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shigarakislittlepet · 4 years ago

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im so happy to find a blog with good nsfw content for literally all my faves lol we share the same braincell it seems! how about fluffy nsfw headcanons for Dabi, Shigi, Aizawa and Shinsou and well, Baku but I don't want to overwhelm you even if you don't have a character limit hhh, with a s/o that was completely inexperienced in sex before they got together? They grew more comfortable with the idea of sex over time as they used to be really shy about it but they're scared they'll mess up and disappoint their loves? If possible could you mention what kind of approach each boy would have for the first time with their virgin s/o? I'm just feeling some fluffy dick tonite ya know lol stay safe out there <3

Ohhhh my gosh, this whole thing gave me brain rot lmao, thank you for giving me this power <3<3<3

This also took me literal months to finish because life got crazy, so I’m sorry about that. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

TW: loss of virginity, gentelness, fluffy smut, unprotected sex bc I’m a whore (Y/N is on birth control), and as always all characters are adults especially Y/N

-Dabi-

> You are surprised by how patient he is with you. You were sure he’d have gotten tired of waiting, but he didn’t push. He didn’t make you feel badly about it, and the last thing he would ever want to do to sweet little innocent angel is coerce them into something they weren’t ready for. So, he waits.

> It happened so gradually. Over time, light kissing became making out. After a few months, you got more comfortable and it didn’t feel at all odd to fall into bed with him, cuddling and “swapping spit” as he called it, which always made you giggle like a schoolgirl at his crudeness. His hands would test the waters, but he was always feeling for nervous tremors and flinching, never wanting to go further than you were comfortable. At first, he only rested a hand on you lower back, drawing lazy circles into your waist, his other cradling your face gently, reassuringly. Eventually he could get his hand beneath your shirt, still just at your lower back, but he was content with his progress. Your skin was soft and you said he felt warm, and that was the first time he ever thought of his quirk as “sweet, comforting”, as you described the warmth from his hands.

> After a few months went by, he had progressed to the point of being able to freely roam your body with his hands, the warmth helping you stay calm and anchored to him.

> What continued to surprise you is how easy it felt, once you were ready. You didn’t even see it coming. He asked you, so gently, if he could take your shirt off. You told him he could as long as he promised to keep you warm. He went along slowly, constantly reassuring you, “God Angel, you’re so beautiful. I gotta see more of you, can I? Please?”, “You’re so soft, I need to feel more of your skin, angel, please?” You didn’t even hesitate, you didn’t need to. You felt safer with him than you ever had in your life.

> You realized, once you were both naked together, just how comfortable you were with him. And suddenly you felt like you needed to give him everything he ever wanted, and you knew he would do the same for you.

> It happens so slowly, or at least, it feels like it does. His hand slowly grazes down between your bodies until he reaches your core. You gasp, no one but you had ever touched you there, and it feels so foreign and wonderful. And warm. Once you begin bucking onto his fingers, an insatiable grin stretches across his face. He retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and you watch as he sucks them clean. He calls you delicious and rolls on top of you, asks you if you’re ready for him. For the first time, you look down between your bodies and see just how huge and hard he is for you. When he sees your concern he kisses your forehead, then your lips. “I won’t hurt you Angel, I promise.” You nod and smile, and he starts easing into you, stopping every so often when he can tell the stretch is too much. He kisses your cheeks, your shoulders, your lips, whatever he can get his mouth on as he pants and mumbles little praises. “I love you”, “You’re doin’ so well”, “You’re takin’ me sooo well”, “God, you’re so beautiful, you know how beautiful you are Angel?”, “Ahh, you’re so fuckin’ tight and wet for me Angel, you want me that badly?”. The praises and teases help you considerably to keep you relaxed, and fuck, you DO want him. So fucking badly, you need him. When he’s finally seated inside you fully, he waits, clearly using every last bit of his restraint and self control to give you time to adjust. When you finally whine and buck your hips up on him, he loses it. “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready, Angel.”

>You find rather quickly that Dabi’s style is a beautiful mix of “fucking” and “making love”. He fucks you, hard and deep, so much so that it makes you see stars, but while he does it he’s caging you in-between his arms, holding you close while he pistons in and out of you. He looks you in the eyes, watching your reactions, quickly finding what angle makes you convulse and let out those beautiful moans and coos that he’s now desperate to hear.

>When he nears his end, he reaches down between you again to rub sweet circles against your clit, because no way is Dabi cumming first. It’s just not his style.

-Shigaraki-

>BRAIN ROT

> Shigaraki is definitely happy that you’re inexperienced, he’d kill anyone who had ever laid a hand on you before him. You belonged to him.

> It also means that you’re a virgin, which really gets him going because hes a pervert. ((He’s also secretly glad that he’s not the only virgin))

> He is touch starvvveeeeddddddd. We all know this. But at first, he’s so hesitant to touch you, for fear of destroying you.

> You are patient with each other, and together you find out what works and what doesn’t. He got some artist gloves so he could hold your fucking hand without hyperventilating about dusting you. He’s still afraid of you disappearing beneath his fingertips.

> You were never, not even for a second, worried that he would hurt you. You knew that he could, that he had the ability, but you knew that he wouldn’t.

> He wasn’t so sure, he was afraid of rolling over in the night and finding a pile of dust where you used to be. He wakes up from nightmares about it and has to wake you up to hold you while he shakes uncontrollably. He just has to know you’re alive.

> You both get more and more comfortable with physical proximity and contact together, because you both wanted it, you were both just so worried about fucking everything up.

> When the time came where both of you decided you were ready to have sex, you admitted to him that you were afraid of not measuring up to his expectations. All these “what if’s” kept popping up in your mind: “what if he doesn’t find my body attractive enough”, “what if I don’t know how to move right”, “what if I cant please him”, etc. etc. etc.

> He just looks at you kind of taken aback and confused. He was worried about you not being able to see him as sexually attractive because of how he looked, he was just as self-conscious as you. “Darling, you’re the most perfect person in existence, how can you not see that? Look at me! I’m... I... Look like this! How could I ever hope that someone as beautiful as you could ever see me that way?”

>You didn’t immediately know how to respond. You were... heartbroken that he saw himself that way. You couldn’t image him being self-conscious about anything because in your eyes, he was a god. He was perfect and angelic and you told him as much. You looked at him with such adorably big eyes and your voice was full of so much honesty and adoration, he had to have you immediately. He’d never felt desired, he had never felt lovable. He always thought it would be a miracle if anyone would ever be able to even stomach looking at him without cringing away in disgust. But you were so perfect and you loved him so immediately and so much that it knocked him out. He launches himself at you and just kisses you for a while.

> You both fumbled around a bit at first, trying to find what felt best. You both quickly came to the conclusion that you were going to have to practice together. A lot. As much as possible actually, because even in your inexperience, you both felt more amazing than you ever had in your lives. When you were connected like this, panting, kissing, licking, trying your damndest to become one being, it felt like bliss. You never wanted it to stop.

-Aizawa-

> MORE FUCKING BRAIN ROT

> Aizawa has an innocence kink. There I fucking said it.

> When it comes to the person he’s with, he’s a shameless flirt, and while he would NEVER cross a line or pressure you, he definitely does his best to get you in the mood whenever he can, much to your naïve frustration.

> At first you genuinely don’t even realize he’s doing it on purpose. The heated looks he gave you that made your knees weak? You didn’t think he was doing that on purpose, it’s just because he’s... tired? And he always looks so gorgeous, so that’s why. He ALWAYS makes your knees weak. Yeah that’s all it is, obviously.

> And when he comes up behind you, hands on your hips gently, and lowly rumbling in your ear. Sometimes it’s just comments about whatever you’re doing, which was bad enough. But sometimes it was mumbled compliments. About your outfit, how good it made your ass look. About how soft your hair was, how good you smelled, the softness of your skin while he gently rubbed his stubble against your neck.

>YOU COULDN’T FUCKING HANDLE IT.

> He was so soft most of the time, cuddling you while watching movies, cooking together, dancing in the kitchen with you at 3 in the morning after he finished grading papers. The shift that happened when he would get flirtatious was dizzying.

> You were nervous though, Aizawa was a bit older than you, and obviously way more experienced that you. One night while you were curled up in bed together, you told him you were nervous about disappointing him when the time finally came. He sat up and turned a light on immediately and pulled you into his lap. He held you and stroked your hair and told you how much you meant to him, how you could never disappoint him, how much he wanted you, and how he was willing to wait however long you needed. He held you until he was sure you felt better about it, and then he held you until he was sure you were asleep. You were the most important person in the world to him, and he wasn’t gonna let you think anything was ever gonna change that.

> When you finally got tired of his teasing and felt like you were ready, you decided to get him back. Before he got home, you put on one of his long shirts as a dress and started getting dinner ready.

> When he walked through the door and saw that you were wearing nothing but one of his black button ups, he had to maintain every ounce of his self control to contain the rush of feral need that suddenly consumed him. Now it was HIS turn to assume you were being innocent. And man did you play it up. “What’s wrong Shota? Are you feeling okay?” And you bat your big beautiful eyes at him. He was going to have a stroke.

> It wasn’t until you bent over and he noticed you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that he realized it was an invitation. He came up behind you, caging you in against the counter, and growled lowly in your ear, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He gently pushed his growing erection against your ass, making you gasp. Score.

> “W-what do you mean?” you looked up at him as innocently as you could. He took your hand and pressed it to the front of his pants. He groaned low in his chest, thankful for any friction. “Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You know exactly what you’re doing. I think you should take responsibility.” You grinned.

> “Yes Sir,” he jolts at that, and you sink your knees and get to work undoing the fastenings on his hero costume. When his cock springs free, you eagerly give it kitten licks until he’s had enough. He grips you by your hair and gently guides your mouth down onto his cock. He’s big, bigger than you can take, but that doesn’t stop Aizawa from purposefully making you gag on him every so often. He really does get off on how innocent you are, the tears that hang in your eyes from gagging on his cock. He’s gonna cum soon if he’s not careful.

> After he’s had his fun making you suck him off, he pulls you up and carries you off to bed. No way he’s taking your virginity on the floor, he’s too much of a gentleman. And dinner, what dinner? Thank god nothing happened to be on the stove or in the oven.

> He sets you down in bed and kisses you, takes his shirt off of you and finishes ridding himself of his hero costume. He takes pride in getting you ready for him, relishing in your sweet noises and how wet you are for him. A fact that he teases you about. “S-Shotaaa~” you moan and clench down on his fingers. He smirks, “What happened to ‘Sir’, hmm? I liked that, you know...” All you can do is whine up at him in response.

> When you feel like you’re close to cumming, you whine louder and clench down harder and before you can reach your peak, he stops. You whine in frustration before he leans down and rumbles, “Oh no, kitten, the only way you’re cumming is if you cum on my cock.” You gasp and nearly convulse at his filthy words, but you’ve never felt like you needed him more.

> He fucks you gently, at first anyway. For as long as he can. He rolls his hips into you and angles his thrusts expertly, aiming for that spot inside you that’ll make your head spin. And he hits it. Every time. And your head DOES spin. And soon you can feel the pressure build again and you start whining again, “Sh-Shouta, please! I’m s-oh! So close!” He smiles, and decides to take pity on you. He pistons harder, faster, brings a hand to your core to rub circles against your clit and when you cum, you scream his name and he can’t take it anymore. He slams into you, chasing his own high and simultaneously extends yours. You’re seeing stars by the time he cums deep into you. He rolls over, bringing you with him. You lie on top of him and he strokes your hair, and you just hold each other for a while.

-Shinso-

> I wanna say this now, Shinso is Aizawa Jr. I’m so sorry, but its true. They’re both tired, overworked, cat lovers that just wanna come home and cuddle and pass out.

> He knows he’s your first boyfriend. You met at UA and pretty much bonded immediately. Now that you’re both pro-heros working for the same agency? It was only a matter of time before he made a move. And thank whatever higher power exists that you have the same schedule. More time for cuddles.

> HOWEVER! Don’t let the fact that he’s a cuddle-bug fool you. He frequently has to remember that you’re a virgin and you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you have no idea how much he’s affected by you answering your door on a Saturday morning you both had off wearing one of his hoodies that absolutely swallows you. Looking up at him smiling and yawning sleepily, rubbing one of your eyes and groggily asking, “What are you doing here so early? I thought we weren’t going out till tonight?”. He has to breathe deeply to stop himself from jumping you.

> Because much like Aizawa, seeing you so sleepy and soft and small and knowing how innocent and naive you are to all of the things you do that make him need you... is going to make him lose his mind. Quickly.

> Instead of an innocence kink though, this motherfucker has a corruption and a mind break kink. He wants to make it impossible for you to feel pleasure without him, he wants to make you need him desperately, forever. And he wants to do it without the help of his quirk. But that would all come in time, at the moment he has to stop himself from cumming in his pants because you’re bending over on your way to your room so you can change, stooping to pet your cat and his hoodie rode up your ass and he can see your lacy black panties and you were GOING to drive him insane long before he ever got the chance to make you his, he was sure.

> He had brought you coffee and suggested you just stay in all day since you both had such a late night. Watching movies and stuff. You know, normal stuff. He told himself he wasn’t going to try and make a move. Right? Right.

> But when you emerged from your room 45 minutes later, showered and changed, your hair still damp and a droplet of water drifting down your neck and landing in the dip of your collar bones, all he could think of was licking it up. How good your hair must smell, how your skin was still probably warm form the water... He was staring, and you pretended not to notice.

> You were nervous about not measuring up to his expectations. You’d seen the women he usually went out with, and how comfortable they were with their bodies and their sexuality. How beautiful they were. As far as you were concerned, you were nothing like them.

> He could see the gears turning in your head and the downturn of your mouth, and he asked you what was wrong. He motioned for you to come sit with him, and it wasn’t five seconds before he pulled you into his lap. After some coaxing, you let him know what you were worried about. He assured you that the reason he was so happy with you is because you weren’t anything like the women he had dated before. Because, not only were you far more beautiful than they were, they had also been conceited and cold, only dating him because he was an up and coming pro-hero that could get them into events so they could dump him for the first bigger hero they’d meet. He liked that you were soft and warm and he could trust you, that you had always trusted him, even despite his quirk.

> You talked for awhile, and as the morning sun drifted higher into the sky, you decided it was time to door dash some food. While he ordered it, you excused yourself the restroom. You needed to think. The heaviness of the conversation still weighed on you, and you’d never felt closer to him than you did now. It was time, you were sure. You wanted to give him everything he’d been waiting so patiently for, he deserved it. And so did you damnit, no more of this scaredy-cat bullshit! You gave yourself your best war face in the mirror before you exited the bathroom and going back to the living room where Shinsou was reclined on your couch. Head tilted back, resting on the pillow behind him.

> He was so beautiful. Lavender hair a wild mess, eyes closed and lashes fluttering softly. You wanted to kiss his neck suddenly, and unlike when urges like this usually happened, you didn’t shove the thought away. You quickly straddled him and, before he had the chance to question you, you began kissing up and down his neck softly. “K-kitty...” he groaned beneath you, gripping your waist, his hips jerking up against yours.

> After a while of your explorative kissing, he growled impatiently and flipped you over easily, pressing you into the couch. He kissed you like he might die if he didn’t, deep and slow and desperate. When he finally broke for air and looked at you, he felt his heart and his dick jump. Your flushed face and your eyes that were looking up at him through your eyelashes heavily, your mouth hanging open gasping and your kiss bitten lips, your brows softly cinched at the effort it took for you to remember you needed to breathe.

> He asks you if you’re sure you were ready, and when you nod dazedly up at him he doesn’t need any more convincing.

> He takes his time, he’s slow and methodical. He wants your first time to be an enjoyable experience. Something you can look back on fondly and remember how much he loved you, how good it felt, how comfortable you were. He wanted it to be better than his first time, drunk after a hero convention, with some woman who didn’t remember his name in the morning and never called him back. He pushed the thought away. He focused on you, on how perfect you were.

> When he finally thrusts into you, you think you want to feel like this forever. You tell him so, and beams with pride, pushing your pleasure further. Kissing your neck and praising you. Telling you how perfect you are, telling you all the things you do that drive him crazy, telling you that he’s never going to let you go, that you’re his forever and he’s yours.

> You cum together, and you think that everything in the world must have always been this beautiful. You spend the rest of the day cuddling, eating, and making love.

-Bakugo-

> No thoughts in this mans head. None. At least when it comes to romance. When you first start dating, you had to make the first move cause his oblivious ass just thought you were challenging him. You had to explain to him that what you were actually doing was called “flirting”.

> So when it comes to your first time, you know you’re gonna have to make the first move there too. He fears rejection, so he avoids the things he really wants the most. Which in this case is you whining on his dick.

> But he also knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t wanna scare you, so he leaves it be. Trusting his fist to get the job done when he really needs to let off some steam. Either by punching shit or jerking off.

> One day, you do catch him jerking off, and you immediately start to (stupidly) think that you’re not enough for him, that he might leave you for someone who can give him what he needs. You don’t think he notices you having a mini panic attack in the hallway so you sneak back to the kitchen to catch your breath and think. Why HAD you waited this long? What were you waiting FOR? You guessed you had just been worried about not knowing what to do, about him getting impatient and annoyed with you for your lack of experience.

> Making your final decision, you square your shoulders and march yourself back to your shared room. You confidently open the door to find him ... waiting for you?

> “Tch, took you long enough. You done freakin’ out now?” He grumbles from his spot on the bed. You nod meekly and he opens his arms for you, an invitation you gratefully accept. He pets your head and continues grumbling, “ just as bad as shitty-hair, nobody ever knocks anymore. You shouldn’t be surprised when you just try to walk in like that...”

> He keeps petting your head until eventually you hit him with it. “‘Tsuki, I wanna... uhm...” you look up at him with pleading eyes hoping his quirk somehow suddenly allows him to read your mind.

> It doesn’t. “ You wanna what? C’mon, spit it out.” No thoughts, remember?

> You huff and blush and finally squeak out, “Wanna make you feel good, ‘Tsuki...”

> His brain stops working momentarily. When he catches back up, he smirks. “Seriously? It just took you gettin’ jealous over my left hand for you to be ready?”, he teased. You stick out your tongue and he grabs your jaw, looks you dead in the eyes when he says, “I have something much more important for that cute little mouth to do.”

> Your eyes go wide at his suggestion, even though it really doesn’t surprise you. When Katsuki wants something he wants to go all out, no half-assing it. You nod nervously and he laughs at your apprehension, allowing you to shift down his body until you were face to face with his fly. You undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, and gently guide his dick out of his jeans.

> Beautiful is the first word to come to your mind. Beautiful and massive, just like the rest of him. He was easily over six feet tall, and built too so it really shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. For a moment all you can do is look up at him from your place below him, your big strong hero. You melt a little and you notice him smirking down at you again, “What ‘ya lookin’ at, princess?”. He gently strokes your cheek while you admire him, “You.” you reply dazedly. His smirk widens to a bear malicious grin, “Me? How come?”. A feeling you’re not totally familiar with, but you’re pretty sure is called submission, fills you suddenly and you feel warm and content. “You’re perfect,” you bat your eyelashes and bite your lip as you gently start to stroke your hand up and down his length.

>He controls his breathing, because he really can’t handle you looking so cute with his cock that close to your pretty little face. “‘Tch, and? What’s got you so worked up about it?” You giggle and nuzzle your face into the base of his cock and look up at him innocently. “I’m just glad I’m yours,” you smile and lick him from base to tip before gently taking him into your mouth. You’d read enough smut online to at least have some idea how to do this.

> He almost cums when you say that you’re glad to be his. His, he grins. He doesn’t get to think about that for too long though because your warm, wet tongue is sliding up his shaft and then your pretty little mouth engulfs him and he thinks he might hyperventilate if you keep looking up at him like that. He’d almost say it wasn’t fair, but then you start moving and he thinks that he could actually die happily from the warm bliss that fills him while he watches you try to take more and more of him down your throat.

