easily accessible online. So go, be free and dont ever compare people to Monk again. Write Batman and Scott Summers with OCD. Give us ACTUAL representation and not throw away joke lines. We are here. Our suffering isnt funny. We deserve representation too.

[alittleemo]

I wanted to leave valentine asks in all of your inboxes but it’s late and im tired so im making an appreciation type post instead!!!! long post under the cut bc i dont want to subject yall to that lol

@shades-of-blue- faith you add so much positivity to my day and you show so much love for me and all of your other mutuals and i hope you know how lovely you are <3 i love your art series and how positively u interact w your mutuals and followers, and seeing u in my notifications reminds me that other people are interested in what im saying and it really means a lot to me so thank u, sending u all of my love <3

@lunawedlers- audrey you bring so many new movies and shows to my dash and i adore it. you are so kind and supportive of others and your talent is out of this world and it brightens my day to interact w you or even see u on my dash and u deserve the world and all of its beauty. I may have no idea still what the plot of succession is but i thought i saw Tom when i was watching Star Wars the other day and thought of u and i think thats what love is yk? (it wasnt actually him but its the thought that counts <3). i love u sm bestie, im rlly glad we’re friends <3

@12monthoctober- grace you have always been one of my fav mutuals, you show so much consideration for others and your enthusiasm for the AO3 remakes brings me so much joy and u are such a friendly, supportive, and caring force on my dash and i love u and miss u. you were one of my first mutuals and quite honestly in the early months i was on tumblr and we were mutuals were able to ground me and bring me so much joy and ive stolen so much of my music taste from skam nt and the fact we already had similar tastes rlly enhances the vibe. I love seeing u on my dash and on my Spotify bar and i hope u are doing well, i love u sm <3 

@lesbeanfatou- clara you provide such a chaotic and kind whirlwind force on my dash everyday, and your boundless love for all of your friends and followers is so wonderful to behold. literally the joy i had in u immediately following me back and interacting w me in the beginning meant the world to me and i hope u know im here for u always. your love for 1d passed on to me and now i actually follow the convo when ppl talk abt them and my sister and bestie love me for it and ive saved too many of ur reaction images to use myself so ty for that too <3 love u queen u deserve the sun and all of her stars

@coffee-and-moo- grace i literally cannot describe how much joy i get from seeing your Star Wars and marvel posts on my dash, u share and encapsulate so many of my fav interests that i feel like we were destined to be mutuals. your enthusiasm inspires me and i love seeing u on my dash and in my notes—i feel like at this point we are equally spam liking each other’s posts and i love u sm for it bc i see posts to rn specifically for u now lol. you are so lovely and sweet and i hope the world is treating u well and i love u <3

@pianoandcookiedoughlover- you’re such a lovely presence on my dash, and it means so much to me that u took time to check on me after some of my rant posts, j the feeling of knowing other people care enough to check in and your calm, rational way of looking at situations was so important to me. im so excited for skam colorado s2 and i hope you’re doing well and ily <3 (also ive taken to calling u honey in my head bc of ur profile pic color/bc u have no name displayed lol but if u would prefer smth else lmk!!)

@maade-of-stardust- val you were my first mutual and literally the rush i got from a person following me for the first time fueled me for weeks. we don’t talk a lot but i love seeing u on my dash and your fics are incredible and deserve so much love and attention considering all of the love you’re put into them. I hope you are doing well, there are so many people who love and care for u and i love u <3

@paint-dreamscapes-on-the-wall- iris you are such a sweet person, and i still havent forgotten how u took time to give me phoebe bridgers recommendations when i didnt expect to get any—your thoughtfulness and excellent music choices really brightened my life a lot. i happened to find skam boston in the middle of quarantine (may or June i think??), and waiting for your updates everyday grounded me and added a sense of stability to my life as i watched graciela navigate her season. u are such a lovely being and i love u a lot <3

@fakieu- aj u are so creative and your sense of humor is immaculate and you have been such a positive influence on me (that sounds weird lmao but fr your calmness and creativity have inspired me and helped me so much). skam dc was the first remake i actually listened to with music, and i j have to say literally my music taste this summer was almost entirely stolen from u, so i appreciate that a lot. I hope you’re doing well and that school isnt beating u down to much, love u <3

@womenstan and @nori-in-pink- we haven’t interacted a lot but both of u are so sweet and the support u have for your friends and the enthusiasm u have for others is so affirming and rlly helped me feel like people cared about what i had to say here. em- it meant the world to me that u actually made something out of my gif suggestions, i have lots of ideas bouncing around but actually seeing them was mind blowing and i loved them. courtney- i love the cheerfulness u bring to my dash and u are such a lovely soul and i hope u are both doing well

[joontier]

The King’s Guard | Chapter 6

pairings: kim seokjin x reader ; jeon jungkook x reader ; min yoongi x reader

series rating: R(18+) | genre: angst, forbidden love

warnings: none to note really 

word count: 4.8k

g/n: I MADE A NEW BANNER slkdfslfs; also here’s some tiny history to Yeongkwan and Misun and if you get how they’re all connected.... MUAHAHAHAHAHA *continues laughing evilly in the corner as I rub my hands together* HEH yalls better get ur close reading glasses on skfksldfl 

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 6

Once, there was a timid, young boy who was often misunderstood as misanthropic because of his reserved character. He preferred playing on his own than with the other children, he found amusement in what children of his age would usually find mundane. It wasn’t the other children’s fault either that their company wasn’t enjoyable for him.

Even at a young age, the little boy seemed to find happiness in the little things. He often spent his time alone in deep thought, wondering how things came to be as they currently were. The small boy was curious about the things that didn’t even seem to matter due to the laws of naturality.

He loved looking up in the sky, even if it hurt his eyes; he liked the breeze, the way the dawn’s crisp air hits his face; he enjoyed hiding between tall stalks of corn and rice, watching little bugs move up and down the stems. He was entertained with the way the flowers bloomed, and took pleasure in watching the fish in the rivers swim away when he dipped a finger in.

He was simply observant. Different, as it may have seemed to others, but he would not have it any other way.

On a particularly windy day, he decided that it was the best time to bring out the kite he had long wished for. His father had made it specially just for his birthday, and the little boy was beyond elated to have received such a gift. He always took it with him when they went to the farm where his parents worked and among the lush, green grass, he would spend most of his day playing and watching and observing.

The young boy, having held a kite for the first time in his life, fumbled with the diamond-shaped paper toy, unraveling the thread that had been haphazardly spun around the kite in his haste that morning. As he feels the soft breeze slowly fading, he hurries with his toy, successfully getting the kite to fly higher than he had usually seen with the other kids.

A particularly strong gust of wind caught him off guard, and the poor boy struggled to follow the direction of the wind as he kept an eye of the thread. Preoccupied with figuring out how to save his kite, he failed to take notice of a small mound of soil by his feet. The little boy eventually tripped and fell backward, knocking down someone else with him as he fell.

The boy’s eyes widened in panic. Abruptly, he got on his knees, head bowed down as he apologized profusely. He instantly hears the stern reminders of his parents in his head, telling him to always take precaution wherever he went for the land he was playing on was not their own, and they were mere farmers stepping on the grounds of their generous master.

Eyes closed in anticipation of an imminent punishment, the boy slightly trembled in his knelt position, fists balled to anticipate the pain that was to come. Nothing happened though, save the sound of the dewy grass getting squished under the weight of something.

