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mydisenchantedeulogy · 4 months

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Dying Light [Chapter One] Choking [Bi-Han/Sub-Zero]

A/n: this first chapter took a bit longer than intended. I'd like to thank those who voted, regarding the reader's magic. Thank you so much. Also, I added some aspects from previous games to fill out the plot for the first half a little. Please enjoy.

Tag List: @genesiswrld

Warning(s): arranged marriage au, female reader, cliches, fighting, blood, magic, and family drama.

No Minors Allowed!!

In your youth, new to the ways of the world, you were told about your inescapable fate; that when your clan began its new era, you alone would be the key to its tomorrow.

The clan was dying off, a has-been of the past. It could not survive another century of change in a world that had no use for it or its teachings. There was no way to preserve them. To keep its lineage from fading into history, your family had no choice but to unite with another clan.

This was where you would come in.

When the time was right, you would be wedded to a clan head, and your clan, its strongest and most capable fighters, would merge with them, starting anew. However, this foretold life did not sit well with you. It was not fair.

For years, you trained with a Grandmaster of martial arts, and then with your father’s consent you were given the Amulet of Damashi, an ancient heirloom passed down through your clan; one capable of substantial magic, enough so that you hoped to call off the merger. Yet, your longings and sacrifices were not enough.

Your fate was set in stone. But still, you did all you could to draw attention to your clan, and for another year, all was well.

Until one autumn afternoon.

Sitting on a balcony at the far end of the main house, you occupy your time with a humorously erotic book brought from the city; it is cliche but you can not seem to put it down.

As you are lost in the plot, a retainer wearing the clan’s insignia suddenly approaches you from the doorway and bows in respect.

“Forgive my intrusion, honorable–”

You raise your hand and interrupt him; his immediate silence makes you hum in thanks. Whatever he has to say does not interest you, but you know that he is simply doing as someone ordered him to. Even so, you dislike being called away from your alone time. You continue to read in silence until you reach the end of the page, then you avert your eyes to him.

“It's unsettling when stories are left on cliffhangers,” you state. Resting the book in your lap, you motion for him to continue.

The man bows again.

“The Master sent me to retrieve you.”

You hum.

“What reason does he need me for?”

If it is not urgent then he can wait until you have had your lesson with your master for the day.

The retainer rests his arms at his sides and leans up.

“To greet the honored guest who is waiting within the front courtyard. He came from Arctika to see you.”

Honored guest. From the tundra region.

Your eyes widen in realization. It can not be.

Father brought him here.

With a frustrated groan, you stand and rush past the retainer and through the main house to the inner courtyard.

I should have known.

The servants had cleaned and prepared the main house the night before but you ignored the action, thinking your mother was just being choosy again. You had no idea that your parents were keeping secrets from you.

You manage to squeeze through the throng of clansmen in the inner courtyard until you are at the front, and then you rush to stand beside your father, giving him a heated look.

“It is nice of you to join us,” he says with a serious tone. Taking the book from your hand, he grimaces at the title and hands it to your mother, who is beside him.

“You gave me no other option,” you retort.

Your mother sighs.

“Had we, you would have found a way to vanish before your fiance arrived. It was the lesser of two evils, dear. Understand this.”

You do, but it does not make it right.

I've never even seen him before.

“Send him away,” you implore. “We do not need to–”

“Your opinion is unneeded,” your father sneers. He gives you a look that warns you to keep your mouth shut.

An air of gloom and disappointment surrounds you. After what you have done, he and your mother do not seem to appreciate it. You take an uneasy breath and clutch the white and gold amulet attached to your side. Did achieving this mean nothing?

It certainly feels so. Even after making an effort to master it, they pushed this merge in secret.

Who is he? Your parents certainly trust in him. You want to know.

Under your father’s orders, the guards open the doors to the southeastern entrance, and inside walks a group of what appears to you to be assassins dressed in similar attire, sporting a color scheme of blue and black. Some of them wear hoods over their heads, while all of them have their mouths covered, as well as the man in the lead.

He must be their clan head.

My fiance.

He is certainly handsome, with defined well-built curves and muscles that strain against the thin fabric of his twilight blue tabard. Even so, there is an air of bitterness that surrounds him as he measures your clan.

You share his sentiments.

Watching your father bow, you quickly do the same.

“It is an honor to have you grace us with your presence, Bi-Han of the Lin Kuei,” your father states.

Bi-Han follows suit.

“It was the former Grandmaster - my father - who had hoped to see this merge.” He pauses to stand. “If your clan is as strong as promised, then I too share his sentiments.”

His tone is deep and high-handed, not promising in your opinion. While a part of you is thankful to him for taking in the clan, the other part is irritated that this is a recruitment visit.

I am merely the weight that comes with the contract, nothing more.

“I too have been eager for this day. It is a shame, however, that your father passed on before his time. He was a respected man.”

Bi-Han knits his brows.

“The Lin Kuei are in capable hands.”

No one said otherwise.

You sigh in dread.

“Yes…well, allow me to introduce my family,” Your father awkwardly states. He motions to your mother first, then to you. “My wife and my daughter, your bride-to-be.”

You visibly frown. Must he refer to you as such? Like it is a title. So not to enrage or embarrass him, you smile at the stranger, then give him your name.

“It is…an honor to meet you.”

Bi-Han remains silent. He looks you over and then turns his attention back to your father.

“The terms of the marital contract come after.”

Your father hums in agreement.

“Of course. A demonstration of might is of high priority. But should we not wait for your brothers? I was informed that they would be journeying with you.”

“Their presence here is nonessential,” Bi-Han states.

You wonder why. If they are anything like him, you are thankful for their absence.

Hearing your father order the servants to prepare the blocks for the test, you along with your mother stand back as your father gathers the six best fighters and has them line up in the center of the courtyard.

In the meantime, Bi-Han stands at a distance in front of them with the Lin Kuei on his right.

Once the six are ready, standing over seventeen 1-inch thick reinforced concrete pavers, your father joins Bi-Han and gives the word for them to begin. One by one, the fighters strike the blocks dead center, breaking them with ease.

You grin with pride. Yes, they can break more, but there is no need to push them, so long as Bi-Han is baited. In the end, it will be his guidance that shapes them to their full potential.

With his mask on, it is frankly hard to tell. You lean just a bit to see his expression but you can not. He does however cross his arms and hum.

“Are they competent fighters?”

Your father laughs. Of course, they are. He calls on a man with deep-set eyes - a good choice. The fighter steps forward and bows.

“This is one of our strongest. If you wish to test–”

“Let us not be hasty, leader,” a familiar raspy voice interrupts.

Your master, an elderly woman with sunken features, saunters out from the throng and approaches your father.

“Excuse my interruption, but your daughter is a competent fighter. Should she not be tested instead?”

You frown. What is she doing? Proving yourself is no issue, but must you do it for your fiance? It is the fighters he came to test. Though you suppose you are not against showing off your techniques.

“If it’s what you wish, Father, I will fight,” you state in confidence.

“Is this acceptable, Bi-Han?” Your father asks.

The man in question knits his brows in thought and then nods. He snaps his fingers and a member of the Lin Kuei without a hood steps forward and bows.

“Do not pull your punches,” Bi-Han orders. His keen brown eyes turn to you, as though he wants to measure your expression.

You remain stoic. If he is eager to see your strength, then that is fine. With confidence, you saunter to the center of the courtyard. Soon, the young man chosen to be your challenger joins you, striking a fighting pose. You do the same.

A deathly silence consumes the stage.

You are not certain who calls the fight, but the moment it begins, the assassin rushes at you, attempting to strike you with a series of fast kicks. You step back, avoiding them, and manage to catch his leg against your side. Using his momentum to pivot him the opposite way, you strike him in the back with a front kick.

The assassin staggers forward but catches himself. When he faces your direction, you can see the aggravation in his eyes. He rushes at you with a shout, throwing punch after punch. You can hardly match his speed, blocking what you can with your arms and hands. But then his stance changes and with a hard-hitting mountain punch simultaneously to the chest and face, you stagger back.

For fuck’s sake.

An intense pain lights you up, but you push through it and rush at him. You do not want to continue this spar; you want to end it quickly before he puts you on your ass. Springing off your foot, you pull off a flying scissor kick, wrapping your legs around his head. Using your momentum against him, you toss the assassin off his feet and onto his back. Then with a shout of irritation, you raise your leg straight into the air and slam your heel into his face, breaking his nose with a wet crunch. You quickly roll back onto your feet and step away from him.

The Lin Kuei are no joke.

You had hoped that he would not stand, but he does. The thin cloth over his face stains red as he bleeds profusely. All this seems to do is annoy him further. He comes at you a third time in anger, aiming at you with a straight punch. His mistake. You dodge it with ease and grab his wrist, yanking him forward and off balance. Turning in quickly, you elbow him in the stomach, then toss him over your back and onto the ground with a sharp smack.

Your slip-up, however, is assuming that he is ready to submit. As you advance, the assassin flips back onto his feet and punches you in the face.

Instantly you taste blood in your teeth. Running your tongue on the inside of your lip, you wince in pain. He busted it.

Your blood boils.

Pointing your hand behind the assassin, you draw a circle with your finger, and then a swirling black portal materializes. One of the techniques of the amulet is portal creation via space and time magic. You do not want to use it in such a spar, but it is necessary.

Connecting it to one at your feet, you leap into the portal and appear behind the assassin, catching him off guard. He turns, but you pivot and roundhouse-kick him in the face. Your foot connects with his chin and he goes down like a rock, motionless.

You do not even realize it is over until you hear a round of applause. You win. Stepping over the body, you bow, peeking up at Bi-Han. He seems almost surprised.

“I was not aware that she was capable of magic,” he states, turning his wide eyes to the man beside him.

You raise a bow. They did not tell him.

Your father hums.

“Let us discuss it over some tea.”

He spares no words of gratitude and motions for Bi-Han to follow him. While hesitant, the high-handed man gives you one last look before he follows your father into the main house.

You sigh and saunter toward your mother, who appears elated.

“Incredible work. I believe that you have impressed him.”

“I should hope so,” you state with a snap, a bit annoyed that you were kicked around like a ball by his fighter.

All it took was a few bruises and a busted lip.

Your mother sighs and offers you back the book she took.

“Tame your anger. Go and rest. Tomorrow is a new day.”

You give her a look of irritation before you saunter to the main house. Your master looks on at you with pride as you pass, but you are in too much of a foul mood to share your appreciation with her. The fight took too long, in your opinion.

At least you are at last excused from this fiasco. A part of you, however, is curious about what Bi-Han has to say about you now.

It stays on your mind well into the night.

#mortal kombat fandom #bi han x reader #female reader insert #mortal kombat fanfiction #arranged marriage au #mortal kombat 1 fanfiction #Spotify

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davekat-sucks · 18 days

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Below is my "I strongly dislike Davekat and wish it wasn't canon and don't have ill will towards fans of it, but I do think they are being ignorant on purpose because Dave's character fucking sucks cock after Act 5" rant. Apologies but I needed to share this because it's almost 4/13 and I'm feeling festive.

You know why most of the fandom left homestuck around 2013-2014? cause of long pauses between updates and then we got stupid content that wasn't going anywhere. I left the fanbase DURING [S] game over. I fucking checked out because that was the stupidest fucking flash it could have possibly been and at that point I was waiting for a moment to just give up on the story and come back to it when it was finished.