> This is much more fun than you thought it would be, especially because Katsuki keeps letting out those little sighs and groans, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You hollow out your cheeks and suck a bit harder before taking a deep breath and relaxing your throat as much as possible. You lower yourself down as far as you can, pushing past the ring of muscle in the back of your throat before moving down further. You feel him lay his hand gently, encouragingly, on the back of your head. You’re surprised when you find your nose nestled in the light blonde fuzz at the base of him and you stick your tongue out to lap at the underside.

> He jolts when you begin your descent. You’re not really gonna try to deep-throat him, are you? He watches you, mesmerized. No ones ever even tried, always saying he was way too big. It felt way too good. He laid a hand on the back of your head to ground himself, quickly realizing he had to control himself so that he didn’t clench his fist in your hair or shove you down all the way and hold you there. When you reached your goal, he sighed. Your throat felt perfect wrapped around him, just like he knew it would. When he felt your tongue sneak out of your mouth and lick, he thanked whatever creator there was that your tongue was long enough to reach his anchor. when you start to move your head up and down, he can only take it for so long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth. When you gag on him, that’s it, he has to pull you off him before he grips your head and suffocates you on his cock.

> He’s nearly at the point of begging, but thankfully, mercifully, you seem to get the idea. You wipe your mouth and lie back on the bed, giggling at his abruptness and he growls in response. He kisses you, and praises you, telling you how good you are, how much he needs to be inside you as he undresses you. You’re surprised at how automatically your legs open for him, and you tell him how much you need him inside of you as well. You feel so empty all of a sudden. Until one of his thick fingers finds your molten core and gathers some of your slick before sinking into you and you gasp.

> He continues to kiss and praise you as he works you with his fingers. You whine and moan and beg, it’s like music to his ears. When he thinks you’re ready, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding up and down, grinding against your clit briefly before continuing. “I wanna hear you beg for it, princess.” and fuck, did you beg. A beautiful litany of filthy fucking words fell from your mouth, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He sinks into you fully in one thrust, gripping your open legs for stability.

> At first you can’t speak, you can’t make any noise at all. You feel so unbelievably full, and you look up at him and his eyes are clenched shut and his jaw is set. He’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle with you because it’s your first time. He really is very sweet when he wants to be. You raise a shaky hand to his face and he leans into it. He met your eyes and you watch as his control falters when he sees you bent in half like this. You smile, “Katsuki, please”, is all you can say. It seems to open the flood gates. For all his self control, he pounds into you mercilessly and it fills you with the most intense feeling of ecstasy. “F-fuck ‘Tsuki, you feel s-so fucking good,” you moan and gasp brokenly.

> He cums hard. Grunting, growling, and near snarling the whole way through. You’re seeing stars, even though you haven’t cum. It had felt so fucking amazing, and you’re more than content with that. Katsuki is definitely not however, and is intent on eating you out until you beg for mercy. He always takes such good care of you.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒏 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕/𝑬𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

After endless scrolling through the list, Hongjoong was becoming impatient and fuzzy.

"Y/N just pick a goddamn movie! It's cutting into my cuddling time!" He let out a huff and plopped his body to the side on the bed, huge pouty lips as one arm reached out for you.

"Ok there! I just picked one ok?!" You slightly panicked and just clicked on whatever the next option was.

But Hongjoong was finally satisfied when you came closer to him and he could finally wrapped his arms around you, encaging you in his embrace, him the big spoon and you the little one.

"Oh it looks like it's a romantic comedy." You mused out loud, not really paying attention to what you picked.

"Perfect. I was in the mood to be a hopeless romantic anyways." When he nuzzled his nose against your neck you let out a squeal and tried to squirm out of his arms but it only served to have him wrap his legs around you.

The movie was indeed very romantic and funny for the most part. But somewhere along the way a rather not so PG scene came up that had both Hongjoong and you freezing, eyes glued to the tv in embarrassment. Just as you shifted to reach for the remote, Hongjoong's hand held your hips and effectively kept you from moving.

"Don't...." He whispered in your ear in that tone of his that had you pooling in between your legs.

You lifted your hips when he began pulling your pajama shorts and panties down, making it easier for him to take them off. You bit your lip when you felt him do the same to his sweatpants behind you.

"I thought you were in the mood to be a hopeless romantic." You teased him by pressing your ass back against him.

Hongjoong chuckled before sliding his length across your folds, lips ghosting over your neck.

"I was...but now I'm in the mood to hopelessly fuck you into the sheets."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

You tried to keep your eyes from tilting to the side, afraid to meet your boyfriend's face as the makeout session currently playing was getting more and more heated. Your gaze shifted nervously at the table in front of you, then to the floor before it crept right back up at the screen.

Now the actors had their clothes off and although you would have looked away, seeing the male actor suddenly go down on his female counterpart had you remembering all the times Seonghwa would go down on you. You couldn't resist rubbing your thighs together as you started to get wet, your focus staying on the screen.

"Are you getting hot baby?"

Of course your reaction did not go unnoticed by Seonghwa, who had shifted in his seat to look at you as you subtly squirmed in your place. Finally looking over at your boyfriend, he was looking at you with those bedroom eyes that never failed to melt you. His eyes dropped down to your lap, tongue poking out to wet his lips. In an instant, he had gotten himself off the couch and was kneeling right in front of you.

"S-Seonghwa.." Your cheeks burned red as his hands began to undress your lower half.

He didn't stop though. He ran his hands across the smooth surface of your skin, drawing circles across your inner thighs before prying them open, your wetness exposed to him. With a subtle smirk, he began placing kisses along the trail towards your most intimate parts.

"You know it's just acting. All that on the screen? Super fake and unrealistic."

You let out a sharp gasp when he suddenly pulled you closer to him, his nose lightly bumping against your clit.

"Let me show you how you really eat out a pussy."

You threw your head back as he latched his mouth onto your heat, moans already spilling out your mouth as he worked his tongue around your clit, occasionally humming against it so you'd be left even more breathless.

"Still an hour left of the movie, let's see how many times I can make you cum."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Watching a movie with R rated content with your boyfriend was no mere coincidence or accident. You purposefully planned it and for a good reason.

Being the doting boyfriend he was, he let you pick out the movie while he prepared the popcorn and other snacks. He came back into the living room, clueless about what he was in for. Didn't even suspect anything as you layed your head on his chest, he simply wrapped an arm around your shoulder and would occasionally place innocent kisses on the top of your head.

When the explicit scenes started coming out, his reaction was almost immediate. He shifted rather uncomfortably and you had the perfect view of watching as a tent started to form in his pants. Smirking, you let one of your hands roam around his thigh, which had him shivering.

"I'll be right back. Gotta use the bathroom." He carefully pushed you off him, once again about to make an escape away from you.

"Jeong Yunho stop right there." You harshly said. Your tone paralyzed him in his seat, he swallowed hard and cursed himself as he felt himself getting harder at hearing your commanding voice.

Yunho widened his eyes as you began undoing his zipper, face turning beet red when you began taking his cock out.

"Y/N you know you really don't have to-"

You shut him up with a wet and sloppy kiss, surprising him when your tongue massaged onto his. You grinned when he moaned in your mouth when you wrapped your hand around his shaft.

"I know I don't have to. But I also know you have needs Yunho and I want to help you out."

Yunho couldn't help but buck his hips up into your hand as you began pumping him slowly, your other hand soon wrapping around his massive length as well since one hand wasn't enough.

"Didn't want you thinking I just wanted sex or wanted to pressure you to do something you didn't want."

His confession only made you love him more. You couldn't help but to start sucking along his neck while your hands continued to pump him.

"Believe me, I've wanted to do this for a while."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

You weren't too particularly affected by the sex scene playing on the tv. It was mostly a soft, vanilla scene that hardly showed anything so you didn't really pay attention to it. And judging by the way Yeosang had that usual blank expression on his face, you guessed that it was the same for him.

The movie was honestly lowkey boring and full of cliche romantic stereotypes that you felt like you were about to doze off. Correction, you were dozing off, your eyelids became heavy and more than once you had to snap your head up to keep it from falling to the sides. You were drifting in and out of sleep you thought it was your imagination when you felt a hand grab a hold of yours. When you started to feel tiny kisses being drawn up your arm, you opened your eyes only to be startled by none other than the gorgeous face of your boyfriend, who was looking at you with tenderness and love.

Placing soft and tiny pecks across your face, his hands gently pushed you down onto the bed, then they locked themselves with your hands, interlacing your fingers with his. His kisses were now becoming more heated but they were still gentle, so you knew he wanted to take his time with you. When he began to rid you out of your clothes, you didn't stop him, only helped him out. Soon both of your clothes layed in a pile on the floor. Yeosang's mouth was still busy kissing across your neck and chest, while his hips grinded against yours.

"Here I thought the movie wasn't affecting you." You giggled against his lips, fingers running through his fluffy black hair.

You could feel him smile against your cheek.

"It did, it very much affected me so."

You let out a squeak when he gripped your hips and positioned himself at your entrance.

"Made you want to fuck me?" You teased him.

Shaking his head, Yeosang never took his eyes off you as he slowly inserted himself inside you, your walls perfectly nestling him. You were both hissing and moaning at the feeling, remembering that it had been way too long since you've been connected as such.

"No.....made me want to make love to you."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Both of you stared intently at the TV. Honestly you both thought that watching 365 Days was going to end with cringing and disgust but quite the contrary, it was actually very entertaining despite how cheesy it was at times. San was making it painfully obvious how turned on he was too. He'd often take your hand and place it on his crotch. Or he'd suddenly lean in and start attacking your neck.

"Behave." You often warned him, not about to give in to his bratty antics.

San wasn't going to stop anytime soon, you knew it and you secretly wanted him to take it further. During one particular scene, San began palming himself.

"That's so hot, maybe I should do that."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Do what?"

He let out a mischievous smile as he stared you down, practically taunting you.

"Tie you up and make you watch as I make a whore suck my cock to show you how it's done."

No sooner those words were out of his mouth, you gripped his chin, smooshing his cheeks together before slapping him across the face. He was stunned but the slap only fueled his sexual arousal. Grabbing him by the hair, you practically dragged him into the bedroom. San landed with a thud on the bed but had to time to react as you were suddenly strapping his hands to the bedpost.

"You know...I'm actually glad I decided to keep the ropes tied here."

San let out a gasp when you stripped him of his pants, letting his erect cock hit against his stomach before taking it in your hand, giving it a firm and tight squeeze, nails digging into his shaft which had him squirming underneath you. Lowering your head, you licked your lips as his tip stood mere centimeters from your mouth.

"Now my little brat, let me remind you how much of a pathetic, worthless and stupid slut you become with just a simple blowjob."

San whined as you slurped at his head harshly before letting it go with a pop.

"And also remind you that this cock is mine and no one else gets to suck it."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were honestly so startled by Mingi's piercing scream that you nearly dropped the bowl of popcorn in your hand.

"What the fuck Mingi!?" You exclaimed when he suddenly reached over and tried to take the remote while simultaneously trying to cover your eyes, effectively spilling all the popcorn on the floor.

"Inappropriate scene! Must skip!"

With one hand still over your eyes, he skimmed through the scenes until it was over and it cut to a completely different one.

"Ok , there." He sat back in his seat as if nothing happened.

You rolled your eyes at your overly dramatic bestie, sometimes you swore he was such a baby even when you knew he watched worse porn than what just played. Soon you were laughing when he started freaking out yet again when another sex scene came up, this one even more kinky than the last one.

"Why is there so much nudity and sex in this movie? I thought it was supposed to be cute?!" He started changing the scene yet again.

"Who said it isn't cute?" You snorted.

"How is 2 naked people doing the nasty anything close to being cute?"

Tired of his nitpicking and wanting to shut him up, you got off your seat and suddenly straddled him with no warning.

"What are you-"

Mingi didn't finish his sentence as he stared wide eyed at your bare chest after you pulled your hoodie over your head and let it drop to the floor. You giggled as his mouth dropped open at your breasts being so close to his face.

"See? Cute. Your facial expression is cute right now." You gently massaged his hair.

"Your boobs are really cute." He blushed when he inadvertently blurted that out.

Mingi inhaled sharply when you suddenly pressed your face close to his, your hands taking hold of his and placing them on your soft tits.

"If you want to play with them, be my guest."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Are you horny yet?"

You looked over to see your annoying friend looking at you with a shit eating grin on his face.

"You wish." You scoffed at him.

Maybe you were both being stupid rather than being prideful, but neither of you wanted to budge and lose the bet you had made hours ago. You bet that the other couldn't sit through an entire 19+ movie without getting horny and running to the bathroom to go relieve your built up sexual tension. Neither of you could look away nor touch yourselves or rub against anything in any way. You both thought it was going to be a piece of cake.

But barely 20 minutes in and one of you was growing a major boner while you were sitting with drenched panties by now. Your teeth were practically gritting against each other as you tried so hard not to rub your thighs together, while Wooyoung's hands were tightly clutching the pillow he was holding. You both made the mistake to look over at each other to see how you were doing, both of your faces reflecting how turned on and needy you were.

With no words, both of you suddenly lunged at each other, not knowing what came over you both. You just knew that if you two didn't do something about it, you were surely going to go insane.

"I knew you wouldn't last." Wooyoung teased you as he slapped his cock again your clit.

"Shut up and fuck me already before I go fuck myself on my dildo and leave you with blue balls." You warned him.

Wooyoung immediately pushed into you, not letting you adjust as he instantly began to ram his cock deep inside you. Not that you cared, you were so wet and desperate to get some relieve and his cock felt amazing inside you.

"Fuck! If I had known your pussy felt this good I would have fucked you a long time ago." Wooyoung grunted as he wrapped your legs around his waist to thrust deeper in you.

Through pants and mewls, you managed to smirk at him.

"I knew you always had the hots for me."

You let out a choked gasp when Wooyoung suddenly went harder and faster in you, making you feel dizzy as you felt your built up coil about to snap.

"Don't pretend like fucking your best friend wasn't on your bucket list either."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Do you think spanking is actually very.....arousing?"

Judging by the way your friend was raising an eyebrow at you, you guessed it was not exactly a good question to ask. But you were curious, especially after the kinky 50 Shades of Grey scene you just saw.

"I mean...... I don't know. I've never really tried it." He answered.

"Neither have I."

Noticing your curious look, Jongho paused the movie before turning to you.

"Wanna try it out?"

When he noticed your hesitation, he shot you a kind smile.

"Look it's ok. It'll just stay between us and if it doesn't work out, no one will know."

Trusting your friend fully, you allowed him to bend you over his lap and didn't shudder away when he pulled your shorts down, your panties accidentally coming down with them.

"Holy shit..." Jongho muttered as he stared at your glistening and pink pussy, his cock throbbing inside his pants at the sight.

Raising his hand up, Jongho let it fall on your ass. He tried to be gentle, but since he couldn't really measure his strength, it ended up being rather hard, and you gasped sharply at the sting.

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed.

"No! Do it again."

Although he was surprised by your reaction, he happily obliged, giving your ass a couple more spankings. He hated to admit it, but seeing your cheeks turn a crimson color, hearing your whimpers and watching your folds produce more juices was starting to affect him.

"Oh my god! Can you please fuck me?!" You suddenly begged him.

"Fuck! I'd love to Y/N, but I don't have any condoms." He said in a regretful tone.

"Then fuck my ass. I know you want to. I saw the way you bit your lip at the anal scene."

Jongho nearly came at your suggestion. He fumbled to rid himself of his jeans, but he got them off and his thick cock was now pushing itself into your tight hole. As he eased himself in, you let out a yelp when his hand came down to suddenly slap your pussy.

"We tried ass spanking, now let's see how much pussy slapping affects you."

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floraltypes · 4 years ago

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OHSHC Meeting The Parents

Who - ohshc hosts x reader

Type - fluff !

Summary - the hosts meeting your parents

AN - my requests are open so request something!

unedited :/

Tamaki

You had told Tamaki that your mother was dying to meet him

The woman wouldn’t stop asking you questions regarding him after you dropped a hint you were dating someone

So, one day she threatened to lower your allowance if you wouldn’t invite him over

Hence, why you are running around with trying to finish up your hair and the maid trying to help is stressing herself since you won’t sit down

When the doorbell was rung the butler quickly opened it and your mother and you both rushed down the stairs to try and get there first

Tamaki looked nervous in the beginning but his eyes lit up once they landed on your figure

“Y/n!” He called out, jumping a bit

Tamaki was very much dressed for the occasion, no surprise, and cleaned up well

You mother put a hand on her heart while Tamaki squished you into his arms

“So adorable, my little y/n,” Your mother cooed

“Uh, Tamaki, I can’t breathe,” He let you go quickly, put kept his arms on your shoulders

He soon realized that your mother was there and quickly turned around bowing a few times and apologizing for not greeting her sooner

“No worries dear, why don’t we go to the dining room to begin eating. Y/n’s father will be later due to work,” Your mother told him

The three of you sat at the larger table, Tamaki sitting right besides you

Your mother asked him many questions and he happily answered, staring at you most of the time and your mother could just tell how much he was in love

She thought he was so cute on how he kept asking you questions throughout dinner to involve you in the conversation like ‘what is your favorite class?’ ‘Y/n, you like that game too, as well, correct?’ ‘Y/n sure is very intelligent!’

Your father ended up being very late and didn’t eat with you three

You and Tamaki decided to go to a one of your extra rooms where there was a large TV and couch

You both sat down besides each other and watched something on the television, Tamaki holding your hand

At one point, Tamaki was trying to reach over you to reach a drink on the table besides you, but it ended up being farther than he thought and he feel ontop of you

He looked up from your legs with a awkward, yet cute, smile

At that exact moment the doors swung open and your father walked in

“I apologize for being late, your mother said the boy was in he- why are you laying inappropriately on top of my child?”

“Uh, i-, no, never!”

Let’s say your father didn’t think the highest of Tamaki like your mother did…

Kyoya

You were both working on some homework one day when you brought up the idea

“Do you think it’s about time to meet my parents?”

“Should I?” He asked back

To be honest, Kyoya knew he was a respectable man and knew how to behave, but still had some nerves

You also didn’t want to exactly have to sit through a long dinner with your boring parents who only knew how to talk about business deals and money, but it would be something your family would eventually ask you

When it came time, you were meeting Kyoya and his parents at a restaurant with your own

When the two of you viewed each-other your eyes lit up a little

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Kyoya’s father greeted, bowing in front of your parents who soon exchanged the gesture

You greeted Kyoya’s father, your second time seeing Kyoya’s parents again after the dinner you had with them not too long ago

“Y/n,” Kyoya pulled out the chair for you, which you soon sat down on and he sat right beside you, your other side being taken by your mother

“Kyoya, you’re the youngest, correct?” Your father quickly asked, sending a glare

“I am the youngest son, yes,”

“Ah, so you should know what competition is like,”

“I do,”

“Good because they’re many men competing for my daughters hand in marriage,” He laughed, soon turning his attention back to your mother who was chatting with Kyoya’s parents

He mumbled something to himself and grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his

You rubbed small patterns with your pointer finger as a quiet way to reassure him, sending a small smile which seemed to lighten his mood highly

He knew that with you competition seemed worth it, something he was willing to put up with as long as having a chance with you is the prize

When the two of your guys’s families were getting to depart, Kyoya turned to your father before leaving

“I know competition, and I’m very successful in all types of it, I will win the competition for your daughters hand, I just hope you will be able to accept the victor,”

Hikaru

Telling Hikaru that your mother found it important for her to meet him seemed ridiculous to him

Both of your parents weren’t apart of the relationship, so what should it matter what they think of the other

You loved him and he loved you, he didn’t need anyone else to say otherwise

“Come on Hikaru! My mother will continue to bother me until you finally agree,”

“Only if you promise me something,” He quickly told you, snickering secretly at his brilliant plan

“Anything, I’m so tired of her complaining,”

“A kiss,”

You quickly moved your lips to hover in front of his and connected into a sweet and short kiss

His cheeks brightened to a vibrant pink and he scowled turning his head away

“Not now,” He mumbled.

