#chapter 0.1

[don-svellatrix]

"Hm?"

The lengvi's brow furrowed with frustrated fascination as she pushed her glasses back up her long nose, made crooked in her youth from tussles with classmates, to get a better look at the glowing swirl of symbols around the steadily expanding doorframe.

"Spatial manipulation alone is exceedingly difficult magic on it's own, much less as a single mage without supports. But to twist matter without distorting the integrity of the material, and isolate the area of disturbance so finely as well, is... It's unheard of."

The lengvi's tone hid none of her amazement, save for the confusion that such technical speak could bring to any space outside a classroom... As the bewildered expression of the poor woman being questioned conveyed.

The lengvi's brow then unfurrowed as she cleared her throat. "How did you come by this magic, who is your master?"

"Oh, I just picked it up from work," she said cheerfully, and beckoned the lamia to slither through the magically widened doorway. Then, let free a soft exhale and dropped her arms as they passed through.

The stream of gleaming symbols from her hand gradually puttered out in turn; as they did the wood around the frame shrank, though did not move, and floor slid back into place without disturbing the dust on its threshold.

"Work?" The lengvi murmured, enraptured to the point of distraction again by the feat of control her comrade displayed. "I thought you were den mother of the pub over yonder by day?"

"Aye! I handle our patrons who're more gifted than can be handled comfortably by most." She rested her hands on her hips over her sword belt, and smiled proudly.

A long moment passed between the two women while the lengvi worked the implication of the taller woman's words out through decades of heavily abstracted magical study.

Then suddenly, it clicked.

"Wait, that's how you fucked that dragon?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[doctortonytchopper]

Everyone fuckin slandering the iron giant to hell and back for taking a long time to get involved as if it isn't a constant joke how long we had to wait for a computer built 30 years ago to boot up back when it was NEW, much less how long a computer running like windows 95 would take to start once it was EIGHT HUNDRED years old 🙄

[razmerry]

AS USUAL I'M RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING

[dormiloncito]

me when

[landscaping-your-mind]

TMA relisten time! I made y’all vote in a poll and I made instagram vote in a poll, and relistening to Magnus won! These first three are going to be much shorter, because, trailers, but rest assured, the future ones are going to be a lot more coherent.

So, without further ado:

MAG 0.1 - Seed, MAG 0.2 - Pre-Launch Trailer, and MAG 0.3 - Launch Trailer

Sorry, idk how to add read mores on mobile, so uhm, good luck.

MAG 0.1 - Seed

I’m too anxious to leave another comment on a patreon post to ask where to find the TMA trailers, so they’ll be listened to on spotify. Did you know they’re running a kickstarter??? /s

I have… not missed the ads. At all. Like. No missing is happening here.

Anyway, uh, connections! This episode has ✨ spooky voices ✨ saying Vigilo Audio Operior, which is Latin for “I watch. I listen. I wait.” This is similar to the Magnus Institute’s motto (Audio Operior Vigilo), but also to the MAG 160 description, Vigilo Audio Supervenio.

Google translate says this means “I watch. I hear. I come,” however the wiki says it means “I watch. I hear. I come.” According to wikidictionary, Supervenio can mean “I overtake” or “I come on” as well as “I surpass,” “I exceed,” and “I excel”

So, uh, what are the creepy voices? Probably web or eye related. Since “I watch, I listen, I wait” is, yknow, spooky in an eye way. But, “I wait,” and having the tapes be web, and then the call back in MAG 160 when a lot of the Web’s plans (and Jonah Magnus’, the bastard’s) come together.

And also on a meta level, like, the joke that RQ is web aligned and the implication that the tapes made it to our world (bringing with it the fears) and the crew retrospective… I think it’s gotta be Web, doing the spooky voices and putting it in the description.

Does that mean the Web they/themmed jon? Diversity win, i guess.

MAG 0.2 - Pre-Launch Trailer

(CW for canon-typical unreality)

JONATHAN SIMS!!!!! I LOVE HIS VOICE!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s well written, but I’m still laughing at the exposition ajsjcjjsxjj

How long after Jon’s promotion did they find the tape recorder, you think? And why was it in storage if Gertrude was using it?

NO JON NOTHING IS SO MUCH BETTER!! NO LITTLE ENGLISH BOY DONT RECORD THE STATEMENTS AND BEGIN YOUR INEVITABLE JOURNEY TOWARDS BECOMING A MONSTER

👍 i am helpless to stop him, as i was the first time, as I was the second, :(

The only other Jacob we know worked for Leitner. Jacob Feng, who disappeared after reading A Disappearance. I’m not sure if I think these two Jacob’s are the same, but probably they are.

15 July 2011… what happened then…

THATS WHEN JON STARTS. THATS WHEN JON STARTS WORKING AT THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE. IN 2011. FUCK

Also when Daisy killed Calvin Benchley, but that’s less relevant

And the same year that Melanie’s father died

Holy shit.

Okay new headcanon, Jon started working at the Magnus Institute at like, either the day before or the day of

oh my godddddd. seriously?

Ok, ok, so my interpretation of the statement is like. This is talking to us. Like yeah, it’s also about jon, his beholding will come to nothing and he will (be forced) to end the world

But I think it’s talking about us as well. We can listen to these statements, these recordings, but it won’t help us. They’re already here.

Hmmm spooky :3

Anyway this is like a FANTASTIC trailer! Short little statement, an introduction to, well, something looking back from the depths of the Magnus Institute’s archives

And then, like everything else, it’s just phenomenal on a relisten

Im so excited for this :33

MAG 0.3 - Launch Trailer

The first characters mentioned are Elias and Martin respectively. Cool.

And then Jon’s the first one to appear.

“I swear, if he’s brought another dog in here, I am going to peel him.”

I know he’s a godawful boss, but also, I can understand why he’s annoyed at Martin for that.

Also uhm. Martin’s- Martin’s not the one who’s most likely to get peeled here.

Who? Lured him away to say spooky things into the tape recorder???

“Let’s try this again.”

ITS A WORD CHOICE I KNOW ITS A WORD CHOICE BUT- LIKE??? “Now, shall we turn the page and try again?”

I’m going to be insufferable when I reach 160, I swear

[sl-vega]

💌 PROJECT: LOVE LIASON!