I'd say most of the homestuck fandom seems silent about what they think about the story. Every fanbase is like that, most people watch from the sidelines and I do that too. I usually say nothing about the media I consume. Sometimes, rarely, I'll go through homestuck's reddit around this time of year and I'll see common sense. (There is hope!) But a good chunk of the people who stayed with the homestuck fandom through all of Act 6, or younger fans who are just joining it now, are able to just take whatever is given to them and not think anything through. I'm not saying anyone in the fanbase is stupid, no, I'm saying that they don't care enough about the story to admit what is good writing and what is shit writing. They don't care about writing. They don't care about the characters. They care about fannon. They care maybe, MAYBE, about activism.

A good chunk of the fanbase seem to be Davekat stans. Why are there are so many Davekat fans? It's because they can just eat the sludge. Maybe they grew up off of it so they can tolerate it. (I think Act 6 does a number on a motherfucker and makes you lower your standards so low that any content will do.)

Some people think any canon gay rep is good gay rep, but who would want to be represented by this? In Homestuck 2, Karkat is demoted to "Dave's boyfriend" and Dave was a selfish jerk through nearly all of Act 6. Dave was such a good character in Act 5, and Act 6 just had him ignore rose's alcoholism and ignore terezi's struggles. He didn't care about anything. Karkat at least somewhat tried to help Terezi or cheer her up. I can't understand for the life of me how someone like Karkat would end up with someone as selfish as Dave was. (Dave was selfish in the pre-retcon bit but still! why show us that? the epilogue was no different Dave abandoned jade instead of talked to her and let him know he wasn't interested in her because he's gay. I hardly recall what was going on at that part of the story, I just remember being dumbfounded that the story reinforced Dave only cares about himself.)

I wish Dave was written differently. I wish he had SOME, an ounce at least, of chemistry with Karkat. Instead what we got was Dave childishly drawing dicks on Karkat's face in some Hussie art and that pretty much sums up their whole relationship. A massive L for Karkat. I'm fine with Karkat being with meenah, nepeta, jade, davepetasprite for christ's sake! Just not the person that Dave ended up being. Why does fixing Dave fall on Karkat? Dave isn't the only shit character. I can't believe that John just gave up fully and completely. I find it hard to believe that Rose, at the end of the story, wouldn't advise John to train with her so he could learn how to use his new powers to go fight the empress. Why doesn't John do more with his powers? Why isn't John a better dad in the new content? I would imagine he would have tried to be like his own dad. Why did the story write Jake the entire way through like he was so worthless he wasn't worth our time and then dedicate so much of the story to him? I could go on and on about this, and I did go off so I will stop here.

This fandom and this story is going to continue circling the drain. The only thing that could possibly save it is a full overhaul and rewrite from people with skill who actually LIKE the characters. If anyone cared about the story THEY WOULD PRESS FOR THAT!!! If anything Hussie wanted to actively destroy any good will the fans had towards it. Maybe he fucking hates the story, I never looked to far into any of the backstory of how homestuck was made but I assume he fucking hated it from how he wrote Act 6. It's so sad to see because most of the characters had something really special about their stories. It's a story that is all about potential. It was crushed under the weight of it's own stupidity. Wait. I'm not done! What the fuck was that part where Dave left a note for Jade that said "I missed you" and a little red band? I didn't ship them but it certainly felt like Dave was into her or at worst leading her on. Am I supposed to believe that Dave was just fucking with her? Was he trying to be there for her? I guess he was fucking with her or trying to be into girls cause he ended up with Jade only to leave her in the epilogue. Why did he turn out to be such a prick!? Why didn't he talk to her? What point is the story trying to make? Abandon everything when you find out who you really are like your old friends don't matter anymore? Dave was maturing in act 5. Why the fuck is the story like this!!!?!?! YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS IS THE SAME MOTHER FUCKER WHO GAVE IT HIS ALL TO HELP? WHO SAVED ROSE'S LIFE AND THEN WENT TO DIE ALONG SIDE HER IN CASCADE? I FEEL LIKE THE ONLY REASON HE TRIED TO HELP BRING JADE BACK FROM THE DEAD IN GAME OVER WAS BECAUSE JADE WAS A SPACE PLAYER AND THEY NEEDED ONE TO TALK TO HER DENIZEN SO SHE'D BIRTH THE DAMN FROG THING OR WHATEVER!? DOES DAVE JUST SELECTIVELY DECIDE WHEN HE'S HAD ENOUGH BEING A COCKSUCKER? IS HIM BEING ABUSED BY BRO A GOOD ENOUGH EXCUSE TO IGNORE HOW LITTLE HE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING?!

WHY DO PEOPLE THINK THAT DAVE IS EVEN GOOD AFTER ACT 6?! WHAT GAME WERE THE REFS WATCHING!?!?!?!

Long story short, Karkat deserves at least somewhat better. Thank you.

Very well said! Everything about this is perfect! People excuse Dave's actions is because of the whole Bro Strider being abusive to him as he grew up. So they think it's okay for him to not move on past it or grow better as a person. Instead, he will just wallow himself in self pity and everyone must feel sorry for him. One could say it's projecting too. Ignoring the fact that Jade had to live ALONE when growing up on an island with an animal guardian. It may be normal for trolls since they have a society that relies on this, but it's not the same for Earth or humans. Not only that, but didn't Dave find out that it was BRO STRIDER who faced against Jack Noir and helped Davesprite ESCAPE? So wouldn't that put into more question about how he feels about his brother and wonder if there was more going on behind the scenes than what he saw? Like why would BRO let Davesprite, who just a Dave from a Doomed Timeline, protect him, knowing how he will be killed? Was his training helpful or did something else make him be this way? It still technically happened by Post Retcon too. So that event and fate is inevitable for Bro Strider. Closest interaction Dave had with Karkat pre-Act 6 is through the memo with John, but even then, he's just fucking around with Karkat. Taunting him to say that interspecies romance is a thing now between the Beta Kids and Trolls and Dave is ready to bang Terezi if Karkat doesn't step up to his game to admit his feelings for her. Maybe it was kind of shitty to use Terezi's feelings and their relationship to mess with someone else that he knows has feelings for her. But dude jumped the chance to use it against Karkat when he thinks humans dating alien trolls should not be a thing. We see Dave do showing kindness. From things like hiding all his dead Daves from Jade so she wouldn't get upset and him having a good time with people like Rose and John. It shows that he is capable of being a good person and probably would wish to be a better one. He wants to be BETTER than Bro. Be someone that treats others better. Maybe even towards his own kids if he decides to have one. But sadly, we live in an age where having a family is a bad thing now. Karkat really deserves better and Dave sucks as he is in these recent HS projects. I don't think James Roach or HICU will make him any better. And Davekat will be hard to make it go away with how the people who work on Homestuck and ones outside of it (like Requiem Cafe) will pander to it because they know it will get the most attention and money. Like carrot on a stick. Even the carrot is rotten, they will still take it.

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ladybugkisses · 9 months

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Is Rocky your favorite Lackadaisy character overall? Or is he just your top pick for the self ship?

Personally, I freaking love him. I think a lot of fans don't understand just how cute he is! Like, people think he's funny and wacky, and he is, but OMG he's so cute! A few people actually *dislike* him if you can believe that. It reminds me of that one side comic, "Jughands" I think it was, where someone asked "Is it weird that I'm attracted to Rocky?" And Zib answers by staring at the audience judgingly while Rocky is being an absolute goof. 😂 And I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, Zib, that's exactly what we like about him." lol (oh wow I can add images to asks?)

Yeah Rocky's my favorite, but for a while it was a toss up between him and Freckle. What really settled it though was that scene in the comic where Ivy is driving Rocky home after he gets injured. You can see he's not his usual goofy self and it made me feel so bad for him! I may have been on the fence before but I'm rooting for him now. I want Rocky to win in the end so badly! I can't wait to see what happens when the comic finally continues!

P.S. I love your art. All this cuddly stuff is super cute. It makes my heart melt!

P.P.S. (or is it P.S.S?) I think you got a like from Tracy's official account so congrats on that one! 🎉 Maybe one day I'll make something cool that my artist heroes will enjoy.

P.S.P.S.P.S. Sorry for talking your ear off, I guess I just needed to gush about Rocky for a minute and I figured you'd understand. Hope you're having a good day!

usually, my F/Os are also my favorite characters of whichever thing i'm selfinserting into, so yeah- characters like rocky (smiley weirdos with issues) always win me over lmao, i knew he'd be my fav before i even read the comic

i love a lot of the other characters though of course, and i kinda-sorta have wick, lacy and serafine as secondary F/Os don't tell rocky about that 1st one

ANYWAY, Rocky's a crazy lil jerk, and he's also adorable. he's got the range. to me at least

these panels from the ♣️ mornings ♣️ mini-comic live in my head rent free 😔

glad ya like my art btw, thank you so much!! ! 💕 don't worry about the gushing, it's always nice to see someone else enjoying the same character as you haha

#i love rocky and i love seeing other people loving him too hE DESERVES IT. APPRECIATE HIM HE TRIES SO HARD WAHHH #asks #shortformdrip-blog #also the jughands mini-comic. gawd. sometimes i think about zib looking directly at my sona and she's just so confused #like ''what. what are you looking at me for HELP HIM''

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cobiehaven · 1 year

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Painting with Our Hearts — Lee Juyeon

SYNPOSIS; you despised your best friend for asking you to mentor her in the field of dating when you yourself hated the idea of being tied down to a man. but soon enough, she got the hang of it without the usage of your advice. so much so that her relationship escalated with a ring of engagement! in only 6 months? you know you should focus on your studies and get ready for graduation in dreams of starting your new life, fresh and problem free, but you face something much more scary than freedom. the side effects of this forbidden relationship you have fallen into with a man who you know you shouldn’t love..

PAIRING; artist!juyeon x fem!reader

GENRE; drama, fluff, angst

WORD COUNT; 4.7k

TAGS/WARNINGS; collage au, art major au, strangers to lovers, lowkey obsessive!juyeon, reader hates basically everyone, cheating (im sorry ily juju), strong language, tension, mentions of starving for weight loss, a bit suggestive, mentions of engagement, mention of starting a family, legal drinking, lying and betrayal, arguing, broken friendship, lowkey didn’t know where i was going with the ending, procrastinated wayyy too long on this so probably ass 😀.

AUTHORS NOTE; i felt awkward writing this because never in a million years would i imagine juyeon cheating but then again it was for the sake of the fic so enjoy.

FLASHBACK

“don’t you think you’re going a little too overboard? at this rate, you’re going to gain some kind of disorder,” you sat with your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you watched your best friend, feng, continue to whine and complain about her body.

you swore you had never seen her whip her head around so fast. “what?! overboard? psh, as if,” she waved off but was awkwardly cut off when a loud rumble erupted from her stomach. you raised a brow, her expression lowering to a pout.

“okay, and what about it?” she stuck her chin out at you.

“you’re going to get sick.”

“so? it’s worth it.”

your eyes trailed from head to toe and pressed your lips together with tension. how could she possibly care more about her image over her health?

“what are you even doing this for? doesn’t your rich family already force you to keep a healthy diet?” you asked, lifting your head out of your hand and instead, leaning back in the comfort of your chair. “which makes it even easier to loose all of this fat!” it was silent for a moment as your friend took her sweet time to check herself out in the long body mirror she had behind her overly decorated door. “anyways,” you waited for her go on with her sentence. “you know that boy that sits in the back of your arts class?”

“oh my god.”

“no, listen!”

“i’m leaving.”

“please!” she pouted.

you still sent her the most uninterested look known to man. but with one hard eye roll and loud groan, you sunk down into your chair. “go on.”

