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absolutebl · 2 years

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Unforgotten Night - One Dumpster Fire to Rule Them All

I expect a monster of steaming trash. I expect giggles of BDSM. I expect heaping tablespoons of deep friend dumpling wrapped sugar coated tripe.

I will be extremely disappointed if this show exceeds my expectations.

Let’s do this thing, not with a bang but with a

squelch!

Let’s take that flying fuck at a rolling doughnut... together! (What would a doughnut gang bang be? A slam dunk? A double dipper?)

ARE YOU WITH ME!?!?

Episode 1 - If Your Expectations Are Low, Limbo Under Them

In case I wasn’t plain enough at the opening, let me make this clearer than a well-hydrated golden shower. The kink rep is gonna be poor in this show. The queer rep is gonna be absent. The business CEO rep is gonna be appalling. The acting is gonna be wooden. The script is gonna be abysmal. I expect scenery chewing so bad we are all farting wood chips out the other side. Your safeword is not reading this blog and not watching this show. Got it? Okay.

Dom introduction (Kamol).

Excellent. We begin with the classic black limo, the classic black on black suit, and an actual rolled carpet. Also cameras from the late 80s. Top marks from complete lack of subtly. Also, it is just me who finds Thai accented Korean incredibly odd?

Sub introduction (Kim).

Gurrl! Cosmos? Martinis? Srs? I am beginning to think this is a period piece.

Right so we got: Bathroom drama breakup. Plus the lonely slide floor sit. Thailand, we have discussed this at length: no singing & no crying.

For this drama and this drama alone, I will make one exception. Crying is allowed if you put him in eyeliner and those are pain tears. That’s the rule.

Def no singing. I refused to allow guitars in my BDSM. Wait no, I’d allow them, but they’d always be just out of reach and anyone caught reaching for one would be immediately gagged and trussed.

*nods in sadist*

Awe, it's really nice to see some of the old Wabi Sabi crew like Sammy and Title show up. Hi cuties!!! The band is back together again, isn't it?

OH NO I SAID BAND.

Do not take that as a hint.

Where was I?

Right actually this a god opening sequence set up, nice plot movement, broken hearted (yet still desired & beloved by all) sub, unsatisfied dom. Clear characterizations and support cast. I’m satisfied. And now for the unforgotten night!

50 Shades of BL let’s DO THIS THING!

Okay so we see depicted and established consent, even if there’s no proper negotiation, considering we skipped straight to robes, Imma assume there was some ordered cleanliness and negotiation going on before the robing, and go from there. *nodes in plotonium*

Those restraints are amusingly lose. That said I have had subs with fastening triggers and their binds were mostly for show, so *shrug*. Reminder for anyone out there interested in wax play (a personal fav of mine) you do need special candles. Finally, a light whipping. Nice tame little intro-level scene. It’s pretty good kink actually, for a BL.

The aftercare bath scene was actually cute.

Why is product placement in a BDSM BL SO FUNNY?

So far this is DUMB and GREAT and I am ALL IN. This was exactly what I wanted. Did you know the B in BDSM stands for bouncy? No? Well it DOES now.

Kinky books corner: romances with great BDSM rep

I was asked in comments about this show for kinky books with good BDSM rep:

Alexis Hall's For Real is not only brilliant, hugely romantic, and incredibly well written, it’s age gap (younger dom, older sub). I have issues with no limits play, but given the reverse power differential in the D/s dynamic I’m okay with this one. This is also my hands down favorite Alexis Hall.

If you’re interested in gay BDSM with a wide rep of different kinks and always done very well executed with established safewords, contracts, and protocols then the Collars & Cuffs series by K.C. Wells is probubly your best bet. Which one in the series is your favorite will depend on your kinks, I like Dom of the Ages. They can be read in any order but do feature lots of cross over characters and an overarching linear story about one dungeon in the UK.

A personal favorite and for those of you loving Old Fashion Cupcake, there is Not Safe For Work by L.A. Witt which features an out bisexual, mature characters, and a secret office romance. It’s got great communication and all the tension is from work drama not miscommunication.

For het, I think Natural Law by Joey Hill is pretty good. It's mixed up with a police investigation crime thriller aspect, though. I don’t read much het, so there probubly are better BDSM reps out there now.

If you want something highly erotic and very queer and poly but mixed up with historical (follow me here), then I remember enjoying Bound to Be a Groom by Megan Mulry but I read that one a long time ago. It’s a quadruple 2 Doms, 2 subs, mixed M/m, F/f, M/f, F/m pairings (they are all with each other in various ways/kinks).

I’ve linked to Zon because I lazy, some of these are only there, some are wide. Pay the author, don’t steal the books. Nash.

I’m not claiming they have good kink rep but here’s: BLS with BDSM elements, and a lot of the dark BLs from Japan are very heavy into kink

A brief list of shows featuring BDSM that I liked: Love & Leashes (Korea - Netflix), Bonding (UK - Netflix), The Secretary (USA).

Everything kink comes with triggers attached.

But why is this director so fascinated with faucets? Is it a metaphor? Seriously, that direct are we? OKAAAAYYYY

Episode 2 - Kamol Repping for the U-Haul Gays

I would officially like to request doomy Thai mafia music be played every time I give a presentation to my Korean overlords, thank you very much. And also when I step out of my private plane? Sound good?

I’m of 2 minds over Kamol’s sunglasses. On the one hand, Yoon does look more badass in them. On the other hand, they are ALSO PATENTLY ABSURD.

(Honestly, I am seriously not joking about the presentations. Can you just imagine regression analysis, graphs, and charts only with THAT MUSIC playing the whole time? It would certainly add a bit of... oh I don’t know... je ne sais quoi?)

Do I think they think they are being subtle putting the Dom on his knees in this shot. Yes yes I do. Are they subtle? No, No they are not.

THAI LINGUISTICS CORNER

We pause your regularly scheduled snark, to point out that Kim uses pom/khun with Kamol (as we might expect, this is formal and distancing) while Kamol uses chan/nai with both Kim and his bodyguards. I don’t know what this means (chan as used by a man is somewhat informal but not rude, but also not super common), but I find it intersting. (In the research I could find nai as you was usually paired with rao for the I pronoun, not chan). Nai has been pretty rare in Thai BL, but as we move out of school settings I guess we are going to get more unfamiliar pronouns. Nai is technically the slightly less formal version of khun, gendered specifically for a man of equal social standing defined as: นาย • (naai) Cognate with Lao ນາຍ (nāi) a you pronoun “used to address a male friend.” The bodyguards seem to be using the archaic (semi frozen) from of nai back to Kamol (used to adress or refer to a superior male).

moving on...

Nothing much happened. We spent too much time with Kim’s ex. The director made Kim cry again (stop it, Thailand). Kim tried to kick out the mafia. The slightly sus stalker character is back with fruit, and the work ladies are all a flutter.

Why does this whole show feel like kiddies playing dress up?

We got a bite-size sample of side dishes: age gap + class gap AKA housekeeper’s baby boi meets sexy head bodyguard. ME LIKEY.

It’s a bit slow, but ya know what? I’m still not mad about it.

Carry on.

Episode 3 - If you’re confused as to whether I like this show, imagine how I feel.

Our leads continue to have a basic (and very gay) misunderstanding:

Gay Party The First - Kinky One Night Stand to Get Over My Ex

Gay Party The Second - MINE FOREVER

Been there. Run from that.

Nothing happened in this episode except the stalker/Dom still wants the sub and the sub still wants his ex. But hey, I remain engaged. That’s something I suppose. Now move aside UN, I got Triage to catch up on!

Also, so far, def not enough BDSM. I am disappointed, but then I expected that.

Episode 4 - The Background Music is Okay, I guess?

Recent discussions over the craptastic nature of Thai BL credit sequence tunes has made me appreciate this one aspect of this show, if nothing else. The music is fine.

Look, it’s crystal clear, while Yoon can (attempt) to be in every Thai BL he can’t play every role. CEO mafia Dom does not suit him - I keep wanting to pich his cute little cheeks and ask, “What so serious?"

What is it with Kamol climbing on beds with his shoes on? First of all: SHOES inside the bedroom at all? Ugh disgusting. Then on the bed? Yech.

Also, can we talk about how impractically dumb this wee mirror is?

"I have a tiny mirror but have you seen the size of my... tattoo?”

The dinner table “you should speak in a nicer tone” conversation was actually pretty funny. Kamol is a fun character when others are mocking him like I want to.

I adore the “assistant” and his baby boy ( @heretherebedork you are with me, right?) Please make them happen. I know this isn’t Japan (who loves an age gap), but isn’t this MEANT to be a kinky drama? There are more than a thousand ways to be kinky, you know?

Give Assistant Daddy his baby boy, okay?

Okay.

Look at the little face. He wants P’Daddy so bad.

Oh wait.

Is that?

Do I feel...

Expectations happening?

CAN’T HAVE THAT!

Bad expectations! No BL for you.

I can’t believe I have to explain this. But D’Kamol, Kim wants you to TAKE form him SO he can get angry about it SO you push him around and punish him. I cannot believe I have to explain your business to you like this. Your sub is being a brat that means one thing and one thing only: he’s asking for it. Sheesh. Is this BDSM 101? For goodness sake.

Ah, now that is the annoyed frustration I was expecting from this show.

Carry on dumpster fire, do.

And it will burn-baby-burn, for it looks like next week we continue with the Unnecessary Femme Fetalle! Thailand - the only nation where more UFFs are spotted in one year than UFOs in a decade.

Oh, I am on a roll tonight.

Next week....

See you then!

Should we be calling this show Forgotten Kink rather than Unforgotten Night?

Episode 5 - The First Rule of Body-guarding, Don’t Get in the Middle of a Bitch Fight

Poor Lop stuck in the middle of an A1 class bitch fight.

I do like that Kamol is direct and open about romantic communication, it’s a very Dom thing to do, at least it should be.

The tiger was dumb. Don’t keep tigers as pets you moron.

So I guess they’re boyfriends now?

Episode 6 - Sucker for Side Dishes Manifests

There is a terrible party, and a terrible fight sequence, and some terrible dialogue.

About what I expected, actually.

This is a crappy dumb show.

We got the tiniest of scraps of a side dish, but they are so unbelievably cute together. They have both mine and, of course, @heretherebedork ’s hearts.

Sometimes I think I should rename this blog

“sucker for side dishes and second lead syndrome.”

Or is that just a poem I’m writing about myself?

In case you’re keeping track:

Faucets not turned off - 2

Shoes on bed - 6 (3x)

I’d say “make it stop” but can’t stop the dumpster fire!

Episode 7 - They’re Separated, What a Relief

I do love it when Thailand tries on domesticity for size.

I have no idea why they insist on leaving that one for Taiwan and Vietnam 90% of the time, tiny gay families are THE BEST. And you know Thailand can handle it.

Ah, now I’m getting all misty eyed over My Ride...

I was going to say that the promise of this show is being squandered, and then I realized that it had no promise.

Look, the safety precautions and sending Kim away makes absolutely no sense in any universe even a Thai mafia one.

OMG! It’s the house again!

You know, that house. That one house that all the gay boys live in. The only house that exists in all of Thailand.

That House.

FEAR THE STAIRS!

Look here Thailand. I demand that either:

Someone dies and artistically bleeds all over these floating stairs in a lovely splash of red or

Someone falls off these stairs or (better) is pushed at some point

If you insist on option 2 I will, under sufferance, accept that it be a pratfall crash into the seme.

It’s only fair, you keep taunting us with these stair. USE THEM as all the gods of BL intended, for murder or comedy.

Those are your only option.

Honestly, I really kind of liked this episode. The fact that the lead couple is apart for most of it was all to the better. I don’t know what that says about this show (nothing good) but there it is.

Meanwhile, that secondary couple hug was too much. Age gap gets me every time.

The tentative nature of it and the way P’Daddy really wants to hug back but can’t. These two have more chemistry in one glance than the leads do in chains.

And NOW A kidnaping. How exciting.

Episode 8 - WAIT, no kidnapping? how disappointing

Is it just me, or did the fight scene improve this time around? That’s nice.

Still no blood on the floating stairs, but you can’t have everything. Especially not in a Thai BL.

I like the fact that they highlighted the flawed reasoning and the weird plot point from the last episode (sending Kim away from the safety of a fortress and a million bodyguards “for his own good”.)

But there still wasn’t a good explanation for Kamol’s decision.

Shrimp trope!

Thai Language Corner:

At one point I reminded you all that gin กิน (the Thai verb) for “eat” is a double entendre, well here it is being a single entendre.

Ooh, and an arse slap!

A rare and remarkably unusual trope. I shall treasure these moment’s between us, Unforgotten Night, for the rare gems in the cess pit that they are.

I got to say, a true Dom would make that slap sting a hell of a lot more. The point would be to be remembered for the entire day, every time your sub sat down.

I’m stuck teaching this BL its kinky business,

Me to Unforgotten Night:

Apparently next week we have Jake from Enhyphen* in the role of Kamol’s ex-mafia-boytoy.

* just a little joke don’t coem after me engines

Episode 9 - I keep yawning, is it the gummy or this show?

Honestly I don’t have very much to say about this episode. I guess they are cute boyfriends? But do we want cute boyfriends from our mafia daddy? I ask you?

Rise up BL fandom, because NO WE DO NOT.