The young boy pried one eye open, surprised to see a girl’s shoes peeking from a mud-spoilt silk dress in front of him. All the more anxious after realizing that he had accidentally toppled a girl over, the boy bows further to the ground, face only mere inches away from the soil.

He felt the girl step closer as she dusted off her clothes. The stranger asked if he was okay. Unable to hold his reaction in, the boy looked up at her, brows furrowed in confusion. He was the one who had knocked her over, and yet she was the one asking if he was okay. Who was she? Why was she concerned with his well-being? Wary, the boy remained silent, staring at the girl. She held a hand out to help him get up, but as the boy figured his palms were probably covered in dirt, he ignored the girl’s extended arm and got up on his own.

Shrugging, she retracted her hand back to her side. As they finally got to eye level, the pair stared at each other as they studied each other’s features. The girl tilted her head to the right in curiosity with the boy following the same action. Amused, the continues moving after that watching as the stranger in front of her mirrored her actions. “What’s your name?” the girl asked, subconsciously tipping her head to the side. The boy purses his lips in thought first, then answers her question, “My name is Jeon Yeongkwan. And yours?” 

The girl’s face lights up and Yeongkwan finds himself reciprocating the warm action. “Hello Jeon Yeongkwan. I’m Min Misun. It’s nice to meet you.”

The sudden giggle that escapes his wife’s lips pulls him out of his treacherous reverie. Sighing quietly, he watches his wife listen intently to the king animatedly telling the story of his life. If he just wasn’t so preoccupied with trying to drown out the thoughts that have ultimately betrayed him, he would have listened as well, as this was the first time he had seen the king talk with this much enthusiasm.

The children, even at their very young ages, had practically inhaled all their food, taking more than enough servings from the generous amount of food which had been prepared just for the five of them. Yeongkwan, on the contrary, had completely lost interest in the food, picking at the small cube of beef on his bowl. With nothing else left to distract him as the king had brought toys for the kids to play with at the other side of the room, the poor husband was forced to listen to the conversation on the table – almost feeling as if it was he who was disturbing the two.

As he watches the king’s eyes twinkle with delight as he talks to Misun, Yeongkwan’s own lower with sadness. The fine china in front of him suddenly piques his interest and as he studies the intricate patterns inside the ceramic bowl, he is once again reminded of the kind of life Misun was born into – the life she deserved.

Min Misun was a woman born into nobility, and Yeongkwan had gone through a lot of beating because of their relationship. Of course, a son of a mere farmer and the daughter of a man who owned lands in several cities? Nobody would have even dared imagined.

Yeongkwan’s family had served the Mins for as long as he could remember, but he could vividly recall the day he had met her just like it was yesterday. Yeongkwan couldn’t stop looking at them – how perfect they look together: the spitting image of a royal couple. He tries hard to not let the bitterness swallow him whole, but he has experienced this his whole life, and a man could only take one so many punches.

He imagines how difficult it must have been for his wife to leave her precious life like that, when comfort was not a luxury but something already ingrained in their lives. He imagines what life would have been if he hadn’t met Misun at all, if she had only chosen the man she was truly betrothed to. As for Yeongkwan, well, life for him would have been the same all along – working in the fields from dusk to dawn.

But Misun, his lovely Misun… she wouldn’t even have to cook, hadn’t she had been so stubborn. Even his own parents had not favored his friendship with the landowner’s daughter, saying it was too much of a risk for the whole family. But alas, the matters of the heart are exclusively a person’s own, and despite being burdened by the consequences of his or her actions while doing so, nothing ever matters as long as the heart’s desires are fulfilled. 

Throughout the years, the unusual friendship of the two had eventually blossomed into a romantic relationship. It was Yeongkwan who had fallen first - he figured that out when seeing Misun was the only thing he looked forward to for the day. In fact, she was the first thing on his mind when he woke, and was his last thought before he went to sleep. 

Daily, they would meet in a more secluded area of the plantation, where they would talk for hours. On some days, Misun would offer a hand in farming. Yeongkwan declined at first, knowing a plantation was not the place she ought to spend her days in. But Yeongkwan, powerless to stop the person he loved from doing something she wanted to do, indulged her so. 

They’d spend their days like that, talking to each other while Misun occasionally helped with the farming. One day, she came to their rendezvous a little later than expected and when Yeongkwan showed her a small plot where she could plant her own rice but she instantly shook her head no, narrating how she was scolded for coming home with dirt on her hands and on her clothes. But a few scolding wasn't enough to hinder two people enjoying each other’s company. 

The two got closer and they would meet even on the days when Yeongkwan’s family wasn't at their plantation to work. Years passed by and as the two grew into maturity, so did their feelings. Their unlikely friendship had inevitably blossomed into something deeper, more intimate. 

Their attraction to each other was as clear as day, but the future of their relationship was as vague as the night sky filled with clouds. Of course, a daughter of a rich man and a farmer’s son? Such could never be. Yeongkwan and Misun knew that from the very start, deep within the recesses of their heart, but both had already fallen in too deep, and there was nowhere else to go but forward. 

There came a time when Yeongkwan thought their unofficial relationship was on the brink of failing. It was when Misun was about to celebrate her coming of age, and with that came the obligation to select a suitor of her parents’ choosing, one she would inevitably be married off to. Misun thought it was about time they addressed the burden that will soon be in her hands. 

Clearly, there was only one man she thought was suited for her, and it was Yeongkwan. He was gentle, caring, loving, and understanding. He was the man she always wanted but could never have - only because he was lacking, financially, in her parents’ eyes. Destiny had its wretched ways of wrecking the poor souls of people who just want to love and be loved. 

Misun picked a sunny day to express her perturbation, in the hopes that it might help ease the storm that was brewing in her heart, in case Yeongkwan might give up on her just as he had feared. The young man had met her at the usual rendezvous, and walked together in silence and trepidation towards their favorite spot: under the shade of an oak tree, of their oak tree. 

As Yeongkwan rests his back against the trunk, Misun shyly leans towards him, resting her head on his shoulder. The man’s heart thumps wildly against his chest, trying to control his emotions over the simple action. Misun is likewise not doing any better, overcoming her shyness to initiate a small display of affection, unsure if this might be the last they might see each other. 

The couple sit there for a while, just enjoying the cool breeze of autumn. When she deems it the right time to say it, she looks up at Yeongkwan, placing a hand over his. “My love, as you know, I am coming of age in a few days’ time, and I will have no choice but to select a suitor of my parents’ choosing, but I want you to know that you are the only one for me.”

Yeongkwan places a hand atop hers and Misun feels the slightest ounce of security seep into her. “I desire no one else but you, Yeongkwan,” Misun repeats her sentiments. 

“So do I, my love. I wish you not to worry because I have saved enough to pay for your dowry. We shall be together soon, Misun. I...I love you and my world is not complete if you’re not in it.” 

Misun sits up straighter, looking at the man of her dreams with nothing else but fondness in her eyes. “I love you too, Yeongkwan. So much more than you will ever know.” 

The young man fishes for something in the small pouch tied to his  pants and brings out a ring. Misun looks at him expectantly, pursing her lips in anticipation. “Misun, my love, if you will allow me to do so, please accept this ring, one that I have crafted with my own hands, as a symbol of my unending love.” 

Ever so gently, Misun slips her hand onto Yeongkwan’s open palm, and as the latter inserts the ring, Misun suddenly stops him. “My dearest, it had just come to me...should mother see this on my fingers, she will have this discarded at once without question and I do not wish to lose something of such a sentimental value.” 

