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voidhope · 10 months

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The Other Woman

(Part 2 FINALE)

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Synopsis: Miguel had left Y/N for another version of his old wife in hopes of getting his old life back. To only realize the mistakes he’s made.

Link to Part 1

Pair: Miguel O’Hara x Spider!reader

Warnings: very heavy mental health, ANGST LIKE A LOT OF ANGST, ALL OF THIS IS ANGST, mentions of death/almost dying, long term establish relationship, cheating, swearing, therapy, physical fight, blood, feral protective miguel?

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A/N: hello again! this one is more heartbreaking and longer than the first part oof… Very low dialog up until closer towards the end! wanted to just get through telling the story itself and the emotions. It’s just a very heavy storyline!! I want to say thank you so so much for showing so much support for part 1 i had no idea it would receive that much attention :O !! i wrote this out kinda fast as i didn’t want to loose the momentum of the idea. so apologies for any mistakes! all feedback is greatly appreciated ~

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You used to make Miguel coffee everyday, with one cream two sugars, and he would nag about how he hated the taste. It was to your liking, not his. As you would sneakily take sips out of his mug while working next to him. Why didn’t you just get your own coffee? You claimed you could never finish it and just wanted a taste out of his. Miguel would roll his eyes at you every time he caught you but he adored it. He had secretly grown to love the way you made it and had become his only way of making coffee after meeting you.

Now as this version of his older wife made it the way he is suppose to like coffee, bland and straight, he found himself bothered by it. Going as far to correct her even though this was what he had been claiming to have missed so much. He was now seeing himself teaching someone else how to love him like you did…

He was only a shell of the man he was when he had Gabriella. Even though the copy of his old wife has her same personality, the relationship couldn’t be exactly how it was before because he had changed so much. You had helped him become whole again. His tastes and likings had all switched to everything about you. The charm he found in his old wife doesn’t hold a light to you now and he was getting frustrated. He had wanted this so badly. He felt like those babies who whine and cry wanting to eat a lemon and once they get their way they realize the sour truth.

Miguel never truly realized what it was like to loose you until three weeks after he told you the truth. Over the years the idea of losing you terrified him but he only ever thought of it being in death. He never considered separation when everything was perfect for both of you then. There were times he believed that you were made just for him and he treated you like his queen. Which you truly were to him in his spider society. Why would he ever throw that away? Look at what he did.

He gave himself every excuse in the book before you knew he was cheating on you. ‘This is only for research.’ he would think every time he found himself back in that universe. As everyone knew he was so serious about his work, obviously this is just him getting to know more about certain universes and canons. Lyla was the only one seeing straight through him knowing where he was actually going. Things kept tumbling and the more he found out about the place and spent time with her the more his grief and yearning returned. It was all just there, so reachable.

There was a time his mind tried to snap him back out of it while cheating on you and made him realize the guilt. The first time he kissed this woman you were there in his mind. He came home right after and held you without saying a word. You never questioned him, just showed him comfort as much as you could. Lightly stroking his back, you never over stepped or pushed him when he was vulnerable with you. He only closed his eyes and held onto you tighter processing how you were always too good for him. He was converting to living two different lives; his old self during the day and then coming home to you. He didn’t want to let go of either at the time.

Once he found out he could safely have Gabriella again was when he became distant with you. The shame of using you for research made him become stoic. He didn’t want to admit how wrong he was treating you. All while you were always being so loyal and trusting towards him. Things were slowly slipping through the cracks and he knew he couldn’t up keep it. He wished he could have had that conversation with you so much differently but it was over. Now he had his old life back, a dream he had his mind set on.

He ignored the shakiness in his hands when he returned to her after letting you go. ‘It’s all for the best.’ is what he would repeat in his mind as a mantra. His new girlfriend truly had no idea who he really was or what his background was. Miguel continued to feed her lies to the point where he even started believing them himself getting too lost in avoiding what he’s done. He believed he was happy as he spent time with her.

When she got too close to finding the truth after finding his wedding ring in one of his pockets, he set her off course from it by revealing his spider identity and taking her to HQ. This was the day that everything felt like it was crashing around him. Being reminded of his marriage, having to face his friends with his new lover, sharing his personal spider life, his work with someone who wasn’t you. He excused himself rushing to an unused office room while his chest was tightening. Pupils dilating as he realized it was his first time having a panic attack.

Nevertheless he continued to push it all aside and act completely normal with his girlfriend. He was feeling your absence the most while working. You had became an extension of him. He had trained you from scratch and you helped him build this society he has now. You knew the ins and outs of everything and fought perfectly alongside him. Now that he was on his own he let his girlfriend be there for him when he got stressed, but there always was a knot in his stomach he never could get rid of.

The more his mental health ate at him late at night the more he considered searching out for you. There was no closure between both of you and he never got to listen to how you feel. What was your opinion on all that happened? Do you hate him?

He wanted to speak with someone so badly but he dug himself in a hole too deep. You were gone, he was lying through his teeth to this poor woman he’s kept for some fantasy, he felt too ashamed to say anything to his friends, he would rather die if all his workers found out how big of a piece of shit he is. Anytime Lyla tried peeping a word that wasn’t work related he would snap. He had pushed everyone away and now he just felt alone.

Regardless he would wake up in the morning and swallow all his dark feelings. He would remember his grief of when he lost his family and it would put him back in the moment. He has another chance. He was happy with the direction he was going in now.

Right?

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The day he found out you were at HQ he felt his heart stop. He was mid mission trying to call for Lyla but she wouldn’t answer. Frustrated he tried looking into what was happening only to see her busy having a conversation with you. It felt like something took over him when he opened a portal in less than a second. Without thinking nor wasting a heartbeat he rushed back. Just a glimpse of you, maybe just to hear a word out of your mouth. The feeling of having you back in HQ was making him ignore all his insecurities. How he would coward at the thought of trying to reach out to you before. You were in his home, your home, and the thought drove him wild.

You were already long gone though. Lyla stared at him not saying a word. The quietness in the room making his ears ring but his thoughts were screaming in his head. He stood there frozen still trying to recollect himself. He was the one that left you, what is wrong with him?

Again he went back and forth in his own head trying to convince himself ‘You wanted this.’ but if he did why is he feeling like someone just killed a puppy in front of him? Why is he here fighting with his self if this is really his dream? Why did he try chasing after you? The wounds of his past grief were too deep. He never took the time to properly heal and now look at what he’s become.

“Miguel, what’s this?” He was startled turning around seeing his girlfriend holidng your watch and skimming through the divorce paperwork addressed to him.

There was no more hiding, no more lying. He swallowed hard even though his throat was dry. He let everything he had kept away rise to surface. It hurt him to see the beautiful face his old wife shared contort into such anger and pain while finding the truth.

She didn’t stay, but for some reason he wasn’t upset. Though he longed for his daughter, he knew it would have never been the same now. He finally closed the door on his past. His heart had made the choice this time but it’s too late. Now grasping onto the divorce papers left by you, emptiness spread through his soul.

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You on the other hand did not find yourself crying by yourself on a rooftop for long. The shift in the air from your arrival alerted the local spider-man immediately.

“It didn’t work out, did it?” He crouched down next to you as he noticed your watch gone and your missing wedding band.

Peter Parker knew both you and Miguel. Your husband had come to do many rounds of research in this universe when he took you. Eventually offering this Peter a spot in the society, which he politely declined due to just being busy enough here. You both never spoke much but always had an appreciation for each other.

“Do you need a place to crash at?” He continued while trying to get you to look at him. Reaching his hand towards you.

You had absolutely no one and you had been gone so long you couldn’t even go back to the little you had. When you met Miguel you didn’t hesitate to never look back and now it filled you with regret. How naive were you to put all your trust and reliance on him.

You took Peter’s hand. You were ready to start your own life and be your own person now.

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Peter Parker was nice enough to let you stay with him as long as you needed it. You both had became ‘besties!’ as he would love to poke at you. The first month with him you were a disaster really but he showed you how he liked to cope using his spider abilities.

The first thing he helped you with was getting a new suit. Your old one resembled too much to Miguel’s and you felt suffocated every time you put it on. Peter had taught you to use your current emotional pain on whichever sad little villain was making trouble out in Brooklyn that night.

“Come on, we got multiverse spider-woman helping me keep these streets clean now!” He would taunt at the men while watching you easily take them out a little bit too aggressively. His feet kicking up and down while he sat on the side of a building watching you. The crime rate did go down a bit once word got around how strong your punch was. Peter’s just happy he can now spend some nights to himself.

You got yourself a job at the mart on the corner to help cover bills for Peter and save up. You were grateful enough the owners never batted an eye when you would disappear during a shift to either suddenly go cry uncontrollably or beat the shit out of someone at a nearby robbery. Next thing you were enrolling yourself back in university, wanting to finish that degree you never did.

It wasn’t too long that some of your older spider friends would stop by to check in on you. Seeing them was difficult sometimes, you were internally itching to ask about Miguel. Things were going okay for you on a very slow path of breathing step by step. You never wanted to feel that hurt again and so you very well pretend like Miguel didn’t exist if you could.

You couldn’t ignore the hurt resurfacing when you passed couples on the street. Or when you found yourself going to fidget with your wedding ring just to remember it’s gone. You can’t just move on from a relationship that was so deeply apart of you and lasted so long. You gave everything to him and it will take you much time to get yourself to build trust again.

After two semesters, you finally had your graduation. All the things you learned while in Earth-928 paid off as you barley had to study. Passing top of the class, you immediately got an offer for an internship opportunity with Alchemax and was able to get an introduction tour of the building beforehand.

What you hadn’t realized was that Alchemax had been looking for that girl who snuck into their offices a couple years ago. Who made another dimension’s spider appear and then went missing herself soon after. They had kept as close tabs on you as they could and how foolish you were to think your little break in wouldn’t come back to bite you. The moment you stepped foot back in their building, it was over for you.

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Miguel had spent a whole year in much deserving therapy. Nothing could stop the embarrassment he felt when Peter B signed him up with HQ’s best spider-therapist after 3 months of constant out bursts. No one could come near the man when he felt like he had lost everything. Those first initial months were difficult for everyone around him.

Therapy did help, he hates to admit it, but it was a very rough ride. He finally was able to understand his deep inner term oil and heal his issues but moving on from you? No, he could never.

You were the only one who had sincerely stood by his side, always rooting for him. He never fell out of love with you despite of everything that he did. He just pushed everything down too deep and was blinded by obsession. Till now he could never deny that he still loves you. Maybe if he just would have went to therapy years ago instead of acting out on unsolved grief none of this would have happened. The guilt always making him toss and turn at night.

He would have big temper tantrums when he would find his coworkers going to visit you time to time and not sharing any details. He needed to know if you’re okay. Did you already move on? He longed to find you and speak with you but he knew he wasn’t ready yet. He was so self destructive and this was what he deserved.

Everyone avoided him completely when he overheard someone saying you were living with Peter Parker. Fighting crime with him and having a cute little home life. Peter followed you around now like a puppy. Miguel did not take the news well at all. Let’s just say, the large bill replacement for his monitor screens was what snapped him out of that rage.

He also wanted to strangle Hobie Brown every time he saw a glint in his eye when your name was mentioned around. Yet Miguel couldn’t hate the kid either, as Hobie was one of the people to try help repair the damage he did to you. How badly he just wanted to hold you and shield you in his arms from any other people taking you from him as if he wasn’t the idiot to let you go in the first place.

Everyone’s big, powerful, scary boss was really just a grumpy, wallowing-in-self-pity, sensitive, lonely man now. Mention your name too much to him and watch him start crying or take it out on whatever he could find nearest to him. He would some nights scroll through your wedding photos while listening to your last tracked log with Lyla. Your words cutting through him deep like long sharp knives. How he urged to go tell you it was all wrong and how guilty he was for making you feel like this.

Despite it all, he still believed in being the best of the best. He used his work to distract himself from his sorrows, to become numb. Even though his divorce paperwork were set next to him on his desk to remind him the pain. He never signed it.

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“We can’t tell him!” Jessica gritted through her teeth. Small group of spider-people were hovered around Lyla taking in the new found information.

“Her canon events have always been uncertain, we can’t just stop and fix this one?” Gwen Stacy suggested in hopes.

“We have never prevented a canon event of hers or the people involved in it. It could be even more dangerous than a regular canon.” Peter B spoke grimly.

“When ‘as danger ever stopped us?” Hobie spoke up.

“Everyone get your gear.” Lyla added to the stress of the situation.

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You couldn’t open your eyes properly with a strong blinding light being held above you. Arms and legs secured on top of a metal surgical table. You could feel the warmth of blood scattered on certain parts of your body, slowly starting to dry. It was a mix of yours and the people you had tried fighting through to get out of here when you realize the trap you were reeled into. Different people in lab coats poked and pried all around you while you were tied. Your mask was thrown on another table and your suit had large gashes across it.

Soon you also could feel the presence of Peter Parker being brought to the room, thrown slumped in the corner breathing heavily. They had gotten you too good. They knew everything and had planned this so detailed.

“Now you’re going to help me open the multiverse.” Kingpin loomed around you. All you could feel was searing pain as a laser aimed right at your chest.

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Miguel was already staring out the window to the glowing night lights of Nueva York when he saw a big hole appear in sight of the skyline. His eyebrows furrowed while he was trying to process what he was looking at. It wasn’t a second later when all alarms started going off in his office.

“Qué carajos?” He exclaimed seeing the alerts of a possible universe collapse. “Lyla! Why wasn’t this being taken care of already?”

“I already sent people.”

“Then what are they doing?” He yelled. His confusion and anger only furthered when he saw a red alarm for a canon event.

“Canon event?” He whispered to himself. He always knew when these were happening, there were none scheduled for today. There was no way he would let one passed him, it’s not like this could magically appear? His jaw dropped in realization… a new canon event.

“Lyla, tell me the truth. Why wasn’t this reported to me?” He made the atmosphere turn cold. She knew he already figured it out.

“A new canon event was received this morning being given to Peter Parker. Of Y/N L/N’s death.” The words from Lyla made Miguel’s body go still. His eyes raced side to side while he processed it.

“No!” He roared, a fist slamming into the nearby desk. His massive strength breaking it in half.

“Boss, you can’t go on this mission only using your emotions.” Lyla warned. However Miguel was already half way stepping through a portal to find you.

He appeared, watching his team struggle to shut down the machine causing the collapse. Outnumbered by the amount of Alchemax puppets. A different kind of rage filled him as he saw you, for the first time in a year, suffering. Miguel was never one to act reckless while on missions but he had no plan here and just ran off the pure adrenaline the fight or flight had hit him with.

His claws tore into the backs of his enemies as he jumped beast-like across the room. Not hesitating spilling blood across the wall while he took everyone down as fast as he could. His team could only watch wide eye with an unsettling fear as they saw Miguel lose himself to his spider sense. While he fought they took the opportunity to take apart the machine.

Miguel was panting heavily, pupils blown wide glowing red, and fangs dripping with venom as the room slowly silenced. Kingpin laid on the floor slowly trying to drag himself after being beaten to a pulp. It was over. Peter B stopped him from doing anything further. Knowing Miguel would kill the man, Peter B let the team finish up to give Kingpin to authorities. Miguel turned frantically to look at you seeing the other spiders step away. Peter Parker was hunched over you in tears. Miguel fought the urge to snap at Peter and grab his hands off of you.

Your vision was too blurry and everything felt like it was burning. A shape that seemed too familiar came into your peripheral vision and you tried to push yourself up.

“Miguel?” Was the last thing you croaked before slumping back passing out. Miguel catching you in his arms before you could hurt yourself further.

“It’s her time.” Jessica spoke behind him. Yet he was refusing to let go. He had never defied the way the timeline worked since he created his society. He would never break the rules and you both had promised each other before not to. If there was a situation like this you both agreed to save the universe first. How stupid was he to think he would listen to that now facing it in-front of him.

He never got to tell you what happened. He never got to apologize. He never got to tell you one more time that he loved you. Even if you in result just spat in his face, at least he was able to talk to you one more time. You were never a placeholder or someone to fill a hole in his heart. His whole heart belonged to you and he couldn’t let you go thinking you didn’t mean anything to him. No matter the consequences, he needed to tell you.

“Call all the teams to control the damage of a possible universe collapse.” He turned to Jess with Y/N tightly in his arms. The spider-people watched speechless as he opened a portal and disappeared.

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Two weeks you laid motionless in the HQ’s medbay.

The clean up after breaking the canon was a little intense. They were able to get it under control as the event started to fade from your timeline once you were returned and starting to heal in Earth-928.

The spider society would remain silent near the medbay. The lights always being dimmed and hushed whispers between staff to not bother the distressed O’Hara. He refused to leave.