Eh, don’t bother to rise up. Have a gummy to gnaw on instead. It’s not like Kamol’s gonna gnaw on anything soft and sweet. Even when it’s showering RIGHT THERE.

Speaking of which: obligatory gratuitous shower scene. Everyone say: Thank you Thailand!

And some hair drying in a WAFFLE ROBE! Haven’t seen one of those in a while. Hello my old friend.

The side dishes just just got crumby again.

Very soft crumbs.

Meanwhile, plot.

Wait... was there plot?

Enter Danil former fuck-buddy also the boss/adopted dad’s younger brother. Well done there, Kamol, stepbrothers trope! Sort of. Look he’s as half-arsed about his tropes as he is about his kinks.

I do like that Kim & Kamol had an adult mature communicating conversation about the situation. That’s unexpected.

Episode 10 - WHOAH THERE BOYS

Okay, I made myself a boozy affogato of chocolate vanilla peanut butter ice cream with creme de cacao and chambord on top (DON’T JUDGE).

The handhold thing in the plane was very cute, I like those little Dommy insights. But the whole vacation house thing was weird. A forced found family dynamic or something?

WHY IS EVERYONE SUDDENLY WEARING NAVY? It’s like the mafia does Ralph Lauren.

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS SHOW? What’s its purpose in life? What is it trying to do? How am I supposed to feel about it? What the point of anything anymore? What’s the point of life? What’s... ooo...

*distracted by boozy affogato*

And now Kim has gone off sex? Why a sudden blushing maiden moment?

OH WAIT, RIGHT.... bratty sub.

He’s asking for it.

NOTE: This is why you should never top drunk.

In other (not new) news Khom is a strict but gentle Daddy & Baiboon LOVES it and him so much.

Meanwhile rando bodyguard sex, what? Three way. Okay. Well isn’t everyone just hella gay allasudden?

My stars.

I am not that drunk, right? It really happened. And in the shower.

I guess everyone is getting laid but Kamol tonight?

Also Unforgotten Night is clearly vested in going where KinnPorsche elected not to, aren’t they? (KP, to my understanding, originally had a throuple in the y-novel.)

Well, this show is indeed total trash. I mean it takes a lot to make me feel dirty, and this random bodyguard 3 way did it. Not because I’m opposed to group sex, but because with no character development at all, it came entirely out of nowhere.

One hopes they did too.

Moving on to Kamol getting some.

WAIT.

No.

Gear in the shower is one thing (shudder) but fastened to THE SHOWER HEAD? What what what?

Have I taught you nothing?

Well, no obviously not.

Hay you, tumblr kinksters, don’t fucking fasten your sub to a shower head, you unmitigated morons. It’s one thing to be a monster and quite another to be stupid about it.

*grumbles about safety precautions and slippery surfaces*

Where was I?

Bodyguards doing actual bodyguarding? Claps hands, goodie! Dead people in pools! Fun times.

And then these two fuckers are SO GODDMAN SOFT.

The torture of it all.

I lose my tiny mind over the weirdest is shit.

And the affogato has worn off.

Sadness.

Alright, ya navy clad slackers, what have we learned from this episode?

No navy.

No chaining people to shower heads.

Got it?

Good.

Goodnight.

Episode 11 - Plumbing

I am three glasses of wine in the sink, so it’s time to start. And also, just let’s get this out front first, no chaining people to plumbing in this episode. No shower arbitrary threesomes. No faucets left on.

In fact, just stay out of bathrooms entirely.

You can’t be trusted.

What I saw:

What I thought of:

Right off the plumbing and back to the, erm, plot.

Evil ex is evil in a way that is so one note and awful it’s almost as if he were written by MAME.

OMG I can not drink enough booze to get through this episode.

There was this time at this one industry event where there were strawberry daiquiri on tap and it think I stayed up until 4 am drinking them.

Maybe that would do it?

Thank the BL gods this ends next week.

I’m sorry I just.... could NOT resist.

Episode 12 - Let’s Flush This Thing

Look I am boozed up for my last Thursday lush day, and we have to finish this show. Somehow.

Kim is the biggest most immature whiney baby and honestly they just need a Daddy/boy dynamic butt cause (Imma leave that typo for good reason) who else would put up with his nonsense?

Worst bodyguards in the world? Likely.

First mention of gay poly marriage in BL? Unquestionably.

Bummer these two things had to be combined? Oh yeah.

There is a moral to this “story” but I’m not sure what it is.

Don’t combine your BDSM-but-not-really BL pulp with plumbing issues?

That’s it, that’s what I got.

You should have heard the disgusted snort noise I made over the white suit handcuff.

Look, in the end, this dumpster fire got extinguished with a garden hose and all we’re left with is leaky pipes and the smell of damp trash.

And the only kinks were in the hose.

Could be worse, I suppose.

Hard to imagine how, tho.

5/10

WATCH IT IF YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO, BUT I WARNED YOU

I, on the other hand, do have something better to do since I have a nice new little subscription to WeTV and am going to binge We Best Love for the millionth time. I recommend you do the same.

(source)

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the-eclectic-wonderer · 2 months

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Just listened to Bayo3’s Moonlight Serenade and it just hit me again how absolutely furious I am about this game. Waiting 5 years since the announcement and then 2 further years before I could finally play it just to be met by that was… I don’t even have words for it.

And the worst part is - I was having so much fun playing it! Sure, it wasn’t on the level of Bayo1 or Bayo2, but it was still a delight to play! I loved the new designs, I loved the new weapons, I loved the music, I loved the new flow of combat, I genuinely had such a great time! Alright, the writing wasn’t exceptional, but the idea of parallel universes was still fun to explore - and I’m not fond of the enemies’ design in general, but I had a blast fighting them once I figured them out, and I appreciate the fact that they tried to do something different once again (after fighting angels in Bayo1 and demons in Bayo2). I even loved Jeanne’s little spy levels!! They were so cool and charming and so much fun to play through!

And I liked Viola! The narrative really didn’t do her justice but she was still such an endearing character! Her fighting sections were different but still enjoyable, and I enjoyed everything about Cheshire, which made her levels even better.

And I just - to take all that potential, all that joy, and squander it so completely and maliciously right at the end was just… devastating to me. I know Bayonetta isn’t made for the girls and the gays, but that’s not even the point - I would’ve at least enjoyed a Cereza/Luka ending if it had been written properly! Instead they decided to assassinate the characters we all knew and loved, spit on all the established lore and themes of the previous games, stomp on all the newly introduced characters, and all to shoehorn in a fated-lovers narrative that doesn’t even work on its own, without taking into account everything that contradicts it in the previous instalments.

And as if that’s not enough, they forced it into the most depressing, most nonsensical, most malicious finale I have ever witnessed. Why are you punishing me for winning the fights? Where is the reward for getting to the end? I was waiting at the edge of my seat for the entire game to see how Cereza would turn the situation around, how she’d overcome the impossible odds and come out dancing on her enemies, and instead they told me no, she saves almost no-one, she dies a pointless death she could’ve easily avoided so we can get a) the stupidest romance ever seen and b) a new protagonist that we spent no time developing, and nothing you did in this game had any meaning at all, fuck you.

Sorry for the rant, but I’m just… I’m so disappointed. I really really wanted to like this game and instead the finale ruined the whole experience for me. I literally sat in silence as the final scene and credits rolled out because I just couldn’t fathom what I was watching. How do you take such a great cast of beloved characters and decide that this is what you want to do with them? With a 5-year development time, no less? They deserved better, Cereza especially deserved better, and we all deserved so much better.

#I’m sorry but I just. i can’t deal #like. this is bayonetta!!! her whole thing is that she gets into impossible situations and comes out on top with a smile on her face!!#she literally fought GODS in the first two games and WON!!!#I’d understand if they didn’t want to make any more games. I’d get it! I’d even appreciate it!#but give her a proper conclusion instead of… whatever this was #they literally scrapped everything that made her work as a character #wrote the hollowest personality imaginable #and slapped it into cereza’s walking corpse #and did the same for jeanne and luka #where are my competent confident witches? where’s my silly comic relief boy with a lot of heart and even more luck??#when jeanne and the bayos reappeared during the final fight I remember being like ‘oh there we go! they werent really gone!’#‘this is when the narrative turns around finally!’#but NO #they were just ghosts and bayo gets obliterated by gomorrah instead.#i just… why. just why. don’t make the game if you hate everything about it just saying #idk if theres an anti-bayo3 tag #if there is lmk and i’ll add it #i dont want to spread any hate but I’m just so disappointed still

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brsb4hls · 8 months

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I think one of the main issues with not only s2 but some of s1 as well as that only neil was involved with the creation of both of them because terry unfortunately passed away. It lost something vital in that moment. In s1, they still had the book and I think s1 did a good job as far as adaptations go with some grievances, but now in s2, it's whatever neil is going to do and with how active he is on tumblr and how the fans are and how he's reacting to them, it's losing the spirit of the original even further. Not BECAUSE the ship is canon, but everything else surrounding the ship and how we got there and how the writers and the actors are changing the characters more as they progress from one season to the next. I watched s2 feeling giddy for more good omens and very quickly that giddiness turned sort of confused and disappointed. I didn't want disjointed filler fanfic with a loose plot. It didn't fit. It didn't feel right. Overall, I didn't hate the season, but I didn't quite like it either. The handful of you good omens critical blogs have summed it up very well for me and I'm surprised it's not a more popular opinion. I've just seen a couple people talking about how book fans are complaining which is the most dismissive way to put it. I'm not sure if people are blinded by their theories and canon ship or they just don't care that this season felt almost fanmade, but I'm sad that the book and tv show versions are now miles apart rather than cousins.

That's a long ask, thank you for sharing!

I actually did like season 1, too. The book is very hard to transfer to tv imo and choices had to be made.

Technically, Adam is the main character, but putting more focus on him would either mean a) a kid show with a lot of stuff about the them or b) more Anathema and conspiracy theories discussion.

That probs wouldn't have worked that well, so Gaiman made the two most colourfull characters the protagonists and in order to flesh them out added to their relationship.

Other stuff was added for comedic reasons or drama. Which I get.

So season one was a fair interpretation with necessary (to appeal to a mainstream audience) changes.

And both actors were doing an amazing job, so that helps.

Another plus is that a lot of new fans had so much fun with the material and created a ton of art/fics and revived the fandom.

And then it went off the rails somehow.

The thing is, Good Omens isn't a drama. A lot of dramatic events happen, but they feel understated, it's mainly weird, quirky and funny.

It also isn't a love story. In the romantic sense.

There is a lot of love in the book.

And I truely do not know what exactly happened, that turned such a unique little thing into the most bland, generic romance.

Probably capitalism.

I mean, just watching Crowley and Aziraphale trying to weather everyday life without having their jobs anymore would have been hilarious, but probs to niche.

And I would love to know what made Gaiman change his tune in regards to the nature of their relationship.

He does not really answer stuff, though, he's good at circumventing.

I hope at least it wasn't tumblr that influenced him. In most cases a creative process suffers from too much social media interaction. (Season 3 could get even worse).

The fandom dynamics regarding criticsm are always complicated.

I do speculate that most hyper positive fans are fairly new, just in it for the ship and going with the flow.

Also critcism is kinda a four letter word these days.

Sadly.

I mean it can be fun and relieving to went or pick apart or even ridicule and as long as it's tagged correctly nobody gets hurt by it.

Maybe 'Good Omens' also is a sore subject, because after years of being vague, Crowley/Aziraphale actually got canonized, and no matter what they represent as, they do look like a gay couple to the general audience, and people might be afraid criticsm might reflect badly on the representation they finally got.

Who knows.

In the end, one can always cherry pick. I do like some scenes, I do ship Crowley/Aziraphale, but I'm disappointed that their characters went full on angel/demon cliche contrary to the appealing, nuanced book versions.

And yeah, there is no actual plot so we might as well have gotten smth like Crowley tries to earn money by becoming an uber driver or smth (there's great fanfic about that).

But that's just me, I do get why people enjoy it. Criticsm just helps to deal a bit with the disappointment, because, like you, I was initially thrilled about the second season.

#anonymous #good omens critical #good omens #good omens season 2 #I could go on forever about that #But actually I just wanna ask why Gaiman switched their personalities to fit the cliche so much #which is the saddest thing #but he wouldn't answer that anyways

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xenoblademisadventures · 1 year

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I feel like tiering the child headcanons that I’ve seen in Xenoblade 3 :)

S Tier (literally just canon)

Nia + Rex >> Mio

The game confirms this one, right?

Pyra + Rex >> Glimmer

I’m going to pretend to make an analysis here.

Shulk + Fiora >> Nikol

They’re very cute together in-game. Shulk’s a cute father.

Morag + Brighid >> Sena

I mean, I guess it’s technically not explicitly canon, but like, explain Sena’s hair if she’s not related to Brighid challenge.

Riki + Oka >> Riku

In hindsight, I’m kinda surprised I never saw this proposed as a headcanon considering the brainrot surrounding the other Keves pairs.

A Tier (I personally hold these headcanons)

Shulk + Fiora >> Crys

I think Crys is a lame villain that is conceptually very interesting. I think the reason this is a somewhat common headcanon is because *look at him*, but also, Crys talks a lot about carving his own fate and controlling his destiny in rebellion to a world that denies him that control. He’s defined by his decision to intentionally die before reaching Homecoming. It’s an interesting perversion of Shulk’s will to defy fate. Where that will eventually results in him opposing the heroes. So, I think making Crys Shulk’s son adds to the concepts behind his character.

