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yeonjuns-beanie · 2 years

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Wolfish

warnings: unprotected sex(i literally write nothing else unless asked otherwise), feral chan, oral(f receiving), breeding kink cuz im gross, slight impreg kink for the same reason, overstimulation, mind breaking (kinda mutal), slapping(once and chan receives it), desperate overall kinda sex, squirting, mention of the title daddy once, few pet names, lots of filth pretty much, reader refers to him as ‘chris’ in speech

summary: schedule has been crazy and chan hasn’t been able to see you as much as he’d like to. it’s starting to get to him. all that changes when he decides to leave practice early and finds you in the dorm parading around in just his t-shirt.

chan x female reader

word count: 6.3k (i got carried away)

Chan was exhausted. For more reasons than one. Schedules were rolling into one another with no real sign of stopping. Practices seemed to last longer than usual, dragging to a point where he could feel every second ticking by. His internal thought was wracked with melodies, lyrics, and rhythms bouncing off the walls of his skull leaving him with no semblance of peace. To complete the myriad of his stress masterpiece, he was missing you.

It was nearing three weeks of minimal contact with you and he was beginning to feel guilty in addition to everything else he was feeling. Every moment he had a chance to glance at his phone, it would be ripped from him just as quickly—the text that he was typing dying at his fingertips.

You understood what you were agreeing to when you decided to not only let Chan into your life but to let him in as your partner. You didn’t mind these long stretches of time where you didn’t get to see him. In fact, you almost preferred it. Allowing you to really indulge in the time you got to spend with him with nary an interruption. No matter how many times you reminded him of this, it still ate away at his emotions. Making him feel like this was yet another area in his life where he felt his promises were not being fulfilled, ultimately making him feel less than.

You had flown out to Seoul in an attempt to surprise him and hopefully pick up his spirits, but with all the craziness of upcoming schedules you, unfortunately, came at a time where you didn’t get to see him as often as you thought. You understood though. Not holding it against him. Chan also more than appreciated being able to nestle up to your body when he finally trucked into the dorms early in the morning finding it easier to sleep with you near him. He felt an unspoken comfort with you around that he needed more than he realized.

With a five hour dance practice finally wrapping up, Chan moved in silence. Grabbing his belongings he came to the conclusion that he needed a bit of a break. A moment to decompress from everything. Letting out a sigh he turned back around to the boys informing them of his next moves.

“So…I was going to go to the studio after we were finished here, but I think I need a break honestly. It’s all a little bit too much right now.”

Everyone went a bit silent, feeling the tense energy radiating off of him. Felix took the opportunity to offer a hand recognizing that Chan was in a funk, in a feeble attempt to ask if he was okay.

“You sure you’re good, man? Like you don’t need anything from us?”

Not wanting to pry too much knowing how his emotions could fire up from nowhere, he was trying his best to keep it open ended.

“Yeah. I just prolly need to sleep or something.”

“Okay. If anything we’re here for you. And I’m sure Y/N will be more than willing to help you with anything you need.”

He knew Felix meant well, but it just struck a nerve in him that ultimately made him feel worse. Feeling like even when he was supposed to enjoy spending time with you, you were always snubbed to “taking care” of him when it should’ve been the other way around. Sighing, Chan closed his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah–alright, I’ll see you guys back at the dorm later.”

With quiet goodbyes, Chan left the practice room and walked towards the exit of the JYP building where someone would be waiting to take the boys home when needed. No questions were asked as he looked at the driver silently signaling that he was in need of being taken back to the dorms. The ride back was even more silent. Every self deprecating and stressful thought ran through his mind like a traumatic PowerPoint stuck on a loop. The buildings passing by were just distant figures in his vision no matter how close they actually were.

The car finally came to a stop and Chan lowly thanked the driver before getting out of the car and walking towards the entrance of the dorms. He didn’t realize he took the stairs until he was already halfway up to the floor he was supposed to be on. Laughing through his nose he shook his head.

“I can’t even pay attention to where I’m going, my gosh.”

Reaching the floor he was supposed to be on, he opened the door and walked down the hallway to the dorm. Approaching the front door, he could hear music playing inside and a small smile designed his face, wondering what it was you were doing on the other side. Opening the door, he entered and kicked his shoes off immediately. The confines of his shoes adding to his irritation unknowingly. He dropped his bag at the front door as well, not wanting to be bothered with dragging it to his bedroom.

Turning the corner he was acquainted with you in your own little world dancing to the music playing from a speaker that was perched on the island of the kitchen. His smile slowly faded into something a little more lustful when your figure moved from behind the island, showing that you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts and some underwear. He walked up to you and slipped his hands around your torso, his hands connecting over your tummy.

It startled you, to say the least, but only for a quick second before you settled into his touch recognizing it was him.

“Chris! You scared the shit outta me. What are you doing home so early? Where are the rest of the boys?”

Chan just hummed not answering you right away, swaying you against him. You rested your hands on top of his and tried to turn your head to see him resting his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t get the look at him that you wanted, so you tried to move to turn around and look at him, but Chan just held your body tighter and closer to him.

“Don’t move, I’ll tell you in a second.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling concerned with how his mannerisms were. Before if you could ask if he was okay he inhaled to speak.

“Just…really tired. Schedules and all that and I also kinda feel like a bad boyfriend.”

Hearing that, you just couldn’t stay in the position he was trying so desperately to keep you in. You turned around and cupped his face to bring it up to face your own. As quickly as you turned around, he dropped his head not ready to face you. You moved your head to look at him but he was refusing.

“Chris…where’s all this coming from? How are you being a bad boyfriend?”

He sighed, taking another long silence before he spoke.

“Ch-”

“-I’m never around. And, you came to see me and you can’t see me because I’m literally never here. And when you do see me I feel like, you feel like you just have to take care of me and I can’t help but feel like an ass for that.”

“Chris, c’mon. You know I’d never feel that way.”

“See! Like that. I know what you're gonna say next and it just doesn’t make it any better because I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

Dropping your hands you dropped your head as well, having a hunch where you could tell where this was going.

“Chris, I knew what I was getting into from jump when I said yes to being yours. And it’s my fault for not telling you I was gonna come out here. You had so much going on that you didn’t mention it and that’s okay! I’m not upset about any of that let alone upset with you. Stop beating yourself up.”

He stepped away, running his hand through his hair.

“You’re missing the point.”

You furrowed your brow and grabbed your phone off the counter to lower the volume of the music.

“What point am I missing exactly?”

“That you deserve better than me and I need to do better and you-”

“-Hold on, stop right there because you’re already off track.”

“No! You’re not hearing me Y/N.”

The last thing you expected was for him to get loud. You knew Chan didn’t regulate his emotions as he should, but you didn’t think he would take them out on you. You pressed your lips together and slowly it formed into a frown. You knew he didn’t mean it but nonetheless, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Chan was standing with his hand over his eyes, seemingly even more stressed than when he came in and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“I’m gonna just, give you a moment and let this kinda settle because I know how you can get.”

You turned to walk out of the kitchen and began to walk towards his bedroom to wait for him. But before you could even make it out of the kitchen, Chan’s hand wrapped around your wrist, halting you in your tracks. His breath was heavy like he was trying to calm a panic attack and his eyes were blown.

“Don’t. Don’t walk away right now. Please.”

“Chris, the last thing I want right now is to add to your stress so I think it’s-”

“Y/N!, No it’s not what’s best right now! I need you and you’re trying to walk away from me. What aren’t you getting from that.”

Now you were looking at him as if he was mad. You had never seen him act out in such a way and especially with you. It left you confused and moreover concerned for him. But now you were on track with getting annoyed. He was leaving you with little explanation expecting you to just understand verbatim what he needed without telling you. Any time you tried to speak he cut you off and was actively creating more conflict.

“Chris. I don’t want us to do this right now.”

You tried to step away again but your body ended up pressed against the counter. Chan’s body pressed so closely into yours it was almost like he was trying to become one with you. His brows furrowed and he dropped his head again, his breathing picking up once more.

“I. Need. You.”

You were unsure of where to step. He was unhinging himself by the second. Leaving you stuck in a hard place on what to do next. He was getting closer to you, pushing himself closer.

“Chris, I don’t know what you need from me unless you tell–why are you hard right now?”

He was almost grinding into you now. His head dipped into your neck again except now there was a different feeling attached to it. He dragged his nose up your neck landing underneath your ear. Biting lightly at your earlobe, his hands moved to your hips gripping at your flesh trying to bring you even closer.

“You smell so good, baby.”

Your breathing began to quicken in response to this change of behavior. Your body reacting a lot more quickly than your brain would allow you to comprehend.

“Wearing just my shirt, what if it wasn’t me that came home early, huh?”

Chan backed up so he could stare at you, trying to read just your expression.

“I-I, you guys have normally been home really late so I just didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

“You just wanna show yourself off to them?”

“Nono not at all I just-”

Before you had the chance to explain your case, Chan’s large hands trailed down to your ass, squeezing at the fat. A small moan choked out of you surprised at the action.

“You don’t understand how much I need you, do you?”

Panting, anticipation running through your veins, you looked up into his eyes.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Any control he had left in him, completely dissipated in just five words. Everything that was too hard for him to verbalize no longer had the capacity to stress him out. Your consent finding the perfect way to let him express himself without something to dwell on. His mouth landed on yours, a certain kind of anguish running through the kiss. His hands were all over you. Trying to grab at every inch he could.

You kissed him back with equal intensity. The irritation you previously felt was soon gone as he stopped trying to haphazardly explain his needs to you. He lifted you up onto the counter, placing himself between your legs. Rolling his hips into yours, you could feel his need attempting to break through the cotton of his shorts which sent a heartbeat straight to your core. You could feel him smirk against you as he felt you clench against him, your underwear providing you with little decency to hide.

“Oh, seems like somebody is a little needy too.”

“Chris, I…”

You didn’t know what came over you but you felt that what you were about to offer would solve what he was feeling at such an overwhelming capacity. You rolled your hips against him, desperate for some type of friction. Looking at him you made sure that he could see the sincerity in your eyes.

“Use me. Whatever it is that you’re feeling right now, take it out on me. We’ll talk about it later.”

Chan pulled away from you and the Chan you’d become accustomed to made a quick visit, searching your eyes for any hesitation. When he couldn’t find any he spoke wanting every form of confirmation.

“Are you sure? Once I let go I don’t think I can hold back.”

You nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to have him ruin you in whatever way he was imagining.

“I can take it.”

Verifying your words, Chan picked you up and carried you to his room. Laying you on his bed he hovered over you gazing down at your body.

“You have, no idea what you do to me, do you?”

Licking your lips you found his eyes

“I’m sure you can show me better than you can tell me, baby.”

His sexual appetite was ravenous and it was more than he could handle. Chan felt as if he was gonna bust at his seams and staring at your body in his shirt made him feel all the more manic. He moved his body down toward the foot of the bed and stared up at you from the apex of your legs. Your scent dripping through the fabric of your underwear.

“Look at you. Already soaking through your panties for me.”

You whined out, slightly embarrassed by his observation. He had barely done anything and yet everything he did made you feel so enticed and bound to him.

He brought his hands up to the lining of your underwear and slowly dragged them down your legs, letting them hit the floor. He kissed up your legs ending his travels at the fat of your thighs. Sucking small hickies into your tender skin.

You moaned out, the sensation of the hickey in that area making you clench a little tighter than you had before. Chan chuckled and noticed the way your body was already beginning to squirm under his touch. Bringing his face closer to your heat, he finally licked a fat stripe up your lips. Your walls clenching uncontrollably at the wanted touch.

Chan moved his tongue in a way that had you on the brink of orgasm faster than you ever had before. He bounced back between sucking lightly on your clit and circling his tongue around it to break up the intensity. He could tell by the way your breathing changed that you were approaching your climax. Wanting to see you fall apart underneath him, he brought his hand up to tease at your entrance. Prodding just the tip of his fingers inside.

Your hand made way to his curls. Scrunching at his hair in an attempt to ground yourself from your impending euphoria. He moaned against your pussy, the extra stimulation causing you to clench around nothing yet again. Chan’s fingers finally found their way inside your soaking hole and a loud moan escaped your throat. Unable to control the reaction of how it felt.

Chan moved his fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing at that special little spongy spot inside of you.

“C’mon baby, cum for me. I can feel you’re almost there.”

His fingers began moving a little faster to be in tandem with his tongue. The double stimulation had you soaring over your inhibitions and you came around his fingers. Squeezing around him uncontrollably. It felt so undeniably good. It had been so long since you two had a moment to have this and he was relishing in it.

Watching you fall apart in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to see it again. On the come down of your high, his tongue began moving around your clit again.

“Shit, shit, Chris!”

He lapped at your arousal, your juices coating his chin.

“C’mon Y/N, baby. One more. For me?”

Your back arched from the bed, his tongue sending you tunneling into your pleasure.

“Fuck, Chris, I’m cumming!

All he did was moan into you, the vibrations sending you into your second orgasm. The overstimulation hitting you a little harder than usual. When Chan lifted his head up, you watched a bead of wetness fall from his chin.

“I’m going to make you do that, every fuckin time now. So fuckin sexy.”

You were almost too fucked out to comprehend what he was talking about until you felt a coolness stick to your inner thigh. Your eyes widened in horror. Coming to terms that you just squirted on his face. Panting, you finally found the breath to say something.

“Holy shit. I did not just do that.”

“Sure did. Kinda wanna see if I can make you do it again.”

Chan smiled as he dragged his finger up your folds, causing your body to jolt at the stimulation of his finger running across your clit. Your body was covered in goosebumps. Anticipating his next move. Trying to sit up, you wanted to return the favor, but Chan bound your wrists in his hands pinning you back down to the bed.

“Nuh uh babygirl. As much as I wanna watch your lips wrap around my cock, I won’t make it.”

Chan crawled back up to you so you could be face to face with him.

“And as much as I love you in my clothes…I wanna see all of you while I make you mine. Over and over again.

His hands pawed up your body and removed you from his shirt. His head came down to leave a trail of kisses starting from your stomach and ending their journey at your nipples. Sucking at your supple flesh, he kneaded your other breast in his hand. You moaned out, back arching slightly as you rubbed your head into the pillow beneath you. You felt so small beneath him. His energy was massive and brooding. He was domineering but still, when you looked into his eyes you could see the softness swirling somewhere beneath it all.

Your hands found their way back into his hair, gripping at his locks as you rolled your hips up into his painfully hard cock. With each roll, you could feel his cock twitching behind the cotton of his pants.

“Take it off, baby. For me.”

Your hand trailed down to his pants rubbing over the fabric to play with his cock. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he wiggled out of his pants and threw his shirt somewhere in the room. His hands roamed up your sides again, making you feel smaller than you were. He was eating you alive with just his eyes. Devouring you in every way fathomable before even thinking of entering you.

He kissed you, with a yearning you hadn’t felt from him before. It was rough yet gentle. Giving and taking all in the same breath. He was grabbing at you like he couldn’t get close enough to you. His hands traveled down to your hips and lifted your lower body up just a bit before worming his way in between your legs.

You moved your hand to stroke his cock earning a loud groan to expel from his throat. He hissed as you played with the head, thumbing over his painfully sensitive slit. Taking his hand to wrap around your wrist, he brought your hands up to your head pinning you to the bed again. He took the tip of his cock and rubbed it back and forth between your folds, teasing you. He wanted you to whine out for him. So he could hear that you needed him just as much as he needed you.

“Chris, please. Don’t tease me like this.”

He halted his movements, a smirk spreading across his face.

“I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted. Use you, is how I think you put it.”

An airy laugh left him as you whined out against him, trying to get a tiny moment of friction just to satisfy the ache you were feeling.

“Use me then, don’t tease me. I need you. I need you inside of me. Want you to ruin me.”

Your voice trailed into something softer as you began to hear yourself and felt a little flustered from it all. You were so desperate for him and he didn’t even have to ask. You were feeding his current ego sending even more blood rushing to his cock.

“Didn’t even have to ask you to beg. You need me that bad?”

“Yes! Yes, I need you that bad. Please, please stop teasing me and just fuck me already.”

He chuckled. Almost sinister.

“You want me to fuck you, yeah?”

Pushing his tip into your entrance, your breathing picked up and squeezed around him.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna squeeze me out clenching that hard.”

“Please, Chris. It’s been so long.”

Your eyes were pleading. Your body was suddenly hyper aware of how long it had been since you two had been intimate with each other. Your neediness was becoming unbearable. You needed him and he was having too much fun making you squirm. You tried to push yourself onto him further, which prompted Chan to grab your hips and keep you still.

“Don’t even try it.”

Before you got the chance to respond, Chan sheathed himself fully inside you. The thickness of his cock filling you up deliciously. It had been so long since he was inside you, it feel like he got bigger. His cock was so hard and was filling you up so well.

“Fuck, you feel so much bigger, baby. Fill me up so well.”

Chan’s head dropped into your neck, rolling his cock in and out of you agonizingly slow. You could feel each ridge of his dick and his groans were so close to your ear that your body just shivered and clenched around me.

“Chris, fuck. Please move faster. I can’t take this.”

His eyes blew wide as he looked down at you. An animalistic gaze glossing over his pupils. His breath, heavy and his hands squeezing at your body.

“Want me to move faster, huh? Want me to fuck you dumb is that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes! Please. Please use me however you want fuck. I just need you to m~ah!

Thus began the beating of your precious little cunt at his mercy. He was drilling into you and he brought his hands under your lower back angling your body to hit every spot possible. His pace was erratic and his skin was beginning to become sticky. His tip barreling at your cervix with each thrust, your back was arched so far away from the bed.

Moans were in tandem with each other, being the only real communication now. Bring your body to become friendly with the bed beneath you again, your hands planted themselves into Chan’s back dragging down his skin, needed something to cling on to keep you grounded.

It felt so good and with the inconsistency of his thrusts, you could tell he was getting close.

“Fuck, Y/N. Cum with me. I need you to cum with me.”

You squeezed around him, his words bringing you closer to your peak than you thought.

“'m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you mine~fuck!”

He picked up the speed and within a blink, you felt his warm seed spread inside of you. You convulsed around him, the feeling of his cum inside of you sending you over your edge.

“Fuckin shit Y/N. Fuck that felt so good.”

He was panting and so were you, but you needed more. You brought yourself up to your elbows and then moved yourself up enough to be able to turn the both of you over so that you were on top now. His eyes became a little wide, trying to understand what it was you were doing.

“Y/N, baby you gotta give me a little bit o-”

You cut him off as you sank down on his cock, beginning to overstimulate him.

“I need more of you, Chris. I need so much of you, fuck!”

You rode him like you never had before. You were beyond desperate, chasing your fourth release of the night. His cock was hitting all new angles and made you feel even more full than you did moments prior. You were overstimulating him and his moans were doing nothing but stirring you on. As you bounced on him, the mixture of both of your arousals was dripping down his cock and pooling near his pelvis.

His moans were getting louder and louder, letting you know that he was getting close. For a moment you felt the power roles shift. And for just that moment you wanted to relish in it. Running your hand down his chest, you ran over his nipple before bringing your hand up to rest on his collarbone deciding your next move.

“Aww, look at you being taken care of. Bet you like this don’t you?”

Chan looked up and groaned at you, not really indulging in what you were saying as the mind fucked atmosphere shared between the two of you was beginning to cloud his mind. You don’t know where it came from, but as quick as the idea came, it went. You brought your hand back into the air, only to have it land across his cheek the sound sending shock waves to your previous confidence.

“I asked you a question.”

Chan smiled with his tongue in his cheek, amused by your little number.

“You think you’re cute don’t you?”

Submissive nature found its way back into you, the demeanor Chan was radiating sent you back to its familiar nature.

“I asked you a question Y/N…what’s the matter?” You panicked internally, knowing you just fucked up royally and that you were about to get your ass handed to you. His hands grabbed at the fat of your thighs, crippling any dominance that was lingering in you. His eyes were near black, his pupils dilated so far that the color of his iris was something only your memory could provide.