🌷 - a highschool social media au ll scaramouche x fem! reader -🌷

𝜗𝜚 SYNOPSIS: you're head over heels in love with childe, and scaramouche is (begrudingly) smitten with his "rival" mona. and, by sheer divine coincidence, you both happen to be the best friends of each other's objects of affection, so you strike a deal with each other. if scaramouche helps you ask out childe, you'll set him up with mona. so with the annual spring formal right around the corner, the two of you vow to be each other's wingmans so you can end your junior year on a high note (and maybe even kick off your senior year with a new relationship!). between, scheming, planning, and researching, you and scaramouche find yourselves developing a new relationship via helping each other out. now the real question is whether this friendship will remain as a pure platonic bond, or blossom into something more?

genre: strangers to friends to lovers, friends/classmates to lovers, pair the suitors, smau, high school au, modern au, social media au, crack, comedy

warnings: swearing, crude humour, potentially ooc, keys/kms jokes, suggestive/sensitive content, pictures used are not meant to depict y/n's physical appearance

status: ongoing

side ships: navia x chlorinde

additional notes:

this smau is heavily inspired by toradora (finished it recently and I adored it)

this will get more frequently updated (once the first chapter drops) as I have already made several chapters in advance

taglist is open! as per usual, just send me an ask or comment if you want to be tagged!

💌 means that the chapter contains written material!

dividers by @cafekitsune a + @anitalenia

ᥫ᭡ STARRING:

0.1; retired theater kids // 0.2 abandonment issues personified

PROJECT LOVE LIASON IS IN ACTION!

00-PROLOGUE; fate hates me

ACT ONE; we wing-manning?

01; we need to stop meeting like this - [💌] // 02; stalker! // 03; tag along squad! // 04; next door nuisance - [💌] // 05; mixed signals // 06; girl talk! - [💌] // 07; smitten schemers // 08; operation: first (study) date! - [💌] // 09; devil's advocate // 10; repaying the favour - [💌] // 11; it's not stupid if it works // 12; progress! // 13; wiki how to flirt with your crush - [💌] // 14; it's giving wattpad // 15; recon + some reconciliation // 16; free vacation?!

ACT TWO; cuz baby, you're a firework!!

17; simulanka! // 18; packing while procrastinating // 19; plotting coincidence // 20; fancy meeting you here - [💌] // 21; abort mission! - [💌] // 22; on board! // 23; taking flight // 24; injustice on air // 25; falling for you (literally) - [💌] // 26; crappy sky-fi // 27; (arguably) safe landing - [💌] // 28; checking in + checking out // 29; the most magical place on earth!™ - [💌] // 30; consumerism core!!! // 31; how do you talk to your crush? (asking for a friend) - [💌] // 32; mentally preparing // 33; kill me now - [💌] // 34; I owe you one // 35; foiled plans - [💌] // 36; - // 37; -

ACT THREE; pair the suitors

[MORE TBA]

🎀 - taglist!;

@agaygothicmushroom @035814 @freyao7, @sketcheeee @tsukimara @shyentsmissingink @peachystea @aries-afk @lxkeeeee @sakiimeo @sugxryratz @shutingstar @lalaloveallmydays @bellflower1257 @haruumei @kichiyosh1 @littlemisssatanist @dee-zbignuts @candyescapism @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @h3ll0-kitty-4lly @franaby @la-cursii @heusalettle @automaticpatroltragedy, @c4ttheart, @meigalaxy @misswetty @introvertaku02, @daiyunjin @trulyylee @lily-lmao @kazumiku @kunikuzushis-darling @vitanye @livelaughlovekuni @imnotyizhuo @akagi0021 @rook-kisser @mitsuribe @scaraenthusiast1 @chemiru @193i3 @matolka @tamikahoshiko @jayzioxx @samyayaya @dontmindtheevie @v3ntis-lyr3

[sahisan]

✧ i am, we are

scaramouche x female reader | social media au.

✦ synopsis: you are a solo artist, who first appeared a few years ago with your debut song “it's snowing like it's the end of the world.” which you wrote and composed while dealing with mental health problems, trying to convert them into your passion – music. in the end, the song became very popular, resulting in you swiftly gaining audience. yet, unbeknownst for your growing and waiting followers, you hadn't released any more music in the following weeks, months or years. you simply disappeared from every social platform. that was, until, finally, you showed signs of life on twitter, years later.

✦ started on/ended on: 19.07.24/23.10.24.

✦ status: finished.

✦ genre/tags: female reader. (mini) social media au. music artist au. not an idol au. this smau is japan based. fluff. scara is in a band and reader is a solo artist. reader had (has?) mental health issues. bullying mentioned. swearing. ooc ofc. protective/caring scara (he cares just so much (not overprotective tho)).

✦ notices: this smau doesn't have any set timeline for the events taking place in it, thus, it would be better for me to say that it's a collection of events, or a mini smau.

✦ author note: hi. i lied. the rainy tapestry smau wasn't in fact my last smau ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ. so... i just thought that why would i have a smau rotting away in my gallery since august 2023 and i couldn't help myself, so here it is. it's very very very small, much smaller than you would expect lol. the timeline is awful, and the timestamps mostly don't matter, but if there's a timestamp then i was too lazy to edit it out. also, the name of the debut song (chap 1) is taken from a real song "it's snowing like it's the end of the world" by krobak, as well as the name of the smau is taken from a song "i am, we are" by guiano, and a lot of songs from the smau will be taken from real songs so yeah. im a music maniac pls don't ask.

✦ chapters.

1. comeback.

2. obviousness.

3. they're real?

4. couple goals.

5. sleep? no, music.

6. featuring... who?

7. love summarisation!

8. vacation.

9. "gave in to dreams." part 1.

9.5 "gave in to dreams." part 2.

10. inexperienced.

11. surprise.

12. stuck.

13. "interconnected".

14. 1%?

15. together.

16. aftermath.

17. again and longer.

18. live².

19. yummy.

20. "nightlife" or about old times.

21. winter, hokkaido and concepts.

22. will you?

✦ bonuses !

0.1. "gave in to dreams." tracklist + playlist.

0.2. "interconnected" tracklist + playlist.

0.3. "meltdown" ("interconnected" tour live album) + playlist.

0.4. "nigtlife" ep.

✦ taglist: closed.

— @alatusorrow @scarasbaby @raineyun @1nakitofan @ichcocat @heusalettle @animeobsessed56 @samyayaya @state-of-grac3 @lily-lmao @ciellez @moonjellyfishie @scaraenthusiast1 @aruatsu @slu7 @sweatydazeshark-blog @shotovhs @kosumos @keiiqq @xionri @trulyylee @lalalaloveallmydays @nomnom21 @strangeauthorrascalfreak @starringyau @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @piercingheart @ririkamomobamiswife @anqelkoz @lxkeeeee @minhosprettywife @tikitsune @shutingstar @livelaughlovekuni @tired-jaz @naosh1 @usagiarchive @diemdurantia @v3ntis-lyr3 @rifran

[mydearestbeloved]

#0.1 [Chapter]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW: Implied Yandere

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

You stood in the crowd, just outside the Korean Hunter’s Association building, watching as the result of the rank re-evaluation was officially announced. The news that South Korea now had its 10th S-Rank hunter had swept through the media like wildfire. Cameras flashed, reporters clamored, and the air buzzed with excitement.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you subtly edged away from the throng of people, slipping behind a pillar of a nearby building for cover.