Shulk >> A

I wrote a fanfiction about this concept :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46817347

I’ve been a fan of Shalvis for a while, but I’m not really interested in writing romance for them (I’m aroace and autistic, writing romance just doesn’t click for me). But I really like the idea that Shulk’s will and belief in the Monado is what caused it to become alive. Which is also (somewhat) supported by the information we have about how Ontos functions. Where Ontos is reliant on the wills of others to exist as a person. Furthermore, Alvis’s design is a mash between Klaus in Galea, while A’s design is a mash between Shulk’s and Alvis’s. I’ve been growing rapidly attached to parental Shalvis since the DLC’s release.

Dunban >> Ashera

I’m guessing the main reason this isn’t the accepted headcanon is because Dunban doesn’t canonically lay down with anyone. If I were to guess, I’d say that he gets together with someone post-game, and it’s probably an OC (or NPC if you want to stick to existing characters). But, yeah, Ashera definitely looks like Dunban, she has several references to his kit in her own, they’re both dodge-tanks that also like to do dps, and she has the signature Dunban Family Stubbornness (and disregard for safety lmao). Plus her big neck injury plot stuff feels very “Dunban” to me. Like, her will is too powerful for Aionios. I imagine that the Ashera in Aionios would remind Dunban painfully of a younger version of himself, which is the main reason I like this one. I think what I like the most about this concept is that I imagine that the Ashera who grew up as Dunban’s child would be an almost unrecognizably different person than the Ashera in Aionios. Which I think could say a lot about the Aionios Ashera. Also, I imagine that Ashera’s neck injury would persist even after Aionios, which would give Dunban a massive parenting challenge to deal with.

B Tier (plausible but I disagree)

Reyn + Sharla >> Ashera

I mean, I agree with the idea that she’s the kid of someone in the main cast, but I just think her being Dunban’s kid makes more sense. That said, I totally believe in the potential for this to be fun in a fic. Like, imagine Reyn having to do anything with baby Ashera while Sharla’s just disappointed in the background. Flawless.

Melia + Shulk >> Zeon

I suspect that this is a headcanon even if I haven’t seen it. Mostly because the thought passed through my brain. My main argument against this is that I’m pretty sure Melia and Shulk didn’t get together. That said, I could totally see Zeon being Melia’s son. He’s got a noble air to him. Also, something funny about the heir to the High Entian throne become a potato farmer. He kinda gives off Kallian vibes tho. I think Melia would be proud of her potato son.

C Tier (not impossible but lame)

Shulk + Melia >> Eunie

I find Eunie as Melia’s kid to be rather lame ngl. There’s not much to work with here in terms of story prompts and it feels like a commonly accepted headcanon solely because Eunie’s in the main cast. That said, if I were to propose an alternative off the top of my head, making her Tyrea’s kid would be fucking hilarious. Like, imagine Assassin Mom and Chaos (Medic) Child.

D Tier (I disagree and think it’s lame)

Shulk + Fiora >> Noah

I mean, this headcanon only existed because Noah’s the protagonist of 3. But, it’s never made sense. Especially after the DLC and we know that Shulk has no affinity with N (plus now Shulk has an actual son). I’m not going to shit on works for including this headcanon since it’s all whatever and some of them are still very fun reads. But I, personally, find this headcanon to be both lame and unlikely.

F Tier (tbf, funny)

Egil >> Valdi

I’ve only really seen this in Egil Lives AUs, which I think is the least interesting version of this concept. Like, let’s say Egil did have a son and that son was Valdi, that would make Valdi an orphan who has to live with the baggage that his dad tried to kill everyone, including his friends, assuming he makes friends with Bionis-borne life, which could have an interesting dynamic with Valdi being the most healer healer to healer amongst the healers. We know Valdi’s a gearhead, so I wonder if he meets Shulk somehow? Maybe Vanea’s looking after him and she introduced them. Shulk didn’t know that Egil had a kid. Like, fucking imagine. Ouch. That said, I definitely see Valdi as Egil’s son as a funny AU fanfiction prompt more than anything approaching canon, which I’m pretty sure ppl who’ve written that would agree to.

Dunban + Vanea >> Lanz

I’ve seen this proposed once. And, to my understanding, it was done specifically to ruin Egil’s day. Which I, personally, approve of.

#xenoblade chronicles 3 #xenoblade series #xenoblade spoilers

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First of all, Shadow and Bone season 2 released on the most unfortunate time and in between my exams, but today was the last one and me and my non existent self-control have managed to binge watch it. And I have finally made up my mind about what to think of this new season.

I saw a post that said that for the book readers the series is like a very well written fanfiction. I obviously loved the books but it is like seeing your favorites from a different point of view, and I can’t say that I did not enjoy it.

What I loved: Even though they changed a lot of plotline and the character relationships I think they did justice to the characters and for some made them more interesting. Like most of us can agree Mal and Alina is quite a bland ship, though it remains the same, but Mal’s character in here is way better than the books. Mainly I like his change of story line in the last episode, it was quite interesting. Kaz’s backstory was shown pretty well. His trauma and past was touching and not just another random backstory. Next is the Darkling. I think his character has a lot of depth than the books. His last monologue was my favorite. In the books he is kind of like a pure evil character but here he is more of a perfect grey character and I appreciate this change. As for Wesper, even though I loved the slow burn romance, I very much enjoyed the speed-run. It’s like we get to know more of their relationship after Crooked Kingdom but for those who haven’t read the book I don’t know what they thought of it. I can only recommend them to go and read the books.

The Little things: I loved the little interactions between Inej and Alina. Inej's the cool as fuck action scenes OH MY GOD. The Crows saving everyone’s ass. Wylan saving the crow’s ass. Zoyalai interactions. All the Kanej moments from the books had me screaming. I love the angst. Tolya and Tamar, the coolest duo. Mathias😭

I hated: Mostly these are also the little things. Inej’s backstory, I don’t think they are going to show it more but it would have put more dynamic in her character. Kaz already telling he is looking for her family. NO! You were supposed to surprise her with it Kaz. Nina did not get a lot of action in the second half, she was mostly injured here and there. Kaz and Nikolai interactions was not supposed to go like that. And let's not talk about Genya and David just yet.

What’s next: I can only guess they are going to focus on King of Scars and Six of Crows, if there is a next season (can’t put my faith in netflix), and I guess Wylan’s backstory and his father will be kind of main plot of it, which I am very eager to see.

Honestly the first trilogy(s&b) is not the best installment of the Grishaverse and there is lot of potential in the plot and the characters if they change it correctly and I hope the changes would not be disappointing, while the SoC plotline and character dynamic is kind of perfect, so the less they change on that the better. And lastly, the last cliffhanger had me very intrigued for what comes next.

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LMAO court of porn and roses, i haven't read sjm but this sent me xD

i think the anon has a point tho! CW has done well with YA shows before. tvd, the 100, PLL, idk so so many ya shows that also typically followed the love triangles and various interesting cast of side characters. S and B hasn't even come close. (The 100 is a bit different maybe in the sense that it also got a fair share of adult viewers ig and it was generally less trashed on at least in the earlier seasons.)

I get that sab is a fantasy setting so might have more lore etc, but it's not a very COMPLICATED world to understand. in fact a lot of it is like this group has fire powers, this group has healing powers etc. (And they've got colour coded uniforms too!), the royal family and many citizens have no powers so they're the muggle equivalent, and the muggles are largely more dominating in this world. that's really the biggest chunk of what needs to be understood at a superficial level for the first book/season to make sense.

Additional info like the larger world can come in eventually, but things like tvd also would randomly come up with lore and audiences would just roll with it. Like ohkay now in s2 we have werewolves and also the blood of this x thing can cure vampirism and there is also some bloodline connection and hunter theory and whatnot??

Maybe it's the dumping of all the episodes in one go, but maybe it's also that sab just didn't capture non book folks as much that they'd want to make theories etc as to what's gonna happen. It just didn't create the fandom that it was supposed to. Book fans know the first one was the best one lol, and then it's the crows books that are more fun because of the heist. And non book fans didn't care all that much. And maybe this is my darklina bias but for most ya stuff you need a good romance subplot and sorry but ma*linas meadow scenes were a snoozefest for me. I couldn't care less and didn't want to sit through 10 meadow scenes. (The darklina scenes were good but those are probably done now)

You could generate enough debate or hype around character decisions and actions but the gregverse throws away all nuance in favour of making the darkling evil and where's the fun in that? So maybe have the main character face difficult choices? But it's basically alina has to do x y z to stop the evil darkling but now that she has done x y z she's gonna get punished? Was she given a choice between choosing more power vs taking more difficult paths to defeat the darkling? No she wasn't. So is there a fun love triangle where we can have folks pick a team? Nope, she has multiple love interests but one is an evil guy, the other is her childhood crush who in the show is perfect. The result is a decent ish show but not strong enough to keep pulling viewers back in.

I'm curious to see how the show fares after Season 2 because I think it will give us an idea of how many people are still invested. Are non-book fans going to tune in to another season? Will they go back and binge the first season to refresh? How will show darklina shippers deal with the darklina arc being derailed and demonized? Most of them already seem disappointed with the direction of the source material and have shied away from picking up the books as a result. Will the Mal and Alina dynamic be interesting enough to keep people rooting for them? And more deliciously, will there be a similar audience backlash if Alina loses her powers? 😈

I just don't think the source material for the original trilogy is really strong enough for non-book fans to actually enjoy. Even regular old book fans are salty about a myriad of things, let alone have much hope for how they could be adapted for the screen.

As for the love triangle, I think general audiences are getting annoyed with the overuse of the trope. Even Leigh clearly understood she played with fire by adding that Alina-Darkling-Mal-Nikolai love quadrangle because it left so much of the fandom against her canon ship that she conveniently had all the main characters of the Six of Crows franchise in safe one-to-one ships to avoid potential backlash.

#viv answers #i wish i was more into soc since its clearly better written but idk #i just have to accept that the original trilogy holds more interest to me because of all the wasted potential

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Final thoughts of MA: Andromed

With general spoilers under cut!

This game felt like a Disney version of Mass Effect. Plot wise, it was very much a happy ending for all. Many missions had choices that were really not that conflicting, and I think only once I found myself in doubt on what to choose (the krogans vs salarian Pathfinder choice). For the rest, all the other choices had basically little negative consequence, or sometimes you did not even have a choice but your companions decided what to choose. For example, Peebee wants to save Kalinda, and your choice is shooting at Kalinda to get her to save the Remnant tech instead. Unless you are an absolute jerk, that is not a choice at all (a choice would have been to convince Peebee to save Kalinda or the tech).

I was generally okay with it, because I want the absolute happy ending, but I also feel like there is little replayability a part from a different romance path.

The plot was generally okay, even if there were too many things in it and I found myself caring more about personal quests than the full quest. The fact that we do not get any answer about Remant tech, or a final Kett ending doesn´t help. We just- activated tech we don´t really understand and that is supposed to be a victory, not sure how. At least we could decide to elect Moshae as an ambassador, and act less like colonists and more like guests, during the game.

I like exploring the planets, the different environments were always something I missed from Mass Effect, and I enjoyed the companions more than the Mass Effect ones. Companions and crew in ME always felt like on the brink of tearing each others apart, while here everyone really felt like a family. Not to mention how much family and connection were part of the main overall plot. Loved the voice actors too, and Ryder felt to me much more like an rpg character than Shepard. 10/10 would play again in the future, and definitely romance Peebee.

About the quest, not too fond of them. Many of them required zero investigation, but only go to A, find door locked, find point B, click on console, door open. Meh. At least there was a lot of party banter on those car rides. I also was not too fond of the map, the way it selected for missions sometimes was a bit confusing, or intentionally confusing given that some terrain could not be reached through certain points.

The lore was okay, I really enjoyed the idea of ancient technology, but after playing Heaven´s Vault four times and seeing how it can be done, and how creepy and interesting it can be, I was a bit disappointed by the fact that we never got to the bottom of the Remnant technology, or even the ethics of SAM as an implant. Or who was the Benefactor. I know there will be no future game, but I wish there could be one, just to see what happens. I also feel like the crew was left that a good finishing point, so a sequel using the other twin would be interesting.

I also played this just after Outer Worlds so it was definetely interesting to compare the two. I preferred ME:A just because the end of Outer Worlds left me a bit disappointed by how little impact we had on the actual society (capitalism).

Still, definitely enjoyed Andromeda. Great characters, and I played it for free on Xbox pass, so I might one day actually buy it.

#mass effect andromeda #somehow it left me wanting to play divinity original sin 2 #just starving for good combat #not that the one in mae was bad #it was better than other mass effect games

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ALL RHODES LEAD HERE BOOK REVIEW

Genre(s): Fiction, Contemporary, Romance

TW: loss of parent/grief

STAR RATING: 5/5

SPICE RATING: 3/5

SYNOPSIS:

Aurora De La Torre knows moving back to a place that was once home isn’t going to be easy.

Starting your whole life over probably isn’t supposed to be.

But a small town in the mountains might be the perfect remedy for a broken heart.

Checking out her landlord across the driveway just might cure it too.