Yeongkwan nods, understanding her predicament, but the young man was always ready, always thinking thoroughly ahead before doing something. So with a smile, he pulls forth a string from the same pouch he’d taken the same ring from and shoots it through the ring. Warmth blossoms in Misun’s chest, tilting her head a little so her lover can tie the string around her neck. 

“I think I prefer the necklace better… after all, it’s the one closer to my heart.” Yeongkwan, in a sudden burst of emotion, takes his lover’s face in his palms and presses his lips to hers. He feels Misun freeze in her spot, and Yeongkwan quickly pulls away, profusely apologizing for his brazen behavior. 

All of a sudden, beside him, he hears the most delightful sound in the world: Misun’s laughter. She continues laughing even with Yeongkwan staring at her, hand on his forearm for support. “Oh, goodness. I am so sorry, Yeongkwan,” Misun says, wiping away the tears that welled in the corner of her eyes. 

“I just...it was...that was my first kiss.” 

Yeongkwan’s mouth falls open in shock, and shame. “That was you first kiss?! I mean, that was mine too...but your first kiss should have been more romantic unlike here, where...we’re just under the shade…” Yeongkwan stammers out a confession, only causing Misun to laugh harder. 

As the young man turns beet red at the sudden realization of his words, Misun coos at him, giving him a gentle pat on his shoulder. Shyly, she speaks up, “If you want...we could try again?” Yeongkwan doesn’t think twice about the offer, once more connecting their lips together. 

That same day, the couple had gone back to Misun’s house with Yeongkwan’s determination to present himself as a suitor and win over her parent’s hearts next. They pass through the plantation with a spring in their steps while the other servants who recognize Yeongkwan stare at the two whose obvious love for each other surpasses their judgmental looks. 

Misun’s family was enjoying lunch by the time they arrived at their destination, and at the sight of the pair with hands intertwined, the light mood inside the Min household quickly dissolves into thin air. Her father’s face falls when realization dawn on him, while her mother refuses to meet her own daughter’s eyes, disappointment hanging in her features. 

The Min patriarch exhales as he puts his silver chopsticks down and looks at the boy. “Yeongkwan, is it?” Min Mansoo asks, wiping the corners of his mouth with a cloth. “Yes, Master Min.” 

“Why don’t you sit and eat with us?” Mansoo offers, and Misun’s grip on Yeongkwan tightens. The sensation makes Yeongkwan hesitate, but he doesnt want to disappoint his future father-in-law by not following his orders. 

With one last reassuring look at Misun, he lets go of her hand and sits himself to a corner where Mansoo had pointed at. As soon as Yeongkwan settles down, Mansoo tells him to join their lunch, gesturing to the food. “How is your family Yeongkwan?” 

“I am thankful to our ancestors for keeping them well, Master Min.” Mansoo nods, never keeping his eyes off the young man as he places a spoonful of rice in his mouth. 

“Yeongkwan, son, if you dont mind…” Mansoo starts, staring at the young man, “...there are some things we would like to discuss as a family first....in private.” Yeongkwan quickly catches on, gently squeezing Misun’s hand in his before thanking the Min patriarch for letting him partake in their lunch and leaving afterwards. 

“Father,” Misun begins, but her father cuts her off quickly. “Don’t...just...I dont want to hear it Misun,” Mansoo replies, calming himself down. “How could you do this to your own family?” 

“Father,” the plantation heiress tries to call her father’s attention one more time, but it’s her mother who stops her from doing so this time, hand shooting over to grab her wrist as a warning signal. 

“I trusted you, Misun! I knew it in me that you would have good judgment, but you broke that promise just like that! All those years, all this time - you had been talking to that man?” 

“Yeongkwan is a good man, unlike the others who wish to court me,” Misun mumbles, not meeting her father’s eyes. Mansoo pounds his fist against the table, startling everyone present. 

“I don’t care if you think he is a good man or not, Misun! How can you assure yourself that it’s you he wishes to marry and not your wealth?” Misun’s lips start trembling, frightened at her father’s sudden outburst. “Do you not get the point here?! He is...he’s but a mere servant, Misun! Even if he had good intentions, life is difficult to come by! Will you have enough food to place on your table for each day? Will your children live comfortably just as you have? You cannot be with such a man! I forbid you to ever meet him again. In fact, I am forbidding you from even leaving the house without your mother. And that is final, Misun. Lunch is over. Nobody better bother me in my office.” 

Misun’s knuckles turn white with the grip she has on her skirt, fighting the tears that threaten to fall as she storms off to her own room. 

Just as Mansoo had ordered, Misun hadn’t stepped outside their house in a week. The girl had no intention to leave either, if she was to be accompanied by her mother at all times like a little child. The poor young lady cried day and night, restless and anxious about what the near future might hold, especially if the only man she’s ever loved might not be in it. 

Yeongkwan, likewise, was not doing any better, tense for hours on end. He had visited Misun for the entire week after meeting her family, yet he was only greeted by closed windows and the cold evening air. Tomorrow was the day he had been dreading ever since he’d fallen for Misun, and fears, maybe, just maybe, some things aren't just meant to be. 

It was finally the day of Misun’s choosing, and a feast had been prepared to celebrate such a ceremonious occasion. A glum Misun was assisted by two other servants during dawn in preparation for the days’ activities. The mood was heavy even for the other servants, as their usually bubbly Misun had lost her light and her beautiful smile. For the entire morning, Misun had greeted the guests with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. 

She was also afforded time to spend with each of her suitors - time she spent imagining Yeongkwan by her side and not these strangers. A voice beside her startles her from her preoccupied thoughts, “You should pick him,” the man supposedly her suitor speaks, leaning backwards as he leans his weight onto his arms. 

“Excuse me?” Misun asks, looking up from where she had been playing with the grass. “I think you should go for the man you truly love,” he says, gesturing to Yeongkwan staring at Misun from a distance. The oblivious Misun turns to look at who her suitor was pertaining to, yet finds no one. The stranger exhales, enjoying the breeze, “Marrying to maintain your status had always been pointless. Unless you really have no regard for your own emotions, then marriage is but a contract, and not a lifelong bond and commitment to another person.” 

“You think so too?” 

“I know so too,” the man winks at her, causing her to giggle - the closest she had been to being genuinely happy for the entire week. The kind stranger gives her a small, reassuring smile. “Go, I’ll cover for you.” 

Yeongkwan’s heart clenches when he sees Misun hug another man, defeatedly looking away. He mounts his horse, taking one last look at Misun’s house and wishing the love of his life a happy relationship with her betrothed. As Yeongkwan pulls on the reins, he hears hurried steps approaching him and a familiar voice calling his name. 

He looks back to see Misun running towards him, waving her arms to catch his attention. Quickly, he gets down from his horse and patiently waits for Misun to arrive. The wide grin on Misun’s face is unmissable, and Yeongkwan wonders if she truly had feelings for him in the first place, being able to smile like this even if this was possibly the last time he will see her. “I see you have already chosen a man to be your husband,” Yeongkwan states, keeping his voice as stable as he could. 

“I did,” Misun replies, eyes twinkling. 

“I guess this is goodbye then?” 

A fond smile graces Misun’s lips. “What kind of nonsense are you talking about?” Confusion takes over Yeongkwan's  features, “Wasn’t the man you were with earlier the one you chose to be with for the rest of your life?” 

“You might have missed something there. I think you mean, ‘it’s the man I am with now that I have chosen to be with for the rest of my life’.” Yeongkwan’s eyes widen when he processes Misun’s words. “What are you talking about?” 