Your Peter Parker had now joined the team, much to Miguel’s dismay. Everyday your friends would come in and check to see how you were. Some telling stories about their day or any gossip updates you missed, in hopes that it would get you to wake up. They would ignore the gloomy Miguel who was basically glued to the seat next to you not saying a word to anyone.

At night Miguel would play with your fingers and softly stroke your hair all while pleading “Please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. Por favor mi alma.” He knew it wasn’t his place to beg this after what he did, but he didn’t mind the words falling on deaf ears.

Miguel hadn’t eaten in days, he felt too nauseous from anxiety to even try anything. Pavitr had done the favor to bring you and Miguel’s favorite empanadas from a small street vendor downtown. Hoping to get Miguel to at least try the food before he ended up in a hospital bed next to you due to starvation.

You started to blink open your eyes, spots surrounding your vision. You could hear a soft breathing to your right side and you slowly felt your sense come back one by one. It felt like you just had a really rough nap.

“Oh my god that smells so good.” You moaned, sitting yourself up to try to look at where the smell of food was coming from.

You were met with a wide eyed Miguel holding a box of empanadas. His jaw slacked open acting as if he’s seen a ghost looking at you. Confusion hit you first for a second and then you start to panic.

Why was he here? Why was your ex-husband sitting right here? You started to push away from him and Miguel caught on to your panic.

“No, no, no mi amor stop.” He tried calming you. “You’re hurt, you’re going to open your stitches.”

You suddenly remembered everything that happened right before you blacked out. At that moment you forgot the hurt you had towards your ex-lover. Gathering yourself you just stared at him. “I’m suppose to be dead.”

Tears rimmed your eyes. Why did it feel like life just hated you so much?

Miguel engulfed you in his arms as you started to cry. You didn’t care right now. You had ached for this feeling again, so alone, with the comfort Miguel used to bring you. Just for a moment you could pretend like how it was before.

“We can’t do this Miguel.”

He knew what you were thinking. He didn’t want to let you leave his arms yet, as he let his self hold harder and push your head closer into his the crook of his shoulder. The tickle of your breath on his neck, he just wanted this forever.

“She left. Almost a year ago.” He let out to you. A big weight coming off of his chest. You pulled back from him and looked up into his eyes while you watched him avoid your gaze. You felt bad to say you could feel a bit of satisfaction bubbling in you.

“Good, she deserved better.”

“So did you.” Miguel sighed playing with his hands. Your eyes widened when you saw the ring still on his finger. He let you stare. “I-I could never. I couldn’t.” The emotions struggle to come out of his mouth. You understood him though. You always did. Placing your hand on top of his you just nodded.

“Please stay here.” He whispered.

Miguel had broken you in so many ways. Yet he almost ruined another universe just to keep you alive. You both needed time to talk and coming out a coma right now isn’t good timing.

“I finally became my own person when I went back in my universe. I enjoyed my independence.” The words pelleted at him. He could only hold his breath as he waited for you to continue. “I’ll stay… but not for you.”

It wounded him deeply; but he deserved it. This place will always be a home for you even if he wasn’t apart of it. Before he can tear his gaze and turn away, you reached out to hold his face close to yours. Your fingers gently rubbing on his cheeks as you slowly look at him properly after so long. You let your thumb smooth over his frown lines and he leaned into your touch closing his eyes.

“Let’s give us time.” Was the words you blessed that opened every door of hope he could find. He would take it, he would absolutely take it. He has to fight for you, he has to prove to you. He would do anything but for now he’ll be on his best patiently waiting for you.

Both of you sat comfortably without speaking, only the faint background beeps of the hospital monitor making up for the silence, while passing small glances. For once both of you felt a missing warmth you didn’t realize you needed. Sharing empanadas with each other, just maybe it will be alright…

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The end!!! Thank you so so much for your time in reading my story. i really really was so happy with all the comments and feedback on pt 1 it really meant a lot!!!

i hope this was ok ~ i apologize for how long it was i was thinking of doing another part but just wanted to finish this up. I was in such a conflict how to end this. i hope it wasn’t too cliche or anything i’m just a sucker for very wanty needy dramatic stories. It’s a hopeful ending tho~ i couldn’t pick with just happy or sad.

So many of you had tons of amazing suggestions which I appreciated so much. I was such a mess trying to figure it all out. Many of you wanted to see Y/N move on with another person but I ended up going this route. I used Peter Parker as an obv character in y/n’s universe but it’s not tied to any specific one and you guy can think of him more to your liking if you want to!

If any of you would like a small drabble or imagine of another route of this story or just anything angsty/possessive and rarwrarwbarkbark miguel. I’d be glad to help lol!! My request box is wide open~ i had so much fun writing this!

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filmmarvel · 7 months

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Sex Education Season 4 Review

Unfortunately it wasn’t as good as the others. It’s less that it was bad or that I didn’t enjoy it, and more that it sort of failed in its duties as a finale. I really liked the finale, it wasn’t until I finished it that I was left like… that’s it?

Starting with the Pros: I’m glad they had the sense to end it here. This season has gotten hated on pretty hard so far, which makes sense, but isn’t quite deserved. Even though it wasn’t as good as it COULD’VE been, it was still good! In particular, Aimee, Eric, and Adam had wonderful and satisfying arcs which I found quite compelling and felt like a lovely send off to each of their characters. Maeve’s ending, despite being a point of controversy, was fitting. She had a difficult but moving season, and her destiny was always to be a writer. As disappointing as it is that she doesn’t end up with Otis, I thought the writers justified it quite well. It would’ve simply felt wrong for her to stay back in Moordale just for Otis. She was always going to get out.

This brings me to the Cons. I have to say, my biggest disappointment with this season has to be Otis himself. Being the lead character, I really wish they would’ve chosen a more personal storyline with more depth to it to send off his character. Instead, they had him acting like a child the whole season. He’s the primary character and yet he has the least interesting, least sympathetic, least moving storyline. It was all about his relationships with Maeve, Ruby, and Eric, and his competition with O. Nothing really about him. They didn’t give enough closure as to how his future looks- he’s no longer the school sex therapist, which is disappointing. He agreed to think about working with O, but that’s all, and that isn’t the most satisfying conclusion. They left him in a very nondescript place. Additionally, many former cast members weren’t in this season. As a result, I felt that there were a number of missed opportunities. My other big complaint is, predictably, the change in setting and new cast of characters. I really didn’t love the new school. I don’t think I need to elaborate on that too much, it was just kind of over the top in a way that felt misplaced and unrealistic. As for the new characters, most of them weren’t bad, they were just unnecessary. The one character I did have an issue with was O, who was a rather grating presence. Which I don’t think was something all that good for a finale. I didn’t find her character at all interesting or sympathetic. She was really annoying, and didn’t grow on me at all over the course of the season.

To sum things up, I wish the writers had just focused on the characters they had already. The new characters weren’t as interesting (naturally), and I thought the season could’ve benefitted from more of a personal journey for the characters we already know and love- such as Otis, Jackson, Ruby, or Viv. When a show ends, I always really like to have some closure on where each of the characters are headed in the future, such as new passions, future relationships, careers, etc. While again, they did a lovely job with this with a few characters, there were a lot of characters who just left me unsatisfied (namely the aforementioned 4). I enjoyed the ending, but it left me feeling like a lot of precious time was wasted with new characters and misplaced storylines. It didn’t feel as though the writers quite understood how important this season was, and failed to treat certain characters with the care they deserved.

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thewebcomicsreview · 1 year

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The Webcomic Reviews Mini Reviews Masterpost, Part 1

People always ask me what I think of various webcomics, so I decided to start collecting my thoughts in one place! Click the images to go to the comic! Comic titles with a ⭐ after them are recommended, but even if I don't give a comic a star, that doesn't mean you won't like it.

[un]Divine ⭐

What is it: A highschooler sells his soul for a big titty demon gf, and now has to have anime battles against angels who keep trying to eat him.

The Good: Excellent art and monster designs, some of the better fights in webcomics.

The Bad: Danny is kind of a bland protagonist. The comic keeps threatening to veer into femdom porn, which may be a good thing for some of you. Comic is on permanent semi-hiatus and updates very infrequently

You should read it if: You wanna read a comic with big fights, big angels, and big titties.

Ava’s Demon

What is it: A bunch of kids possessed by demons have space adventures and are sad

The Good: Extremely good art. Occasional "high production value" moments with music and limited animation. The single-panel page format really highlights the art.

The Bad: Bland writing, weak characters. The single-panel page format really slows the flow of reading it.

You should read it if: Learning that the Wrath demon is named “Wrathia” doesn’t strike you as comically dumb

Awkward Zombie ⭐

What is it: It’s a comic that makes jokes about video games

The Good: It’s the best comic that makes jokes about video games

The Bad: If you haven’t played the game in question, you might not get the jokes. Awkward lack of zombies.

You should read it if: You like jokes about video games. I don't....it's not a complex premise.

Camp Weedonwantcha ⭐

What is it: A bunch of kids are left at summer camp forever by parents who’ve abandoned them to die. Wacky comedy and feel-good moments ensue.

The Good: Cute adventures with kids, reminiscent of some of the better Nicktoons from the 90s. Surprisingly emotionally effective when it wants to be.

The Bad: While the ending is satisfying in its own way, many plot threads go unresolved

The Terrible: Nickelodeon bought the rights and is sitting on them.

You should read it if: You like slice of life adventures with blasts of dark humor and feels

Cloudscratcher

What is it: Ducktales, with Genocide!

The Good: Cute and generally likable characters. Decently paced

The Bad: Doesn’t really excel at anything. Weirdly insistent about totally not being a furry comic even though it obviously is.

The Terrible: The author is a white nationalist, and the lack of link is intentional.

You should read it if: You like 80s cartoons and hate minorities

Cornucopia ⭐

What is it: A ninja is sent on a mission to literally steal candy from a nation of morons, fails.

The Good: Good art and well-paced storytelling. Clever use of different types of word balloons. High joke-per-page ratio

The Bad: Doofy tone may not be your cup of tea. Seems to have died young, though the first chapter is still a complete story

You should read it if: You like JelloApocalypse’s videos on YouTube, or his series Epithet Erased, since he made this

Dresden Codak

What is it: A genius inventor has wacky adventurers, then goes to a flying city and spends most of the comic’s run embroiled in a conspiracy run by evil anime villains.

The Good: The drawings are pretty. The early comedy adventures are quirky and charming.

The Bad: Panel layout and composition, especially early in Dark Science, is atrocious. Presents the comic as a feminist power fantasy, but the main character usually has her tits out and has had her clothes burnt off on multiple occasions.

The Terrible: The author is a notorious jerk. As of this writing, The Dark Science storyline has been running for eight years and has yet to reach a triple-digit number of pages, even though it’s a full-time job for which Diaz earns $4,000+/mo on Patreon.

You should read it if: You thought the best part of Ghost in the Shell was the lesbian orgy boat.

Drop Out (NSFW) ⭐

What is it: Two girlfriends go on a road trip to kill themselves in style

The Good: Short enough to be read in one sitting. Surprisingly good visual storytelling for a first comic. Realistic dialogue and high tension keeps you engaged even when not much is happening. Subtle details that don’t become apparent until a second read reward paying attention.

The Bad: Heavy subject matter. Lettering can be tough to read in early pages.

Content Warnings: Drug Abuse, Suicide, Mental Health Issues, Detransitioning….a list of all the difficult content in this comic would be so long it’d look like I’m making a joke. This is a heavy comic.

You should read it if: You like arty dramatic comics that deal with uncomfortable topics

Dumbing of Age

What is it: College students obsessed with late 80s-early 90s pop culture have relationship troubles

The Good: Of all the popular comics it’s trendy to shit on, this is by far the best. Solid gag-a-day strip with plots that move at a decent pace.

The Bad: Realistic depictions of abusive parents co-exists in the same comic as a literal superhero, leading to some jarring tonal confusion.

You should read it if: You like newspaper-style drama comics.

Everything Is Fine

What is it: Maggie and Sam are a normal married couple in a very strange world where proving your loyalty is the key to winning, and the best way to prove your loyalty is to show someone else is disloyal. And also everyone wears mascot suit cat heads all the time.

The Good: Well-written characters, a novel premise, and excellent pacing. I’m not the biggest fan of the webtoon “really tall page” format, but it’s taken advantage of at times for nice transitions

The Bad: The webtoon format can be irritating, and the worldbuilding is toeing the line between “compelling mystery” and “If there were two astronauts on the moon and one shot the other wouldn’t that be fucked up?”-ism.

Content Warning: Gore, Suicide themes. Every page with such content has a warning on it (which works better in Webtoon format, actually)

You should read it if: You liked the dystopian fiction fiction books you had to read in high school.

Gunnerkrigg Court ⭐

What is it: A girl attends a scientific school in a magical world that’s honestly not even slightly like Harry Potter but people say it is because they think J. K. Rowling invented British schools

The Good: Good art and fantastic panel composition. Slow-burning dark fantasy mystery.

The Bad: Takes a little while to find its groove. Starts feeling rushed and confusing near the end.

The Terrible: Boxbot

You should read it if: You like dark fantasy stories, or stories in general.

Homestuck ⭐?

What is it: A kid wants to play a video game but it’s downstairs and he doesn’t feel like talking to his dad yadda yadda yadda the universe explodes. Was briefly ungodly popular.

The Good: High production values, many updates are music videos with excellent music. Great character writing, especially in Act 5. Toby Fox, the creator of Undertale, did a lot of the music, and arguably isn’t even the best musician featured.

The Bad:The early part of the comic is brutally slow-paced, and is an impossible hurdle for some.

The Terrible: The ending is widely considered a major disappointment, and attempts to turn the comic into a franchise have been met with mixed reviews. The prose epilogues are deeply divisive.

Content Warning: A lot gorier than you might expect, mitigated by the cartoony art style, abusive relationships, the epilogue is just generally gross.

You should read it if: You want to see what the hell all those kids in grey face-paint at anime conventions were about

You should also consider: Just getting the music off the bandcamp, it’s really good.

Homestuck 2

What is it: A “dubiously canon” sequel to Homestuck, following from The Homestuck Epilogues, made by a different creative team. Follows two intersecting future timelines

The Good: The art is quite nice, and the new characters are fun and likable. Very bold in its ideas, for better or for worse it’s rarely boring. One of the few webcomics to be able to integrate trigger warnings clearly while remaining non-obtrusive with them. Faster-paced than the original Homestuck (low bar!) and has a few clever presentation ideas. Willing to be its own thing. If you’re worried it’s just “Homestuck 1 but more of it”, this is not that.

The Bad: Not at all a stand-alone comic, Homestuck 2 is completely incoherent if you’re not familiar with Homestuck 1 and the Homestuck Epilogues. Does not have the big multimedia productions Homestuck 1 was known for. Beloved characters from Homestuck 1 can come off really badly, which upsets a lot of people. If you’re looking for “Homestuck 1 but more of it”, this is not that.

The Terrible: At times, this comic is actively trying to piss off the readership by dragging out unpopular plot revelations. I actually like this about it, but unsurprisingly a lot of people don’t.

You should read it if: If you have to ask “Should I read Homestuck 2?”, the answer is probably “No”. This is a comic for people who are riding the Homestuck train to the bitter end.

You should also consider: Reading my Liveblog of it

Kiwi Blitz ⭐

What is it: A precocious young girl gets a Kiwi-shaped robot and decides to become a superhero ridding the world of nefarious furries. More of a cute character drama than a superhero comic, and more of a superhero comic than a mecha one.

The Good: Cute artstyle. Not without dramatic stakes, but fairly light and fun throughout minus a few people getting shot. The android 42 is stand-out great character.

The Bad: Prone to long hiatuses as the author's main comic is now Sleepless Domain.

You should read it if: You liked Sleepless Domain, and are looking for a somewhat lighter comic by the same author.

Latchkey Kingdom ⭐

What is it: A girl goes on adventures in a magical land of idiots

The Good: Good but not overbearing comedy. Tight chapters. Strong side characters

The Bad: Thanks in part to Patron-backed stories in between the “main” chapters, can feel like an episodic series with no main character or driving plot

The Neutral: Willa is a semi-silent protagonist, and often gets overshadowed by the wacky people she meets. Cerberus Syndrome, executed well

You should read it if: You like adventure, silly characters, and jokes about Dark Souls.

Leasebound

What is it: Two lesbians are contrived into sharing an apartment, then the comic becomes a polemic about how trans people are evil. The second-best TERF webcomic on this list

The Good: This comic has no redeeming qualities

The Bad: It’s hella transphobic, and not even particularly interesting about it the way Sinfest can be. Everything that’s not hateful is boring, and the comic is practically going “Go on, be offended, blog about me, give me atteeeennnnttttiiiiiooooonnn!”