A week later he was outside your door with a cocky smile and a bouquet in hand, (advice from Kaoru)

“Hello, Mr and Miss L/n,” He bowed, handing the bouquet to your mother

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you son,” Your father put a hand on his shoulder

“Son?” Hikaru asked silently, looking at you with confusion

“My father always wanted a boy,” You tell him, laughing a little

“You look nice Miss L/n,” Hikaru complimented your mother, already

“Oh Y/n, he is so kind!”

Though at first, Hikaru thought meeting your parents was ridiculous, now he’s laughing with them at some joke your father made and being invited over next week for another dinner

Kaoru

He’s another person who isn’t so confident about the idea

You both were snuggling on his bed, his arms wrapped around your waist and head lying on your chest while you combed through his hair

“My grandma wants to meet you,”

“She does?” He looked up with a spectacle look

“She isn’t bad, much more open to things considered her age,”

“It makes sense why she would want to meet me, so I guess,” He sighed, then taking in the comfort from the position he was in.

“I don’t want to make a bad impression,”

“You won’t! She just wants to treat you to one of her iconic desserts,”

The both of you slowly got up from your spots and got ready to go to your grandmas that evening

When she opened the door, she gave you a tight hug and then soon threw her arms around Hikaru, squeezing him tightly

“Y/n says you love chocolate, I made some treats so she can show you to the dining room,”

He ended up losing all his nerves after taking a bite of the cake

“It’s amazing!”

“I’m so glad you like it. You’re such a sweet young boy, take some more,”

He felt really comforted by your grandmother and comes back next week after she sends him a letter inviting him

When you came home after a shopping trip with your friends, and saw your boyfriend chatting with your grandmother in the kitchen you were very confused

“Hikaru, I didn’t know you were coming over. Did I forget to tell you I was seeing my friend today?”

“You did,” He walked over you you and gave you a hug and small kiss on the cheek

“Then, uh, why are you here?”

“Your grandmother invited me!” Soon your grandma walked in with three cups of tea

“Oh thanks grandma, did you here me come in?” You went to take the other cup before someone came in behind her. “What are you doing here?”

“She wanted to meet Kaoru’s twin,”

Mori

The both of you were in the library doing some reading

You had recently been describing this book to him that you fell in love with and he wanted to read it for himself

You just wanted to read in general

It was a quiet time, but the both of you sat near each other and your head was lying on his shoulder

You had totally forgotten that your dad was begging to meet this man

“My dad wants to meet you,” You voiced, looking up at him while he just nodded, eyes still on the page

“Which one is that?”

“Dad is the really energetic one, papa is the really smart one,” You told him, the poor boy still having trouble with the names for your two fathers

“Ah,” He hummed, moving a hand to rest on your thigh

“Great, I’ll tell them you will be over this weekend!”

“Mhm,” He rubbed a small circle on your clothed thigh and the two of you kept reading, basking in each other’s presence

When the day came Mori wasn’t exactly nervous, but he wasn’t excited

He had brought a treat that his mother wanted him to bring over

“Mori, is it?” Your papa questioned, while your dad quickly took the treat.

Your boyfriend nodded his head, and scavenged through his pocket for a little box

He handed it to you, and you tilted you head, letting a small smile take over the features on your face

“ARE YOU PROPOSING TO MY BABY ALREADY?!” Your dad asked, jumping and trying to rush to grab the box from your hands, getting pulled back by your papa

“No, it’s a present, calm down hun,” He said with his stern voice, though your dad could easily tell her was just trying to be considerate of you and Mori

“Thank you,” You looked up at Mori and pecked him on the lips

“DID MY BABY JUST KISS HIM?!” Your dad yelled once again.

“You kissed me after our first date, remember?” Your papa reminded the man

“Mori, please come in, take a seat, eat, smile, talk, dance, sing, whatever you please,” Your dad pushed him into the living room and your papa followed

You soon pulled the two aside, sending a look to them

“Don’t be rude to him, I already told you that he doesn’t speak much and that’s his choice that we need to respect,”

You soon felt arms on your shoulder and looked back to see your boyfriends figure towering over yours

“It’s okay Y/n. I’m willing to answer questions to help soothe your parents worries and to show my love for you,” He smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head

That was when your papa and dad knew that this man was truly a good one

Honey

“Y/n-chan! I want to meet your mom!” Honey told you one day while the two of you were waiting for Usa-chan to get cleaned at the cleaners

“How come?”

“I want to meet the person who helped make you so kind!” He exclaimed, gripping your hand tightly while the two of you walked through town

“Sure, if you really want to,” You shrugged. “My mom is a big cake fan so I think the two of you would get along,”

“Yeah!!!” Honey cheered and the two of you continued your walk with grins on your face

A couple of weeks later your mom was finally home after her stressful business trip and was excited to meet the boy you had been dating

“Mother, this is Mitsukuni,” You introduced her to the childish blonde who was holding on tightly to his stuff animal

“You can call me Honey! It’s so great to meet you! Y/n-chan told me you like cake, so I brought some!” Your mother put on a fake smile and showed him to a area to place it

She soon put on her shoes and coat and the three of you took the limousine to a restaurant nearby

“So, you’re a third year?” Your mother asked once the three of you were seated at a table

“Mhm! Along with my cousin Takashi, he is one of Y/n-chan’s friend as well,”

“He’s the tall one right, I thought he was your boyfriend, someone you could depend on,”

“Mother,” You mumbled, loud enough for her to hear, hoping she would behave kindly to Honey despite the boy not acting like a normal third year

“Y/n can depend on me! I promise! I’m very dependable,” Honey placed his stuff animal on the ground and sat up straight

“You are,” You looked over at him, agreeing with your boyfriend.

The rest of the dinner was a little awkward and when Honey asked to order cake your mother shot him down, it took a lot for the boy to try and hold on his tears

He thought for sure that he would get along greatly with your mother

“Well, aren’t you a cutie?” A man walked up to you, walking alongside you with Honey on your other side holding your hand, your mother was a bit ahead on a phone call

“Um, can you please leave me alone, I’m not interested,”

“Oh come on now doll, don’t act so uninterested, don’t lie, I know you are,” He was about to place a hand on your shoulder before he was on the ground and Honey was holding him in the position

“Y/n! Y/n! I’m so sorry,” Your mom rushed to you and quickly hung up the call looking at the man on the sidewalk and pulling you into her arms.

“I’m fine mother, he didn’t touch me. Mitsukuni got him for me,” You reassured her, pointing to your boyfriend who was watching the man run away

“Oh Honey! I’m so sorry for how I behaved, you really are a good boy,” She pulled him into her arms. “Why don’t the three of us go get some cake to celebrate!”

Haruhi

It was something your father found important

You and Haruhi had been chatting for awhile and your father had overheard you on the phone many times

The poor single father couldn’t figure if your giggles were friendly ones or ones someone would have when talking to a crush

Though he was intelligent when it came to taking care of the colleges he owned, he knew nothing about girls and their crushes

So, he had to ask his secretary for advice, which he did often since he was raising a girl on his own

The advice he received was to just… ask you?

“Y/n, sweetheart, who are you chatting to?”

“Haruhi, Fujioka Haruhi,” You told him, then getting back onto the phone

He rushed to his phone and asked his secretary to found out some more

When he received the information, he rushed to you again, a bit confused it was a commoner, but open to the idea

“I want to meet this Fujioka, and their parent,”

You told Haruhi and she understood, thinking it made sense that your father would want to meet her, especially since Haruhi liked you a lot and was thinking of ways to ask you out soon!

“I’m Hiro, a pleasure to meet you….?” He looked at Haruhi’s father with confusion.

“Ranka, sorry, I’m coming back from my job,” He apologized, whipping the scarf around his neck a little tighter. “You must be Y/n, Haruhi talks about you often! You’re so adorable!”

“Thank you!” You smiled, then grabbing Haruhi’s hand and dragging her into your larger home

Haruhi was very nervous to meet your father, she didn’t want to say anything and tend to just try and stay glued to your side

“Haruhi, you chat with Y/n often, um, that’s good,” Your father was nervous as well, he didn’t want to make the assumption that you two were dating and risk embarrassing you, something he unfortunately did often

“Yeah, Y/n is nice,” She nodded, and you continued to drag her up to your room, showing her trinkets and books

Ranka and your father went to your garden to chat and have some tea

“You have such a lovely home,” Ranka complimented. “Where is Y/n’s mother, at work?”

“She actually isn’t with us,” Your father coughed. “She passed away after having Y/n,”

“I’m so sorry, Haruhi’s mother hasn’t been with us for a while as well,”

Something in common!!?!

They soon started to talk about the difficulties on raising children on there own, and found each other to be much kinder when the nervous aspect disappeared

(they end up calling each other often when they need more advice with their kids, they become good friends!)

“Haruhi is always talking about Y/n, it’s so cute! My little girl is in love..!!”

“Love?!?!” Your father choked on his tea

“Why yes, it’s so painfully obvious that Haruhi doesn’t even realize it herself! I bet it is the same with Y/n, I hear the way she chats and her giggles through the phone,”

“Y/n is in love?!?!”

“Yeah! I think Haruhi is going to ask them out soon!”

“Ask Y/n out?!?!” Your father was about to pass out on the spot

But, Ranka helped him breathe and she revealed just how great of a daughter Haruhi was that your father didn’t seem too scared

Though he didn’t chat with Haruhi too much because the both of you were too busy chatting with each other, he felt she was a good person

“Well, Haruhi, fine young woman, treat my child well, you are well, um, yes,” Your father nodded and Haruhi did the same

The two won’t go and see a movie together, but they’ll be able to get rid of some nerves soon enough and hold some nice conversations together

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sepublic · 4 years ago

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The Golden Guard: Eda’s Dark Parallel?

Does anyone else think that the Golden Guard actually reminds Lilith a LOT of Eda, specifically Eda as a kid, during the good old days before she got cursed?

Think about it… They’re both sassy, hot-headed teen prodigies with an owl motif and yellow attire. And the way Lilith angrily talks about the Golden Guard, it seems her feelings of resentment mirror how she felt towards Eda back when they were kids? Lilith, who was by-the-book and traditional, worked so hard… And then there’s this younger person with an Owl motif who just swoops in out of nowhere and through talent, completely outclasses her!

If you go with the idea that Lilith wanted Gwendolyn’s approval and had to compete with Eda over that… Then for all we know, maybe Lilith lowkey wanted Belos’ approval as well, but felt like she was being cheated out of that with the Golden Guard, who kept stealing the spotlight from her!

Like she was afraid he’d take her spot as head of the Emperor’s Coven, the way Lilith feared that Eda would win the initiation duel back when they were kids… And lo and behold, the Golden Guard DID take that! Granted Lilith left an obvious vacancy from her own betrayal of Belos so of course he took that spot, but still; It’s quite a sore spot.

In some ways, perhaps Lilith is aware of this, deep-down or not; She might see the Golden Guard as just Young Eda, but without any of the emotional connection, nor any redeeming qualities; If he does have them, again, it’s not like Lilith knows the Golden Guard well enough to know these traits, much less take them into account.

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The Golden Guard is even sixteen years old… Which, is very likely EDA’s age, back when her and Lilith competed for the Emperor’s Coven! That can take on a whole new, dark meaning for her…

Perhaps Lilith is low-key disturbed by the Golden Guard’s existence, because he reminds her too much of Young Eda? Eda, before she was cursed- So it’s like the memory of her is coming back to haunt Lilith, in the form of someone who has no concern for Lilith whatsoever to hold him back, unlike the actual Eda.

And in a way, it’s a horrible reminder that some things never change, that some things stay the same and Lilith can’t get past them, she can’t outgrow it like she thought she did; Because even now, even as head of the Emperor’s Coven, there’s still a 16-year-old prodigy with an owl motif and yellow attire, who is sassy and playful and mischievous, who threatens to upstage Lilith’s self-esteem and sense of power. Somebody Lilith is afraid of; Thirty years later, and she STILL has to deal with this kind of person in her life, but it’s worse because she’s actually older and should be better, yet somehow isn’t…

Who knows? Maybe Lilith even recognized the similarities to Eda, enough to actually be sympathetic to the Golden Guard at first? Perhaps she, on some level, saw the Golden Guard as a way to vicariously redo her past with Eda, but without the mistakes… Maybe she tried to be nice to the Golden Guard, but then he quickly turned out to be a snob, he’s not REALLY Eda; So Lilith settled on never cursing him like she did Eda, but then otherwise decided that she didn’t owe him any love and could just quietly loathe his guts.

Lilith failed Eda in part because she was an older sister who abandoned her in a time of need, but there’s not really that expectation with the Golden Guard, so why bother? She’s got enough on her plate as is, and an ACTUAL Eda to worry about, to look after, to be concerned for and patch things up with.

I’ve even seen people make the very good point that in a lot of ways… The Golden Guard is like a Dark Eda? In the sense that, he’s Eda, had she joined the Emperor’s Coven as a kid. He’s a look at Young Eda, if she didn’t reject the Coven System, and joined Belos- Reveling in her own talent and power as granting her ‘special treatment’ over the rest, so any downsides to the coven system weren’t HER problem anyway!

Again, this adds another layer to the Golden Guard being very reminiscent of Young Eda, and even current Eda as well… Except, he never lost his magic and was never cursed. Maybe that’s another thing he unknowingly haunts Lilith over; He’s lowkey a reminder of what Eda could’ve been, had Lilith not been selfish and a coward, or had she communicated better. Yet at the same time, he’s frustrating- Because the Golden Guard is like the worst parts of Eda, the parts that Lilith hated and made her resentful…

And this constant reminder of the past, of her own issues with Eda back then that culminated in the curse- It could’ve made it a LOT harder for Lilith to really resolve things with Eda, because this kid keeps reminding her why she was so angry, and it’s impossible for her to move on because the Golden Guard isn’t some distant memory, but an actual person who continues to threaten her, the way Eda had…

And of course, the Golden Guard reminds Lilith of the Eda she lost; The happy, carefree Eda who wasn’t cursed, the Eda she could’ve had in a sense. The Eda that Lilith in some ways wanted, yet is forced to confront and acknowledge is a very obnoxious and terrible person that makes her unhappy…

And this kind of rude reminder that the Eda that Lilith wanted would’ve continued to make her miserable, if not moreso, is not something she appreciates shattering her dreams and low-key denial, of a world where things had just been a little different.

The person you’re trying to get, maybe get BACK, wasn’t so great after all- So you just have to move on, and be glad for the Eda who IS happier with her life and more mature, despite being older and more cursed. You gotta move past your guilt Lilith, and realize that Eda is in a better place- Not that she ever needed the curse, but she doesn’t quite need saving from the parts of her life she actually chose for herself, in part to be kind to Lilith no less! Because I bet Lilith believes that deep down, she didn’t deserve Eda’s kindness, so she wishes to reverse that compassionate decision of Eda’s that only resulted in Eda suffering because of how terrible Lily secretly is.

But, back to the subject; There’s more similarities to Eda and the Golden Guard, especially at the end of Separate Tides; How he makes an ominous warning before casually, happily yelling “BYYEEEE!!!”, just like Eda when she warns Luz about trying to have a Moonlight Conjuring in Hooty’s Moving Hassle, before heading off to the Night Market. His widow’s peak even bears a decent resemblance to Eda’s, doesn’t it? Which…

Combined with all of the talk about bird motifs being a Clawthorne thing, it DOES raise many questions about the Golden Guard’s potential connection to Eda. Is he some long-lost son? A third child that Gwendolyn had later in life, because witch biology might allow them to do that? Some homunculus, crafted from bits of DNA from Eda, and maybe even Belos? Belos does seem weirdly fond and trusting of him, the two are placed together in the Season 2 outro when nobody else, not even Kikimora, is there; And of course, the Golden Guard wields a staff, red magic, and fleshy creations, VERY similar to Belos…

I can’t say for sure- But the idea of the Golden Guard as an alternate Eda is fascinating. An Eda who became completely arrogant, and didn’t stop to care about others; Her cockiness and mischief becoming cruel and obnoxious, essentially the worst parts of Eda, down the path she’d always dreaded. A look into another life, a different choice in such a pivotal part of her past… Personally, I LOVE this kind of dark parallel of a character, so I’m hoping these similarities are commented upon in-universe, assuming they’re not outright literal!

In a way, the Golden Guard could haunt Eda, because he reminds her of herself… Of her carefree youth, but what she could’ve had… But also, the terrible things she’d done. And obviously Eda despises the coven system too much to really change her mind, and it’s safe to say that the Golden Guard is not at all what she wanted to ever become… But still, it’s a neat bit of character writing and parallelism. If Belos is like a Dark Luz, what Luz could’ve been had she not grown… And the same could apply between King and Kikimora;

Then who knows? The Golden Guard could be a Dark Eda, who got by talent and continued to take things for granted. An Eda who swore loyalty to Belos and was embraced by the emperor for her skill and ability. Jovial and cheery, but without any of the actual compassion that makes this genuine with Eda. An immature brat who never grew up (granted he’s only sixteen and hasn’t gotten the chance), unlike Eda. And if the Golden Guard is an alternate Eda;

It’s fascinating how his roles are reversed with his alternate Luz… The Eda parallel is younger than the Luz parallel, learning from them, and taking after their motifs as well! But I guess it’s not all too surprising, with how Eda and Luz both learn from one another, though I suspect Belos and the Golden Guard aren’t as mutual, but who knows?

It does make you wonder about Kikimora and King as potential mediators between these duos, whose placement remains consistent… How does Kikimora, the King parallel, interact with her Luz and Eda? Did she become close friends with HER Luz, while, as Dana’s art suggests, she seems somewhat irritated by and resentful of her own Eda? So it’s like Eda and King never grew to be friends and conquer differences… As well as if King never grew to respect Luz and saw her as just a “f*cking nerd”?

With how Luz is taking after Eda, and possibly getting a Cardinal palisman to complete the Clawthorne motif as a new member of the family… Who knows? The Golden Guard could be an intriguing character for her to bounce off of narratively, maybe as someone Luz might have, in another universe, learned to look up to and admire? How well Luz’s relationship be with the Golden Guard, if they are a Dark Eda? And how can this indirectly show us about how Luz and Young Eda would’ve interacted, what Young Eda was like, what Lilith went through as a kid…

And, for all we know- The Golden Guard’s owl motif doesn’t hint at a pre-existing connection to the Clawthornes, but rather a future one… Maybe he’ll end up being adopted by Eda, the way Luz was? I’d love to see the Golden Guard become an evil older sibling who’s protective of Luz…

I ADORE that trope to death; Evil older brother with bright, younger sister, whom he cares about, and the sister cares for him too, even if it’s complicated because the sister believes in the brother to be better, while the brother doesn’t want to be better, or is at least reluctant about having to change…

I’d love to see another Hugo and Kipo dynamic, and actually… If the Golden Guard parallels Eda, then who’s his Lilith? Could it be Luz herself? I’ve talked before the similarities between Luz and Lilith, as kids who were bullied and struggled with a lack of talent, but made up for it with hard work and ingenuity; They’ll give you a lot of trouble for doing the right thing, but then happily leap at the opportunity if they think someone is improving.

And, as Separate Tides has also shown us; They both grapple with guilt over making Eda suffer, unintentionally to varying degrees. Luz and Lilith both learn that they’re not a burden and that it’s okay to ask for help, and come to terms with their guilt with Eda… If Belos and the Golden Guard are Luz and Eda reversed, then could Luz and the Golden Guard also be Lilith and Luz, reversed?

With the Eda parallel being the older sibling in this scenario… An alternate timeline where Eda and Lilith were the same people, but switched places in birth, and it was EDA who ended up being the cruel and toxic sibling who left the younger feeling demeaned and worthless. I imagine if that were the case, the Golden Guard’s toxicity would occur largely in the beginning, as he acts adversarial to Luz and mocks her, taunts her over Eda’s loss of magic, and her own glyphs no doubt; The Golden Guard doesn’t seem to acknowledge glyphs as a valid form of magic himself.