“I choose you, Jeon Yeongkwan. I will always choose you.” The girl stands on her tiptoes and places a chaste kiss on his Yeongkwan’s lips, still slightly parted in shock. “Now, take me away, Yeongkwan, you have me.” The man wastes no time, getting back up on his horse first before helping Misun up the steed. 

It’s been a whole moon since the Jeon family had been first invited for dinner over at the royal palace and tonight, the king had sent another invite to have lunch with him tomorrow. At first, he had found the king’s favor towards his family a blessing, but now, everytime he sees the way the king looks at his family, it seems as if it was just an awful nightmare just waiting to come true. 

Misun notices the steely look on her husband’s face and rests her head against his shoulder. “Are you alright, my love?” Yeongkwan forces a smile onto his face, but Misun sees right through it. “Do you not wish to have lunch with the King tomorrow? Your decision is likewise mine.” 

Yeongkwan quickly shakes his head no, not wanting to overthink the whole thing. As soon he places a kiss on his wife’s forehead, Misun decides to drop the subject, but still worries for her husband. 

Just as Yeongkwan had expected, their visit wasn’t any better than the last. The bitterness was slowly seeping into him, so much that he’s greatly tempted to make an excuse to get back home at once. As he takes a sip from the samgyetang the palace cooks had prepared for them, he thinks about the king’s attempts to impress his family. 

Today, King Daesin had gone so far as to let the children play among the palace gardens and had granted his entire family access to wherever they may wish to roam around. The boys, beaming at the idea, finish their food heartily and as quickly as they could, before promptly asking the king if they could go ahead and play outside. Daesin, taking joy in their mutual enthusiasm, gets up and ushers the children and Misun outside. As if he’d almost forgotten Yeongkwan was also present, Daesin had also told him to come join his family. As if he needed any inviting. 

Yeongkwan trails behind the four of them quietly. As the King carries his two sons in both arms, they giggle excitedly, happily bouncing in King Daesin’s hold. Just as he exits the king’s private hanok, he comes face to face with the chief advisor, Park Joomin. 

“Ah, General Jeon!” the older man greets, bowing curtly. “Chief Advisor Park! You do know there is no need to address me by my previous title. It’s such a pleasure to see you again after so long. You seem well.” 

“I am,” Joomin nods, “I am grateful to our ancestors for guiding us throughout the war and giving us another life to live.” 

Yeongkwan averts his gaze from the chief advisor for a moment to watch his wife run along with their kids in tow, and the king running after them. The chief advisor follows his line of sight and confirms his suspicions. Joomin thought it wasn’t something one should spend time thinking about at first, but now as he sees the king almost transform into a completely different person. 

His informant told him of the Jeon family’s visits getting more frequent, so Joomin decided to stay close and watch their interactions from afar. Today though, his intuitions are leaning towards the affirmative and decides to confront the former general about it, in the hopes that his offer might just save the future of the southern city. 

Park Joomin leans closer and places a hand on Yeongkwan’s shoulder. “I hope you don't mind me being honest with you, Yeongkwan, because there is something I wish to address to you - from one friend to another.” 

Yeongkwan’s brows furrow slightly in suspicion. Sure, they’ve fought side by side during the war, but they never really had any interaction besides fighting their common enemies together. 

“I am all ears, advisor.” Park Joomin nods briefly, before signalling one of his men to leave the two alone. ‘Interesting,’ Yeongkwan thinks, staring out into the lush forest from a distance. 

“Yeongkwan, I know you’re a smart and noble man. Compassionate as well…” the chief advisor starts, placing a firm hand on the younger one’s shoulder. “...and I do not want to tarnish our friendship by saying this but I am unsure whether you are turning a blind eye to the truth or you are simply unaware of it.” Joomin leads them both to an elevated gazebo - one overlooking the palace garden where Yeongkwan’s sons are playing. 

The advisor allows Yeongkwan to settle on a seat before continuing, “Your wife is a lovely woman, she really is. But I fear, it is not only her husband who is wooed by her charms.” 

Yeongkwan gulps. There it is, the truth that Yeongkwan still refuses to believe yet will inevitably have to cope with sooner or later. Today was the day the reality of it all had hit him the hardest. Park Joomin takes Yeongkwan’s silence as his cognizance on the matter. 

“I could not possibly fathom what you must be going through right now.” Joomin throws him an apologetic look. 

‘Of course you don’t,’ the Jeon patriarch answers in his head, ‘Not everyone has their wives catching the king’s attention and their own sons getting closer to the monarch, who was still practically a stranger.’

“I am sorry if this conversation makes your heart ache, but besides being your friend, I also have a duty to our King, and to our nation. Thus, I will no longer have to mollify my words. Our city needs an heir to strengthen the throne. We might have won the war against the colonizers, yet this had only fueled traitors who wish to turn against their own cities. The Great Colonization had only made us realize how weak the bond is between the government and our citizens - how easy it would be to penetrate our land from the inside, just like that.” 

“We need to strengthen our city’s foundation, Yeongkwan. And...and I think your wife just might be the solution.” Yeongkwan averts his gaze from the chief advisor when he sees the latter glance at him. Joomin finds having to explain the further details of the resolution unnecessary, deeming Yeongkwan already knowing of what dilemma he is to face. 

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Stark’s Girl

part 02/015 “she loves the wind in her hair”

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“This isn't really a negotiation,” Steve said first. Both were still in their positions, him in this chair and you on the other side of the room on the bed. You stared at him plainly, but shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m not talking about it unless he’s in here,” you replied, pressing the pillow tighter into your chest. 

Steve understood, but the SHIELD agents on the other side of the two way mirror wouldn’t. They had said no already, but you were stubborn. Hard headed. Just like Tony. Just like Howard too. It made him feel giddy on the inside while keeping that straight face on the outside. It also made him consider how well minded you were considering all the years you were with Hydra.

“So we have two options, either he’s in here and I tell you everything you want to know, or we can sit here and play this staring game,” you paused tilting your head, “which is it going to be Captain?”

Oh you were good. Your face showed no sign of emotion, and he knew you weren’t bluffing, not in the slightest. His face matched yours, but he was the first to break the eye contact and looked to the two way mirror. He didn’t mind Tony being in here, so if they would just get their heads out of their asses, this could move on a lot smoother. He knew Tony wanted to hear your story, and he did too in all honesty. He wanted to know what you remembered from that night.

There was a click at the door, and both you and Steve shot up. You stayed in your place and you both watched as the door opened and Tony came in. You swallowed the lump in your throat, but a small smile played on our lips. You wanted to run to him and hug him but your legs kept you there.

You were scared.

Tony’s gaze was on you as he took a step inside the room. His orders were to keep his distance, they didn’t know if you were dangerous, if this was all a play to get close to him and kill him. But he knew you could never, but on the other hand he didn’t need them to pull him out of this room. He needed to be here. Steve motioned for him to take the chair he had once occupied and Tony nodded, slowly taking a seat. You mimicked his motions and sat back onto the bed, hugging the pillow once more.

Steve could see the look in your eyes change when Tony had entered, they softened, and he couldn’t tell if the way your eyes were wet meant you were going to cry. No, he didn’t think you would, you wanted to be strong for him. For Tony. Steve took his place against the wall, letting the two siblings focus on one another.

“Can you tell us what happened?” Steve asked. Your eyes went to him, reading his face. His face was soft and made you feel safe. You could share the story with him, and whoever else was behind that mirror. You looked back to Tony.