You should read it if: You really shouldn’t, and I’m not linking to it

Least I Could Do

What is it: Rayne Summers is the best at everything and you should listen to him

The Good: This comic updates on time regularly. Sometimes it updates without word balloons by accident, making it surreally funny

The Bad: Poorly thought-out political rants; few jokes, severe overuse of beat panels, copy-pasted art.

The Terrible: Designed to go viral, not to be entertaining; makes panels wordless just so they can be used as preview images

You should read it if: You have committed horrible sins and wish to atone

Legend of the Hare

What is it: I wrote this! A white trash loser girl is peer pressured into becoming a magical girl by a pair of pushy rabbits. A spinoff of the print comic Blade Bunny, written and drawn by the current creative team of Saffron and Sage.

The Good: Bouncy and cartoony art. Strong and memorable characters. Very weird and freewheeling.

The Bad: The plot is an absolute mess, stalling out and even going backwards at times, though it mostly comes together at the end. The tone is wildly inconsistent.

The Terrible: Kind of South-Parky in its humor sometimes

You should read it if: You like Saffron and Sage and want to see a comic by the same team when they were less experienced.

Nan Quest ⭐

What is it: In this spiritual sequel to Ruby Quest, a goat girl electrician sets out to fix a broken fuzebox and ends up ensnared in a psychological horror conspiracy.

The Good: Much more effective use of the simple MS Paint art style, with more color and some simple animations (animated panels being marked [A], a convention Homestuck would later adopt for its [S] sound panels). The characters are better fleshed out than in Ruby Quest, and the horror is more effective as well, with less gore and more tension.

The Bad: Though used effectively, the art is still MS Paint doodles. The story mechanics behind the mystery are much more ambiguous, which can be a plus.

Content Warning: Gore, threatened sexual violence.

You should read it if: You like Ruby Quest and/or psychological horror comics that can be read in a few hours.

Moby: Back from the Deep

What is it: A zombie killer whale attacks a small town.

The Good: The art is nice

The Bad: Egregious overuse of narration.

The Terrible: It’s a beat for beat ripoff of the movie Jaws, down to some characters having their names only marginally changed from their Jaws counterpart (e.g. “Alex Gardener” is the name of the Alex Kintner analogue)

You should read it if: You can’t find a Jaws torrent.

Mokepon ⭐

What is it: A dickhead teenager is forced on a Pokemon adventure, and learns a valuable lesson about friendship while being dragged into a criminal conspiracy. A Pokemon fanfic that’s somewhat darker than the source material (though not really “grimdark”)

The Good: Good action scenes, nice manga-style art. Notable improvement in art and storytelling over time. Atticus’ slow-burn character growth is satisfying.

The Bad: The early chapters are almost a completely different comic, and it takes a little while to find its groove.

You should read it if: You liked Pokemon Special

Monster Pulse ⭐

What is it: Kids’ internal organs become sentient external organs, and they have to keep it a secret from an evil orginization.

The Good: Cool twist on the surprisingly rare monster pet genre. Not afraid to upend the status quo

The Bad: No real obvious flaws, but if you don’t find the premise interesting, you probably won’t like it.

You should read it if: You were a fan of monster-pet stories like Digimon Tamers

The Monster Under The Bed

What is it: A teenager finds a demon girl under his bed, rom-com ensues

The Good: Cute anime-esque premise

The Bad: Gets progressively hornier to to point where I'm not sure if I should even leave it on this list. Egregious use of photos instead of drawing backgrounds, making outdoor scenes look awful

You should read it if: You like trashy Japanese animes

Narbonic ⭐

What is it: A shlubby loser gets a job working for a mad scientist. Mad sciencey things occur, and the comic experiences an incredible jump in quality in the back half

The Good: Short comic, comfy and easy to read. The best and most satisfying ending arc of any webcomic ever.

The Bad: Some “LOLRANDOM” humor, especially early on.

The Terrible: The first few comics are almost literally unreadable due to messy handwritten lettering and low quality scans.

You should read it if: You love seeing a story build to a proper conclusion, and you don’t mind a rough start.

Octopus Pie ⭐

What is it: Slice-of-life dramedy where twenty-somethings try to become adults and/or get laid while navigating New York life. Completed comic.

The Good: If you direct your attention above, you will see the incredible coloring. There are other comics that have better plots and even better characters, but Octopus Pie is uniquely good at hitting a mood. Occasionally does some infinite canvas stuff that’s neat.

The Bad: This is a comic about exploring ideas and kind of drifting around through life, and isn’t a big plot-focused comic with a lot of big dramatic reveals. Which I don’t think is bad, but it might not be your thing.

You should read it if: You liked stories about adults trying to figure out how to grow up, and like seeing characters age.

Out-of-Placers ⭐

What is it: A human man is turned into a female rat creature, and has to navigate a low-fantasy world while learning their incredibly stupid ways and trying to get himself back to normal.

The Good: Really good worldbuilding, with interesting, fleshed out, and unique fantasy races. There are licensed Dungeons and Dragons books with less cool ideas for a campaign in them.

The Bad: Can get kind of edgy in ways that don’t always work, and occasionally gets a bit gross. If the premise made you think it was a furry fetish comic, it’s not, but it keeps threatening to become one if you don’t whap it with a newspaper and say “No” very firmly every now and then.

You should read it if: Your favorite DnD race is kobolds.

Paranatural ⭐

What is it: Kids bust ghosts in a parody of shounen anime tropes

The Good: Good banter, creative panel layouts, and characters you want to root for.

The Bad: The story rapidly increases in scale, causing the pacing to slow down somewhat. The story later transitions to an illustrated prose format, which some people can't really get into.

You should read it if: You liked Bleach before it became Dragonball

Prequel -or- Making A Cat Cry: The Adventure ⭐

What is it: An Elder Scrolls fanfiction, in which an alcoholic catgirl heads to a new land to try to make a better life, and generally fails.

The Good: Inventive use of the web as a storytelling medium. Great character writing. Lovable protagonist. Excellent payoff to years or life kicking the protagonist in the face.

The Bad: Years of life kicking the protagonist in the face. Can thus be depressing, especially early on, sometimes to the point of being offensive (see Content Warnings)

The Terrible: Very slow and irratic update schedule

Content Warnings: Alcoholism, Depression, the protagonist gets blackout drunk and wakes up in bed next to strange men several times, which is played for comedy.

You should read it if: You like slow burn character development. You like stories where the protagonist has a hard time

Problem Sleuth

What is it: A detective tries to leave his office using user-submitted commands, and gets in a few tangents along the way. Mostly known now as “The thing Andrew Hussie did before Homestuck”, but it was a popular comic in its own right.

The Good: Much better art than most reader-driven comics, bizarre and clever, with a dramatic finish.

The Bad: Holy shit, you thought Homestuck meandered? Problem Sleuth will do nearly anything and everything readers asked him to do, and this is a veeeeeery convoluted comic that has thus aged somewhat poorly.

You should read it if: You thought Homestuck was best before the Trolls got involved.

Questionable Content

What is it: Humanity achieves a technological utopia in the background while hipsters in Massachusetts complain about their dating lives. Later begins focusing much more heavily on all the robots.

The Good: A rotating menagerie of quirky cute girls. Had a major trans character before it was cool.

The Bad: The comic kind of transitions from being about one thing to being about another thing several times, to the point where onetime protagonists show up less and less or even get dropped altogether in favor of the New Thing the comic is.

You should read it if: You want a comfy and diverse slice-of-life comic.

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jiro-kino · 1 year

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❝ VISION ❞

WANDERER ( SCARAMOUCHE ) X READER

contains; spoilers for 3.3 archon quest, sagau , reverse comfort ( in a way ), slight storyline changes ( the Archons are the ones that give out visions )

Scaramouche wasn't the kindest, most certainly wasn't a saint. He had done many horrible things. The ink having enough time to dry itself by how long the list of awful crimes he committed.

And he knew he wasn't favored by anyone. He had seen a few gain approval from the Archons themselves. Those visions... Their ambitions being proven to be something that gods praised on.

His ambitions were neither selfless, nor morally right.

So why...

As he tunes out the Traveller and their companion's conversation with the Dendro Archon, his eyes stared at the glowing item in his hand.

Why was there a vision, Anemo ( the symbolism of freedom ) , in his hand?

"Thank the stars— Finally! I've waited years to do that!" A sudden voice was heard. And if it had been anyone else, they would've instantly got down on their knees as a greeting.

But he needed answers. The wanderer could only stare at the figure with eyes lightened with confusion and swirls of emotions.

"Your grace..."

The person smiled, nodding as to confirm his words. The glow they had earlier had vanished, and yet- they continued to shine in this place of memories.

"Soo, what do you think?" They questioned, barely containing their excitement as they glanced once at the vision in his hand before looking at him in the eyes.

Scaramouche's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I don't..." He started, feeling like the empty shell he was before he unlocked the truth of his past, "I don't understand.."

This vision.. it wasn't given by an archon.. no. It was given by the divine Creator themselves.

"Is this some kind of cruel joke?" He forcibly laughed out, glaring at them through glass eyes. Figure slightly shaking and breaking over the emotions that were begging to be let out.

"You.. you out of all gods.. giving me a vision? For what?" He asked, voice cracking. His grip on the vision hardens as he takes a step closer to them. With a crazed yet forced smile, he threw another question at them-

"You gonna make me your new vessel? Your new puppet to play with, o-Divine Creator?"

It was silent. Yet actions seemed to be enough to answer his questions. A hand was raised and placed on his cheek, gently caressing it before pulling him into an embrace.

The puppet's eyes widen, his face pressed against their chest and the vision continued to glow in his hand that dared to drop it.

It's cold. Cold and yet.., comforting.

"I'm so sorry..." Their words entering his head and their hand buried in his hair as the other was wrapped around him. "I'm so sorry I couldn't have done anything sooner, Kunikuzushi... To only stand by and watch as you fight this world and fate alone.."

He hated being reminded of that version of him.

But for once in his life...

The name that brought him to dismay, had gave him the warmth he longed for.

And as his hands find themselves holding onto them, do the tears in his eyes ran down his cheeks. He cries silently, his face hidden in their chest.

He doesn't believe in the Divine Creator. He refuses to worship them the same as everybody else.

Because he prefers the one behind that title.

For the truth is something he holds onto dearly.

Shitty rushed work that popped out of no where, I needed it out of my head despite not knowing how it goes

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin sagau

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nnight-dances · 2 years

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HOW TO FALL BACK IN LOVE WITH YEONJUN

pairings: yeonjun x f!reader

tropes: one-sided enemies to lovers >:-)

plotline: yeonjun loves you. you've loved him before but now you're convinced he deserves nothing but your ironic smiles. well, you're wrong. these three acts of your life uncover the truth behind your resentment and the depth of yeonjun's love. plus, an epilogue where we collectively hate on short stories because only poetry can truly capture a writer's horniness!

what to expect: a lot of rambling in parentheses but i promise it's essential to the storyline, (i have many thoughts about how i've used this feature in this story which i can share if anyone's interested.) mbti talk, some tiktok slang.

song recommendations: sweet by cigarettes after sex, moonlight by dhruv, lay all your love on me by abba

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THE FIRST ACT: 2 THINGS YOU (MIGHT) HATE ABOUT YEONJUN

it’s not a secret that yeonjun does everything with his everything. he’s only invested in his select few interests but just the little things take up all the space in his heart. you could argue for or against his way of living, he’s more than aware it’s not the healthiest to be like this but he’s not ready to change, not while he’s still young. for now, he’s a summation of fixations and obsessions in his world. and it just so happens that one of his obsessions is you.

“what’s this? y/n’s got a new piercing?” he leans back on his heels dramatically, mouth forming an o at the sight of the newly-added butterfly stud on the helix of your ear. “and it’s only tuesday. week not going very well for you.”

you narrow your eyes at him in your typical resting-bitch-face fashion, instantly taking on an aloof demeanor, “i’m extremely uncomfortable with the fact that you’re keeping up with the number of piercings i have. can’t say i’m flattered.”

“ha! at this point, i don’t even have to try to keep count. you get a new one every other day.”

“oh, leave her alone, jun,” calls out taehyun from behind you, “she’s doing it for inspiration for her portfolio that’s due in three days.”

two ring-adorned middle fingers stick up in front of taehyun’s face, your hoarse voice following suit, “you’re a terrible friend, kang taehyun.”

“two days? and you’re not done? sorry, love, but as an ESTP, i physically cannot forgive you. i have to shame you in public.”

yeonjun laughs a little too hard for your liking at that, about to chime in with his own patronizing comment but you cut in, “oh, well, you know who else is an ESTP? donald j. trump!”

yeonjun laughs again at that, enjoying the banter between you and taehyun a lot. he joins in, “i’m an ENFP. that’s the same as katniss everdeen’s, so i’d say that explains why i’m so hot.”

you frown, “you mean you would choose peeta over gale? yeah, i can see why you have such bad taste in everything.”

taehyun howls in laughter at that and yeonjun shakes his head, “oh, ho ho ho,” he shuffles closer to you, “you don’t understand, y/n, how badly you’ve just insulted yourself.”

before you can fully comprehend the meaning of his statement, he’s gone, grabbing (stealing) a can of beer from hueningkai who’s busy forcing beomgyu to arm-wrestle him.

“whatever that means,” you huff out, massaging your temples. taehyun sighs, concealing a knowing smile, “yeah. i’ve no idea what he means.”

you rest your head against the sofa he’s sat on, stretching out your legs, “i actually hate you for betraying me like that.”

“oh god, maybe i’ll stop the day you stop talking like we’re still in the second grade and i’ve lent my eraser to the wrong person.”

“you might as well have!” you complain, not in the least petty because, “choi yeonjun did not need to know i’m behind on my portfolio. god knows what he’s gonna do with that information.”

taehyun snorts, “ah, yes, he’s probably going to plan a full-fledged assassination involving your family and kids simply based on the knowledge that you’re a helpless procrastinator.”

“you know what?” you sit up with a groan, “i think you’re the one i should be worried about sharing my secrets with. you’re the real threat here.”

your ‘friend’ simply chuckles under his breath as he watches you depart his side and hopes yeonjun’s somewhere in the crowd of the party to keep your nerves… unnerved.

yeonjun is present in the crowd, sat on the less than reassuring metal stairs of beomgyu and hueningkai’s shared apartment. his hand fidget with his phone, struggling to stop himself from going on tinder only to be disappointed because he’s just looking for another y/n and that near impossible, unless you break your oath to rely on “real life encounters and experiences” (your very own words) to find love.

he finds you then, in a group of people hanging around the balcony, cigarettes in hand. you stand a little far apart from the others, looking undoubtedly spaced-out as you swing on your heels back and forth. you’re pretty, even though yeonjun can only see one-fourth of your face, what with all the darkness and your hair in the way.

but you hate him. even if your disgusted grimaces and cold glares are all but a joke, you did seem harbor some kind of resentment toward yeonjun. he’d no idea what it was and trust him when he says he’s been putting his neck on the line just to figure out why.

so far the reasons that have him most convinced include,

one: you hate all men in general and he just happens to be a particularly irksome male presence in your life.

this is a pretty likely explanation, he thinks as he approaches you, because even as an outsider to the group you’re in, he can see that you reserve your expletives for certain men.

“…and that’s why i think everything is soup,” yuta finishes saying when yeonjun joins you. for a second there’s silence and even mark who usually can’t control his laughter maintains a poker face. then, you groan, “yuta, if i had a pencil right now, i genuinely would have stabbed you with it.”

now, this makes everyone crack up while you regard them in disbelief with a look that screams you guys know i’m serious right? because you’re dead serious.

so yeah, it’s a good bet to say that men aren’t your favorite kind of people. but still, yeonjun couldn’t shake off the feeling that your dislike for him is more personal. wishful thinking, perhaps? but then, you turn and notice yeonjun standing beside you.

your half-smile tightens into a frown, “when did you get here?”

there it was. that specific tone you use with, that was missing when you’d threatened lucas just moments ago. the grit in your teeth, the intensity of your eye-contact, even the way you say you changes. which brings him to the next and last potential reason that yeonjun has spent days, if not years, pondering.

two: yeonjun had done you wrong without knowing and ever since then, you’ve grown to absolutely despise him.

now, yeonjun knew for a fact that you’re expert at holding grudges, clear from how quick you’ve always been to bring up embarrassing things people around you, specifically taehyun, had done. and to be honest, you’re just good at remembering unusual amount of detail which you use to your advantage.

which is why yeonjun knows you’ll know he’s lying when he says, “i’ve been here for a good ten minutes, y/n. i’m so hurt you haven’t noticed.”