“You’re brave, I’ll give you that. And I won’t lie, I liked it. But I think you need a bit of a reminder of who’s in charge.”

In an instant, Chan had taken your body and flipped you on your hands and knees. He was rougher than he had been all night. Carnality his only motive. He grabbed your hips again to position you how he wanted. He was stalking behind you and every breath he took landed back on your neck, sending shivers down your skin. Impatient and anxious of what he was planning next.

His large hand trailed down your back until he laced it in your hair gripping at the root to control your body to his liking. You moved with him, finding yourself being pressed against his chest. Chan rested his chin on your shoulder and nibbled at your earlobe, the sensation causing you to push back into him and feel his cock standing on edge again.

“I’m going to fuck you now in a way that will ruin you for anybody else. Understand?”

Not putting any faith in your voice, you nodded as best you could with Chan’s grip on your hair.

“Y/N…words.”

“Yes, yes I understand.”

You pushed your hips down again trying to feel something. Surprisingly Chan reciprocated, thrusting his cock between your thighs, slightly grazing in between your folds. You whined out needing him to be inside of you again.

“Chris, please fuck me.”

“Okay princess, but only because you said please.”

His tone was condescending and it sent a new kind of excitement rushing to your core. Chan let go of his tight grip on your hair and let you fall forward back onto the bed. He lined himself up with your entrance not wasting any time with teasing which you were silently thanking him for.

He always filled you up so nicely. No matter how many times you had him, the feeling of him sliding in and bottoming out always felt as good as the first time. You were too gone to care about how you sounded, your moans overpowering his as he fully slipped himself into you.

The pace he was setting was unrelenting and feral. Pounding himself so that your cunt would mold perfectly to the shape of him. His hand found itself in your hair again but instead of pulling you up he was smushing your face into the sheets beneath you.

“Who’s pussy is this, huh?”

You whimpered and squeezed around him, not prepared for him to start talking. Displeased with your silence he asked again, punctuating each word with a thrust that was harder than the last.

“Answer. Me. Who’s. Pussy. Is. This?”

You screamed out, the stimulation becoming almost too much.

“Fuck! It’s yours! It’s your pussy, Chris.”

Tears were beginning to well in your eyes and fall across your nose, melting into the bed sheets. Without warning, Chan pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. The lack of his cock inside of you pulled whines out of you. Your tears fell a little more rapidly as you were so close to another orgasm and it was just stolen from you. Chan moved the hair from your face and stared down at you. He reentered you and your back arched, any stimulation bringing you so close to your edge. An arrogant smile decorated his mouth as he saw your tear stains and wet lashes.

“Aww, is it too much for your little pussy, baby? Need me to stop?”

“Nonono. N-need your c-cock. Please, daddy. Please.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me”

A rigid pace attacked your flowery cunt, overstimulating you immediately. Chan’s thumb found your delicate clit and started to rub soft circles. You moaned out loudly, your throat feeling hoarse from all the damage you were inflicting on it. You grabbed at the sheets, Chan’s back, anything you could to keep you on the bed. It was too much. It felt too good.

“Look at my pretty baby. Can’t even take all of me anymore. Crying all over my cock. Gonna cum soon baby?”

You nodded and whimpered out a small yes trying to focus on every sensation that was ripping through you at this moment.

“Where do you want me, baby?”

You opened your eyes, staring at him showing how desperate you really were.

“I-inside. Inside me.”

Chan groaned out and picked up the pace of his thrusts. The thought of him cumming inside of you always bringing him right to the precipice of ecstasy.

“Yeah, want me to fill you up till you can’t take any more of me? Till I’m spilling out of you.”

You clenched around him so hard you were almost pushing him out of you. His words amplified everything you were feeling.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

Chan was beginning to feel the mind fog of sex again and he was saying anything that came to mind. Unlocking doors for you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Want me to fill you up and make you a fuckin mommy, huh?”

Your eyes blew wide before they rolled back immersing you completely in the pleasure you were feeling.

“Chris, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum again! Fill me up again. Wanna feel all of you~ah!”

“Fuck Y/N. Take it. Take it all.”

Chan’s hand came up to your throat pressing on the pressure points just enough to bring you to the brink of your arousal. With one more roll of his thumb, you were squeezing and gushing around him.

“Fucking shit! Chris!”

His name became a mantra. Something that reminded you that this was real and not a dream. You were really being demolished like this by him. Both of your moans echoed off the walls of his bedroom, making a cacophony of sounds for anyone on the outside to catch. Chan’s thrusts almost transformed into scoops as he blew his seed inside your velvet walls one last time. Making sure that none of it had the chance to escape.

With nothing but heavy breathing and sweat being shared between you two, Chan’s body collapsed onto yours, his head nestling into your neck. Finding the strength to get off of you, he pulled out of you as well. Looking down at your swollen pussy, his cum was leaking out a bit, to which he took two of his fingers to push it back inside of you.

Your body jerked. Completely overstimulated. You shuddered and squeezed around his fingers before he took them out completely.

“Sorry.”

An airy chuckle followed his words as he laid down next to you. Popping back up as he had a thought.

“Wait, lemme go grab something.”

You were too fucked out to respond and honestly were still trying to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, a small smile spreading across your face. Your eyes opened again when you felt Chan’s hand on your leg trying to move them to open a bit more. You saw he had a warm, wet cloth in his hand and opened your legs the rest of the way so he could clean you up. You grimaced at the feeling, still sensitive from all the damage just bestowed on you.

Chan looked up as he heard a small hiss come from you, a small frown starting to take shape on his own face. Finishing the preliminary cleanup, he tossed the rag towards the hamper in his room and he laid back next to you.

“Was I too much? I’m so sorry if it was”

You slowly turned your head, trying to silently let Chan know to not start rambling. You spoke before he could again, in hopes to calm his worries before more could arise.

“Chris, if it was ever too much I would’ve told you. Think that was the best sex we’ve had in a long time.”

“Really? You’re okay?”

“Look, if that’s what being stressed does to you, by all means, use me whenever because god damn. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before.”

“Okay, as long as you’re okay then I’m alright.”

You turned over to face him and draw shapes onto his chest.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love how we normally are. But that here and there…”

You trailed off, whistling to end your sentence instead of using words. Chan smiled lightly, moving his hand down to find yours and lace your fingers with his.

“And what was that about making me a mommy?” It was so easy to tease him now, seeing that Chan was starting to relax. Instantly his ears went red and he tried to cover his face.

“Gosh, don’t repeat it back to me.”

“You’re the one that said it!”

You both laughed letting the topic fade into the air not wanting to push much further.

“I mean, one day I’d like to.”

You smiled as you looked up at him.

“That would be nice. Not now obviously, but sometime in the future.”

Silence fell over you. You knew he was holding back verbally about how he was feeling and you wanted to make sure that he was alright in full. You squeezed his hand to grab his focus.

“You ready to talk about everything? Or are you still on edge about it?”

He sighed, knowing that there was no way you were gonna let him get away without speaking about his feelings. Even when he thought he could, you always found a way to pull it out of him.

“Yeah…yeah, I guess I should talk about it.”

You thought for a moment.

“Why don’t we run a bath and you can tell me everything while we’re in there. We’ll clean up and have a therapy session all in one.”

You pointed at your head as if you just discovered the most mind-blowing idea. Chan chuckled as he nodded along.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

You both got up from the bed and began to gather what you would need after getting out the bath. Before you even choose a set of clothes to put on you heard a voice echo through the dorm that you recognized as Changbin’s.

“Whenever you guys are done fucking, we’re thinking of going to get dinner.”

You both looked at each other, horror and embarrassment filling your faces. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You closed it and then opened it again, finding your words.

“I hope they didn’t hear all that.”

Chan raised his hands in defeat.

“Let’s just not think or ask about it.”

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a/n: hope whoever comes across this enjoys it. i had fun writing it! as always requests or asks are currently open :)

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a-long-fucknig-lovestory-blog · 1 year

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I went the whole summer thinking we were getting back together and somehow completely forgot the part where you said you didn’t want to.. all summer I thought we were working on us but instead we were just friends, with benefits.

This made things weird. After finally taking some time apart partly due to the fact, my family was in town and I was working when we finally hung out it was awkward. We went to the park to talk and we literally just talked. I remember not knowing if we should even hug each other - maybe you thought it would give me mixed signals. But after the second rejection, I think I understood.

I had one last week in the city and I was going back home. I told my job I was leaving earlier so when could spend the week together and because you wanted to work on a project. I loved and hated this week because again, I was fighting these mixed feeling of being emotionally and physically drawn to a person but knowing it was the end.

I would have never admitted this back then, but I would have done anything for you.

Anyways, we took a trip to the beach. The project was a video that you wanted to have multiple videos and we would record over the few days. We took my jeep and prolly an extra 3-4 hours to get there because we stopped so many times along the way.

If people were around, they would have thought we were two crazy kids in love. We were, at least I think so but we were also two crazy kids scared to love each other ultimately deciding to not be together.

it was so awkward because we were so intimate on this trip. I tried to not think anything each time your lips met mine. I tried to think it was just transactional and we were only doing this for the video because you didn’t love me this way.. anymore. A week ago, you couldn’t hug me. A week ago, you didn’t want more.

But when your eyes met mine, and you hands touched me, my body remembered as much as my mind tried to forget. My heart remember, because I would always love you.

The worst part of this trip was that neither of us opened up about it. I did what you asked, when the camera was rolling and I block everything else out when it was off. The only time you touch me was while the camera was rolling and sat in agony when the cameras were off.

But we were best friends. We sat on the beach and enjoyed each other company. We went to a restaurant and you order shark. We watch a movie in my jeep and slept through the night. I was happy just to be near you.

In the morning, the atmosphere changed. I could feel your anxiety and the agony you felt throughout the night.

I remember you asking me if I had met someone else and I thought it was weird because I happily stayed at your place for hours waiting for you get off work. I remember it being weird because you told me you didn’t want to be together. It was weird because I had only spent my summer here to be with you.

after your confession, the rest of the week went great. We were connected again and I think that only made the last time we saw each other harder.

We stood in front of your house and you held me so close, when you finally pulled away there were tears. I didn’t think it would be our goodbye. I didn’t think it would be the last time I see your face. I guess, I knew all along that it was an end but never really thought it was ours. I thought we would always find our way back to each other.

Fear, she forgets how much he loves her. She didn’t.. but he definitely forgot how much he loved her.

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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚘𝚑"

PART 8: CAT BOYS

... it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 1.8k author’s note: here it is...what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame

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Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”

Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”

“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.

“Already know it’s a bad one.”

Insulted, and hurt, you clutch your heart. As if she had not mocked you enough today, “Rae...The hell, that’s so mean...” You mutter, face scrunching into a soft frown, “I only wanted to tell you what me and Syk thought of.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she raises a brow, “Continue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me this time.” You mumble, rolling your eyes, “So. We thought we’d stream together. The catch? In the same room! We’ll be playing Cyberpunk. Gotta cash in while the hype is still up.” You add, making her snort, “And, ya know, the whole cat boy business...We’ll be wearing matching cat ears. Admit it, I’m a genius.”

She’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your words; you can practically see the gears in her head turning. She glances around the room, then briefly at you, strangely apprehensive. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Well, that is definitely not what you expected her to say. You figured it’d be more along the lines of you’d be one ugly cat. “Huh?” Is all you manage to stutter, “What do you mean?”

She gives you a look, one all people give when something is so plainly obvious, “Y/n. You do know the stans will go wild, right? And you do remember our conversation involving Corp-”

“Nope!” You exclaim cheerily with a bright smile to match. You don’t want to think about that. The relationship between you and Corpse is strictly platonic, and besides, seeing Twitter loosing their shit is always funny, and you never miss an opportunity to mess with your fans. Sykkuno is also a good friend, albeit a new one. This supposed flirting from Corpse’s end Rae deduced was nothing more than her projecting her feelings onto the situation. She always liked shoujo anime and was probably thinking one was happening right in front of her. Not a chance. Corpse was just being a friendly crackhead. Your energies mesh beautifully.

Like, beautifully in a strictly friend way. Absolutely nothing more than that.

She gives up, naturally, arguing with a wall would be more productive than arguing with you. You’re such a (Zodiac sign).

“Well,” She mumbles, ticking her head to the side, leaning off of the door frame and turning to leave, “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

Your grin melts as soon as she leaves. Glancing at your bag, you shove your last necessities in with newfound hesitance.

Nothing bad will happen, right?

...Right?

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It is well past the generally set “appropriate” time to hang out, but since quarantine, what is appropriate anymore anyway? You’ve never been in Sykkuno’s apartment, but now that you’re here it’s...strangely him. Every corner seems tailored to his specific requirements. It’s cozy, and pleasantly warm - it’s a bit chilly in LA, as surprising as that is.

He’s even shyer than you remember him being. And a whole lot more awkward, but in an endearing way, a way that makes you want to laugh and try to reassure him that it’s just you and he has nothing to worry about. While you hung out only once, the history you share is rich and tender. From him following you on Twitter and subsequently prematurely ending your stream, to kidnapping a stray cat affectionately named Juan. His long lost brother, Juan (no the Second, just Juan), lives in your Minecraft server.

His stream room is sadly bare. There’s an appalling lack of merch or fairy lights. Not even led-lights. It’s a good thing you brought your own. As you try to decided which color would be best - his signature lime green, reminiscent of his adorable Among Us astronaut, or, perhaps, mischievous violet? - he boots the game and tweets out a quick “streaming with y/n in ten mins! come one come all!”

“You should probably tell your fans, too.” He mumbles, looking somewhere above your shoulder. You settle with cherry blossom pink. Glancing at him, you shrug.

“Ah, do it for me, please?”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Uhm, I wouldn’t want to pry and I don’t know your password and-”

“It doesn’t have a password.” You had removed it, knowing something like this would happen. Bless your foresight, you did not want him to know it was demonspiitinmymouth. Before he could protest further, you rush to the nearest mirror to put on your cat ears and make sure they aren’t crooked. You look absolutely adorable. The cat boys in your dms will go feral. Hell, you might just go feral looking at yourself! Sykkuno is not ready. No one is. This will be a stream to remember.

When you return (with flourish of course), he’s anxiously fidgeting by his computer, his own little cat ears, one’s he wore for the Halloween stream, peaking out from his silky brown hair. You have to suppress a squeal. When he catches you gaze he gives the kindest, sweetest little smile.

“They, uh--” He points at you, then decides it’s rude to point, bringing his hand back to his lap, then clutching his mouse, lastly releasing a sound stuck between a chuckle and a wheeze, “suit you, uhm, a lot!” He finishes with a resolute nod, quickly spinning in his chair and away from you.

This is the reaction you desired. All is going according to plan. Is this what God feels like? If not, then you pity her. She’s missing out.

Taking a seat next to him - he had been gracious enough to haul you a spare chair from the kitchen - you draw closer, and he, instinctively, shrinks away with another nervous chuckle.

“You have, uhm... I-I didn’t look!” He quickly chimes. You raise a brow, “Uhm, unopened messages? From Corpse? He texted you when I was tweeting! I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry-”

Instantly, you recall the famous vine with the scandalous “daddy chill” line, though refrain from saying it aloud. You love havoc, but you’re not evil (Rae would ardently disagree with you, though). Instead, you just shrug, “’S fine, don’t worry. I’ll text him back later. Let’s start?”

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. Granted, you don’t think he glanced at you even once since you returned, “...Okay. Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You’re much too immersed into the game and Sykkuno’s twitch chat to even check what’s happening on Twitter, but your estimated guess is that everyone’s going crazy. The stream chat is unruly as well, but missing the signature Twitter spark. Most of the chaos is bravely lead by your fans. Sykkuno’s, much like the man himself, are too nice to scream so unabashedly.

Perhaps you excitement had been a bit too taxing, perhaps drinking 5 coffees and 2 energy drinks today and not enough water are to blame for the sudden drowsiness you’re feeling, but you can’t focus on the swimming chat or the abundance of cut-scenes at the starting point of the game. You steadily draw nearer and he, more composed in front of his audience, doesn’t react. About ten more minutes of hoovering by his shoulder and muttering soft commentary, and you feel yourself slipping.

The last coherent thought you have is a few choice words directed at caffeine itself for having the opposite effect of you at the worst time possible.

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You float in oblivion for perhaps ten minutes at best. Once you awake with a startle, you shower Sykkuno in shy apologies and he quickly reassures you that it’s fine and that he didn’t mind at all!

“Though,” He adds after a thoughtful pause, “not sure if it was very, uh, comfortable?”

His stream chat spams uwu and variations of similar kind. The stream continues for a few more hours before the both of you wish everyone a good night.

While you planned on wreaking absolute havoc, this sudden falling asleep was unexpected. You pondered the consequences of such an innocent, unplanned act whilst ubering home, fearing to check your phone which by now was blowing up with not only Twitter notifications but also Rae’s angry messages that vaguely read “what the fuck y/n”. Within the past two hours she had left 57 messages on all platforms collectively, including 7 calls.

Corpse’s last text was over three hours ago.

Now that’s strange. Worry festers quickly. Briefly glancing at your surroundings - the pretty glimmer of passing street lights, neon signs, familiar buildings - you decide that it’s time to check what kind of nuclear explosion you’ve caused.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach as you scroll past the hundreds of tweets and mentions. Scan through Rae’s messages.

You had failed to prepare ahead. Every explosion of such kind is followed by nuclear winter. And Corpse’s lack of messages feels especially cold.

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Not you smiling like a fucking idiot reading his last message! You shrink into the backseat, afraid the driver will accidentally look into the rear-view mirror and see you a bit too happy before asking questions. Good news? Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his any beeswax! In the words of Rihanna, just shut up and drive.

This argument had not yet happened, but you’re preparing, just in case.

As you think up of potential scenarios, your eyes drill into Corpse’s goodnight text. You’ve looked at it enough. Time to turn the phone screen off. Leave the app, at the very least. When the screen dims you instantly press on it to wake it up. This is embarrassing. Maybe the deadly amount of caffeine really did mess you up, big time. Your heart races in your chest, painfully almost. You feel a bit sick. Worst of all, you can’t stop smiling.

A notification from Rae makes you snap out of it. Ah, one more demon to deal with.

However, before you talk to her, you really need to tell Twitter that you’re not with Sykkuno. And apologize to Sykkuno as well.

At least Corpse doesn’t hate you.

Fucking hell, just exit the chat you idiot!

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helplessly-nonstop · 3 years

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Laughing Gas Confession (L. Hemmings imagine)

I’ve been working on this fix for quite some time but since Luke decided to realize a new album, I finally managed to gain motivation to finish this fic! Anyway reader gets their wisdom teeth pulled and this is the results! Tagging my girlie @wrestlingfae

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Wisdom teeth. The bane of any person’s existence if they ever had the displeasure of them coming in. Truly the only thing a person could ever gain from them coming in might be the humerus videos you capture while on laughing gas. My experience however? A little less humorous and a lot more exposing.

“Come on, you’re being a baby about this, just go to the dentist and let them pull the wisdom teeth, you’ll feel much better!” Luke insisted as he shut the door behind us. I groaned as he continued to pester me about setting up a dentist appointment to remove the nightmares pressing against my jaw.

“Luke, I have no one to bring me home! They’re going to use laughing gas and I can’t drive while high.” I retorted, beginning to put away the groceries, only to press my fingers against the hinge of my jaw as the ache began to grow more painful. He stared at me with a disbelieving look then he exclaimed, “I’m off tour, I can take you! I mean, we’re best friends, isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Take each other to the dentist, make sure you don’t ruin the Uber driver’s car flooring with vomit.”

“Okay, that was one time! That’s what you get for giving me Chipotle while I’m hammered. I mean, technically, me puking on that guy’s floor was your fault for letting me drink with Cal. You know he always encourages me to do bad things.” I insisted, handing him the milk to put away. He sighed, clearly realizing that I had won that point, and returned to our current argument, “Just let me take you. I swear, I won’t record you. I’ll just make sure you get there and back, safe and sound. Okay?”