“My memory of that night is..not the best,” you started in a whisper, “I remember daddy driving fast down this road, mommy was telling him to slow down. She never liked it when he drove fast with me in the car,” you remembered. Tony smiled to himself at the memory. He had forgotten how their mother would playfully slap Howard on the shoulder and tell him to drive like it was Sunday. Howard would toss a smile over his shoulder to his daughter in the back seat and wink saying something along the lines of “she loves the wind in her hair” or anything to get a giggle from you.

“Everything happened so fast, one minute we were on the road, the next all I saw was flames. It hurt,” you paused, rubbing at your wrists, “the glass had cut me, the seatbelt felt like it was..choking me. I remember unbuckling myself and trying to reach the front seat but I can’t remember past that anymore. It just ends.”

Steve nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. His eyes watched you talk, and occasionally he would look to Tony to gauge his reactions. But Tony was in a state he had never really seen. He was just listening.

“The next thing I really remember was waking up in a room like this, but smaller,” you glanced around, “there was a woman there. She told me I was in an accident, and they were going to help me feel better. I asked them where my mom and dad were, and they told me that they would be there soon. And then I asked if my brother was coming too,” you paused and averted your eyes to the ground, “they told me he would be there soon too, he couldn’t wait to see me.”

You smiled sadly to yourself, “They did help me feel better. But each day passed, and no one came. I kept asking how much longer it would be before I could go home and she would smile and tell me soon. Just the word soon. But that changed quickly. I don’t know what they did to me but I can’t.. I can’t remember those next few years. They’re just gone.

I was in Paris when someone approached me on a covert mission, they told me I was beautiful and that I looked like this man. She handed me a magazine and on the cover was you,” you nodded at Tony, “They said it was the craziest coincidence and I thanked them. They let me keep the magazine. My first offense with them was when I went dark and sat in a cafe to use a laptop and researched everything there was about Tony Stark. And it hit me like a train. All those memories came back, and they did not like that. 

I was interrogated for days, I knew because they had taught me how to measure time by where the sun and moon positioned itself. They thought I couldn’t see it but the tiny crack in the window was just enough. They kept asking me what I knew and I said everything. They didn’t like that.”

You sighed, “On the last day they brought a laptop in, and when they opened it there was a feed. I couldn’t see straight, but it was you. You were on the screen, giving some kind of press release junk, and they could see me relax. They told me that one of their people was there now. You’re easily accessible and they could kill you in a second's notice if I ever tried to leave or contact you.”

Tony was quiet as he watched tears swell in your eyes, “I don’t.. I don’t want you to think I didn’t try, God, Tony I wanted to. But they would kill you. They often reminded me of that, that you would be gone just like mom and dad,” you felt the tear fall, “when I remembered it all that’s all I could think of. Everyday I thought about you. I thought about how you’d hold my hand when we’d go on those walks to the park, until people started to notice and you’d pick me up and run as fast as your legs could take you. We’d hide behind that huge old tree stump in the Peterson’s yard until the coast was clear, and then when we would make it to the park you’d push me round and round on the merry go round until I got sick.

I thought about how you’d try and come into my room quietly when I was sleeping when you’d get home late from your fancy school, and lay in bed with me. You always thought you were so sneaky but the truth was I was waiting up for you those nights. Mom would let it slip you were coming home and I left the door wide open for you those nights. You’d kiss my head and whisper goodnight and fall asleep and I would too.”

Tony’s eyes were tearing up at that point, Steve’s too in fact. You smiled sadly to yourself and locked eyes with Tony, “I just want you to know that everyday I thought about how much I loved and missed you, mom, and dad.”

Tony shook his head, and he stood making his way over to you. Tears had fallen down your cheeks and he kneeled in front of you and wiped them away with his thumbs, “You don’t have to tell me, I know. I know how much they loved you, and how much I love you.” You nodded as he spoke and he took you into his arms, and this time you wrapped your arms around him too.

Steve Rogers watched the scene unfolding around him, and a pang of guilt filled his stomach.

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There were images coming in from all over the world. Tony had taken it upon himself to run your face through facial recognition technology to learn when and where you were all these years. None of them were state side, but you had popped up in Berlin, Paris (like you had mentioned), various parts of Russia, and the list continued. Each picture he could see your face changing, getting older and older, and even hidden under different hairstyles and clothing from rags to the most beautiful of fabric, your eyes still stayed the same. Even if some images were fuzzy.

He rubbed his face and glanced at his watch. It was 2 am. He had stayed with you for most of the day and into the late hours of the night until you had grown tired. You both laid in that bed, his arm around you and your head rested on his side, and he listened to you fall asleep. You looked so calm, and he kissed your head and carefully peeled himself from your sleeping body. He didn’t want to leave you, but he had to get to work on being able to bring you home with him.

Home. Where would that be exactly? The tower didn’t feel like a good fit, but he also no longer had his home in Malibu. He was working on something in northern New York, maybe he could have you help him with that. You had always been creative when they were younger, he thought he picked up a thing or two from you. With Pepper running Stark Industries, he could use a woman’s touch.

Either way, he had fought with the agents about letting him take you with him as soon as possible. They didn’t agree with him on the idea that he should take an obviously trained secret agent back under his care, without the finishing reconditioning being complete. He obviously didn’t agree and said that you’d be leaving with him whether they liked it or not. They said that if he tried that then not only would you be considered a threat, but he would too. He believes they knew that would make him think twice about his next actions and unfortunately they were right.

He couldn’t put you in harm's way. Never again.

Tony stood from the desk he was occupying and stretched his back. He was sure Pepper was asleep, but maybe she’d be awake for him to talk things through with her. She had become his voice of reasoning, and if she wasn’t there then that fell on Rogers. Or Romanoff. He had already asked so much from Steve though, and of course he couldn’t wake him up this late. Old men needed their sleep.

Tony made his way back to the room he was given, it was small but it worked for the time being. He slid a card against the panel on the side and the door opened automatically, and he smiled at the sight of Pepper sitting upright and working on something in her lap.

“You’re up late,” he commented, walking in and unbuttoning his shirt. Pepper smiled at him, setting her things to the side as he crawled into bed. Tony rested his head in her lap, and she began to stroke his hair.

“I could say the same for you,” she threw back and him and he grabbed her other hand to kiss it, “what’s going on in that mind of yours, Tony?”

On the other side of things, you had woken up in a sweat. The room lights turned on low when you had shot awake. You desperately threw the blankets off of you and rested your arms on your legs to breathe deeply. The nightmare wasn’t new to you, but with the past days events fresh in your mind, something just bothered you more about it.

The door beeped, which you related to someone being there. You didn’t know if they lingered to give you a moment to compose yourself, but when it opened the person in the doorway was..surprising. Steve Rogers took one step in before pausing, as if looking for permission.

“Captain Rogers,” you managed and he took that as an invitation to come in, “you have impeccable timing.”

“I was-“ he cleared his throat, realizing how this was going to sound, “I was in the other room, going over today when I heard you wake up. I wanted to check on you.”

You nodded, more to yourself than him. You ran a hand through your dirty hair and sighed.

“I had a nightmare.” You said simply. Steve nodded, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“When I came out of the ice, it took me awhile to readjust to life, I still am in a way,” he started, “I think the hardest thing was sleeping in a soft bed after that many years. It’s—“

“— not normal,” you said in unison. He nodded and you offered a sad smile.

“Do you still have them?” You asked, and Steve shook his head without hesitation.

“Sometimes, not as much anymore.”

You looked from him then to the bed you were sitting on, and you motioned to him, “Would you like to sit?”