But then, if he were to get a redemption, the Golden Guard’s tune might change as he matures and learns to treat Luz more kindly… In a way mimicking how Eda really grew to care for Luz, but also the way Eda has begun to reconnect with Lilith, except with the Golden Guard as the one with the baggage and guilt.

And, a redemption might not be too implausible, because… He is literally only sixteen, the same age as Emira and Edric, and likely the same age as Eda when SHE was cursed. Younger than Lilith, when she made the worst mistake of her life, because she didn’t understand the coven system for what it truly was –and who could blame her?- and was grappling with a likely terrible mother in Gwendolyn… The Golden Guard is literally a minor, and possibly an overworked teen prodigy.

After all, the first glimpse of his personality Dana gave us, way back in 2020, was of the Golden Guard admitting that he was tired; And despite his usually cheery personality, all of our glimpses at his face behind the mask (symbolism!) have had him look likely serious and glum… But then again, we don’t see the lower half of his face, so who knows?

Perhaps the Golden Guard is abused and overworked by Belos, kind of like Amity with her parents… The Golden Guard is a child dealing with a very toxic influence, and a huge burden of responsibility no less. And with all the potential connections to Belos as maybe even a literal father, or at least a parental figure, it’s not hard to see why the Golden Guard would turn out so messed up. And the Golden Guard being ‘tired’ could be a connection to how Eda is left exhausted from her curse, too.

So, who knows? Because of his age, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect, or at least hope, for a redemption for this kiddo. But a recent sister show to The Owl House has taught me anything, kids aren’t free from death, and Infinity Train made it clear that you can humanize and sympathize and mourn someone who deserved better, yet ultimately dug their grave and was condemned to a sudden death because of that; All because they didn’t know any better, and really couldn’t have.

And on another note- Maybe the Golden Guard has owl motifs like Eda… Because in a lot of ways, he actually admires her? He admires the Owl Lady, or at least the certain ‘past’ version that others such as Lilith may have brought up… Maybe the Golden Guard seeks to supplant Eda the Owl Lady as The Most Powerful Witch in the Boiling Isles. Maybe he sees himself as Eda, but better, and this rebellious, hot-headed kid feels the need to prove himself by defeating someone he sees himself in.

Maybe the Golden Guard is like Lilith, as someone who wishes Eda could’ve joined the coven system, and he’s disappointed in how all her talent was ‘wasted’ on other things. Maybe the Golden Guard was disappointed in Eda losing her magic, losing further respect for his ‘problematic idol’, and/or he felt some validation and vindication in being a successor to Eda.

Does he hold some grudge? Did the Owl Lady’s power excite him, give the Golden Guard a goal to recklessly challenge and defeat, so he can experience the thrill of victory and add to this feeling of invincibility that teenagers, especially the talented ones, have?

Eda as a kid, and even now, has always been fond of spiting what others say she can’t do, or setting new precedents and accomplishments to prove herself. Maybe the Golden Guard is like that, and hopes to take on the onus of outdoing the Owl Lady; Perhaps he admires Eda, and wishes she could’ve joined a coven like him. As an outside admirer, he mourns Eda’s ‘potential’ in a way similar to Lilith, but different; Because he’s a kid who looks up to her, and not an older sibling that has an actual childhood with Eda. If so, then that’s another dark parallel to Luz;

After all, Luz got frustrated by Eda in Adventures in the Elements. So maybe the Golden Guard is someone who grew resentful of Eda for not living up to the legend he hoped, the image he wanted, sort of like Lilith! I’ll go out on a limb and even suggest him as a past apprentice, who unlike Luz, never learned to be patient and appreciate Eda’s teachings, so he turned to the coven system and Belos for easy gratification. He didn’t want to be challenged… And in that way, the Golden Guard could parallel my speculation on Belos, as also a Dark Luz.

So of course, it makes sense that Belos would recognize this same dilemma in the Golden Guard, and perhaps be sympathetic and take him under his wing for it. Eda might not recognize the Golden Guard because he’s changed a bit himself, is hiding his own identity –Lilith doesn’t seem to know much about the witch beneath the mask either, just the public image and façade- and Eda’s been having memory issues. Maybe this will add to the Golden Guard’s resentment, who knows? He really might just be a rebellious teen who Eda failed, unlike with Luz… And that could add to more envy, perhaps.

At the very least; Dana’s fondness for the Golden Guard takes on a whole new meaning… What with how Eda is pretty much one of, if not THE most favorite character of hers, the one who really jumpstarted this entire show and world to begin with… Having this other character she likes essentially be a canon AU version of that beloved creation, would certainly make a lot of sense! Dana likes Eda, she likes to show us about Young Eda; So a character who IS Young Eda, just on a different path, would likely appeal to her. We’ll see…

I think it’s worth noting that in her art of the Golden Guard, it depicts him as essentially a normal, lazy teenager who’s asking someone else to do his chore for him, while he lounges around to do something else. I could see a young Eda as occasionally fulfilling that role and asking her older sister Lily for a favor- And maybe this could allude to the Golden Guard being frequently exhausted from being overworked himself, hence “I’m tired” and wanting to extend his breaks as much as possible. We’ll just have to wait and see…

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serpent-of-the-silver-plumes · 3 years ago

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would you mind talking more about bart and unreliable narration? I always hear people say unreliable narration but I've never seen any concrete examples from media I actually consume so I'd love your thoughts

Oh absolutely!! I actually wrote a thing about this a while back but then went 'this is not well written' and it got buried in my drafts, so I’m glad to have an excuse to pull that up and rewrite it. (Also sorry, this got really long.)

Basically, at one point I was listening to a podcast (Be the Serpent, ep 4), and they categorize different kinds of unreliable narrators into three types: the narrator who knows they are lying to you, the narrator who is lying to themself (and therefore you), and the narrator who is lying because they are missing some key information. I would argue that the three main pov characters of the Bartimaeus Trilogy each represent a different type of these unreliable narrators.

Going in backwards order, Kitty is the narrator who lies because she is missing some key information, at least until the third book. As a commoner, even one who is part of a resistance movement, her knowledge of magic is extremely limited and biased. Were we to go off of her point of view alone, we would get an inaccurate view of this world and the power dynamics that exist within it: that magicians are somehow special in holding magic and that they have evil demons who work alongside them in shared mischief/hunger for power/whatever.

However, because the books include other points of view, the full impact of that unreliability is not realized.

Similarly, Nathaniel lies to himself, especially in the later books. He ignores how much he personally contributes to upholding a system that depends on the oppression and slavery of other sentient beings, and squashes down the last traces of his moral compass. I don’t think he ever really questions the system of government or if it should be there and work the way it does.

To some extent, we do see through his unreliability as well, because Bartimaeus is around to keep a check on him and tell the reader that no, the magicians and their imperialism are bad, that spirits have very good reason to hate humans, and give us other world building details that contradict what Nathaniel believes.

But some of it is about what is going on inside Nathaniel’s own head, so there is also a lot that can’t be fully seen by an outside perspective that has to be assumed by the reader. Like he will deny the sentimental feelings he has towards Ms. Underwood and the guilt he had over Kitty’s supposed death and the fact that he even remotely cares about Bartimaeus, but actions speak louder than words.

Because both of these characters’ unreliability stem from a lack of understanding, having other perspectives in the book in some ways cancels out their unreliability, and actually ties their unreliability more to their character development than as a plot/narration device. Kitty grows more reliable throughout the series while Nathaniel gets less so until the end. This doesn’t make that unreliability useless though, especially in a series aimed for children. By getting each character’s point of view, we can see where they are coming from and how the knowledge and views they have affect the way they act, but there is also someone else to point out how they are wrong, to make you question how true what each individual says is.

Bartimaeus is entirely different from the first two characters. His narration is told in first person, unlike Nathaniel and Kitty’s third person. He talks directly to the reader and goes off on tangential footnotes that are not necessarily part of the events currently happening in the story. Because of this narration style, he also has the power to lie more directly to the reader than any of the other characters.

Given his life, it is understandable how he has gotten into the habit of lying. Every moment of his existence on Earth is spent under the power of someone else, so he lies in order to protect himself. There are some instances where he lies to his masters in order to escape punishment or to lead them into danger so he can be set free, but he also lies about his feelings because he cannot afford to be emotionally vulnerable.

For the most part, I think it can be assumed that the dialogue and most actions that happen in his pov chapters are told as they are, since much of that lines up with what goes on in the other characters’ perspectives, and also there are at least a few things that show him in a less-than-flattering light that he would probably leave out or change if he could. Instead, the lies he tells are largely about his past and his emotions, often done through exaggeration or omission, and cannot be collaborated by others.

When lying about his past, Bartimaeus frequently exaggerates his prestige and role in history. In Ptolemy’s Gate, Bartimaeus says that he talked to King Solomon about Faquarl’s tendency to brag about his historical importance. Even beyond the obvious irony, in the prequel we see Bartimaeus’s time at Solomon’s court, and while it isn’t technically impossible for him to have talked to Solomon about Faquarl, the timing and circumstances make it extremely unlikely. Although his other stories cannot be proven or disproven with what we know, this instance and his general tendency to brag outrageously makes it very likely that Bartimaeus at the very least embellishes.

However, despite being super showy about his past, Bartimaeus doesn’t actually include much important information. He very rarely talks about his great feats as a thief or assassin or anything else. When he lists his accomplishments, he describes building walls and talking to important historical figures. There’s a post somewhere (if I find it, I’ll link it) that explains this as being a way for Bartimaeus to try to take control of his reputation and therefore his life; by associating with safer jobs, he is less likely to be summoned for very dangerous and morally reprehensible jobs.

He does generally try to portray himself as clever and collected and just generally more cool than he actually is. There’s a moment at the end of the first book where he describes himself as trying to calm Nathaniel who is freaking out, and then the next chapter is from Nathaniel’s pov which describes him as being the calmer one while Bartimaeus is a fly anxiously buzzing around.

I don’t remember the exact line, but in the second book there’s an exchange that goes something like this:

“____” I said calmly.

“Stop your whimpering,” Kitty said.

The way Bartimaeus portrays himself is straight up contradicted by the more factual account of the words and actions of someone else. And presumably there are plenty of other times that we do not see contradictory evidence where Bartimaeus straight up lies about how he is reacting to something.

But one of Bartimaeus’s most unreliable points centers around humans. Throughout the books, he constantly talks about the ways he has killed and would like to kill his masters, if given the opportunity. Nathaniel is an exception, one that Bartimaeus does admit to the reader, but even in the third book when he talks the most about how he would kill Nathaniel or even join a demon rebellion if Faquarl offered right then and there, Bartimaeus does not actually follow through on these threats when he gets the chance. Despite all of his talk about how much he hates humans, Bartimaeus has as much of a positive relationship he can have with as many humans possible, given the circumstances.

A lot of his unreliability centers around Ptolemy, which is what some of Bartimaeus’s biggest lies of omission are about. In the first book, we do get the sense that Bartimaeus has a soft spot for at least some humans. His excuses of saving and looking after Nathaniel in order to avoid Indefinite Confinement, while likely not entirely false, do fall a bit flat. We even get a mention of “a boy I had known once before, someone I had loved.” Although this is not explicitly connected to Ptolemy at this point, mentions of brown skin and the Nile make a pretty obvious connection to Ptolemy, especially as Bartimaeus describes taking on Ptolemy’s form several times later on. There is a less obvious hint too, “I sat on the ground, cross-legged, the way Ptolemy used to do.” Even without knowing much about what kind of relationship Bartimaeus had with Ptolemy, that kind of detail shows ‘a devotion to detail that could only come with genuine affection, or perhaps even love.’

It isn’t until the third book until we learn anything substantial about his relationship with Ptolemy, and even then he doesn’t tell the whole story. The fandom jokes about how Bartimaeus just casually mentions in a foot note that he prefers a lioness form because the manes are annoying, and it’s not until the flashback that you find out that the mane is part of what got Ptolemy killed. And even with the flashbacks, you still never see the time that Ptolemy visited the Other Place.

There are a lot of posts on this site that talk about how Bartimaeus absolutely was idealizing Ptolemy, and how there’s some evidence that he isn’t the perfectly sweet never-did-anything-wrong innocent child that Bartimaeus describes him as (notably that part where he was vaguely annoyed that people kept coming to him to ask for help and interrupted his research). Not that Ptolemy secretly sucks or anything, but it’s really easy to let nostalgia skip over the less dramatic details of Ptolemy being an actual human being with flaws.

In summary, I would argue that all of the trilogy protagonists are unreliable narrators to varying extents, and Jonathan Stroud is a genius for how he manages to make it all work.

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Howzer x Genderneutral!Reader

Summary: Will you marry Howzer even though he can’t offer you the shiny things you’re used to? (Inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same title)

Warnings: Like one mention of war and allusion of poverty, otherwise just tooth rotting fluff

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What was he thinking? Your parents were a Duchess and Duke on your home planet, they were friends with the Syndullas, you grew up in a mansion and here Howzer was, wanting to marry you. Not only did he not have much property, most people considered him property, He couldn’t offer you what you were used to, what you deserved. But no matter how often he told himself that he shouldn’t ask you to marry him, he just had to. He couldn’t take the thought of dying without ever having told you just how much you mean to him, how much he wants to spend the rest of his life, however long, with you. But today, he finally decided, was the day. The war was over, for the first time since Howzer could remember there was something resembling peace, and you’d be arriving later that day. Just a few days ago you had commed him, telling him that you had asked your parents to let you finish your university education on Ryloth and they agreed. So you will spend the next two years right there next to him, And afterwards you could look for a job on Ryloth, or maybe, now that the war was over, Howzer could find a way to escape the army and the two of you could settle on your home planet or any corner of the galaxy you wanted. Provided you said yes. Howzer was on duty most of the day, which is why he couldn’t greet you the second you set foot on Ryloth. But as soon as his shift ended he hurried to the Syndullas’ house, in the garden of which the two of you had been secretly meeting for the past two years. Or maybe not so secretly, he thought as he saw Hera waving at him from the window of her bedroom. “Great”, Howzer muttered. He liked Hera, loved her like a little sister even, but he really didn’t want anyone watching this proposal. No one should know, in case you said no, an answer for which Howzer had to be prepared for. That’s the reason he had decided against asking for Eleni’s help in choosing a ring. Instead he had gone with a small silver band, engraved with the initials for both your and his first names. It was classic and simple. And cheap, the nagging voice in his head insisted. Of course there had been many more beautiful rings, but the truth was that he couldn’t afford any of them, even the engraving had almost blown his budget. He finally reached the bush behind which he knew you were hiding. The second he stepped around it and into your eyesight you had your arms wrapped around Howzer. “I’m so glad to see you. I missed you”, you greeted him. Howzer hugged you back for a few seconds before letting go to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “I missed you more”, he whispered, his forehead leaning against yours. You shook your head, a smile on your lips. “That’s impossible.” With a matching smile, though maybe just the slightest bit more nervous, Howzer grabbed your hand and lead you over to a thick log on the ground. As soon as the two of you sat down you rested your head on his shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable, due to his armour, but being uncomfortable with Howzer was million times better than being comfortable alone. Howzer tried his best not to look you in the eyes, which was a lot easier with your current position, because he knew the second you really looked at him you’d be able to tell that he was nervous about something. And he wanted to stall for just a few more moments, just in case the question he was about to ask would ruin everything. “So”, he started. “How was your day?” He didn’t need to ask twice. You began telling him all about the beautiful room the Syndullas had set you up in until you could find an apartment of your own. The university campus you had seen for the first time today and the classes you would take this semester. “I can’t believe I’m finally going back to university after I had to leave when this stupid war started. Although, without this stupid war we never would have met, so I suppose that’s one positive thing about this whole kriffing mess.” It’s now or never, Howzer thought. “Speaking of us...”, he said. He nudged your head with his shoulder to make you lift it before taking both your your hands into his and looking you deep in the eyes. “I really don’t know how to say this. I’ve tried to practice, but everything sounded wrong, so I suppose I’ll just wing it.” A horrified expression made its way to your face and if Howzer’s hands hadn’t been sweating so much he would have noticed moisture gathering in your own palms. “Howzer, my darling, are you breaking up with me?”, you asked, voice shaking and tears threatening to spill. You couldn’t believe it. Just a few days ago he had seemed so happy to have you on Ryloth with him, he had told you he loved you, and now this? Before you could do or say anything else Howzer began shaking his head frantically. “No! Stars, no! Cyare, just listen to me.” You nodded, although still a bit shaky. “I’m so happy to have you here with me for the next two years, but that made me realize, or rather it’s one of the things that made me realize, that I want to have you right next to me for the rest of my life. I don’t know how long my life will be, even now that the war is over, I don’t know what the empire will do with us clones, but if you’ll let me, I will do everything in my power to never leave your side. I know I can’t offer you much, I don’t have a mansion like the one you grew up in, or even a house to call me own, I can’t give you jewelry or fine clothes or the best food, but everything I have, everything I am, I can give to you. I offer you my heart and my soul and I promise to do whatever I can to make you happy for as long as you want me to.” After his last words he let go of one of your hands and knelt down in front of you on the ground. In the same swift motion he pulled a simple black box out of his holster where his blaster should be. “(Y/N), cyar’ika, mesh’la, my beloved, my beautiful, my darling, my sun and stars, will you marry me?” The tears that had been in your eyes earlier were now floating. Never had anyone said something like that to you, offered you so much and asked a question you never knew you wanted to hear. But Howzer, in his worried state, misinterpreted your tears. He sat the box down on the ground and put a hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I should have known you wouldn’t want to marry a man who cannot offer you the riches you’re used to.” Tears were now making their way down his cheeks as well. You shook your head, slowly at first, then violently. How could he think that that’s why you’re crying? “Howzer, I love you. I love you whether you’re the richest man in the galaxy or the poorest, it doesn’t matter. I may like shiny things, but I’d marry you no matter what, even if you proposed with a paper ring.” Within seconds his expression went from shock to relief to pure happiness and love. He lifted the box from the ground again and opened it, showing you the ring inside. “It may not be paper, but I doubt this is worth much more.” Laughter bubbled past your lips. Without thinking you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Howzer’s forehead, another to his cheeks, his eyelids and his nose, before your lips finally connected in a loving kiss. “I still need an answer, mesh’la”, Howzer mumbled against your lips after you had separated to catch your breath. You wouldn’t have thought it possible to smile even wider, but somehow you did. “Yes. My answer is yes, Howzer. I will marry you.” With a smile matching yours, and after another quick kiss, he gently slipped the ring on your finger. And even though it was probably the cheapest thing you owned, it was also the most valuable and you loved it almost as much as the man who had given it to you.

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I know my usual day to post is Friday, but I was listening to Paper Rings and thinking of the latest Bad Batch episode and this fic just came to me and I couldn’t wait to write and share it.

#howzer x reader #howzer x you #captain howzer #howzer #captain howzer x reader #captain howzer x you #captain howzer imagine #howzer imagine #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch imagine #tbb imagine

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stylistiquements · 3 years ago

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Day 1 : Soap Bubbles.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : You're being introduce to the internet in a peculiar way, it's up to you to decide what you're going to do with it.

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.4k | W: written part underneath

𐐪𐑂 Warning : very few swears

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The coffee that sinks inside your stomach brings out a grimace and a click of your tongue where the taste stains; too bitter, too acidic but you’ll drink it anyway and to the last drop; there is something about the idea of spending time with three best friends that is so made of spring and honey that you wish to miss none of it.

“Someone is lurking,” George contemplates out loud, and the call goes silent for a second as if to look for the intruder. And it would so easy to flinch, to hit the back pedal, because you almost feel like one being exposed front stage like that. But today- today is not that day.