We stared at one another for a while before I sighed, muttering, “Alright, fine, just make sure that I get there and back without breaking a bone.” His blue eyes sparkled at my agreement before he kissed me on my forehead then launched into making dinner as I dug through the freezer in search of an ice pack to press against my jaw. At least I’d finally get rid of these stupid wisdom teeth.

My appointment was set for tomorrow and dread was beginning to set in. Laughing gas loosened your lips and things that should remain a secret had the chance of slipping out. I was sitting on my bed, considering other options to pull my wisdom teeth without using laughing gas but ultimately came up empty. Unfortunately it seemed that this was the only way. Of course, I could have asked any of the other guys to take me to the dentist, but I feared that would hurt Luke. I just hoped that I could keep my secret locked away from even the grasps of the laughing gas..

“Today’s the day,” Luke crowed, bursting into my room, “C’mon, it’s time to take out those nasty wisdom teeth of yours!” I groaned and ducked my head beneath my pillow once again as I grumbled, “Why? Why did it have to be me to be cursed with a morning person as a best friend?” He flopped on my bed then lifted my pillow away from my face as he replied, “Balances out your night owl habits. Now come on, I bet you’re dying to get those bastards pulled.”

“It’s like you’re excited to see me suffer through recovery. Sadistic fuck. Alright, go, I’m getting dressed.” I muttered, shoving him off my bed. He groaned as he hit the floor then gave a small wave as he shut my bedroom door behind him, leaving me alone for the time being. I quickly changed and stared at the clock as I began to process what could happen.

Today was the day that I would risk the chance of exposing my love for my best friend of many years. What would I even do if I let it slip? Would he hate me? Would he reject me? Would he feel the same? So many thoughts raced through my head that I didn’t even notice that Luke had reentered, holding a hairbrush out to me. He cleared his throat and I glanced up with a sheepish smile then accepted the brush as he asked, “You need your shoes?” I looked around my room briefly and pointed to the stray pair of sneakers hiding beside my dresser before finishing brushing my hair.

He handed me my shoes and ran a hand through my hair as he assured me, “There’s nothing to worry about. They’re gonna take good care of you.” I smiled up at him and quickly pulled on my shoes before heading out the front door, sighing at the Los Angeles heat. We settled into the car and I stared out the window with a small sigh, prepared to finally get my teeth pulled.

“Hey you’re gonna be okay, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve been to this dentist before, they’re really good.” Luke assured me, patting my hand. I smiled briefly then stared out the window, knowing damn good and well whether the dentist was good or not was at the bottom of my worry list for today.

We arrived at the dentist in fifteen minutes and I savored the knowledge that we wouldn’t be together while I’m high on laughing gas for too long. He guided me inside and I spoke to the nurse running the front desk while Luke investigated the assortment of pamphlets that were splayed across their wall. Settling back beside him, I gripped the arms of the chair, terror beginning to set in. What would happen as soon as I exited the exam room? Would I expose the truth? Could I prevent a secret from spilling out?

Long fingers slid over the top of my hand and I jerked out of my panic as Luke gave a tight squeeze. He smiled and assured me,”Hey it’s okay! I’ll be right here when you’re done, okay?” Just a few words and my heart began to settle. The nurse entered the waiting area then glanced up from his clipboard, calling my name. My best friend waved a hand towards the exam area then chirped, “A new life awaits you. One without pain.”

The words echoed in my head as I settled in the chair and the dentist coached me through how to breathe in the laughing gas before a haze settled over my thoughts. The operation was a quick procedure and the pressure of them removing the four monsters that evolution cursed us with was nothing compared to the relief I felt.

The nurse was kind enough to help Luke with guiding me to the car and I pressed my cheek against the cool glass of the window, poking my cheek to feel the gauze stuffed in my mouth. He swatted my hand away and chided, “Don’t do that, you’ll make it hurt worse later.” I pouted at his warning then mumbled,”You’re no fun, Luke. Why you gotta be a buzzkill?” He chuckled at my whining and ruffled my hair as he replied, “I’m not being a buzzkill, I’m saving you from yourself.”

We managed to go through the drive through without another incident of me being a disaster, which I’m sure he was thankful for. He tugged me out of the car and urged, “Come on, let’s get you inside, silly.”

“You know, I love you so fucking much, Lukey. Like holy shit.” I mumbled, leaning into his chest. He laughed as he guided me into the living room then replied, “I love you too. We should really get you laid down before you pass out on me. Doctor said by the time you got home, you’ll be about ready to sleep.” I smiled softly at him as I landed on the couch and insisted, “No, not- not like a best friend loves their best friend. I love you like a boyfriend and girlfriend love each other.”

His eyes widened at the statement then I began to lay down on the couch as I mumbled, “Prolly shouldn’t have said that but ya know how it is. Easy goes the truth you want most exposed. The subconscious is a strange place, Luke.” He gave a shallow nod and turned out of the living room then returned with a blanket, draping it over me as my eyes began to close. Long fingers brushed my cheek briefly then I heard him murmur something to me, but the pain medicine was beginning to settle in.

When I finally came to, I was still curled up on the couch, with a blanket curled around my shoulders and a pillow clutched to my cheek. Glancing around, I realized that Luke had disappeared from the living room, leaving me to nap by myself. I groaned, pressing a tender hand to my jaw, then mumbled, “Ah fuck, right. Wisdom teeth are gone.” I pushed off the couch and stumbled into the bathroom so I could pull the bloody gauze from my mouth. I moved my bottom jaw briefly, only to regret the decision as pain struck. I groaned and clenched my eyes closed, hoping that the agony would settle down.

“Hey, you’re up. You want something to eat? I made soup.” Luke asked, leaning against the bathroom doorway. I turned at the sound of his voice and questioned, “How long was I out?” He hummed at the question, glancing down at his phone screen as it chimed, then replied, “About four hours. Not a bad nap. Come on, let’s get some food for you.”

As the week progressed, I noticed Luke had become distant. He moved away when I leaned against him, particularly when he was texting which was never an issue in our friendship. We often flocked to one another when we were chatting with friends and even potential love interests so it was strange for him to shy away.

When I entered a room, he would leave just seconds later, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of standing in the same area as me. What had happened when my wisdom teeth were pulled? Had my behavior while dealing with the pain really drove my best friend away? Or worse, did I tell him my biggest secret while I was under the influence of laughing gas and pain medicine? And if so, how long would our friendship last?

I allowed his strange behavior to continue unquestioned for another week, hoping that it was a mere coincidence that he was acting so strange so soon after my wisdom teeth surgery. But I finally caved on demanding what his problem was when I tried to hug him, only for him to sidestep me.

“Was there- did I do something wrong? Because if I did, I’d really like to know what’s causing you to act like this towards me.” I asked, stepping forward to try and meet his eyes. He turned on his heel and ran a hand through his hair before he grumbled, “So that’s why you didn’t want me to take you to the dentist. Because you were afraid of telling me the truth while you were under?” I raised an eyebrow at him and began to ask what he meant, only to pause when his words sank in.

“Oh my god, I didn’t. Please tell me that I did not say what I think you’re saying that I said.” I rushed out, not caring if it had made any sense. He flickered his gaze up to me then he snapped, “How long? How long have you been hiding the fact that you’re in love with me?”

“I’m kind of hoping that’s an optional question to answer.” I admitted, twisting my fingers together. He whipped to face me and shouted, “Goddammit, this isn’t a fucking joke to me, so quit deflecting and tell me what I want to know!” I flinched back at his anger then demanded, “Why are you so pissed that I didn’t tell you that I’m in love with you? I have a right to hide things, Luke! It’s not like you feel- never mind, just let me take my medicine.”

He stepped in front of me and held a hand up as he said simply, “Finish what you were going to say. You know me so well, tell me what you were going to say.” I glanced up at him then murmured, “It’s not like you feel the same anyway.”

“But how would you know that? You’re dismissing me before you even give me the chance to tell you how I even feel! You think I’d take just someone to the dentist? I mean- fuck! I wish you’d just let me tell you how I actually feel instead of acting like I wouldn’t give you a second of my time. I’m in love with you, dammit!” he shouted, chest heaving. My jaw dropped as we stared at one another, silence settling over our living room, then he drew in a deep breath, hissing,”I wasn’t going to confess like this. You just riled me up so fast, dammit.”

“You're in love with me?” I croaked out, surprise taking over my anger. He drew in a deep breath, as if he was preparing to give a giant speech, then he whispered, “I’ve been in love with you since high school. I just thought that you only wanted to be friends.” I cupped his face and he leaned into me, pressing his forehead against mine then I mumbled, “I thought I never stood a chance. That’s why I never made a move. I was terrified of what would happen if you didn’t feel the same.”

“Two halves of a whole idiot on the same thing, I guess.” he replied, giving a small smile. I giggled and asked, “Would my other half give me a kiss then?” He gave me a gentle kiss then assured me, “The second that you’re all healed up, I’m going to kiss you so fucking hard.”

“You better keep that promise, pretty boy.”

#Luke hemmings #Luke hemmings imagines #Luke hemmings fluff #Luke hemmings angst #5sos #5sos imagines #5sos fluff #5sos angst #cass content

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archived-gtronpa-account · 4 years

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you mind writing anything with shuichi and kokichi? i just love how you write them iejfjdkdij

Tysm bby 🥺🥺 I too love writing those losers pfpfpfpf

(sorry this took so long btw!! at this point ur prolly thinking your ask got eaten by tumblr bsbsbsbs writer's block just hit me HARD)

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Word count: 2800

Summary: The participants of the killing game stay away from Kokichi, and big villain Kokichi antagonizes himself. Meanwhile, Shuichi just wants to have a talk.

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After Monokuma's new motive, everyone agreed that Kokichi had to be the mastermind. It didn't help that even the boy himself pushed the idea on to his classmates. Shuichi didn't buy into the obvious lie.

The motive put Kokichi at a severe disadvantage; he couldn't access the main school building, the dorms— really, he couldn't get inside any building. Not only that, but he was much easier to spy on and sneak up to. Still, Shuichi could see why it was so easy for his peers to think of Kokichi as the villain hiding among them; on surface level, it would make sense for the mastermind to put himself in a position of power to strike fear and force the killing game to start, and somehow making himself grow taller than every building overnight seemed like a good way to do that.

Shuichi's footsteps were slow with reluctance as he walked through the courtyard. Kaito and Maki wouldn't let him go talk to Kokichi if they knew— at least not alone, but they didn't have to know nor find out. The three of them had already separated long ago after they were done with training, and come to think of it, he hadn't met anyone else wandering out on his way, besides Ryoma who hung around the dorms. He was glad no one would question him, but nervous at the idea of having little to no witness should something happen that night.

Kokichi was thankfully awake, sitting behind the main building and staring hard at his checkered scarf that had for some reason been laid out on the ground. Shuichi felt even more hesitant to break whatever odd thing was going on. All of a sudden, he remembered why he was so nervous; Kokichi looked much, much more intimidating when he could grab anyone in a fist and dangle them twenty feet above ground. Shuichi decided he could try to talk to him another time, and spun on his heels to retreat when a voice made him freeze on the spot.

"My beloved detective! I was just thinking about you~"

When said detective looked over his shoulder, he found a giant Kokichi peering down at him with a radiant smile, and he somehow found himself regretting both his decision to come and to leave.

"Kokichi, ah… Wh-what were you thinking?"His hand unconsciously reached for the hat on his head to pull it further down, and he didn't miss how Kokichi's eyes flickered to the hat and reflected something that vanished too fast for Shuichi to read into.

"Nothing, nothing! Just thinking that you're basically my best target to kill," almost too easily, his smile stretched into a familiar leer, "An investigation without our dearest, coolest detective just wouldn't go the same. Besides, no one could suspect me of killing my beloved, so you're my ticket to get out of this hell school! Ah, or maybe I could bury your dead body so that there would be no body discovery and no class trial, only the pain and despair of loosing yet another classmate. How's that sound?"

What the— that was harsh, and quick, almost instantaneous. Kokichi was definitely on edge, all the more reasons not to talk to him. Still…"Please don't joke about that," Shuichi pulled his hat further down, silently apologizing to Kaede for still being this weak after the death of so many of his friends. He didn't dare look up to the large face of the evil leader.

A beat passed, then another, and when nothing more happened and the boy thought nothing more would happen and he would better leave already, "… Sheesh, fine. I'm sorry you're so sensitive, Shuichi."

"A-ah," the sudden mood swing caught him off guard. Kokichi's voice had fallen much lower and quieter than its usual childish high pitch. "It's fine." He still didn't dare look up, instead focusing his gaze on the scarf that laid on the ground. "I… What were you doing?"

"Oh, this? Nothing, really, just lil' old me playing games with lil' old myself. Hey, maybe I won't kill Saihara if he beats me at a game of chess!" Without looking up, he could feel the giant boy shift and lean above him and saw his shadow stretch until it engulfed him.

"Wha- I didn't- I only wanted to talk a bit."

"Wha-? Ah? I did-didn't- I only want to play a game. So really, it's your choice."

There was really no arguing with him. Maybe Shuichi could get him to talk if he accepted to play with him for a bit. "Alright, but," he stepped closer up, inspecting the scarf. It had been folded into a sixty four squares chessboard, but, "How are we playing without pieces?"

"You just have to imagine real hard that they're there, and suddenly you can see them right in front of you! I also hope you know the algebraic notation, since we'll be needing it." Shuichi tried to ignore the unnerving feeling of the ground faintly shaking under his feet as Kokichi shifted and fidgeted on his spot like an overly excited child.

"I think I do, but doesn't this sounds a little too hard?"

"Geez, Shuichi, I didn't think you of all people would have trouble imagining what's not there. You look like the kid in middle school who only talked to his imaginary friends. Besides, games are always more fun on hard mode anyway." Shuichi sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he was about to waste precious sleep hours playing an impossible game of chess with a giant clown. He stepped closer still and positioned himself in front of the makeshift gameboard, then glanced up to Kokichi. Instead of the mocking smirk he'd expected, he was only met with a big, almost amused grin and eyes sparkling with excitement. Shuichi looked down again, some of the previous tension leaving his body. "Alright, I'll start, since black fits your aesthetic better. E-four."

And if the 'game' itself wasn't already hard enough, Shuichi couldn't, for the life of it, stay focused with how fidgety Kokichi was being. His fingers hammered down on the ground incessantly and his head rocked left and right the same way Angie's would, both motions sending faint vibrations in the ground under Shuichi's feet. He didn't get a break either when it was the others turn to play, since he'd state his next move without missing a beat— almost as if he'd already known what Shuichi would do. It was uncanny yet interesting to get an insight on how the supreme leader's brain worked, only it would have been better if it had happened before the weird growth motive, when Shuichi didn't have to fear he'd get snatched up in the air at any given moment.

Sometime in the next hour, he ended up taking his hat off to help him focus and get a clearer look at the gameboard; gameboard which he stood in the middle of, in an attempt to help him keep track of the pieces' placement. He frowned, spun around and looked left and right as he tried to remember where he'd left his rook. So focused and lost in the game, he failed to notice when his foot got caught in the fabric; on the next step he took, he fell back on his back. Startled and faces reddening, he fumbled to get back on his feet, when a large face came in his view and stopped him in his track.

"Nishishi~ Shuichi, you're really funny being like this." An encore of the insect incident; Kokichi's upside-down face loomed over him, so close he could faintly feel his warm breath ruffling his hair. Shuichi instinctively reached for a hat that wasn't there, before shuffling his hand back down in shame. He wished it had been there for reassurence, but ultimately decided it was for the best that he couldn't hide behind it. He couldn't be anything but intimidated by Kokichi when he towered over him like that and could so easily do so much, but he didn't want to be scared when he knew that Kokichi, despite all the awful things he was (and he was a lot of awful things) wouldn't go far with his games and wouldn't use his new stature to his advantage.

"It's…" he took a second to breath, regain his composure and look the giant supreme leader in the eyes, "It's hard to remember how the board is set after every move," he got up and brushed himself off. Why can you do it so easily? He wouldn't expect a serious answer to that, so he kept the question to himself.

"Oh hush, this is the only excuse you got to justify losing so badly?" He leaned away and smirked, "I could do you a favor and capture a couple more of your pieces, hmm? Or maybe, here," out of the corner of his eyes, Shuichi saw a large hand come his way, and all the courage he'd been building up for so long all but melted away as his eyes shut tight and stumbled several steps back, once again getting his foot caught in fabric and falling back on his butt. Atua help him, at that point, he only wished the fabric would swallow him whole so he wouldn't embarrass himself again.

He kept his eyes closed tight and waited, but when there was no pressure around himself he cracked an eye open and saw, to his relief, the hand hanging a few feet away from him. The relief was quickly replaced with shame, and he felt a little stupid for having gotten scared so easily after having put so much faith in Kokichi. From above, he heard the boy groan and say, "Relax Max, I said I wouldn't kill you until we're done with this game," with a tinge of annoyance. Fear lingered in Shuichi's mind when he saw the hand approaching him once again, but this time he managed to stand his ground when fingers slipped behind his back and easily scooped him up in an open palm.

In the next second, he was lifted and dropped off in one swift movement, leaving him dizzy and slightly sickened. He clutched on to whatever his hands found first, and took a moment to process his position on Kokichi's shoulder, and another moment to answer him when he said, "Better? Now you can't come whining that you can't see the board clearly."

"Yeah…" he muttered, still busy trying to find his balance. He found his hand balled up in a fist around a lone lock of purple hair, so he moved closer still until he was huddled against Kokichi's neck, and he hoped the other boy wouldn't hear his heart pounding with unease.

They were able to carry out the game for a while longer. At some point, Kokichi's hand ended up on his lap, and Shuichi, despite his anxiety spiking up at the gesture, stayed quiet about it, deciding to accept the extra bit of safety. He took it as a sign that Kokichi, too, was comfortable enough, so he decided to try to strike up the conversation he'd wanted to have.

"Are you sure you're not cheating ?" Maybe not the best way to start some small talk, but the first to come to mind when he was loosing more and more of his important imaginary pieces with every turn and he was sure Kokichi was somehow cheating.

"Who? M-Me?" Kokichi sniffled, and his shoulder jolted with a faked sob, leaving Shuichi to clutch onto the large hand on his lap like a lifeline. "I can't believe my beloved would accuse me of such- such a nefarious deed! Shuichi, you really broke my heart here."

Then all at once, his voice switched from 'heartbroken' back to nonchalant when he said, "Besides wouldn't you except the mastermind of this thrilling game of murder and betrayal to be good at some kids' strategy games? You know, I lied about my real talent, I'm actually the ultimate chess master…"

"You have poor taste in motives if you're really behind this killing game." Shuichi cut him off before he could drift away from the subject. A perfect opportunity not to waste. "I mean, this is more disadvantageous to you than anything. You can't access any building, nor can you hide anywhere if you need to be discreet for your secret evil plans. And if you were really the mastermind, you wouldn't want to single yourself out and leave our classmates feeling safe and secure…"

More and more inconsistencies came to his mind as he presented his deductions, and Kokichi listened, silent and unmoving. "I think… I think the reason behind this motive is for the mastermind to push our classmates away from you and to," he bit his lip and prepared himself to present yet another truth he didn't want to believe, "To force you to kill someone. The school can't accommodate for you for more than a few days at most, so unless the motive's effect is reversed soon…" he left the end unsaid.

Kokichi remained silent and still, so much so that Shuichi was almost tempted to reach out to his neck and check for a pulse, when he settled for, "Maan, Shuichi, you really are naive. You really thought this was all there was to this motive?" The hand on his lap slid off, and Kokichi leaned back against the wall behind him in an viciously abrupt movement that made Shuichi slip and almost fall, then he went on without a pause, "You know, your logic doesn't apply to every situation, mister detective. The only reason I care about is my own entertainment, simple as that. And if I get bored, I can reverse the motive whenever I want."

Shuichi couldn't see his face from his angle, but he could imagine the leer easily plastered on it, like a mask worn a hundred times. "Wouldn't you be breaking your own rules then? And admitting defeat to the participants of the game?"