“good!” her emotion changing within seconds. “i heard he likes girls on the smaller side. the ones with small waists and tiny faces! minjoo told me so last week! i’m setting goals for myself,” she shot her brightest smile and swayed around her room as she went on and on about the likes and dislikes she had heard from others about this boy. this boy that had been the talk of the school since he moved into the fine arts department. the exact one that had many other girls soothing over him when he didn’t even do as much as even look their direction. sure, he was good-looking but was that really all anyone needed to fall head over heels for someone?

“minjoo? as in the minjoo that supposedly dated and dumped juyeon after 2 days because he was too ‘quiet’?” you raised your brow again, this time tilting your head down in a ‘you’ve got to be joking’ kind of way. “yes! her!” feng smiles. “as if two days is enough time to learn all about someone’s likes, dislikes, turn-ons, turn-offs!” you sighed. “have you even talked to him before?”

feng shook her head which only had you rolling your eyes for probably the 5th time this morning.

“i was planning on asking you to help me approach him..?” she tangled her fingers together in front of herself, shrugging up her shoulders in a pleading manner. “i know it’s a stretch to think i have a chance with him but please!” she begged. “why me?” she knew how much you hated things like this. much less men. you’d never be able to understand them. “because you love me~!” she shot you the biggest smile as she took your hands into hers. you gave her a playful and shocked expression, “ain’t no way you just pulled that card on me.”

her glued on poker face seemed to prove you wrong.

pushing her away, you stood up and crossed your arms in front of her and with one deep sigh, “what do i get out of this?” you asked.

payment was expected for hard and excruciating work.

“i’ll do all of your house work including running hall errands for you during the school day for a month!”

“two months.”

“a month and one week?”

“listen, i’m getting involved with a man for you.”

“okay okay!! a month and a half.”

“cool, now go get me a soda.”

“what?! but i said during the school day!” she complained while you wandered over to the bed. falling down into it with a satisfied grunt. “and technically we have class in 30 minutes, so you better get the drink quick so we can walk there in less than a hurry,” you replied which had her shuffling her way to the door.

PRESENT TIME

you didn’t really know why you agreed to this. why you didn’t just gather up everything in you to just tell her no and get on with your life. it would have been easier for you. without feng around, it was awkward to see juyeon’s face around. neither of you went out of your way to say hi to each other but you could feel his eyes staring into the back of your head during classes.

without feng, you would have no business with juyeon at all.

so why was he the one to invite you to your departments celebration party for winning 1st in competition during winter break? saying that he needed to discuss something with you in private?

especially when he was already dating your best friend?

what exactly was he in need of telling you so badly?

sucking up a large sigh, you swung open the door to the korean bbq place everyone had agreed to meet at. you were a little surprised by the amount of people this place agreed to let in but it seemed to be the class presidents last resort since many in the class were still too young to go clubbing. luckily, not everyone showed up.

“y/n!” a familiar voice called, gesturing you over to the table.

you sat at the end, not wanting to be squished in between anybody who reeked of alcohol and grease. you insisted on getting a table for yourself but the staff wouldn’t let you as they were already finding a hard time serving your department as it was. maybe it would have been easier to just not come. while juyeon was the one to invite you, he didn’t seem to be anywhere around the tables that were already set.

“hey, where’s juyeon?” you asked the girl sitting next to you. “i think he said he was running a bit late.”

speaking of juyeon, your head whipped around when you heard your department cheering for his arrival. he looked winded and messy coming in through the door but he shot a happy smile when everyone was glad to see him. you rolled your eyes at how obnoxious everyone was being.

unfortunately, you had to give up your edge seat and slide further down the booth for him to sit down. it was the only space that was left.

yeah, you really shouldn’t have come.

claustrophobia was overcoming you as you could feel juyeons cold pressing against your side. “i’m glad you could come,” he turned towards you. “i’m glad you could come late,” even without looking his way, you could feel his expression falling into a frown.

it was silent amongst you two. you really didn’t have much to talk about with him considering you only knew each other through feng. only chiming in when the guys across from you both had interesting things to comment on. the reek of alcohol became stronger as you started to get more and more out of it with each sip.

it went on like that for a while before your attention was caught by the girl next to you suddenly banging her hands on the table. “soojin?” you called out her name over the booming music. “are you okay?” you asked half-slurred. before you knew it, she had turned towards you and spilled whatever she had eaten that night all into your lap. the guys around the table all backing away with disgust and shock. but you were paying no attention to them and only at the pool of vomit seeping through the thickness of your clothes. your eyes trailed up to the girls in front of you before she slurred some “im sorry”’s before slumping back against the booth.

“oh my god, i think im going to throw up,” one of the guys across from you slapped his hand over his mouth. to which the other guy had yelled out an abundant of curses for him not too.

you were still in shock. you could feel the warm liquid seeping far enough to touch your bare skin, that alone making you want to wake the girl up and sock her right in the nose for putting you in such a disgusting situation. if it wasn’t for your hazy mind, you probably would have. suddenly, you felt a pair of hands on your legs making you nearly jump out of your seat, but you just tensed when you realized it was juyeons, scraping the chunks off of your pants with a thick handful of napkins. it wasn’t long before he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the mens bathroom, not even having the mind to argue with his actions.

“im sorry, y/n.”

was he apologizing for touching you? or forcing you into the bathroom with him? or maybe inviting you to this overly crowded korean bbq?

“i have spare clothes in my car. do you think you’re okay enough to wait here while i go get them?” he asked, looking into your hooded eyes. “im not fucking five. i don’t need your help,” you shrugged his protective arm off of you and headed for the door. “wait!” juyeon grabbed your wrist, making you whip your head around. “you have shit all over you. please, let me help you.”

technically he did get you into this situation. even if he didn’t know something like this was going to happen.

“fine. just hurry,” you huffed. “its already embarrassing enough just standing here in front of you like this..” you mumbled as your arms coiled around your body.

just as so, juyeon didn’t take long. he came back to hand you a change of clothes, even adding a pair of socks to the pile. patiently waiting outside the family stall as you took your sweet time changing, you grumbled with each peel of damp clothing off of your body.

“juyeon?” you called.

“yeah?”

“can you hand me a wet paper towel?”

within seconds, you shuffled over to take the wet cloth out of juyeon’s hands from under the stall door. “thanks.” it took you a while to wipe yourself down, trying not to stumble over every time your mind started to give in to the heavy alcoholic haze overcoming you but soon enough, you flushed the paper down the toilet and shrugged on the loose fitting clothes into your body.

“please, let me take your clothes home and wash them for you,” he insisted the moment you unlocked the stall door. his eyes locking on his oversized clothes quite literally engulfing your figure. it took you a moment to register his staring, much less his words. but once you did, you just scoffed and crossed your arms over yourself. “stop staring you perv,” you fixed a hardened gaze on him. “forget it, just, thank you for the clothes.”

“wait!” he stopped you after you had pushed past him.

“ugh, what now?”

“how are you getting home?”

“why do you care?” you asked with a raise of your brow. “because if you plan on driving home, you’re way too drunk to be driving,” he exclaimed. “its fine, ill just take a taxi or something,” you said before rushing out of the bathroom, this time not giving him the time to stop you. “oh? y/n? why did you just come out of the boys- hey!” you pushed past your classmate rudely just to get out of there. you could care less about the many voices calling for you, not wanting you to leave so soon. you were done with ‘parties’.

you just wanted the embarrassment to stop.

the next few days seemed to go by normally. along with the next month or two. nothing out of the ordinary seemed to happen and primarily just went back to your daily school work and boring life. feng and juyeon were together per usual and you stayed silent for a lot of their interactions. the only times you seemed to see juyeon without feng around was whenever he happened to pass by you in the halls or in class but other than that, it became a common occurrence that juyeon joined in on you and feng’s time together. it annoyed you a lot, especially when feng never gave you the option to leave when she wasn’t even paying attention to you in the first place.

actually, the annoying part wasn’t the two of them together, necessarily, it was more so juyeon that wanted to get your attention outside of that time that started to get you annoyed of the times when he was with you and feng. for example, the multiple times he begged you during class to lend your notes to him, or the times he asked you to do the bare minimum like open his milk carton for him during lunch, or even the time he made you walk 5 blocks down the street during a heatwave just to return his clothes to him while he was working.

as much as you hated him for wasting your time, the more you started to have less of a reason to want to hate him with the efforts he made in occupying your time.

but of course, at the end of the day, he still belonged to your best friend.

you found it easier to block them out with the help of your headphones and laptop. your music and videos was much more worth it than some guy and his obsessive girlfriend.

oh, you mean, your best friend.

you sat quietly as you were trying your best to block out the distracting noise coming from the two of them, focusing more on your homework that was giving you more of a headache than their love language. you brushed it off for as long as you could before you sighed and stood up, the scrapping of your seat against the floor made feng crank her neck towards you.

“where are you going?” she asked. “home, i can’t focus here and my head is killing me,” you replied, packing up your stuff as the enormous pile of books weighed you down everyday.

you failed to notice juyeon’s visible concern.

“oh okay,” she shrugged.

“feel better.”

you and juyeon shared eye contact with each other for a few seconds before heading off. you didn’t know why but something about that sounded like it had much more of a deeper meaning than just a get well wish.

when you got home, you were relieved with how still your house was. it started to subside your headache. but your relaxation was cut short when you felt a buzz in your pocket.

juyeon:

that’s quite the amount of stress you have packing on

you:

what?

juyeon:

the books

you’ve been working non-stop on papers for the past three days, you really deserve a break

you:

i’ll be fine, it’s nothing to worry about

you stared at the messages for a few seconds before realizing he probably wasn’t going to say anything else. putting your phone to your side, you sat up on your bed with a deep sigh. “i’ll probably just take some pain killers and work some more..” you mumbled to yourself, rubbing your palms over your tired eyes.

another buzz caught your attention.

juyeon:

meet me in 10 in the loft.

the period scared you.

15 MINUTES LATER

you arrived in the loft as told, figuring that there would be no reason to ignore it when you knew he’d probably just come to your house if you didn’t answer.

he was really confusing sometimes.

“juyeon?” you called.

the lights were still off. had you gotten there too early? surely not, a walk from your house to the studio was 15 minutes, not 10.

“juyeon, this isn’t funny. let’s just make this quick.” you called again, this time stating your conditions. you were about to get fed up with waiting before you suddenly felt something cold splash onto your back, making you yelp and jump forward, whipping your head around in the plain darkness. you could see a dark silhouette and quickly made it out to be juyeon’s slender figure. “what the fuck?!” you cursed before the lights were flashed on. your eyes having to take a moment to adjust to the sudden change.

he was laughing. crying, even. looking at yourself, you realized he had thrown white paint on you seeing as he still had the bucket in his hands.

you were not going to let him get away with this.

“you little shit,” you cursed again before taking all of your anger and grabbing the first bucket you saw and prying open the top, chasing juyeon around the room and successfully whisking the liquid onto him. you both when back and forth, the challenge becoming so much that you soon started to forget about your troubles, about your work, about feng and even the ones deep down that you didn’t want to admit.

this was the most fun you’ve had in a long, long, time.

“please! have mercy!” juyeon cried with added laughter as you continued to pour, purple, paint onto him. “you’ve brought this upon yourself,” you laughed before he tried pushing you away from him, somehow fully knocking you over in the process and bringing himself down along with you.

he shielded your fall with his hands behind your back and head but once he came to realization as to what position you were in, his eyes widened and his whole body tensed up. yours did the same.

it was silent. the short few moments of you both having fun was turned into long and breathtaking moments. not to mention how close he was to you, what it felt like to have his fingers tangled in your hair, what it felt like to hear both of your hearts beating the same cadence in this silent room. you watched as his eyes trailed from yours, down to your lips, and then back up. the look he was giving you was almost inviting but also scared.

you really didn’t know how to describe this feeling.

in a panic, you broke the moment to trail your hands up the tiny space between you both to quickly smear what paint you had left on your hands. the colors mixing into his caramel tone and making him not any less beautiful than he already was.

maybe you were starting to see what girls saw in this man.