“stop that,” you shoot back instantly, raising a singular but intimidating index finger, “i know what you’re doing.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrow in amusement, “stop what? what am i doing?” he slightly leans in to dramatically tuck in a few stray strands of hair, “please, enlighten me.”

the low, husky voice he uses is not lost on you. despite your flaming cheeks, you scoff, “that! you’re flirting with me!” you reach up and promptly untuck the hair from behind your hair, “these are my slut strands. you’re not allowed to touch them without permission.”

“your—” yeonjun pauses, “slut... strands? right.” he swallows a chuckle, smirking instead, all while internally he’s having a breakdown over how insane you are. like in a good way. in the way that everything you say is fucking crazy but it’s so native to your logic that it drives him crazy and holy cheese, yeonjun is scaring himself right now.

he looks away momentarily to see the rest of the group’s conversation floating elsewhere. he turns back to you, “so you noticed?”

you cock up a brow, “that you’re flirting with me? no shit, yeonjun, you know i may not look street-smart but i have to live with taehyun and his witty ass so trust me, i’m not oblivious.”

“oh, i beg to differ,” he settles closer to you, leaning against the same pillar as you, shoulder flush against yours, “i didn’t think for a second that you were oblivious.”

“that’s why you ran away after telling me i was insulting myself by insulting your taste?”

yeonjun flushes, taken aback by your straightforwardness, coughing to cover up his lack of excuses at that. you breathe out a laugh at his flustered state, “hmm, so goes down the all-mighty choi yeonjun.”

“at least i wasn’t defeated by my inability to complete my creative writing portfolio due in three…” yeonjun looks down at his watch, “actually, now, two days.”

this time, you’re left without a comeback, “that’s a low blow, man.”

he laughs, “come on, isn’t this like your first time being this late?”

“once again, i remain creeped out at you knowing things like that but,” you relax noticeably next to him, “i guess i ran out of ideas this time. not sure what’s wrong.”

“and this had never happened before?”

“i thought you already knew this.” yeonjun rolls his eyes, a complete contradiction to the grin on his face. ”hm, maybe you’ve run out because you’re trying to do it the same way you’ve always done it?”

“i mean, of course i’m doing it the same way,” you mutter, “that’s like the point of having a regular writing practice. it needs to become natural.”

“yeah, but you need spice things up a little sometimes!”

“gross,” you scrunch up your nose, “you sound like you’re prescribing me a threesome right now.”

he shrugs playfully, “if that’s what rocks your boat.” you push him away at that and he laughs out, “okay, okay, but i’m serious. try something new.” you quieten down at that, probably thinking.

“what about…” you look up at him expectantly and he almost fumbles over his words, “um, what about walking around the city?”

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THE SECOND ACT: LOVE BEGINS BEHIND CLOSED PARENTHESES

full disclosure here: yeonjun’s second reason is right. the first one isn’t completely wrong, but it’s more so the second one that finds you in the gropes of overthinking that night.

you know how at a certain point in the past, you really (really, really, really) like someone but then things don’t work because that person isn’t into you (but more because you’re too caught up in your own self-perception to do anything) so slowly that lots (and lots and lots) of like turns into a lump of resentment? yeah, that pretty much describes your relationship with yeonjun. more or less, you hate him for not liking you (”in the past!! i don’t care about him anymore!” you hastily add from behind kang taehyun who had been narrating this whole paragraph. taehyun poorly covers up an incredulous snort.)

“so now you’re going on a date with him?” taehyun asks a little too loudly, “how does that happen?”

“it doesn’t happen because nothing is happening because i’m not going on a date with him!” you half-scream, hitting the brunette on his head to try and shove some sense into it, “and please, stop being so loud or i’m going to cry.”

“y/n, we live alone. and i think you’re going to cry nevertheless, but okay. if it’s not a date, what is it?”

“it’s just a walk,” you say and when taehyun looks at you blankly, “a walk around the city, in his exact words.” more blankness. more silence. “i was going to go alone but yeonjun said he knows an obscure part of town that would help me become, you know, curious.”

“uh-huh, right, of course…” taehyun purses his lips, intrigued to see how far you’d go with your denial.

“stop looking at me like you’re so much better than me! and no—” you cut him off knowingly, “don’t say that you are better than me. you’re not. what you are is an asshole and i hate you.”

you fall into your sheets with a frustrated wail and taehyun laughs at your state for a few seconds before returning to his role as your therapist slash best friend.

“okay, y/n, i know you don’t like to think about, let alone admit it, but you’re into yeonjun. and since i can’t let what happened a year ago happen again, i’m telling you that i’m almost completely sure that he’s into you, too. so please, don’t be hostile tomorrow on your date— sorry, your ‘walk’ with him. use the opportunity or i’m sleeping over at kai’s.”

—

“i don’t know why i let you talk me into this,” you scoff as you fall into step next to yeonjun. “we’re literally at a stupid park.”

he gasps like the theatre kid he should be, “first of all, this is a huge park and you’ve no idea how much people-watching you can from here. and secondly, i bought you coffee so all you’re being right now is ungrateful.”

you stay silent, eyes scanning a group of middle-aged ladies that passes you. you hear a whiff of their conversation, something about one of them wanting to take a break by the water fountain.

“see? you’re already in the zone and i didn’t even have to shut up.”

you look back at him, awed look morphing into a scowl, “no, i think it’s just really easy for me to forget you’re here.” yeah, it’s safe to say you haven’t taken a word taehyun said to the heart.

but no matter what you say, half an hour later finds you perched on a bench, crouched over your notebook, fingers scratching quick bullet points into the paper. you look up every ten minutes or so, head moving up and then rotating slowly, and then back to writing.

it’s only when yeonjun brings you your second cup of coffee that you notice the stiffness in your shoulders. he smiles at you, brightly. brightly? no, it’s the sun that’s bright, not yeonjun. he’s… moronic.

“wanna take a break?” he asks. you stand up in answer, taking the cup he holds out for you, the words thank you leaving your lips a little too quickly. he doesn’t overreact like you expect him to, his attention on some kids a few ways away from where the two of you are.

“you wanna play frisbee?” you mean to mock, not offer, but yeonjun’s ear perk up and he’s pulling you after him before another word can be said.

“hey, kids!” he greets the children who look like they’re maybe in middle school, “could we join y’all for a bit?”

it’s a a girl in pigtails who answers excitedly, probably encouraged by yeonjun’s looks (hey, yeonjun is objectively good-looking. just because you’re stating facts about his appearance doesn’t mean you’re in love with him. because you’re not in love with him.)

“sorry, this one is a little zoned out most of the time, so just don’t aim at her face,” you hear yeonjun say as you finish convincing yourself of your lack of feelings for him. you resist the itch to flip him off and flash a polite smile to the blonde boy next to you.

he responds with an enthusiastic wave, “hello! i’m ren!” you raise your eyebrows, not expecting him to introduce himself but return with a, “hey ren, i’m y/n. nice to meet—”

you’re cut off by yeonjun’s yell as the yellow frisbee flies your way. your hands come up to shield your face but ultimately it’s yeonjun’s body crashing into yours that saves you. does it, really? you wonder as you groan from under him. the grass is damp and you’re in it and yeonjun’s on top of you. you’re not sure what makes you more annoyed.

“i fucking hate you,” you whisper as yeonjun props himself up. he’s still close enough though so he grins, looking objectively good-looking despite the twig that’s found its way into his hair. “smile, babe, i just saved your life.”

you don’t know how to respond to his outrageous use of the endearment so you’re grateful when ren exclaims, “he just called y/n noona baby!!!! ewww, they’re dating!!”

on second thought, you’re not grateful because apparently, this is enough to wreak havoc among the group of children. weren’t they already at least ten? isn’t that old enough to not be annoying? you don’t find out because next thing, yeonjun’s hand is wrapped around your wist as he helps you up.

you shoot him a glare and the loud boy next to yeonjun screams, “they’re holding hands!!!”

“gosh darn, kids, your parents never touch each other or what?”

“my mother said my father’s breath smells like beer and that’s why she won’t give him kissies like she gives me them!” the girl in pigtails answers, proud for some reason. despite everything, you crack a smile at that, leaning into yeonjun’s side who’s struggling to stifle his laughter.

“i think we’ve had enough of a break, no?” he says to you and you nod, “please, let’s go before i’m forced to write about the bad parenting in my portfolio.”

about five minutes pass in you trying to break free from the group who insist on another round. another round takes two minutes before ren takes a hit to his knee and you both take the chance to leave, with you almost sprinting back to the peace of your bench in the shade.

you fall against the tree next to the bench, yeonjun close behind. “that was…” you take a moment to catch your breath, “not bad?”

yeonjun claps his hands together, “that’s exactly what i’ve been trying to tell you! this park! those kids! me? not bad!”

and well, because you guess you can allow that the whole affair isn’t half bad, it’s already evening when you’re too tired to write anymore. you look away from your almost illegible handwriting to find yeonjun gazing at you. weirdly (longingly).

he clears his throat, “you think you have enough?”

feeling weird (love-struck), you also clear your throat, “um, i should. i hope so, my fingers feel like they’re going to fall off.”

“that’s a good sign you’ve worked hard,” he pats your head. you don’t flinch away somehow. he continues, “it’s also a good sign that we should get some food.” when you narrow your eyes at him, he rushes to add, “you know, to relax your fingers.”

the excuse is ridiculous. the premise of this entire day is ridiculous. hell, yeonjun’s entire being is ridiculous. but you’re spent, your walls aren’t as rigid in the soft light of the sunset, and yeonjun’s eyes have an unreal glow when he’s silent.

and so, ridiculously enough, you answer yeonjun, “we should get sushi.”

—

that night, you return to your place to a tipsy party (?) of taehyun, soobin, and beomgyu with hueningkai glued to his phone-screen in concentration, filming everything. “you’re back!” kai announces when he opens the door, phone still recording, and you flip the camera off, not without a careless smile.

taehyun stands up at the sight of you, “i take it you had a fruitful date?” soobin laughs, so very loudly. “lmao,” (yes, soobin has the ability to say text slang out loud irl, next question please), “get it? fruit-ful? date? dates are fruits? am i drunk already?”

you shake your head at them and simply hug taehyun, feeling unbelievably affectionate today. “oh? what’s this? y/n initiating physical contact? choi yeonjun must be a god.”

you pull away, “this has nothing to do with him,” you say, sounding unconvincing even to your own ears, “i’m just tired. good night. if you make too much noise, i will take kai hostage and—”

“oh, do that anyway!! please, i’ll pay you!!!!” beomgyu shouts enthusiastically and you leave the living room before you have to witness any more of their drunken behavior.

but even in bed, you find yourself unable to sleep, mind occupied with… thoughts (is hanging out with so many men making you slightly dull? maybe. is it making emotionally constipated? absolutely. you make a mental note to schedule a lunch date with yeji later).

to be more specific, the image of yeonjun sat across from you holding out a piece of spicy tuna roll in your direction is too stubborn to leave your head. you think about yeonjun, among other things, that night.

yeonjun is no different, his mind still reeling from the realization that he’s spent an entire day with you. a day. a date? maybe, but whatever it was, you definitely couldn’t hate him too much if you could stand to spend that much time with him. you even shared a meal with him, laughed when he pretended his chopsticks were an airplane transporting food to your mouth. you humored him. you laughed with him. was that real?

—

if you think there’s nothing worse than waking up, walking out of your room— and right into yeonjun, then you’re wrong. because the disorientation you feel comes nowhere close to compare to yeonjun’s condition when he runs into you on his way to the common bathroom. he’s not sure what he else expected but it doesn’t surprise him to see that you sleep in a ginormous graphic tee (with mona lisa’s face on it?) and shorts.

“what are you doing here?”

the sense of deja vu overwhelms yeonjun for a moment before he smiles a little because your tone is not hostile, only confused. could he take this as progress? (or are you just half-asleep?)

“i’m… i’m here for brunch?” he’s a bit out of it by the time you raise your arms to stretch, heaving a half-groan, half-sigh. and listen, yeonjun’s not a pervert but he is considerably in love with you so seeing you with your slightly droopy eyes and slumped shoulders in your perfectly in-character pajamas sets off his imagination. to all kinds of destinations. (you as a domestic cat? you as a tired soul resting in his bed after a long night? god, he’s not doing this right now.)

“i don’t? i don’t remember agreeing to brunch?” you mumble confusedly, almost petulantly.

“you know,” announces soobin, suddenly revealing himself from the shadows (he’s literally been standing beside the two of you for two minutes, waiting for you to notice him. all he gets is the heat of the sexual tension between you and yeonjun. he could cook eggs on that shit.) “yeonjun was our friend before he knew you, y/n. actually, taehyun was our friend before he was your soulmate, so a brunch is a pretty normal occasion for us.”

yeonjun nods and you simply nod your head, probably too sleepy to make any witty comments at that. he shrugs, “but you’re more than welcome to join us if you want. for brunch? i’m guessing you haven’t eaten anything since our— since last night.” why’s yeonjun flustered? he’s only invited to brunch with four other people.

“i’m—” you’re cut off by yeonjun making his way to the bathroom. when he shuts the door behind him with a less than dramatic thud, you look at soobin in confusion. “so many things are happening too early in the morning.”

but brunch becomes a thing. and you join brunch, helping yourself to taehyun’s nearly perfect breakfast spread, your plate filled with bacon, eggs, and waffles.

“i say it’s nearly perfect because all we have in this house is fucking peanut butter!” you cry out, making taehyun give you a glare because he’s heard this many times before, “i don’t know how many times i’ll have to tell you this, but jam! jam is meant to be eaten with bread, it’s the only right way, it’s the way god intended things. do i look like a gym bro to you?”

“lol no,” says soobin, high-fiving you (you’re not sure if he does that because he agrees with your point about the jam, or if he’s also not a gym bro?) “y/n has a point. there’s so much more options with jam, think of all the berries you could be eating! peanut butter is the same old, same old.”

“god, i hate it when these two are in the same room.” you don’t have time to respond to beomgyu’s exasperated comment because yeonjun shifts closer to you on the sofa, coffee kettle in hand.

“want some? i’ll pour it out for you,” he offers, eyebrows raised. you pause for a second, mouth almost hanging open at how motherly he seems, but nod in a daze and watch as he stands up, takes out a black mug (that coincidentally happens to be your self-proclaimed mug) and pours coffee into it. you’re unaware of the little smile on your face when he brings it back to you, placing the hot mug next to your plate.

you’re about to think out loud about his motherliness when beomgyu follows up on his previous comment, even more boisterous, “oh, but these two in the same room are even worse.”

you look up at that to see the other three staring at you. you make a disgusted face, “why are y’all staring at me? please stop, i feel unsafe.”

“in that case, yeonjun must be feeling really fucking unsafe from how closely you’ve been staring at him,” laughs soobin, words slightly muffled from the food in his mouth. he’s lucky he’s your favorite friend (honestly, it’s just because he looks adorable with his cheeks full but eh, his personality wasn’t that bad you suppose).

“i’ve? not? been staring?” you ignore beomgyu’s snickering, picking up the coffee, “you guys need to get lives so that you stop searching so desperately for crumbs of drama here. i’m not here to serve as a source of entertainment for yo—” you promptly, contradict your statement by spilling the top half of your drink right into your lap.

while you sit there with scalding on your bare legs, it’s only yeonjun who seems concerned (overtly so, you’d observe if you’d care to admit it) with the others laughing their hearts out, satisfied at the comedic timing of your accident.

yeonjun, meanwhile, rushes to you with a handful of tissues, lips in a pout, “what the fuck, are you stupid? how do you spill that? have you never had coffee before?” you sit there trying to get the tissues from his hand, but he swats your attempts away, swiping the coffee from your thighs.

he’s much more careful that you would’ve been, making sure none of it soaks through your grey night shorts and a hand on your knee, probably to steady himself (spoiler: his hand on your knee doesn’t steady either of you, especially not him). but he manages himself well, his worrying outweighing all else as he looks up at you, “are you okay?”

you realize you haven’t said a word, eyes raising to taehyun’s who’s now looking away but watching slyly from his peripheral vision. beomgyu and soobin are in similar positions, pretending to be decent people when really, they’re over the moon.

“yeah, i’m okay, i didn’t really feel any of that,” you mumble, patting at your thighs, “but, um, sorry i wasted so much of your coffee.” yeonjun takes one of your hands, “no, don’t worry about it, i can always make more. you can’t make more of these legs.”

“okay! that’ll do it! i can’t take it any more!” beomgyu stands up with a melodramatic groan, “you two are gross, dude! like, not even in an elementary school way, you’re just objectively gross. i hate this.”