That took him by surprise. You looked at him with kind and curious eyes, and he felt himself drawn to that. But a part in his mind told him to tread cautiously, but he nodded and took the steps closer to you. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaving a comfortable amount of space between you two.

“I spent a lot of my time thinking about how different my life would’ve been if I wasn’t in that car that night,” you started off, your fingers tracing lines on the fabric covering your legs. Steve found himself watching, and listening to you speak.

“Tony he’s gone on to do great things, and even become a superhero to others other than me,” you chuckled to yourself, but it stopped and so did your fingers, Steve’s eyes went back to your face, “what’s going to happen to me?”

You asked him honestly, your eyes locking with his. Steve didn’t know how to answer in all honesty. The thing was no one knew what exactly you had done all these years. You mentioned missions, and he had also seen the way you reacted to certain things. Were you like Bucky? Or something else? His silence to your question made you continue.

“Captain Rogers—“

“Steve. You can call me Steve.”

You nodded, “Steve,” you tested and he offered a nod, “the things that I’ve done won’t be taken well by people. I’ve extorted world leaders, tortured people for information, and.. have had to go to extreme lengths to cover my tracks. Murder wasn’t off the table,” you said the last part in almost a whisper, “I didn’t want to do those things but I wanted to stay alive. But now my greatest fear is being locked in here. Never being free.”

Steve carefully placed a hand over yours, and you looked at him with curiosity. He was comforting you.

“I promise that Tony would not let that happen to you,” he paused, unsure if what he was about to say was too much, “and I promise that I won’t let that happen to you.”

You smiled, and it made him smile in return, “You are a kind man, Steve Rogers.”

“Everyone deserves to live their life freely. I had a friend back in my time,” he paused and released your hand, but you turned to him to listen with all your attention, “I thought he died back then. When Hydra was found out, I learned that he survived, and they had taken him too.”

“He’s alive?”

Steve nodded, “He’s gone off the radar. I’ve been trying to find him but he’s good. Too good. Every lead we’ve gotten runs cold eventually.”

“Does he have a name?” You asked and Steve nodded.

“His name is James, or I called him Bucky. His covert name was the Winter Soldier.”

He watched your face to see if you had any reaction, but you just furrowed your brow in confusion, “I’ve never heard of him.”

He felt relief leaving his body, but he nodded instead, “All I want is to find him and help him.”

You tilted your head at him, “You want to help others, but what about you? You said you’re still readjusting to things.”

Steve nodded, and took a deep breath and offered a smile, “I learn as I go.”

You nodded, “Will you help me? Can we learn together?”

Two people, two very different situations. But he believed that you, just like his friend Bucky, deserved your freedom. Your life back. He made a promise to himself right there in that instance that he was going to do everything in his power to get you out of there and help you see your life freely again.

He would damn well make sure it happens.

Steve nodded, and you smiled at him like there was no tomorrow. He was going to make sure you got out of here.

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sometimes my life is an actual sitcom. i wish i could say i made this stuff up, but now, i legit met a guy while selling a shoe rack who came back to chat me up post sale bcs he thought i was pretty. he then proceeded to tell me a million times in one hr and has since been very over the top about being into me. as much as it’s nice to have attention u also gotta pace yourself. hes so over the top it’s ridiculous and also getting more annoying.

also never fucking send ppl semi nude photos unprompted wtf is wrong with yall.

anyways i live vicariously through teacher au and use real life shit to put the characters through the same thing. today i vibed with edward. 

this takes place before he and étienne are together

this is a blurb. i just needed to get a thought out of my system

edwards answers are legit what i wrote

the gag of all of edwards exes having names that start with c continues XD

Unsolicited

 Edward knows he technically shouldn’t, but he’s bored at work and for once, the kids are actually quietly doing their own thing. He decides against his better judgement to open Facebook and scroll aimlessly for a moment or two, while time goes on. It’ll give him a chance to see what exciting lives the rest of his friends are living and envy those who aren’t stuck at work.

 He quickly notices a red little number up on the top right corner to signal that he has one unopened conversation and for a moment, he wonders which of his friends would have messaged him. There hadn’t really been any ongoing chats at the moment, so he’s pleasantly surprised and looking forward to hearing from his friends.

 He’s only a little disappointed when he sees that it’s not from any of his friends, but instead from a guy he’d met just last Friday in the most strangest of ways. (His friend had hosted a garage sale and had asked for help. Edward had gone. He’d brought along some of his own stuff. This one man – Charles – had bought his old wooden shoe rack. Charles had chatted Edward up. They’d exchanged contact information and had more or less chatted since then. It was a strange way to meet someone – but, not the strangest.)

 Charles is – cute and they had a pleasant chat. Edward certainly hadn’t minded the attention, even if it had come from out of nowhere. He’d been looking forward to meeting up with him again, but as the days had gone on and their conversations had progressed, he’d found himself slowly losing a bit of interest over Charles’ over-eagerness.

 There were just so many times Charles could say he thought Edward was attractive in an hour before it got redundant and annoying.

 Edward was flattered Charles was interested in him, but Edward didn’t want to rush this either. He’d just gotten out of a serious relationship and with the end of the school year looming close, he had other things to deal with. Once summer break arrived, he would have more time and more energy. In the meantime, however, he didn’t need this stranger he barely knew to wax poetics and tell him he wished to wake up beside him to see how he woke up – or whatever garbage he’d been told. Edward was willing to give this a go, but he wasn’t looking to settle down and get married with Charles after knowing him for three days and it quite honestly felt as though Charles had already booked their venue at times.

 He was – over the top and intense. Edward had appreciated the fact that Charles had told him he’d found him attractive when he’d first seen him and he liked that he had actually returned to chat him up. It had been a little weird when Charles had called him his beloved and stranger still when he’d apologised from taking up his time and keeping him away from his friends when they’d talked that first time, but Edward had let it slide and had almost found it charming – in its own bizarre way.

 Now, it feels as though Charles is trying too hard, when really he doesn’t have to. Edward thought he was attractive, had even told him so and was more than willing to see where this would lead. but if However, if Charles doesn’t slow down, Edward will back out and move on. (Which reminds him – there’d been that whole other conversation where Charles had told him that he looked forward to living their lives together and that he didn’t want to lose him. To which Edward had politely told him that it would be best to get to know each other first.)

 Edward wants some fun – not some intense long-term lovey-dovey besotted nonsense. At least – not after three days of talking with the man.

 Still, he opens the conversation, curiosity, and boredom getting the best of him, and at first, it’s nice, until Charles asks him if he could have a photo. Edward lets out a long-suffering sigh and is glad his students are too busy with their work to notice.

 Charles has asked to send him a photo right now, of all things.

 Edward is so not in the mood for any of this.

 “No. I’m in class teaching. My students are taking a test.” He writes out. He doesn’t care if he comes across as annoyed, but this man is being irksome in his own infatuated way and it’s – pathetic. He likes the attention, to a degree, he enjoys feeling wanted, but Charles needs to calm down his ardours.

 He leaves it at that and doesn’t bother with Charles for the rest of the day.

 By the time Edward’s done, he heads to his car and figures he’ll check again to see if he’s gotten a new message. There is still part of him that is curious about this whole ordeal and so he’s a little bit pleased when he sees that Charles has sent him a few messages after their last chat.

 He’s less enthused when he gets to the last one.

 The first was in regards to the whole photo debacle, saying maybe next time. The second mentioned that he was going for a jog. And the last message – the kicker really, was a photo Charles had sent of himself, shirtless and thankfully from the waist up.