READ THIS IF YOU:

Have a soft spot for big, grumpy, blue-collar men

Enjoy nature and spending time outdoors

Need a lil found family trope goodness

Enjoy plot-driven romances (but don’t worry, this is still very character driven also)

CHARACTERS:

Aurora De La Torre:

I always love when characters in books have depth and their past is discussed in a way that gives us (the readers) an understanding as to what led them to present day. Aurora had JUST that. She had struggles from her past that she was fleeing from (rightfully) and just wanted to start over at the only place she knew as home. She had goals while still not entirely sure what her future held, which I think is relatable for most people. I know the whole “finding themselves” trope gets a little cliché, but I think Mariana Zapata wrote this flawlessly in Aurora.

Aurora is perseverant and determined to claim what is rightfully hers throughout this entire novel, even if it’s not easy. Tough hike? Tough SHIT, she’s set on getting through it. Coincidentally, I think this is her biggest strength and biggest weakness. Throughout the novel, Aurora often desperately needs help but refuses it as a way to build her character, even if she’s miserable; which, to me, is the tell-tale sign of a strong female main character and I eat that shit up every. single. time. But don’t be fooled, when Aurora is offered help or assistance, she takes it with gratitude.

Aurora is troubled in several different ways from her past, but none of those things inhibit her ability to be a decent person. She’s not spiteful to the universe (although she has every right to be) and she treats everyone with respect as long as respect is given to her. I think she is the absolute model blueprint for my favorite type of FMC.

Tobias Rhodes:

I’d say “don’t even get me started on Rhodes”, but please, get me started on Rhodes. THIS MAN????? Perfection. Absolute unfettered perfection. Tobias Rhodes, too, has a past and it creates so much depth in his character. Seeing how he acts and why is so important for me in a grumpy x sunshine romance because otherwise the MMC comes off as just being irritated at everyone and everything purely because he’s allowed to.

Rhodes tends to keep people at a distance until he becomes comfortable due in part because he is protective over his son. Watching him unfold throughout this book was probably my favorite aspect because he was the gift that kept on giving. Every time him and Aurora interacted there was just a small glimmer of something new in his words and actions each time. You just can’t help but fall in love with him yourself once he starts showing his sense of humor, selflessness, and empathy.

If your love language is acts of service, then OH BOY are you in major luck with this book. Rhodes shares his love in multifaceted ways, but acts of service is his BREAD AND BUTTER YA’LL. You won’t be disappointed.

PRAISES, CRITIQUES, AND MY THOUGHTS:

I really, truly, HONESTLY have nothing bad to say about this book. I grappled for hours before sitting down to write this review for something even slightly bad about this book and I just couldn’t think of anything.

Mariana Zapata has been crowned the queen of slow-burn romances, and after reading this book (my first of hers) I can attest that she was crowned appropriately. This book is pretty lengthy at a whopping 559 pages, but I was never bored while reading this. If things weren’t actively happening, then things were being built up for something to happen soon. It really is a gift for an author to be able to write 559 pages of words that don’t bore the reader.

There was banter, yearning, and tension (SO MUCH TENSION!!!). The characters meshed together flawlessly and confirmed for Aurora that she made the right decision returning to Pagosa Springs. After being chewed up and spit out by her ex-husband’s family, she deserved to be surrounded by a group of people that cared about her and I am so over the moon that she got exactly what she deserved. Found family tropes in books will never cease to make me smile.

This book was recommended to be from a post that I made about wanting romance book recs with an MMC that resembled Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. Luke Danes and Tobias Rhodes are two pieces cut from the same fabric so if you’re a Luke Danes stan then just know ‘All Rhodes Lead Here’ will not disappoint you.

I can always tell that a book was a five-star read for me when I find myself instantly thinking about how no book could ever compare to it. I think I’m going to be looking for Tobias Rhodes in every romance book I read in the future and that should speak for itself.

READ THIS BOOK IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU!!!!!

#all rhodes lead here #mariana zapata #book review #book blogger #tobias rhodes

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Mirroring Identities

Connor Temple believed he was close to returning to his own timeline and home. Instead he finds himself in a world that should not exist while he struggles with non-existent memories. Can he ever remember his identity? Pre/post Alice. Post Primeval S3.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6106179/1/Mirroring-Identities

Chapters: 13

Published: 2010-07-03 - 2010-09-06

Words: 19945

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Romance/Drama - Characters: Abby M., Hatter - Reviews: 86 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 15

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

"Everything al'ite, love?" David asked as he continued to glare at Jack and the way his hands were around Alice's. He couldn't help but feel as if he was in Wonderland again as Jack continued to stare longingly at Alice, his Alice . She shook her head before commenting as she pulled her hands back, "No, Jack is just being his usual self," then asked, "Where did you go?"

"If you had answered my cell then I would have told you, wouldn't have I?" he said back. Yet when Alice just continued to stare up at him he gave in and told her, "I was in the park when it began to rain, then Abby let me go to her flat to see if I could remember anything." "Did you?" David solemnly nodded.

"That's why I tried to call you and then walked over here. I want you to come with me back to Abby's flat so we can all talk," David said and Alice instantly stood but so did Jack. "Jack…" Alice whispered hoping he would get the hint. "When I said 'we', mate, I meant Abby, Alice and myself, not you," David growled and Jack instantly backed off.

"Alice, can we speak for a moment, love?" he asked. Alice told Jack good bye and informed him they would keep him updated. David grasped her hand and she willingly followed him out of the café. David lead her to a private room and she feared what he could possibly wanted to talk about alone. "Alice, I recalled many of my memories while was at Abby's flat and… I'm so lost," he admitted finally.

Alice anxiety melted away as concern for David overwhelmed her. She finally realized David was just as scared as she was by the whole ordeal. "Hatter," she said using his old name affectionately, "Why don't we just go home?" she offered.

David was taken back for a moment. Alice never ran away from anything but now she was suggesting they forget everything they learned and just left now. "But Alice…" he began but then she cut him off, "When my dad remembered it was nice but also horrible painful. I don't really want to go through that again or have you go through anything like that."

"Alice," he said as he tried to soothe her. "If we leave now this would forever haunt me, you now that, love," he stated and of course, she understood. "I do love you," he said clearly as he wrapped his arms around her. "Mmmhmm," she mumbled into his chest.

"What was that, love?" David asked. "I said 'ditto'" she answered. "You still can't say it, can you?" he asked with a frustrated sigh as he let his arms drop. Alice didn't answer, simply followed him out the door and towards Abby's flat.

Abby practically jumped off the couch when she heard the doorbell ring. Who was she kidding; she did jumped then ran right to her door. "David!… and Alice," she stated with obvious disappointment. "Hello to you too," Alice said with irritation while David just nodded. "May we come in?" she asked. Abby put a smile on her face as she replied, "Of course," then moved out of the way.

Alice looked over the flat to notice the things that reminded her of David in the flat; she assumed they must have been Connor's. Yet, she wasn't sure who the Star Wars collections belong to. "So this was yours and Connor's flat?" Alice asked Abby. "It still is," Abby replied with her usual feistiness.

Alice continued to look around and David could not help but feel frightened with the two women in the small flat. "So, how long have you and David been together?" Abby asked as she continued to stare at the brunette. "Um, about two months now, right David?" she replied and he only managed a single nod. It was enough for Abby to see, "Connor and I were together for three years," she said confidently. "Livin' together," it was the first thing David managed to say.

"What?" Alice and Abby seemed to talk in unison as they faced David. "Well, truth be told, we weren't dating but just livin' together. We never started datin' while I was here," he corrected. Abby couldn't help but grimaced as Alice smiled like a victor. Alice then turned to the rest of the flat.

"Do you work out?" Alice asked as she spied the large punching bag. "Um, yes, I do. I also do kick boxing and some stuff," Abby answered before asking, "Do you work out?" Alice turned to her before modestly answering, "I teach karate." "Oh, like to kids?" Abby replied. David could not help but wince yet his facial expression went unnoticed by the women. "No, I teach all ages and difficulties at a dojo in New York," Alice defended herself before swinging the punching bag before turning back to a cross armed Abby.

The two women seemed to glare each other down for the longest time and David wished he had never suggested the two met. Suddenly, both women seemed to kick simultaneously at each other.

David was suddenly at a lost to do as he watched the two women he cared for… loved for fight each other. He couldn't exactly break them up as whoever was on his right could possibly be hurt by his 'sledgehammer'. He still had no clue if it was just as powerful in Alice's world as it was in Wonderland.

As luck would have it; it seemed that he did not need to find out. Becker and Danny rushed in and broke up the two up before anyone was seriously hurt. Sarah stare at the two women and then at David. "What did you do?" she said bitterly towards him. David raised his hand in the air in defense, "Nothing, just thought we could all talk." "Well, you thought wrong, obviously," Sarah remarked.

David sat in his own gloom as he stared blankly at his lager. "Are you going to drink that, Mate, or trying to ask it on a date?" Danny remarked as he took a swig of his own frothy beverage. "Hoping it would give me the answers I seek," he replied.

After Abby and Alice had calmed down, Sarah promptly kicked all the men out so the girls could 'talk'. David felt completely useless which is probably why he agreed to a trip to a pub with Danny and Becker. While Danny kept chatting David up, Becker at least respected the man's dilemma and kept quiet.

"You know, I realized somethin'," Danny began with drunken slur. David could not help but wonder if he had liked the man in his 'past' life. Right now, he most certainly did not. "You seem to have a thing… with blue eyed girls… who know how to fight," he finished with one of his fingers in David's face.

David just gapped at him and Becker shook his head. While David did not like the man, he spoke the truth. Abby and Alice were so alike while they were both so different. David didn't think he had certain attractions to girls but it would seem he did like feisty blue-eyed girls.

Becker must have been more intent on consoling him since he did not like what Danny was aiming at. "It must be hard to find this entire out in such a short time," Becker said a little more soberly than Danny had managed.

Suddenly, David phoned ringed and he hoped it had been Alice calling but it was just a text. "She's says she's back at the hotel waiting… with Jack," David sighed. Couldn't nothing ever go right for him? Just once? Becker nodded in understanding, "Wonder what Sarah talked to the both of them about." David just shrugged, he had no idea.

"Well, looks like you've got yourself an important decision to make," Danny stated with a slight grin. "What are you talkin' about?" David and Becker seemed to mumble at the same time. "David, you can't have either of them or live in two places at once so unless you find a way to clone yourself…" Then Becker stepped in, "You're goin' to have to choose between Abby and Alice." David looked solemnly down at his lager with the grim realization he was going to have to choose, but who would he choose?

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I love Shadow and Bone but I gotta tell you all— if you are in it for the enemies to lovers trope? Read the Folk of the Air series by Holly Black. Stunningly good enemies to lovers romance and the main character Jude is honestly the love of my LIFE.

Like I like Alina, clearly, but Jude has a level of agency and character that just are UNPARALLELED in a new adult fantasy heroine.

#tfota #shadow and bone #so if you were disappointed by the romance in s&b #may I offer you a Cardan in these trying times?#he’s my book boyfriend hands down #queer vibes? check #wears makeup? check #a prince? check #THE ENEMY IN AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS SLOW BURN???? CHECKKKKK!!!!#I mean I say slow burn there are kisses in all three books but it is slow burn of mutual LOVE

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Every Single Issue I Have With S*lki (It’s Not Just The Selfcest)

Here goes. I threatened to post this a few days ago and never did, but I just saw a s*lki stan Twitter account claim that Loki caring about Sylvie more than the whole multiverse was a Good And Romantic thing and it pushed me over the fucking edge, so now you all have to read this. I’ve divided it into categories cause there’s just THAT much.

OOC Bullshit

• First and foremost, no amount of mental gymnastics you do will ever make me believe that this specific Loki- the one that just invaded New York, that just came off a year of Thanos Torture, that just got done being influenced by the sceptre, that was literally in the middle of a crisis already, and then on top of that went through all the trauma of Ep 1- would even be worried about a romantic relationship. That would be the furthest thing from his mind. Go back and watch how he acted in Avengers- you think that guy would abandon his previous mission to become a snivelling simp for a girl he’d just met 3 days prior? Yeah, there’s no universe in which that makes sense.

• “It’s very in character for Loki to fall in love with himself lololol-“ NO, it’s literally not. Out of all the characters in the mcu, I don’t think I can think of anyone that genuinely hates themselves more than Loki. He even referred to all his other male variants as “monsters” and said meeting them was “a nightmare” in this series. He’s got so much self-loathing, plus the fact that he genuinely thinks himself to be an evil backstabbing scourge- so there’s no evidence at all suggesting that he would ever develop a fondness for, or even be inclined to trust, another version of himself, after only knowing them for 3 days.

• Building on that, the whole concept of Loki falling in love with a version of himself just feeds into the annoying ass misconception that he’s a narcissist. No matter which way you stack it, he’s not. If you’re referring to NPD, he doesn’t fit the criteria, and if you’re saying “narcissist” just as a slang term meaning “selfish and arrogant”, that still doesn’t accurately describe him. But when creators like Waldron and Herron do things like having him fall in love with himself, it makes it so much easier for casual viewers to think that he is.

Shitty LGBT Rep

• It’s kinda sus that Loki’s are allegedly genderfluid and yet the only female-presenting variant we see (and apparently the only female-presenting variant there is, cause the male Loki’s all seemed unfamiliar with the concept) is treated as some kind of mind-bogglingly special paradox. Also very sus that, out of all the Loki variants, the one our Loki falls in love with just so happens to be the only female one. What a coincidence.