“(Name).”

You flinched slightly at the sound of his voice, turning to see Jinwoo approaching, slipping away from the crowd with ease.

You glanced around nervously. Thankfully, most of the crowd’s focus was still on the association’s announcement—aside from the sharp glare directed at you two from a certain S-Rank Guild Master.

“Let’s go.” You whispered under your breath softly, just enough for Jinwoo to hear as he felt your hands on his arm, tugging him away from the commotion.

Once you were far enough, you let go of Jinwoo and let a out a breath of relieve. “You don’t need to go back there, right?

He shrugged, an easy smile playing on his lips. “Not really my thing.”

“Right,” You cleared your throat and turn around, walking in the direction of your house in this world.

“I really don’t understand why did you drag me along. It’s not like there’s a dungeon nearby.”

He chuckled softly while following you, “You make it sound like I always forced you to join me.”

You gave him a pointed look. “Don’t you?”

Jinwoo tilted his head slightly, feigning innocence. “Maybe.”

You sighed, “You’re enjoying this too much.”

Jinwoo didn’t respond right away, but the corner of his lips quirked up in that faint, teasing smile of his. He took a step closer, close enough that your back could feel the heat radiating from him.

“You don’t like it?”

You blinked, surprised by the question—and by the sudden closeness.

The back of your neck felt warm.

Before you could think of a reply, the system chimed in.

Only for you to shot an exasperated look at the invisible interface.

[Dear, Trial Player (Name)_

How adorable you are!]

You really just want to go home right now.

___

Ever since arriving in the world of Solo Leveling and realizing your knack for healing—and occasionally harming—through magic, you’d made it a point to stay discreet.

As far as you knew, there were only three mentioned S-rank healers in the manhwa.

Two of them ended up dead.

You wanted to stay low-key. A C-rank hunter with a mild skillset was much easier to hide in the crowd.

That had always been your plan.

But ever since someone—no names necessary, but you could definitely point fingers—had dragged you into his life, that had become increasingly difficult. Especially now, when Jinwoo had just been reevaluated as Korea’s 10th S-rank hunter.

It had been a few days since then.

Everywhere he went, eyes were glued to him. The media swarmed him. Admirers, reporters, other hunters, and even government officials were desperate to get a piece of the newly minted S-rank, and—unfortunately for you—his close proximity to you meant that more often than not, those eyes fell on you as well.

“Isn’t that Hunter Sung’s teammate?” you heard someone whisper as you passed a group of reporters.

“I’ve seen her with him a lot lately,” another murmured.

You kept your head low, hoping no one would bother you. But it wasn’t long before a couple of curious fans caught sight of you, phones in hand.

“Excuse me, miss? Are you part of Hunter Sung Jinwoo’s guild?” one of them asked, eyes wide with excitement.

You froze for a second, trying to maintain your composure. “Uh, no, not really,” you mumbled, inching backward. “Just... around, I guess.”

Before the fans could press further, a voice interrupted, smooth and calm.

“Is everything all right here?” Jinwoo appeared at your side as if materializing from the shadows, his presence instantly commanding attention. He glanced at the fans, who quickly became flustered and scurried away with murmured apologies.

You let out a relieved sigh, but when you turned to Jinwoo, you could see it—the subtle amusement in his eyes. His lips twitched ever so slightly, as if he was trying not to smile.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you accused, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Enjoying what?” Jinwoo asked innocently, though his tone betrayed him.

“This. Me getting dragged into the spotlight because of you. You know I hate it, and yet—!.” You crossed your arms, giving him a look that you hoped conveyed just how done you were with the whole situation.

Jinwoo shrugged, though there was a gleam in his grey eyes. “You’re not exactly making it easy for yourself by sticking around me all the time.”

“You’re the one who keeps dragging me into things!” you huffed, exasperated. “I didn’t ask for any of this attention.”

Jinwoo’s lips curved into a barely concealed smile. “Is that so?”

You glared at him, feeling that familiar sense of déjà vu.

He’d always had this way of nudging you into situations where you’d have to stay close to him. Whether it was battles, raids, or even mundane activities like going grocery shopping, he always seemed to find an excuse to keep you around.

Lately, though, it had become... more frequent.

You were already part of his every raid, now he was insisting you to join him on seemingly random outings, or just appearing at your side when you least expected it.

___

You had never been one for the spotlight.

Hate, you think, was too strong of a word to be used to describe your overall view of fame.

Most of the time, you just felt uneasy.

Sure, there were upsides to it—more money, more respect—but the downsides?

Fans had already started whispering about you, speculating who you were, while the more cynical ones cast suspicious looks your way. Some of them even accused you of riding Jinwoo’s coattails.

The attention, the scrutiny, the whispers of speculation about who you were and what your relationship with Jinwoo might be. It sent a cold shiver down your spine just thinking about the implications.

It was bad enough being noticed by the public, but what really made your skin crawl was the idea of anyone digging deeper. If anyone ever found out the truth—that you were far stronger than your rank suggested, a False Ranker—the mere thought of it happening kept you up at night.

Your uncanny power. Your real identity.

These secrets became your very own Pandora’s box.

A nightmare waiting to happen.

So now, as you stood a few steps behind Jinwoo who calmly answered questions from yet another reporter, you found yourself fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves, trying your best to disappear into the background.

Which was hard, considering how often people kept glancing your way.

You couldn’t help but recoil slightly, shifting closer to Jinwoo’s shadow. The glare of the cameras, the whispers from the mass, other hunters, and staffs in the building, it all made you incredibly uncomfortable. And Jinwoo… Jinwoo seemed to notice.

He didn’t show it outright, but there was something in the subtle way he would angle his body, positioning himself just enough to block you from view, that made it clear he was aware of your discomfort.

Still, you noticed this strange glint in his eyes every time. Something almost too pleased about the way you shied away from limelight.

“Why do you look so smug?” you muttered under your breath, shooting him a side-eye as he wrapped up his interview.

He glanced at you, his expression neutral, but you saw the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Smug? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You’re hiding something.”

“Hmm?” Jinwoo’s voice was smooth, almost teasing. “I’m just answering questions.”

“Yeah, right.” You rubbed your temples, already feeling an incoming migraine. “We’ve had this conversation before. Why did you drag me along for something like this?”

 “You’re important to me.”

You blinked. For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the noise of the surrounding world fading into the background.

Jinwoo’s expression shifted. There was something about the way he said it, the intensity in his gaze—

“And besides,” He raised an eyebrow, “I like seeing you squirm.”