“hey..!” he whined, smacking your hands off of him. he squinted his eyes at you challengingly, but just gave you a sly smirk instead.

it was hard to believe this was the same timid guy from a few days ago.

helping you to your feet, he ran his fingers through his dry but, at the same time, wet, hair. “how do you feel?” he asked.

“definitely better, no more headache.”

“that’s good. that was the goal,” he smiled and fixed himself up. just as you were about to straighten your clothes, you paused and looked up at him. “wait, you brought me here just for that?” you asked.

“don’t get mad. i was just trying to-“

“i’m not mad. it’s just.. i thought you wanted to talk.”

“about what?”

you rolled your eyes at his stupidity.

“about whatever it was you wanted to tell me a couple months back? you never ended up telling me.”

it took him a second to try and think back on it, but eventually he did.

“yeah because you left before i could!” he protested. you giving him yet another eye roll. “well i’m here now so what was it?”

he hesitated. you could tell by the way he was looking around at anything but you that the same timidness from before was back.

“juyeon?” you called out to him, awaiting his answer.

“feng proposed to me.”

the silence was long. extremely long. nothing could express the amount of shock and unknown pain that you were overcome with. you swore you felt your heart sink down into the pit of your stomach.

“what..?” you refused to believe it.

“she proposed to me. a week ago. after 5 months of dating and she’s waiting for my answer on our 6th month anniversary.”

“which is when?”

“…today.”

you wanted nothing more than for the world to open up from underneath you and swallow you whole. what was feng thinking? what were you thinking? how could you get flustered over some boy who you barely know? especially one who was about to get engaged to your best friend. one that you helped your best friend get together with!

“well, what are you going to say?” you asked, you could feel your blood starting to boil with anger. but not knowing where exactly it was coming from. but you tried your best to sound calm and collected as your biggest fear was probably him finding out that you were lowkey crushing on him, this way.

“i don’t know yet,” juyeon murmured. “i was going to ask you.”

“why do you need to ask me for advice on your own personal problems?”

“because.”

“because?”

“because!”

“i’m not following.”

you could tell he was starting to get riled up. “because i’m not sure if i actually like her!” he screamed. to your own shock, you could tell he was holding in those exact words for a long while.

“so.. you played her?” you weren’t sure wether to feel relieved or pissed off about that. “or i guess.. playing her?” you switched to present tense.

“i don’t know..” he ran his hands down his face in frustration. “i just.. im not sure if i’m ready for marriage? but knowing her, if i reject her, she’ll think i don’t love her anymore and i don’t want to have that sort of confusion within our relationship all of the time. she already thinks i talk to you too much,” he sighed.

feng thinks he talks to you too much? since when has she ever been around to see the both of you have a consistent conversation other than about school work?

whatever, you didn’t want to worry about that right now. you had a boy stressed out of his mind right in front of you. “juyeon, it sounds more to me that you’re just in a toxic relationship.”

it was silent for a moment as all he did was just stare at the ground but as much as he didn’t want to agree with you, he knew you were right. “what should i do?” he asked. but he already knew what your answer was going to be… and you didn’t want to give him that kind of heartbreak. “do what you feel is right,” you said softly. you hesitated but after a while, you snaked your arm around his back and rubbed light circles onto his shoulder blades. he lowered himself to your height and buried his face into your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you into a deep hug. he didn’t cry, but you could tell he was confused and hurt. this had been bothering him for quite some time.

cutting the relaxing hug short, you were met with his eyes as your own filtered with confusion. “are you feeling better now?” you asked. “no,” he replied. as you were about to open your mouth to respond, he quickly furthered your confusion as he captured your lips into a soft kiss. your eyes growing wide in utter shock as you didn’t know what to do with your hands. much less your anything else. this was the first time you had ever kissed someone. or.. be kissed by someone. nonetheless, with your little knowledge from the various kdramas you had watched in your time, you closed your eyes and tried to act like you knew what you were doing. luckily, juyeon sensed your embarrassment and swiftly led your arms around his neck as he did all of the work for you. leading the kiss into soft multiple ones that had you getting the flow down instantly. after about a minute or so, you broke away, or maybe he did. you couldn’t tell with how hazed your mind was right now.

“are you.. feeling better now?” you asked for the second time.

you didn’t get an answer.

“did you have a talk with feng?” you asked juyeon as the two of you walked into class together, having conveniently run into each other in the hallway. “i don’t want to talk about it,” he sighed out, though it sounded more of like a groan. luckily for you, you sat right in front of juyeon so you didn’t have to cut the conversation short.

“you should just be honest with her, it’s the better option.”

he agreed yet he still looked so troubled.

“don’t tell me you were planning to do it through text-“

“do you really think that lowly of me?”

well… considering he got himself into this whole mess…

“please don’t just bare through it when you know it won’t work out. that’s possibly the worst thing you could do,” you sighed, reaching your hand out to place on top of his in a comforting way. but he snatched his hand away with such force that it had you even more confused than before.

did he not want to be around you? if so, then why did he kiss you?

“am i just that bad at kissing?” you said half-heartedly but you were immediately shut down by juyeon who hushed you. “don’t say it so loud!” he whisper-yelled at you. you understood that he didn’t want anyone to know that he technically cheated on his girlfriend—which you still weren’t sure if you were happy or upset about—but he didn’t have to reject your comfort when you tried to give it to him for his sake. “then what is it?” he rubbed at his temples, “y/n, i think she already knows.”

juyeon sighed and stared down at his fingers that sat in his lap. when he felt like he could muster up the courage to tell you more, he glanced around one time just to make sure no one was within close enough range. “today, before school, she told me that as soon as we got married with our parents approval.. she wanted to move abroad and start a family. she kept going on about how much of a future she wanted with me and i wasn’t sure how to respond to it all. i got so stressed out that i ended up snapping at her and walking away.” he shifted awkwardly in his seat as if he was waiting for the moment his girlfriend would walk in through that door despite not sharing a single class together. “she didn’t chance after me like she usually does when we have arguments,” he said.

for as long as you knew feng, she had always been an overbearing person. she was a very ‘up in your face’ kind of girl and that’s what made people either really like her or really hate her.

hearing about how she bombarded juyeon with such a wide topic, you could only imagine how he must of felt.

luckily, she knew her place when it came to conversations with you. it was a blessing.

“that’s good, though!” you exclaimed. “it would make it easier for you to break it off.”

“i just cant stop thinking about what she’d say if she found out i kissed her best friend on the day of our 6 months,” he sighed and cupped his hands over his face, leaning forward onto the desk.

your attention was caught when you felt a buzz in your back pocket. pulling out your phone, you were greet by a message from your best friend. except.. maybe said best friend, didn’t want to be best friends anymore.

“oh no..” you trailed off.

“what?” juyeon asked, peeking at you from between his fingers.

you hesitated for a long minute but eventually flipped your phone around enough for him to view the screen.

feng:

[sent attached photo]

once a cheater, always a cheater.

fuck you both.

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harrypotterfesthub · 7 months

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The Dark Festivus Gift Exchange is open for sign-ups! This is a Harry Potter gift exchange for all things angsty and dark. Give us all your Death Eater goodness, and get something delicious in return.

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The love is real! Part 2

Stephen strange x reader

Part 1

Part 3

Y/n finds it absolutely ridiculous, "what... I... No I'm not" yet stammered answering him.

Stephen narrowed his eyes, "are you sure?"

Y/n feels irritated, "stop it I don't accept you as my husband okay?"

Stephen keeps his eyes narrowed "well I'm starting to think you like me"

Y/n laughs at this, but also knows in her heart he's not wrong in his assumption, not entirely "oh gosh, nice joke" then becomes annoyed and says "I'm going inside you seem to be out of your fucking mind" saying this she turns away and walks to her room.

Stephen sighs thinking there's literally no way she's willing to work on this marriage. He looks at the door for sometime, should he enter? Will it be a good idea? Maybe not. He thought and walked away to train. As y/n heard from inside his footsteps going downstairs she opened the door a little and when he went out of sight she came out. She'd be lying if she says she isn't willing to see them training. It's interesting. But Stephen would be there, he'd come talk to her and she wasn't okay with it. It's not like she doesn't like him, the truth was something else. She likes him exactly the way he does but does he? Or it's just a marriage for the sake of the universe. He's alot older than her and master of mystic arts. All she ever wanted is a marriage of love, she wouldn't let her heart break for anyone so she thought she'd find herself someone else. so after this mission she can get away with it. Also would be easier to not to get attached to Stephen if she has someone else. She walked towards the students where they were training. Stephen saw her coming out, he was relieved that she's trying to get involved atleast in training. But wait. He noticed she was just talking there with the students and after they talked she looked at him for a second and went inside. Stephen was confused so he also walked after her. She was at the staircase when Stephen called "wait y/n" . Y/n turned to him and Stephen smiled until he saw a piece of paper in her hands.

"Hey I thought you were there to train, but... What's this?"

"Oh this? Ah, phone number of Kevin, there your student".

"I see, I know Kevin, so why did he gave you his number?"

"Well, because he said I'm pretty, he too looks nice actually".

"So, what do you want to do with?" He asked as politely as possible "I'm rather curious, do you want me to set you up with him ? Since you refuse to accept this marriage".

Y/n was smirking all this time, but this, as if he too is giving up on making her willing to work on their marriage, this was disappointing, she stopped smirking, but she gained her confidence and said, "why? Any problem other men giving me number? Ofcourse it's a forced marriage can you deny?"

"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, and... You may not be fond of me.."

He didn't have to complete his sentence. It was enough to hurt her to think that he assums she doesn't like him, but she does, it's just... Just...

Stephen continued, "but give us a chance, if this marriage thing is happening let us try and get to know eachother "

Marriage thing? She thought, this time she was almost sure this is just for the mission, almost sure. Still she managed to answer him, atleast the wrong conception he has, must be corrected,

"It's not like that... I... Don't like you, I can say, I..." She didn't know what to say, if she says she likes him what will he reply, "I don't dislike you" that's that came out.

"Let's start with that" said Stephen "let me fix things then ?"

To be continued....

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🗗 THE REVENGE PACT | 11. you're so funny yn

w. one mention of animal abuse ( 2.2k ) there are 3 screenshots at the end !!

“your favourite flowers are lilies, caramel latte as preferred coffee order and uh— what’s your favourite movie again?” heeseung asks, waiting for you to get inside the car before buckling the seat belt.

“heeseung,” an exhausted sigh escapes your lips. “you’re overreacting.”

“just tell me. i won’t forget again.”

“anything that's a thriller,” and then you hear him repeat everything all over again, from your favourite flower to coffee order etcetera etcetera. another sigh rolls off your tongue as you shoot him a pitiful yet reassuring gaze. “taehyun isn’t as bad as you think.”

heeseung pauses for a brief second before starting his car. “you said he’ll feed me to bats.”

“i, uh— i may have been joking?” honestly, you didn't expect him to take your words seriously. “he has a temper but wouldn’t feed you to bats, i think.”