“what was that you said about not being our source of entertainment?” jokes soobin, elbow poking yours, pointing at you and then yeonjun who’s still crouching in front of you, one hand on you, “i very much feel like i’m in a k-drama right now, so i’ve no clue what you mean.”

you can sense from the tilt of taehyun’s grin that he’s about to follow suit with an equally, if not more, obnoxious comment, so you stand up, declaring, “i’m going to my room. i have a portfolio to finish in two days!”

you retire to your room after that, deciding concentrating on your work will do you some good now that you’ve… socialized? could you even call it that? you leave it at that, plopping down on your study desk where you would’ve usually conceptualized your rough drafts like you’d done yesterday in your notebook. it doesn’t compare to the park yeonjun took you to, but there is a window to your right from where you can see the slow street in front of your apartment. people-watching through that window has given you some pretty cool ideas for your pieces. you suppose it was like a pocket-sized version of your experience at the park.

you work the afternoon away, surprised to see it getting dark outside when there’s a knock at your door. you twist in your chair and call out, “come in!”

a light-brown head of hair pokes through and squinting in the darkness of your room, you can tell that’s not taehyun. “yeonjun?”

“woah, haven’t you got electricity in here?” he asks, stepping in and you see he’s put on a cream-colored cardigan on the blue shirt from brunch.

“nah, taehyun uses the money i give him for the electricity bill and gambles it all away,” you joke, sighing with feigned sorrow.

“ah, right, i forget taehyun has a gambling addiction. i’m sorry, miss, can’t imagine what it’s like to be married to someone like that.”

you laugh at that, yeonjun joining in. he leans in against the wall across from you, finding the switch to the lights in your room and turns them on. you’re both quiet for a moment.

you, because you’re reveling in the new-ness of your relationship with yeonjun. you feel like you’ve moved on in some way, no longer feeling caught up in the bitterness that had been coloring your interactions with him so far. he’s close to you, this yeonjun right now, who really, truly looks at you. you don’t even remember the yeonjun who broke your heart. (was it him who broke your heart? you begin to wonder, or just your imagination?)

for yeonjun, he doesn’t think he could’ve said anything even if he wanted to. you look so otherworldly in the dim glow of the evening, your eyes meeting his eyes, unapologetically and most importantly, without resentment. you’re beautiful, here silently in front of him, and he thinks he might have a chance with you after all.

“um,” he’s the one to break the silence, “have you eaten since brunch?”

you shake your head, “have you?”

“nope, beomgyu roped me into watching netflix with him when i tried to study,” he admits with a shy giggle, “next thing i knew the sun was setting.”

—

THE THIRD ACT: WINE FLIES WHEN YOU'RE HAVING FUN

conversations with yeonjun always lead the most unexpected places, and this one ends up with you driving with him to the supermarket. one day, you’re taking walks and playing frisbee with yeonjun, the next you’re grocery shopping with him because he’s had a whim to cook dinner for everyone. oh, how fast the night changes.. or however that one direction song goes.

“do you like spaghetti?” he asks, approaching the shelves stacked with different types of pasta.

“think before you ask me if i like pasta again, yeonjun,” you shoot back, inspecting the packets with your hands clasped behind your back. “wow, it’s been so long since i’ve been grocery shopping. taehyun never trusts me to get stuff and that’s how we end up with only peanut butter.”

yeonjun chuckles as he scans the shelves for the kind he likes and you shuffle around a lot, making little noises at all the cute shapes in the different packings. “they have heart-shaped pasta?!” you hold up the pink package excitedly at yeonjun who closes in on you with a fond smile.

“hmm, i think i get why taehyun never lets you come grocery shopping,” he starts, “it says here this a kids’ pasta.”

you regard him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed scowl on face, “you’re saying i have to be a kid to eat heart-shaped pasta? i don’t ever want to talk to you again.”

yeonjun is in a fit of laughter but he reaches out for your wrist as you pretend to walk away anyway with a hurried, “no, no, i think we should get the heart-shaped pasta.”

the rest of your trip is you roaming around being pulled off by the obscure brands and unusual types of foods while yeonjun grabs the ingredients you’ll actually need for dinner. about fifteen minutes later, when he’s done checking off everything on his list, he finds you typing away on your phone.

he catches a glimpse of the notes app on your phone and smiles as he comes to stand in front of you, “what’s up?”

“ohh, are you done?” you look away, “i got some ideas. i’ll use them for future pieces.”

“you’re done with your portfolio?” he asks. and you nod, eyes twinkling as the two of you head to the counter, “yep, i guess your plan with the park wasn’t completely a fail. it was not bad, really not bad.”

yeonjun laughs, piling the items for the worker to bill them. you gasp at the sight of a dark purple container, “you got blueberry jam?”

(fuck, his heart skips a beat. cheesy but valid. you look like you have hearts in your eyes.) “yeah, i saw it and thought you’d like it.”

you crack a delighted smile and even though both of you are paying for the groceries, you feel like you’ve been gifted the world. “i think i love you.” (you’re only joking. …right?)

—

“taehyun!!! beomgyu!!! soobin!!!!” you holler into the house, setting up five wine glasses around the table, “dinner’s ready!”

beomgyu is the first to come out, summoned by the smell of food, gaping at the fancy set-up of the two casseroles on the table, one bigger for the spaghetti and a small dedicated to your heart pasta. “woah, this looks insane,” he comments and calls out for the other two.

yeonjun emerges from the kitchen, the bottle of red wine you’d picked out with your hands. you hadn’t been the most helpful in the conquest of the pasta ingredients but you knew a thing or two about wine. this one was one the cheaper side so you didn’t have the greatest expectations for it, but it’ll have to do.

taehyun and soobin make it to the table five minutes later, shocked at seeing a table full of homemade meal. “is this, like, you and yeonjun announcing that you’re officially a couple?” soobin asks. (he’s not joking. the way the two of you stare down at the dinner you’ve put together proudly truly has him convinced that you’re finally over the pining.)

clearly this is not the case but the sight of both of you turning as red as the spaghetti for dinner is enough to elicit a few chortles from all of them. “honestly… shut up, soobin,” yeonjun scolds and you take a seat at the table wordlessly.

the dinner is an experience. it’s been a while since any of you have had good home-cooked food like this, the past few weeks having been cluttered with take-out meals and the extent of cooking you’ve done involves frozen food.

“this is so good,” you hold up a heart pasta, waving it in the air at everyone, and then at yeonjun, “i told you this would be good. it’s so good.”

“judging from the way you’re acting like a child, i’m guessing you’re done with your portfolio?”

you glare at taehyun but nod anyway, shooting him a thumbs up, “done and dusted, sir. i even managed to proof-read it before submitting it this time.”

yeonjun has been sitting beside you, eyes round with adoration at everything you say. you can’t blame him, you’d changed into a white dress with puff-sleeves before dinner which doesn’t only fit the mood but single-handedly creates it, and it’s a rare thing to see you in a dress so casually.

taehyun smiles, “i’m proud of you. even though you’re doing the bare minimum by completing your work on time.”

you roll your eyes at his twisted way of affection, the words on the tip of your tongue dying out when yeonjun leans into you suddenly, arm reaching out for the bottle of wine beside you. he shoots you a half-smile when he meets your gaze, pouring some out for you. as he returns to his position, he says under his breath, “try not to spill this on yourself, babe.”

you hold in the giddy breath that almost escapes your throat at his words, but you can’t stop the mellow feeling that blooms in your chest, eyes following him as he pours some wine for the others, too. was it the wine that was mellow or yeonjun’s voice? (hint: it was the moment of his love for you that was mellow.)

you make it through dinner, occasionally asserting the supremity of your heart-shaped pasta for kids here and there, but overall, overwhelmed by the man by your side. when everyone’s finished eating and lazing around the sofa, beers in hand (”wine is for sissies,” beomgyu aims at you because he knows you hate it when he says that, “let’s get beer guys.”), you take to the balcony with a glass full of wine to yourself.

the night air is pleasant after the warm atmosphere inside the house and you breathe through your mouth a few times, to calm your nerves. you can feel yeonjun’s eyes on you from the living room but choose to stay still, welcoming the feeling of spacing out in solitude.

“you alright?” his voice greets your ears not two moments later. (is he really close to you right now? or is the balcony just too small for two people?)

you hum affirmatively. then, you look at him, a light laugh leaving your chest. you’re leaning into his side now, you enjoy his warmth. “i’m good.”

“didn’t know wine could make you drunk,” he breathes, heart in his throat.

you shake your head at him, “i’m not drunk.” you hesitate and then, “at best, i’m tipsy.”

“i was talking about myself. i feel drunk. ‘s never happened before.”

you frown, throwing a careless glance over your shoulder, “beer and wine? yeah, that’ll make you drunk.”

“i didn’t have any beer,” he reveals. when you narrow your eyes, he continues, “i’m not lying. i don’t like to mix the two. i’ve read it gives you headaches.”

you stay silent, holding your breath for no special reason. (…)

“besides, once i start something, i like committing to it.” if his words themselves aren’t meaningful enough, the soft look on his face is full of unmistakable love.

“you’re not just talking about wine,” at first, it’s a statement you speak, your gaze fixed. then, memories of your past hurt rush in and you finish with an uncertain, “are you?”

“i’m not,” his voice is hushed and you feel there isn’t a moment lost between when he says his words and when you hear them. you’re so close to him, in all meanings of the word. “do you still hate me?”

you’re a little stunned by the jarring question. “i didn’t hate you. really, it was… something internal. like a dilemma. a phase, almost? i don’t think i could hate you if i wanted to.”

“you think?” you can feel his words inside of yourself now, even though you doubt either of you have moved any closer to each other.

yeonjun’s heart is on fire, destructive but determined. his hand brushes back your hair. “you’re so pretty when you wear your hair down.”

you hide your face in your shoulder, away from him, flustered that his words have such an effect on you. you’ve been complimented before. with much more zest, with more elaboration. but this is different. you feel like yeonjun is holding you.

he chuckles, “are you okay?”

you pull yourself away, swallowing, but not making eye-contact with him yet. “that’s the first time you’ve called me pretty.”

“that’s the first time you’ve heard me calling you pretty,” he corrects you. his fingers are in your hair again, this time to make you look at him. “you should listen to my thoughts sometime.”

you laugh and he’s moving closer, both his hands coming to your face. your hands move from where they’ve been clasping the balcony railing for dear life and find yeonjun’s waist, silently beckoning him nearer.

when your noses touch, yeonjun hums, “i’m crazy for you, y/n.”

you want to chuckle at his silly phrasing but instead, you’re saying it back, “fuck, i’m the crazy one, yeonjun. i’ve—” you stop your words, suddenly hesitant.

but yeonjun is firm, his lips hovering over yours and his question will you kiss me? unanswered because you’re already kissing him when he asks you.

(this kiss is. . . not bad.)

—

EPILOGUE: A SELF-AWARE SLANDER OF SHORT STORIES

“so…” your voice struggles to stay stable as you prop yourself on your elbows, yeonjun’s arms never letting loose of your sides. “when you say you’re crazy, is it that you’re crazy for me or crazy because of me?”

yeonjun stops in the middle of the tantrum he’s throwing with his buried in your neck. he blows out air through his mouth and you giggle, your hands pulling him up by the hair. “answer me!”

he sighs, “i don’t know, babe. both? neither? either.”

“come on, there’s a fundamental difference between the two,” you whine, “am i a symptom of your craziness or the cause of it?” he stays motionless, lips pressing against your cheek. you add, “just so you know, there’s no right answer. i’m honored to be either.”

“god, i can’t believe you’re using your boyfriend as material that’s going to be read by your entire class. a class of pretentious, sleep-deprived kids. they’ll hate me, y/n.”

you groan, kissing yeonjun’s ear lightly, “not true! you’re a very cute boyfriend.”

“so you are using me for your creative writing class?”

you pause and yeonjun flops onto the bad, pouting and feigning a cold shoulder. “the audacity of women these days!”

“hey!” you pull him back into you, “i’ll have you know that my love language is turning people into literature.”

yeonjun’s pout is already fading when taehyun’s voice breaks into your room (you should probably re-inforce the rule about knocking now that there’s a half-naked man in your room more often than not). “that’s true. she’s already written a story about me.”

your boyfriend’s interest is piqued at this, his eyes jumping between taehyun and you. “what? really?? and you haven’t written about me?”

“i’m trying to! you’re not making it easy.”

“did you ask him all these questions when you wrote a whole story about him?” taehyun cackles in glee at yeonjun’s returning pout.

you roll your eyes, “yeonjunie, it was a short story— the most unromantic form of literature. i’m basically saying i would rather write a bunch of boring description than even think about having sex with him.”

“hmm, it seemed like a pretty enthusiastic piece to me,” taehyun supplies unhelpfully. you glare at him. if you weren’t in just your bra, you would’ve gotten up to shut the door in his face.

“babe, i’m having serious doubts—”

you quickly shut down yeonjun’s whining, “i want to write a poem about you, my love. that’s why i’m asking you so much. it takes a little more to be properly romantic! i want to be truthful.”

he hesitates and you kiss his nose to seal the deal. taehyun groans in defeat, “gross. i just came here to get your asses to brunch. hyuka’s brought mint chocolate snacks from home so we need someone to handle him, so please hurry,” he starts to close the door as he leaves, but stops when the two of you make no move to wake up, “and you’d better not start fucking now! nobody needs to hear that this early in the morning, especially not poor hyuka.”

you laugh into yeonjun’s chest as he shouts back comforting words to taehyun. his lips attach to your shoulder. “i love you, y/n. you’re the explanation for my craziness.”

you shift to look back at him, smile widening, “hm, that’s interesting. can i quickly write that down-? okay, okay, sorry, i was kidding, love, come back here!!”

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Everything’s Fine. ~ Part 2

Thank you @lonelystarsstuff for the request for a more angsty part 2, I hope you like it!

Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader & Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1383

Part 1

Summary: You've been seeing both Zoro and Sanji for awhile now, and now they've each been seeing one of your friends. How well do you handle sharing your boys after some time has passed?

Rating/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader Insert, Polyamory, Angst, Pet Names, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Relationship Drama

A/N: These blurbs are from the We've All Got Needs series (sometime after part 9), however won't fit in that storyline because I've got other plans. I hope you enjoy these, and the drama coming up in future installments!

Sanji Seeing Someone

It’s supposed to be my day.

Sanji leaned over the table to kiss Nami softly. You tried to look away, but they both looked so happy. So lost in each other

You lost your appetite. Luffy took your food, of course.

Wouldn’t want to waste it, and see Sanji hurt.

Not that he would even notice now.

I hate this feeling. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. He’s been so good with sharing me.

But you couldn’t get the lump of nausea out of your throat.

You noticed that he’d focus more on you during your days, but he still went to her. Still praised her, still winked at her, still kissed her when he handed her the same treats he’d made for you.

She grinned at you, and you desperately wanted to feel happy for your friend. But you couldn’t get there.

“Y/N, dear?”

Your eyes closed for a moment as you were almost out the galley door.

Turning slowly, Sanji stood with his plate of breakfast looking confused. You usually stayed with him after meals on his days.

His brows furrowed as he saw your breathing, too angry to keep your body steady.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“It’s nothing. I just need to catch up on work.”

He left his plate on the table, moving toward you with concern in his eyes. He reached toward your face, and you couldn’t stop yourself from stiffening at his touch. He looked liked you’d slapped him.

Fuck, why am I being such a bitch?

But you couldn’t shame yourself out of it.

Nami is so useful to the crew. I’ve been doing almost nothing since I started seeing the boys. I need to remember why I’m here in the first place.

Especially if Sanji can’t even remember when it’s my day for his affections.

“Y/N, are you mad at-“

“I’ve been spending too much time in here everyday. I need to do my part.”

“O-Of course, darling. Can I bring you anything while you work?"

“No, thank you.”

You hated every second of this, but your mind kept getting flooded with images of him with Nami.

It’s true. I’ve been so lost in being pampered, I haven’t been myself.

You left him in the middle of the kitchen, determined to find yourself again.

I can’t forget why I’m on this ship.

You propped yourself up with your field notes next to Chopper, realizing you couldn’t remember the last time you worked beside him.

I won’t lose myself again.

As Time Passes

As more time passed, you found yourself getting engrossed in your work again. It felt good to me practicing your skills, being creative with your projects, and being useful. The scent of dried flowers pressed to preserve their shape. The scratch of your pencil softly capturing every detail of the specimens you’d picked up on the way. I’m going to find plants on the Grand Line that no one has seen before. I’ll find out their uses, I’ll help people. You found yourself spending less and less time with the boys, even on their days with you.

Sanji seemed hurt when you'd first asked for more time to work, but he was quickly caught up in more time with Nami. The festering anger you started to feel made you sick, and you kept focused on yourself.

He always liked her more than me anyway.

You pushed that thought away, but after time went on even your time together was feeling strained.

Until Sanji started going overboard.

You woke to a soft knock at your door, and he paraded in with breakfast in bed.