It's not that you don't want to join the discussion, it's that it takes a second to warm up, to absorb the energy and become one with it.

And sometimes, all it takes is Sapnap to exclaim, “Panini head, my beloved!” for your smile synchronizes with his chuckles. Somehow, once noticed by the right person, life flows back naturally.

George and Dream greets you in trailing unison, like two kids forced to greet their unwelcomed aunt on a sunday afternoon.

“H-hey troublemakers,” you finally say. Your voice is still quiet, not reluctant, but rather uncertain. It doesn't bother anyone.

“I’m beating Dream’s ass at chess and he’s bitter,” Sap explains, and you silently nod, as if they were able to see you.

A long silence follows along, rythmed by clicks of mouses and keyboards and it falls in your ears like high droplets. It's comfortable. It's intimate, shared with friends only.

"We haven't heard from you in a while," Dream says. "I mean ... before the clout fiasco."

You wouldn't exactly call it a fiasco, even though you don't really like the idea of being perceived a little too closely from the eyes of twitter.com, but you do agree anyway, "I've been caught up on college essays lately."

"That sucks," George probably adds.

“Good thing you’re here, then,” Dream notes, simple as a breath. “This is a worry-free zone.”

It hovers for a second, carried by George’s approval hum.

You squint suspiciously, detective mode, at the profile pictures that light on and off before your eyes, “Thanks, dream.”

He scoffs a “sure” and you’re not sure why you sense a bit of irony stuck on the back of his teeth. You're so tempted to call him out, but you don't. Instead, you write a mental note of this odd moment.

“It’s because I told him about your three brothers and now he’s scared they’re gonna find him and kick his ass,” Sap explains as if he just read your mind.

Sometimes, there’s this thing in the air, though you’re miles away. Something like a connection. There’s this thing when you don’t need to talk for Sap to understand. Sharing one brain cell, you dismiss ironically. Probably coincidences and predictability, but it always sounds a little special, a little like something you’d wish to be out of this world, like morning dew and fairy circles. And it makes you feel safe, at home, just like snuggling up in the sheets during a stormy night. Your smile washes up the sleeve of your hoodie, covered palm carefully hiding your chuckles.

“Three older brothers,” George muses, and there’s no telling if it’s something meant for you to hear. “That’s kinda scary.”

“You better be scared, one of them is probably your FBI agent,” you tease mindlessly, though there's nothing scary about those three grown men.

“I’m British, Bunny,” he points out. Whether the exasperation in his tone is fake or genuine, that, you can’t tell, but you play it cool, grin carved so deep it almost hurts. Dream’s wheezes rise and fall in the background.

“Say that to his face then,” you outbid smirkingly after a second of silence, heels growing into the carpet to make your chair spin slowly left and right, so breezily.

“I’d praise you for the rest of my life if you-Oooooooh your ass is wacked. Your ass is so wacked, dude. You fucked up so bad,” Sapnap chokes out between strings of giggles.

“Oh no, my streamer is losing his game?” You theatrically pout. “My streamer Dreamwastaken, have you met him? Guess you don’t need any of my brothers to kick your ass.”

“Okay yeah- no- it’s not my fault if your- they’re distracting me, okay?” Dream defends.

Slowly, the energy lowers again and the call remembers peace as Dream admits defeat.

“I’m not playing against you anymore,” he mumbles through greeted teeth, your hoodie shelters a muffled giggle. “Let’s talk about y/n’s twitter fame instead.”

“Let’s just not-” you mutter, both because seeing Dream lose at something is a miracle that has to be witnessed once and because you’re somewhat reluctant. “Let’s just not talk about that.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea it would draw this much attention to you,” Sap admits.

“Well, you talk about her all the time it was only a matter of time before twitter finds out,” George taunts and you secretly smile, listening to the way your best friend tries to defend himself, mind flooded with the last memories you have of when you were able to see those chuckles for real.

“Yeah, Quackity already told me you guys talk behind my back,” you fakely muse. “That’s totally fine, I don’t wanna know what you guys are talking about at all.” It’s a lie, obviously, the idea creeps upon your mind with assumptions you can’t quite get a grip of nor let go.

“You and Quackity talk?’ Sapnap asks, hint of surprise, and you hum.

“Or rather, he talks to me. He keeps calling-.” Shit. The forsaken word traps itself into your mouth. It’s too silly anyway.

“Come on, just say it,” Dream pushes as if he knew too much, more than you even do, and your cheeks flush mindlessly. You don’t notice.

“Dream, quit it!” You demand.

“Quit what?”

“You talk as if you knew more than anyone did.”

“Maybe I just do,” he coos, so dream-like.

Oblivious or careless, Sapnap asks, “Is Quackity bothering you or something?”

“He-" you begin but stop to look for the right way to put it, "He triggers my flight or fight response.”

"I mean, duh," Sapnap probably rolls his eyes.

"But I like him. He's funny."

After a second of silence, George says, “Well that was unexpected.”

“Not so much, I think we’re both chaotic neutral people.”

“What is that neutral chaotic thing anyway?” Dream is confused.

Roll up your sleeve girl boss because now is your time to shine! You offer your best dream smp alignment chart to the classroom. They're speechless, but they listen carefully.

"Then you're more chaotic good than neutral. You're too sweet anyway," Sap says.

"I'd even say lawful good," George debates.

"That's because you haven't seen Bunny during her crazy cat hour."

"True," you note.

"She'll go absolutely batshit."

“What?" George burst between confusion and surprise. "We've never seen you like that."

"A lady never reveal her secrets," you retort. No one answer.

It leaves a second for your mind to enjoy peace. For your eyes to lay on c!tubbo on lawful good and think true, then on c!dream on chaotic evil and think also very true. You huff and it's like a wave; as sarcasm leaves your breath, an idea comes in.

"Sap, check your DMs," you request.

Surrounded by the evening lull, Sapnap’s laugh pops like soap bubbles, "God, you’re so stupid. Why can't you just marry me?"

“So, is it Sapnap approved?” You chuckle lightly to prevent Sapnap’s morning fresh laugh to fill your chest and leak everywhere.

“Just press ‘send tweet’ please,” he confirms with leftovers of a smile in his voice.

"George, get me out of here. They're doing it again," Dream whines.

"Doing what?" He asks, unbothered.

"Act like they're alone in the convo. Just get a room." And you don't get to stand up for yourself that you and your best friend are actually sent to another room.

"Well this one is chaotic evil confirmed," you mumble as you roll your eyes but the vibes are much peaceful, much more comfortable in here. "So ... hi."

"Hi," he chuckles in return.

Maybe that's for the best; a moment that needs to stay a little timeless, secretive and special. It hasn't happened in so long, you don't even remember the last time it did.

"I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know?" He says, and it's hard to not feel so bittersweet about it. It's hard when longing involves a craved touch, a real smile and an eye contact. Your shoulder sinks in the chair a little harder.

"I miss you too. I'll be here soon," you promise. And soon couldn't come any sooner.

But the conversation, soft and free, will wash up any worries, as always, and you'll end up talking about everything and nothing, about streams and planned videos and college and god knows what. As long as it makes the two of you happy and smiling. Just like the old days, you'll both think and it's fair to say until the evening turns into night and night turns into fatigue.

"Are you sure you're okay about that clout?" He asks once again. "I know you don't like being exposed like that."

"Yeah, yeah don't worry too much about it. I'll try to make good use of it."

"I'm sure you will," he murmurs, but oh boy did he not know what was about to come until you two meet.

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Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa ; @gaysludge

A/N : so first of all it has come to my attention that 129 days from now on is actually my birthday so that's a weird coincidence lol. Hi how are you guys?? welcome to the first part I hope you liked it. I'm fairly new to the mcyt community and that's the first time I write for them, so bear with me. Feedbacks are always appreciated. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

#sapnap smau #smau #mcyt smau #sapnap x you #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #sapnap series #129 days #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #sapnap fluff

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mymoodwriting · 3 years ago

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Request for @jaeminhyuckiii/Anon (a continuation to this and my gosh did I go off, my bad) 14.7k, sci-fi technology, doppelgangers, manipulation, androids, betrayal, trance, mind control, yandere

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“How long is this gonna take?”

“Hours Haechan, hours, maybe a day or two.”

“Ugh…”

“Be grateful we’re even doing this. If it hadn’t been for Jungwoo we’d just be talking to her now. That is if those college idiots actually performed like we expected.”

“You’re thinking too highly of them, Doyoung. They never seemed that smart.”

“They had… no, no you’re right, Jaehyun. Idiots through and through.”

“If you need something to do, Haechan, why not get back to our original project.”

“Aish, don’t remind me of that. I’m sick of it. Why do people have to be so stupid.”

“It was nice to see someone that looks like you being an idiot.” Johnny added. “That left a good memory.”

“You weren’t any better.”

“Then I guess we all got a chuckle out of our doubles.”

“And a headache.”

Their conversation was interrupted by your sudden screaming. It didn’t get a reaction from them, they expected it. Despite their warnings it was obvious you wouldn’t listen, or maybe it was just instinctual. It wasn’t your first scream either, and it wouldn’t be your last, not until they got through the most recent memories. For that reason you were still restrained until you calmed down.

“My poor girl.” Jaehyun came over, caressing your cheek. “I can’t imagine what’s going on in your head right now.”

“Ha… help… please… Jaehyun…”

“Hm, I wish I could do something but your mind can’t be inhibited in any way. You’re also in a robotic body right now, the pain is really all in your head. It’s actually amazing to see you reacting like this.”

You whimpered, but there really was nothing he could do. You tried saying something else but your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you went quiet.

“You think I can make her act like that again later?” Yuta asked. “You know when she’s ours.”

“You think you’re that good?” Johnny scoffed. “You wish.”

“And you think you’re better?”

“I know I am.”

“Enough, both of you.” Taeyong ordered. “We do need to focus on our original task. We haven’t made a proper report in weeks.”

“I’m sure that’s upsetting.” Mark added. “Will we get in trouble?”

“Us? In trouble? Impossible. When our benefactors find out what we’ve been up to they might be glad.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“But-”

Jungwoo suddenly gasped awake, falling out of his chair, startled from his trance. Everyone stopped, a few going over to his side.

“What the fuck happened?”

“We have a problem…”

♥♥♥♥♥

Jungwoo didn’t bother with the bodies around him. They weren’t dead, and they wouldn’t be a problem so he let them be. His focus was on you and getting you home where you belonged. It wouldn’t take too long, and then he could be done parading around in this body. He was grateful it looked like him, but just wasn’t as good looking. He went over to his work area, retrieving his lock box.

The original idea was that after the college nerds created the communicators, they could be modified to be transporters. Since Jungwoo bypassed that whole idea, he had secretly been working on making the transporters himself for this moment. It made everything easier as he could follow the original design and get the parts he needed with ease. The only benefit these nerds ever provided was nearly unlimited access to parts.

He got the bracelets out of the box, connecting them to the tablet he had and making sure they were operational. Of course they were, he had built them with the utmost care. Once he ran all the system checks he put them on you, one on each wrist, starting up the process. It wasn’t entirely instantaneous, the tech needing time to completely map out one’s biological structure so nothing gets left behind, and take note of things on you like clothes and accessories. Accidents can’t really happen as activating the bracelets is impossible until the mapping out is done, and that takes a good couple minutes.

Jungwoo watched you with a smile on his face, wondering how things were going back home. It was going to take a while before you truly woke up again, but he could wait. He had the patience for this. More than anything he just wanted to leave this world. He’s had enough of it, hating that he had to pretend to be much less intelligent for the sake of blending in and not arousing suspicion. At least now he could see the end. He gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We’ll be going home soon baby.”

“The fuck you are!”

Jungwoo was suddenly hit over the head, collapsing to the ground. The tablet slipped out of his hands and he turned back just in time to see Johnny kick him in the chest. He groaned from the pain, but began crawling towards the tablet, needing to know where everything was at. Whether or not fortune would be on his side. He didn’t get answers though as another blow to the head knocked him out cold.

Johnny was breathing heavily as he stared down at Jungwoo, carefully turning him over and making sure he wasn’t dead. He needed to restrain the other, but he had to make sure you were okay. The first thing that became painfully obvious was that you weren’t waking up. He didn’t know what to do, the others around him still unconscious, or at least he hoped. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed the tablet on the floor and a progress bar. It was about seventy-five percent complete and he started trying to figure out what it meant.

He quickly looked you over and realized the bracelets on your were out of place. He fumbled with them until he found the release switch, getting them both off you and seeing that the progress bar had been interrupted. For now he could breathe a sigh of relief, but he still needed to tie up Jungwoo. As he did that, Jaehyun regained consciousness, struggling to stand and leaning heavily against the wall. His eyes managed to focus on the only movement in the room, seeing Johnny tying Jungwoo to a chair.

“What are you… what happened…”

“That’s what I wanna know.”

“Y/n… where’s y/n?”

“In bed like we left her, but she’s not waking up.”

“Huh?”

Jaehyun stumbled over to the bed, falling to his knees at your side, taking your hand. He shook you a bit, but you were completely unresponsive.

“Y/n! Y/n!”

“She’s not dead.”

“Isn’t this the same shit? What happened!”

“I don’t know! Now come here and help me tie him up.”

“Jungwoo… this is his fault!”

“No shit. We’ll get answers out of him when he wakes up.”

Slowly, one by one, the others regained consciousness as well. Haechan was the one to stumble upon the futuristic gun in their lab, carefully examining it and accidentally firing at the wall, leaving a rather big dent.

“We got shot with this!” Haechan yelled. “Hyung, I think we’re all concussed.”

“Our health is not the issue right now.” Yuta hissed, staying at your bedside. “We need to fix this.”

“How?”

“I don’t know! We did this, didn’t we?”

“You’re not the one who shot us.” Doyoung countered. “Jungwoo has a lot of explaining to do. Let’s wake him up.”

There was no need to be subtle, so Haechan spilled a bucket of cold water onto Jungwoo’s head. The boy gasped awake, trying to move but finding himself restrained, excessively. He shook his head, trying to get some water out of his face, eventually taking in his surroundings and the situation he was in.

“What is happening?”

“Don’t play games.” Taeyong set down the gun on the table. “You’ve been lying to us.”

“About what?”

“Ya! What did I just say!”

“Is this some prank? Untie me, this is ridiculous.”

“I will shoot you with this gun myself if you don’t start talking!”

“I don’t-”

Jungwoo’s eyes suddenly rolled to the back of his head, his body twitching for a moment. Nobody moved, uncertain if something was wrong, or something bad was about to happen, in a sense it was both. Jungwoo’s head was thrown back, and then his body relaxed, the boy taking in a breath and then examining his audience. The look in his eyes had changed, and it sent chills down everyone’s spine.

“I should have increased the output.”

“You… you’re not Jungwoo.” Mark mumbled. “Are you?”

“I am.”

“You can’t be.”

“I am, Jungwoo, just not yours.”

“Ours?”

“Aish, you guys are really slow. It’s like talking to children.”

“Then tell us everything!” Johnny demanded. “What’s going on?”

“But you already know.”

“Know what?”

“Everything.” Jungwoo scoffed. “Even now you still don’t believe her.”

“Huh?”

“Everything y/n told you is true.”

“You mean her ramblings about going to another dimension are true?”

“My dimension, yes.”

“So every time she went to sleep she wound up in your world.” Jaehyun began. “And you guys were trying to… keep her there… you made us believe she was crazy!”

“No, no, no, I made the suggestion she was sleep deprived and delusional, you just chose to believe she was going insane instead of listening to her. You really don’t deserve her.”

“Y/n!” Yuta tried to wake you. “Y/n, please wake up!”

“She’s not here right now.” Jungwoo informed. “So don’t bother.”

“Fix her.” Taeyong ordered. “Now!”

“And why would I do that? Not like I could anyway.”

“Where’s Jungwoo?” Haechan suddenly asked. “The real one, ours.”

“He’s right here. I’m just inhabiting his body right now. He’s in a deep sleep, unaware of anything, and only I can wake him up, so you better be careful.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Hm… about a month, whenever you got our message, since then.”

“You motherfucker.”

“Easy. Although you should be glad your Jungwoo doesn’t know anything. The rest of you seem so stressed.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Doyoung mumbled. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because she deserves better.”

Doyoung was ready to jump Jungwoo and rough him up a bit, but Taeyong shot him with the futuristic gun, rendering the boy unconscious. Taeyong took a moment to breathe, tossing the gun to the side.

“Someone gag him, I don’t wanna hear anything else.” Taeyong said. “What else do we have? What about those bracelets?”

“I’m not sure.” Johnny responded. “She was wearing them and they were doing something, although I interrupted things when I removed them.”

“Let me see.”

Johnny handed over the tablet and bracelets, Mark gagging Jungwoo with some tape. Taeyong examined the bracelets, knowing very well it was tech beyond their capabilities. Doyoung started going through Jungwoo’s things, finding unfamiliar blueprints that matched the bracelets, putting them on the center table as they all began to try and decipher this. Yuta remained at your side, holding your hand tightly.

“I’m sorry… we should have listened… please come back to us…”

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“Define problem.”

“We should have killed them.”

“That’s too easy.” Taeyong stated. “Now what happened?”

“Johnny woke up and attacked me.”

“And y/n?”

“The transporters weren’t ready.”

“Aish, get back there, now.”

“It’s gonna take a minute, I’ve never been kicked out like that before, it’s a new experience for me.”

“Should we go there?” Doyoung suggested. “Bring her back ourselves?”

“Having Jungwoo project his consciousness is enough to piss off our benefactors if they find out what we’ve been doing.”

“You’re the one who said we wouldn’t get in trouble.” Mark reminded.

“We won’t, but they’ve never liked the idea of us being in any danger. So traveling to another dimension is absolutely out of the question.”

“Then what are we going to do?”

“Let’s just tell them.” Jaehyun suggested. “If we inform our benefactors what we’ve been up to, I’m sure they’d be happy to help us.”

“And tell them that we couldn’t do this ourselves?” Haechan questioned. “No fucken way. We should show them we’re not just tech geniuses.”

“Then what’s your brilliant idea?”

“I can’t do all the work here.”

“Shut up then.”

“Let’s just have Jungwoo do some recon first.” Doyoung suggested. “Assess the situation and we can go from there. All we really need to do is get y/n here and we’re good.”

“That’s easier said than done.” Jungwoo added. “But I want to be done with that world already and disconnect from that boy, so let’s work fast. I’ll be back.”

Jungwoo was already dreading going back, but he had to. As he got comfortable and drifted off the others started thinking of solutions.

“How is she anyway?” Yuta asked. “Is she still screaming?”

“It’s gonna take a few more hours before she settles.” Mark said. “So just be patient.”

“This will all be pointless if we don’t get the real her here.”

“We will, we just need to deal with the idiots first.”

♥♥♥♥♥

The original blueprints they received for the communicator were far simpler than whatever Jungwoo had been working on. They were all somewhat mentally scolding themselves for not realizing that Jungwoo wasn’t himself for so long. Now that they had him tied up they felt somewhat worse, but they needed to figure out what was happening first.

“They’re… teleportation devices, right?” Johnny questioned. “What else would it be, they’re trying to take her.”

“Bracelets?”

“We got shot with a high tech stun gun, remember Mark. The schematics look somewhat similar to the communicator we were working on, which would have been interdimensional communication, this is just interdimensional travel.”

“Still.”

“It would make sense.” Doyoung added, looking at the tablet. “It says here the bracelets were mapping something out, and giving a destination which is just a bunch of numbers.”

“So one of us can go to another dimension.” Jaehyun said. “With these bracelets?”

“Theoretically, yes.”

“Then let’s do it.”

“Huh?”

“You heard… the imposter, he can’t fix this, which means we need to go there.”

“We have no idea what to expect.” Yuta said. “We can’t just-”

“And what’s your brilliant plan?”

“I don’t have one, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to face our evil twins in another world.”

“Y/n’s already there, how else are we supposed to help her?”