The teasing edge returning to his tone, coupled by his bluntness, almost gave you a whiplash.

You groaned, swatting his arm lightly, earning a chuckle from him. “You’re impossible.”

“Hey,” Jinwoo said suddenly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. The interview was over, and the reporters was walking away. Jinwoo turned his full attention to you, his gaze softening slightly. “Don’t worry about the attention. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

You blinked, caught off guard for the second time today by the sudden shift in his tone. “Really?”

“Really.” He gave you a small, reassuring smile.

And your heart did a funny little flip.

___

You walked side by side with Jinwoo, the quiet streets of Seoul providing a temporary escape from the usual chaos of your day-to-day life. The air was cool, the sun beginning to set, casting long shadows across the pavement. The peacefulness of it all paved way for your mind to drift, away from the hum of conversation in between.

There was something that had been nagging at the back of your mind for days now.

Lately, Jinwoo had been hovering, becoming something more constant than before. It wasn’t overbearing per se, but it was hard to ignore.

A particular memory resurfaced.

Before you were thrown into this world, before you had become the "Trial Player" for the system, you had been an avid reader of romance and the darker side of its narratives. You’d devoured stories of possessive heroes, morally gray characters who fiercely guarded their love interests, even to the point of obsession. It was intriguing, to see from their perspective, to see how different minds could spiral down into the far-end of an emotion most known for its warmth, for its nurturing side, for its healing.

Truly, the depths of love unknown and the lines that separate it blurred.

A passing thought, wild and ridiculous, almost made you laugh at yourself, if not for how persistent it became the more you tried to dismiss it.

As your eyes shifted to Jinwoo—

You imagined a dragon, fierce and terrifying, guarding his treasure—a princess locked away in his tower, away from prying eyes—

Only he could admire her beauty, only he could treasure her.

A pirate, feared on the high seas, taking his pearl—a siren hidden away inside a tank, on his ship that would soon set sail—

Her enchanting voice would never be heard by another soul. Only he could hear her song.

A king, mighty and fair, ruling over his subjects—his beloved queen confined in his castle, a gilded cage by his own making—

To adore her. To worship her as she deserved in his mind.

She was his and no one else’s.

You blinked, quickly shaking your head internally to rid yourself of the absurd thoughts.

No way, you told yourself. Jinwoo isn’t like that.

He respected your boundaries… most of the time. He was already protective because you were in dangerous situations together all the time. Technically speaking, you had saved his life and he saved yours. For Jinwoo, the Solo Player Sung Jinwoo, to harbor some possessive, obsessive feelings toward you? You were yet to be delusional enough to believe that.

Sure, he’d been a little overprotectiveas of late—clinging to you in his own subtle way. Now that you thought it over, was that too strange?

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jinwoo’s voice pulled you from your spiraling train of thought. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his usual calm expression betraying nothing of what was going on in his mind. But there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

For now, you didn’t think so.

Yet, the way he shifted slightly, stepping a little closer to you, was not helping your case at all.

You forced a smile, hoping your stray thoughts didn’t show on your face. “Just… thinking about your rank re-evaluation,” you lied. “It’s a lot of attention.” —for the both of us.

Jinwoo nodded, though the small, knowing smile on his lips made you wonder if he could see right through you. “You’ve always hated the spotlight.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, feeling a little awkward under his gaze. “I just… I don’t want all the attention.”

He hummed softly, as if he were amused by your answer. “It’s safer this way.”

You glanced at him; eyebrow raised. “Safer?”

“For you,” he said, his voice low. His eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place. “Staying out of the spotlight means staying out of trouble. It’s better if people don’t know how powerful you are.”

There was something about the way he said that—better if people don’t know. It made your stomach flip for reasons you didn’t fully understand. The words should have been reassuring, but instead, they made you feel… trapped, somehow. Like Jinwoo was quietly acknowledging that he was the only one who knew your true strength, and that was how he preferred it.

You swallowed, trying to shake the feeling off. “You really think so?”

He glanced at you again, and for a moment, you could’ve sworn his eyes darkened slightly. “I know so.”

Silence stretched between you, and you could feel your heart start to race in a way that had nothing to do with physical danger. Something about this conversation felt… different. Jinwoo wasn’t being threatening, but there was an underlying tension in his words, like he was saying more than what his calm tone implied.

Your mind flashed back to those stories.

Fiction as they were—dramatic, exaggerated—you were living in one right now.

No way, you told yourself again, more firmly this time. Jinwoo isn’t like that.

But the way he stayed so close, the way he seemed to grow tense whenever others got too near to you, the way he seemed delighted every time you recoiled from being noticed— as if you’d done his job for him, it was hard to ignore.

Was it really so far-fetched?

You took a deep breath, deciding to push the thought aside for now. The tension of the recent events was getting to you. You need to think this through once again with a clearer mind.

You peered at him one last time—the intensity in his eyes made your breath catch for just a second—before turning your head forward, continuing your walk, with him following right behind you.

No, Jinwoo wasn’t like that.

But the possibility sent a shiver down your spine nonetheless.

End Note:

This is all over the place, and I think I went too heavy with the foreshadowing, oh well.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

This is weird but could you do some headcanons of a MC reader who steals adopts one of those living plushies of the smiling critters (the ones who took over dog day) and keeps them like a pet dog and keeps them for the rest of the chapter

(It can be any of the critters, but preferably a Bobby bearhug)

Poppy: "What do you have there??"

You, with a Bobby Bearhug Critter on your shoulder: "Uh, a battery...?"

Yep, somehow you managed to tame one of the feral Smiling Critters you found within the playhouse.

Literally the only thing you did was throw some snacks at Bobby since she was 0.1 seconds away from eating your flesh....and she's followed you ever since like a pet.

She's advertised as the most lovable critter, and you wonder if part of that is why she's so friendly to you.

But you know she's really just hungry and would've ripped your face off if not for your quick reaction.

Still, Bobby stays with you even after fleeing from the other mini critters who took over Dogday's body, never leaving your side while venturing through the rest of Playcare.

You do stop to sew her eye back on properly and clean her heart necklace and fur, of course.

Poppy, Kissy, and even Ollie are confused as to how and why she's not aggressive towards you like the others are.

But hey, any ally you can get is good. No matter how bug or small.

She still has phrases she's programmed to repeat. Very generic stuff associated with her character like "I love you forever" and "I'm all yours".

But you wanna believe she genuinely means those things and wants to reassure you.

During the fight with Catnap, he tried taking Bobby away from you, seeing her as a "traitor" and creating hallucinations of her as a gigantic monster--but you're not deterred.

Once he's dead and gone, you take a moment to hug the little red bear tightly, relieved she was safe and free of his ruling..