The debate that ensued made Shuichi feel like he was back on trial grounds. Kokichi shot him arguments to prove he was mastermind. They were full of contradictions, half-hearted and shaky as a card castle in the middle of a storm, and too easily, his truth cut through the other's words like a bullet. Kokichi sounded bored, like he'd prefer keeping his lie true but wouldn't mind an outcome in which Shuichi busted him. And Shuichi wanted that, to see through Kokichi's lies, to get a chance to understand why he was so hellbent on making a villain out of himself when he so obviously worked to stop the killing game just like his classmates, he wanted to reach out to him and pull him out of his self-inflicted loneliness and work together with him to save their friends, if only he would take his hand.

Their debate came to a halt when a crash was heard from Miu's lab. Shuichi distinctly felt Kokichi stiffen and tense up at the sound. He brought a hand back up to his smaller classmate and wrapped it around him in a loose fist, before he got up and made his way to the inventor's lab in quiet, quick steps. There, Shuichi was lowered back on solid ground and rushed in the lab.

His knees almost gave out, his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Ryoma's body lay in the middle of the room in a pool of his own blood. Lifeless eyes stared at the detective, and the detective stared back. Shuichi felt his throat constrict, his vision swimming, he clutched his chest and tore his eyes away from the scene. He had let another one of his friends die, he would soon have to investigate the crime, to doom the killer among them by his own hands.

"Shit," he turned around, and there was Kokichi peering in the lab and their classmate's body with a frown. It vanished as quick as it had come and was replaced by a blank face with a click of his tongue. "Well then, Shuichi, I guess I'll leave you here to do your detective work while I go call the others, hmm?" And he got up without waiting for an answer. Before he left, Shuichi heard him mutter, "I hope the next motive doesn't make me really tiny or something."

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Gosh this took so long yet I still feel it's so bad. Hope I was at least able to quench some of your thirst for saiou bae

#ask #request #writing #shuichi Saihara #kokichi ouma #saiouma #oumasai #tiny!shuichi #giant!kokichi #gtronpa #gt #danganronpa #ndrv3

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AAR - XLI - Snarky Comments and Staircases

Russia didn't remember falling asleep, but he's startled awake by soft whimpering from somewhere next to him. All the countries that could climb the stairs, were moved to stay on cots upstairs, leaving Russia and America on the larger couch and Egypt on one of the smaller couches in the living room.

Russia, disoriented, looks around. Looking to his side, he sees America curled up and quietly weeping. Russia pulls himself up and winces.

'I can't do anything to help.'

The thought is sobering, but Russia decides that he isn't going to leave America to suffer.

'Dixie can help. Must find Dixie.'

Russia forces himself to his feet and he muffles his yelp with his fist.

'Can't give up now.'

Russia stumbles to the stairs and takes a moment to breathe before staring up the staircase, his head spinning. Another whimper, louder this time catches his attention, and he steels himself over. Russia forces himself to his feet and up the first step. He claws at the handrail and collapses as soon as he makes it up the staircase.

Russia gasps. He stays on the floor for a second and tries to catch his breath before rolling onto his hands and pushes himself back up to his feet.

'Need to get help.'

Russia uses his shoulder to balance himself on the wall and he wanders down the hallway. His vision gets spotty and his peripheral vision has all but blacked out. He makes it to Dixie's door before his legs gave out on him and he crumbles like he was made of wet cardboard. He hits the floor with a heavy thump, and the snoring from in the room suddenly stops.

The door opens a moment later and Dixie stares down at Russia, the remnants of sleep and confusion in his eyes.

"Russia?" Dixie asks, sounding exhausted and baffled.

"Something wrong. America needs help," Russia explains through clenched teeth, propping himself up on his arms.

Dixie's eyes go wide before he rushes downstairs, his footsteps pounding against the wood. Russia pushes himself onto his hands until the pain in his right hand becomes excruciating. He falls back down, landing hard on his chest. He grunts at the impact but finds it's not as painful as he had expected. His eyelids begin to fall.

Strange footfalls echo through the hallway, and a set of feet, one real and one prosthetic, skid to a stop in front of Russia's nose.

"Russia? What are you doing? How did you get up here?" New York asks from above him, sounding perplexed.

"Something's wrong with Meri. Needed help," Russia says quietly.

Russia tries again to force himself up and off the cold ground. He hears another kid come running up through the hallway, and Russia looks up just in time to see New Jersey nearly tripping over him to get to New York.

"Woah!" New Jersey exclaims, "What the f*** is going on?"

"SHHH!" New York hisses, "and I think something's wrong with Dad."

"I'm gonna go get Tex," New Jersey says before running off.

"Wait!-" New York shouts before he cuts himself off and sighs.

New York crouches as much as his prosthetic would allow and looks at Russia in the eyes.

"Do you want to stay up here or do you want to go back downstairs?"

"Downstairs," Russia replies.

New York nods before looking back up.

"Tik," New York says, faint disdain in his tone, "we need your help."

"You need my help?" Texas asks smugly, a teasing undertone to his words.

"Shut the f*** up and get your a** over here. We need to get Russia back downstairs and check on Dad," New York says, his voice tight.

Texas begins heaving Russia off the ground while New Mexico and New Jersey rush back down the hallway to help. When they finally get back downstairs and enter the living room, America is gone and Dixie is nowhere to be seen. America's pile of blankets slowly falling off the edge of the couch.

Russia is deposited next to where America had been, and New York and New Jersey rush off to find America. New Mexico hands Russia the bottle of aloe that had fallen to the ground. Texas sits again the arm on the opposite edge of the couch and New Mexico whines.

"I want to go back to bed," New Mexico complains, throwing her arms to the sides.

Texas shrugs half-heartedly.

"I want to stay down here in case Dad needs any more help," Texas says.

New Mexico grumbles before stumbling around and ultimately curling up in a chair in the corner of the room, asleep again in seconds.

Russia lays his head back and closes his eyes, completely exhausted. Even still, he refuses to go to sleep completely until he knows America is back.

Russia's head pops up at the tell-tale footsteps of New York. He sees New York and New Jersey walking back in.

"Move over, you f***er," New York says softly, waving at Texas to move his legs off the sofa.

Texas complies and makes room for the two on the couch. New York falls back gracelessly and huffs as his back hits the pillows. New Jersey follows suit.

"So what's goin' on?" Texas asks.

"Dixie is in the bathroom with Dad," New York says with a sigh, "It doesn't look good. F***."

New York runs his hands through his hair and Texas sits up straighter, more attentive now.

"York?" Texas asks, reaching out a hand to put on New York's shoulder. New York dodges the attempt.

"Texas, I'm being serious. Dad is hacking up even more of that f***ing magic s*** than before. Dixie has it handled for now, but it's...I... F***!" New York spits before putting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands.

"Yorky, you gotta calm down," New Jersey says, leaning back with his arms in the air and his hands behind his head.

"I know Jerz, but I've never seen Dad this f***ing sick," New York retorts, sounding angry and scared.

Russia's heart sinks.

"Dad'll get through it. He always does," Texas asserts quietly, moving to stand, "Let's go make some coffee or something. Big A, you up to it?"

New York sighs but still gets up to follow. Russia watches them go before turning his attention to New Jersey, who stares blankly at the ceiling.

"Will he be okay?" Russia asks quietly.

New Jersey's head whips around to face Russia before he sighs with a soft laugh.

"Who? York? Yeah, he'll be fine. He just needs something to distract himself. Hopefully Tex gives him something noncaffeinated. He just gets panicky, ya know? Kinda wish he'd calm down a little and just sleep, but what can you do?" New Jersey adds with a shrug.

Russia nods before leaning his head back again. He stares up at the ceiling until he hears someone enter the room from one of the side hallways. Russia looks up and sees Dixie dragging America over to the couch. New Jersey gets up to help and together, they get America back on the couch where he had been before.

America lies down in the blankets and cuddles into them, shivering.

Dixie pulls the blankets over him before backing up and handing Russia a blanket as well. Dixie wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and sighs.

"All y'all okay?" Dixie asks.

"Yeah, we're good," Texas says, leaning his head against the doorway to the kitchen with crossed arms.

New York reenters the room a moment later with a mug and he paces around the room for a few moments before leaving the cup on the coffee table and tugs at Russia's blanket. Russia jolts a little.

"Havta examine your cuts and s*** to make sure you didn't f*** anything up," New York mutters, lifting Russia's arm.

Russia relaxes a little, trusting that New York wouldn't hurt him.

Dixie yawns and stretches before hunching over, looking almost like he had fallen asleep where he's standing, swaying a little.

"Dix, you're gonna fall over," Texas says with a chuckle.

Dixie jolts upright with wide eyes. He stumbling to a pile of linins left on the carpet and falls into it, asleep before he landed, snoring softly.

"God D***, I forgot how much he snores," New Jersey comments, snark painting his words.

New York snickers into his drink.

"Hush," Texas scolds lightly, sitting back down on the couch and cradling his own cup in his hands.

America groans quietly, and Russia whips his head around. America reaches forward blindly and latches onto Russia's good arm, pulling in Russia's hand and putting it against his face. Russia shifts a little to take the extra stress off his shoulder and smiles softly.

"That's a good sign," New York mutters.

Russia hums, completely distracted.

'So pretty.'

"What is?" New Jersey asks.

"Dad's moving," Texas answers, "prolly means he'll be waking up soon."

Russia smiles, and finally, his thoughts begin to calm from their panicked spiral. Russia sighs with a small smile.

'Don't scare me like that.'

Texas gets up to put his cup in the kitchen and when he gets back, he moves to the center corner of the large couch. Texas settles and tilts his hat over his face, relaxing into the pillows. New York and New Jersey quietly sign to each other in the moonlight from the windows. Russia lets the rest of the tension leave his muscles and he stares at America's features, trying to soak it in.

Russia feels his eyelids get heavier, but he tries his best to stay awake, afraid something else might happen, but having America holding his hand made enough of that worry fade for him to fall asleep.

The world grows calm and quiet as Russia gets lost in his dreams.

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Old Habits Die Hard | Part Four: Down The Stairs And To Your Left

SYNOPSIS | PART ONE: DAYS BEFORE | PART TWO: JUST BE GOOD TO ME | PART THREE: RECOGNIZE THE BUTTERFLIES

Peace!

Warnings: Lightweight mentions of sexual situations, language

A few things! Old Habits Die Hard is now on WATTPAD! If you’re more of a person that uses Wattpad to follow fanfiction, you can now follow on that platform. It’s all up to date over there. Secondly, I’m dropping off the internet grid (new year fasting, you know how it is...) from the 6th until the 26th so there will be no update until I come back (hopefully, it’ll be finished by then lol) Lastly, I love you all and I’ll see you on the flipside!

DOWN THE STAIRS AND TO YOUR LEFT

The latter parts of the day’s sunlight stream into Ariel’s bedroom and bounce off of the water-stained Word Up! posters of Mindless Behavior left hanging onto her bedroom walls. You understand why Aunt Jerri wouldn’t want to remove them; your Dad kept your B2K posters up in your room well after you left for college too. It made him feel like you never left home.

Stuffed animals mark their spot on top of the dresser and in front of the vanity mirror that’s reflecting an image of you braiding Ariel’s voluminous hair into two large french braids. It was getting too hot for her hair to live wild and free.

“I can’t believe my mom is actually hosting a party here tonight. This is not like her at all.”

“Ariel, I can’t either… she’s wildin’ tonight.” So was Yahya for that matter. His insistence on staying the night could only be explained by his desire to get a break from the hyper-emotional and high-stress world of being a civil rights attorney. He wanted to be as wild and free as Ariel’s hair that you’re trying to tame. You’re successful with Ariel. With Yahya, not so much.

Ariel grabs EcoStyler for her edges as you take a look at your phone. Dave has yet to message you again since you ignored his first message and you couldn’t help but feel a bit dismayed by his lack of a following gesture. For him to go out of his way to message you after a year of paying you no mind, you would think he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Your pride, at least, wanted a fight out of him.

“I hope this party is lowkey, Ari. I do.”

“It should be just family and maybe Mr. Jones’ family down the street.”

“I don’t think I know the Joneses like that at all.”

“One of them, this boy Pardi, is fine as shit…”

“Ari…”

You didn’t like Ari to curse even if she was old enough. “Leave those boys alone, homegirl.”

“Speaking of those Jones’ boys … that low-ass Dave’s been asking about you.”

Your emotions spike. You don’t want to show your enthusiasm for Dave’s inquiries about you but you also feigned to know how much he much he misses you and if he craved you or wanted to see you.

“Oh word?” Your poker face is ice cold. “I haven’t talked to him in a minute. He’s okay?”

“Looking real dusted, yeah. He kept asking me about you too. Got on my nerves.”

You sit on the edge of Ariel’s bed, rubbing the corners of her mattress with hands that twitch at the thought of running into Dave before your trip is over. You try your best to shrug off Ariel’s notice of Dave’s attention towards you but curiosity is starting to get the best of you. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing. Felt like it was better to show him.”

You quickly realize how Dave found you. You wanted to make sure that Ariel wouldn’t pull such a move.

“Ariel … how did you do that?”

“Showed him a picture of you and your man.”

“Girl, no… that wasn’t your place to do that.”

Ariel shoots a puzzled look toward you and you shoot it right down. “I get it but Sis, that wasn’t the move…”

“It ain’t like Dave hit you up, right … fuck, I’m sorry.”

Ariel received -- and believed -- the farcical cliff notes of the story of how you and Dave ended. You told her that you two decided that distance and travel would be too much to continue the relationship. You didn’t want to tell her the real story: that your texts to Dave went unanswered and that when you called him, it went straight to voicemail. You even hopped on I-95 unannounced to drive up to Philly but once you were minutes away from the tolls, you bailed. All of that you couldn’t tell Ariel.

“I doubt he shows his face, Y/N. It ain’t like he knows that you’re here.”

“You sure you ain’t tell him that, Ariel? Since you showing my life off…” Your misdirected irritation toward Ariel is rearing its ugly head. You quickly reel yourself in once you see Ariel start slamming the drawers shut on her vanity. “I’m sorry, cousin. You didn’t deserve that. I know you meant well by what you…”

The faint ring of the doorbell stops your apology in its tracks. You pass a frightened look at Ariel who quickly passes it back to you. You don’t know who that could be at the door. You’re hoping -- but yet praying that it’s not-- Dave.

You run into the bathroom to straighten yourself up before parading down the steps to maybe see your impending doom for the first time in a year. You adjust your sundress to show the right amount of plump and cleavage and shift your dress to show the most thigh you could. You check your Nikes for scuffs of asphalt on the toe box. You inhale so much air into your lungs that they may explode. You exhale once you walk down the steps to see it’s just Yahya coming into the house with his hands beyond full.

Crisis averted.

“Oh you went to the good state store, Yahya. You ain’t holding anything cheap.” Aunt Jerri grabs the two bottles of Woodford Reserve from up under Yahya’s right arm, ignoring the weight of the rest of the goodies that are almost causing him to topple over. The bags of ice are set to fall until you quicken your pace down the steps to catch those bags before they hit the floor. To Yahya, you were on time.

Dave doesn’t want to be late and miss Aunt Jerri’s afterparty, his favorite black t-shirt sticking to his body like glue as the sweat pools toward the middle of his back. He cranks up his air conditioning unit to the maximum. He’s trying to not lose his cool.

Dave’s been thinking about what to say to you all day. A part of him needs to corner you and pour his heart out but he’s too much of thug for that. A part of him desires to play the corner with hopes of you making the first move. Ultimately, all of him hopes that your fiance isn’t there to fight any and all of his fantasies. He knows that he must be on his best behavior: Aunt Jerri and his Mom are close friends. There will be no corner-like-behavior up in that house.

As Dave adjusts the laces on his Nikes, his brother Pardi softly raps on Dave’s door to let him know that the family is ready to head over to Jerri’s house. Dave heaves what feels like gallons of air from his chest and proceeds to walk down the hallway towards the steps. Pardi suddenly stops Dave in his tracks, causing him to almost slip on the top step of the staircase. “Yo, nigga… what are you doing?” Pardi could smell Dave’s tense demeanor since Trace told him that you were back in town. He remembered last summer and what fits those two weeks drove Dave into: insanity.

Like Ariel, Pardi didn’t receive an honest answer about what happened between you and Dave. Dave told Pardi that you were just “a fuck” and that you just made yourself available when Dave needed you. Pardi looked squarely through Dave’s misogynistic postering bullshit to know that Dave was all the way gone when it came to you. You were the woman that paused passionate games of NBA2K when you called his phone. You were the woman who Dave would let sleep in his bed long after he left for work. He wanted you there when he finally got home. You were the woman that had Dave on a James Harden-like tear on the basketball court, showing off just for you.

Pardi called Dave a “bitch” when your phone calls and texts went unanswered and when he, Dave and their boys took a trip to party out in DC and Dave didn’t reach out to you.

Pardi can see the scared in Dave as they stand at the top of the steps. “Yo, you good?”

“Fuck you asking me if I’m good for?”

“Shorty from last summer prolly there, that’s why.”

“Nigga. I’m not even thinking about her.”

Pardi shrugs off Dave with a laugh and walks down the steps. “Yeah, aight. You buggin’...”

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“Oh, you trippin’! LeBron is better than Jordan!” Uncle Ro’s passionate basketball debate with Yahya is causing his rotund body to almost careen off of the couch and onto the floor. Although you hoped that the party would be small, nothing associated with your Aunt Jerri is that. She’s beloved on the block and the amount of people filtering into her home is showing you how much. Some pre-wedding donations slipped into your hand during the course of the evening, making tonight’s impending torture somehow worth it.

For a brief moment, you weren’t thinking about Dave. You were overwhelmed by the embracing of Yahya by your family -- blood and neighborhood. You almost cried when Aunt Jerri spoke about your Dad during her impromptu toast to you and Yahya’s engagement. “My brother is smiling, I know that. And that fool wouldn’t crack a smile for a damn baby. Except you. He loved you.” Those were the words you wanted to hear after a day of beating yourself up for a decision you made last summer to make some neighborhood dude named Dave a priority for two weeks all the while he seemingly made you an option.

Your current priority has been watching you filter in and out of the kitchen, grabbing drinks for your Uncles and some of the OG queens from the neighborhood. The brown and white liquor are making love inside of his body, thoughts escalating inside of his mind that would make your Reverend Uncle Ro want to perform an exorcism on him. He couldn’t wait to take you out of that sundress when you both got home. But why did it have to wait for DC?

As Yahya peels his now overheating body off the plastic-covered couch, the front door opens allowing a needed breeze to hit the living room.

But suddenly you get hot.

Although it’s been 365 days, you and Dave catch eyes quicker than an Olympic runner. It mirrors the way that you both first looked at each other last summer, a moment so intense that Aunt Jerri whispered “oh shit!” to herself as if she was watching the drama unfold on The Young & The Restless. She could tell that you and Dave were two magnets that desperately needed attachment. That’s why she told you to “have fun with that.” As he stands at the door, your eyes fixate upon his body. You forgot how sexy he was. He mimics your move, staring down your body like he would be quizzed on it. You were so beautiful. Last year’s feelings and emotions quickly replicate themselves in this moment causing Aunt Jerri to say “oh shit!”. This time most of the room heard her.

Aunt Jerri received the honest story about you and Dave’s fallout. She forgot about all that in the midst of trying to set a party off inside of her house.

Yahya sees your face and knows that something isn’t right. As he attempts to save you, Dave and his family make their way throughout the living room to greet everyone. They became the river that Yahya couldn’t cross.

“Y/N, can you grab that Grey Goose in the basement?” Trace orders, breaking you out of your Dave-induced spell. You happily oblige, needing to get away from the love of your life and the lust of your last summer standing just feet apart from his each other. Yahya finds a way around the crowd to follow you downstairs.

You find yourself leaning over the oak-colored bar while yelling internally at your chest to calm down. You fail to hear Yahya shuffle down the steps and come up to you.

“Yo, what the fuck!” You jump at the precise moment that Yahya attempts to wrap his arms around your waist. He’s never seen you this wound up or scared. It’s uncharted territory for the both of you.