 And to think Edward had nearly sent him a post-work exhausted face selfie for the fun of it.

 He grumbles, puts his phone away, and figures he’ll deal with it when he gets home.

 It’s not that he necessarily minded the photo – he did find the guy attractive to a point, but – it had been unprompted. Unsolicited. He hadn’t asked for a photo. He hadn’t been expecting a shirtless photo. He wasn’t in the current mood to receive such a photo. He could have been at school on break and gotten this photo.

 He’s angry and annoyed by the time he gets home.

 Edward putters around and leaves Charles on read. It’s one thing going after sex and expecting these photos and it’s another to get them out of the blues. He lets his friends know of this debacle and relishes in their reactions. He’s glad someone gets it.

 Finally, after making dinner, playing a few rounds of video games, taking a shower, getting his lunch ready for the following day, and having a nice chat with his friends, he decides to answer Charles.

 “Even if a photo of a woman, man, or person shirtless may be nice to receive, it’s always better to send it with consent and with fair warning. Especially when you’re not expecting one and that with my work, there are often children nearby.”

 He doesn’t expect an answer so quickly, especially since it’s been five hours since the photo was sent, but Charles, true to form, answers. Edward laughs out loud when he reads how very sorry Charles is and how he genuinely thought Edward would appreciate it. Edward sighs again and groans, passing a hand through his hair.

 He tries to find a polite way of trying to get this man to understand and he’s only a little surprised by how easily the words come to him, “There’s a time and place for everything. You don’t send these types of photos willy-nilly whenever you feel like it. There’s context, time, mood, etc. Consent and fair-warning. Imagine you were sitting with your family, friends, or kids and you received such a photo without warning. You can’t assume that the person on the other side is in an appropriate setting to receive these types of messages and images without checking beforehand.”

 It’s at times like these he wishes men could be less – like this. He likes a good shirtless photo just like anyone else who’s into men, but he hates that this seems to be a norm. And at least this was only a shirtless photo! He doesn’t want to think of the number of times when he was having a nice conversation about literally anything unrelated to the human body, only to find himself with a photo of a man’s junk, completely unprompted.

 Sometimes, he almost wishes he were into women just to be spared this.

 Edward figures he’s given Charles enough etiquette lessons for the night and puts his phone away. He pulls up something decent to watch on television and does his best to forget about the incident for now. If anything, he reminds himself, he doesn’t need to commit to anything with this besotted Romeo.

 FIN

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Okay, get this: a new lov member who’s really awkward and shy. Everyone thinks she’s just a normal gal but it turns out she’s absolutely out of her mind? /sigh/ I don’t even know anymore 😔 rip. I’m so bad at requesting it should be my new party trick. Anyways, I hope you have a good day and I love your writing!!

Ahh thank you! :) I’m not sure if you wanted this to be cute or disturbing so I went with the latter because nothing I’ve posted so far is dark themed (all my stuff is like, fluff haha)! :0 Let’s get some well rounded writing up in here! 

New LOV member who’s secretly insane

Warnings: DARK THEMES that include but are not limited to: Blood, dead animals, disturbing images, cannibalism, death, hearing voices, sadism/masochism, violence, mentions of self-harm etc. etc. You get the picture. 

^^^Don’t read if you’re sensitive to similar topics. I went ham on this, yall. 

Disclaimer: The reader depicted in this is chronically insane and is an extreme case. This is in no way a depiction of a person with a mental disorder. I don’t want to spread any misinformation, most people with mental disorders are lovely people and are not crazy/dangerous in anyway

Under the cut vvv

Tomura Shigaraki:

Look, he wasn’t a fan of the whole awkward-shy act, but hey, you were pretty hot and you had a quirk that the League definitely needed

So he let you in, figuring he’d just need to have that timid attitude of yours whipped out of you

But OH. It didn’t take long for him to realize you were completely bonkers. 

Dabi was giving you shit like he did everyone, and all it took was a poor comment on his part for your usually pleasant expression to contort into one of malice and...joy? The way your face darkened and your eyes swirled with an unhinged gleam… 

Maybe you’d be more interesting than he initially thought~ plus, seeing you threaten Dabi was definitely some brownie points in Tomura’s book

At times it gets frustrating because you can get out of hand, and he honestly couldn’t even handle the League WITHOUT another crazy added in the mix

But you were powerful and an important addition to the team, so you were stuck with this sorry lot whether you liked it or not

Kurogiri:

He was a little surprised, but pleasantly so, when Tomura recruited you for the League. You were actually...rather normal compared to the rest of the bunch, but he was far from complaining!

You were also modest and well-mannered, and Kurogiri especially admired that. The rest of the League was full of squabbling hotheads, so you were a breath of fresh air!

At the bar, he’d talk a lot with you seeing as you were one of the calmer villains, but overtime he noticed that certain comments would raise a few red flags. 

One day you bring in the mangled body of a cat and...oh. 

The way you casually set it on the bar counter and grin at Kurogiri happily while you ask for a kiddy cocktail… all the while your hands were still soaked in its blood.

Tomura’s decision made a bit more sense now. You were completely off your rocker! He treats you pretty much the same as before, but is usually the one who has to reel you in when you start to show your crazy too much. 

Dabi:

When you first joined the League, he couldn’t believe it. Was Tomura fucking stupid? How could a shy, pretty thing like you possibly fit in with the baddest villain organization?

Needless to say, he was kind of an asshole to you. He’d make rude comments, blatantly say you didn’t belong here, condescendingly give you names like “princess” 

For the most part you would bear it all with a grin, and though he didn’t exactly understand you reaction, he would scoff and roll his eyes. “Weirdo”

One day he happens to strike a particularly strong chord with you, and suddenly you’ve shoved him against a wall, hands wrapped around his throat

You choking him wasn’t what off put him. It was the demented look in your eyes and the lopsided grin overwhelming your face. You were practically begging him to insult you again.

“It feels soooo good when you call me names!” you giggle, fingers squeezing into his neck. “Maybe you can choke me next?!” Your eyes were excited at the sadistic thought. 

He shoves you off rather easily after he gets over his initial surprise, rubbing his neck. “Crazy bitch…”

The fact that he didn’t ignite your crazy ass on the spot means you’d gained his respect, if in the slightest. Clearly you’re a better fit to be a villain than he thought. He still picks on you, but significantly less.

Himiko Toga:

She was excited to have another girl! She flocked straight to you and grabbed your sleeve right away!

“Aiiya! You’re so cute, look at you!” She poked your cheeks and you got a little flustered under the attention. She thinks you’re so shy and adorable!!!!

She makes it her mission to become your bestest best friend! But she can’t help but get a little excited from time to time.

“(Y/n), you’re too cute! Please, can I cut you up!? Just a few slices here and there! You’d look ten times cuter if I do!” And she’s grinning.

Her grin completely falters, however, when you agree. “W-What?” she didn’t expect it at all! She was used to getting brushed off.

But no...the crazed look in your eye at the mention of spilled blood… you were practically dripping with insanity. 

Kurogiri stopped the both of you before you both had the chance to completely slice each other up, but from that moment on your were pretty much conjoined at the hip.

Crazy cuties flock together

Spinner:

When a cute, shy thing like yourself joined the League, he was a total flustered mess! You were absolutely adorable!

Like Kurogiri, you were a breath of fresh air, a nice change of pace to the usually colorful bunch that he got to hang around with.