Even after all these years, she still smells like roses.

[satcrvz]

SHOW ME HOW !

-- what happens when fans catch you eyeing yuta on your friends stream? could it be something more?

i’m sooo excited for this. THIS MADE IT OUT MY BRAIN YALL🔥 “kay stop naming ur fics after songs” NO !

taglist: closed status: ongoing

cw; streamer!yuta x f!reader, profanity, suggestive, tba.

updates every other day or whenever i’m not busy 🥲

CHAPTER 0.1 ; - 0.2 - introductions.

CHAPTER ONE; you're fucked.

CHAPTER TWO; let him cook

CHAPTER THREE; be a normal human?

CHAPTER FOUR; stay off twitter

CHAPTER FIVE; do not fuck him

CHAPTER SIX; emotional support dog

CHAPTER SEVEN; did he make you giggle?

CHAPTER EIGHT; # last minute

CHAPTER NINE; you aren’t slick

CHAPTER TEN; instigator inumaki

CHAPTER ELEVEN; owner of the house

CHAPTER 11.5

CHAPTER TWELVE; ripping my hair out

CHAPTER THIRTEEN; problem solving

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN; incorrect buzzer

CHAPTER SIXTEEN; two idiots

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN; down bad

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN; team yuta

CHAPTER NINETEEN; perchance

CHAPTER TWENTY; soft launch

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: it’ll be fun they said

TBA . . .

[questionable-sanity]

The TGCF film trailer has me thinking about Xianle Era Mu Qing again because of his 0.1s of screen time, which is enough to feed me for the next year.

How do you think it felt for Mu Qing, being given the role of the demon? Able to display his fighting prowess, yes, but purposely put in the position destined to be defeated by the representation of Good, the Crowned Prince.

To be assigned a role of Evil, as the son of a criminal. As someone repeatedly accused of theft and wrongdoing simply because he is poor.

It is mentioned that at some point in their performance, Mu Qing began fighting with his all. Was it out of rage? A desperation to prove his worth as a cultivator? Did he hope to defeat the Crowned Prince, even knowing that he would have suffered consequences for it? Was it, deep down, to express a sense of futility - to become the demon everyone expects him to be?

To be defeated anyway, then to be accused of more wrongdoing after the festival, of intentionally meaning to ruin it.

Then, accused of stealing once more. Mu Qing would spend centuries searching for that red bead. For what purpose? To clear his name? To close that chapter of his life forever? To finally be able to forget the past, to put it to rest?

How can someone expect a person who had been treated in such a way to play the eternally grateful, loyal servant after Xie Lian had been banished, when they were all starving and yet he continued to serve? Sure, he had been given the opportunity to cultivate due to Xie Lian, but does being given an opportunity to display your hard work while still working as a servant mean being eternally indebted? Xie Lian's kindness in that decision cost him nothing.

Frankly, overall, Mu Qing had been treated quite poorly as a person, as could be expected of a lowly servant.

Certainly, Mu Qing could have never felt like a friend to the Crowned Prince, back then.

[itsthecline]

WONDERING WHY

0.1 BOYFRIEND

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ summary omit ( verb. ) to leave out or exclude someone / something , either intentionally or forgetfully

word count 4k

warnings our girl is lowkey a brat but i think that’s it other than christian!reader , kook!reader , classism , and allusions to a bad previous relationship

previous chapter

a/n i ended up writing a bunch for this series already , and so here’s the first actual chapter relatively quick after the prologue post:)

THURSDAY MORNINGS usually meant you could sleep in a little later— closer to nine than eight. today , however , you were up at six to get ready for your packed day. you texted jj , reminding him to be here at ten o’clock sharp. no later.

you filled your morning with a jog around the neighborhood , helping your mother make breakfast , and dropping your younger sister off at her friend’s house for a girls day they were having. after that , you had to— for your own sake , go over the checklist of meetings and dinners that you needed to attend before midsummers one more time.

by the time 9:30 rolled around , you were dressed and ready to go down to the tailor for your first fitting. you checked your phone again , seeing if jj had even read your text yet. delivered. maybe he didn’t have his read receipts on.

he’d be here. he’d show up.

that was all you could really tell yourself.

on the other side of the island , jj was just waking up. he jolted awake , face indented from the way he fell asleep on the pillows the night before. he reached over for his phone , looking to see what time it was.

the screen didn’t light up. he quickly shuffled , hand fumbling down the charger cord to see it had been unplugged from the wall. “fuck!” he cursed , shoving himself up from the bed and rushing down the stairs.

“yo , what time is it?” he shouted , hoping one of his many friends would answer him. they all looked over their shoulders from the living room , seeing the blonde stumble around , yanking his clothes and boots on.

“its like quarter to ten,” pope called back out , looking down at his watch.

“fuckkkk!” jj groaned , grabbing the keys to the van, “i’m late! takin’ the twinkie!” he announced , shoving through the front door and bounding down the porch steps. he didn’t even bother to close the door on the way out , instead just hopping behind the van’s wheel and peeling off to figure eight.

kie came around the corner , a couple of water bottles for her friends. “what was that about?” she hummed , looking out the open door.

“he has that thing with the pastor’s kid,” john b answered with a smug smile , grabbing the bottle being held out to him, “he told us ‘bout it yesterday , remember?”

“ohhh , yeah!” kie mused , mind replaying yesterday’s events at the wreck, “she’s cute.”

“she’s also way too polite for jj,” sarah laughed , stealing the water from her husband, “i mean , i remember her from school , and she was just so shy. kept to herself and all that.”

pope shook his head , swallowing down more of his cereal, “nah , they used to be friends way back when though.”

“what?” the girls all gasped.

“rude boy was friends with that shy thing from kie’s parents’ place?” cleo asked , only just ‘meeting’ you yesterday but still as invested.

pope and john b nodded together , recalling a time before high school when jj would skip out on their hangouts to do something with you. ‘family friend , guys. i feel bad,’ he’d lie to them , getting out of whatever they had planned to spend time with you instead.

the group continued theorizing what jj was helping you with , not getting the complete story from him the day before. all the while he was speeding across the island to get to your door before it was ten o’clock. his blue eyes kept darting to the dashboard’s clock , seeing his time run out faster and faster. 9:57 , and he was just now getting to figure eight.

“mom , if jj shows up , will you tell him i’m sick?” you asked quietly , walking into the kitchen where she was working on her laptop.

she peered up at you over her glasses. “jj maybank , your boyfriend?” she smiled , patting for you to sit next to her in the breakfast nook as she was still over the moon from your news earlier in the week, “what’s he coming over to do?”

“he’s not invited anymore,” you corrected her , resting your chin on her shoulder as you looked at her computer screen. it was a spreadsheet , an itinerary for the next weeks approaching midsummers. “he’s late , so i’m upset.”