“Y/N, it’s me … it’s me. Wow.”

You never went in for a hug so fast once you realize that it’s Yahya and not Dave. “Babe, I’m sorry. I’m just … I’m just really over-”

“Overwhelmed? I would be too if half the damn city just walked into the house. You know them?”

You know one of them and in ways that you would never tell Yahya. You shrug off Yahya’s question with a kiss which intensifies with every mounting second. Yahya’s lips fail to break from yours as he walks you backward, finding your backside up against the bar. His right hand eagerly climbs inside the slit of your sundress, causing you to whimper and fall even more into his arms.

“Yahya, we can’t. Not down here…”

“Is so loud up there though, They won’t hear shit…”

“Shit? You’ve been around my peoples for too long. But no, not here. Not in my Auntie’s house.” You and Dave didn’t follow such protocol last summer.

Yahya obliges. “If this is your way of punishing me for making us stay up there, I don’t like it.” Yahya playfully bites on your neck before letting you go against the wishes of your body. He’s always there to protect you and you really want to show your appreciation. As he walks up the basement steps, he’s too distracted from trying to hide what’s going on inside of his jeans that he fails to notice someone trying to open the basement door.

“Oh, my bad. I didn’t see you there.” Dave’s too on a mission to get at you that he doesn’t care to become upset at Yahya almost smacking his face with a door. Or that Yahya, the man that now has your love and attention, is standing in front of his face.

“You good. They told me to grab a bottle down there.”

“Yeah, man. The bar is down the steps and to your left. My girl is down there. She can show you where everything is...”

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thewritewolf · 5 years

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Nino’s Quest Chapter 9: At the Gates

The party finds the lair of the Necromancer and struggle to find a way in. Their righteous quest quickly devolves into a cuddly sleepover.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 (Final)

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3. My ko-fi.

The wind was howling as Nino and Alya approached the bakery. Winter was well and truly here, but that wasn’t too surprising. It was the last week of November, after all. Nino looked up at the grey skies and frowned as a few stray snowflakes danced to the ground. They had gotten lucky so far with very little snow, but something in his gut was telling him that wasn’t going to last much longer. Just in case, Nino had brought a change of clothes. Who knows if they were going to get snowed in? Especially given how long this session was going to last.

It wasn’t every day they marched into the halls of the Necromancer, after all.

For now, though, they marched into the bakery.

“So… how’d it work out yesterday? I didn’t see much of them after we let ‘em out,” Nino whispered to Alya as they waved at the Dupain-Cheng parents.

She poked her head into the living room and turned to look at him with a wide grin. “See for yourself, babe.”

The two of them were sitting on the couch playing Ultimate Mecha Strike. Despite the fact that the entire couch was open to them, Marinette was practically sitting in Adrien’s lap. His arms were wrapped around her and his chin rested on her head. For a few solid moments Nino was left stunned at the threshold of the room, staring in awe. At least until Alya jabbed him in the back with her elbow.

His startled yelp caught Adrien’s attention. A bright smile lit up his face. “Awesome timing, guys! We were just about to decide who was the absolute master of Mecha Strike.”

“It was me,” came Marinette’s reply as the victory screen played.

“As if there was any doubt,” Adrien murmured. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his nose into the crown of her head.

“Hey! That tickles.”

“Too bad.”

“Well,” Alya cut in, “if you two are done being sickeningly cute, we’ve got a Necromancer to stop. In case you forgot?”

“I know, I know. Fighting evil, saving lives - the usual.” Adrien didn’t open his eyes or loosen his hold on Marinette, but Nino could see the knowing smirk on his face.

“Speaking of the usual…” Marinette said as she extracted herself from Adrien. “How does croissants for everyone sound?”

Alya followed after Marinette, leaving Nino to start getting set up. It wasn’t hard to miss the dopey smile that his best bud wore, or how he was almost melted into the couch. Even though that had been the plan all along, Nino was still surprised it actually worked.

“So… you and M, huh?”

“Mhm…” The smile grew wider.

“Dude, you’ve got it bad. I’m just glad you guys finally figured it all out.”

“Yeah…”

“Mind telling me what happened?”

Adrien shrugged. “We just needed to talk things through. That’s all.”

“Sure, dude.” Nino softly punched Adrien on the arm. “Just took a locked door and a bunch of time to make you do that.”

A blush spread across Adrien’s face. “We got there eventually..”

As much as Nino wanted to pry or tease a little more, he was just glad to see his friend so happy. Those two definitely deserved each other.

Just as he finished setting up, the girls returned with a plate of fresh croissants. The perfect food for planning an invasion.

“Alright, my dudes. You’ve discovered the great entrance to the ruined dwarven city. The gates are big and strong. You can hear something moving, can catch glimpses of something marching back there. But whatever it is, it’s not alive.” Nino tugged on his cap. “Well, uh, not in the usual sense, anyway.”

“We can probably take them,” Alya said as she cracked her knuckles. “We’ve trounced worse baddies.”

“I’m not so sure about that. Skeletons gave us a lot of problems back in the mines.” Marinette was tapping a finger to her cheek.

“I know that look, Mari.” Adrien grinned. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, what if we don’t use the main entrance? If it really is a city under there, then there’s no way the Necromancer can have the entire place guarded.”

Alya crossed her arms. “That sounds great and all, M, but do we know of any other entrances?”

“I don’t know.” Marinette locked eyes with Adrien. “Do we?”

Adrien seemed to catch on quickly and scrambled through his notes. “Oh! There’s got to be some legends or stories about this place, right?”

“Hm…” Nino made a quick roll and nodded. “Yeah, you’ve heard a few tales. And between the four of you and all those years of neglect, you could prolly find it. But what are you gonna do once you’re there?”

“That’s where I come in,” Marinette wore a serious expression, her eyes distant as she imagined their mission. “With my super high stealth, I can steer us clear of patrols. And if I find a good place to stash the rest of you, I could even do some scouting on my own.”

Alya narrowed her eyes and cupped her chin. “If we pull this off, then we might just avoid the Necromancer’s entire army…”

“...AND we’ll have the element of surprise.” A vicious grin split Marinette’s face. “He won’t have a clue that we’re coming.”

“Right, okay.” Nino took a deep breath. This… wasn’t exactly what he expected them to do, but being DM meant being able to improvise. Nino rolled a perception check for the four of them, more for show than anything. They’d have to roll pretty high to spot a secret passage. “After a few hours of following your half-remembered story, you don’t find anything. Do you want to keep looking?”

They all nodded resolutely.

“Right.” Nino rolled another round of perception checks. Nothing. “More hours pass. The sun is starting to set. Do you still want to keep looking?

Alya was looking a bit less certain, but Marinette remained confident and that was enough for Adrien. With majority in favor, they kept searching.

“So the moon is out now. It’s full and half of us are some kinda elf, so we could keep searching, but-”

“We keep going.”

“M, what if we can’t find anything? Maybe we should make camp, figure out a new plan.”

“Alya, trust me. I’ve got this.”

“But M-”

“If this plan doesn’t work, then we just aren’t equipped to open the gates and fight the baddies. We’d have to go back anyway. Besides - I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

Alya sighed. “Alright… We stay at it.”

Nodding, Nino rolled a perception check for them. His character failed, as did Alya and Marinette’s. All that was left was Adrien’s character.

Who, naturally, rolled a twenty. His first of the entire campaign. Shocked, it took a minute for Nino to recover. “So, um… With the moonlight coming down, Adrien spots some glowing runes on a rock. He plays the song that he has been following and sure enough, the stone totally vanishes, revealing a stairwell that leads deep underground.”

“Sweet.” Alya says as they all tear into celebratory croissants. “What do we see down there, babe?”

“You’re walking for a while, but eventually the tunnel opens up into a dusty, abandoned quarter of the city. You pass through long abandoned checkpoints and guard posts. When you step into the main cavern, you realize why the city went quiet.” Nino paused to down his pop, leaving the party enraptured. “The ceiling had collapsed, tons of mountain stone crushing the city. Even now, a massive ramp of rock squats in the middle of the city.”

Adrien, his hands folded in front of his face, narrowed his eyes. He spoke in his bard’s voice. “Who knows what lies beneath?”

“Soon enough, the Necromancer.” At their confused looks, Nino added, “Even though you feel death all around you, the air is filled with the sounds of picks hitting stone… And the rattle of bones.”

“Is there somewhere nearby that I can hide these guys?” Marinette jerked a thumb towards the other two.

“Sure. There are plenty of abandoned buildings around here. Most of ‘em prolly won’t collapse ontop of them.”

“Yeah, well, thankfully I have all that training in engineering, remember? I pick the most structurally sound one and try to sneak over to the cave in.”

“Oh, dang. Forgot about that.” Nino cleared his throat. “With the other dudes safely tucked away, you can sneak over to the landslide. Roll for stealth.”

“What am I hiding from?” She asked as she searched for her d20.

“Human zombies in rusty metal armor.”

“Huh. Rusty because of being really old or because zombies don’t take gear of their stuff?”

Nino thought about it for a moment. “The second one.” He glanced at the die roll. “Okay, that’ll be good enough. You get a clear view of the rocks and, well… there are tons of short, stocky skeletons in tattered rags. Probably dwarven, most of them are only armed with picks, but there are a few dozen of ‘em crawling over it. As you watch, one tumbles off and shatters as it falls down the cliff… and right into a huge hole. Whatever they’re digging for, you get the feeling they’re close.”

Marinette tapped at her chin. “Alright, I get a good look around to see if I can guess where the Necromancer might be.”

“There’s a battered but sturdy guard tower that sometimes flashes a sickly green light. Other than that, its shambling undead everywhere.”

“Can I get there easily?”

“Uhh… maybe. There are guards out front, but the tower is kinda out of the way, away from the throng of undead.”

Adrien make a confused face. “Why would he set up there…?”

“Not a lot of intact buildings, I bet.” Marinette nodded. “And he wants some quiet too. Maybe we can use that in our favor?”

The session devolved into making plots and figuring out how best to ambush the dark wizard. They were so engaged in their conversation that they didn’t notice Sabine’s arrival until she put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders.

“Gah!” Marinette started and tilted her head straight up. “Oh, hi maman. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you kids know that Tom and I are going to bed. The snow is coming down pretty hard now, so we’d rather you all stay the night.”

While Marinette tried to gently brush off her mom’s hands as they messed with her hair, Nino got up to look out the window. Sure enough, a layer of snow blanketed Paris with no signs of stopping. The darkening skies also reminded him of how early he’d had to wake up the last couple days.

Fighting down a yawn, he turned back towards his party. “What do you say we call it here and pick it up in the morning? Maybe we can watch a movie or something.”

Marinette tilted her head up to look at her mother. “Can my friends spend the night in my room? Then we can be out of the way when you guys wake up in the morning.”

Sabine seemed to consider this for a few moments before replying, “Of course dear, but remember our talk…”

A fierce blush spread across Marinette’s face. “Maman!”

“I’m just saying!” Laughing, Sabine left the room.

An awkward silence stretched before Adrien naively asked, “What talk?”

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After a few movies, they were exhausted. Nino was looking down from Marinette’s bed at the unfolding drama of who would get the chaise.

“Adrien please - I’m fine sleeping on the floor. I’ve got plenty of pillows and blankets. It isn’t that bad.”

“If it isn’t that bad then I can be on the floor. You already gave up your bed to Alya and Nino. At least take the chaise.”

“I’m the host!” She hissed in irritation. “I have to make sure all my guests are comfortable!”

“And I will only be comfortable once I know you’re sleeping on something nice and soft!”

In a huff, Marinette threw her pillows and blankets on the floor of her room. For a hot second Nino was worried that she was about to jump him, but no, she was just angrily building a nest on the floor. Adrien gaped at her for a moment before dropping his stuff on the ground and doing the same.

“I mean it, hot stuff,” Marinette growled through a faint blush. “I’m sleeping on the floor no matter what you do. You may as well just take the chaise.”

Adrien took a deep breath as if winding up for a long spiel. “No.”

Both of them stubbornly get into their blanket nests and glared at each other, but from his spot from above, Nino could see them slowly inching together. He shook his head and ducked under the covers, where Alya had already tucked herself in. Her eyes were closed as she nuzzled against the pillows.

As he was taking off his glasses, she mumbled, “The babies still being ridiculous?”

“You know it.”

“Good. Can’t have everything change all at once.”

“Right as usual, babe.” Nino leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Night.”

A serene smile graced her face as she whispered back, “Night.”

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you-are-worth-the-wait · 4 years

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2nd thought/paragraph. This more than a paragraph. It ties into the central thought and goes a lot more in depth. There is a lot in this and it’s going to really make you think. So I say you should read this when you have an open mind. Because re-reading this, this will prolly bring out the aspect of thinking/dealing/confronting certain things and trying to view yourself and actions in a way i hope you would versus the “negative” way you may currently see yourself.

then there’s the other side. what if this doesn’t work. when is it okay to let it go? are you a failure for walking away? my other fear along those lines were not knowing when to let something go. i had told you this before we had broken up and i told you about my fear/concern. i told you that i felt like you were like me and a charateristic that i loved and admired about you. but it could also lead to one of your biggest downfalls, much as it has been with me and other situations that i’ve been in. i said this as a fear/warning to you, of you, much as it was a reflection of myself too. i feel i can open up a little more freely ever since this all happened as now i see that you have those thoughts. we’ve all had that question/fear/doubt in our minds at some point on when to hold on and when to let go. the thing is, we don’t see how bad things are...in the moment. when we look back on things, only then will we be able to see the entire magnitude of how smart or foolish we were in that moment. i can’t say or fault you for being a failure in this process/endeavor. you did/are doing what most people wouldn’t do. you’ve fought for yourself/for him/for you two...and it’s been longer than 4 months. i’m sure you can trace this back to even before you met me. i know you can because you opened up and confided as much in me. my fear for you is not knowing when to let go only because i’ve been in the same situation. you’ve seen how stubborn and determined i can be. isn’t it easy to see how i may have held on to something too long? at the time, it felt like the right thing. it felt like the “smart/logical” thing. everything i did at the time seemed so “noble/just/right/for the better”. how can something that i felt in my hear to be so right and purposeful be so wrong? it wasn’t until time passed, things happened, that i was actually able to look back at the situation objectively and realize...that wasn’t smart/right. and what did i have to show for it...not much. thing is, i know you’ve done the same with decisions/choice you’ve made in your life too. at the time, you thought/knew that what you were doing was “for the better”. it wasn’t until you were able to look back and realize, “i made a bad choice/decision”. at this very moment, the here and the now, i know you are doing your best. you are struggling and doing everything you can and more, to make this work and i’ve stayed on the side letting you do what you felt you needed to do and i would never have brought this up unless you did because i didn’t want to seem biased or make you feel pressured/influenced into choosing one thing over another. i always wanted it to be your choice because you even said that you had to do your process in order to make sure that you come to me the right/correct way.

so...when is it okay to let go. are you a failure if you walk away. you let go when you are at peace with the decision and ready to let go and move forward. are you a failure if you walk away? by definition, i can see why you would consider/see yourself that way. but leading up to it...can you honestly tell me that you are a “failure” after everything you’ve tried? you tried and gave him so many chances before you met me. that’s when/where it all began. i know you tried more than “just once”. you even went back hoping that things would be different before you met me. you gave him the benefit of the doubt but he still was either ignorant of what was going on, took you for granted, or whatevers. eventually, while we were together, you told me of your troubles and hardships. you told me how you two just didn’t seem to be on the same wavelength. even when you came to me for advice and asked me to be unbiased, i tried my best to see things from his point of view and i even gave him/you excuses and the benefit of the doubt on multiple occasions. when this came to a head and you cut me out of your life, you still tried to make things work. you talked, you did what you felt you could/needed to do, you fought, you sought counseling. who knows what else you’ve tried that i don’t know about. after doing all of that and if you were to walk away now, can you honestly tell me that you are a “failure”? sometimes...failure happens. no one wants it, no one means to have it done, but it just...happens. it’s a part of life Love. if you were to walk away, by definition, “it” would have failed. “it” being what you two have/had. but are you yourself a failure...no. even with our best intentions, even with our optimism, even if we try and try to the point where he start thinking and blaming ourselves, even when we think we are doing the right/just/noble thing with our best intentions at heart...sometimes...things just don’t work out.

sooo...when is it okay to walk away. like i told you, when you feel you are ready, then that’s when you should come to terms with the decision. the fact that you are the one who finally brought it up and it seems it is something that has been weighing quite heavily on your mind, i feel like it is something that you are considering strongly at the moment. maybe “strongly” is not the right word there. but it is something that carries a lot of gravity in itself. i can’t say or don’t know how accurate that statement is and i don’t want you to think i’m trying to influence you. but i’ve respected your process this entire time and i’ve never said outright that you should just leave him. i know i’ve said that i wish i could take you away from all of this but you felt/knew that it wasn’t the way you wanted it to happen. you could have ran away with me, but you wanted to do it your way, and i accepted that. so i’m just going to say this for the moment since it has been a thought in your mind. if you are already having thoughts and doubts as to if you are staying in it too long, that’s a huge red flag. if you are trying to make things work but you feel that after all this time you still aren’t connecting, he’s still doing things that shows he hasn’t changed, if you feel the doubts of not being able to regain what you once had...if you feel that your heart and soul is not in it...all those things are red flags. i know and understand, everything that you have done and are doing, you know/feel it’s the right thing. but honestly, there may come a time when you look back at this moment, at these moments, when you had the urge to actually walk away but didn’t...those may end up being the times you look back in reflection and say to yourself, “i stayed too long. i didn’t let go soon enough. i made the wrong decision.”. but like i said Love, in the/this/these moment/s, we will most likely not see it that way. but if there is even that inkling of doubt or realization, i say you have to give pause and really think and try to come to terms with those doubts. there were multiple times too where i said that i would back off or i would do whatever it took in order for you to come to your answer and decision on your own. i wanted the decision to be yours because even back then, i felt the only way i could truly have all of you was if it was your decision. that’s why i never gave you any ultimatums to decide. that’s why i stayed as silent as i did. that’s why i always said that i was willing to wait and do things on your own time/terms. i know i could have given you an ultimatum. we both know i could. but yeah, even back then, i knew what i ultimately wanted, and i knew there was only one way i could feel that i truly had all of you. i knew that it was you who had to make that choice. it’ wouldn’t have been enough to just “steal” you away. i wanted/want to be able to know that when we are together and when we look at each other, we only have eyes for each other. i don’t want you looking/kissing/hugging/loving/being with me when you have someone else on your mind much as i’m sure you wouldn’t me thinking about someone else when i’m with you. that’s also why i told you that even though you had that fear that maybe i wouldn’t treat you or judge you fairly because of what’s going on now. how you were fearful of people saying/getting into my ear with, “once a cheater, always a cheater”. i know that when i decide to love and devote myself to you, i’d want you to do the same without any fear of me turning my back on you much as i wouldn’t want you to turn your back on me. you’d have to choose and devote your entire self to me as i would have done/will do to/for you. it’s the only way you and i could truly live the life we want to live for/with each other...

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wavemaker9 · 5 years

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So far I think Toni has like 4 potential ships for him? Remind me if I’m forgetting anyone but so far I think it’s just Cami, Mel, Gil, and Ivan who’ve gotten a focus on.