• The fact that the creators of the show went around bragging about Loki’s bisexuality and Marvel purposefully (lbr) allowed stories about Loki possibly having a male love interest to circulate, specifically enticing queer viewers to watch the show (you know, the definition of queerbaiting), and then instead of having a male love interest (Loki was the first queer main character, so it was the perfect opportunity) they gave us *gestures to this dumpster fire* this… it’s just a middle finger to LGBT fans. The fact that they would rather have this relationship with all its myriad of problems than have a gay relationship is just……. Very telling.

• While him being with a woman obviously doesn’t refute his bisexuality, the fact that they showed/talked about him being interested in 3 different women (flight attendant, Sylvie, Sif) and never even hinted at him being attracted to a man, definitely makes it seem like they were trying to cover up his bisexuality to smooth things over with the more homophobic viewers. You know? It’s like “I know you’re pissed that we sorta confirmed Loki as bi, so we promise we’ll never mention it again! Or even hint at it! As a matter of fact, we’ll give him lots of female lovies and make him seem as straight as possible! That’ll take your mind off of that horrible crumb of queer rep, right? Please please please keep giving us your money!!!”

• Aside from all the other issues, at its core, the biggest reason why I think I’m so irritated with s*lki is that it took one of the most interesting, complex, and diverse characters in cinema atm and squished him into a tired ass unnecessary heteronormative subplot…. Like literally every. single. other. protagonist. ever. Loki is such a unique character, and it’s so so so incredibly disappointing that they stuck him into that same boring cookie cutter romance that happens to every other character in every other movie I’ve ever seen. It’s a disservice, and it’s honestly just not compelling or entertaining at all.

Thematic Issues Galore

• His arc didn’t need a romance. With anyone. It was unnecessary and it didn’t make sense plot-wise. In fact, one of the reasons he was my fav prior to this was because he was the only big-name mcu character whose story wasn’t muddied-up by a romance that didn’t need to be there. So much for that.

• He wasn’t emotionally ready for a romantic relationship with anyone. Hell, just a genuine friendship would’ve been pushing it for him at this point. He was in such a bad state that any relationship he got into would’ve been toxic and unhealthy for both him and the other person, and it doesn’t make sense why the writers would want to put him in one when there were so many cons and essentially no pros (other than “Uwu aren’t they cute together”).

• Sylvie’s character in general was unnecessary and Loki’s character was robbed just by her being there. The whole show became about her post-Ep 2. They spent most of the time giving her backstory, building her up, telling us how awesome she is, trying to convince us to like her, etc when what they really needed to be doing was building Loki up- cause I gotta say, if I had to describe TVA!Loki in a few words, they would be Flat, Boring, and Weak.

• The romance overtakes the plot. They spend time portraying their supposed connection that could’ve been spent adding depth and complexity to literally any of the characters. They make the big Nexus Event them giving each other googly eyes on Lamentis when it could’ve been so many other way more profound things that speak to the fundamental nature of Loki’s. They have the climax of the finale be “oh no she betrayed him to kill He Who Remains” when it could’ve been something way more compelling (Loki having a moral crisis over whether or not to kill HWR, Loki contemplating the state of the multiverse and weighing the pros and cons of freedom vs order, Loki looking into some What If situations and getting emotional about what could’ve been regarding his family, Loki realising the gravity of HWR’s offer and finally coming to terms with how important he is to the universal cycle, etc etc). The entire plot suffered in favour of a romance that half of us didn’t even want.

• It essentially reduced all of Loki’s potential character growth down to “He did it for his crush.” He seemed to at least have some motivations of his own in Ep 1-2 (feeble as they were) but after Sylvie showed up in Ep 3, literally every action he took was just him being a simp for her. Why did he lie in the interrogation? To try to protect Sylvie. Why did he fight the minutemen and Timekeepers? To survive kinda, but mostly cause it was important to Sylvie. Why did he get pruned? Cause he got distracted trying to confess his crush to Sylvie. Why did he try to get out of The Void? Cause he thought Sylvie needed him. Why did he stay in The Void? Cause Sylvie was staying. Why did he try to enchant Alioth? Cause Sylvie told him to. Why did the multiverse get cracked open, leading to an infinite number of Kangs waging war on all of existence? Cause Loki didn’t wanna hurt Sylvie in their fight at the Citadel and then get distracted by her kissing him. It’s uninteresting and honestly pretty embarrassing.

• Throughout their “relationship arc” the writers do their absolute damndest to convince us that we should like Sylvie more than Loki. And you know what? It’s the most hypocritical shit I’ve ever seen. They preach and preach about how Sylvie’s life has been so difficult/we should feel bad for her/she had it so bad/poor poor sylvie/she had it SO much worse than pampered prince Loki…. But then they never even touch on any of Loki’s trauma of hardships (the ones that have been ignored for literally 3 movies now). They frame Sylvie as a good person and a Freedom Fighter after she spent literal decades/centuries mass-murdering brainwashed TVA agents and showing exactly zero remorse for it….. but then they make it their mission to constantly remind us that Loki is a terrible person and constantly put him in situations where he’s forced to acknowledge his wrongdoings/show remorse/admit to how “evil” he is for being a mass murderer for like 2 years. They show him on-screen having a wider range of powers than her, and perpetuate his whole shtick of being a “master manipulator” or whatever….. But then they make Sylvie “the brawn” more competent, intelligent, and physically capable than him. Tell me how it’s a good thing for a ship to be so narratively biased toward one character.

Missed Opportunities

• If they absolutely had to have a romance subplot, then they could’ve paired Loki with one of the characters that have already been established OR one of the characters that were a big part of the whole TVA storyline anyway. It would’ve been so interesting if they’d revealed that Loki had a history with some of the players from previous films (Sif and Fandral both come to mind). It also would’ve been really interesting if they’d given Loki a love interest that actually had some allegiance to the TVA as a whole (Mobius maybe, but not necessarily. It also could’ve been Renslayer or B-15). Hell, imo it would’ve been cool if they’d followed through with that “See you again someday” line that he said to the flight attendant in Ep 1. ALL of these characters have way more chemistry with him than Sylvie, and they were also already relevant to the plot without wasting half the show to give background info on them.

• If they absolutely had to have a hetero-presenting love story involving an enchantress-type figure, then there’s a whole Enchantress (Amora) that was actually Loki’s love interest in the comics. Plus, fans have been screaming for Amora to appear in the mcu for years. Plus, Tom literally pitched an Amora/Loki storyline way back in 2012-13. Also, Lorelei (another enchantress) is also one of Loki’s love interests in the comics, and she already exists in the mcu (she was on Agents of SHIELD). There were several different established characters for them to choose from. Creating a whole knew amalgamation of a character and going with the “she’s a Loki variant” storyline was just completely unnecessary and made no sense.

• They completely robbed us of a Chaos Twins dynamic. Had they handled Sylvie better and not forced her and Loki to smooch, the two of them could’ve had a really really complex and interesting sibling relationship. Loki could’ve stepped into Thor’s shoes and sort of used that new role to gain some self importance, and Sylvie could’ve finally had somebody to look out for her/teach her magic/be there for her. It would’ve been very aesthetically pleasing, the vibes would’ve been out of this world, it would’ve been way more profound than this bs, and frankly it would’ve been much more entertaining to watch.

• Loki’s relationship (read: obsession) with Sylvie completely overshadows all Loki’s other relationships in the show. Loki and Mobius were literally the focal point of the series in Ep 1-2, but after Sylvie showed up in Ep 3, they barely had any interactions with each other, and Mobius pretty much faded to the background entirely. Loki had the beginnings of a pretty interesting antagonistic relationship with Renslayer (with her wanting him pruned, then arguing with Mobius that he couldn’t be trusted), but after Sylvie showed up the dynamic shifted to focus on the history between her and Ravonna. Loki and B-15 started off very badly and openly disliked each other throughout Ep 1-2, and then in the end of Ep 2, Loki showed a little bit of concern for her when she was possessed, hinting that they might be inching toward a reconciliation- especially considering how obvious it was that Loki was gonna uncover the TVA’s sins eventually. There was so much potential for him to be the one to give her her memories back and convince her to change sides, but no, of course that honor went to Sylvie. In fact, after Sylvie showed up, Loki and B-15 never even spoke to each other again.

Various S*lki Fails

• If they were trying to convince us that this affection was mutual, they completely failed. There’s nothing I’ve seen that even hints at Sylvie feeling the same way about Loki that he does about her. At most, I’d say she has a slight endearment to him. She finds him likeable and she’s grudgingly fond of him, but she definitely isn’t in love with the guy. Maybe she thinks he’s cute and hopes that he gets out of this mess alright, but her mission obviously comes before him- whereas, it’s been confirmed multiple times that Loki cares about her above anything else. She doesn’t trust him, she looks at him like he’s an incompetent fool half the time, she shows little to no reaction during most of his confession moments, and she kissed him as a means to distract him so that she could get him out of her way. Look, all I’m saying is, when you get into a relationship where one of you is way more invested than the other, it never ends well.

• This goes without saying for a lot of us, but the selfcest is just straight up odd and cringey. If you’re cool with that sort of thing, fine! People can ship what they want! But don’t pretend it’s not at least a little bit uncomfortable. Yes, I know they’re not technically siblings so it’s not technically incest, and they’re also not technically the exact same person, but they’re similar enough that it makes things weird. And yes I know selfcest can’t happen in real life, so there’s no way to judge it morally, but neither can most of the other stuff that happens in these shows/movies (the Snap, Loki destroying jotunheim, superhero with powers being held accountable, mind control) and yet we still find ways to judge their morality, because they all mirror real-world events. (The snap= genocide; Loki destroying Jotunheim= bombing other countries; superhero accountability= weapons accountability; mind control= grooming and coercion). And lbr the closest real-world mirror to two versions of the same person (who may or may not share DNA, family, backgrounds, physical and emotion characteristics) being romantically involved with one another is incest. And you can be ok with that if you want- that’s your prerogative- but don’t get pissy just cause a lot of us are squicked out by it.

• The whole mirror metaphor (learning self love via each other) thing just fell completely flat. First of all, having Loki learn to love himself by looking at someone who mirrors him did not, in any way shape or form, require them to be romantically involved. But they were. Of course. Secondly, the creators have contradicted themselves so many times on whether Loki and Sylvie are the same or not, that it doesn’t even really register to the viewer that the mirroring thing was what they were going for. Finally, Loki and Sylvie are shown to have so little in common- and to have only the most bare minimum of similarities personality-wise- that it doesn’t even make sense that Loki would “learn to love himself through loving her”. Like? They’re nothing alike. So how would he make the connection that he himself is actually pretty cool, based on her alone? There’s virtually nothing in her that reflects him.

• I know the objective of the entire show was to convince us of how awesome and unique Sylvie is, but honestly her relationship with Loki just did the opposite. A hallmark of a Mary Sue is having her constantly upstage the male lead, and then having him instantly fall madly in love with her anyway. And that’s.. exactly what happened here. Everything they’re doing to try to force her character to be more stan-able is really just forcing her to look more like their self-insert OC. Which is exactly what she is. It would’ve been so much more satisfying if she didn’t have to try so hard to look cool, if they didn’t have to try so hard to make her backstory tear-inducing, if they didn’t have to turn our protagonist into a snivelling simp just to prove how incredible she supposedly is. Very much #GirlBoss energy and we all know how performative and cheap that is.

• The entire thing was too rushed, there was too little build-up, and it was nowhere near believable. As stated above, it’s ridiculously unlikely that Loki would canonically even be interested in Sylvie, and this show did nothing to explain why he was. He just suddenly was. There was nothing they showed us as viewers that would justify a guy as closed-off and preoccupied as Loki falling head-over-heels for a girl he just met. Their was no explanation, no big revelation, no reasoning, it just… kinda happened. And I’m also severely skeptical of any love story that has the characters go in this deep after only 3 45-minute episodes of exposition.

I’m sure there’s other stuff, so if anyone thinks of anything, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add it. Tagging @janetsnakehole02 @raifenlf @natures-marvel and @brightredsunset800 for expressing interest. This is all your faults.

#antisylki #loki meta #kinda #loki series critical #loki series negativity #anti loki x sylvie #anti loki series #anti sylvie #frosty bby #loki deserved better #I don’t even like TVA!Loki tho so I guess it doesn’t matter with him lmao #tva loki #loki laufeyson

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request(s); IZURU SMUT WITH AFAB READER - IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT THE CONTENT INCLUDED IN IT IS,I JUST, NO ONE REALLY WRITES FOR THE SCARY M A N 😢😢😢

paring(s); Izuru x AFAB!reader

warning(s); cussing, woAHH reader is a prostitute hired by enoshima, reader is AFAB, oral sex (m receiving), humiliation kink whoop, degradation kink double whoop, ah yes dirty talk, degrading names, spit-play, prositution, multiple orgasms, wall sex, slow and steady wins the race, dumbification, begging, dacryphillia, sadism, kind of like fuck or die???? but not really??????? AND DEAR LORD I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING WITH THIS GOD oii

note; i actually had a dream similar to this— also i lowkey got attached to these characters and now im seriously considering making a series of this???? DHSBJDDBF IDK IT REMINDS ME OF, LIKE AAAA IDK

wc; 4.1k+

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Everything was terribly boring.

It was funny; that had been the only thought Izuru seemed to have in his brain, even as you were on your knees sucking him off like he was your last meal. Glaring down at you, he stifled a disappointed sigh. In all honesty, you weren’t bad; but he knows he could do much better, perhaps even find much better. It was almost a guarantee that he’d get someone else to do the job for him much better.