“you think?” there's a latent shift in the air, one that compels you to avoid his eyes deliberately. “better safe than sorry.” and with that, he drives off towards the location.

you thought today would be a good day. the weather is nice, you're meeting your friends, and most importantly, going out with heeseung. you don't know why the last past mattered so much, but a part of you had always found him 'cool' enough for you to seek a friend in him.

however, much to your disappointment, your day has been anything but good. you woke up late, spilled tea on the dress you planned to wear and ended up discarding it in the laundry bucket; and heeseung, he's panicking, internally.

he wears a relaxed expression but his eyes tell you otherwise. you saw him fiddling with the car keys earlier while waiting for you to come downstairs, something you've never seen before. then the repeated questions about your interests and dislikes constituted the base of all the conversations you have had with him since the morning.

as funny as it sounds— because who would've expected lee heesung to be like this— you find it a little tiresome knowing that there's someone in the world who believes people actually feed humans to bats.

the rest of the car ride is silent with occasional queries about taehyun, his major, and other stuff. you and heeseung decided to not make up a lie about first meetings and other related things. 'it makes everything sound less credible' — he reasoned, and you know he's right. 'lying is all about credibility. give as many details as you can, in fewer words. you should be able to convince the other party without giving them a loophole to question you upon.' — he continued, and you find it extremely eccentric how he possesses such a logical knowledge about lying, but you didn't dare question.

after a brief discussion, you both decided to tell the truth if they asked how you both met, which they wouldn't if they're smart enough. heeseung advised you to avoid any questions about falling in love and all, excusing it as private topics.

'if it comes to a point where the questions are unavoidable, give a vague response and counter it with another question, preferably something that both you and your friends usually talk about.' — heeseung explained, and you felt like you were taking a lesson to learn the exquisite art of lying.

heeseung didn't get out of his car until ten minutes later after arriving at the destined cafeteria. a soft chuckle escapes your mouth as you remember another set of his words from the conversation last night. 'leave it up to me,' — that's what he said, and now he's knee deep in the ocean of worries and nervousness.

you somehow manage to drag him inside before he delayed even more, greeting your friends as soon as your eyes settled on the table they were sitting at. though, unknown to you, a frown settled on heeseung's face as you leave him behind before running off to your friends.

the next fifteen minutes were dripping with awkwardness. heeseung has seemed to relax after taking the seats and getting over with the introduction. you notice a sour look on niki's facenand before you could've asked, seungkwan's words interject though.

“so, since when have you been dating yn?” seungkwan asks, taking a sip from his drink.

“since the day she told you?” it's a nonchalant reply, or rather, more of an assumption. “which was almost a week ago, i suppose.”

a pause. you let the silence take over as you consider the look on taehyun's face. it is not convincing, yet he doesn't look repulsed either. jungwon seems to have taken up heeseung's answer as the truth but taehyun doesn't look like he bought that. after all, what heeseung said was just a small assumption about the two events.

“what’s with the silence? i thought you all wanted to meet him?” you laugh, directing the words of mockery towards them. perhaps, this way they would give up on questioning further, if they have the plans to.

“what do you expect us to do, prepare a questionnaire?” jungwon sneers before shifting his gaze to your supposed boyfriend. “by the way, do you work?” and somewhere inside, you are glad he asked that because you have always been curious about heeseung's work life.

“yes and no?” your brows furrowed in confusion. “i do have a job but i don’t have to work everyday.” that sounds exactly like the work you would apply for.

another string of silence follows, though it's disturbed almost immediately as niki steals the last piece of short cake on the table, causing a ruckus between him and jungwon.

you'd be lying if you claimed to not miss this. you got so caught up with moving out and part time jobs that you forgot what it felt like hanging out with your friends. riki sends you pictures everytime they go out, seungkwan's posts are captioned about how they miss you, in contrast to which, jungwon replies how your absence is actually a good radiance for him.

you can't help but smile at the boys, a smile that doesn't go unnoticed by heeseung, as seungkwan pretends as if he's no longer related to jungwon and riki. amidst all, you fail to notice the silence that engulfed taehyun in its blanket.

“do you love yn?” and the silence settles once again as taehyun directs hisnwords towards heeseung. “love, like— whatever it is— do you?”

“hyun, don’t you think this is—”

“a bit private? yeah. but i don’t want this to turn out like your previous relationship.” he cuts you off immediately. there's a hint of annoyance evident in his voice and you're sure heeseung knows that too. “so tell me, do you love yn?”

a long drawn pause follows. you tell heeseung that he doesn't have to answer because, in the end, you don't expect any answer from him.

it's a fake relationship. there's no love, he doesn't even like you, maybe, and perhaps, when this ends, you'd be strangers once again. strangers who only seek each other when it's about rent. so, after all, taehyun's question was invalid, and you would love to save heeseung from the trouble but he decided to take the matter in his own hands.

“i don’t know about love but, yes, i do like her." you scoff internally, surprised at how confidently he lies, as if it's the truth. “i like yn enough to fall in love with her, if that’s what you’re asking. i’m not sure if this is the answer you were expecting. yn never told me about her previous relationship but, i can assure i would never hurt yn.”

you feel his hand slide into yours from under the table as if taehyun is able to see that too. you're not repulsed, of course, anything to present a credible lie. however, you know this is fake, and you don't understand why your heartbeat accelerated as those words left heeseung's mouth.

“if i do, you can feed me to the bats.” heeseung mumbles and you swear you saw the look of confusion and disgust on jungwon's face.

taehyun chuckles. “where does that come from?”

“uh, someone told me you feed people to bats—”

“he does.” niki intervenes. “and i feed them to my chickens.”

“guys, can we not abuse animals?” you thought it was better to stop them before the two teamed up against you for spreading eeod rumoirs. “anyway, hyun, i appreciate your concern, but heeseung has been the only one by my side when i moved out.”

“of course, i had you all, but i could only depend so much on my friends, right? my mom stopped caring, i couldn’t ask you to help me navigate through the new streets or settle down, because you were all busy with studies. that time, heeseung was the only one who helped me.” there's an unreadable expression on heeseung's face. without giving it much thought, you simply continued with your words.

“yeah, he was a bit annoying when it came to rent, but that’s just every other landlord, isn’t it? i know, i complained a lot about it, called him names, but he was the only one who helped me; he helped me more than my own boyfriend.” heeseung doesn't know what he hates more; the fact that this is all fake, or the way you know this is fake and yet chose to tell the truth.

because out of everything you said, not a single word is a lie. heeseung recalls the day he was at your door to tell you to turn down the noise from whatever you've been doing, only to find you unpacking your boxes and moving the stuff around, all with a bunch of assignments lying stray on the tiled floors as you took your turns with studying and settling. that was the first time heeseung helped you.

and he swore it would be the last as well until you got lost on your way back from the supermarket and called heeseung as it got even darker. that day, you treated him ice cream as he explained you the way around the confusing streets through the map on his phone.

he thought it was useless, for you wouldn't owe him a thing. you don't even pay your rent in time, let alone owing him one for all the favours. all because he didn't know you remember them and place him above everyone else in your life, despite claiming to hate him with all you've got.

“just, trust him, okay? you may have your doubts, i have too, especially after what happened with junhwan. i’m scared to fall in love, but i trust heeseung with myself; and i think you all should too.” once again, it's the truth and you hope heeseung knows that. above all your differences, you want him to know that you do trust him, and you'd like it if he'd trust you a bit as well. “that’s all i’m asking for.”

“that sounded like your wedding vows. are you sure you aren’t in love?” jungwon gags after the deafening silence that followed after your little request.

“shut up.” you deadpan.

“i will run you over if you make her sad,” that's riki, and you don't know why he's being so cold, because the riki you know would never leave the opportunity to befriend your boyfriend and narrate all your embarrassing moments to him. at least, that's what he did with junhwan.

“suit yourself.” heeseung shrugs, a faint smile dancing on his face. “but, i’m sure you wouldn’t need to.” you don't know why your heart fluttered at those words.

the next hour went by in useless tasks. studies, families, you learnt that heeseung has an older brother, which is a surprise because he often acts like a spoiled kid. your friends spent a good twenty minutes talking shit about both your and heeseung's mom, and you're glad there's one thing you all agree with.

'i think both of your moms would love each other.' — seungkwan joked.

'but wouldn't that make yn and heeseung siblings?' — and jungwon took it in a whole another direction.

it's nice, you had never seen heeseung smile so much, and you realise that behind his now good-for-something handsome face was an adorable smile, even though you're shy to admit it publicly that his smile is cute.

“hee," you call, and god, a part of heeseung ascends as he hears the nickname you had for him. he doesn't think it's the first time someone has called him that, but for some reason, it always sounds more saccharine when you say it. "can we stop by the stationary on the way?"

heeseung nods, not bothering enough to voice his reply, for his eyes were fixed on the youngest one amongst the group. “is it just me or does niki look mad?”

“he’s always like that.” actually, he isn't, and you don't know why but you don't feel like explaining it to heeseung— not like you know the reason behind his peculiar behaviour. “oh and kwan, send me literature notes from yesterday.”

“see, you should start attending classes instead of getting raile—” seungkwan went home with a broken nose that day.

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PRECIS. lee heeseung is the handsome yet good for nothing mysterious boy living a floor below you, who dropped out of college and is living quite a lavish life. when you get fired from your job, ending up struggling to make your ends meet and failing to pay the rent, heeseung offers you rather an eccentric proposal : pay the rent or be his girlfriend.

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ryzies-ralley · 8 months

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YOU HAVE AUS?!?! THAT'S SO COOL!!!! WHAT ARE THEY!!!!!

IM SO GLAD SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED HOLY SHIT YES

I have one for about every Fandom i join, so it'd be hard to talk about all of them. but here's like 2/14(?)of my most worked on AUs (That don't have an Ask blog).

(AU's Undercut this got super long im so sorry-)

UNDERTALE: 2 PLAYER MODE

The 2 Player AU is one of my OLDEST AU's I've had, dating back to at least 2017? note, Its changed a lot over time and still might so.

The Concept is Essentially After Frisk plays threw a version of Undertale that is at their own fingertips & eventually, gets bored. Deciding to change course of the timeline & create a new starting point they share power over the Timeline with Flowey (this doesn't mean they share a soul, more so Determination & Stats), Which Sparing the lore dump eventually creates a new starting point/Save file & a new timeline with code to decompile.

this has probably been done to death but pbbtbgfncn I like writing depth to Flowey & giving Frisk their own personality

It features a lot more than just that including many personal head cannons, Theories & Continuing Arc interpretations. It's probably my second favorite AU I have (First is a We Bare Bears AU), despite being very simple with its arcs.

Hence why as much as I want to make this now, it'll have to wait so I can grow more as a creator & make it as best as it can be.

It may however be getting a short comic eventually that is the context behind this ^ drawing. Anyway ask me more about this AU though pleas-

MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS FRANTIC

th-this was an au.. that started out with such a simple concept.

then it got so fucking Long & Complex with its lore- to the point i accidentally rewrote the entire show. I don't even dislike the show the only major story flaw I hated was the Grogar Twi-

Basically the Concept of this AU is about 2 things now; Everyone is based off Different Fan Works/Fandom Ideas within the MLP Fandom & it acts as a In between from the show - The last Problem (Also sometimes i joke that this au is just MLP but 13+)

Examples:

Flutter shy has a Shed for y'know. venting aggressions

Pinkie Has The Same Backstory as in Friendship is Witchcraft

That's all I'm going to say about this au, it's never getting an ask blog/Public lore dumps ever aside from this cause I don't want to deal with All the lore I made for this. I might post art i do for it though.