“My beautiful, Y/N. I’m sorry, I couldn't wait a moment longer to see your perfect face this morning.”

“Sanji-”

“Not to worry, dear. Whatever you need today, I am here to serve. I’ll make your favorite latte to help you focus on your work if you like. Or a back rub to help you relax?”

You laughed at him, still not fully awake.

“Sanji, I’m fine. I’ve just got some work to do.”

“Will you be making supplies in the kitchen with me?”

“Not today.”

Sanji swallowed, his shoulders slumping a bit. Feeling guilty, you took a breath.

“How about I stay with you after lunch for a bit before heading back?”

His eyes lit up, and he practically ran toward you, showering you with kisses.

“Thank you, my sweet, every second in your presence is heavenly. I’m so lucky to have you, my darling. My beautif-”

You couldn’t stop laughing now, gently pushing him off so you could get up.

You pulled him into a hug, having a feeling why he might even be more over the top lately.

“I’ll see you at lunch, Sanji.”

You sighed into his soft kiss. Your hurt was still there. It didn’t feel like it used to with him.

I guess we need to talk about it.

Zoro Seeing Someone

“Hey, Needy?”

You’d followed him out on deck, happy to watch his morning training routine before he took you in the shower again.

Robin waved at you with a teasing smile as she found a spot on deck to read. Blushing, you looked back at Zoro, only to find his eyes trained on Robin.

Your gut twisted uncomfortably, and you felt too awkward to stand and watch him like a cheerleader while he looked at her.

Fidgeting for a few moments, you went back inside.

He can find me when he’s done.

You had your head in the cupboard, looking for more ideas to share with Usopp for his ammo.

“I wondered where my Needy girl was hiding.”

For the first time since he gave it to you, the nickname didn’t feel comfortable.

I don’t just want to be needy. I want to be needed.

You turned to find him glistening with sweat, breathing heavy, ready to take you over, make you forget everything. Again.

“I’ve got some work to do, Zoro.”

His head tilted, brow tensing slightly as he looked at you.

“You alright, Needy?”

Letting out a breath, you touched his hand, the skin hot in yours.

“All good, I just want to get some work done today.”

He stared for a minute, seeming to size you up.

“Alright weirdo, see you later?”

“Mmhm.”

You turned back to your work, waiting to hear his footsteps out the door.

As Time Passes

A heavy knock at your door jolted you from your work. Standing from your desk you opened the door to find Zoro leaning against the frame.

“Hi, what’s up?”

He frowned at you.

“What’s up with you, Needy?”

With a sigh, you stepped back and let him in.

“I’m working on monographs from the last island. I’d like to finish up before we land anywhere else, it takes a lot of time.”

He crossed his arms.

“I didn’t know you wanted a break today.”

“We don’t need to have sex every time it’s your day, Zoro.”

His brows tensed, body stiffening at your words.

“That’s not what I meant. I… I mean we. We haven’t even talked today, Needy. I thought it was our day.”

Your head fell back to look at the ceiling as you sighed, stepping further away from him.

“I’ve got a lot to do, Zoro. I’m not like you, the fighters, and the devil fruit users. I can’t fight. I have to use my other skills to be useful.”

His face softened, his arms uncrossing to reach for you.

“You are useful to this crew, Needy. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.

You wanted to believe him as he held you, but you couldn’t get the image of how he looked at Robin out of your head. The respect, the admiration. She was so strong, powerful. He’d never look at you the way he looks at her.

“Th-Thank you. I really need to get back to work, Zoro.”

He kissed the top of your head before pulling back to look at you. He still looked concerned, but he let you go.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right, Needy?”

Your stomach dropped, a feeling of nausea and shame swirling in you.

Why can’t I just tell him how I’m feeling?

But you couldn’t form the words, feeling too hurt and ashamed with yourself to manage it.

“Everything’s fine.”

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okay i’m obsessed with legend of zelda at the moment, i’m late and trying to finish up the first game so i can start the new one so here’s some headcanons because all i can think about is hawks atm

s/o that is obsessed with video games headcanons:

hawks:

hawks was not allowed to play video games when he was young

so he never played video games, considering his focus as an adult was on his career he never had any time for hobbies, it wasn’t even a thing that crossed his mind

but then there’s you

hawks starts dating you and once you hit the comfortable with each other period he realizes how much you really love video games

it starts with late night hang outs at your apartment and you ask if it’s okay if you play the game you’ve been playing

of course he’s okay if he can sit on your couch and hold you while you play, it’s not like he’s that interested in tv, he just wants to be with you

it’s confusing at first, your in the middle of whatever game has your interest at the moment

he asks a lot of questions but it makes you happy he’s actually interested

you’re very patient in your explanation

whatever you miss you’re sure to add onto as you encounter it in the story

he’s surprised at how interested he gets in the story

he wouldn’t think games were that interesting much less watching someone else play it

he’s not a back seat gamer, at least not an annoying one

when he does make comments or suggestions their funny or actually helpful

you’re always surprised when he suggests the right solution on the first try, makes you wonder if he’s the one that should be playing

when the two of you are more serious, like living together and all of that, he is the first to suggest a new game

oh, the sequel to the game you love is coming out?

he didn’t just preorder it he preordered the new console with exclusive theming

you always protest and say what you have is fine but he insists you get the best and newest

you realize this is his way of participating and providing so you don’t fight back after you understand

it makes him happy to spoil you and you won’t take that away from him even if you think it’s a bit unnecessary

the time you spend playing your game while hawks cuddles you and watches becomes sacred

he’s fully invested in every storyline

he gets sad when you do main story missions when he’s gone but he understands that he is often busy with work

you make it a point to only do pointless side missions and exploring while he’s not at home

and you always give him full details on what he misses

“i found this secret spot” “oh earlier i got this great loot”

at first he thinks it’s such a great coincidence that he always is there for the important stuff but then he realizes what your doing

it makes his heart flutter, how considerate you are even in the smallest things

you try to get him into multiplayer games since he insists that he doesn’t have time to play the big story games you love

and you do it so well that he’s more than happy to watch then to play them himself

friday night mario kart becomes a thing, you definitely go easy on him so he doesn’t feel bad but it’s hard trying to pretend in front of him

the two of you play stardew valley together from time to time and he loves the simplicity of it and working together

he hates when you go to the mines alone even though they stress him out

anyways hawks is the most supportive boyfriend/husband when it comes to video games

he will buy you every game you want and play whatever co-op you suggest and watch whatever game your playing and be fully invested

#hawks x reader #hawks #bnha x reader #mha x reader #takami keigo x reader #mha #bnha #headcanons #my writing

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 3 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 3 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-44 to 7-50.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-44

Silver: Zzzz….zzzz…

Sebek: Zzzz……zzzz…..

Lilia: Zzzz…..zz….

Everyone: zzz……

Grim: zzz…...zzzz….

Ortho: ……………………

(Cyberspace)

Ortho: ….Aaah! ….Phew, I was finally able to break out of my gear! Since I uploaded my data using the school’s public WLAN network, it took quite a while.

(Beep)

Ortho: Thank goodness. Neither my AI program nor my memory appear to be crashing. And I was able to preserve all my recordings, as well.

(Ortho plays back his recording from the going away party)

Crowley: Draconia-kun!? Just what are you intending to do here!?

Grim: Yikes! All my fur’s standing on end!

(An alarm sounds)

Ortho: A rapid accumulation of blot has been detected within a 10 meter radius. A magical disaster emergency alert has been issued. Immediate evacuation and further precautionary measures are advised.

Crowley: A magical disaster!? Augh…. Everyone! I permit you to use offensive magic! Stop Draconia-kun!

Malleus: Stand back, you fools.

Lilia: Stop it, Malleus!! That’s enough!!

Malleus: O Spinning Wheel of Fate, spin thy thread of calamity. I, the King of the Abyss, shall bestow upon thee… a blessing.

Everyone: Zzzz…..zzz…..

(The recording ends)

Ortho: ….It appears that Malleus Draconia-san’s magic affected my magical reactor and caused my gear to shut down. It’s unbelievable… My armor is comprised of anti-magic materials that Styx developed, and yet his spell penetrated it like it was nothing… Just how strong is this guy…. The large amount of blot and magic activated the magical disaster emergency alert system I have installed in my gear, but…. Seeing as the network is in working order, that probably means the school facilities weren’t destroyed when he attacked. The timestamp on my crash report is 21:18…. I know my magical circuits got fried, but I don’t recall my gear getting destroyed. Since I transferred myself to the network in a panic, I wasn’t able to fully retrieve all of my data. I’m really worried about the other partygoers…. But first I have to make sure big brother is okay!

Episode 7-45

Idia: Zzzz…..zzz…..

Ortho: Big brother! Are you okay!? Oh, thank goodness! You don’t appear to be injured anywhere. Perhaps the effects from Malleus Draconia-san’s magic didn’t spread further than Diasomnia?

Idia: Zzz…..z….

Ortho: I’d normally hate to wake you up when you’re sleeping so peacefully…. But this is an emergency! First, I’ll just connect to the wireless speakers…. There. BIG BROTHER! SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAS HAPPENED! WAKE UP!

Idia: Zzzz…..zzzzz…. *mumbles*

Ortho: THIS REALLY ISN’T THE TIME TO BE GETTING SOME BEAUTY SLEEP! BIG BROOOTHEEEER!

Idia: Zzz….zzzz…..

Ortho: Fine, if it’s gonna be that way….

Ortho: Haaaah, haaah….! I tried transferring my data to my spare gears, but the magic circuits are fried in all of them, and I can’t even get them to move a single inch. Since I’m able to operate devices that just run on electricity, I tried playing some Precipice Moirai songs at a loud volume from the speakers in this room, and moving around the cleaning robots, but… ALL OF THEM HAD ZERO EFFECT!

Ortho: Big brother, normally, no matter how deeply you sleep… All somebody has to do is play Precipice Moirai’s hit single “Cut the Thread of Fate!” and you’ll fly out of bed and start doing that weird dance… I can’t even pick up anything to throw at you. I feel like I’m more fleeting than a ghost right now…. I wonder if anyone else is awake? I’ll hack into the security cameras and take a look.

(Ignihiyde Dorm - Lounge)

Ortho: Ah, I think I see some people over there. As expected of Ignihyde students, some of them ended up not going to the party. I’ll just connect to the dorm’s speaker system and… HEEEY!

Ignihyde Students: ……..

Ortho: Hey! You two sitting in the dorm lounge. Could you please come to the housewarden’s room… Ah.

Ignihyde Students: Zzzz…..zzz….

Ortho: They’re asleep. Could it be…. All the “living people” in the school are…? This is unbelievable….. Did the effects from Malleus Draconia-san’s magic spread all the way to…. I’ll go outside and check.

(Main Street)

Ortho: !? …What is this? The whole school is covered in thorns. And there’s a thick fog of blot as far as the security camera can see…. …No way. Did it also reach outside the school?

(Town at the foot of the mountain)

Townspeople: Zzzzz…zzz….

(Royal Sword Academy)

Royal Sword Academy Students: Zzzzz….zzzz….

(Idia’s room)

Ortho: It’s not just within Night Raven College…. Everyone on Sage’s Island is… No, not just the people. The animals…. And the insects and the fish… Every living thing is asleep. And the only one awake is…. Me? He took the whole island under his control in a matter of seconds…. That’s insane. That’s, like, beyond using cheat codes. For the time being, I need to get off this island. I’ll utilize the submarine network cables and transfer my data over to Styx via the branch office they have in the Land of Dawning. Wait for me, big brother!

(Ortho disappears from the terminal in Idia’s room, and then reappears there a moment later)

Ortho: …Huh? I was trying to leave the island, so how come I ended up back here in big brother’s room? I’ll try again….!

(Ortho tries to leave again, and is sent back to the terminal)

Ortho: Uwaaah! There’s a powerful energy field covering the island, and even if I try to leave along the undersea cables, I keep being forced back here. It’s like the whole island is cut off from the rest of the world…. Huh?

Ortho: ….What? 21:18? No, that can’t be! It took me half an hour alone just to upload all my AI data to the network… And at least another half hour has passed since I came to big brother’s room. No, wait a second. …I’ve got screenshots of the clocks I saw when I was checking the security camera earlier. …I’ll just enlarge the images and stabilize the pixels…. All the clocks on the island read 21:18. Could it be that time has…. stopped on the island?

Episode 7-46

Ortho: Could it be that time has…. stopped on the island? And that’s why I keep being forced back here every time I try to leave? I-In other words, the spell that Malleus Draconia-San cast wasn’t for putting living beings to sleep, it was to suspend spacetime - suspend everything - within the domain his magic controls? That’s crazy! That kind of magic is the stuff of legends! It’s not something you see except for in history textbooks. Do mages who can control spacetime really exist? That’s… That’s the definition of a “living disaster”…………..

Ortho: What should I do? I feel like we… got dragged into something terrible. I need to contact Styx as soon as possible. But how? My gear won’t move, and I can’t get out via the internet. I’m certain that my magical disaster emergency alert activated just before Malleus-san’s magic did. As long as Styx was able to receive my alert, then… But what if… If Malleus-san’s magic doesn’t just suspend spacetime, but also has a damaging effect on a lifeform’s body and mind… Then there’s a possibility their bodies will begin to breakdown as they continue to sleep, as they won’t be able to replenish their nutritional stores. I can’t just wait around for help to arrive. But I don’t know that I can even do anything in this state, if I can’t even move my gear. …………….. No, wait a second. Big brother’s tablet…. It’s supposed to be able to connect to Styx’s experimental broadband satellite uplink.

Ortho: Since Sage’s Island is pretty isolated, big brother was worried about whether the school's network would hold up during an emergency…. And he was saying, “No matter what kind of natural disaster we get wrapped up in, the one thing I don’t wanna run out of is my dailies.” And so he secretly installed an antenna on that big tree that’s behind campus. I’ll use a remote control app that’s on big brother’s computer to boot up his tablet… Here goes! And then we just go into the network settings…. Ah!! It worked! It’s connected to the uplink! The connection speed is… E-Eww! It’s so slow!! It’s barely 1/10th as fast as a 4G cellular connection. I know big brother said before that it’s just an experimental unit, and not one for practical use, but still! This is slow as molasses! It’s worse than ADSL!! I’ve never in my life come across speeds this bad!

Ortho: And what’s worse, since there’s very few communications satellites I can use, I’ll only be able to connect to it for a few hours each day. I was just barely able to establish a connection just now, but I have no idea when it’ll get cut off. Oh, man…. My data is absolutely massive. Even if I’m lucky enough to be able to upload all my data up to the communications satellite….　Will I be able to make it to Styx’s private gateway? What if I get stranded up there in outer space… No, I have no other option. The only who can ride along those radio waves, get through that magical barrier, and escape this island is me, the AI. I have to go.

Idia: zzzzz…..zzzzzzzz… *mumbles*

Ortho: I’m going, big brother…. To space!

Episode 7-47

Styx Technician B: A magical disaster emergency alert has been received from LOD Area 9-40, timestamped 21:18! The sender’s ID is…. Magical Humanoid ORTHO! …!? Wait, what is this? The alert stops right at 21:18, and the transmission just ends there.

Styx Technician C: I’m pulling up the logs from the blot measurement devices in that LOD area. It appears a large-scale magical disaster has occurred on Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician B: The logs cut off immediately after the disaster occurred. Details on the extent of the damage are unknown.

Man wearing a Helmet: Did you say… Sage’s Island?

Technicians: Chief!

Styx Technician A: I see you’ve returned to headquarters.

Chief: Yes. We need to confirm the extent of the damage as soon as possible.

(beep beep)

Narrator: The number you are trying to call cannot be reached.

Chief: …..I can’t reach Idia’s phone, either. It’s possible he and Ortho got caught up in the disaster together. Contact the Magical Force office that’s on Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician A: Yes, sir! ……….Chief!

Chief: What is it?

Styx Technician A: I can’t get through to the office!

Styx Technician B: We’ve also tried contacting the police and fire departments and the private shipping companies on the island, but we’re not able to get through to any of them! We’re running into some sort of radio interference.

Chief: What!?

Styx Technician C: I’m accessing the latest aerial footage of Sage’s Island from our observation satellites! I’ll pull it up on the monitor.

Everyone: !?

Chief: What…. Is that? “Something” is…. completely covering Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician B: Based on the observation satellite’s magical optical sensor, it appears to be an energy field created by magic.

Chief: So there was a high concentration of blot at the time of the disaster, and the whole entire is covered in an energy field… It’s possible that the people on the island… that my sons are already…

Woman wearing a helmet: It’s alright. I’m confident they’re still alive.

Styx Technician C: Head engineer!

Chief: They’re still alive…. How can you be so sure, Head Engineer?