Sitting on the throne of a comfortable chair, he had barely broken a sweat, nor had he even moaned a single time. Of course, that would frustrate you; you were squeezing whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth, ‘faking’ moans—or at least that’s what you told yourself you were doing—to send vibrations down his spine, and swallowing all the filthy pre-cum of his cock had released. And the man didn’t even have the gall to at least pretend to like it.

It irritated you.

Why had he even accepted Enoshima’s offer for you if he hadn’t even been enjoying it? You hadn’t even touched yourself yet, and you were the one completely soaking in your panties—whilst you swore you heard him sigh, and not one of pleasure. Every part of it was humiliating for you.

“This is boring, get off.” You perked your head up, popping your lips off the unsatisfied pink tip, and to your humiliation, you looked up at him with sad, puppy dog eyes; ones that you hadn’t even purposely put on. You felt your heart drop all the way down to your stomach, “Boring…?” Well, that did it.

Desperation turned into anger, and before you knew it, you had been crawling on this man��s lap, thighs straddling him, and hands digging into his shoulder as you looked down at him with feigned dominance. You gritted your teeth, he hadn’t a single reaction, just a look of genuine curiosity, and the same look of bored annoyance. He didn’t seem to like being suddenly touched, not like you even cared. Boring, huh? You’d prove to this self-entitled fuck, you weren’t as boring as he thought you to be.

“... What do you think you’re doing?” With his question of genuine intent to know, his dull tone of voice seemed to have affected your interpretation of what he truly meant to say. Despite the condescending and almost offended tone, he truly wanted to know. Someone like you, crawling into his lap as if you hadn’t been face-to-face with possibly the world’s most dangerous human being; brought a small spark of interest in his chest.

Maybe you had some potential, he would think. “Are you trying to prove yourself to me?” With his eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation, you leaned back as you felt him lean in. With his nose inches away from yours, you shrunk just a slight but kept your act as strong as you could hold it for.

You gulped, gaze and grip faltering underneath his piercing gaze. Suddenly you felt small again. Your previous surge of dominance seemed to crumble and collapse as he brought his hands up to grope at your hips, reminding you who was really in charge here. He narrowed his eyes as he felt your hesitance and yielding, his large hands that had cupped your ass had practically been supporting all your weight as you backed down in the body and in mind. Damn it. He wondered where your confidence went, it was only just getting fun— but perhaps, all good things come to an end.

Well. He wasn’t going to let you give up that easily.

Suddenly, he let go, causing your ass that had once been held up by his hands, to fall back and knock onto his knees harshly; and you swore you could see a ghost of an expectant smirk on his face. Surprising you further, Izuru uttered 4 words that only seemed to confuse you, yet excite you all the same.

“Go on then. Try.” Your breath hitched, averted eyes now confused and focused them back onto the long-haired male. “W- what?” Izuru’s eyes narrowed at you, and the impatient look he had sent to you almost felt like a reward as you felt yourself growing more sodden. “Try and prove that you aren’t just another hole. That’s why you’re still here, no?” He spoke, and you swore you could hear his voice lower in tone.

He rested his hands on the armrests of his chair, leaning back ever so slightly as he got comfortable; as if he was about to watch a performance made just for him—which hadn’t been far from the truth.

But to your surprise and not his, you obeyed.

If this was your chance to prove yourself to him— the ultimate hope that everyone seemed to be intimidated by—you’d take it. Of course, you would.

Despite the growing anxiety in your heart that you’d mess up, you pushed it down and put one brave façade; he would sense your fear if you displayed it too much.

Your efforts turned futile anyway; you should’ve known he’d sense your hesitance.

Acknowledging your hesitance you thought hadn’t been too obvious about, Izuru brought it up. “What’s stopping you? Your fear?” Izuru hummed, leaning down to peck at your chest, “Well, that’s understandable; you should be scared.” Followed by the light sound of his lips against your heated shoulder.

“... Though I assume that’s not what you’re afraid of at this moment.” Assume? More like knew. You were so predictable to him, a flick of your finger could tell him exactly what you’re thinking. With a tender gaze you were surely seeing wrong, he stared up at you expectantly as he waited for your answer.

“Well?” You gritted your teeth at his sudden gentleness, taking more offence to it than you should have. You didn’t like being treated with kid gloves, not by him at least; for all you know, he kills children. “I’m not scared of anything—” He was huge, of course, you were terrified. ”How do you know I’m not just trying to slow it down, so you’re ready for it?” You challenged, shifting yourself above his tip that still glistened with your saliva from the earlier blow. Izuru looked at you, nearly taken aback.

It made you feel incompetent. As if he thought you couldn’t do it, as if he thought you couldn’t give him the best night of your life. Of course, you’d be offended. No one likes being underestimated, especially not by him. It just brings you a whole new different feeling of humiliation.

And he knew that. He just wanted you to hurry up, you know, provoke you a little. Foreplay was… Boring; he’d think with a small smile.

“Surely, you’re not that idio—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale, lips parting and eyebrow twitching from the way your slick cunt slid over the tip of his dick, sinking in with ease. “I- I’m not what?” You breathed out, a shaky, smug grin contorting on your face as you tried your best to conceal the fact his dick had felt like it had literally been splitting you in two. “Hnnahh— Jesus-” You dropped your head for a second, nails digging deeper into the material of his suit; surprisingly, he didn’t care all that much about the material damage—at the moment, he cared more about the fact you hadn’t even sunk half his dick in yet, and you already looked like you were near-tears.

Maybe care would be an overstatement.

You bit down on your once-smug smile, jaw going slack as you felt the pleasant curve of his dick, rub against your vaginal walls ever so slightly—following the movements of your own heavy panting. “You shouldn’t be so cocky, S/o.” He didn’t seem to hear the irony hiding in between his almost-mocking words.

You scoffed at his taunting statement, staring him straight in the eye as you walked further into his trap, and sunk down lower—stifling a wince as you felt him sink in you alarmingly deep. How big was he!? Well, you already knew the answer to that question. Your jaw still hurt from earlier. But that stretch had been positively incomparable to the stretch your pussy had currently been experiencing.

Izuru pursed his lips, silently groaning at the way your walls clamped onto him as if you were already trying to milk him of his cum. You were so tight, he noted in his mind; well he wasn’t going to complain. As a sex worker, he would’ve expected you to be looser, easier to slip in; it seemed one of his predictions had been incorrect.

In a dry, uncaring tone, he addressed the bead of sweat forming on your forehead from the stretch. “Can you really take it? You look like you’re in pain.” the part that irked you the most had been the small undertone of genuine concern for your being. Yeah, Izuru; the ultimate I-don’t-care-if-you’re-dead, cared if you could take his dick.

Maybe your heart would’ve been swelling with joy, had it not taken a large hit on your pride. You were a sex worker, not the protagonist of a fucking romance comedy.

You could feel yourself growing angrier and angrier by the second; a large part of you just wanted to get him off and leave—but there was a larger part of you that… strangely wanted to please this man, prove him wrong.

Don’t get me wrong, the urge was purely sexual.

Rolling your eyes at his ‘concern’, “Can you just- Nh!” you held your breath before clutching onto his suit a little more desperately than you wanted to as you sunk the rest of him inside you. Embarrassment made its debut in your reddening cheeks as you unwillingly let a few whimpers slip out. “—B- be fucking quiet? For on- Mn! O- once?” He paused before retorting back in that same blunt tone, seemingly unamused by your curses as he had been busy watching your bodily reactions closely, as well as feeling them first hand. “... You’re shivering.” He addressed the tremor of your shoulders, as well as the contractions of your walls against his cock.

“It- It’s cold.” You lied through your teeth, to which he found annoying; surely, you knew that he would read through that lie, so what was the point of even trying?

Sighing in annoyance, he bucked his hips, exhaling sharply through his nose as you yelped and collapsed onto him, body going limp as you felt him hit your sweet spot. With a slightly panicked moan, you dug your shined face deeper into the crook of his shoulder, causing him to shiver as he felt the breath of your moan hit his neck. “Hnn-! A- a- already?” Izuru scoffed quietly, “I thought you wanted me to be quiet. Which one is it?” Izuru’s condescending voice kissed your ear, and you felt your own shivers being sent down your spine from his voice alone.

Putting on an annoyed façade that would soon shatter, you rolled your eyes—something you would probably be doing often tonight. “You’re really annoying, you know th-? Oh-! Oh fuck-!” You moaned, eyes shooting open, revealing your dilated pupils to the wall behind him. With your hands fanned out on his suited back, you arched your back against him, grinding slowly as you hugged him off the back of his chair.

Mewling quietly, you found yourself trying to stifle your own moans, so you could hear better his own; only to pout as you heard nothing. Your sole purpose and presence with him at this moment had been to please him. You… needed to please him.

And only Atua knows what Junko’ll do to you if she finds out you didn’t satisfy him.

Sighing in slight frustration, you felt him tense underneath your touch as you locked your lips onto his neck, lips searching and exploring every inch of the sensitive skin of his neck. Izuru’s eyes widened a fraction, only to lid as he felt himself growing bored again. “What are you doing?” You muffled against his neck, “I’m trying to find your erogenous zone—“ a large grin grew on your face as you felt him go rigid and stiff against you—as if he wasn’t already rigid and stiff—as you grazed your teeth on a certain spot on his Adams’s apple, a sign that you hit the jackpot.

“There, huh? I never would’ve guessed…” You spoke through gentle moans caused by Izuru’s natural reaction to fuck up into you harder. He shivered, sure, he was good at everything; but even he didn’t know he had an erogenous zone—or rather, where it was.

And now you had this information.

You felt your confidence sprout back up again as you felt him melt, slowly but surely into your embrace, and slowly but surely, you tried gaining back control of what had been happening.

That had been your plan; but as soon as your hands reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, he flinched, nails digging into your hips harshly. “Hands off.” He growled, crimson gaze darkening in irritation from your feather-like tugs.

Yeah, your plan.

His scalp was sensitive, and he had made the mistake of reacting so strongly to your touch to it, right in front of you no less. It was a weakness; one you’d surely take advantage of as you fucked this man. Or rather, as he fucked you. Izuru grimaced as he could practically hear the mischievous grin in your voice, “Yeah?” with a warning tone, Izuru tried stopping you, “S/o.” you probably shouldn’t have felt as excited as you did from his warning voice; especially from a guy like him, but there was a part of you that really wanted to know what would happen—what he was warning you about.

So you made the best mistake of your life; and tugged the already impatient man’s hair.

Izuru hadn’t given you the time to even inhale a single breath, as he had you pinned to the wall in half a second. Shit, he’s fast. Well, what did you expect? Izuru was definitely more than ordinary—and as you still felt the stretch burning between your legs, you knew that more than anyone. “I- Izuru?” Izuru sighed as you shrunk underneath his hold, forcing him to hold you up by his hips that had been pressed up against you. Your cattiness seemed to disappear the moment he manhandled you to the wall; it was predictable. All bark, no bite. He wondered why he wasted his time with you.

With your eyes wide and helpless, Izuru remained unamused. “Let’s get this over with.”

Underneath the shell of your body, you could feel your blood boil as the man thrusting into you, had given you that familiar condescending stare of pity. He didn’t seem very pitiful as he watched you writhe and squirm underneath him from his unrelenting pace, though you could still read the emotion clear as day; your eyes glared right back at him—though you could barely see where you had been glaring, as your vision had been blurred from your own tears.

He was planning to push you to your limits, because, maybe when you’re sobbing and begging for him to stop; maybe then, you’d be less boring.

‘He was the ultimate at everything; of course, he would be good at this too-’ “Fuhh...- fuck!” Your first orgasm of the night washed over your body, shaking uncontrollably as you had been less than prepared for it. You’d often have to fake your orgasms or get yourself off once the person using you was done. So you, whether it was fortunately or unfortunately, weren’t used to cumming so quickly. Previous thoughts of distaste had been long forgotten, as you had now been completely weak; moments away from breaking down and throwing away your dignity to prolong sex with Izuru.

Sobs spilled out of your mouth as Izuru helped you ride out your high. The man watched you from above, hands hooking underneath your thighs and slamming you against the wall harder than your body had gone slack in your arms. For him, it felt more like he was pleasuring you—but for some reason, he didn’t mind all too much.

Through tear-stained eyelids, you glared at him, your warm body still trembling from the near-mind-blowing orgasm he granted you. “I- I can take it.” At least, you thought you could. In all honesty, you didn’t care. You wanted it, and furthermore, he hasn’t even cum yet. Your job wasn’t finished. If you had to be fucked until your mind broke for him to cum, you’d do it. You didn’t have a choice—but even if you did, you wouldn’t deny him; you’d have to be insane to.

“How... persistent…” Izuru murmured quietly to himself, bringing a hand up to tap your chin, causing you to perk your head up and flush at the gentle touch; the way he looked at you made you feel as if you were a mere science project being examined. It may have not been ideal, but being gazed at like nothing but a lowly bug is better than being ignored.

It was so easy to fuck you into submission, he thought. Grunting, he pulled all the way out, lip twitching at the lewd squelch of your pussy. He almost lost himself in the way your walls fluttered around the tip of his cock once again, before tightening as if you were trying to welcome him back in.