Twilight's Based Off the common fanon Idea of her not coming to terms with her immortality & Alicorn hood

Starlight Glimmer wasn't fucking reformed in one epis-

I was going to talk about a third Clone High AU but I talk too much so-

#pineart🍍#frisk undertale #flowey the flower #river person #undertale #Undertale AU #undertale fanart #mlp fim #Twilight Sparkle #rarity #fluttershy #applejack #rainbow dash #pinkie Pie #spike #sunset shimmer #starlight glimmer

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songofthesibyl · 9 months

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“Even for an immortal, there was not enough time in life to waste it on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world.”

—Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

So, no one cares what I think, my blog has no reach, but I just wanted to talk about social media, and fandoms, and the A Court of Thorns and Roses series.

I read the series last year, because I wanted to read a contemporary fantasy novel that dealt with faerie lore, and this series had 4 1/2 stars on amazon and was continually in print for a number of years, so I was intrigued and decided to give it a try. I don’t have tiktok and don’t follow book accounts on social media.

I loved the faerie lore in the first book, but made the mistake of looking up fan art, and the direction of the series was spoiled for me. While I enjoyed the series, and read the original trilogy fairly quickly, there were parts that bothered me, or that didn’t make sense—largely because of the majority fan interpretation that didn’t match how I experienced the series. I definitely got Twilight, Buffy, and Vampire Diaries vibes. For me, it was clearly in the dark fantasy genre, and the insertion of real world values didn’t quite make sense to me the way it was done.

So, it was nice to find comments in reviews that felt the same. On here, and elsewhere. I was very isolated at the time, and this was a way to find a community. I was part of a fandom for the first time, writing fanfic for the first time.

But this other side—I don’t mean pro- or anti-, I mean that really nasty, bullying, bizarre side of the fandom—became more and more prominent. I just never usually inserted myself in it.

This is social media. This is internet comments. This is human nature to bully and pick on others while sitting on the toilet at work. It’s nothing new.

But it bothers me. It’s always bothered me that people take time out of their days to be like this. And I get why the majority of it is done—boredom, fun, a distraction. But it still bothers me.

And because this series tackles such serious subjects as sexual assault, trauma, mental health, abuse—those throwaway, bullying, trolling comments take on a very disturbing tone.

If you disagree there are the usual epithets; using the need to seek therapy as an insult, attacking someone’s looks, family—even if no pictures or info are known. Telling people to kill themselves.

But because of the insertion of an abuse/DV “very special episode” aspect to the story, the comments become specifically about abuse—so if you feel a certain way about a fictional character, you are an “abuse apologist,” or want to be abused.

The other day, someone I know was arguing in a post on Instagram by a couple’s book account, with thousands of followers. The post was about Tamlin, the linchpin of the bizarre nature of this fandom. She disagreed with the post, liked the character more than they did. She argued using points from the book, but they fundamentally disagreed—fine. This person can handle themselves. But the other person said something in their discussion that I’ve seen before, that bothers me:

“I hope you find your Tamlin in the world.”

The person who said this dislikes the character. It was meant as a passive-aggressive, dismissive comment. You think he’s so great, I hope you find a person that is horrible and abusive in real life.

And it bothered me, and I knew it wasn’t worth it, but I just didn’t want to let it go this time. This person was an adult, not an adolescent. So I said it bothered me, that I had seen that comment before and I didn’t like its implications. I waited for a response—and saw that I was blocked. I made no accusations, said nothing personal about them—just that, just because one disagrees about a fictional character in a fantasy world doesn’t mean they want an unstable, abusive partner in real life. That comments like that bothered me. (Probably more than the person I was defending.) But it bothered me. And I got blocked, for the first time.

And that bothered me even more. Did they think they were being attacked? I don’t know. But the comment is probably still there, and unchallenged, and they’ll say it again, as so many others have. And that’s the way fandoms are. But it bothers me. It bothers me that, after dipping my toes into a fandom for the first time, into being social, this is what it all leads to. And it’s not even exceptional. This is how it always is.

And, despite some frustrations, I enjoyed the books, or I wouldn’t have kept reading them. And it made me want to reach out, and be social, when I hadn’t for a long time. But this part will always make me extremely anxious, and it’s exhausting, and it’s disheartening when this is what it all leads to. That books that speak about not spreading hate can lead to such nasty, disturbing, bullying behavior. It’s not fun. And I don’t really want to be a part of it anymore.

#tamlin #acotar #fandom discourse

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miralyk · 8 months

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Sorry about the ranting. And sorry that this isn't really a question either, I know it's called an ask box. I've never done this before...

Honestly the racism and bs you've had to deal with sucks. And I am so damn pissed about it since your art and all of your creative vibes are sooo freaking good. Like Tron is so niche yes absolutely and it makes me so mad that because of some stupid people that it is going to get just that much more niche without you, if you do decide to leave.

I've been holding my tongue since not everyone wants to hear comments on their rants and struggles. Hell I know lots of the time I dislike it when I want to rant and rave then someone comes in with a comment. So if you feel that way too please just delete this and ignore me. But I really wanted to let you know and I honestly couldn't hold myself back any longer.

You're art and all of the things you've created are so amazing and wonderful. Im so sorry that you feel like you haven't accomplished much and that you are discouraged from creating more. Art made with the intention of expressing your love for something is true art and I wouldn't call you a fool for that.

I can't change your mind or your heart but I want you to know. That I think you are super, like super heckin cool and powerful for what you have done, for what you've had to put up with and experience, and for what you will accomplish even if it isn't on here.

I know it doesn't mean much coming from a faceless stranger online but I care about you and I care about your art. Trust me there would be a loss if you left. But if deleting your social media is what is best for you and your health then do what you need to do. Please for your health and well-being do whatever you need to. Your adoring fans can and will wait for you even if you decide to never come back.

From a fellow genderqueer southeast Asian who has been inspired by you from the first time I saw your art. Thank you for all that you've done.

End of Line.

aaaaa i apologize for the time it took for me to get around to answering this, this has... a lot i'm processing (don't worry, in a good way!!), it means a lot especially with everything going on, and i just want to do my best, be my best, and continuously improve

yes, it's always discouraging being exploited disrespectfully (especially with the whole orientalist "you're not an 'easy' person to use however i'd like?? shut up and do what i demand" treatment) and get backlash when making one's voice known, but on the other side of the coin, it's comforting even on a personal level that not just what i draw, but who i am and what i talk about as a person, are respected and there's people who empathize and have solidarity too,, these mean a lot to me, and i'm happy to hear what you're saying!

always aspiring to be better and contribute to happy/good things and this is kind to read, thank you, end of line ♡

#ask #long post

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i-live-in-your-vents · 3 months

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May I request Texas art and maybe hc’s? 👁️👁️

*not forcing <3*

Why of course my good sir!

Here he is! Here’s the guy! I didn’t really feel like doing full body so I didn’t lol. And I tooootally didn’t look up how to draw a cowboy hat because I had no idea how to… nooo, never… (I’ve never drawn him before, so his appearance may change a bit in the future)

Onto the hc’s, I do have a few for our cowboy here!

— He definitely has a blanket that’s also his state flag (I’m not sure if this is cannon, but I’ve seen it in so many fics it might as well be lol)

— He has a gun collection, as well as a few other states, and they like showing off their gun collections to each other.

— His rivalry with Oklahoma is more of a petty rivalry that turned into just a habit than an actual hate/dislike (not to say they don’t dislike each other, it’s just nowhere near what his and Cal’s rivalry is)

— He likes birds. I have no idea where this came from, but it’s not leaving. My man likes his birds

— He’ll say his favorite color is something “manly” like red or something, but it’s not. He likes sky-blue, lavender, and pink (he’d drown himself in toilet water before ever admitting it though)

— He has asthma. I came up with this as I was thinking about my hc’s for him literally like 3 minutes ago. My brain was just like “this guy cannot breathe well” and you know what? Sure. He cannot breathe well. (There has definitely been a time when he was in a heated argument with someone at the table but then just doubled over and started wheezing/gasping for air (asthma attack) and was like “Hold on— *Wheeze* gimme a second. *Wheeze* Someone plea— *Wheeze* —se get me my— *Wheezing continues* damn inhaler!!”)

— So it’s cannon that Texas is a system, but I’m pretty sure we’ve only seen him and Austin. My Texas’s system is comprised of Texas, Austin, Huston, San Antonio, and maybe Dallas (haven’t decided yet)

— Shatter glass near him (especially by dropping it) and he will have a panic attack. I mean like, full on sobbing “Nononono please I’m sorry whatever I did I’m sorry please don’t” as he backs up as much as he can and then just sinks to the ground waiting to get hit (fuck you Mexico)

— Speaking (typing? Writing?) of Mexico, he was very abusive. Texas has so many scars (emotional and physical) that came from him. Sometimes Tex still finds himself thinking it was all his fault (as per Mexico would always tell him)

— He has nightmares, frequently. He usually just ends up staring at the ceiling or crying himself back to sleep after a nightmare.

— He was close with California before. They had a big (huge) fight and they haven’t been the same ever since. He wishes he could take back all he said, go back and fix everything, apologize, be close to him again, but he can’t. (He can, he’s debated going over and apologizing for everything many times, he always backs down because “there’s no way he’d forgive me, he’d laugh in my face and slam the door.” (He would not. Cal also wishes he could take back all he said and apologize and fix everything, but they’re both stupid and think the other will be mad at them))

Hmmm, I think this is all for now! I love traumatizing my blorbos, don’t you?

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Wait I was catching up on your blog and I just saw Lev, and PLEASE .... Please don't hesitate to post him more, he sounds so interesting and his design is so GOOD–!! (Plus I'm just a huge fan of all your works regardless)

OH BOY!!!! (SLAMMING MY INDEX DOWN) IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED!!!! It would be My Honour . To Provide.

Info under the cut! This is stuff from his tH page, but since not everyone has that!!! I shall paste it here.

General Bio:

A low ranked Fatuus with chip on his shoulder. Quick with a smile and wink; Lev plays dumb in order to mask his true intelligence. Has worn a fake smile his whole life. He acts the fool in order to go unnoticed by his peers and higher ups. Is seen largely as a nuisance by his peers; and though by design, other's perception of him has caused him to develop quite a complex.

Personality :

Charming and flirty, Lev is a man to know. Equipped with a silver tongue and quick with a wink. He is overly nonchalant and easy going, so much so that he is seen as someone who does not take anything seriously. He acts air headed, but truthfully he is a highly component strategist. Below his easygoing attitude is an impossibly pessimistic, and shrewd man.

LIKES:

fluffy animals

sweets

fine art (poetry, art. etc)

machinery

DISLIKES:

blind faith

dry foods

the ocean

arrogance

BACKSTORY

01. Family

Snezhnayan born, Lev grew up in a small village as the middle brother to a family of 5. Snezhnaya prides itself on being a nation with strong family bonds. The terrain is so cruel that one wrong step is all it takes for disaster to strike. A strong united family front is imperative. That didn't really stop Lev's family, however. Affection was practically unheard of, the air always tense. The house was so cold that often times the snowstorms that surrounded them looked warm and comforting in comparison. Lev's family ran a charcoal business -- and all members were expected to contribute. Lev -- having no talent for the craft -- was often forgotten about by both his siblings and parents. On his tenth birthday, he was given his first and only birthday present: An enlistment notice from the Fatui. He was packed and gone the next day. As he watched his family house slowly grow smaller and smaller from the back of the carriage he was sat in: he tried to feel any emotion and found he could find none.