“well , you can’t blame him , hon,” your mother cooed at you, “he’s probably on the way. give him more than two minutes.” you held back from rolling your eyes at her soft spot for the boy after all of these years. after all of the tears she wiped away from your cheeks when you were fourteen.

“will you tell him i’m sick?” you pleaded again , pulling at the sleeves of her robe like a little kid.

she pressed a kiss to your forehead and tutted at you. “no , baby. we don’t lie in this house,” she answered , going back to typing and organizing on her laptop.

you huffed and pushed yourself out of the booth , straighten out your skirt. “fine , but i’m not happy about this,” you whined , beginning to walk out of the kitchen.

her voice called out your name again as she leaned forward to catch a glimpse of you. you stopped , turning to face her expectantly. “i think it’s a good thing you chose to give him a second chance.”

“yeah,” you sighed , guilt boiling in your gut , ignoring her knowing smile before walking to the front door. you’d just have to go to the fitting by yourself.

as you stepped outside , you could hear the rattle of a car nearing you from the street. it was loud enough to get your attention , telling you whoever was driving was going far too fast for the residential area. next thing you know , the beat up van you knew as john b’s twinkie was pulling into your driveway.

your hand raised above your sight line , blocking the sun so you could glare at jj. “didn’t get my twelve texts?” you asked him , watching as he practically fell out of the van upon his arrival which caused your embarrassment from the amount of times you tried contacting him to simmer.

“i’m sorry! my phone never got plugged in , s’my alarm didn’t go off. the damn twinkie gave out a couple blocks away , and i had to start ‘er back up—“ jj huffed out before you decided to just get in your car. he watched you , already feeling your disappointment.

you rolled down the passenger window , leaning over. “get in , please? we’re late,” you spoke , like you had already forgiven him , which you had. you saw how he was out of breath and the fresh grease stains on his fingers. it wasn’t his fault he was late.

jj ripped the door open , flopping into the passenger seat before buckling up. “where we headed , angel?” he asked you , already poking around in the car’s abundance of compartments.

“the tailor. we have to get you measured for your tux,” you simply answered , backing out of your driveway, “and i have to get re-measured too.”

jj nodded , chewing at his lip , and he couldn’t help but feel like you were giving him the cold shoulder. he was only eight minutes late. but maybe he just didn’t know you anymore. you spoke so much differently than you did from when you were kids , your voice clearer , more affirming. it sounded more like this was a business deal than an old friend doing an old friend a favor.

“it’s kinda like you’re my sugar momma for the next couple’a weeks,” jj chuckled to lighten to mood as you drive through the town’s center , eyeing all of the nice shops he never went to. it’s not like he wanted , but it was another reminder how differently you two grew up from each other.

you scoffed over your small laugh. “i guess so. in a weird way , yeah,” you agreed lightly , finding a parking spot right in front of the business you were going to, “just make sure to use your manners , please. katherine is friends with my dad and a huge gossip.”

“oh , yes , ma’am,” jj saluted you, “i will be prim and proper just for you , m’lady.” he got out of the car as you let out a shaky breath. you followed shortly after , seeing he was already holding the door open. “c’mon , you said we’re in a rush!”

you nudged him with your elbow when you stepped inside the small store. “i only said that so you’d hurry up. we don’t even have an appointment,” you admitted with a chuckle , picking up a pen at the front desk to sign in.

jj’s jaw dropped , letting out a gasp. “miss goodie-two-shoes lied?” he whisper yelled , hand coming to his heart, “is the world ending?”

“hush up,” you bit back , moving about the store as he followed you around like a lost puppy. he wasn’t about to go snooping around figure eight. he didn’t want to deal with it any more than he’d already agreed to.

“y/n! ah , so wonderful to see you , honey!” katherine’s shrill voice echoed through the building as she rushed to the front with her hands high and wide. you barely had time to smile back at her before she yanked you in for a hug. “you know , i’ve been waiting for your behind to get in here for your measurements for weeks!” she cried , guiding you to the back , not even sparing your blonde companion a second glance. you did though , catching jj standing there awkwardly in the front of the store.

“katherine , this is jj,” you interrupted her chatter , stopping to reach back and grab the boy’s hand, “i called about getting him set up with a tux for midsummers?”

katherine’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she took in who you were holding onto. “jj maybank…” she hummed , knowing exactly the reputation he and his father carried around, “i didn’t realize he was your plus one this year.”

you could hear the condescension in her voice , and by the tightening grip on your delicate hand , you knew jj could too. “well , he’s my boyfriend so…” you trailed off , waiting for katherine to just do her job and stop being like every other kook on the island. you never understood why your father considered her such a close friend. she was snippy and fake , and it was clear to you since the day you met.

“oh!” she smiled, “well come on back.” she turned to lead you both to the fitting areas , calling out her husband’s name to help out with jj’s measurements.

“boyfriend?” jj whispered to you , still holding your hand.

“didn’t i mention that?” you played dumb , knowing very well you left that little piece of information out yesterday when you got him to accept the deal.

“no , angel,” he shook his head , pulling you to a stop, “that’s like five hangouts worth! i only agreed because it was supposed to be one night of helpin’ ya out! and now you’re tellin’ me i gotta pretend to be your boyfriend too?” your hand reached up to cover jj’s mouth , looking around to make sure no one heard you.

“can we talk later?” you asked him , pleading eyes that begged him to leave it be for now.

but jj just scoffed , dropping your hand and flipping the curtain out of the way to follow after katherine.

YOU HADN’T heard a peep from the men’s parlor. katherine had been chatting in your ear the entire time she measured you , talking about everyone and everything. she mentioned having your family over to her house for dinner soon , which you made a mental note to bring up to your father when you got home later.

but you couldn’t help but think about jj behind the thick , velvet curtain. you heard katherine’s husband muttering every once in awhile , but never jj’s voice. was he actually mad at you? it was all pretend , and it would end right after midsummers. what was the big deal? he had done far worse things to you than omit some facts.

after long enough , katherine decided you didn’t even need to come in at all. “measurements are the same as last year , darling. you wasted your time here today,” she declared , sending the bill to your father’s account all while sending you an underlying message.

you shouldn’t have brought that maybank kid here.

“well , jj needed to get fitted too,” you smiled sweetly, “no harm done by comin’ in.” you were always deemed a nice girl. you were a nice girl , but there was only so much hidden snottiness you could deal with from certain people before becoming just as passive aggressive as them. “i’m actually going to go check on him,” you spoke , already turning to head back his way.

“she tells me we’re dating out of the blue , man! i don’t know what she was thinking , but she’s outta her mind!” you could finally hear jj’s cadence followed by marcus’ belly laugh.