Izuru, with a sharp inhale, roughly slammed back in, hitting all the right places despite the thrust being as quick as a flash of a camera. You gasped for air, you felt as if you had just been punched with his hips—and before you could recover from it, you felt him pull out yet again, only to slam back in, a small exhale huffing out the man’s lips as he kept on doing that same repetition.

“F- faster— Pl- please!” You choked out as tears welled up in your eyes, his thrusts had been so powerful and forceful, yet so calculated; as if he was aiming for your G-spot every time he thrust in—which he was. He growled under his breath, voice still monotone but more strained than before—it was almost impossible for him.

“You’re too tight to go fast.” He deadpanned, “if I go any faster, I might break you.” He didn’t really care whether he broke you, but who in their right mind would want to be broken?

It was almost comedic how quickly you perked up at the mention of being broken. “I- I wanna! Really bad, r- real bad! Please!” You blabbered and begged like an idiot, your dignity long gone. He hissed at the way your pussy gushed with your juices and excitement, struggling yet again to piston himself into you. “Do you only think with your cunt?” Izuru narrowed his eyes down at you, disbelief and disgust gleamed in his red eyes; and it only made you squeeze around him unwillingly.

You shrunk, shaking your head as a babyish pout contorted onto your lips. “N- no, I-” The slow slapping noises of his hips on yours grew in volume, and your eyes widened as you could feel and hear him getting more frantic, hitting you deeper—places you were sure weren’t even supposed to be touched were abused by the crown of his growing cock.

Through a tone that tried its best to be calm and composed, Izuru shakily breathed out. “Open your mouth.”

“W- Huh?” With slurred speech and crossed eyes, you tried your best to find his red eyes through the tears that blurred your vision. You were so fucked out, you weren’t even sure if he had actually said anything or if it had been your imagination.

“You heard me, don’t play dumb.” You hadn’t been playing dumb; you were dumbed. But Izuru held no patience for your games, and you could definitely feel that in his increasingly painful grip on your ass—he was sure to leave a bruise on your skin. With a confused look in your eye, you hesitantly dropped your jaw for him, whimpering and jolting as you felt something wet spew into your mouth. Before you could whine or even get the chance to complain, Izuru had forcefully knocked you against the wall again, lightly hitting your head as he steadied you against the surface with one hand as he used the other to close your jaw.

You hadn’t even registered the fact you had spit into your mouth as your mind had been too foggy from the intense feeling building up in your stomach once again. “Swallow.” Without so much as a questioning noise as a reaction to what he had done, you obeyed. Swallowing thickly with bleary eyes, you tried your best to keep eye contact with the man who seemed way too calm for the aggressive pace he had been maintaining like a pro.

Not thinking much of it, you dropped your jaw and flattened your tongue down against your chin; it was almost instinctual as you obediently showed him you had swallowed all of it. It seemed to please him, as he traced his thumb absentmindedly over your jawline; it almost felt like a reward, to be touched like that. His gentle hands differed greatly from his pace that fastened within each second that passed the both of you by.

Your moans grew in volume, and you could feel yourself getting overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt to be fucked by him; moans and groans turned into full-blown hysterical sobbing as you felt your second climax approach. He grunted in frustration as he felt your walls clamp around him once again, convulsing as you gasped for air, his breaths huffing out in small intervals as he tried to get himself to his own high.

Nothing was said as you threw yourself into him, hugging himself close to you as if he was your lifeline despite your twitching body—you weren’t sure how long you could hold on before you passed out, but you tried your best to stay conscious. He hadn’t cum yet.

It may have frustrated him, but it also frustrated you. Running your hands down his neck to his well-defined jaw, you cradled his skull before attaching your lips onto his neck desperately, practically slobbering over him like a dog as you kissed and sucked at his neck—to which he groaned quietly at. It was a terrible job, you were necking him so sloppily, and he hated himself for grading your performance when really, he should’ve been indulging in it.

The sounds of his hips slapping against yours, combined with your small moans that you tried to muffle against his neck, had overwhelmed his senses and he found himself going blank in the mind for less than half a second.

It was dangerous, to leave yourself vulnerable like that.

So without another word, sound, or thrust, he hoisted you up and dropped you against the chair; in which you unravelled like a velvet carpet over the soft, plush furniture. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you didn’t want to part from him, you didn’t want it to stop. There, he continued his assault to your already battered cunt, grunts and sharp sighs spilling out his mouth as he concentrated on getting himself to climax.

“F- fuck, Izuru— Izuru, you’re splitting me- in t- two!” You sobbed out, arms flying up to wipe your tears away that prevented you from seeing the esthetical man above you. With his hair looking like it was flowing behind him, and the thin layer of sweat shining on his skin, you felt your heart beat a little faster— what?

You hadn’t even been able to register the dread of the realization of your feelings, as, without warning, Izuru creamed inside you. His hips stuttered to a stop, and he leaned himself completely over your body that had folded over the back rest of the chair, nose meeting the crook of your mid-chest. “Hhah...” He panted, clammy hands that had been gripping onto your skin tightly, loosened as he took a second before getting up and off you.

You scrambled up from your position on the chair, legs and pussy numb as you struggled sitting up.“Wait Izuru—!” You called out for him, catching his attention as he cleaned himself up with a convenient towel Junko had left on the table.

Zipping up the fly of his pants, he stared at you, waiting for you to continue what you had been planning to say as he flattened the creases of his suit.

“W- were you...” You gulped, flushing as you recalled what you had done earlier. “Were you satisfied?” Your voice had been meek, afraid of his answer for more than one reason. Junko really would show you despair if she found out you didn’t satisfy him. “... I’ll let her know I was.” You sighed in relief, shoulders going slack as you fell back on the chair. You’d live another day.

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Heart & Seoul | Chapter 9

❥ Pairing(s): Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader

❥ Series Tags: Series, Exes to Lovers!AU, Fluff, Mild Angst, Mutual Pining, Humor, Romance, Smut.

❥ Chapter Warnings: [4.5k] angst all day every day :( language, keeping secrets, big fight, lots of crying. It’s a little happy and a lot sad.

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❥ Summary: Your first love hit hard & fast but it was all swept away in the blink of an eye when your boyfriend is sent away to a Korean University after your high school graduation. Seven years later, work lands you in the heart of Seoul and never in your wildest dreams did you imagine running into the one person who’d left with your heart years ago.

Over the last few months of rekindling, you’ve learned several things about Wonwoo.

He was always sarcastic, witty, spontaneous, and you quickly realized he still had a knack for taking you completely by surprise. The man who ran a multi-million dollar company by day was the same one pulling you behind a clothing rack in a shopping mall to kiss you silly before leaving you standing there like a lovestruck fool, trailing off with both hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face.

In most ways, he was still the kid you fell in love with and in others, it was like meeting someone entirely new.

The first time you came down stairs from your apartment to find him sitting on an intimidating all black street bike with two helmets in hand, you’d almost high-tailed it back inside. It took no less than ten minutes for him to convince you to put the helmet on and another to get you to actually mount it. You’d clung so tightly to the leather of his jacket, eyes squeezed shut until the engine cut off at your destination.

The ride back was a bit better and the joyful smile he gave you when you admitted you might have had just a little fun was even more exhilarating than the ride itself.

It was less than three or four days later that you’d had a day out of school and decided to bring Wonwoo lunch at work. Jeonghan had snuck you into his office while Wonwoo was busy on the phone. Whatever the conversation, you pitied the person on the other end of the call.

That was the first time you’d seen him in CEO mode.

Wonwoo was never a pushover but the way he handled that call, which you’d found out was with one of his father’s old business partners who tried to impart him with unsolicited advice in the most condescending way, sent a chill up your spine. He was cool, composed, and though his words were nothing but professional, they also left no room for interpretation. Wonwoo was a businessman and not one to be fucked with.

Metaphorically speaking because that was the first thing you had done when you arrived at his house later that evening for dinner.

Life became full again with Wonwoo at your side and the same could be said for him.

Jeonghan and Mingyu praised you for bringing Wonwoo back out of his shell. He wasn’t only spending more time with you, but with his friends as well. They welcomed you into their little dysfunctional family unit right away and there wasn’t a day that went by where you’d ever felt lonely.

Not until the last few weeks.

Things had been weird since you’d gone out to a bar with Wonwoo and Mingyu.

You were having a great time exchanging work stories, lazily sipping your drinks when Mingyu caught something over your head. He hadn’t even had a chance to warn Wonwoo before there was a sketchy looking guy coming up on your boyfriend’s opposite side.

“Jeon,” He smirked, drawing your attention. The man flicked his eyes over you and nodded at Mingyu before dismissing him completely. “I hate to interrupt,” His eyes rove greasily up over your body and you’re surprised when you feel Mingyu, not Wonwoo, wrap an arm possessively around your waist. The man looks away as if disappointed, scoffing in your friend’s direction.

“Let’s take it outside,” Wonwoo interrupts the man before he can speak again, already moving off his bar stool and walking toward the door. The man eyes Mingyu’s hand on your hip one last time before snickering and following Wonwoo out.

Mingyu’s hand slipped away once they were gone but he’d avoided your eyes when you looked up at him in question. He’d only said that the guy was someone they knew from college and neither of them liked him very much, but Wonwoo in particular liked him even less. He didn’t admit it, but you gathered the possessive move was one to take attention away from you.

Wonwoo came back fifteen minutes later and you could tell he was pissed but the second you laid a hand on his thigh he offered you a little deflated smile. His story was the same as Mingyu’s and ‘nothing to worry about’ he assured you...more than once.

Since that night, Wonwoo had been a little less available for dinner. A little busier during the day for lunch dates. He was working constantly, and when he wasn’t working, he was in the gym with Mingyu until he practically dropped. Jeonghan tried to explain that work was crazy and Wonwoo hiding in the gym was something he often did to relieve stress, and so you let it go for the time being.

You punch in the code at Wonwoo’s front door, pushing into the dark foyer and slipping off your shoes. Loud meowing signals Gureum’s arrival as he nearly crashes into your shins as if he thought he’d be stuck home alone and starved forever.

“My perfect boy,” You squat down rubbing between his ears, “Daddy’s late again, huh?”

Gureum simply offers a pathetic mewl and you move to the kitchen, little furry feet following your every step. Tinkling sounds of cat food filling the porcelain bowl fill the empty silence around you as you hum to yourself.

The house is too big. Too empty.

Wonwoo had given you a house key very early on but for the last week, you’ve practically moved in...keeping the house clean, feeding Gureum, cooking dinner- mostly alone since Wonwoo didn’t come through the door until ten or eleven some nights.

It’s only temporary, you remind yourself. Work will settle down and things will go back to normal. Dinner together, lunch dates, actual conversations with a man who’s not so exhausted he can barely keep his eyes open. This is what partners do. They support each other when times get tough and so that’s what you were doing. Being supportive.

It’s nearly eleven when Wonwoo finally comes through the door.

He drops his gym bag and drags his feet toward your slumped form in the living room. You’re curled up on your side, Gureum in his favorite spot guarding the crown of your head while you sleep. He smiles over you fondly, brushing the hair back from your face. “One more week baby. One more and I’ll be free.”

You’ve left dinner for him in the kitchen of course, you always did. He quietly heats up his meal, slowly sliding onto a bar stool at the island to eat. He hates eating alone. He hates that you’re eating alone too. He hates that the last few weeks have put a strain on your relationship and he can’t even properly explain to you why.

He’s stuck in his head when he feels your arms wrap around him from behind, your cheek pressing against his shoulder blades as you hum softly. He’s exhausted beyond all belief but your touch always perks him up. He covers your hands on his stomach with his own, his thumb stroking gently. “How was school today?”

“It was good,” You sighed, kissing his back through the soft cotton of his t-shirt, “Missed you.”

Wonwoo’s eyes close as he nods, guilt gnawing at his conscience. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy, baby. I promise things are going back to normal soon and there will be nothing stopping me from being home for dinner or spending time with you.”

You tucked your head over his shoulder and kissed his cheek, making him smile softly. “I know,” You kissed him again, just a little bit longer. “You love to eat. I’m sure it’s killing you to miss dinner,” You tease him.

Wonwoo pushes his bowl away and spins in your arms, trapping your body between his thighs as he pulls you closer. One arm secures you around the waist while the other reaches up for your face, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Seriously. Thank you for being here. For taking care of me and Gureum. I love you more than you could ever know.”

You’re thrown off by the intensity of his gaze and the way his mouth parts as if he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. Instead he kisses you and everything else just...floats away. Whatever he has going on is temporary and you believe him.

Even if something is just not sitting right in your chest.

Saturday morning Wonwoo woke you up with a playful grin, teeth nipping at your throat when you refused to greet daylight. He’d come home late again last night, like every other night for the past week. You sat with him while he ate and let him drag you off to bed with warm hands and soft lips.

Your apartment was merely a storage unit for your belongings at this point.

“Baby, I have a surprise for you but you have to get up and get dressed or we’ll be late.”

You popped your head up in alert, eyes glued shut from sleep and raised your brows, “A surprise?”

You were confused as all hell when he pulled up to the airport an hour later and no matter how much you begged, he wouldn’t tell you why you were there. You whined of course, but in all honesty, you were just enjoying him being there with you. When’s the last time you went somewhere together? Held his hand in the car, singing along to the same song? Felt like everything was back to normal?