02. Fatui

It didn't take long for Lev to realise he hated his new life as a Fatuus. He was gifted: both in battle as well as strategically. He was seen as sort of a protegee, at the start. At first, he was happy to finally be acknowledged. Seen for a skill he possessed. One he achieved on his own. But once he had to kill, had to see the blood of another run and dye the snow a dark red, had to scrub, and scrub, and scrub the splatters out of his clothes... He knew he would not be cut out for this life. So, he deliberately slowed his progress. Once seen as a protege, now a fallen-star. It stung, how the people that once looked at him with awe now looked at him with disappointment. He forced a smile, a laugh. It was the intented effect... So there was no use to dwell on it. No use to dwell on the rumours that spread when he grew older. How he was only being kept around for his looks, his body. How he was useless, a good-for-nothing. He continued to laugh, to smile. For if he did not laugh, he would drown.

03. Fatui

Those within the Fatui state that the organization runs on loyalty. The statement is not incorrect: but the way that loyalty is gained is not through trust: but rather, through fear. Those lower ranked have no clue what the Tsarista's intentions are truly -- all they know is that they must believe in Her. Blind trust in one whom gives no trust back has always left a deep unease within Lev. In fact, he's found it vile --, ever since he was nominated into as a Fatuus by his family all those years ago. The way he and his fellow Fatuus are supposed to seemingly grovel at the feet of the Harbringers and the Tsaritsa. The way they simply must be content with the harsh treatment: the lack of basic respect. Mindless, loyal cattle to be used as seen fit. Willing to serve, always. Abhorrent -- all of them. Serving under La Signora for a while before her timely death did nothing but exaggerate the feeling of resentment. She was always one of the worst ones to deal with. Cruel to the bitter end. (On the night the news was spread -- while others mourned their Harbringer's passing -- Lev drank in his room, a genuine smile streched upon his lips.) He would never dared to speak such heresy out loud, however. He's not an idiot; despite his best efforts to appear as such. The less someone expects him to know, the easier it is for him to discover hidden truths. What he intends to do with this information is unclear to him. But seeing as no one has any respect for him within the organization, it's only fair he extends the same treatment, right? Besides -- he will inevitably die either by his own hand or by his fellow Fatuus. A thought that keeps him up at night, frozen: but it is an inevitable outcome. Might as well satiate his curiosity before the time comes. Lev sees himself as a man with no hobbies, nor talents. However, he has an affinity for mechanical machines and general things that fall under that umbrella. Sheznaya is the most technologically advanced out of the seven regions of Tevyat, so this area of study is not only widely available, but encouraged. Though he possesses immense skill in the area: he does not wish anyone to find out about it. His level of skill could potentially land him higher up in the ranks -- an outcome he wishes to avoid if possible. There's a risk that a harbringer may take notice of him if he were to climb any higher... And that's a scenario he wishes to avoid: no matter what.

Here's a little man as a reward for reading!! :D

#oc talk #ALSO THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY ART... . .. IT MEANS A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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i-restuff · 2 years

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Hey, have you ever read these posts before?

LINK ( 1 )

LINK ( 2 )

LINK ( 3 )

LINK ( 4 )

They're talking about how accurately (or mostly inaccurately) the use of the turtles' weapons have been presented in the 2012 and/or Rise versions. Since I was never an expert on martial arts weapons like they seem to be this was definitely a surprise to learn, and even though I (very) strongly disagree with the OP's dislike of 2012 Leo & the 2012 version of TMNT in general, this was very informative.

oooooh??? I've been a fan of tmnt for a really long time and this has never crossed my mind before??? as someone who likes to squint for details, this is honestly a blast to read.

Had to check their blog myself and found Mikey's and Raph's analysis

#thank you for sharing this btwww

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heliosynchronisity · 2 years

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Defrag Protocol - Cyborg!reader x Doc Ock

#sick-fic, #comfort, #established relationship etc.

mini CyDoc sick-fic cuz im epic and was sick this past week. You could also consider this a teaser for my actual cyborg!reader x Doc Ock fic. I promise you it’s coming 🥺

(also I was gonna wait till I had proper accompanying art to post this, but it kinda sucked so... ur just getting a crop of the sketch for now. Might try again later XD that and im just rly excited about how the fic turned out ok i wanna post it!!!)

-anyway, fic under the cut:

You slowly awaken to muffled daylight assaulting your senses. Otto is already up and awake, letting you get an extra hour or two’s rest. You realize, however, that upon trying to move; your arms feel like lead, followed by your head and legs. Moving them feels like wading through molasses and as you come to your senses you feel your head begin to pound as well.

You’ve never felt like this before, are you sick? You’ve never really had a true cold or flue before. The nanobots in your blood lend to a pretty overpowered immune system. At worst you’ve had a few sniffly days during the winter. But as you groan lightly, trying to make head or tail of your body, you can tell that something is seriously wrong.

You sense Otto’s eventual return and the expected gentle shoulder touch. The whirring of his actuator’s seeming louder than usual in your weaker, more sensitive state. You let out a meek groan in return to him gently shaking you. It’s much wearier than your usual wake up refusals and this elicits a quick response from one of the actuators. Larry, you think, just from the sound, quickly rushes to your side and gives you a once over. “Are you alright, dear?” Otto asks, now circling the bed. You can merely curl yourself tighter into a ball, tucking yourself under more sheets in pain. An actuator claw gently lifts some of said sheets off of your head tho, so Otto can see your face a little more clearly. He quietly kneels down next to you. “Are you sick?” he asks, brows furrowing with worry. You merely shrug in response, you’re not entirely sure yourself. You almost forget to respond, having gotten a little lost staring into his big brown eyes, looking up at you with gentle concern. Concern for you, makes your chest feel warm inside, or is that just the fever? “I don’t know...” You start “I’ve never been sick before... ” Thankfully, while meek, your voice sounds mostly normal, and it’s just your internal systems failing on you. “Computer virus?” He suggests, you reply with another tired shrug. Otto tilts his head dotingly before standing up, gently removing the sheets from your curled form. “Come here.” The cold of the morning air is quickly replaced by the warmth of Otto’s arms as he swiftly picks you up, bridal style. You may be a little heavier than someone of your usual height and weight class, due to all the metallic add-ons floating about your body, But Octavius continues to pick you up with ease. It’s relieving knowing that the apparent weight of your limbs is, in fact, merely in your head. You’ve gotten used to being picked up and carried around by the doctor, often preferring this method of traveling from place to place over walking... or flying. But its more often in the form of piggybacks or being coiled up in an actuator arm, even now being carried close to his chest still gives you butterflies. You don’t dislike it tho, in fact you snuggle against him more as you tuck your heavy arms against your body for warmth. Your limbs feel like you can feel every metal cable muscle strand in there for once, you really hope you’re just temporarily sick, this is really not the ideal operational status for a rogue overpowered military cyborg. You’re barely able to keep your eyes open but you sense the two of you approaching the small computer station you set up in a corner of the apartment. Otto kicks out the chair a little before sitting down and setting you in his lap. One arm still wrapped around you keeping you in place, the other reaches for the keyboard and enters the login. As the computer logs in and the multiple monitors slowly flick to life you feel the back of Otto’s hand rest against your forehead. This is met with a small ‘Hm.’ before both hands now work around you, searching the desks for some cables. You blearily exist in and out of consciousness as Otto continues to work. You gently rest you head on his shoulder and chuckle as you receive a quick forehead kiss from the man currently wrapped around you. You sleepily nuzzle into him more as you feel a hand fall onto the back of your neck. You’ve run through a few diagnostic sessions with Otto before, so with practiced precision he removes the protective plate covering the access panel on your neck, followed by the plugging in of two cables to several ports near your cervical vertebrae. You feel the usual rush of energy flow into and then out of you as data is uploaded to the machine. You must have moved a little in reaction as you feel Otto run a hand up and down your back comfortingly. You return to snuggling up against his chest as you watch streams of data appear in the corner of your vision. You’re too tired to look at any of the screens right now and just let the Doc do what he need’s to do, he’s familiar enough with your code now to decipher it. You’re jostled around lightly as Otto goes about entering commands and running diagnostics, but for the most part you remain sleepy and cozy in the arms of the scientist. “Anything interesting?” You ask after a short while, your strength seeming to come back to you slightly. The diagnostic process must be correcting some of the minor errors, but you still struggle to lift your limbs. “Mmm, it’s hard to say for sure...” He starts, his voice still a little groggy from waking up as well, it rumbles through your chest gently. “Looks like they may be some new bad sectors-” “There are plenty of redundancies,” You interrupt, with a yawn “try running a defrag protocol." Otto nods “Bad files clogging up over time causing compounding errors...” He adds on to your statement. “Yeah, something like that,” You nod back in return. “hopefully...” You add, quietly. “We’ll find out, love.” To this you get another quick kiss from him before he quickly writes in a defragging program into the terminal. ... “Have you done this before?” He asks, suddenly hesitating before hitting enter and executing the code. “Nope.” You shrug, “It’ll be fine don’t worry,” You chuckle, "I’ve done worse.” You hear a sigh escape the man before the sound of the enter key being hit. Suddenly begins the familiar tingling sensation of new code being uplinked to the computer half of your brain, then it’s quickly replaced with a new sensation. Your thoughts and memories, all for a moment get juggled around inside your brain, dancing around in your minds eye. You close your eyes so you don’t feel your eyes dart across the room as if you were in REM sleep. But as quickly as it came it starts to dissipate and your mind begins to feel clear, very clear actually. It almost feels like someone’s taken a pressure washer to the inside of you brain. You sit up a little, Otto watching over you silently and carefully. Slowly but surely you feel the strength return to your limbs and you roll out your back and shoulder muscles. You’re definitely feeling much better but it also feels like you just ran several marathons, you’re still gonna have to take the day or two to recover. “Feeling alright?” Otto asks, having watched you stare at your finally functioning limbs for several long moments. You lean your head back in his arms, now actually able to look at him in the eyes and smile. “Yeah, much better.” You say, stretching out your limbs. You hear a gentle sigh of relief from Otto who smiles back at you. “So no computer virus?” “No, no computer virus.” You laugh. “Thankfully I don’t go around plugging myself into random internet-connected computers, so it shouldn’t be too much of a threat.” You continue, gesturing to the cables coming out of the back of your neck. “But it’s good to know, even military grade cyborgs need to practice basic computer hygiene” You laugh. “Military grade prototype cyborgs.” Otto jests, gently poking the back of your left shoulder, where your tattoo reading the numbers #01 sits, currently hidden under the oversized t-shirt you slept in. You roll your eyes and click your tongue in response. You continue to wriggle and stretch in the doctors arms as you work the knots and weight out of your cybernetically enhanced limbs. Otto takes this time to terminate the data connection and gently pulls the cables out of your neck. He is much more gentle than you used to be with those, you laugh to yourself. After you’re all put back together, Otto leans back. “Time for something to eat, you think?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow. “Oh, that sounds like a very good idea!” You reply back, enthusiastically. But nary a movement is made by you. Instead you snuggle up against his chest again, looking up at him expectantly. He shakes his head and lets out a breathy chuckle before lifting you up and carrying you bridal style again. Of course, not without pretending to drop you on the way out. “Whoops!” “Hey!”