“And how are we gonna travel across space and time? You know how to work this kinda tech?”

“No, but we can ask the faker tied up.”

“And what makes you think he’ll tell us the truth? That he won’t stab us in the back.”

“We outnumber him, he can’t possibly take us all on.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Where’s your plan then?”

“Enough.” Taeyong sighed. “We are just arguing in circles, we don’t really have a choice but to get answers from… him…”

For a while now Jungwoo had been conscious, but he didn’t make his presence known, he merely watched quietly. He tested his restraints, decent, but if he popped a few things out of place he could easily slip out. Although it seemed he wouldn’t need to. Haechan walked over, Jungwoo smiling up with his eyes before the tape was ripped off his mouth.

“Why is she still here?”

“Ah… what?”

“If your plan was to take y/n, and you’ve been here for a month, what’s taken you so long?”

“Well, I did go rogue from the original plan, but even then, we needed to check somethings first. It might have been easier to take her if she wasn’t freaking out, but skipping over some steps leads to unforeseen consequences.”

“So you fucked up?”

“I said I should have increased the output. I voted to kill you all, but the others said no.”

“Lucky us.”

“Very. So, what’s this about you wanting to come to my dimension?”

“You said you can’t fix her.” Johnny reminded. “But you can back home, can’t you?”

“And what if I can? You going to untie me?”

“You’re going to take us to your dimension, and fix y/n.”

“Hm… and what do I get out of this?”

“You get to go home.”

“That doesn’t sound fair.” Jungwoo sighed. “But why not. My brothers won’t come here, so it’s better we all go there. Although y/n has to come with.”

“She stays here where she’s safe.”

“Then no one goes. If you wanna put her mind back in her body, we gotta have her there to make sure everything goes well.”

“Put her mind back in her body?” Mark questioned. “What the fuck are you doing!”

“It’s temporary, but her body does need to be near to put her mind back. Now, you still have the bracelets, excellent. Restart the mapping sequence.”

“I…”

“Just untie me. I won’t run away, promise, I’d like to go home too.”

It was quiet for a while, but Taeyong eventually gave the order, keeping the stun gun on him. Jungwoo was grateful, taking the tablet and starting to reconfigure some of the settings. He grabbed a bracelet and walked towards you but was quickly stopped.

“Don’t touch her.” Haechan hissed. “Or else.”

“Oh, so scary. Just put the bracelet on her then, thanks.”

“She’s not going first by herself.” Jaehyun said. “One of us will go first.”

“Don’t worry, we can all go together. It’s just easier for her to use one bracelet since she’s unconscious, the rest of us can use the other.”

“What?”

“I won’t bother explaining, just trust me. You guys wouldn’t understand anyway.”

“You better not be lying.”

“Nah, bringing you all to my world will be so much fun.”

Jungwoo focused on the tablet some more, grabbing the other bracelet, messing with it a bit and expanding it.

“Here, everyone grab on. It’s gonna take a while for the transporter to map us all out, but once we’re set we’ll go, and y/n will come along.”

“You sure?”

“I built this, I know how my own tech works. You can trust me.”

“We don’t.”

“Then you can trust my tech. I’m going with you after all, I don’t want to get hurt either, and I definitely don’t want to hurt y/n.”

“That I suppose we can trust.”

Jungwoo smiled, and they all grabbed the ring. It took longer this time, so waiting around in a circle was kind of awkward. They didn’t know what to expect going forward, but as long as they could save you, nothing else mattered. Once everything was good to go, Jungwoo informed them, telling them to hold on tight, they should only feel a slight tingle.

“I welcome you to my world, enjoy your stay.”

♥♥♥♥♥

In the blink of an eye they had traveled across the stars.. One moment they were in their lab, the next out in a dark field.

“What the fu-”

They all doubled over, a few gagging, a few actually emptying out their stomachs. Jungwoo was no exception, wanting to get out of this copy immediately.

“Gosh that’s disgusting.”

“Where are we?” Mark asked. “What is this place…”

“My backyard.” Jungwoo responded. “And we’re all trespassing.”

“What?”

Lights from a nearby building came on, illuminating them all. It blinded them and before they could adjust parts of the ground opened up, revealing more stun guns and knocking them all out. Jungwoo dipped before getting hit, happily waking up back in his own body in his lab. He immediately got up to stretch, seeing that some of the others were focused on your recently delivered body on the bed, and others were checking security feed.

“What did you do, Jungwoo?” Taeyong asked.

“I brought some friends. How’s y/n?”

“Stable. Her body didn’t react too harshly to the trip.”

“Good, and her mind?”

“Processing.”

“Right.” Jungwoo skipped over to your body on the bed, kissing your head. “See, I told you I’d bring you home. Now, how about the rest of us go collect our guests.”

“Why?”

“It’ll be fun, come on.”

They all went out, except for Yuta who stayed behind to keep an eye on you, and shut down the security systems for a moment. It was rather strange to see themselves passed out, but it was really more of an annoyance.

“Why did you bring them again?” Jaehyun asked. “They’re useless.”

“It was the fastest way to get y/n here. Besides, they wanted to come.”

“Let’s just send them back.”

“That won’t be easy.” Doyoung reminded. “They won’t go back the way they came, and using our transporters means they’d wind up keeping them, and that’s a big no.”

“Aish, why did you have to complicate things?” Haechan hissed. “Now we gotta lock them up until we… wait, how are we gonna send them back?”

“We could just kill them and bury their bodies.” Jungwoo suggested. “I’ll get a shovel.”

“No.” Taeyong stated. “We’re going to lock them up, and I am going to contact our benefactors.”

“What!”

“We do not have the tech to send them back ourselves. Not while we’re out in this hideout. Either we reach out to Kosmo or go back to N-City, either way, our benefactors are gonna know what we’ve been up to.”

“Let’s just lock them up.” Johnny said. “Two of you grab a body and I’ll move one myself.”

“We can leave Jungwoo for last. He isn’t gonna wake up anytime soon.”

“Ah, so you finally disconnected?”

“Yes. I can’t stand him anymore.”

“Good, cause it’s creepy seeing you unconscious in the lab. I had to stop Haechan from drawing faces on you every five minutes.”

“You should have let him. I’d kick his ass for it later.”

“You see!” Haechan yelled. “I told you he’d let me.”

“You’re both weird.”

With seven of them, they could move all the bodies in about two trips. Although they should have realized things wouldn’t work out so well. They never really had intruders before, so their own sense of security wasn’t as high. While they were gone Johnny managed to wake up. He tried to get someone else up, realizing some were already missing. Perhaps it was cowardly to run, but too much was happening too fast he just acted on instinct.

He ran with no other motive in mind than to escape. There was no plan, no direction, just getting somewhere safe. Without meaning to, he ran towards the nearest building, finding the door and stepping in. He froze at the sight before him. It was the lab, except it was different, especially since he zoned in on you tied to a chair. He quickly stepped down, going to you and grabbing your face, somewhat in disbelief, slowly realizing how cold you were and that this wasn’t completely you.

“Johnny…” You whined. “Is that you…”

“Yeah, yeah it’s me, we came to… you’re gonna be alright.”

“It hurts…”

“We’re gonna fix this okay, just, hold on.”

Johnny started looking at how he could remove your restraints. Although he stopped when his eyes found Yuta, and your real body in the bed besides him. It was clear Yuta was examining you, oblivious to everything else with his headphones on. Now Johnny needed to deal with the other or risk getting exposed but when Yuta turned back and took notice of him, he smiled.

“Did you ditch the others?”

“Yeah, I figured they could do it themselves…”

“Taeyong is gonna…” Yuta trailed off, his demeanor changing. “You’re not Johnny.”

“Haha, very funny. I don’t-”

“My Johnny wears nail polish.”

“Of course he does.”

Yuta reached over to the desk near him, getting a stun gun and aiming it at the intruder. Johnny put his hands up, already regretting not acting sooner.

“Step away from y/n.”

“Which one?”

“Funny, now back off.”

“What the fuck are you guys even doing?!”

“Helping her, unlike the rest of you. She deserves better.”

“And what makes you think she’ll just stay with you after all the shit you’ve put her through?”

“Don’t worry about that, we know she’ll be happy with us.”

“You’re fucken delusional.”

“I’m starting to agree with Jungwoo, we should just kill you.”

“I-”

Yuta fired the gun and Johnny collapsed to the floor. Even in your state you somewhat understood the situation, screaming and wanting to cry, but you couldn’t. Yuta came over to make sure Johnny was knocked out, gently caressing your cheek after.

“Sh, it’s okay baby, no one’s gonna hurt you.”

“Please…”

“Sh, you-”

The door burst open, Johnny and Jaehyun coming in, seeing the body on the floor. They were both slightly panicked, but seeing the problem dealt with was great, although it brought up a question.

“Did you-”

“No. Now get that monkey out of here. And pay attention next time.”

“It wasn’t our fault.”

You had slipped back under, the fog rolling over and consuming you without a fight. It was getting harder and harder to find clarity, forgetting what was actually going on. You knew eventually you’d just forget, become whatever it is they wanted, and for now that fear kept you sane, but that was running out too.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Fuck!”

Waking up and finding yourself in a cage was the worst case scenario. So Taeyong let out his frustrations the only way he knew how, swearing. It didn’t do him any good, there was no escape, but at least he could count heads.

“We’re all here.” Doyoung assured. “Although Jungwoo still hasn’t woken up.”

They were all locked up together, nothing but a concrete floor beneath them, and this transparent blue forcefield around. Taeyong reached out to touch it, but despite its look, it was like touching a wall, so there was no escape.

“What about y/n?”

“I saw her for a moment.” Johnny admitted. “I ran… and I went into their lab and just… she was tied up and crying and in pain.”

“You left us?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care for that, you shouldn’t have gotten caught.”

Johnny scoffed. “Yuta shot me.”

“I did?”

“Your twin.”

“Damn…”

“What about y/n?” Taeyong asked again. “Is there anything else about her?”

“I don’t know what they’re doing to her. He just said they were helping her.”

“She’s suffering.”

“It’s temporary.”

A familiar, and at the same time eerie, voice caught their attention. Beyond their cage there was nothing but darkness, and now they could see someone emerging from the shadows. It was Taeyong, or at least another version of him. He didn’t seem interested in them, if anything he was annoyed.

“Y/n will be fine.”

“Give her back!” Doyoung hissed. “She’s not yours.”

“And you don’t deserve her.”

“What? What gives you the right to say something like that!”

“Because I’ve been watching you, your world, for a while now.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, about… two months ago, my boys and I were rather bored and thought we’d peek into other worlds. We stumbled upon yours, and you all seemed like us, so we thought to watch you in your lab. Then we noticed the girl in the background. She was so quiet and adorable, and you all barely paid her any attention. It was obvious she wanted to be there, to be with you all, but you couldn’t spare her the time. It was annoying to watch, so we thought to save her.”

“Save her?” Jaehyun questioned. “She’s screaming and crying in pain, you’re just hurting her.”

“Temporarily. She won’t remember anything.”

“What are you doing to her! What have you been doing!”

Taeyong sighed. “It’s rather complicated so give me a second to figure out how to explain this.”

“Seriously?”

“Very much so. Now, all we’re doing is rewriting some of her memories, so she can be with us and be happy.”

“You can’t just do that!”

“It’s very possible in my world. I know yours isn’t as advanced. We just put her mind in a robotic body, turned her brain into code and from there it’s so easy to rewrite.”

“Why?” Haechan asked. “Why are you doing this? She’s not from your world, what about the y/n from here? Why not find her and-”

“Because she’s dead.”

“What…”

“Of course when we saw her we were curious about her twin here, but she passed.”

“How… how did she die…”

“She died in the war.”

“War?”

“Yes, my world is more complicated than yours. So you see there was no y/n for us to find and befriend. You weren’t caring for yours, so why not take her and give her a better life here. That’s exactly what we’re doing, so don’t worry, she’ll be happy with us.”

“You’re psychotic.” Taeyong spoke up. “She’s not from your world, you can’t just take her.”

“And who’s gonna stop us? You? In case you forgot y/n warned you, told you to ignore us, but did you listen? No, you hurt her, and continued to ignore her. She deserves better.”

“And what makes you think you’re better?” Doyoung questioned. “Your world is caught in a war isn’t it? You’re just leading her into danger.”

“As if she won’t be prepared for it.”

“Give her back!”

“No. So just sit tight, we’ll send you back home soon.”

“Your plan is never gonna work!” Mark yelled. “So give her back!”

“Oh, and what makes you say that?”

“You’re trying to rewrite her memories, but her body remembers the truth! You can’t-”

“Wow… I can’t believe we didn’t think of that!” Taeyong chuckled. “I get what you’re saying even if you don’t. Her neural pathways are still in her brain which would obviously clash with her new memories if we put her mind back. I’m honestly surprised you could even think of that, but I assure you it won’t be an issue. Nothing like a strong concussive blast to wipe the slate clean, right?”

“You-”

“We’ve thought about this plan for a long time, and any issue you can come up with, we’ve already resolved. You’re not smarter than us.”

“Aren’t you so cocky?” Yuta mocked. “Nothing ever goes to plan.”

“Hm… you know what I always found so fascinating.”

“What?”

“Our worlds may be different, but there are enough similarities to bring such wonder. While looking through y/n’s memories, beginning to present, I saw when she first met all of you. It was a high school science fair. She had a cute little project about mushrooms and their interconnectivity, showing how incredibly intelligent the little things were. Meanwhile you had your robot thing. Your tables were right next to each other, you got to talking and became friends. You became close, even going to the same university, but when she changed her major to art you let her drift away. She wasn’t sciency enough for you, couldn’t help you, but she still wanted to be around, even if you all ignored her.”

“It’s not that simple!”

“Her memories say otherwise.”

“And what’s so fascinating about that?” Doyoung questioned. “It was just a science fair.”

“You see, despite the y/n of this world not being alive anymore, we did actually cross paths once, at our own high school science fair. She also had a project on mushrooms, meanwhile me and my boys had developed the technology that basically mimicked telekinesis. Allowing one to control things with their mind. Our tables were next to each other too. She was so cute and excited, asking all kinds of questions and getting to try out our technology. The difference is we won the science fair, so you can imagine how the sponsorships and grants came rolling in from all these big corporations. We didn’t have the chance to become friends, going with Kosmo to further develop our talents and technology with limitless funds.”

“That sounds like your loss.”

“Perhaps. I hadn’t thought about that day until recently, although knowing you all met in a similar fashion makes me wonder how things would be different if we had kept in touch with her. Perhaps she wouldn’t be gone.”

“That’s not an excuse to take ours.”

“As if you’re doing any better. You seem so… protective of her despite not paying her much attention. I’m curious as to why…”

“Because we do care about her! All you saw was us in our lab! In our place of work and-”

“That is true… I guess we should know more… well then, get comfy, you won’t be going home just yet.”

“Huh? What-”

“Keep an eye on Jungwoo. He’s been asleep for a long time but he should be waking up soon, in theory.”

“Fucker!”

Taeyong merely smiled at his captives and disappeared back into darkness. Perhaps they had gotten some answers but it brought more questions, as well as a feeling of hopelessness. It really seemed like getting you back, their version of you, wasn’t going to be easy. They always knew that but now things felt somewhat impossible. All they had now was time, but coming up with a plan wouldn’t be good since they knew nothing of their surroundings. Still they had to keep some hope.

♥♥♥♥♥

“So? What did they say?”

“Nonsense.”

Taeyong made it back to the lab, the others busy with their own tasks, you surprisingly quiet. A good sign nonetheless.

“I contacted Kosmo.” Doyoung informed. “Someone will be here soon.”

“As expected. They get excited when we call.”

“Well they might be disappointed since all we need is to borrow some-”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“What?”

“We’ll still send them back, but I want something from them first.”

“And what would that be?”

“Their memories.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I want to know everything they do about y/n.”

“Why?” Jaehyun questioned. “She’s not gonna be the same person.”

“Not entirely, but I’m curious as to what she was like. I want to know if the passion the others have is blind or if they actually care about her in some capacity.”

“You think Kosmo will allow that?”

“For something in return, I’m sure they would.”

“For what?”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“Taeyong.” Johnny stated. “You can’t make decisions without us.”

“I know, but I’m certain I know what they want, don’t you feel the same?”

“That’ll just complicate things.”

“But it’ll be fun. How is she?”

“Settling.” Mark said. “It shouldn’t be-”

“Stop…” You mumbled. “… you guys need… to stop… please…”

“I see we’re there. So like I said, not long now before she’s calm.”

“Good. She’ll need to be calm for what comes next.”

Now they had to wait, but it certainly wouldn’t take long. The real question was who would show up. There were only a handful of potential candidates and they all had their own attitudes. About an hour after the call their guest arrived, and they were all a bit surprised.

“Taemin, I didn’t think you’d make the trip.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you, so I thought I’d stop by in person. So, what is this about?”

“Two things.” Taeyong showed Taemin the security footage of their prisoners. “These idiots came here, and we need to send them back.”

“Hm… and what have I said about interdimensional travel?”

“We never left.”

“And how exactly did they get here? Or are you telling me they so happen to create the technology to-”

“It was me.” Jungwoo confessed. “I’m the one who brought them here.”

“And why would that be?”

“Because-”

“That’s where thing number two comes in.” Taeyong interrupted. “Her.”

Taeyong gestured to you on the bed, as well as your robotic body next to it. When Taemin got a good look at you he raised a brow.

“Is this what you’ve been doing?”

“More or less.”

“Why?”

“She deserved better than what the others could give her.”

“And what’s the real reason she’s here?”

“We want her to be ours.”

“Hm… and what exactly is the second thing you want?”

“Besides sending the others home I want to look into their memories.”

“And send them back intact I presume?”

“Yes.”

“What is it you want to know?”

“What she was like… and if they ever had any right to have her.”

“You’re asking for quite a lot.”

“I know.”

“It’s going to cost you.”

“What do you want?”

“Careful with your words.”

“Then I’ll be clear. I know what you want, and I’ll give it to you if you give me what I want.”

“Will you now?”

“It’ll be easier once we’re done with her. Borrowing her mind won’t hurt her.”

“Good. I’ll call some transport vehicles over. They should arrive in a few hours, so be prepared to move.”

“Of course.”

“Then I’ll see you all in Kosmo.”

“I look forward to it.”

Taemin made his exit, and Taeyong smiled triumphantly. Everyone started moving and preparing for their trip. They hadn’t been in Kosmo for so long, so despite the work, it would be nice to go to the capitol city. You’d be coming with, and moving you was going to be a bit of a challenge. They couldn’t just put things on pause, but it seemed like everything was going smoothly with you. Jungwoo checked in on you to see where you were at.

“Hey, baby girl, can you hear me?”

“Hm…” You tried to focus, seeing Jungwoo and smiling. “Hi…”

“Hi, how are you feeling?”

“Sleepy… I could use… Johnny’s coffee…”

“Maybe, but it’s better if you sleep.”

“Okay…”

“Good girl.”

Jungwoo pet your head, watching you drift off. They packed whatever they needed, greeting the security droids when they arrived at their hideout. They came prepared so it was just a matter of loading up their cargo, and then they’d be on the road. It should be a simple trip, but nothing was ever that easy.

♥♥♥♥♥

While trying to figure out how to escape, the cell began to fill with gas, and one by one the boys fell unconscious. They woke to find themselves cuffed with some high tech restraints, and given the small space, it wasn’t hard to deduce they were in the back of some vehicle. For the first time since their capture Jungwoo woke up.

“Ugh… what is this? What’s happening?”

“Jungwoo?” Mark questioned. “Is that really you?”

“What do you mean?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was in the lab…”

“Anymore vague?” Haechan mocked. “What’s the last big thing we did?”

“Uh… we got that message… from aliens…”

“Fuck. You really don’t remember anything.”

“Huh?”

“Who’s gonna explain this mess?”

“I will.”