I also think I already touched on how Cami’s the best for Toni in the same way that Mel is for Austin and Ivan is for Kyle, so I prolly don’t need to go too deep into those two. I will say I had the thought the other day of like a need vs want thing with the three boy’s ships, and like. I think it was that Austin needs Mel but doesn’t usually want her right away, Kyle both wants and needs Ivan like right at the start, and like. Toni needs Cami a little but I do think he wants her more than he needs her. Mainly just cause like. We’ve discussed this in discord but not on here so basically for a written record, We were talking about Cami being a source of character development for Toni in GTA AU but then countered that because in GTA AU he really doesn’t develop any from his relay with Cami. He does for a little bit I guess but then regresses right back to normal because he’s a dumb idiot who learns nothing from his mistakes. It’s the same thing with the issue with Gil, he doesn’t come away from that going “I need to value and trust my friends more because we care about each other and I’ve known them long enough to not only recognize that, but /recognize it in a way that adjusts my behavior accordingly/”. He doesn’t. Like. If you talked him through the whole thing with Gil and Francis, you could get him to quickly admit he genuinely doesn’t believe there’s any way that Gil or Francis would, unprovoked, betray him. But then also be like “But technically there’s some way, so gotta be prepared.” HE’S THAT BATMAN LINE. THE DUMB ONE ABOUT “IF TEHRE’S A .1% CHANCE HE COULD BE OUR ENEMY WE HAVE TO TREAT THAT AS A 100% CERTAINTY!” Dumb idiot. I think it’s just that like. Because Toni wants to be prepared for everything so that he can handle everything, he has a hard time prioritizing probability over possibility. And that’s probably true in any AU but especially in ones like GTA where he has more to lose and has learned to be more paranoid. He knows the probability of Gil betraying him is like so small it’s basically 0%, but also Toni can think of ways that would force Gil to pick a side and have Toni be that losing side. Threatening Ludwig is the biggest one (and I’d assume there’d be an equivalent for Francis of “if someone threatened X if Francis didn’t betray me, he’d have to pick X”), but Toni probably also assuming that if it came down to a thing of picking Francis or him, Gil’d pick Francis. Similarly, Toni assumes Francis would pick Gil if Gil forced Francis’ hand, while not also considering the fact that if your two causes are “Francis would betray me if Gil made him” and “Gil would betray me if Francis made him” and you don’t have any other factor that would prompt either Francis or Gilbert to make that move to push the other in the first place, then those aren’t really possible/probable causes are they, Toni? Even if the other cause is “Someone threatened Ludwig/X to make Gil/Francis betray me, but he doesn’t want to fight me directly so he’s then convincing Francis/Gil to do it.” like. His independent mentality doesn’t even have him consider “They would come to me and the two of us could work out how to save Ludwig/X together.” He just assumes betrayal because that’s how shit works in Los Santos, and because he assumes betrayal even in the .1% chance this extreme event happens, he feels he has to be prepared for it and won’t fucking chill about it. And even when it’s pointed out to him “Do you realize how unrealistic this is,” that’s not what he cares about. He knows it’s unrealistic, but that doesn’t make it impossible. It’d be like always wearing a life jacket 24/7 in case your house floods. You can point out how unlikely the flooding is at any given time, but he’ll just counter “and then what if it happens and then I don’t have a life jacket????” Like I guess you’re technically prepared, sure, but at what cost. Ugh, Toni’s the worst, I can’t believe I took this character I liked the best out of my three and made him the worst in his inability to learn a goddamn lesson.

Similarly, GTA Toni doesn’t learn a goddamn thing from what happens with Cami either. He doesn’t learn to communicate better, he doesn’t learn to trust people and put more faith in their choices, he doesn’t learn not to lie needlessly. To him, it’s not a factor of “Things would be better if I HAD told the truth” and more “Things would be better if I’d BEEN ABLE to tell the truth” because he’s still in some dumb mindset of unintentionally not respecting Cami’s (or anyone’s, really) autonomy. He /couldn’t/ tell Cami the truth, he /couldn’t/ 100% trust Gil and Francis. Again, he’s not realizing that these were actual choices he made and are specifically his fault. They are what /had/ to happen because, given his own knowledge and no other input, they were the best option at the time and thus the only thing he could really do. Even after Cami snaps at him about how much his break up with her and everything hurt her, he laments factors that were outside of his control instead of recognizing the choices he made weren’t good. If only he hadn’t gotten into the crime business, if only he’d met Cami earlier in his life, if only X, if only Y, blah blah blah. He recognizes that he made things worse here, but it still feels to him like “cami would have been better off if she never met me or if she’d met me before I got into crime” vs “cami would have been better off if I’d treated her with more actual respect and not this romanticized old version of respect where I pull her chair out for her but don’t ask for her opinion on major life decisions”. All of it basically boils down to ‘this wasn’t solely on me because I did what I /had/ to do given the circumstances. Nevermind that I could have changed the circumstances by discussing /anything/ with /anyone/. *hanzo voice* I do what I must.’ I touched on this in the fic with him and Gil, but Toni leans on excuses a lot more than he likes to think he does. During mel’s fake death, he calls out Kyle for not planning ahead and being aware of the consequences his actions have until they’ve already happened, but Toni has the exact opposite problem of /always/ trying to plan ahead to a harmful level and only being aware of the connection any consequences that happen may have with his actions until he actually does the thing and then any mistakes were a flaw in fate itself really, he did his best.

Anyway, fuck, that was supposed to be 1 paragraph about the generic dynamic of cami and toni, not multiple trainwrecks about what a trainwreck I turned that boy into in GTA AU. Back to the point. A lot of that is lessened in the handful of other AUs where Cami and Toni end up together even briefly, so that’s good at least. I mentioned to Khep the other day the idea of a similar thing happening with Toni in Color Coded AU of him having an interest in Cami after meeting her thanks to investigating her for PRISM, but when seeing how truly kind she is, him trying to step back because, while he does value PRISM for the help it gave him with his powers, he recognizes it’s shady and manipulative towards coders at best and doesn’t want Cami involved in that world. PRISM keeps a close eye on every one of its heroes, even those that leave/retire if it can, and Toni probably believing that while Cami could stay under the radar if staying on her own, any serious involvement with him would put her more at risk of PRISM’s lasting attention and she doesn’t deserve them watching over her and possibly deciding when she should and shouldn’t join. But in that one, he’d actually talk to her. Instead of spending his YA years as an independent and pseudo-paranoid crime leader, he spends them in a large community and as the leader of a team where communication is key. This Toni /knows/ that it’s important to ultimately trust people with information in order to better protect themself, and the only reason he’d hide info from Cami while trying to break things off would be at the very start since it’d probably take a little effort to find a way to communicate with Cami where he could be sure PRISM wouldn’t be keeping tabs. In other more chill AUs he tends to be better about that shit, too. Firefly AU was brought up since that’s another Toni that learns to lie with priority, but they don’t really end up together in that one so agreeing with the point there fo it not being as much of a thing? Mel and Gil feel like bigger factors into his development there than Cami does. Honestly, I can’t remember many other AUs where they even interact let alone date, now that I think about it tho? There’s the one happy one where they’re both single parents but that always felt more like a focus on the interaction between the kids/kids+parents vs between the parents, like honestly the TonixCami factor there was definitely back burner whenever I thought about it. Ugh, there has to be other AUs, right? Okay and I just went through my page of AU/Xover lists and it seems like no. Wait OUAT, I forgot that, but that’s also a bad one but not my fault. God we really do need better AUs for them. But honestly there aren’t many AUs for any of these ships we’re here to talk about so I guess I’ll be as assuming here as for the others.

I do feel like a non-GTA and the like AU where Toni and Cami can end up together is good. I’m still standing behind what I said in discord the other day of like. Toni is not necessarily the best end for /Cami/ if the AU has anyone else like Cian in it. I’ll also add something new of like. Even though Cami is probably the best of the options so far for Toni, she’s not the /ideal/ match either. Which, tbf, the same is true for Austin and Mel, honestly? It falls back to the need vs want thing. Kyle lucked out and got someone who helps him better himself while also being the type of person he absolutely adores. Austin’s best option would be someone who challenges him similar to how Mel does, but in a more reserved way and someone he has a bit more in common with. Someone he could start off wanting, instead of learning to want after a long while. (That’s also part of why Aud is a better fit for Mel too, since Aud is a bit more open and accepting of challenges and such due to her past vs Austin who is really not here as much to be significantly challenged; Aud isn’t /looking/ for a challenge either exactly, but she won’t back away from one as quickly as Austin will). For Toni and his ideal, there’s obviously the thing of like. Usually a relay with Toni isn’t great for her either since it’s just. Their relationships always feel very romanticized but not super realistic? I could see them having a long term relay and being happy, especially in more chill/neutral AUs like the adopted family AU one, but I think it takes them both a medium to /long/ while to relax around each other. Which isn’t… the worst, but also, it just feels a little unhealthy having to try /to that level/ in a relationship. Like trying in a relay is good, trying to seem perfect in a relay isn’t so much, and it’d probably take a few years to a decade or so before toni starts to feel comfortable not trying to the max 24/7. And that’d be exhausting, and that’s for Toni who is used to and honestly lowkey thrives in a challenging environment, because Cami would in turn likely also feel the need to always be at her best regardless of Toni’s reassurances, and that’d be even worse for someone like her who is NOT already confident and believes herself as being at the best level already. Eventually they could settle into a really nice comfortable life together, and I think it’d be very good for both of them at that point, because they’re both very caring and passionate people at their cores, but it’d probably be rough to start off with.

Mel is next on the list and honestly a very good match for him, too, although probably not as challenging as he would need to key points. I’ll cover this more for Gil and Ivan later on but I picture Cami and Gil are better at challenging Toni in ways that he could use given his flaws, where as Mel is more middle ground and. God, Ivan. We’ll get to Ivan. With Mel, it’s not that she wouldn’t be capable of challenging him or anything. She’s honestly probably the most prepared for that and can probably shut down a lot of shit the first time she sees it and knows it’s bad. Toni doesn’t talk to her about something important and just does X thing and her confronting him immediately on it. Same with like the one fic I did for the rarepair thing. She sees he’s not honest about who he is and what he likes, and she talks to him right away to kind of address that and why it’s important to her that that change even a little if they’re going to stay together. Really, they are a good match in that they either compliment or contrast each other well. They’re both active worker types who enjoy fighting and such, and though there’d have to be some competition between them, I could imagine it being treated as more playfully competitive than full on “I have to be the best” aggressive. Toni’s more diplomatic and that helps Mel with socializing some times and kind of getting her to take a hot second when angry to calm down and think through her reactions so she doesn’t get too mad and make more enemies than friends. They really do work very well together when they try and it’s not like having each other wouldn’t help better them. Honestly the main reason I don’t move Mel up to the highest potential pairing is just that I don’t picture Mel as the sort that would inspire him to naturally want to change on anything that’s a major issue for him. Like he wouldn’t naturally want to fix the communication thing, he’d just see that mel doesn’t like this so he’d fix it. One of the things that causes Cami to appeal to him most is her being so nice and sweet leads to him trying to be a naturally nicer person and just genuinely care more about people. Tone down that pride and judgement and be more open minded and selfless. The other thing, as we’ll get into with gil, isn’t something he thinks he needs as much initially but would probably learn to recognize a need for more, and that’s just chilling the /fuck/ out for once and just having a breather. Again, he thrives on challenge and stuff, he loves putting 110% into everything if he can, but like. Just relaxing and being chill and not being the best is okay too? And that’s not like “do the work, take a nap, get back to work” that’s like “I don’t have to be prepared to defend my non-existent title on everything to impress people. I can just relax and be myself genuinely and it’s probably fine.”

So let’s just move onto Gil then since that’s the big pro when Toni gets to date him. Honestly, at least atm, I think Gil is the only person Toni ever knows that he feels like he can 100% relax with? Francis is close in most AUs, probably like 95% in more chill scenarios, but Gil has a much more natural way about him where he’s just so honest, it’s infectious to Toni. It really is why he likes Gil so much. Francis is arguably cooler and more fashionable and confident, but Gil seems to have this fucking ultimate zen thing going of owning who he is so completely which even Toni hasn’t mastered yet, and Toni thinks that’s the coolest. Great humor and confidence is a big factor into Toni befriending Gil so closely. Gil can always make Toni relax and laugh and forget his worries for a bit and Toni has such a chill genuine fun time when with Gil, and, again, for someone like Toni who feels like he has to try 110% minimum at all times, feeling comfortable in the moment enough to not feel like he has to impress and watch himself is really nice. Honestly? I feel like there are a lot of things Toni likes that he’s just kind of filtered out of his personality because of reputation, and it’s only when hanging out with gil or the full group that he’ll find himself doing that kind of shit again because he feels like he can get away with it more when with gil and/or francis. Like in a lot of AUs Gil’s probably the first one to get out of Toni that he does like being called Toño more, to the point of I don’t even know if Toni often fully realizes it until Gil gets him to stop and consider it. Like there’s just a lot of stuff like that where Toni doesn’t even think about it anymore. He found ‘Toni’ was the name people found easiest growing up (usually) in America, so he went with that until it felt like his preferred name. God, honestly I think there’s just a lot of Toni’s personality that might not really be his personality and who knows what is or isn’t at any given time? He probably doesn’t on a lot. I sure don’t, I’ve never had this boy down pat. Hell, there’s already the thing of him naturally wanting to swear a lot but training himself to cut that out so he really only does it around Francis and Gil. Like. Maybe dressing up in high business casual all the time is just something he’s convinced himself he likes? What if I say he actually hated tomatoes as a kid and just whoever his guardian is in each AU loved them and made them a lot so he eventually tricked himself into liking them?? I can do anything with this new power, incredible! But yeah, maybe that’s another factor of liking hanging out with Gil too is not just “oh I get to relax and enjoy things I don’t normally allow myself too” but also “sometimes I remember I enjoy things I haven’t done in years and that’s nice”. Fucking Gil one day just questioning “Hey how come you say ‘probably’ or ‘probably not’ a lot when I ask if you like a thing instead of just yes or no?” and then through a slow convo of having to break down toni’s answers because even toni doesn’t realize fully that he does this, that finally coming out and gil just baffled once things click. Gil showing up the next day with a bunch of foods from the store for toni to try and actually see if he likes them. Toni like I don’t think this is how it works, Gil. Gil teasing back ‘maybe you’ve just convinced yourself you don’t think this is how it works when the REAL toni would love my idea? It’s impossible to know!’ and toni just laughing but conceding, sure, yeah, sounds 100% legit and not at all bullshit, what’s first on your goofball buffet, bud?

Okay, distracted again, back to the point. Toni relaxing is good, but I think it’s better as a friendship thing longer term? Toni relaxing every once in a while is a good break, but his morals and priorities and such slip when he’s not careful. Which leads us to the last boy on the list, Ivan. ...Listen. I /love/ the compare and contrast factor between Toni and Ivan because they really do have a surprising amount in common for not seeming like they would at a glance. A couple of terrible smile boys, love them, /but also/. Not the greatest influences on each other. This is especially true in verses like GTA and Nationverse with baggage. Toni tries to be a better person and move past his bloody history, but given who he is, it requires a /lot/ of maintaining. And like the pro with Gil is that I think Gil would still mostly be a good enough influence where even while encouraging toni to relax more, he’d still be a more good than bad influence in almost any AU. Like even GTA, Gil is a chaotic good sort, and that’d be important. But Ivan is decidedly not in those sorts of AUs, and pairings between him and Toni have the potential for being the worst in those. GTA (and probably Nationverse too?), Ivan loves prying at that mask of Toni’s and so tries to instigate him more, that would lead to Toni then pushing back, and like. A long term relay between them in those AUs would be hard. You factor in that Toni’s trust issues are worse in those and his darker instincts are way stronger from his history + Ivan also probably very similar on a lot of those points too and also just has not learned to respect human life at all tbh? Toni’s trying to respect human life, but yknow sometimes it’s hard???? (anyone else: I find it’s not hard at all not to murder people. I often go long periods of time without killing anybody! | toni and ivan: we all have our draughts) I just picture in those AUs they are too much of a chaotic force when together and it would be damaging for themselves and/or others. Plus the idea came up once between Avi and I of the GTA fling between them becoming more romantic but god you’d have to find the perfect storm to really make that happen to be honest? It’s not /impossible/ but it’s very unlikely. Toni doesn’t trust ivan enough to let himself become that close to him really, and if he couldn’t allow himself to let down his walls for cami, it’d be damn fucking hard to get him to do it for ivan in turn. He’d pull himself back before he did, and that could be another factor of ivan trying to pry at toni and see how much he can push him, see if he can pull him back in, but that would just further sour any possibility of an actual romantic relationship. In better AUs where they aren’t both bad kids, it’s a little more possible, but I still think even then, they wouldn’t be /great/ influences on each other. Definitely better! They both learn to try and be on better behavior, but. yknow. The bar was set low; there’s only so many AUs that aren’t better than gta au.

#ignore this #the boss kid #amusing muse musings #hey you au #crossovers! unlimited crossovers!