“women,” he chuckled, “i’ll tell you right now , it doesn’t get any better. happy wife , happy life. get used to it , kid,” he advised the younger man , patting his shoulders before letting him know they were all done.

you stepped through the curtain , ignoring the tinge of hurt jj’s words caused in your heart while the metal loops glided across the curtain rod to announce your presence. “let’s go , jj.” you held your hand out to him , not giving him an option of taking his time. he could tell from the way your neck was stiff that something had upset you , so he wasted no time yanking his jeans back on. he didn’t want to be the reason for your cold attitude again. at least not for the rest of the day.

you dragged him out of the store , not sparing katherine a goodbye. you got in the car , buckling up as jj did the same before driving off in silence. it wasn’t long before you were driving through the streets of figure eight , being the only car on the road.

jj was poking around your glove compartment again , flipping through the owner’s manual to fill the car ride. he jumped and dropped the book to the floorboards when you let out a scream. he jolted and look over at you , watching the way your face nearly turned red from the air you were expelling from your body.

“yo , yo!” he shouted at you.

you took a deep breath , closing your eyes when you came to a stop sign. “sorry,” you mumbled , catching your breath still, “i just really , really dislike katherine! she’s so mean and snotty and two-faced! like , she was makin’ comments the entire time just poking at me!” you ranted , not caring that jj just saw you let out a scream you’d been holding in for about a week, “and don’t get me started on all of her implications about you.”

jj was still taken aback , not too sure what to say. he’d never seen you unravel like that before. he’d never thought you could. “um— well , at least we got it outta the way…” he tried to help the situation.

“yeah,” you nodded breathlessly , beginning to drive again like nothing had happened.

after a few more minutes of awkward silence , jj decided to speak up again , not forgetting what you tabled earlier. “boyfriend , huh?”

you sighed. you had forgotten about the conversation you still needed to have with him , so blinded by your frustrations. “yeah , so maybe my parents assumed that when i told them i had a date for midsummers last week , it was a boyfriend? and maybe i happened to leave that out when asking you to come with me?”

“oh , really?” jj feigned surprised, “i didn’t notice!”

“i’m sorry!” you cried, “but my dad wouldn’t stop bothering me about a date and then it all snowballed.” the pitch in your voice and pout in your lips made jj frown for a moment before focusing.

“i didn’t agree to playing house , princess,” jj reminded you , and your stomach dropped.

you pulled into the driveway , parking the car before shifting to look at him. “are you mad at me? you’re still gonna come to midsummers , right?” you needed him to say yes.

jj thought about it , not giving you any idea if he was backing out now or not. “five— no , six hangouts , and you have to come to a kegger,” he decided , nodding to himself. he felt like it was fair enough. if he would have to prance around figure eight as your arm candy for the next two weeks , you would have to start experiencing some of the cut. it was only right. a true balance he thought.

“but i don’t—“

“ah , ah ah!” he interrupted you , pressing a finger to your lips, “you’re not really in a position to negotiate , princess. i’m callin’ the shots now. if you want me to be your fake boyfriend for two weeks , i want you to start tagging along with the pogues. if not , you can just forget this whole thing.”

you stared at jj still surprised he touched your mouth. “i—“ you sighed , sitting back against your seat, “fine , but i’m not drinking or smoking or nothing.” you crossed your arms over your chest , making it clear you weren’t about to be pushed around on this anymore.

and he didn’t know why , but jj grinned. he knew this would all probably fall apart and cause a few problems— it was just what usually happened when he was involved in schemes , but he was excited. it would give him something to do for the next few weeks.

“pleasure doin’ business with ya , angel,” he smirked , climbing out of your car. he bent over , leaning down to the window. “now don’t just go around tellin’ everyone i’m taking your virginity or nothin’ either. i’ll play boyfriend , but i won’t have everyone thinking i’m corrupting father y/l/n’s precious daughter.”

your face crinkled up at jj’s words before you rolled up the window he was in. “excuse me?” you gasped , getting out of the car and rushing around to his side before smacking at him.

he laughed , blocking himself from the rapid but weak hits from your little purse. “i’m kidding!” he cackled , knowing it was a risky joke , but he had taken far greater risks with less rewards than pushing your buttons.

“you are so dirty , jj!” you huffed , getting one last thwack in at him, “maybe i’ll find a different date.”

“good luck with that,” jj breathed out , taking a step back in case you swung the bag at him again, “no one will put up with that little attitude of yours.”

“i do not have an attitude!” you argued back , flicking a few hairs out of your face, “you just make nasty comments.”

“jj , come on. we’re leaving!” he mimicked you , using his girl voice and waving his hands around, “that don’t sound familiar?” he questioned , hands on his hips after his performance.

you rolled your eyes , seeing that it probably wasn’t too far off. you weren’t blind to the fact that you were a little stuck up. it was never nasty or hateful , but you demanded a certain level of perfection from nearly everything in your life. “whatever , i don’t sound like that,” you finally spoke up , avoiding jj’s gaze, “thank you for showing up today.”

“you’re welcome , princess,” he smiled back , glad you were finally taking a joke, “i’ll text you whenever we’re gonna hangout,” he added with a thumbs up sent your way before hopping back into the twinkie. you watched him drive off before slipping back into your house.

jj couldn’t help but beat his thumb on the steering wheel to the radio’s tune , chuckling a little as he drove through the stop sign you were just screaming at. he’d missed so much of your life , that he hadn’t really gotten a good idea of who you were now. you were still girly and spoiled , but you were funnier than before— a natural humor that took control of your words and behaviors every now and then.

but then jj remembered why you were no longer friends , and his demeanor shifted , pissed off at himself for even saying yes yesterday to begin with. he knew this wouldn’t end well. john b said that last night after jj went to him about the situation too.

it was a disaster just waiting to happen.

hell , you were probably only doing this whole act to piss off your dad while still giving him what he wanted. the idea alone keyed jj up , feeling used now when he hadn’t thought to be before.

“yo , john!” he shouted , stomping into the house.

the brunette popped out from the living room , hardly moving from his position earlier when jj had left. “yes?” john b replied carefully , watching as jj kicked his boots off , clearly frustrated by something. he assumed it had to do with you , but had no idea what you could’ve done in two hours.

jj moved through the house , heading up to his room , hearing his friend follow him up. “you really think i’m gonna fall for that shit like i did last time?” he finally asked after shutting the door. he didn’t need any extra ears hearing his conversation.

john b furrowed his brows. what had you done to him? in two hours? “i don’t know , man. what happened today?” he joined his blonde friend on the bed , getting comfortable.

“so not only do i have to go to this fucking kook festival , right?” jj began , hearing john b’s quiet ‘you agreed to that’ but continuing to rant, “now i have to pretend to be her boyfriend! because she fuckin’ told her parents ‘bout dating me!”