Head Engineer: It’s just the opinion of an engineer, based on the data we’ve been able to ascertain so far, Chief…. Is what I’d like to say. It’s my “mother’s hunch”, papa.

Chief: ….But I thought that engineers despise baseless “hunches” more than anything else?

Head Engineer: You could also argue that hunches are simply real time calculations based on all the experiences - all the “data” you’ve acquired so far. Pessimism won’t improve things one bit. Let’s all try to be a little positive here. You’re absolutely certain the emergency alert came from Ortho?

Styx Technician B: Correct. But we’ve had complete radio silence from him ever since.

Head Engineer: Hmm…. It’s possible either his gear was damaged, or that energy field is blocking his transmissions…. Don’t we have an experimental communications satellite we launched some time ago?

Styx Technician B: Huh? Ah, y-yes. But it’s far from being ready for practical use… Presently, we’re only using it to pick up the logs transmitted by blot measurement devices located in mountainous areas with poor reception.

Head Engineer: ….I see. It should work just fine, then.

Styx Technician B: It should work? My apologies, Head Engineer. But I’m not quite getting the big picture here….

Head Engineer: Can you send me the past three years of access logs for that satellite?

Styx Technician B: R-Right away.

Head Engineer: …I knew it! Looks like someone in LOD Area 9-40 has been hacking into the satellite for some time now. Maybe you think you covered up your tracks, but you can’t fool your mama! …….*sigh* Make sure you keep an eye on that communication satellite’s access logs.

Styx Technician B: U-Understood…. But, why?

Head Engineer: I’ve got a feeling a shooting star will be flying on by sometime soon.

Chief: Is that another one of your “mother’s hunches”, mom?

Head Engineer: No, Chief. This one is an “engineer’s hunch”.

Styx Technician A: Magical Special Operations unit Charon has reached the aerial perimeter above Sage’s Island.

Charon: Hepta Team reporting in. We have visual confirmation that Sage’s Island is inside the energy field, and we’re not seeing any damage to the residential areas.

Chief / Head Engineer: *sigh in relief*

Charon: We attempted making landfall on the island but were unable to breach the energy field. It’s too powerful.

Head Engineer: So you couldn’t even get through when you used the powered armor’s magic shield?

Charon: Affirmative. The target’s energy output surpasses what our magic shields can handle. One powered armor unit on auto-pilot mode was captured by the target. Additionally, the energy field appears to be gradually expanding.

Chief: Expanding?

Charon: Affirmative. The field’s perimeter is expanding at an approximate rate of 6-9 kilometers per hour and is encroaching into the surrounding waters.

Chief: Notify the Land of Dawning and have them issue an immediate evacuation warning to residents on the surrounding islands.

Styx Technician A: Yes, sir. Right away.

Head Engineer: Get me an anchor into that energy field. I want to get a better idea of just what kinds of magical forces it’s comprised of.

Charon: Understood.

Chief: Those black thorns covering the island… Just where have I seen something like this before….

Head Engineer: Chief?

(An alarm blares)

Styx Technician B: !! We’ve received a transmission from that experimental communications satellite!

Head Engineer: It’s here! What’s the sender’s ID!?

Styx Technician B: It’s ORTHO!

Episode 7-48

(An alarm blares)

Styx Technician B: !! We’ve received a transmission from that experimental communications satellite!

Head Engineer: It’s here! What’s the sender’s ID!?

Styx Technician B: It’s ORTHO!

Ortho: Thi… is.. Or…. Styx… ….you copy…..

Head Engineer: Yes! He did it! I thought for certain your big bro would do something or other to ensure he’d always have internet access. So I figured he must’ve been the one hacking into that communications satellite all this time!

Chief: So Idia’s once again been doing as he pleases with Styx equipment, huh…. *sigh*

Head Engineer: Apply a digital filter and noise reduction on his transmission! And align the gateway’s antenna towards that satellite!

Ortho: Mayday, mayday. This is Ortho. Styx headquarters, do you copy?

Chief: Roger that. Can you hear me, Ortho?

Head Engineer: Or-kun! It’s mama!

Ortho: Dad! Mom! Oh, thank goodness. I finally made it through.

Head Engineer: Or-kun, are you hurt anywhere!? Is your big bro okay!? What the heck is that energy field?? Oh, it must’ve been so scary….!

Chief: Ahem! Please calm yourself a little bit, Head Engineer. Ortho, can you explain what’s going on for us?

Ortho: Yes. The files from my video recordings are really big, so I’ll just playback the audio.

Chief: ….I see. In short, that powerful energy field that’s surrounding Sage’s Island is being caused by Malleus Draconia’s magic - the crown prince of Briar Valley himself.

Ortho: Yeah. And his magic appears to be cutting off the island from the rest of the world… Even the passage of time there is under his control right now. And all the lifeforms within the barrier have been cast into a deep sleep.

Chief: …That déjà vu I was feeling earlier when I saw the island covered in black thorns… Now I get it. This spell bears a striking resemblance to the legends of the Thorn Fairy. I remember seeing illustrations of her powers in old literature. It makes sense to me, seeing as a fae was the one who cast the spell…. And since he’s descended from the Draconia family and all.

Head Engineer: Everything within that energy field is under his magic’s control…. “Domain Control”… It’s an ancient form of magic, where you can alter everything within the domain of your magic at will.

Chief: The fae have governed over the changes of the seasons and the upheavals in the planet’s crust ever since the age of myths. I’d heard that even now they utilize magic that’s connected to the planet, but this is…. This is beyond anything I could’ve imagined. For him to cast a spell of this scope…. There’s no doubt he must’ve overblotted in the process.

Ortho: My internal cameras only recorded up to the point when he activated his magic. But judging by the concentration of blot that I had detected right before my systems were shut down… There’s definitely a high possibility he’s overblotted.

Chief: And if that’s the case, we’ll just keep trying to constrain the expansion of his magical domain as much as we can. And once he burns through all his magic, then…

Head Engineer: Hold on a second. Some fae can draw in magical energy from nature around them, in addition to using their own internal magical stores. A prime example would be the fae who rule over the elements of fire and water. What if… What if Malleus also possesses such an ability?

Chief: You’re saying his spell would never be broken, and his magical domain would just continue to grow? If that’s the case, then it’s possible his domain could expand even beyond the Land of Dawning, and the whole world would eventually fall under his control…

Ortho: Oh, no. Don’t tell me…. That’s why he’s been slowly expanding his domain, little by little….?

Everyone: ………

Head Engineer: We working with way too little information right now….. Let’s contact Briar Valley and ask if they can provide us more data on Malleus Draconia.

Chief: I heard that the previous head of the family, Aidne Shroud, had a lot of difficulties when communicating with the Valley, but…. We’ll give it a shot. And we can’t just sit around waiting for them to respond. In the meantime, we need to work on rescuing the islanders.

Head Engineer: Top priority will be to figure out that energy field and try to find a way to force the spell to be broken, then.

Chief: But everything within Malleus’s magical domain is under his control, right? I fear it won’t be possible to even send the Charon inside.

Head Engineer: And that’s why we need to hurry and come up with something that can break through that energy field!

Chief: But even if you’re able to create such a device…. We have no idea what will happen once they enter his domain. The AI we have equipped in the powered armor that’s onsite has a hard time making ad hoc decisions. There’s no telling if they’ll be able to bring back any helpful data for us to analyze…

Head Engineer: That said, it’s way too dangerous to send in manned units. I’ll try asking the AI engineers if they can provide an upgrade for us, but…. Oooh, if only big bro were here right now!

Ortho: You guys should send me in.

Chief / Head Engineer: What!?

Ortho: As we speak, I’m the most advanced form of autonomous AI in the world. I’ll be able to accurately assess the situation and bring back the data you guys need. I know Malleus-san is an incredible fae who’s able to use disaster-level magic, but… I exist outside the realm of “Nature” that fae are able to interfere with. I’m a product of science that was created by man - by my genius big brother. My magical reactor plays the role of my gear’s heart, and as long it doesn’t shut down, then even Malleus Draconia-san’s magic won’t be able to overwrite my *program. As proof of that, just consider how I was able to escape from the barrier. Don’t you guys agree? But the gear I’ve got right now won’t operate within that energy field. So that’s why I’d like you to make me some new gear, mom. Gear I can use even inside Malleus-san’s domain!

Head Engineer: That’s way too dangerous! We haven’t even finished analyzing the composition of the energy field yet. Even if you’re able to get in, we have no idea if you’ll be able to come back again. And if your core gets destroyed before you’re able to transfer all your data, then you’ll…..!

Ortho: Huh, what’s going on? The reception out here’s getting bad…. Uh-oh, the satellite is passing into the planet’s shadow!

Head Engineer: What!? Now you hold on just a second, Or-kun!! We aren’t done talking yet!

Ortho: I’ll segment my configuration data and start sending it over to Styx in packets. I won’t be able to talk with you guys for a while, but… If you guys haven’t started making something for me by the time I come home… Me and “Cerberus” will see to it that all the sprinklers on the Island of Woe can’t be turned off. Okay, bye-bye!

(Ortho departs)

Chief: Ortho, wait!

Head Engineer: Or-kun! Geez! You’re going to be sorry, young man!

Styx Technician B: Audio communication has been blocked. Now downloading ORTHO’s configuration data from the communications satellite. Estimated time of completion…. 48 hours.

Chief: 48 hours, huh…. What do you think we should do, Head Engineer….? Huh? Head Engineer?

Styx Technician C: If you’re looking for the Head Engineer, she already left.

Styx Technician A: Staff from all technology development related departments are to report to Meeting Room 4 for a mandatory meeting.

Chief: *Sigh* Why are geniuses always like this…. Alright, then let’s go ahead and get started with whatever us average joes can do.

*He is saying “program” out loud and “consciousness” in the text.

Episode 7-49

(48 hours later)

(beep beep beep)

System Narrator: The download of ORTHO’s configuration data from the experimental communications satellite is now complete. Now initiating program recompilation. 48%....... 85%..... Complete.

Ortho: Aaah, I fiiiiinally made it back! Still feels like my data’s all jumbled up, though. The current time is 5 AM. I wonder what’s been going on with Sage’s Island? Big brother is…

Chief: …….Are you back, Ortho?

(The chief pops up from underneath the table)

Ortho: Uwaah! Dad, you scared me! You just crawled out from underneath the operator’s desk all of a sudden… What were you doing down there?

Chief: Our work has been going on and on and on, so I’ve just been staying overnight here at Styx HQ. I’m about to hop on a transport plane and head over to the temporary disaster response headquarters that’s been set up in the Land of Dawning.

Ortho: Have there been any changes in the situation while I’ve been uploading my data for the past 48 hours?

Chief: Styx was able to obtain assistance from the Magical Force and from Briar Valley’s royal family, and we tried getting through the energy field that Malleus Draconia created, but…. Neither our tech nor our magic made even the slightest dent. Whenever any humans or fae get too close to it, they get entangled in the thorns that cover the island and pulled into the energy field. We’ve got a wall of magical barriers setup around the island to try and prevent the domain from encroaching further into the sea…. But we haven’t been able to stop it completely. Even as we speak, it’s slowly continuing to expand. Sage’s Island is located quite far from the mainland, so we’ve avoided any extensive damage so far, but…. It’s only a matter of time, I fear.

Ortho: And what’s mom been up to?

Chief: She’s been holed up in Lab 1 the entire time.

Ortho: Does that mean she’s…

Head Engineer: You wait right there, Or-kun!! How many times has mama told you that you need to listen to people until they’re finished speaking! And you even had the nerve to threaten your own parents! You bad boy!

Ortho: Uhhhh… I’m really sorry.

Head Engineer: If you weren’t just floating around as a hologram right now you would’ve earned yourself quite the spanking, young man! But I’m proud of you for apologizing like you’re supposed to. Never forget: Honesty is the best policy! ……. It’s wonderful to have you back with us, and I’m so glad you made it safe and sound. Welcome home, Ortho.

Ortho: ….Yeah. I’m home.

Head Engineer: Alright. I’m ready if you are.

Ortho: Huh? Wait, so did you…

Head Engineer: Of course I did. I didn’t want you going and drenching the whole island with the sprinkler system, after all. Please come with me to the mainframe in Lab 1.

Episode 7-50

(Technology Development Department Lab 1)

Ortho: This is…!

Head Engineer: Anti-magical disaster gear, to be used in battle within magic domains. It’s specialized to defend against the system degradation caused by the domain. We named it…. “Cerberus Gear”!

Ortho: Woah…. And you made this in only 48 hours?

Chief: …Yes, and all the staff in the tech development department stayed up all night working on it.

Ortho: Now that you mention it, there’s a bunch of staff members lying down on the lab floor.

Head Engineer: Thank goodness the blueprints for your gear were stored on Idy-kun’s computer. All we ended up having to do was manufacture some supplementary special equipment and we were done. Without those blueprints, we wouldn’t have made it in time.

Ortho: No way! Mom, you hacked the ultra strong security system on big brother's computer!?

Head Engineer: Well, I didn’t have a choice! This is an emergency! And I didn’t look through any of the hidden folders he has password protected so it’s fine! ….We’ll just keep this a secret from big bro, okay?

Ortho: He’ll probably figure it out as soon as he sees this gear…..

Chief: Ahem! …Head Engineer, let’s wrap up the personal talk for now, and get back to work.

Head Engineer: Ah, my apologies. Then we’ll go ahead and get started with transferring ORTHO’s AI data into the new gear.

Head Engineer: How does it feel, Or-kun?

Ortho: It’s astounding, the way the energy is circulating throughout my body… It feels… Totally awesome!!

Head Engineer: Right!? Isn’t it super cool!? Mama thought you’d also look good in this kind of super sharp gear.

Ortho: Now that you mention it, the way this armor is styled is kinda different from how big brother normally designs my gear.

Head Engineer: Oh, if only I had more time. I could’ve made the area around the heat exhaust more compact… Everybody at Styx really put their heart into this. …Ahem. Now then… We’ll discuss your special mission you’ll be carrying out. You’ll be going headfirst into the magic disaster that’s taking place on Sage’s Island right now.

Ortho: Yes, ma’am!

Head Engineer: Support Droid units KB-RS01 and 02 will be accompanying you on your mission. These droids are equipped with a program adapted from the one used in the Cerberus System. They’ll help you search the island and will assist you in battle. After you breach the magic domain, that gear will operate for about twenty minutes, at most.

Ortho: Twenty minutes, huh. As long as I have at least that much time, then….!

Chief: You’re goal for this mission is not to subdue Malleus Draconia. You are to place an anchor within the domain that we can use to gather data for us to analyze, and then you are to return to headquarters immediately.

Ortho: Yes, sir!

Head Engineer: Finally, we’ll go over priority #1 in this mission. …Listen to me well, Or-kun. You absolutely, positively, must not do anything reckless. If things get scary, if you don’t feel safe, then please, you need to fall back. You understand?

Ortho: Yeah, I understand!

Head Engineer: …Ooh, why can’t you always answer me like that. My goodness! I’m sure you already know what I’m talking about. You don’t ever listen to what mama and papa say. Why do boys have to be like this? I could have a hundred hearts, and I’d still be all frazzled at the end of the day. You really are just like your “big brothers”. Once you’ve made up your mind, there’s no stopping you.

Ortho: Mom…

Head Engineer: Come on, papa. You need to say something, too.

Chief: …Ortho. This is a really a problem that Styx and the Magical Force should be handling. There’s no need for you to go to that island and put yourself in danger. It’s okay… You really don’t have to go.

Ortho: Dad…. Thank you guys for always treating me like a real member of your family, even though I’m a humanoid. It makes me really happy. But I don’t want to see you guys lose your precious son. This is something that only I can do. And that’s why I have to go. And I will save big brother. This is my… This is “our” will.

Chief / Head Engineer: ………

Head Engineer: Or-kun, you’re one of our precious sons, too. Promise us you’ll come home safe.

Ortho: ….Okay. I promise.

Head Engineer: Good, then give us a hug. This hug will be our vow.

(Ortho and his parents hug)

Everyone: ……….

Ortho: Heh heh, now I’m fully charged and ready to go! I’ll be off now – to Sage’s Island, where big brother is waiting for me!

Part 1

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#ortho shroud #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst spoilers #twst jp #twisted wonderland #ruler of the abyss

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itsjustbyler · 2 months

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I've read your Mike post and even if I ship mileven I agree with most of it expect ofc the internalized homophobia part. So I will ask what would change for you if Mike is confirmed straight and doesn't have internalized homophobia? Would you dislike Mike?

Hi!!

Well if he truly doesn't have internalized homophobia and is in fact straight, then Mike is still smart, compassionate, brave and someone that would fight for the people they love. However, I would say the writers messed up his character/storyline.