#doc ock #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #doc ock x oc #spiderman 2 #self insert #i just wrote the whole first draft for that in one go...#i dont think ive ever written that much in one setting #it is also now VERY late and i have work tomorrow oops #ok future nix here:#i also just realised this will be my first ever published fic o-o #pls dont eat me #be nice but also pls give feedback #writing is hard lol #ok bye hope u like hope this doesnt flop #hit post

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Fandom: Sanders Sides Ship: M/M, Lomas (C!Thomas x Logan) Words: 2201 Rating: E for Everyone Warnings: Wine is mentioned Tags: angst, fluff, angst-to-fluff, fix-it fic, post-WTIT, first kiss Characters: Logan Sanders, C!Thomas Sanders, Nico Flores, cameo appearances by Virgil, Roman, Patton, and Janus

A/N: Started on this fic FOUR FUCKING MONTHS after WTIT and it took me a total of FOURTEEN to finish it. Abhorrent. Anyway. It’s done now. I’d also like to note that while I personally do not like Nico, I have no issue with other people liking him and my dislike for him and the Nicomas/Karrot Kings ship has NOTHING to do with my enjoyment of Thomas X Sides. I do not accuse Nico of “getting in the way” or “ruining my ships” or anything of the sort. I know that no Sides-inclusive ships will ever become canon nor would I ever want them to be. I simply ship them for fun. My issue with Nicomas stems from the fact that it seems forced and rushed (by the characters, not the writers. I think Thomas and his staff are doing phenomenally) and it seems like Nico is not good for Thomas. That’s just a personal opinion that again, I do not push onto anyone else nor does my dislike for Nico extend to his actor. Thank you.

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The door clicked shut, and just like that, Thomas was gone. Obviously, that wasn’t going to last long- the separation- because the Sides went with him wherever he went, but it certainly didn’t take the sting away from being left standing alone in the messy apartment. They’d just started to make progress, too. Taking a deep breath and hiding away his feelings as usual, Logan hugged his notebook to his chest and went with the others, following Thomas to his impromptu date with Nico.

Logan couldn’t understand what was so special about Nico. A nerd who wore glasses? That didn’t make him unique. Logan was a nerd who wore glasses. So what? Why did Thomas listen to him? Why did Thomas drop everything and run to him? Though he stood mostly surrounded by the others as they watched over Thomas, Logan felt alone. The feeling in his chest was like a gaping dark hole composed of feelings he wasn’t taking the time to identify and making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t remember having felt so vacant before. It hurt in ways he’d never experienced. Thomas was enjoying himself with Nico. It was nice standing there and admiring art with him after so much worrying and anxiety over what the status of their relationship was. The fresh air felt nice, filling his lungs and clearing his mind. He needed this. Everything else could wait. He could feel Roman absolutely gushing over this moment and it just seemed perfect. Though as he listened to Nico eagerly infodump and read off information about the artworks before them, he felt a strange nagging sensation. It was so familiar. He glanced at Nico and back at the art and his smile faded into a sort of troubled expression. Suddenly, it felt weird when someone other than Logan was eagerly spilling loads of info about a subject. That was new. What on earth-? “Thomas? Are you okay?” “Hm?” Thomas snapped out of his own thoughts for the moment and looked at Nico. He put his smile back in place. “Yeah, sorry. Just got distracted for a second. It’s been… a weird day. Uh! Up til now, I mean!” But as Nico continued on and Thomas followed, his heart wasn’t in it. He’d been really horrible to Logan, hadn’t he? Logan had been so patient and helpful… and he just ran off. God, what Logan must think of him. “What? No! No no no no no! This is all wrong,” Roman wailed, immediately distressed. “He’s not happy anymore! He’s not… he’s not blossoming and shining! It’s like a storm cloud just moved in over the picnic, blocking out the sunlight. And out of nowhere!” He rounded on Virgil. “What did you do?!” Virgil, looking panicked immediately, defended himself. “Me? Nothing! The fuck? I was just as eager about this as you! I’m not in charge of his sadness or whatever! Maybe,” he spat, gesturing at Patton, “you should ask The Great Protector whether he even had permission to change his mood!” Patton looked wounded by that remark. “No! I… I mean yes! Of course Thomas can change his—! I—! I didn’t do this. And… and he doesn’t need my permission to change feelings or—!”

“Oh yes, everything is going marvelously. Don’t worry. Thomas is fine. It’s fleeting,” Janus offered from his position in the tree. “He’s definitely not mentally checking out of the date and things will continue swimmingly, I assure you.” He shifted his eyes from the group and gave Logan a look that the logical Side couldn’t quite comprehend. The date did, in fact, carry on some moments longer, but not as swimmingly as Janus put it. Thomas was rather distant and melancholy. Not on purpose, of course, but Nico took notice and it’s not very fun being on a date with someone who isn’t present. “Hey, Thomas. Why don’t you head back home, okay? I’m sorry. It’s not on you. You just look really bothered by something. We can pick up on another day, when you’re feeling better,” Nico offered.

Thomas gave a sad, silent nod in agreement. That maybe was for the best, because his heart was definitely somewhere else at the moment, even if he didn’t quite know where. He sighed as he and Nico returned to their parked cars and they parted ways.

Nico called out, “Text me if you need anything!” And he drove off with a friendly wave.

Returning the wave with a sad smile, Thomas sighed yet again and sat in his car for a moment, feeling his heart slowly sink into his stomach like it was made of concrete. Eventually, he did get the frame of mind and focus to drive home.

Home felt all wrong at the very moment Thomas returned over the threshold. He felt such a pit in his stomach that he was nearly sick. His heart felt so weighed down and sluggish that it was a miracle he didn’t just curl into a ball on the kitchen floor. He poured himself a generous glass of wine and picked up where he left off, cleaning the kitchen. He chipped away at the mountain of dishes between pensive sips of merlot.

“Well, we’re a little behind schedule, but— when I say ‘little’, please note that in this instance it’s a purposely reductive exaggeration.” Logan adjusted his glasses as he reviewed his notebook. “Anyhow, we should still be able to complete the kitchen and living room tasks this evening. We may have to move laundry to tomorrow as we can’t have you skipping dinner. Then we—“ He looked up from his notebook. “Oh. Thomas… you’re crying.”

Thomas wiped his eyes and sniffed. He cleared his throat before answering. “Maybe a little.”

“Are you making a purposeful reductive exaggeration?”

“…”

Logan nodded. “Fair enough. Would you like me to retrieve Patton? Or perhaps Roma—“

“No! God, no, Logan. Please. I can handle a few tears. Wouldn’t be the first time. I can’t deal with how disappointed in me Roman must be right now.”

“I understand. I’d love to reassure you, but I do not know what anyone is feeling at any moment, let alone anything Roman may feel at this moment.” Logan materialized a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to Thomas, who gratefully used it to wipe his eyes and nose.

“I can’t expect you to, Logan. It’s not your job.”

“Hmm. Well, I do believe now would be a good time for a brief recess. We can sit on the couch while you gather yourself a bit.”

Thomas didn’t want to argue as he didn’t feel like doing dishes anyway. He picked up his wine glass and shuffled into the living room, making himself comfortable on the leather sofa and watching as Logan sat at the opposite end.

Logan cleared his throat softly. “Would it be alright if I asked you what has caused you to cry? I was under the impression things with Nico were going well and even after things went less than optimally today, it seems he wants to see you again.”

Thomas felt his heart twist and he hesitated for a good while before correcting Logan. “It’s not Nico…”

“It… it isn’t? Then wh—“

“It’s you. Or rather… it’s me. I’m sorry, Logan. I… really let you down today and I… god, I feel awful about it.”

Logan blinked, surprised and doing his best to process this unexpected information, but he listened attentively and didn’t interrupt.

“You don’t ask for much. Truly, you don’t. You just want to be listened to. And for good reason. And I… I was so quick to leave you behind. To ignore you and… choose my heart. I… geez, I haven’t even known Nico very long and I’m neglecting important work… neglecting taking care of myself and my things and my surroundings… just for even a crumb of his attention.” Thomas gestures to the messy apartment at large. “Because I have this… need to be loved. In ways that… family and friends just… can’t fill alone. I know you don’t understand, but I want to fall in love again. It’s been a while and I’m ready. I want to dance… to be held… to open my heart. And I was hoping Nico could come with all of that.”

Logan took in all of Thomas’ words carefully and turned each one over in his brain until he was sure he understood it all. “I want to start by saying I forgive you. I know I’m not the only one with a job to do. And you’ve always been such a whimsical romantic that I’m not surprised. But I understand, perhaps more than you suspect, the desire to be loved. We, your Sides, Thomas, have just as complex of emotions as you. And we experience them in different ways and at different intensity levels from each other.”

“Mhmm. Well, you did used to smile a lot more. I wish you still did.”

Logan looked down, as if ashamed. “Yes, well. I have less reason to smile these days.”

Thomas felt his heart break for the logical side. “I’d do anything to get you to smile the way you used to.”

Deep inside of Logan’s chest he felt the flutter of a neglected heart. “If I come up with anything, I’ll let you know immediately.”

Thomas nodded and inhaled deeply. “Can I kiss you?”

Error 404: Logan not found. Sanders_Side_Logic.exe has stopped running. “What?”

“Sorry, sorry. May I kiss you?”

“You… want—?”

“…to kiss you. Yes, Logan.”

What does he say to that? He’d be an idiot to decline. But then what happens after? And what about Nico? Oh no, Thomas is looking at him expectantly with those soft, brown eyes and perfect pink lips. He needs to answer. “You… you may. Yes. Please, in fact.”

Thomas moved closer, sitting closer to Logan instead of three feet away on the opposite end of the sofa. He leaned in slowly, but instead of feeling lips against his own, he felt a firm hand on his chest stopping him. He gave Logan a puzzled look.

“I’m sorry. You still have my consent. It’s just… I have to ask. What about Nico?”

Sighing softly, Thomas backed up just a little. “Well… what about him? He’s not my boyfriend. I met him in a mall and we went on one… well, one-half… date. I— he reminds me so much of you, Logan. As I was listening to him talk at the art installation… it just made me think of you. And that’s when I realized I’d made a huge mistake. I felt so immediately awful for the way I left things. And… it made me realize that I was chasing something- someone- I already had.”

Logan took a deep breath and played Thomas’ words through his head again carefully. “I believe that you’re implying you have romantic feelings towards me. How could you have been sure that I would return your feelings?”

“I wasn’t. I mean… I hoped, but I wasn’t sure. I took a big risk asking if I could kiss you. But since you said yes, I… assume you… do…?”

Nodding, Logan assured him, “Yes. I very much do. What would you have done if I didn’t?”

“Well, I don’t like to think about that, but I would have given you your space. And after a little time to recover, stuck with the next best thing.”

“And I assume Nico…?”

“Nico would be the next best thing, yes. I like dorky guys who wear glasses and speak at length about things they know a lot about.”

The softest trace of a smile crossed Logan’s lips. “Dorky is rather debatable.”

Thomas laughed softly. “Sure. Let’s debate it another time. I would still like to kiss you.”

It was Logan’s turn to move in closer, his knee bumping Thomas’ thigh as he sat at an angle to face Thomas.

There was no way to know who reached for the other first, but they seemed to fit in place like a two-piece puzzle or a pair of Lego bricks. Logan’s left hand gently cupped Thomas’ cheek as his right hand settled on Thomas’ waist. Thomas lightly combed his fingers through Logan’s hair until his left hand came to rest on the back of Logan’s head, his right hand laying against Logan’s chest.

They moved in together as if this was a well-rehearsed dance and not a gay couple’s first kiss. Only when their lips finally collided did Thomas realize he’d been holding his breath as it caused him to inhale softly. It was warm, soft, and sincere, making it perfect in every way, and even better than Thomas had ever pictured. The feeling of Logan’s uptempo heartbeat under his hand was the only thing reassuring him this was real and not just another dream or fantasy.

Logan’s mind quietened and he melted into a world where there were no schedules, no Sides, no Nico, and no expectations… only himself and Thomas. And love. Oh, what an abundance of love.

As they parted ways, Logan felt a bright expression on his own face that hadn’t been at home there in quite a while.

Thomas looked at him and his eyes began to water. “There’s that smile I’ve missed so much.”

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