Jaehyun wasn’t going to spare any details. There was no reason to smooth things over so he was straightforward and blunt, letting Jungwoo know exactly what happened and his part to play in it, physically anyway.

“What the fuck… what the fuck… how did you not know it was me!”

“You seemed normal.” Yuta countered. “How was I supposed to know you were being possessed?”

“But it wasn’t me!”

“Look, fake you also kept to himself a lot and we were all busy.”

“You guys suck. This is all your fault, I didn’t do shit to get us in this situation.”

“You didn’t fight the other you hard enough! You let him possess you!”

“I didn’t know what was happening! I bet you can’t fight being possessed either!”

“I bet I can!”

“Stop yelling.” Taeyong spat. “We all have a part to play in this mess, so let’s focus on fixing it.”

“And how are we supposed to do that? We don’t know where we are or where we’re going.”

“You don’t have to be such a downer.” Doyoung added. “We’re still in this world with y/n, so we have a chance.”

“I guess someone here has to be optimistic.”

“And someone has to be pessimistic.”

“You-”

They weren’t secured to their seats, so when something went wrong they were thrown around, crashing into each other and bashing their heads against the metal. Maybe they had been hit, or had driven off a cliff, either way they had to brace themselves and hope they wouldn’t die. Eventually the vehicle settled, upside down, and they all regained their own footing. Taeyong did a head count, asking about injuries when the back doors opened, four gentlemen aiming their flashlights at their faces.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Did we mess up?”

“This was the one that was heavily guarded. Intel said they were moving something important.”

“What do we do?”

“We should just kill them.”

“No wait!” Taeyong moved forward. “Please, we’re not who you think we are.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

“I’m serious. We were brought here, look this is gonna sound crazy but we’re from another dimension.”

“Now that’s hilarious.”

“Please! We just wanna get our friend back and go home. We’d appreciate your help, but if not, please, just let us live.”

“Hm…”

“If they were really the Neos we wouldn’t be talking right now, Kun.”

“I know… I’m debating whether we should help them or not.”

“Think quick. Back up is sure to arrive soon.”

“Please.” Yuta begged. “Help us.”

“I hope I don’t regret this. Sicheng, get the keys, now lets get you guys out of there.”

Kun and the other helped them get out of the vehicle, Sicheng freeing them from their restraints. They really didn’t have time to examine their injuries, and they had to move. Kun told them to follow him into the surrounding woods. They moved quickly, but getting somewhere safe wasn’t that easy.

“Alright, there’s twelve of us and six transporters.” Kun began. “We’ll split into teams of two. Foreigners, these rings are transporters, they-”

“We know.” Johnny cut in. “Those things brought us here.”

“Interesting… so you know not to let go, no matter what happens.”

They all paired off and continued on their way. As they walked Kun began configuring the settings, everyone silent to make sure they weren’t caught by surprise. It was strange how quiet things were, but Kun counted it as a blessing. He informed the others when they were ready to go, telling them all to brace themselves. Another sudden change of scenery upset their stomachs, but no one threw up this time.

This place was similar to their cell, concrete floors and walls, except it seemed run down to a degree. Sicheng collected the transporters, making his way down the hall with his other two friends. Kun checked in with all his guests before having them follow him. At the end of the hall the place opened up to a much bigger command center, and it was confirmed they were underground. This was a bunker, a safehouse, and refuge for those who needed it.

“So… why are you hiding?” Jungwoo asked. “Are you outlaws?”

“Something like that. I guess it’s best to inform you about our world.”

“That’d be nice.”

“Then let’s cut to the chase.” Kun brought them to a holo-table. “We’re in the middle of a war. This place is one of our safe houses, and things haven’t been going our way.”

“So can I ask a stupid question?” Johnny said. “Or should I be quiet.”

“Let’s see if it’s worth answering.” Kun countered. “What is it?”

“Why are you helping us?”

“Johnny!” Doyoung hit him over the head. “You can’t-”

“I’m serious.” Johnny hissed. “We’re nobody, just a bunch of foreigners here. So why help us? What do you get out of this? What do you want?”

“Good. You’re not just some dumb lost boys, you have some intelligence. Like I said, we’re not in a good place. You eight want to get back your friend, so it seems our goals align, and you’re all more than willing to jump into danger. We’re short on manpower so you will do just fine.”

“Our goals align? What does that mean?”

“Let’s go over the basics then. My world was probably just like yours once, until the Neos changed everything.” Kun brought up a holo projection of the Neos. “Your evil doppelgangers here created technology that is basically equivalent to mind control. A big world conglomerate, Kosmo, took them in, and gave them everything. Developed their technology and used it for their own gain until they had the power to take over the planet.”

“Take over?”

“My world is a dystopia. Anyone who opposed Kosmo was dealt with accordingly. People enslaved and forced to obey out of fear. Many live in luxury in the major cities, others live in compliance in the surrounding districts or suburbs, and then there are those of us in the shadows trying to put everything back to normal.”

“How long has this been going on?” Haechan asked. “This all sounds… impossible…”

“So does all of you coming here from another dimension, but I digress. To answer your question, too long. Over a decade now, maybe two, I honestly can’t remember at this point.”

“This doesn’t explain how our goals align.” Jaehyun reminded. “What does… saving your world have to do with us?”

“You want your friend back, right?”

“So? What does she-”

“Our intel told us three transport vehicles came to the outskirts of district 21, where the Neos have been hiding out lately, trying to find our base. They could have easily used transporters to return to Kosmo, but they needed an escort, meaning they had something important with them. If something is important to Kosmo, it’s important to us. We attacked the heavily guarded vehicle, and found you guys.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“It’s not entirely a loss, but you say you’re trying to get your friend back, so they must have been in one of the other two vehicles, and those made it to Kosmo safely. So your friend is in Kosmo, and that’s where we need to go too.”

“Wait, so you want to go to Kosmo?” Taeyong questioned. “The capital city of… this planet? And where I’m assuming this whole mess started?”

“Correct.”

“Are you insane?”

“You want to go there as well, and you know nothing of this world.”

“Exactly, I understand we sound psychotic, but you are the face of this resistance, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be more rational than to just help us like this?”

“I’m not the face of this resistance.”

“What?”

“That would be Sticker.”

“Who is Sticker?”

“Sticker… they were the face of this rebellion, but we lost them about a year ago.”

“What happened?” Mark asked. “If you… can talk about it…”

“Sticker was certainly psychotic. From the beginning they were against the Neos technology, trying to warn the people about what Kosmo would do with them, with their tech. Of course as things got worse they became a target, but they weren’t scared, even when they should have been. Honestly, they started this. They stood against Kosmo even as people were being silenced, they were all over the news, all over the streets, plastered everywhere… like a sticker, so that’s where the name came from.” Kun brought up some images. “Sticker was the real leader, I’m just the replacement. Ever since we lost them, morale has been low. If we can land a blow to Kosmo’s then maybe-”

“Y/n…” Haechan mumbled. “That’s… y/n…”

When Kun had pulled up information and images of Sticker, all the boys froze. All these videos of rallies and protests, of flyers, and photos danced before their eyes, and they all latched onto the obvious factor, the face that repeated itself over and over again, you were Sticker.

“What?”

“This…” Jungwoo began. “Her… she’s Sticker?”

“Yeah. Why? You all-”

“That’s y/n. I mean… she looks like our friend…”

“Your friend is Sticker’s doppelganger?”

“I believe so…”

“That’s funny… in another world the Neos and Sticker are friends. Wait, you said she was here with you, right?”

“Sort of. The Neos contacted us, saying they needed help.” Johnny explained. “But really they were after her this whole time.”

“And they brought her here?”

“Us too, but we weren’t part of the original plan.”

“I see…”

“She’s valuable here, isn’t she?” Jaehyun said. “The Neos were making it seem like they wanted her for themselves and what not… but they wanted her because… she’s Sticker here.”

“What happened to Sticker?” Doyoung wondered. “How did you… lose her?”

Kun took a moment. “Someone was compromised, so our base was ambushed. In order to save us Sticker stayed behind, knowing Kosmo wouldn’t blow the chance to catch them. Aside from the grand announcement that Sticker had been captured, there has been no other information about them since.”

“So what do you think?”

“I think Sticker is too valuable to kill. I think they’ve been trying to break them, but haven’t, given that we’re all still here.”

“Your eagerness to go to Kosmo isn’t just about helping us or some plan of attack,” Johnny said. “Is it? You want to look for Sticker, but you’ve never had a good enough reason until now.”

“Nor did I have the people for it. I have a small team, but if you come as well, the chances of success are greater. Either way, going to Kosmo is doable if we work together.”

“It’s also a suicide mission.”

“That goes for you too.”

A silence fell, even the noises of those around seemed to fade. For the most part the boys stared at your images, somewhat in awe of who you were in this world, but also feeling your loss. Taeyong had half a mind to mention what he had been told before, about your double of this world, and how they were dead, but he thought better of it. If they stood any chance of rescuing you, of saving you, they would need help from Kun and his people. Besides, he’d rather not crush his hope here and now. If Sticker was anything like you, they knew you were dearly missed to those you fought alongside.

“I’m assuming you have a plan for getting to Kosmo.” Taeyong said. “Right?”

“Yeah. It’s been in the works for months. Our plan is to attack the central control system. If we blow that place to hell, all of Kosmo’s tech will shut down. They won’t be able to recover before the masses rise up and destroy them.”

“That’s your attack plan. So what’s your rescue plan?”

“Prisoners are usually sent to Kwangya, but someone as high profile as Sticker, and your friend, would be held in Kosmo.” Kun brought up a building schematic on the holo-table. “This is Kosmo’s headquarters. The control center is below, sublevel five, but their prison is up on the 88th floor.”

“So it’s easier to reach the control center than that prison.” Yuta stated. “This already sounds like so much fun.”

“There’s a reason why we haven’t gone to Kosmo. I wouldn’t be able to resist trying to go up to the prison.”

“But what’s the plan?”

“My team, comprised of five members, can go to the control center, the rest of us go up to the prison. Now the easiest way to escape is with transporters but there is a complication.”

“Which is?”

“Transporters don’t work in Kosmo, not unless you have an authorization code.”

“Getting that won’t be easy.” Jungwoo said. “So I guess we need that first.”

“We might be a bit lucky in that regard. Since we’re going up to the prison, we should be able to get authorization codes given that prisoners go in and out from there.”

“I thought that prison was for high profile people.”

“They bring in others from Kwangya on occasion for questioning and other… things…”

“I see.”

“When do we move?” Haechan asked. “The sooner the better.”

“I agree, but I need to make sure you guys can handle yourselves. You need to know our tech and weapons, so you’ll need some training.”

“I have a question though.” Jaehyun asked. “Say we get y/n back, and everything is good. How do we go home?”

“That’s true.” Doyoung added. “The Neos used transporters to bring us here, but… I don’t remember what the input was or… anything…”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. If we take down Kosmo and get your friend, we won’t have to worry about anything and just focus on sending you home. Is that good?”

“Yeah… yeah I guess so.”

“Then let’s start preparing. If you guys are competent, we should be able to move in twelve hours.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“Did you find them?”

“Negative.”

The Neos had arrived safely to Kosmo with you, and it was only then that they had learned about one of the vehicles being attacked. The droids reported that the boys hadn’t been located, meaning they had escaped. It was obvious the resistance had attacked. It really wasn’t an issue, but more of an annoyance. Taeyong and Doyoung were in Taemin’s office, staring out at the city skyline. Taemin had yet to say a word over the situation, and the two others were nervous for when he did speak.

“So… you lost them?”

“Yes.” Taeyong admitted. “We’ll find them and-”

“You haven’t even been able to find the resistance. They most likely took these foreigners, so it’s the same thing.”

“I’m sorry for complicating things.”

“You should have informed us of your side project sooner. There would have been no complications.”

“I thought it best to surprise you.”

“Don’t lie, it wastes time. Kosmo’s interests weren’t the first thing on your mind, so what was?”

“It was annoying to see her be neglected in that world. She deserved better.”

“And?”

“It was too hard to pass up the chance to make her ours.”

“Still a slave to your own desires I see. Without a helping hand back then who knows where you’d be.”

“Not here, for that we are grateful.”

“As you should be. Now, the foreigners… we’ll find them.”

“That might not be necessary.” Doyoung spoke up. “They’re idiots, they may come to us in an attempt to rescue y/n, and if the resistance learns about her, I have no doubt they’ll help them.”

“Hm… human stupidity certainly knows no bounds. How is she?”

“Resting. She’s been placed in the infirmary.”

“And when will she be done?”

“A few more hours. At this point the major reprogramming has gone through, it’s just a matter of finishing the smaller rewrites and preparing her body.”

“After nearly eight months you can finally deliver on what I asked for.”

“Better late than never.”

“I suppose. Once she wakes, make sure everything is functioning, and then bring her to me.”

“Of course.”

The two excused themselves, joining up with the others in the infirmary. So far there had been no complications, Mark with the giant case, observing the code. Since they were in a more stable and safe environment, it was easier to move forward with their plans.

“What did he say?” Yuta asked. “Are we in trouble?”

“No. He just wants to see her once she wakes.”

“We’re close to that.” Haechan said. “So we should probably prepare.”

“Agreed. Get her ready, I don’t want any delays.”

“Me neither.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Opening your eyes was strange, feeling like something was wrong. The sounds of machines drew your attention, and taking in your surroundings told you this was an infirmary. Although you were more focused on the boy holding your hand. You slowly reached over to run a hand through their hair, waking them, and greeting them with a smile.

“Hi.”

“Hey… you’re awake?”

“Yup.”

“How do you feel?”

“My head’s swimming a bit, but I expected that. What about you? Did you miss me?”

“Like crazy.”

You giggled. “Me too. I hope I didn’t worry you guys.”

“Of course we worried. You’ve been out for like a week. I was scared you wouldn’t wake up.”

“Don’t be silly, Jungwoo. Of course I was gonna wake up. We’ve got the best tech available to us, and you guys are geniuses after all.”

“So are you.”

“Nah, not on your level. Where are the others anyway?”

“They should come by soon. They’re eager to see you too.”

“Well, I am hungry, so do you-”

“I got you. I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks.”

Jungwoo kissed your cheek and stepped out for a moment. You took a calming breath, glad to be awake. You looked yourself over, glad to see there were no injuries. Since you had the time you tried to get out of bed, but you stumbled a bit on your feet. You managed to get back on the bed, massaging your legs a bit.

“I haven’t used these in a while…”

“Did you try to get up?” Jungwoo returned. “You should have waited.”

“I thought I could do it.”

“Is everything okay? Can you feel everything?”

“I think so… I can move everything… just need to get back into practice.”

“Yup.”

Jungwoo set down the tray and got you properly seated against the headboard. He placed the food tray on the bed, feeding you himself. That’s when the others piled in, happy to see you were awake.

“You’re alive!”

“No, I’m a ghost.” You teased. “I should have expected this from you Haechan.”

“Aish, it really was like you died. Nothing from you for almost a week.”

“You must have missed me so much.”

“I was gonna die of heartache.”

“Well I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. But what about all of you? I wasn’t the only one hurt.”

“We’re alright.” Doyoung assured. “You got the worst of the blow.”

“I still don’t get why we had to use transport vehicles.”

“We were moving some heavy equipment, and a road trip sounded fun at the time. We won’t be doing that again.”

“Maybe we can when things finally calm down.”

“Well now that you’re back.” Taeyong sat down next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “There’s a lot we need to catch you up on.”

“What’s been happening? I hope you’ve all stayed out of trouble while I was out of commission.”

“We have, but this is gonna sound crazy.”

“You have my attention.”

“We have some visitors from outer space. They’re our doppelgangers from another dimension.”

“Oh, they created technology to travel through dimensions?”

“They stumbled upon our home by accident, and the resistance seems to have picked them up.”

“Why? They’re nothing but idiots in this world. Or were they helped based on looks alone.”

“It would look bad if our faces were all over the place running around with the resistance.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done something like that.”

“Awe, are you still upset about that?” Jaehyun cooed. “Don’t like seeing your pretty face everywhere?”

“Not when it’s aligned with those rebels, you should have let me reveal the truth, not hide in the shadows.”

“You’re our secret weapon. Besides, they made you big, we weren’t going to put you in danger.”

“So what about the imposters?”

“We’re looking for them.” Johnny said. “And we’ll send them on their way when we find them.”

“Oh, you don’t like the competition?”

“Babe, they’re not as good looking as us.”

“Good. I was scared I’d get confused.”

“You don’t have to worry about them though.” Mark added. “We’ll deal with them, just wanted to let you know in case you saw us in cuffs later or something.”

“If I ever did see that I’m sure you’d deserve it.”

“Ya!”

“What? You all know the kind of trouble you’ve caused, before and after Kosmo. You should have been in cuffs a long time ago.”

“You’re not exempt either.” Yuta teased. “What’s stopping me from putting you in cuffs right now?”

“The fact you don’t wanna share.”

“You know me too well.”

“And I’m sure you’re annoying the others. I’m in the middle of eating.”

“Then finish up.” Jungwoo said. “We can get you back on your feet later and make sure you’re all good.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know. There’s plenty to do in Kosmo.”

Nobody left, they all wanted to be at your side, holding your hand and stealing chaste kisses. When you finished eating Jaehyun and Johnny were helping you to your feet, one on either side holding you up, helping you walk like a kid.

“Ya, I don’t need this much help. I’m not a baby.”

“So if we let you go you won’t fall to the floor?” Johnny questioned. “Are you sure about that?”

“If you drop me I will ruin your nail polish right now.”

“I’ll never paint your nails again.”

“Look at them now! You didn’t think to do it while I was out?”

“I wanted you to pick the color.”

“Well I want whatever you want.”

“Why do you always make things so complicated?”

“You started-”

Johnny let you go and you lost your footing, falling fully into Jaehyun’s arms. He held you tightly, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

“Are you sure you’re not a kid?”

“It’s not like any of you took care of me while I was unconscious.”

“You trust us to behave while you’re unconscious? You better watch your mouth.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to make sure my legs would work.”

“I can make sure they won’t.” Yuta chimed in. “Just get back in bed.”

“None of that.” Taeyong ordered. “Y/n needs to be back to her old self as soon as possible.”

“I can’t just take it easy?”

“Later baby, Taemin wants to see you as soon as you’re better.”

“Tae… Taemin… wants to see me? About… about what?”

“You’re not in trouble.”

“Are you?”

“No. It’s something else.”

“Right…”

“I’m serious, we’re not in trouble.”

“That you know of… we lost a lot in the accident… besides the last project we were given-”

“We dealt with it.”

“Did you?”

“Yup. There won’t be much of a resistance left in a few days.”

“That’s good to hear. I’ll work hard then.”

“Don’t push yourself.”

“I won’t.”

You took a step back from Jaehyun, shaking but determined to stay on your feet. He held your hands tightly, stepping back and gently tugging you along. You certainly felt like a kid learning how to walk again, although you were too determined that you stumbled a bit. Jaehyun kept you from falling, but you chose to sit down on the floor.

“Take it easy.”

“I know… I just… I don’t wanna be useless.”

“You’ve never been useless.” Doyoung assured. “We taught you all you know, and you’re right at our level.”

“I didn’t create any of the tech you did.”

“You helped us with it. Don’t sell yourself short baby girl. Now let’s get you up, we can try again later.”

Doyoung and Jaehyun got you back in bed, having you rest for a while before trying again. You were getting better, and they were all happy to watch. It didn’t take too long to regain your footing, and soon you were sprinting around the room. You ran into Yuta’s arms and he spun you around.

“See, all better aren’t we?”

“Yes. Now can we go around the building? I can’t remember the last time we were in Kosmo.”

“Of course. Let’s do that.”

Your memories of Kosmo were a bit hazy, so you were eager to see the city again. Of course you wouldn’t be leaving the building, you were still recovering and Taemin wanted to see you. He was your benefactor after all, so he wasn’t a bad man, but he did somewhat feel like your boss. He always let you and the Neos do your own thing, even when you went out to a hideout for some recon. You’ve never seen him mad, but you had a feeling you were about to. Taeyong said you weren’t in trouble, but something felt off.