First, sidelining him as El's boyfriend and nothing more since season 3. He doesn't have an storyline for himself in this scenario. He is just a boy who can't say ily to his girlfriend. Even if they wanted to go for only that rote, they haven't even gone deep into that. They could have Mike actually explaining how their parents relationship messed up his head, his trauma and all, witch is what most people speculate. But they decided for "Mike can't say ily because he is scared that it's gonna hurt when El dumps him" (?).

Second, his storyline in S3 and S4 are basically the same. "Mike is only 14", you would say. However, characters need to have a grown even if they are young. A character need to go from point A to point B. Look at the other kids who are also 14 yo. A character can be young and immature but they need to show how this is changing throughout the seasons with their actions and behavior. Look at the difference between Will in S3 and Will in S4 for example. He was also sidelined but even with him having the same struggles as in S3, he behaves completely different about it in S4 and it shows that he has grown.

Mike and Els relationship also is the same as S3. Mike lies to her, she gets mad and dumps him in S3 and they separate, then El lies to Mike (fact that is completely forgotten btw) but since he can't say ily she gets mad, fight with him and they separate again.

They ad unnecessary drama into Will and Mike's relationship too. There are so many ways to portray Will's sexuality without Mike involved or without Mike behaving the way he did in S3. Mike completely ignoring Will in favor of his relationship.

Why? Will could have been jealous and he was, but that was not what leads to their rain fight or their fight at Rink o Mania, is the fact that Mike ignores Will to focus on El and they were suppose to be best friends. Some people gets mad with Will for call him out on it as if he should have just accept this treatment and is acting based only in jealous.

So, if this doesn't have a deep meaning, out of nowhere Mike started acting as a bad friend. And that's the opinion of the GA. Search Mike Wheeler on Google and you will see for yourself. Even on reddit, the most mleven place you can find, there are people saying the same thing.

And that's really sad, as I said in my other post, people tends to hate on him without trying to understand the meaning of his actions. Could this behavior be because of depression and trauma? Of course but then they fail to show it. Again, we can only speculate. I know you probably will disagree, but there is more evidence for Mike to have internalized homophobia than to just be depressed, witch we already knew he was.

And that would not explain why his behavior is directed especificaly towards Will, the boy who is in love with him and that he had a deep relationship with in s1 and even more in S2, such a coincidence... Again, Mike is oblivious, he doesn't know, he doesn't suspects that Will is gay and even if he did, he would not treat Will like that only bc of it. Mike is not a homophobe.

And that is on the writers. There are Mike and El shippers that thinks that we will hate Mike if he turns out to be straight, however Mike is not the problem. Is the writers and how they decided to portray him and the relationships around him. Mike will still have the same qualities he had before, I will still like him, however I would just ad bad friend sometimes into his flaws.

ty for the ask!

#byler #mike wheeler #stranger things #ask #ty for the ask <3

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sungdonnie · 10 months

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Insecurities • Hwang Hyunjin pt.2

Pt.1 pt.2

-angst, fluff

A/n: I made apart 2 because someone asked ( thank you for enjoying it💗) and because I like the storyline.

Enjoy

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Hyunjin wraps his leg over you and you fell asleep like babies.

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You woke to Hyunjin room door closing. You didn’t think anything of it so you went back to sleep and cuddled back with Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was already awake when you woke for a second time but the thing is he was just staring at you.

“What are you staring at” you lowly cause you still have disgusting morning breath.

“ Your beautiful face” he said proudly.

“Yeah whatever” you mumble. You were still insecure about yourself so no matter what hyunjin said it wouldn’t matter.

You got up out the bed and went to the living room to get your bag with your stuff. While you walked to The living room Sohee and her minions were staring at you with grins . You didn’t know why so you just grabbed your bags and walked to the bathroom. When you got in and opened your bag you saw the most disgusting things on your clothes. Mustard, relish, rice, ketchup, and you name it. You were so pissed off right now. But the only thing safe was your toothbrush ‘thank the lord’. You turned the sink on and You put toothpaste on your toothbrush and dipped your toothbrush and water. Then you started brushing your teeth and tongue ( ppl forget to do that like wtf) until you felt like your were finished.

You left the bathroom and went straight out the main door to go home.

- Time skip (then next day at school)

You were happy that you and Hyunjin were on good terms but not only that y’all were dating officially. But no one knew about it of course.

When You were walking through the school gates you noticed almost all of the girls were staring at you with disgusted eyes. Then when you walked through the school halls you saw people whispering when they saw you. You knew it had something with Sohee, she was the so called “QUEEN” in the school. Her parents where the head of the school so she would never get in trouble.

- time skip

Lunch is when things start to get bad. When you leaving fourth period to go to lunch someone grabbed you by the hair and threw you on the floor. Then proceeded to drag me by the hair all the way to the girls bathroom. You were so much pain you couldn’t even describe it They caught you at a good time because no one was in the halls when this happened.

“ your a fucking slut for sleeping with Hyunjin”

“Who do you think you are sleeping with him”

“ your not even pretty”

“ your just fat and ugly”

“She should kill herself”

‘Welp there goes my confidence’ you thought.

These girl went on with these horrible comments until one of the girl went on one knee to be on my level. “ the next time we see you with Hyunjin we will really hurt you” she snarled. Then they left while laughing.

You sat there with tears threatening to fall from eyes because you didn’t want to cry for stupid people like them. But it was very hard not too because your scalp felt like it was gonna explode from the pain.

You took yourself to one of the bathroom stalls and checked your phone. You smiled when you saw Hyunjin had texted you. At least you knew he was worried about you.

You took a deep breath, looked in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look hurt in anyway and left the bathroom to go to the lunchroom. When you arrived to the lunchroom EVERYONE WAS STARING AT YOU, even the boys. You just tuned everyone out and walked to sit across from hyunjin. When finally you sat down and looked at Hyunjin looked like he wanted to punch someone.

“ what’s wrong Hyunjin” you asked

He didn’t even bother to respond he just pulled up the video of me getting dragged with hateful comments.

“Oh” you deadpanned.

“It’s fine I’m really o-” you were cut off by Hyunjin.

“LISTEN UP EVERYONE!” HYUNJIN yelled grabbing everyone’s attention.

“ME AND Y/N ARE JUST BEST FRIENDS WE KNEW EACH OTHER SINCE SECOND GRADE SO OF COURSE WERE CLOSE. SO STOP BULLYING HER BECAUSE SHE DID NOTHING WRONG. …. TO THE GIRLS WHO BULLIED Y/N, YOU GUYS NEVER HAD CHANCE WITH ME , ESPECIALLY THE WHO GRABBED HER BY THE HAIR. ALSO I ALREADY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND SO PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.” Hyunjin had yelled so that everyone could here him since the cafeteria was huge.

Hyunjin sat back down but this time next to me. He started massaging my head since he knew getting dragged by the hair definitely hurt.

You turned to look at him “you didn’t have to do that you know”

“I know I didn’t I did it because care for you” Hyunjin replied.

You put your head down because you flustered and tired from just happend.

- time skip to later that day

(Fluff 💗)

You were cuddling on Hyunjin couch since you guys made plans to hang out. You had your legs wrapped around his waist while you had your head nestled between the crook of his neck. Hyunjin had his arms wrapped you holding you tight. This was the norm. You guys were comfortable with each other so nothing felt weird or awkward.

You wanted spicy things up so started kissing him neck. You felt hyunjin get tense so you stopped not wanted to invade his boundaries.

“Why did you stop?” hyunjin whined.

With that response you started kissing him on the neck.

“ now baby kiss me on the lips” he said out of the blue.

This time you got tense.

‘ OMG HE WANTS ME TO KISS HIM IN THE LIPS’ you screamed in your mind.

“ I wouldn’t hyune but I don’t know how” you say putting your head down in embarrassment.

“ It’s okay I don’t judge ” he grinned

Hyunjin lifted your head with his thumb and kissed you. You didn’t know how to kiss but you sure tried for him.

You and Hyunjin were endgame together. No one ever fucked around with you every since hyunjin stuck up for that day. Which was amazing for you because you knew your insecurities weren’t gonna get any better if those girls kept bullying you. As time passed so did your insecurities and Hyunjin helped you with it. He told you every day that your perfect the way your until you believed him and that’s why you loved him.

THE END

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A/n: Ty guys for liking my work it means a lot me. @armystay89 here you go💗

I hope you guys this story

#hyunjin angst #hyunjin fluff #felix angst #jeongin #hyunjin #bang chan #stray kids #lee know #seungmin smut #lee felix series #hyunjin smut #txt #stray kids jisung #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin x reader

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smartycvnt · 9 months

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Stratusfaction*

Title: Stratusfaction Pairing: Trish Stratus x Reader Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, top Trish, bottom Reader, strap-on NR WC: 1913

The news Trish and Lita were coming back had put Y/n in a spiral. She hadn't seen Trish in years, and it wasn't like they had left things off on a good note either. Trish had run off to play homemaker and spend all her free time with her "bestie" Lita. Y/n had been dropped and left on her own after that, and it hurt. Lita had tried reaching out to Y/n a little bit, but the way Trish had dropped off the face of the Earth whenever Y/n tried reaching out had driven a wedge between Y/n and Lita.

Now Trish was back, and Y/n knew that it didn't matter how their positions in the company had changed. Y/n didn't know what would happen with them, but she hoped and prayed that someone else on the writing team got Trish and Becky's storyline. Hunter, however, didn't think there was anybody better than Y/n to handle that. A job was a job at the end of the day, but that didn't stop the uneasy tension between Y/n and Trish from bubbling up every single time they were in a room together.

"Does it hurt sitting with that stick up your ass?" Becky asked Y/n after one of her segments against Trish. Y/n grit her teeth and glared up at her friend. They had known each other for decades now, since Becky came over to wrestle in Canada. She had been so excited to wrestle the girl who had been trained by Trish and Lita, the product of two of WWE's biggest stars. It was sort of ironic that Y/n hadn't ever come to WWE to wrestle, instead settling there after her retirement began. She was one of WWE's best creative assets, even if she hadn't been there for that long. She had something that a lot of the other writers didn't have, something that came only from the route she had taken for her career.

"I do not have a stick up in my ass," Y/n argued. Becky scoffed as she sat down on the edge of the desk where Y/n had been sitting at. She always watched the promos closely and took notes on whatever she could. Becky wanted a peek inside of that notebook, but at the same time, was terrified that it'd be full of things she didn't even know she was doing wrong. Y/n had a knack for noticing the smallest of details, the involuntary movements or voice changes that happened while someone cut a promo. "She tore you up a little tonight. Next time, I want you to zero in on Zoey, not Trish."

"Still got a soft spot for the box-dye bat?" Becky teased. Y/n reached forward and punched Becky in the thigh. "Shit, it was a joke. God, you'd think that wouldn't be a soft spot after so long."

"How's Charlotte?" Y/n asked. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Becky did too, but that didn't stop Becky from getting visibly angry. "It's been a long time Becky, and you got your closure and apologies, I didn't."

"Point taken," Becky grumbled. The two of them fell into a somewhat uneasy silence before two heads of blonde hair poked out from behind the curtains. "I'll get going. Good luck."

"Please tell me that next week, she's not going to stand there and screech about me being past my prime." Trish stood in front of Y/n with her arms crossed over her chest. The stupid face mask was back, and Y/n hated it so much. Trish was well enough that she didn't need it, all of this was one big callback to her feud with Lita. It was what Triple H had wanted, and both Trish and Lita seemed to be fine with it. Y/n, however, had wanted something new for Trish, something beyond being the backstabbing, mean, blonde lady.

"She's going after Zoey next week, and you're staying out of it. Before you argue with me, something needs to happen to set them up for a one-on-one before Lita comes back to kick your ass," Y/n said. Surprisingly, Trish just nodded and hummed, as if she agreed with Y/n's decision completely. Y/n had expected some big spiel about how Zoey wasn't really ready, but there was none of that. Trish seemed to have full confidence in Zoey to go out there and hit all of the points that Y/n would write down for her. Either that, or Trish expected Zoey to fail and would rush out there to save the day.

"Good, you know what you need to do. Now, give me a moment with Y/n," Trish said. Zoey walked away like she was expecting this, and suddenly, Y/n felt cornered. Trish sat down on the edge of Y/n's desk, right where Becky had been before, but this time it felt different. The stupid face mask Trish was wearing was pulled off, and Y/n's heart started to beat a little faster as Trish's eyes settled on her. "I don't like that you're always so angry with me."

"I'm not angry," Y/n lied. It was clear to everyone that Y/n was emotionally unbalanced. She had always been a kind of angry kid growing up, but now it was all focused on what Trish had done to her years before. "What?"

"I don't believe that, just like I didn't believe it before. Come to my hotel room tonight, we'll fix this," Trish said. Y/n knew that it was a bad idea, but that wasn't going to stop her from going to see Trish. It would be wildly inappropriate, just like their relationship before. Y/n wanted to scream and physically fight Trish every single time she thought about how she had let that woman have her heart completely. Y/n had been so young and naive that she thought Trish wanted her unconditional love. The worst part of it was that Y/n believed Trish whenever the woman said that they'd always love each other, no matter what. The way Trish had walked away for someone else had shown Y/n that Trish never loved her in the first place. Maybe Y/n could finally get all of the things weighing on her chest off before it caused her to completely break down.

Trish's hotel being nicer than Y/n's shouldn't have come as a surprise. It was only recently that Y/n even started to making a livable wage since Vince left and sold the company. He had not been overly fond of paying someone who had spent so much time helping competitors. Trish had a legends salary, which meant she could live off of an appearance for nearly a year at a time. This hotel room wasn't being paid for out of pocket though. Y/n knew that Trish demanded to be housed somewhere nice on the road, and that woman had high standards for what qualified as "nice" for a couple of nights.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd actually show up," Trish greeted as she let Y/n into the room. Y/n had begun to debate whether or not she actually wanted to come as well. Trish looked more than ready for Y/n, and not in the way that Y/n had expected her to. Trish's robe looked like an impossibly soft silk material, and beneath it, Y/n could see lace. Y/n's mouth watered at the sight despite herself.

"And here I thought Trish Stratus didn't wait up for anybody," Y/n teased. Trish grabbed Y/n by the collar of her shirt and pulled the woman inside. Y/n crashed into Trish's body sending both of them stumbling into the room. It had been a long time since Y/n had been so close to Trish, and back then, the roles had been somewhat reversed. Y/n had been the one grabbing at Trish in a desperate attempt to be closer, but now Trish was the one reaching towards Y/n.

"You really should be nicer to the person deciding whether or not you're getting fucked tonight," Trish warned. Y/n's cheeks got flushed and burned hot. She felt somewhat embarrassed, as if someone passing through the empty hallway could have heard Trish's words. Y/n had always been sort of shy about intimacy, and Trish was glad that something hadn't changed about Y/n since she left. Physically, Y/n's body had changed with time, but Trish thought that Y/n was even hotter now than she had been then. There was obviously not as much of a pressure to keep her weight down, and Y/n looked healthy and happier than Trish could ever remember seeing her.

Trish grabbed at Y/n's hips as they moved towards the bed together. Y/n let Trish guide her around and take control of their situation. Y/n's back hit the bed first, and Trish climbed onto her lap to straddle her. Y/n's breath caught in her throat when Trish let the robe fall open and fall down onto the ground behind them. It had been years since Y/n had seen Trish like that, and it felt just like the first time once again. Y/n wasn't nearly as inexperienced as she had been before, but in that moment, it didn't matter what Y/n knew and what she didn't. Trish wasn't there for Y/n to show off with her sexual prowess, Trish was there for something else entirely. At least that's what Y/n gathered from the strap-on jutting out proudly from between Trish's legs.

Y/n couldn't remember the last time she had taken on such a submissive role in the bedroom, but she found herself doing everything Trish asked of her. The little bits of attention and admiration that Trish granted Y/n were addictive to say the least. Y/n kept striving for more and more from Trish until there was no possible way for Trish to give her anything else. The steady thrusts of Trish's hips matched up with the heavy thud of Y/n's heart beating in her chest. Y/n foolishly let herself think that Trish was doing it on purpose, connecting them more than physically.

"I love you," Y/n muttered under her breath as Trish fucked her. Trish pretended not to hear Y/n's words as she buried her face in the crook of Y/n's neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there. Y/n clawed at Trish's back as she moved her hips to match Trish's thrusts. Y/n was chasing after her orgasm while Trish was trying to run away from her guilt. She wanted to feel the same way about Y/n that Y/n felt about her, but Trish couldn't bring herself to do it. That was why they'd never work outside of nights like this, ones where both women were so willing to give into the thoughts in the back of their heads telling them there was no harm or foul in a little fucking. Trish knew Y/n would go back to her own place by the time that the sun rose, so they wouldn't have to have that awkward conversation about what they were and what they weren't.

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