“she what?” john b cracked up , not able to hold back his laughter just to spare jj some dignity, “why the hell would she do that? doesn’t her dad hate you or something?”

“yeah!” jj scoffed , silently thanking his friend for understanding.

“okay , but her mom loves you,” john b added , deciding he’d play devil’s advocate.

“yeah,” jj nodded , seeing the point, “but we haven’t spoken in years , and now she’s all like ‘be my fake boyfriend’ and ‘go to the prom with me’ and shit!” parroting your voice like he had done in your driveway.

it wasn’t the time , but john b kept chuckling at his friend. “man , i think you’re reading too deep into it. she needed a favor. you’re helping her out. that’s all,” he reasoned , sitting up in the bed now, “i know i told you to be wary , but i didn’t mean get paranoid. don’t get your panties in a twist because you have problems and she doesn’t.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” jj questioned , not expecting john b to turn on him. sarah or kie maybe. cleo and pope definitely , but not him.

john b sighed , rolling his eyes at how oblivious his friend was. “you’ve got residual shit coming up right now pretending to be some kook’s boyfriend , dude. you’re gonna have to handle that shit before you take it out on y/n. she seems nice enough to not fuck you over like camille,” he calmly explained , standing to leave, “besides it’s all fake anyway.” the boy simply patted jj’s shoulder before exiting the room , leaving jj to process his words alone with the name he tried his best to forget swirling in his mind on a loop.

meanwhile , back at your house , your sister had brought her friend over upon hearing certain details about your life she wanted to ask you about. you didn’t even make it up the stairs to your room before bella and her friend , olivia , were harassing you.

“why didn’t you tell me your boyfriend is jj? why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?” bella shrieked in your ear , barging into your room after you. you sighed , tossing your purse onto your vanity before turning to face her.

“i didn’t tell you because it’s not your business,” you explained softly, “it’s not a big deal. i didn’t even want to tell mom and dad,” you admitted.

“wait— why not?” olivia wondered , sitting down on your bed with you and your sister.

“well , jj isn’t exactly dad’s favorite person,” you began , getting comfortable. you didn’t mind the intrusion from the younger girls. you actually enjoyed their company , so you had no problem telling them all about your errand with jj.

“but he’s sooo cute!” olivia whined , annoyed that you were so adamant about not actually liking him like that after you told them about the whole ruse.

“and he was always really nice to me,” bella added to their case. they were currently trying to convince you to really date him , even after telling them he never liked you like that.

you laughed at their interest but shook your head. “no , i don’t think i’ll ever actually date jj maybank,” you whispered , letting the words sink in. this was all fake. it was a favor. nothing more. you had to keep remembering that , or everything would fall apart , and you’d be stuck in high school , craving his attention all over again.

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𓆩⚝𓆪 — Sweet Venom

Your childhood friend is back, and he's... Hot? Winner of the poll was Michael Kaiser. Happy 300 followers!

Synopsis: You graduated and made it to university! Yay! Little do you know, your childhood friend, Michael Kaiser, is attending your university as well. You came to learn, he came for... Something else.

Contains: gn!reader, though may become implied fem at times. No tragic backstory AU for Kaiser bc he doesn't deserve it. Whole thing is on crack so far.

Warnings: there will DEF be kys jokes, swearing, first attempt at a multi chapter series, let alone SMAU!

Things to know: I have no determined schedule for when these will come out, just know I may be busy with school and such.

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🌹0.0 - y/n's group

🌹0.1 - Kaiser's group

🌹01 - who the hell is that?

🌹02 - ohhh he want u baddd

🌹03 - yoichi acquired 🔥

Ended due to IRL circumstances

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[causenessus]

cold kisses

part 0.1. SCARY GUARD DOG PRIVILEGES

PLAYING FROM KODZUKEN'S STREAM . . . what are you so afraid of by videoclub

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extras <3

tsukishima 🤝 kageyama not knowing what sin they committed in a past life that got them in their respective gcs

tsukki: "i am very calm, collected, and rational."

also tsukki: "allow me to pick a fight with the first person i see."

suna and y/n traded bad pictures of their friends to set as their pfps

y/n and kenma we're sitting on the sidelines during practice and we was cuddled up next to her just like he said watching her type up responses to the questions of his homework

they've also spent spent many nights cuddled on the couch watching his lectures so she's serious when she says she could probably be double majoring in it lol since she's doing all of kenma's work anyway

kenma's talked about it with y/n before bc kenma didn't want her to feel like he was using her or anything but she said it was actually pretty fun to do and if she has the time she doesn't mind doing it

not sure why we're already in therapy hours in the first chapter but at least everyone's a good friend

y/n and kenma have a cat named goldfish

they've also literally been avoiding any kind of "what are we" conversation since high school. they just slowly found that the other was okay chilling in the others' room which eventually evolved to laying on each other and lots of affectionate hugs

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▸ THE SECRET OF US ↺

a xiao x f!reader smau.

synopsis:what was once a petty and unspoken rivalry between you and your ex now spirals into a full on war. songs, lyrics, performances, all sharpened to point at the other’s throat in hopes that they bleed. but overtime, after 4 years of this constant exchange of hurt, lines of love begin to bleed into the mix. amidst the tours, charts, and concert lights, the question still remains: have you actually moved on?

genre: social media au, band au, exes to rivals to lovers.

warnings: female reader, unrealistic/inaccurate depictions of the music industry, , angst, misunderstandings, miscommunication, swearing, toxic industries, will be updated as the series continues.

status: wip/ongoing

concert reminders:

cheers to another genshin smau project i thought of on a whim

timestamps do not matter

apologies in advance for any grammatical errors; english is not my first language

pacing might be very wack

written chapters will be marked with "၊၊||၊"

fan art used for the banner is from @xuzhi2207 on twitter.

masterlist is best viewed in lightmode!

▷ MUSIC TEASER 

0.1 – breakup anniversary 

▷ MEET THE RIVAL BANDS!

ghost flower ⇄ fading lanterns

▷ ACT I – BATTLE OF THE BANDS.

01 – audacious fuckers

02 – what is love?

03 – don’t know, don’t care

04 – say your sorrys

05 – crawling back

06 – welcome to music theory!

07 – next stop: fontaine

08 – working overtime

09 – moving on 101: block

10 – do you get deja vu?  ၊၊||၊

▷ ACT II – FEELINGS FROM THE VAULT.

tba!

▷ ACT III – JUST KISS AND MAKE UP?

tba!

▷ ACT IV – THE SECRET OF US.

tba!

▷ ACT V – LAST VERSE.

tba!

▷ taglist  – @https-sourlimes @mikashisus @ryescapades

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