You hadn’t even noticed that you had stopped walking until you eyed a large sign for gate thirty-two, listing a flight from Malaysia. It was empty but there were some staff near the gate, perhaps preparing for passengers to arrive. You looked up at Wonwoo curiously, squeezing his hand. “What are we doing here?”

He smiles secretively and squeezes your hand back, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Just wait for it.”

You bounced on your heels, fidgeting in anticipation. After another moment, passengers began exiting through the gate and you stood on your tiptoes to see if you could spot anyone you might recognize. The entire flight roster must have ambled through the gates before you finally saw him.

“Am I seeing things?” You mumbled, eyes wide and already glassy.

“Nope,” Wonwoo replies with a fond smile.

He laughs and releases you, watching you fly through the crowd to launch yourself into his little brother’s arms with a loud squeal as Chan swings you around in a circle, laughing at the way your face streaks with tears. He makes his way over slowly, enjoying the sight of you both together again.

Chan looks up at wonwoo before grinning down at you again, “Why are you crying?!”

“Because you idiot!” You sniffle, burying your face in his shoulder, “I haven’t seen or heard from you in years!”

Chan pats the top of your head lovingly, “I know, I know,” He murmurs with a grin plastered to his face. “I kind of dropped off the face of the planet in the name of freedom. Forgive me?”

You pulled back and narrowed your eyes at his pitiful pout before reaching up and pinching his cheeks, “Of course, as long as you don’t do it again. They have cell phones in other parts of the world, you know?”

“I didn’t get this warm of a greeting when we reconnected,” Wonwoo smarts, coming up behind you and collecting you with one arm around your waist, the other wrapping his brother up in a hug. “Welcome back, kid.”

Chan scoffs, “You’re barely older than I am and unlike you, I can grow a beard.”

“Just because you shave every day, doesn’t mean you can grow a beard,” Wonwoo deadpans.

“Ahhh, feels just like old times,” You interject, looping an arm around each of them to swing them toward baggage claim, “Let’s go, we have a lot to catch up on.”

The day was just short of perfect. You had lunch with Chan and spent the whole time listening to stories of his travels, about dancing and teaching at different studios all over the world, and that one time he got really drunk and lived in some remote forest for three days about a year back. It brought you so much joy to hear about all the things he’d experienced since he’d cut ties with his parents.

He’d really made a great life for himself.

He was in town visiting for a few weeks and although both Wonwoo and Chan protested, they had finally agreed Chan would be staying at Wonwoo’s house for the duration. It was only about an hour or two after getting him settled that Wonwoo announced he was meeting Mingyu and would be home by dinner time at the very latest.

Chan watched you kiss him goodbye, then linger by the door for a moment too long and he knew something was up. His voice is what startles you out of your trance and you turn to him with a forced smile that he knows is not genuine the second it touches your lips. He waves you over to the couch and you plop down next to him, your lap immediately occupied by Gureum’s warm fluff.

“So,” Chan hums, tracing the rim of his mug with one finger, “What’s with the long face?”

“I need you to not read me so well…” You sigh, a small smile appearing for less than a second before falling into a flat line. “Wonwoo’s been really busy lately. The guys have been around a lot less too and I've just been kinda...I don’t know...lonely.”

You turn to him more fully, rubbing behind the plump cat’s ears and earning a purr. “Wonwoo and Jeonghan swear it’s work and it’s short term but it feels like there is something more than work bothering him. He’s in the gym with Mingyu daily when he usually goes two or three times a week. And Mingyu...we talk almost every day and now he sends me a meme like once a week. Hoshi’s been like radio silence. Seungkwan seems like he’s avoiding me too. It’s just weird and it all started after that guy approached us at the bar.”

Chan sits up, grasping his mug with both hands. “What guy?”

“I don’t know,” You furrow your brows, remembering the odd interaction. “I was sitting with Mingyu and Wonu at the bar when some guy came up behind us. Mingyu pulled me into his side as if trying to make the guy think we were the ones dating which I guess worked because he ignored me after that. Wonu went outside to talk to him. Came back pissed. Neither of them would tell me what it was about.”

“And you said he’s been in the gym a lot? Gyu too?” Chan asks suspiciously, almost as if he might be onto something but when you answer him he draws back again. Pensive for a moment before smiling.

“Ahh,” He laughs, “I’m sure it’s nothing. My brother made a lot of people jealous when the company became as successful as it is. The guy was probably some disgruntled ex-employee or a college drop out trying to cause trouble. Nothing he can’t handle though.”

You take another sip from your mug and set back on the table. “It’s fine, really,” You sigh and Chan gives you a knowing look.

“Well,” He says, patting the top of your head gently, “You’re about to be super un-lonely because I’m here and you’re about to have a break from school, right?”

“Yeah,” You slip a small smile before it disappears, “I’d been looking forward to spending more time with Wonwoo but…”

Chan sets down his mug and waves his hands between you, “No, no no!” He says firmly, “Go get your coat and purse. We’re going somewhere.”

You laugh as you slowly stand from the couch, “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” He rolls his eyes, steering you toward Wonwoo’s bedroom.

Once you’re safely behind closed doors his face drops into a scowl and he whips out his phone at lightning speed, furiously typing back and forth as he waits for you, pocketing the device when you step out into the living room. He walks over and links arms with you, dragging you out of the house and all over town until you forget all your troubles.

Having Chan here was a blessing for you and perhaps a thorn in all of Wonwoo’s plans.

DinO [2:23]: you lying asshole. you said you were going to stop.

DinO [2:24p]: i had to fucking lie to her face. You better have a good reason for this shit big bro bc if you ruin this again you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.

WOnu [2:26p]: i have it under control. It’s almost over. i swear.

WOnu [2:26p]: pls don’t tell her. it’ll only scare her. i made all the guys keep their mouths shut. just a few more days i swear.

DinO [2:28p]: you’re a fucking idiot- you’re ALL fucking idiots.

WOnu [2:29p]: i know chan. i fucking know. OK??!!

DinO [2:30p]: i will cover you FOR NOW but if it becomes necessary- i’m telling her.

WOnu [2:31p]: it won’t be. I promise. I’m handling it.

DinO [2:34p]: ......be careful man.

WOnu [2:35p]: i will. thank you.

DinO [2:38p]: don’t thank me yet….

Chan truly is a master of distraction and he’s tried his best to pull out all the stops. He’s put a hefty dent on Wonwoo’s credit card taking you out constantly. He dragged you out for every meal, took you to movies, took you shopping, hosted picnics in the park, whatever he could do to distract you from Wonwoo’s growing absence but it all went out the window four days later when he didn’t come home.

There was nothing he could say to even remotely stick up for his brother when he came ambling through the front door the next morning.

Chan was at the island in the kitchen, silently sipping his coffee whilst you sat on the couch with Gureum. You absently wove your fingers through his soft fur, staring at the wall with dried tears on your cheeks.

The second the front door closed, Chan went into the spare bedroom, gently laying a hand on your shoulder as he walked by. The glare he sent over his shoulder sent a shiver up Wonwoo’s spine as he braced himself for your reaction.

“Baby, I’m so sor-”

You stood from the couch, still facing away from him as fresh tears spilled down your cheeks. He froze, not daring to take another step until you moved, breathed, spoke, anything.

“I’m going home, Wonwoo.” Your voice, though shaky, was clear as day and Wonwoo’s heart plummeted.

When you turned to him, eyes red from crying and lack of sleep, he knew he’d fucked up. Shit, he’d known last night but he was just so exhausted he wasn’t thinking right.

“Please,” He spoke slowly, “Please don't leave, baby. Let me explain, I was-”

You held up your hand, closing your eyes as you let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t want any bullshit about work being busy. I don’t want any excuses because there are none.” Your voice hardens as you look up at him, anger pouring off of you in waves.

“You’ve been absent and I’ve supported you. Made sure your home was taken care of, your cat was fed, your clothes and dishes were clean, that you had lunches made, dinners set aside after I ate alone every fucking night. For what Wonwoo?” You threw your hands up in the air in frustration, “Working fourteen hour days and then going to the fucking gym every single night?!”

Wonwoo chances moving toward you but you step back and it shatters his heart into a million pieces. You’ve argued before over petty things but nothing like this. He hadn’t felt this heartbroken since you’d broken up and since having you back in his life, he’d hoped to never feel that way again. The feeling begins to seep in before he can stop it.

“Baby,” He implores you to listen, knowing he doesn’t deserve the right to explain himself but what actually happened is probably nothing like what you think happened.

“Work is genuinely insane, I swear, and I am taking a break. I’ve already cancelled my schedule for next week so I can be here with you and Chan. Last night I went to the gym with Mingyu and then got a call from Jeonghan that there was an emergency with a big investment deal. I rushed back into the office and I swore I’d texted you but then it was two a.m. and my phone was dead. I thought you were asleep and I’d be here before you woke up to explain. I am so sorry and I swear on everything this will never happen again. Please don’t go.”

“Wonwoo,” You stared at him blankly, as if all the energy and fight left your body after your last words. “Are you seeing someone else?”

The thought alone made him physically ill.

“Of course not!” He nearly shouted, stunned that it was something you thought him capable of. “Why would you think that?!”

Your brows furrow, an empty laugh leaving your hollowed chest.

“You’re busy at work and don’t leave the office until well after eight o’clock yet you go to the gym with Mingyu to work out every single night for hours on end. We haven’t had sex in weeks. Then there’s bruising on your chest and collar bones that look far too much like hickies I’ve seen blossom since this all started. All of our friends are avoiding me, especially Mingyu whom you claim to spend most of your time with. What would you have me believe, Wonwoo?”

He can’t breathe suddenly.

He’d been trying to keep you in the dark for several reasons and not one of them close to infidelity. He was trying to protect you. Trying to keep you from something that could potentially put you in danger if you’d become too involved and he knew you would. You’re the type of person to put yourself on the line for the people you loved and he couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of something he’d gotten himself into.

“Together and apart, y/n, I have never even looked at another woman the way I look at you. You are my best friend and the love of my life. I would never even dream of looking elsewhere when I have you by my side. Please believe that this has nothing to do with that. I could never, ever, stray from your side.”

His arms hang limply at his sides, aching with excruciating pain from wanting to hold you yet not daring to step across your boundary. You stare at him without giving away any hint of what you may be thinking and it’s killing him.

It takes a moment but slowly, you walk up to him, staring at that face you love so much and press up onto your tiptoes, kissing the corner of his mouth softly. Wonwoo’s eyes shut tightly as hot tears escaped, rolling down his face one after the other.

“I love you but I am going home for a few days.”

Wonwoo’s shoulders drop and he opens his mouth to argue but you quiet him with a brief touch to his palm. “This house is much too large to stay in by myself and you’ve already told me this is not yet done, whatever you feel you must hide from me.”

“Baby, please…” Wonwoo chokes out but you simply reach up and wipe away his tears.

“Eat,” You ordered, “Sleep. Take care of yourself and come find me when you realize you could have trusted me with whatever you were dealing with without pushing me away.”

With those final words, you grabbed your bag near the door and left.

Wonwoo’s knees crashed into the unforgiving floors as he sobbed into his hands.

“If you don’t fix this shit,” Chan’s cold voice cuts through the empty space, “I will never fucking forgive you and neither will she. You will have lost the single greatest thing to ever happen to you all because you couldn’t trust her to trust you.”

Wonwoo has nothing to say.

Chan is right. You are right. Mingyu was right when Wonwoo had sworn him to secrecy and he’d told him it was a bad idea to try and hide this from you.

He fucked up.

Chan shakes his head at his brother’s broken form and grabs his coat, slamming the front door behind him with a thunderous rage.

It’s been three days and you’ve refused to speak to anyone.

Mingyu tried calling for the first time in weeks and you declined him. Several times.

Jeonghan tried texting you. Jun, Hoshi, Seungkwan, Samantha. All messages left unread. Notifications of calls, facetimes, voicemails, socials, all bright red and glaring anytime you looked at your phone so you stopped looking. You turned it off completely.

It’s Saturday around seven o’clock when there is a knock at your door.

You ignore it but whoever is on the other side persists until the sound threatens to drive you insane and you finally throw the door open to find Chan and Seungkwan standing on the other side. “Unless it’s a dire emergency, you can both leave.”

You swing the door closed but Chan’s hand stops it with a loud smack and you groan in frustration. They both step inside and while Seungkwan looks around at the absolute absence of life in your apartment, Chan looks you right in the eyes.

“Get dressed. All black, nothing that stands out too much.”

“Excuse me?” You cock your head at him incredulously.

“We don’t have time,” He grits out, steering you by the shoulders into your bedroom. He moves straight into your closet and tosses out a pair of black jeans, a dark gray long sleeve shirt, and a black jacket.

Seungkwan merely watches you with concern, eyes flitting back and forth between you and Chan. “Put these on. We have to go.”

You look to Seungkwan for an answer but he only nods, “Please...just get dressed, Daisy.”

They both step out of the room, giving you a chance to change and a million thoughts run through your head. Is it Wonwoo? Is he hurt? They never said there wasn’t an emergency and now you’re being rushed about but...the clothing...it’s so specific. All black. Don’t stand out. You grab a hat from your closet, also black, one of your brother’s and step out into the living where both men wait for you.

Chan looks up and nods, moving for the door but you grab his arm. “One of you,” You look between them both, “Tell me what the hell is going on.”

They both shake their heads and you're ready to fight them over it.

Chan takes your hand and pulls you toward the door. “You need to see this for yourself.”

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