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Ti'taris Awakening Chapter One “I can’t miss it! I can’t. Just can’t!” The woman raced to unlock the door. Hearing the click, she opened the door, slamming it shut behind her while grabbing the remote on the table by the door. Clicking a button, the large flat screen television flared to life. Tossing her briefcase, Lysse kicked off her shoes followed by vaulting over the back of her sofa, until she landed on it. Music reached her ears as an opening sequence of an animated character fought against evil incarnate. Sighing, the young woman reclined against the sofa. “Made it, just in time. Today’s episode is the climax in the battle between Namorian and Ephram. Go Ram!” Sucked into the storyline, Lysse spent the next hour living the classic battle of good versus evil. Throughout the show, she spoke encouragement, made comments, and reacted to the twists and turns in the episode. As the show came to the ending, Lysse gasped. “You can’t leave it like that! Oh hell, I’m going to have to take a day off of work next week! No fucking way." The credits played, reminding Lysse that she left a mess upon her arrival. Shaking her head, she picked up her shoes and put them in the nearby closet and moved her briefcase to her home office. She hesitated a moment, her eyes glancing at the computer, but decided it was better to not even be tempted. There wouldn’t be a hint of the next episode for at least another couple of hours. With a rueful sigh, Lysse went to her bedroom and changed her clothes. What was it about Ti’taris Awakening that seemed to call to her soul? It was just a cartoon, but there was something more than that. The setting was outstanding, so real, but at the same time, there was something about the lead character, Ephram. His voice was pure rough silk and brandy; his looks were pure bad boy with a hint of platinum. She knew the voice actor, Devlin Roarke, and though he was handsome, his natural voice wasn’t the same as he did for Ephram. The joys of working in the media industry were she got to meet the people who did the voice work for many cartoons, commercials, and such. When she heard the concept behind Ti’taris Awakening, Lysse had been simply amazed and negotiated its serial in the US. The company she worked with had taken her advice to heart and now they were reaping the rewards of the merchandising as well as the children and adults watching the program religiously. Even she couldn’t help but be pulled into the world of Ti’taris. Having read the background and the character bios, Lysse found herself almost seeing the world as she worked and lived helping the show to become its own reality. For a while, she put it down as preproduction jitters, but now, now she was completely and utterly hooked. Lysse busied herself, making her meal, poring over her work on a couple of contracts dealing with two upcoming films, one of which dealt with a live action version of Ti’taris Awakening. She chuckled remembering hearing Jacob Stevenson saying, “Tit ahris” for the name instead of “Tee tahris.” Correcting him hadn’t helped much, but he was going to stay to the original storyline as much as possible. Of course, she wasn’t able to answer the only question he had. “Who created this show?” That was the ultimate question. Who created the show and managed to produce such an absorbing critique of humanity, of good versus evil? Try as she might, Lysse couldn’t get behind the mounds of legalese and roadblocks thrown in her way. Normally, she could get around anything, but this remained out of her reach. Just when she thought she was getting close, things would suddenly close up. Her eyes strayed towards her computer then to her watch. He’d be on. Maybe, just maybe he’d give her another clue to finding Ti’taris Awakening’s author. Before she realized it, Lysse stood before the computer, booting it up. Sitting in her chair, she logged online quickly, signing into her messenger system while putting her email client to work. Lysse scanned her emails, deleting the junk before catching sight of a name. Stopping, she smiled. He had written her early this morning. Lysse, Just wanted you to know I’m not sure I’ll be online tonight. Work is beyond unbearable. Keeping the thought of talking to you as a reward if I can beat back the savage beast to his chamber. Have you considered my offer? I don’t want to rush you, but to be honest, I’d love to finally meet in person. Your safety comes first though, so whatever you deem best. Always, E. Mikkelson. Softly, she caressed the screen. He always signed it with his initial. A half smile crossed her face. She knew it was because he was afraid people would equate him with the character Ephram as they shared the same name. Over and again, she told him not everyone would make that comparison, but he told her of the times he had with others who did. She couldn’t blame him for his reluctance, but since most people referred to the character by his nickname, Ram, she didn’t think it was an issue. Yet, it touched her to see him sign his name, including his last name as an act of faith. Maybe it was time to meet him in person. Deciding that it was time once again to creep out of the shell of seclusion she wove around her, she replied. She was off this weekend and if he were willing, she’d love to meet him somewhere public, like the local bookstore. They could get a drink, talk books and go from there. Hitting the send button, Lysse closed her eyes and released her breath. Fear curled around her heart briefly. She wasn’t much to look at, fairly plain actually. What if she wasn’t like he expected? Too late now for regrets, Lysse. Just deal with it. Finishing the rest of her email, Lysse prepared to log off when her messenger showed Ephram logging on. E_Mikkel: Lysse, you there? Lysse_Astarte: I’m here. You okay, Ephram? Things go okay at work? E_Mikkel: Something like that. Just recovered enough to get online. How was your day? Lysse_Astarte: ☺ Almost missed today’s episode, but got there in the nick of time. Did you see it? E_Mikkel: Saw the last 45 minutes of it. Was quite spectacular. Amazing sequence with how Namorian managed to grab Mara and cut Ram’s arm. What do you think are the consequences that Namorian raved about? Lysse_Astarte: *thinks * Honestly, I’m wondering if he’s talking about the way the war is tearing up the lands. The more I watch it, the more it reminds me of here with our environmental versus big business. Yet, at the same time, it’s different. We know the earth can renew itself given a chance, but when you give the land and its people no breaks, no time to heal, then in a way, you destroy the foundations. E_Mikkel: I thought so too. What I found interesting is that Ram thinks by ridding Namorian, all things will be settled. Lysse_Astarte: Yeah. Unfortunately, it’ll take more than just stopping Namorian before that happens. He’s also got his followers and the generals who have control of their areas. But getting rid of the head will make it easier to negotiate peace from a position of power. I only hope that Ram realizes that death alone won’t stop the destruction of Ti’taris. He needs to also begin a campaign to rectify the wrongs done on both sides. E_Mikkel: What do you mean by that? *lifts brow* Lysse_Astarte: I mean Ram’s army has done wrong too. Yes, it’s in the name of peace, justice, and balance, but they’ve still done wrong. If they don’t rectify the errors and harm they’ve done, then they’re just as guilty of lording over the peoples of Ti’taris as are Namorian and his henchmen. But by going back and making tithe to the land, just as Galzora asked, then it would be the first step to showing they’re not of the same mold. E_Mikkel: Great point, Lysse. I hadn’t considered that aspect at all. Since Galzora is the Soul of Ti’taris, she would know how the land feels. Lysse_Astarte: More importantly, I think she’s a physical manifestation of the land and the people. Just as Mara is the heart of the Llewadaghs and Van is the head of the Tuathas, Galzora is the living representative of Ti’taris, letting Ram know what the land expects of him when he rules. E_Mikkel: ☺ You’re damn good at seeing this, Lysse. Too bad you’re not an advisor to the show. I see you got my email. Lysse_Astarte: * blush* Yes, I did. I’d love to finally meet you in person. Are you available this weekend? *bites lip nervously * E_Mikkel: Yes! Are you sure you want to do this? Lysse_Astarte: I’m sure. Just worried once you see me that you’ll regret it. E_Mikkel: *taps Lysse on head * No, remember you’ve shown me your picture before. You’re beautiful and I’d be honoured to be hanging at your side. Lysse_Astarte: Flattery will get you most anywhere that chocolate won’t. How about Patterson’s Bookshop around 2? E_Mikkel: Sounds like a plan. I’ll be in jeans, hiking boots, and prolly my Ti’taris Awakening t-shirt. I’ve got short spiky almost black hair, brown eyes, and a crooked grin. Lysse_Astarte: *tilts head and grins mischievously * You sure you’re not— E_Mikkel: Lysse Myrlene Astarte! Don’t you dare imply that! Lysse_Astarte: * giggles * Whatever do you mean, Ephram? E_Mikkel: Playing coy won’t work, Madame. I know exactly what you were implying. Lysse_Astarte: Well, dammit, Ephram, the description is one we hear all the time about Ram. What did you expect? * * * That was the question- what did Ephram expect? He rubbed his bandaged arm, looked at the instant message (IM) with a ragged sigh. Running a hand through his spiky hair, he tried to figure out why on some level it bugged him that she tried to equate him, even playfully, with Ephram on Ti’taris. Uh, because it’s true, asshole? Because you need her to help you save your world and in turn save hers? E_Mikkel: Not sure, perhaps that you’d think me different? Lysse_Astarte: You are different, Ephram. Very much so. But you used the exact same description that Galzora did in the third episode in describing him to Mara. I was just teasing, Ephram. I’m sorry. ☹ Ephram cursed. He’d forgotten that Gal had described him exactly that way when Mara and Van had asked about him. That was one of the problems in having a special recorder that taped and rotoscoped everything into anime form to be sent to the shadow world known as Earth. E_Mikkel: No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I had totally forgotten Galzora’s description. Trust me when I say my description is unintentionally like Ram’s. Lysse_Astarte: You sure you’re not mad at me? E_Mikkel: * hugs you tightly * I’m sure. I’m just a bit on edge dealing with work and a pain in the ass competitor. Lysse_Astarte: * hugs back * That sucks, Ephram. Tomorrow will be better? E_Mikkel: I can only hope. What about you? Lysse_Astarte: I’m catching up on the end of the workweek. Just some things to straighten up and then get the contracts for the T.A. movie into the right hands. After next week, I’m on vacation. Whooo hooo! E_Mikkel: Congrats, lady. What you doing for your vacation? Lysse_Astarte: Not sure. Prolly hang out here at the apartment. Depends on how I feel. E_Mikkel: Too bad you couldn’t come spend time with me while I go gallivanting around. Lysse_Astarte: That’s right, you’re going away for a couple of weeks. * pouts * I’ll miss our conversations. E_Mikkel: You wouldn’t if you come with me. * winks * Lysse_Astarte: * shakes head* You flirt! I bet you say that to all the women you know. I don’t know if I could leave and not be available by phone or computer. Not with the movie deal like it is right now. E_Mikkel: Once we meet, think on it, okay? It’d be fun having a friend around while I do my play job. Lysse_Astarte: I’ll consider it. It does sound more fun than sitting home alone. Ephram smiled. This woman wasn’t easily persuaded, but from the moment they met via email, chat, and through his lawyers, he knew she was special. It was only when she got him the coveted TV airtime on a major network that he realized she had something special, perhaps even a gift of power from Ti’taris. Then he saw her picture and knew their fates were linked beyond the two realms, Reality and Shadow. How could he explain when they met that she lived in Shadow and that Ti’taris was the land of Reality? Would she even believe him? Hell, he was the spitting image of his anime character, as he never thought he’d ever see a person from Shadow. Yet, he was going to go into the Shadow world to meet the beautiful Lysse and try to convince her to come save his world and hers. Ram knew that if they failed and Ti’taris fell, it would be only a matter of time before Earth fell as well. Lysse dying was unacceptable. The idea tore at his soul, knowing he would do anything to save the woman. Thus, Ram lived with the dilemma of knowing that heavy lays the crown of rulership. Men had died for him, women had longed for him, and he only knew pain and suffering would worsen if he lost. But Galzora promised him that she from the other land would be the key to victory, if only he could have her trust. Time was running out and now he had to get her help. They talked a while longer on other things as Ram took notes on the changes wrought by his war with Namorian. These helped him to keep on target, not to mention that Lysse’s advice had proven sage on many occasions, none of which, when seen by her and the viewing audience even hinted at Lysse that there was something more going on. Finally, he sent her to bed, promising to see her on Saturday. Leaning back in his chair, he let out a sigh. “Let me guess—Lysse is playing hard to get?” Van asked as he entered Ephram’s room. “No, in fact, we’re meeting on Saturday. It’s just hard knowing I’m still deceiving her.” “Look Ram, if there were another way, we’d have done it. I don’t like that we’re lying to a Shadow person either, but we have no choice. Not until we meet her and get her to Ti’taris.” Ram’s dark brown eyes took in the grey eyes of his best friend, Van Sethos. “I’m wondering if she’s a full Shadow person, Van.” “What?” “There’s something about her that radiates unusual, even among the Shadow People. Even the half breed lawyers we have noted it.” Van’s pale brow lifted under his long bangs. “You think she’s part Ti’tarisian?” Ram nodded. “Yeah, I do.” “That could complicate things.” “Or make them better.” “Yeah.” Van squeezed Ram’s shoulder. “We’ll muddle through this. Watching her on the cams has been interesting. She’s not the usual type I’d go for, but there is something very inviting about her.” Ram growled. “Yeah, but she’s not your type. Remember that.” “Jealousy already? The mighty Ram has fallen.” “Fuck off, Van. It’s not that.” Van chuckled. “As you say, Sire. I’m heading to bed. The guards are up and doing their rounds. We should be okay for the night.” “Thanks, Van. See you and Mara in the morning.” “Night, Ram. Get some sleep.” Ram never let his eyes wander from the monitor as he keyed in the code that pulled up the special remote recorder that allowed him to watch over Lysse. His body tightened as she crawled naked into bed, her body pale against the navy blue sheets and matching comforter. Every night he could, he watched her while she fell asleep, sometimes waking up to an unbearable pressure as their dreams merged, causing him to seek a hands on relief to the sexual tension she brought to him and his life. He had a feeling tonight would be like none other. Their dream bond seemed to be even stronger after she watched the latest episode of Ti’taris Awakening. Hopefully tonight he could convince her in the dreams that he needed her to come with him and to give him trust when they met. Without it, both their worlds would be doomed.

#original #anime come to life #yami yugi #Ti'taris Awakening

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Call me an easy-to-please dumbass but...

All the decisions Hanyu’s made in his career thus far have turned out to be practical, and sound ones (even when they didn’t seem like it at first) while remaining exciting. This one is no less so, even if it might seem disappointing at first. Why is this, you ask? Let’s put a few things (28, to be exact) into perspective (I’m not blindly positive, y’all):

Hanyu’s winning pattern has always been one problematic skate, and one redeeming and/or explosive one.

Prior to 2012, his SPs were almost always uh-oh! while his FSes were what saved his ass (even if they weren’t super clean).

Post-2012, but pre-2015, when he skated clean, it’s almost always only in the SP.

When he finally skated *both* programs clean in a single competition, he did it with Ballade No. 1 in its second season and SEIMEI in its 3rd competition–more than a decade since he first started skating competitively.

SEIMEI is also the first FS he’s ever skated clean, like *truly* clean, and the first time he skated it clean was also following a clean SP performance. To date, it remains the *only* FS he’s skated clean more than once, and the only one he’s skated well *twice* despite following a clean SP.

Skating it clean following a clean SP means he wasn’t simply chasing, but he was utterly and purely dominating—that was his very first taste of it and methinks the boy man Likes the Feeling Very Much.

In the 2016 WC, after two clean sets of performances in prior competitions, he reverted to the clean-SP-problematic-FS pattern.

And in WC 2017, he flipped the switch and it’s now back to his whoops!SP and explosive!FS pattern.

If there’s anything he wants more than a second Ollie gold, it’s two clean skates on the Ollie stage (preferably preceded by clean skates in prior comps). Especially so since he’s pulling double duty in going for that 2nd gold *and* proving to the world that he rightfully deserves his first one.

So based on his pattern all these years, he’s only been able to pull off complete dominance for part of a single season, and that’s with a recycled SP and the only FS he’s skated clean twice.

Chances of him skating clean next season, the most crucial one, with two brand new progs: next to 0 (not with his anal retentive fusspot tendencies)

The feelings for SEIMEI he has are so strong, he’s apparently already decided it was gonna be his Ollie program after GPF15, a decision he’s stuck to despite his poor showing of it in WC 2016. I think his fanboyism of Mansai and all the lovely input he’s gotten from the man himself prolly also played a critical part in his choice.

So it’s a good program in his mind that’s left him with unfinished business with it, since he’s essentially never skated it clean in a major championship, national *and* international, a development that basically told him it’s still too early to pack the program in and consider it a perfectly done piece with no more room to grow. Sides, he’s put in so much effort in the making of the program, from the music to the choreography, it stands to reason he’d want to get some more mileage out of it, if he could.

So his choices, as of end 2015, were a brand new SP and SEIMEI or a repeat SP and SEIMEI. Depending on how he performed LGC in the 2016/17 season, it would either be his Ollie SP or it would be something else.

If it leaves him with good feelings, he’ll either use it again or chance a new SP.

Sadly, that didn’t happen and instead, he was left with negative feelings and mental impression for both the program itself and SPs in general, so no repeat of LGC and his mind is telling him his mental focus probably won’t be able to handle a brand new SP in the Ollie season. Not especially if he wants to up his tech further while increasing even more bells and whistles.

At this point, (end of the 2016/17 season), everything is telling him to reuse Chopin and SEIMEI.

But because he is Hanyu and he’s already upped his tech last season, he has to either maintain or up it further.

And because he’s reusing both programs, he’s left with no reason to not raise his tech content level and it’s gotta be way bigger than last season.

All in all, if we want him to skate clean on the Ollie stage while still doing what he always does, well, we’re getting it.

But if we want him to skate clean with one new program just to please us fans despite all the above, then I think we’re asking for the impossible, even from the guy who’s been giving us the impossible all these years.

We’ve got two new and beautiful programs last season. If this were another season, and not an Ollie one, I’m willing to bet we’d have at least one new program.

So let the guy do what he thinks will allow him to win in the way he wants to on a stage he’s been looking to deliver his best on since he was 7. I think he’s proven himself enough to deserve unconditional support in getting there.

Delivering his absolute best is one but, let it be said that we *still* don’t know what his absolute best can amount up to, only the promise of it and that’s already so far above and beyond what everyone else in the field is capable of delivering right now, it’s not even funny anymore.

If there’s anyone who can build something that’ll make the world’s collective jaws drop even further than they did before with the same programs but *better*, it’s Yuzuru Hanyu.

And remember, if he skates clean at the Ollies, for most of the world, it would be their first time going slack-jawed. Especially amidst all the warhorses. SEIMEI is definitely going to make them sit up and pay attention. Because not only is it different (being definitively non-Western), it is bold, it is powerful, and it is fierce. Plus, it oozes a sort of masculinity most have never seen before in men’s FS. And it appeals to a wider range of audience, no matter their culture, because it’s just such an obviously damn cool program. So people who’s always made fun of men figure skating will have to STFU.

If it’s any other skater, this might be seen as lazy and playing it safe, but then I ask myself this: has Yuzuru Hanyu *ever* been lazy? And since when did 5-quads start being considered as safe? All he’s doing is entrusting his ultimate dream and desire to a *program* he trusts. Not a layout. A program. So that he’d be free to chance a high-flying layout packed to the high heavens with transitions and exquisitely performed elements–without having to kill or maim himself in the process. Which means, the only thing disappointing about it is that it isn’t a brand new program. That’s it. And if I have to sit through an entire season of watching a program I like again to see it taken to never-seen-before heights, as opposed to a brand new program I may not like as much and watching him struggle and make compromises in order to simply *deliver*, and during Ollie season at that, it’s a no-brainer which I’m going to go with.

What Hanyu wants to do isn’t just to win and to wow. He wants to completely dominate and he wants to go down in history doing it. He’s gotten a taste of it two seasons back and wants to make damn sure he gets to relive it again, preferably for a longer stretch this season and most definitely covering the Ollies and perhaps even the WC in Milan. And these two programs are his best chance at achieving just that next season.

Really, there’s just way too much at stake for him to not do this. Our brains know this, but some of us still can’t help but feel just a wee bit disappointed in our hearts. Still, as long as we know where he’s coming from, those of us who are disappointed will likely come around sooner or later, because we know what truly matters this season and would conclude that we’d have made the same choices if we were in his shoes. If we’re even the teeniest bit invested in him, we won’t even have a choice about it, I guarantee it.

As for me personally, I’m just fawning over the fact that the whole world is finally going to get to know SEIMEI, not just the FS one. And it’ll stand out so beautifully among all the warhorses. SEIMEI is an Olympic-worthy program and in hindsight, no amount of new programs has a more rightful place, especially since it’s proven itself more than worthy once before, and even left its skater room to develop it further.

And get this, it’s not even my favorite program from him. LoL. It’s #3 on my list at best, so I was neither hoping for it nor against it. But now that we’ve got it, I can now see it so clearly for what it really is. Plus, there are bonuses that only SEIMEI can afford. If he skates it clean with higher tech content, he’d be able to corner the judges into giving him scores that at least match what the 2015 judges gave him for the same program. Because imagine the kind of questions they’ll have to answer if they don’t. And with this, he’ll be able to surpass his old scores with his BV. It is the one surefire megaweapon he has against his younger rivals that was cultivated long before they are the threat they are today as well as iffy judging (in a way, I feel that his hand was forced) and it’s time he reaped and harvested the fruits of his foresight, talent and hard work.

So there is everything to celebrate and absolutely nothing to feel disappointed over. Not for friggin’ SEIMEI as the Olympic program for the Yuzuru Hanyu.

(Admittedly, I was a tad disappointed back when he announced he’d be doing Chopin for the third time, but knowing the mess LGC left behind in his mind, I forced myself to accept it and after what he’s shown us of it in FaOI, I’ve come to wholeheartedly embrace it.)

I don’t know if all this will result in gold still, seeing as there are still very human factors involved in the judging, but if he delivers everything clean in PC, I’m going to consider it a win in my books.

And yes, I’d still like to see him make more history with new programs so hopefully he’ll stick around for at least one more season after this and we’ll get to see him doing that.

One thing though…the guy is now a confirmed LIAR. Cos he’s said right after WTT that he has no plans for the Ollie season and here he is claiming he’s already decided SEIMEI would be his Ollie program right after GPF15.