Maybe you weren’t on their level, and they just took you in after meeting you at that science fair, but they never lied. So Taeyong not giving you details worried you. It’s not that you thought he wasn’t telling you something, but that whatever this was, Taemin hadn’t even told him, and that made you nervous. Still, you just focused on enjoying the view, happy to be with your boys again after the accident. You were up on deck, enjoying the wind in your face, Mark hugging you from behind. It seemed you could all enjoy the sunset until someone came by.

“Wow, when was the last time you were all in Kosmo?”

“Kai?” Taeyong questioned. “Wow, when was the last time we saw each other?”

“It has been a while, but we can catch up later. I see… y/n is doing well?”

“Yes. She’s made a full recovery.”

“That’s good. Then I don’t suppose she’d object to a drink with Taemin.”

“No, of course not, who will be joining her?”

“Two of you may come as well.”

“I’ll go.”

“Me too!” Jungwoo volunteered. “I could use a drink.”

“Shall we then, I don’t want to keep him waiting.”

“Of course.”

Jungwoo took you from Mark’s arms and started heading out with you, Taeyong and Kai following. You came to Taemin’s office, feeling a bit nervous and squeezing Jungwoo’s hand. He gave you a smile and told you there was nothing to worry about. Taemin’s office was up high, allowing one to practically see the whole city, although the top view belonged to another.

“Y/n, how nice to see you.”

“Hi, Taemin, it’s been so long.”

“It really has. How are you? I heard all about… the accident, and I was worried.”

“I’m alright as you can see. I’m not easy to kill.”

“Clearly. Shall we have a drink?”

Taemin went over to his bar, grabbing some glasses and pouring everyone a drink. You were still a bit nervous, but a drink would probably calm you down a bit. Everyone took a seat, Jungwoo still holding your hand for comfort.

“Taemin…”

“Hm?”

“What did you want to see me about?”

“Ah, you must be nervous that I asked for you personally.”

“I’m not really that important.”

“Nonsense, you’re the face of a revolution.” Taemin chucked. “Well, your likeness has been used that way.”

“I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused.”

“It’s not your doing. If anything, you’ve always been the ace up my sleeve.” Taemin reached over and pet your head. “I need your help with something.”

“Me? What can I possibly do? I’m not a real genius.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself, you’re quite valuable. It’s about time we used that special quality of yours.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You’ve been-”

Taemin stopped when the lights suddenly flickered. He looked around, a smirk on his face. Kai immediately left the room, already on the phone with someone. You, along with Jungwoo and Taeyong, seemed worried, something going wrong was unheard of in Kosmo.

“What just…”

“They’re here.” Taemin smirked. “We should prepare for our guests’ arrival.”

♥♥♥♥♥

The technology was advanced, but still rather simple to understand. The weapons they were given were similar to those that had been used on them back home. It was better since they were stun guns and non-lethal, so no one was going to get severely injured. They got some target practice in, learning how the technology in this world worked, and going over the plan in detail. They’d sneak into Kosmo through underground tunnels, and from there lay low in the streets to infiltrate the main building. They had blueprints to go over, so they knew exactly where they needed to go.

Masks were required, not just because the rebels needed to hide, but also because the foreigners’ faces were well known. Sneaking into Kosmo wasn’t that difficult, it was walking the city streets that was. Everything around them seemed so perfect. The people were happy going about their day, no sign of trouble anywhere. It strongly went against Kun’s original statement about the world being a dystopia, but then again they hadn’t seen much of it. At this point they knew who the rest of the team was, but there was still some awkwardness between them all.

“Alright, the tallest building is where we need to go.” Kun explained. “The easiest entrance is through the underground garage, from there we can access the freight elevator.”

“Won’t we be caught on camera?” Mark questioned. “These masks-”

“That’s why Sicheng has our lovely little disruptor. All he needs is access to any port in the building’s electrical system, from there he can shut down cameras.”

“Doesn’t that mean we can’t use the elevator?”

“The disruptor will mess with security systems only, not the electrical system. It’ll take them a couple minutes to reboot everything, and that’ll be our cover.”

“A few minutes is all we need.” Sicheng assured. “So just focus on your part.”

“We’re gonna need more than a few minutes.” Yuta said. “We have to get up to the prison and find y/n. Then we’re gonna need the transporters-”

“Stop overthinking things. There are only so many cells y/n could be in, you’ll find her fast.”

“We’re here.” Kun interrupted. “Ten, what’s the status?”

“A delivery truck is scheduled to arrive in a few minutes, we’ll intercept it and use it to get in.”

“Good. Everyone knows the plan, no hesitation, or we’re dead.”

Three boys jumped in front of a truck, the others quickly jumped the driver and got keys, opening up the back so the others could get in. Sicheng took the position of the driver, continuing on the route. Getting in was easy. Considering the peace, there wasn’t so much distrust in a place like Kosmo. Sicheng presented the right papers at the main entrance and was let right in. Once on the giant freight elevator he hoped out, hitting the button for sub level five and ripping open the control panel. He had seconds before someone took notice, and that’s all he needed.

“We’re good to go.”

Sicheng popped open the back of the truck, the others hopping out. When they arrived things would probably be in a bit of chaos, but they would use that to their advantage to just slip on through. The five hitting the control center knew where to go, whereas Kun would be with the others going to the high speed elevators to get to their destination. So far it all seemed to go smoothly, Kun checking the comms before heading up, promising to send down the authorization codes as soon as he had them.

“Are we sure this is gonna work?” Haechan mumbled. “Down there was… up here it’s business people and-”

“You have the faces of the Neos. Walk with confidence and some attitude and no one will question you guys.”

“What?”

“Come on, that was always part of the plan. Your faces are that of fucken kings here. Your doppelgangers created the tech that my world runs on.”

“Gosh… and what have we accomplished…”

“Exactly. We’re almost there, remember, confidence and attitude.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When the elevator doors opened it appeared quiet, which would work in their favor. They stepped out, Kun leading the way, having the layout memorized. As they approached the prison they were met with droids asking for authorization. They appeared humanoid, even sounded human, but they wore black masks, hiding any facial features or lack of.

“Move.” Johnny demanded. “We’re here on business.”

The droids shared a glance before stepping aside and letting them all through. Johnny couldn’t hide a smirk, enjoying the feeling of power. There were a total of seven cells, and they were all in this giant circle. The boys looked around, there was no easy way to look in which meant they’d probably have to open them all. They pulled out their weapons, some pairing up, meanwhile Kun and Taeyong examined the control panel, planning to open the doors and also get the authorization code.

“Okay, I’m going to open number one, four, six and seven.” Taeyong said. “You guys ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Remember, these are some high profile people, so be careful.”

The cell doors were unlocked and the pairs slowly made their way in. They stayed on high alert, unaware of what they would find. The cells were pretty big, but were certainly dull and gloomy. Doyoung approached a bed where a girl seemed to be sleeping, keeping his weapon up, gently poking them with it. There was no reaction and he carefully pulled back the cover, his eyes going wide.

“Y/n!”

He dropped his weapon and started shaking you, only to realize this wasn’t actually you. The body was cold, and seeing the metal lines on your face only confirmed it. He immediately let go in horror, Mark finally catching onto the scene.

“It’s not… it’s not her…”

“This… this is the robot body she was talking about.” Mark carefully reached over to examine it. “It looks just like her… what the fuck…”

“But… but if she’s not here… if she’s not… in it anymore… then…”

“Go tell the others. I think… fuck, I don’t know what to do.”

Doyoung grabbed his weapon and left the room, informing the others of his finding. A few came to see, Johnny going to confirm whether it was what he had seen back in the lab.

“She’s back in her body.” Jaehyun stated. “Right?”

“It means they finished doing… whatever to her…”

“But then where is she? Why was the robot her in the prison anyway?”

Kun’s eyes went wide. “It was a fucken trap!”

He quickly started searching for the authorization code but the system shut down, the lights flickering. They were out of time.

“We need to run.” Johnny said. “Now!”

“But the other-”

Before they could leave the room a bunch of droids entered, all aiming their weapons at the intruders. The boys lowered their weapons, a few droids searching the cells and Mark being escorted out. They were all cuffed and escorted somewhere. To their surprise they were taken to some office and forced onto their knees. What made things worse was that the other team soon joined them. It seemed everything went to shit faster than they expected. A woman was standing by the windows, glancing out at the city, the view looked down on everything.

“Human stupidity is quite pitiful.” She took a sip of her drink. “But useful at times… and entertaining.”

She turned to take in her intruders, setting down her glass. She walked down the line, looking down on all of them, an amused grin on her face. She stopped in front of Kun.

“Kun, I never thought we’d meet face to face, well, not while you were alive.”

“How fortunate for you.”

“Indeed. You were finally desperate enough to come here, and you brought friends.” She chuckled. “Did you really think your little plan was going to work? The second you set foot in the city I knew where you were. It was fun watching you, especially knowing your true intentions.”

A ding pulled everyone’s attention. The Neos stepped out of the elevator, with you, and another strange face. Their doubles chuckled at the scene, although you didn’t even glance their way. It seemed you were nervous, but for the most part they were glad to see you awake and not in pain. The Neos made themselves at home, relaxing on the sofa or taking in the view. You wound up sitting with Haechan and Jungwoo, uncertain about the scene before you. The boys told you about their doppelgangers, and you slowly began to recognize the faces of the other boys, they were from the resistance. You couldn’t believe it though, that they actually broke into Kosmo for something, and you knew they weren’t going to be leaving.

“Taemin, so glad you could join me.”

“I can’t deny a request from you, besides, I was expecting their arrival. I didn’t know you wanted a show.”

“A once in a lifetime opportunity was presented, how could I miss it? Besides, the resistance had been so quiet lately I was starting to think they died out, nice to see I was wrong.”

“Fuck you.” Ten spat. “People know that-”

“My favorite part of this whole thing is seeing familiar faces kneeling alongside the resistance. How funny is that?”

“It’s very entertaining.” Taemin commented. “I wouldn’t mind roughing them up a bit, but they’re more of an annoyance.”

“Quite. So, explain to me why such foreigners are in my world?”

“It was an unforeseen complication.” Taeyong spoke up. “We intended to send them back as soon as possible but things didn’t go as planned.”

“I can tell. Although you wanted to bring them to Kosmo for another reason besides sending them home, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“And what would that reason be?” Taeyong glanced at you. “Speak.”

“I wanted to look at their memories without using OD technology.”

“Hm… you wanted to know more about her, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Come here, darling.”

You swallowed nervously, glancing at Jungwoo who nodded, somehow managing to stand and feeling a small push forward. You took small steps, momentarily glancing at the prisoners, before shifting your attention.

“Boa-”

“Y/n!” Mark suddenly yelled. “Y/n, are you alright? Did they-”

You glanced towards the one who had called you but Boa grabbed your face, examining you. She was rather intrigued, and a droid was quick to shut up the other.

“My, my… you are a perfect copy, aren’t you?”

“Pardon?”

“What everyone in this room was after… and you’re certain you can deliver on what you promised me?”

“Yes ma’am.” Doyoung responded. “She worked-”

“Enough of this!” Jungwoo yelled, trying to stand but being held down. “Just give her back and let us leave! She’s not from this world! We never wanted trouble and-”

Boa broke out laughing, cutting him off. She let you go, Johnny coming to your side while she stepped towards the offender. She laughed for a while longer before grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“You really don’t understand anything. In my world you have no power, you are nothing but pawns in this room. Even these rebels you call allies were using you.”

“What?”

“It’s too much for your primitive mind to understand, but let me ask you a question, who is Sticker?”

“Sticker… it’s her…”

“Correct, and do you know what happened a year ago?”

“She disappeared.”

“No, no, no, my sweet naive boy, she died. More accurately she was killed by one of your supposed allies.”

“What?”

“Since you know who Sticker is, then you know how important they were to the resistance. The face of it, the leader. We captured them and you can imagine the plans we had, but we could never move forward because she was killed.”

Boa went to her desk, pulling up a holo screen, scrolling for a moment before playing a video. It was security footage. You were in some jumpsuit, running with another at your side. The two of you came to a stop, catching your breath. The only audio was the gunshot, and your body dropping to the ground.

“Hendery… how do you sleep with those blood stained hands?”

The boys looked over at Hendery, a few glancing back up at the video that was replaying. Taeyong was the first to put it together, turning to Kun.

“You knew! You lied to us! You fucken killed her!”

“Easy child.” Boa hissed. “You’re forgetting the why. Sticker had valuable intel in her head, a rescue mission would be suicide, so they did the next best thing. They broke into Kwangya, located her, and killed her. It was easier than trying to escape with her.”

“She would have wanted it that way.” Kun spat. “She would rather die than betray us!”

“Can you be so sure? It’s not like you gave her a choice, and it’s not like she was prepared. You dare call me a monster when you’ve killed in cold blood.”

“Why…” Jaehyun cried. “You said you’d help us! You said-”

“They’re only helping themselves. You see, as soon as we had our hands on Sticker, we made a copy of their neural network. Her brain to put it in simple terms. It wasn’t going to be easy to extract information from her, so I thought of another method. Take the copy of her and put it in a robotic body, that way we could accurately and effectively obtain the information we needed. You saw the fruits of that labor in the prison. Although it didn’t quite work, as you can imagine Sticker’s brain was locked tight, and a fake body wasn’t going to lower her defenses. We needed flesh and blood, but I never thought to go to another dimension to find her doppelganger.” Boa returned to you. “Now I see my good boys couldn’t help themselves when they stumbled upon her. I know they didn’t bring her here for me, more obsessed with the idea of taking their enemy and making her kneel before them, but I will take what I need and let them be on their way.”

“Wa… what?”

This whole time you had just been listening, trying to process the conversation. The video already contradicted your memories, and everyone was speaking about you in a different way. You glanced down at your body, wondering if you were even real, starting to question what was real about anything when Boa grabbed you. You swallowed nervously, wanting to ask for help, but your voice was caught in your throat.

“Prepare her.”

“What-”

You were pulled down into a chair, your hands being restrained. You frantically glanced around, trying to understand, trying to get some explanation but no words escaped your lips. Those from the other world were also freaking out, ready to move, but being held in place at gunpoint. Boa grabbed a small device from her desk, a metallic disk the size of a golf ball.

“Would you like to know my favorite part of this?” She held up the disk. “This is what’s left of the real Sticker, her mind. I’m certain the resistance has a copy as well, but did you know they intended to use it like I’m about to.”

“What?”

“Y/n may be from another dimension but her mind is wonderfully similar. A good concussive blast and they could have easily uploaded Sticker into her body. Reignite their revolution with such a comeback. They came for y/n too, but they weren’t going to let you leave with her. I’m certain they would have left you behind here, but don’t worry, I’m not that cruel.”

You were shaking in your restraints, silent tears at the edge of your vision. That feeling of something being off bubbling to the surface and exploding. You couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening, just knowing you were nothing but an object in the room, another pawn. Your eyes were drawn to the foreigners, but then again maybe they weren’t, maybe they were your actual boys, and they had traveled across the stars to find you. Something burned within you, and you screamed in agony.

“Stop! Stop this please! I don’t know-”

“Sh, sh, sh.” Taeyong cooed. “Take a deep breath baby. I know this is dramatic but it’s okay, you won’t remember anything, I promise.”

“What…”

“Relax, it’ll be over soon.”

“No… no let me go! Please! Please… I’m scared…”

“You’ll be fine.” Johnny assured. “Just relax.”

“But I’m scared… please…”

“Sticker.” Doyoung put a hand on your shoulder. “Relax.”

A sudden fog rolled in, clouding your mind, helping you relax. Your eyes lost focus, everything blurring together. You went quiet.

“Ya!” Yuta yelled. “What did you just do to her!”

“Relax.” Doyoung chuckled. “Just a precaution. She’s in a little trance right now, should make it easier to lend her body to another mind temporarily. Ma’am, you may proceed.”

Boa smiled. “Such good boys, it’s why you’re some of my favorites.”

You glanced up at Boa, a fuzzy smile appearing on your lips. She smiled back, attaching the disk to the side of your head and activating. You threw your head back, squirming for a bit.

“While that finishes up, I suppose we should deal with our intruders.” Boa turned to the others. “Send the foreigners home, we don’t need trouble from another world.”

“You can’t send them back yet.” Taeyong countered. “We still-”

“You’ve cause complications. We were prepared but the unexpected can happen. If you would have informed us we wouldn’t be in a situation like this. I’ll let you keep the girl, but nothing else. Am I understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. As for the rebels, I guess they can stay and watch as their precious Sticker betrays them. Now go.”

Taemin ordered the droids to take the foreigners and he followed. The boys struggled, all of them looking towards you, but they were subdued and dragged away, back towards the prison floor. They were all thrown into tubes, Taemin messing with some settings on a control panel.

“Thank you for your assistance. I hope your stay was interesting, and don’t ever return.”

“You fucks! You’re all-”

“Goodbye now.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Home. It was a safe place, full of happiness and love, now it just felt empty. As each of the boys woke up back home, back in their lab, they couldn’t deny the emptiness they all felt. Yuta was the first to scream, throwing the nearest thing, disregarding the cost or anything else.

“Fuck.” Yuta choked back a sob. “Fuck…”

“What do we do now?” Haechan asked. “How do we… we failed… they… they… she’s gone…”

“Don’t say that.” Jaehyun said. “We can get her back. We can travel to other dimensions, it’s possible, we can… we can save…”

“How?” Doyoung questioned. “In case you forgot, they rewrote her memories. She didn’t know us, she… our y/n… she’s gone… she…”

“Maybe…”

Mark slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, revealing to the others this transparent drive. They all stared at it curiously.

“What is that?” Johnny asked. “Where did you get that?”

“The android we found in the cell… when I… I found this inside it… they used that thing to change her and I thought maybe… she’s…”

Taeyong took the drive. “Y/n… you think our y/n is in here?”

“I don’t know… I just took it and… we can still save her… right hyung?”

“Yeah.” Jungwoo said. “I vaguely… that drive… she’s there…”

“That doesn’t help us.” Haechan reminded. “She’s somewhere we can’t reach.”

“That’s not true. The blueprints for the transporters they’re still here… we could…”

“Even then we don’t-”

“We can’t just give up like this! She… we can’t lose her like this… we at least have to try, right?”

“We do.” Taeyong took a breath. “We’re not done. We’ll find a way back… no matter how long it takes…”

♥♥♥♥♥

Regaining consciousness with a headache was one of the worst ways to wake up. You didn’t even know what would cause it, but Mark and Haechan were at your side, ready with medicine in hand.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Not at all.” You took the medicine. “Thanks.”

“No problem. We do have some good news.” Mark smiled. “And bad news, so what do you want first?”

“The bad news.”

“We’re gonna be in Kosmo for a while, to make sure you’re alright.”

“I feel fine.”

“Sure you do.”

“And the good news?”

“The good news is…” Haechan was so excited. “We get to go home after this.”

“Home? You mean N-City?!”

“Yes.”

“Really! Are you… wait that means… the resistance?”

“We finally cracked it. We got all kinds of intel on them, they’re finished.”

“Wow… it’s finally happening…”

“Thanks to you.”

“No, I just help you guys.”

“And we love you for it.” Haehcan kissed your cheek. “We can finally just enjoy ourselves.”

“And no more Sticker propaganda everywhere.” Mark added. “Which I know you’ve been waiting for.”

“Awesome.” You laid back down. “But I feel weird…”

“A lot happened since the accident, we had to check your brain for damage.”

“The verdict?”

“You’re mostly sane.”

“Lucky you.”

“If you’re feeling up to it, the others would like to see you.”

“Right, we’re in Kosmo! The view.”

“Come on, we’ve got nothing but good days ahead.”

“I love you guys.”

“We love you too.”

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