You were nice to him, and he always gets embarrassed when you compliment him! So naturally he assumes that you’re the sweetheart of the bunch! 

You’re talking, and finally Spinner outright asks you, “How’d you even get roped into villainy?” because it blows his mind such a normie like you are in the League

And, very casually and chipper, you describe how you murdered your family in cold blood. They hadn’t even done anything to upset you. You just wanted to. 

“O-Oh.” He honestly didn’t know what to say...but he didn’t really get a chance to speak as you suddenly pull a necklace out from under your shirt. It was a strange looking thing, a shriveled black lump on a string. 

“Look! I even carry a piece of them around with me!” His eyes widen, and you just giggle and tuck the petrified piece of corpse jewelry back into your shirt. 

Twice:

Needless to say, Twice had some mixed feelings about you when you first joined the League.

“What the hell is such a prude bitch doing in the League?” “Aww how cute! Finally a fresh face! Happy to meet you!” 

He’s honestly probably the first to realize you’re absolutely batshit because he’s always half doubting your sincerity

Let’s just say he isn’t surprised when you’re on a mission and you start gnawing and eating at a fresh corpse on the ground

“Wow, that’s fucking bad ass” “Ew!!! That’s disgusting, what the fuck!” 

And hearing his voices go back and forth, you just look up, blood smeared across your face, a strange gleam in your eye and you grin!

“Hahaha! Twice, you always say the funniest things!!!”

After the mission he tries to avoid you as much as he can. Though your quirk and tenacity was something the League definitely benefited from, that didn’t mean he wanted to be anywhere near you after the shit he saw that night

You were fucking wild

Mr. Compress

After Shigaraki let you into the League, he was pretty interested in you. You seemed pretty average and you acted like a timid civilian, so what kind of quirk did you have? Surely something must have caught Tomura’s eye that he wasn’t seeing.

So he, being the man of charisma and mystery that he was, made it his secret motive to find out what you were hiding. 

He took it upon himself to show you around the hideout as your own personal guide. Not that you were complaining! Compress is so flashy and entertaining that you were actually enjoying your time with him.

Not gonna lie, he was acting a little too charming and over-confident with you, trying to get you to slip up and spill a secret

And spill you did! Though not intentionally. It sort of all happened at once. Compress was moving ahead of you and all of a sudden he was thrown back against the wall.

He hits it with a grunt and slides down to the floor, looking up at you with a stunned expression. What the fuck did he do to merit that?!

But you weren’t even looking at him. No, you were whispering under your breath, staring at the ceiling and grinning like a madman. 

“You’re right! That was fun!” you spoke to the empty room, pausing a moment before letting out a loud, crazy laugh. “You always were good at jokes!” 

Slowly he rose and moved away from the room where you stood conversing with your imaginary voices. 

Telekinesis was a pretty powerful quirk! Though it seemed your perks also came with some hefty flaws… very interesting!

Magne: 

Magne was so excited to have another girl in the League! She loved Toga, of course, but at times Magne found her to be a bit...much 

So when you first arrived, seemingly normal, she was so ecstatic! She wanted to do all sorts of girl things with you that she couldn’t really do often in the boy-dominated League

You were so cute and timid, she couldn’t help but want to have a girl’s sleepover with you and Toga!

Your true colors started to show, however, during the middle of a truth or dare game. Magne had asked you what your favorite crime to commit was, expecting something calmer like robbery or identity theft 

Color her surprised when your face contorts into the craziest, most terrifying look as you narrate a violent murder and proceed to grab a pillow and rip it to shreds with your hands as a ‘demonstration’. 

Cute AND violently psycho. She can roll with that.

[littlebabycrybtch]

tbh tumblr ‘activists’ and autism support on this website is just already such a  fucking Joke like its a Travesty ive never been more disappointed with yall but beyond defending ‘cringe’ traits tbh we need to defend the more inconvenient symptoms too. the ones that are awkward, create conflict, require learning new things so you can stay vigilant and accommodate others, or require unlearning certain social responses as universally understood. like. im so fuckin tired of seeing you clowns make sarcastic shitposts and then when someone comes in with a response that takes it seriously you literally... have such little functioning braincells or sympathetic reasoning you dont take the Half of a second it would take to think abt responding like a normal human person that recognizes other humans around you. you gotta be condescending, you gotta fuck with them and confuse them more, you gotta be funny and entertain the masses and get those notes yes god. you HAVE to be that way in your mind, theres no other way, you cant imagine responding with a genuine solution to clear it up. bc nobody will like that. and bc its a contest. its always a contest. theyre not a person online talking to you, theyre an opportunity to clap back and be funnier for an audience that craves drama. so you exploit them for public mockery and KNOW how awful its going to be for that person, but how awesome it’ll be for you, so then you actually try to defend yourself even when you see the unnecessary harmful consequences. 

“well they were rude! they should have asked for clarification!” okay when you bitches see an ‘i dont get it’ you do the same thing. you pull the exact same fuckin shit. if you get an ask about it begging you to answer privately, you post it with a reaction image. you give a “nobody tell them lol”, or an “its simple, [repeats absurd sarcastic statement again to be funny for nt ppl]”, or even a dismissive “keep scrolling then”, like. nah, its not about your huwt feewings by the mean ol abrasive autistics getting confused, theres flat out no way to win. if you get it you get it, if you dont fuck you. thats how it is. bc you arent educated and dont Want to be. you want your inside joke to be exclusive and you dont wanna Have to care abt autistic people ‘ruining’ it. truth is you probably just dont want autistic people talking to you at all because you dont want to have to put in the effort of developing accommodating communication skills. and thats not acceptable. the people you hurt by that get to call you the fuck out for that, to expect them not to is just dehumanizing and mindless. that mindset makes you selfish and immature. it makes your morals underdeveloped, it makes you lazy, it makes you brain rotted by ridding yourself of any visible humanity trying so hard to match that stupid fucking copied funnyman persona that doesnt mean shit in the real world. and it makes you a bad activist, if one at all. 

its gross and its sad that these ppl claim activism when you literally. Just wanna be a clown. you wanna honk your lil clown shoes for your circus and pretend you’re a depthful good person underneath so you arent limited to the ‘funny’ people you find uncharming. you dont wanna attract just Any funnyman, you want the Fake Good Funny People, who will let you be gay and listen to weird indie music and support the people you feel comfy associating with, making You feel secure and free to do w/e you want, but only so long as they keep out the people you dont want to understand. thats not selflessly moralistic, its about your comfort, and other peoples comforts that will benefit you, its not ‘activism’, its not helping other unrelatable suffering groups feel that comfort. this shits a party to you. its abt collecting the people you simply Want around you, and dismissing anyone else at all costs, even when it means invalidating their struggles. you just want praise and relaxation. you want laffs and good noodle stars. its a pathetic display and you all need to get your ass beat in a parking lot by 5 autistics flapping against your bones until you become dust bc you dont get to disrespect the ppl your group tortured in abusive hospitals and murdered with eugenics, you just dont get to keep whining abt that. abt how hard it is for you to keep up. like. well. start with an ounce of effort even when its inconvenient for you, actually. start by condemning the r word the way you show you are capable of with other slurs, start by educating yourself on autism the way you show you are capable of with other groups, start by Not reblogging chains with obvious mockery of autism traits, start by not CREATING those chains. it is NOT asking too much of you to forsake a tiny bit of your sense of humor to support oppressed vulnerable groups you have power over. if you have a problem with that, again, you are not an activist, you’re basically a self trained entertainer. activism includes fighting ableism of all kinds.