I get that he wanted to dodge those interview questions, and what he said was very obviously a lie (because only a bigger dumbass than me would believe anyone hoping to make it to the Ollies the next year who says they have no plans at least 2636351 years in advance, much less him) and I’m not sure if there’s anything else he could’ve done but flat out lie but it amuses me to no end to be able to loudly call him out as a big fat liar. xxxxD

#yuzuru hanyu #that lying sack of...#...star dust #and bird feathers #and molten lava #men's figure skating #figure skating

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November 2 2017

Hello Tumblr :) I am doing well. Life is so funny. Sometimes bad things happen for a really long time and so when another bad thing happens you expect it to keep happening for a really long time but then, it doesn't. And everything feels ok so soon. It's wonderful. I have the greatest friends. Zach is the best dude. He's so much fun all the time. I give him shit now for being boring but honestly I never fail to laugh when I'm around Zach. And I've been making a ton of new friends at SOU, I have two new guys to play league with. They're awesome too. I had a fun halloween. I went to a little get together at SOU. All we ended up doing was watching Sausage Party but it was still rad. And then I got to go hang out with Zach and pals until like 4 in the morning. Unfortunately I had work at 9am the next day and I thought I was going to die all day but I got through it and ultimately it was super worth it. And! Jon and I were texting the other day and he said the nicest things. He's a really good guy. His texts made me smile. It was nice to hear from him. I've been going out a lot recently. Kinda mostly with guys who want to date me, and I know I'm never going to date them, but it is fun to have a good time and hang out. I don't know. I do know that I am making a lot of temporary friendships right now. Which makes it a whole lot easier for me. I don't need twenty best friends forever. My life can be full with temporary people, places, and things. Because on top of all the temporary people, I also have a few really solid people in my life. I think that is how it is supposed to be. I just never had the temporary people before. I didn't know how to do casual friendship. It is good to learn. My mommo is a great solid person I have. We haven't been talking as much the last few days, as we have both been busy, but we still find time to snap or call for a few minutes. Her support means the world to me. I haven't talked to my dad in a long ass time. It's been over a month, at least. It's kinda weird since we live in the same town and all. Some days I care more than others. The other day I thought he was calling me from his work phone, since I don't have it saved and it was a similar number to who was calling, so I answered. It ended up being some lady telling me about addiction help clinics or whatever. I was sad that day. Most of the time I don't really care though. My mom says I should call him but like, why? What do I have to say to my father. "Hey dad, please try to care about me more?" Like I want him to call me and ask about my life. I'd feel really awkward asking about his. Other than work stuff I guess but even then with all the bullshitting around the money I'd feel strange even talking about that. I don't know. I want to believe people change. I want to believe that people can change their minds. I want to believe that a person's situation can change. I want to believe that if a person sees another person has changed he'll change his mind about them. I don't want to believe that once a person doesn't love you, they'll never love you. I don't think that is true. I also don't know if my dad is one of those people who will ever change. I want to believe that the other "Men I've Loved" can. Worrying about that kind of stuff is dumb though. Because there is nothing I can do right now. I need to stop being afraid of being alone, or being unloved, or never fully being able to love someone else. It will happen for me, one way or another. In kinda sad, kinda funny news, AG unfriended me on league and unfollowed all my social medias. I have no idea why. He just did it too, on Sunday or whatever. I mean, we have been broken up for months and for a long time he acted like he wanted to stay friends and all this and that. Everything was cool as long as we were fucking. And that's the only thing that changed, I wasn't going to fuck him anymore. So he stopped texting me and then a few weeks later decides I'm not even worth being on his league friend list. How ridiculous?? I don't know. Maybe I thought I meant more to him. We did date for a long ass time. Weird shit, in my opinion. Idk though. Maybe that's just what you're supposed to do. Who knows what is going on with him? Target has been good. And bad. It is sometimes hard for me to be there. I was so mad the other day. Y'all can prolly guess why. But maybe some good came out of it. I had a conversation with Target. Didn't clear much up for me. I don't know what is going on with that one either. I may be leaving the actual company Target soon. I got a call from US Bank saying they wanted to give me an interview maybe. They also said the fact that I go to school is an issue and then asked if I planned on dropping out next semester. Which I think is kinda ridiculous? You are offering a part time, 27 hour position, and the fact that I can't work from 10-12 on Tuesdays and Thursdays is a major issue? So we'll see. Bottom line, I'm looking for a way out. I don't want to have to work crazy hours anymore. And I'm definitely strong enough to deal with it and have multiple relationships with various people in my life so. Who isn't. Fucking weak sauce, my dude. I do think that Target is lying to me. But, that is one way in which I haven't changed; I don't care if a guy is lying to me as long as he is talking to me. I just want to see "Target" and all his emojis come up on my phone. It makes me feel good. And I don't worry about the lies and I don't agonize over whether he will ever love me, like I used to so. No downside for me. Lie to your heart's content, Target. Well. I guess that is kind of all for now. I'm not really all that interesting anymore. Sorry guys. Thanks for reading~

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Phan Cam: Horizon Heist: Day: 26 (The Final Days)

WARNING: THIS MAY BE LONG.

>Oscorp Tower. All was quite... Until Norman Osborn left the lab. He was wondering where his son, Harry, could be. Normally, he would come to the lab to find a cure for his father... By testing it on himself. He rolled down the hall on his wheelchair until he came upon Harry’s room. He went inside to find his son fast asleep.

Harry? Are you up, son? Harry?

>There was no response. Harry’s eyes were shut tight. Knowing this, Norman leaves the room.

Norman: ... Now’s my chance.

>Norman goes back to the lab... Where he stands up from his chair.

Norman: Forgive me, Harry... But the Osborn Legacy must be preserved.

>Norman turns.

Norman: Even if it means hurting your best friend.

>Horizon High. A lot of students were outside waiting for the unveiling of Spider-Man’s statue. I look around... I hope Peter and Harry will be here.

I’m sure they’ll be here soon. We even sent them a text.

I know.

It’s just, we have this huge sense of dread... Like something bad is going to happen.

Well, it does seem that way. Everything’s going way too smoothly.

But I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t handle. We just have to stick together.

That’s for sure.

Besides, I don’t think someone like Peter would skip the unveiling of his own statue. Never mind the award ceremony.

I wouldn’t be surprised.

Max’s voice on the intercom: Attention, students! The unveiling will take place after the award ceremony. Please come to the auditorium.

Let’s go. I’m sure Peter will catch up soon.

Right. Let’s go.

>We go inside. Max and Hector were on stage as me, my friends, and the rest of the student body took their seats.

Welcome, everyone, to Horizon High’s End of the Year Award Ceremony. Today, we will be giving awards to students who have excelled at certain activities here at Horizon High.

When your name is called, come forward to receive your reward. ¡Buena suerte a todos!

Ren: (whispering to Anya) I just know you will get the most.

Anya: We’ll just have to wait and see.

She’s just being modest. Just you wait.

>After a while... I saw that we were right. Anya got the most awards. Including one for Best Case Design. I wonder what she’s going to get next.

Max: Our next award is for Best Chemistry. And it goes to... It’s looks like a tie. Anya Corazon and Ann Takamaki!

For real!? What did you do to get that award, Ann chan?

Ann: I know it sounds cliche, but I created a better moisturizer. Left unopened, moisturizer would keep for up to three years. My moisturizer lasts longer and better locks in moisture for up to one month.

Anya: I think Ann should have it. I know I created a cure for the spider virus, but I have to let at least another get an award.

Max: That’s very kind of you, Anya. Ann, come up here.

>Goes up on stage and receive her award. A lot of the boys cheered for her.

(returning to her seat) Wait until my parents see this! They’ll be so proud. Of course, I’ll still want to become an action star.

Makoto: That’s for sure. Well done, Ann chan.

Ann: Thanks.

Max: Alright, our next award is for Best Creative Science. This award goes to... Yusuke Kitagawa!

>Yusuke goes to the stage and gets his award.

I am honored. Thank you very much.

>Yusuke returns to his seat.

Ren: You deserve it, Yusuke. You were right. Science and art are alike and you’re the best artist I know.

Thank you, Ren.

>We look at each other and whisper something to each other. I won’t tell you what they are... We’ll let you decide that. But I’m pretty sure Max and Hector know as they smiled at us and at each other.

Max: Now, our next award is for Best Forensic Science. This award goes to... Makoto Niijima and Goro Akechi! It’s a tie!

Makoto: If you don’t mind, I would like to share it with Akechi kun.

That would be wonderful. Thank you, Makoto san.

You’re welcome, Akechi kun.

Hector: You’ve both done well. Good luck on becoming a police commissioner and a great detective, you two.

Max: Our next award is for Best Computer Science. Let’s see... It’s a tie. Anya Corazon and Futaba Sakura!

Anya: I would like to give my award to Futaba. I already have enough.

Futaba: Actually, I don’t mind sharing the award either.

Anya: Really? Thanks.

Think nothing of it.

Max: Our next award is for Best Agricultural Science. This award goes to... Haru Okumura!

>Haru goes up on stage and accepts her award.

Thank you all so much. I couldn’t have done this without your support. I promise that with this knowledge, I will help rebuild my family company into a better one where our works are treated more fairly.

>Everyone applauded as Haru returned to her seat. I think out of all of us, the one who was most proud of Haru... was Makoto.

Max: Okay, our next award is for... Best Social Science.

Ren: I know Anya’s got this one. She’s already done a lot.

Max: This award goes to... Ren Amamiya!

Ren: ... Yusuke, what’s my name?

Yusuke: Ren, it’s no joke. You just got an award.

...

Miles: (laughing a bit) He can’t even process what just happened!

Hector: Come on, Ren. Your award awaits.

>I go up on stage to accept my award.

Ren: I don’t understand. I would have thought Anya was get this.

Max: True, she’s your runner up. But you did something that would normally take years to accomplish. You did it in just less than one. That is just as impressive. You helped a lot of people in more ways than any one could know. That’s why we believe that you deserve this award most of all.

>Everyone in the auditorium applauded. I guess Max’s is kind of right. I have helped so many people while I was here. I accept the award. When I did, everyone cheered... Especially Yusuke. I return to my seat.

Yusuke: You truly deserve this, Ren.

Thank you, Yusuke.

Ryuji: Just try not to go overboard like Kamoshida.

Ren: I won’t. Don’t worry.

>After a few more awards were given (to Anya), we went out into the hall.

Ann: Jeez, Anya! Anymore awards and we might start thinking you’ll have a Palace.

Anya: Don’t worry, if I do get distorted, Gwen would just beat me to my senses.

Gwen: That’s true. (laughs a bit)

Hey! Look who’s here!

>We were all surprised to see a familiar face at school again.

Hey, guys. Did I miss anything?

Makoto: Well... We had an award ceremony.

>We show Peter our awards.

Peter: Wow! Congrats, guys. I wish I had won something.

Miles: You did.

>Miles shows Peter a handmade award like the one Anya gave me.

Miles: “Most Likely to Miss an Award Ceremony.” I made it myself.

>Miles gives Peter the award.

Peter: Oh. Thanks.

Ryuji: If it makes you feel any better, Pete, I didn’t win anything either. Prolly ‘cause I transferred to Oz Academy.

Peter: I guess so...

>I’m guess bringing up Osborn Academy is making him think of Harry. I better change the subject fast. Fortunately, my Knowledge and Charm found a way.

Ren: I see you’re wearing glasses.

Gwen: Yeah. I thought, since your powers improved your eyesight, you don’t need them.

Peter: I just duplicated the lenses from my mask and put them in the frames.

Akechi: That’s quite clever.

Peter: I know... Kind of reminds me of my life before Spider-Man.

>He was starting to look down again.

Gwen: Is something wrong, Peter?

Peter: It’s just... When me and Harry released the cure on New York, he yelled at me. He said only I saved the city.

Ryuji: But that’s not true. You both saved the city.

Peter: That’s not what he thinks. I know it’s understandable about why he was so upset, but... It really hurt me. I was angry. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him back. But for the sake of my friends, my family, and the city, I had to hide it.

Ren: Do you still want to hurt him.

Peter: ... Not anymore. I actually thought he was right. Spider-Man ruins everything. I even considered quitting.

Miles: (surprised) You what!?

Peter: Don’t worry. I changed my mind. I know being Spider-Man no more won’t solve anything. I need to solve this not just as a scientist would... But how I would. Whether it would be as Peter Parker or as Spider-Man.

Gwen: That’s... Really good. Admitting how you truly feel is the first step.

Peter: Well, I know I didn’t do this alone... You Phantom Thieves did most of the work.

Ren: We only did this to help Ryuji and Akechi. Whatever you and Harry do effects them as well. They were afraid that if the two of you were no longer together, neither would they.

Peter: But that’s not true either. Ryuji and Akechi are not us. They’re themselves.

Akechi: We know that now. But still, we couldn’t let you and Harry be separated like this. The both of you...

You’re meant to be together.

Peter: ... I know. Me and Harry have been together for so long, most of which we didn’t even know each other. We can't just let it end like this.

Ryuji: Besides, we all know who’s fault really is... *cough* Norman Osborn *cough*

Peter: (now smiling with tears coming down) I know... Thank you, guys.

>I looked around. Ann, Makoto, Haru, Gwen, Anya, and even Morgana were on the verge of tears themselves.

Peter: (drying his tears and has calmed down) Ren, you’ve done so much for me and Harry. I appreciate that. So, I want you to have this. It’s my first mask when I became Spider-Man.

>Peter gives me his Original Spider-Man Mask.

Peter: All I just want to say is... Thank you for everything. For me, for Harry, for Aunt May, and our friends.

You’re welcome... And thank you, too... For believing.

>I can feel our bond become stronger.

I am thou, thou art I… Thou hast turned a vow into a blood oath.

Thy bond shall become the wings of rebellion and break the yoke of thy heart.

Thou has awakened to the ultimate secret of the other Justice, granting thee infinite power…

Rank Up!

Confidant: Spider-Man

Arcana: Justice

Rank: 10 (MAX)

Ability: SM: Conclusion

Spider-Man can now fight along side you as a Persona.

Admin’s Notes

Status of the Persona Spider-Man will be explained in another post.

Miles: Well, I’m glad that worked out... Now if only Harry could do the same.

Ryuji: I’m sure that day will come soon enough. I mean, it’s not like his father will do anything while his heart is changing. It’s too late.

>Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside. We went outside... and were shocked to see who was flying around.

SPIDER-MAN!

Miles: You were saying?

Ren: Hold on! Something’s not right here. I would have thought all the time Harry was finding a cure for his father and his change of heart would have made him avoid doing this.

Peter: (his Spider Sense tingling) I think so, too.

>Peter takes out his mask.

Peter: I haven’t given up being Spider-Man. I’ll keep going. Miles?

Miles: I’m with you all the way!

Gwen: You guys go on ahead. Me and Anya will get everyone to safety.

Ren: In the meantime, we’ll handle Hobgoblin. Our weapons may not do much and our guns only shoot pellets, they will be enough to slow him down long enough.

Gwen: ... Alright. Just be careful.

Peter: We’re counting on you.

>With that, me and the Phantom Thieves go to deal with Hobgoblin while Peter and Miles go and change.

Gwen: Come one, Anya, we know who can do this, too... You know who you need to be.

Anya: ... Fine. Amazing it is.

>With us, me and my friends were firing our guns left and right trying to keep Hobgoblin at bay.

Hobgoblin: Back off! My fright is with Spider-Man! Not you!

In your dreams!

>Ann begins firing her sub machine gun like mad at Hobgoblin.

Hobgoblin: You had your chance.

>Hobgoblin then makes a rush to Ann.

ANN!

>Ryuji quickly runs to Ann and pushes her out of the way as Hobgoblin strikes Ryuji instead.

RYUJI!

>Ann runs to him.

Ann: Are you alright!?

I’m... Not through yet.

Hobgoblin: You’re pathetic. Do you really think you have any chance against a true Osborn? What a waste, you traitor.

Ryuji: That’s right, I’m a traitor. You know why? Because unlike an Osborn, I actually do care about others. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to protect them. To make them happy. Osborns only care about themselves and put others down. I won’t give up on others just because their beneath me. I will keep doing what I can to make sure they live. That they live their hopes and dreams. And that is why... I know you’re not Harry Osborn.

>Hobgoblin doesn’t respond. He just takes two pumpkin bombs and throws them and Ryuji and Ann who hold each other for dear life... Only for the two bombs to be caught by webs. Spider-Man and Spider-Kid throw the bombs high up in the sky where they exploded.

Did you forget about us? Or are you just that stuck up?

Hobgoblin: There’s only room for one of us in this city, Spider-Man. And it’s going to be the Hobgoblin!

Uh, I’m right here!

>Hobgoblin takes another pumpkin bomb and throws it at Spider-Kid... But another web catches it and flings it back at Hobgoblin who dodges it.... We were surprised by who did it.

Is this a private party or can anyone join in?

Spider-Kid: (whisper) A- Anya?

Hobgoblin: More spider people!?

Spider person: Call me Spider-Girl!

Spider-Man: That’s... Actually a good name for you.

Spider-Girl: Thanks. And as for you! (to Hobgoblin) I know you’re angry about everything that’s happened, but if it’s really you under there, Harry, please stop... He’s your best friend!

Hobgoblin: There is no one else! There is only... HOBGOBLIN! All who are protecting the criminal, Spider-Man, is a menace!

>The fight goes on. Ryuji and Ann managed to recover as we continue on. After for what seemed like an hour, we were almost on our last leg... Our Personas are really starting to look good right now.

Hobgoblin: Come to your senses. Join the Hobgoblin and bring him (Spider-Man) down!

Never! All you do is hurt people! We’ll never do that!

Hobgoblin: Fine! Be destroyed along side him!

>Hobgoblin tries to make a go at Haru, but was stopped by Spider-Man in time.

Hobgoblin: I told you I wouldn’t rest until you were destroyed, Spider-Man. You are a blemish on society. I intend to take you out!

>Hobgoblin takes a hold of Spider-Man’s web and flings him to the side.

Spider-Man: Harry, we can work this out together! Just let me help you!

>Spider-Man get’s back up to continue fighting. Hobgoblin takes out his flame sword.

Hobgoblin: You’re wrong. You’re the one who’s going to need help.

>Spider-Man comes at Hobgoblin as he swipes his sword at him.

Hobgoblin: Hogging all the heroism. Taking all the credit for curing Spider Island. Well, all of that will end!

>It’s just no use... Ryuji is right... That’s not Harry... Harry... Where are you?

>Meanwhile, as if on cue... Harry wakes up. He looks around. He gets out of bed and goes out of his room. How long was he out? Then, he heard something a little ways. The janitor was watching something on his phone... Harry was hocked to see what it was. Spider-Man, Spider-Kid, a new spider person, and us frighting Hobgoblin.

Wh- What?

>Harry rushes over to the lab. His father was gone along with the Hobgoblin suit. There was no doubt about it. It’s Norman Osborn who is fighting Spider-Man... Frighting his best friend.

Harry: Dad... You were fully cured all this time... You lied to me... Just like you lied to him about everything... Even Spider-Man... How could Dad... No, Peter was right. He was right about my father all this time... (sighs) This is all my fault. I should have trusted Pete from the start. He knew what was really going on and I pushed him away for it... I can’t let my dad do this to him or our friends... I have to tell Pete I’m sorry... But how? Dad took the only Hobgoblin suit...

>He looked around until...

Harry: Huh? That’s...

>Harry couldn’t believe he noticed it until now, but it was a little far from him to tell.

Harry: ... Here’s hoping it wasn’t a dream.

>Harry motions his arm at the target...

THWIP!

>A web came out and caught it.

Harry: I KNEW IT!

>With this (which will get a quick fix using the machines), Harry knew what he had to do.

Harry: (with determination) Hang on, Pete, I’m coming.

>Back with us, the fight went to the front of Avengers Tower.

Spider-Kid: Hey, you think these guys might help?

Spider-Man: I doubt it. Tony said he and the others are on some inter dimensional trip and won’t be back for a few weeks.

Spider-Kid: THEY’RE GONE!?

Hobgoblin: Good. Last thing we need is Stark and his other imbeciles to interfere. This is between you and me, Spider-Man. No one else!

>Hobgoblin makes a go at Spider-Kid. Thankfully, Spider-Girl sung by carrying Haru who hits him in the side of the head with her ax.

How do you like that, you poor excuse for Hogsqueal!?

Spider-Girl: You tell him, sister!

Hobgoblin: You’ll pay for that one!

>Hobgoblin throws a pumpkin bomb at Spider-Girl’s web. When it hits the web, it explodes and cuts the web causing the two girls to fall. Spider-Girl held on to Haru tight. Thankfully, they landed on their feet... In our moving van.

Hold on, you two!

Haru: Thanks, Makoto!

Gwen: I’m here, too! Thought you could use an extra hand after me and Anya got everyone to safety.

Haru: Right, we could use all the help we can get.

>Me and Yusuke caught up to them in a motorcycle Max and Hector let us borrow. I was driving and Yusuke was in the side car with Morgana.

Yusuke: (his assault rifle ready) Keep it steady, I only have one shot for this.

Ren: Alright, just be careful.

Morgana: Good luck.

>Yusuke aims his gun carefully at Hobgoblin’s flame sword while he has it out and ready to strike Spider-Man.

HERE GOES!

>Yusuke fires and the pellet effortlessly knocks the sword out of his hand.

We’ve done it!

Way to go, Yusuke!

Nice going!

Hobgoblin: Tch! You’ll have to do better than that!

>Hobgoblin was then throwing pumpkin bomb after pumpkin bomb. Thankfully, my level of Proficiency, I manage to dodge them... Eat your heart out, Toretto.

>After for what seemed like the whole day, we finally got Hobgoblin cornered in Central Park.

Spider-Man: There’s nowhere left to run!

Hobgoblin: You underestimate me, Spider-Man... I’m just getting started.

>He snaps his fingers and the trees started flashing... There were pumpkin bombs in them... He wanted us to chase him here.

EVERYONE, GET DOWN!

>We all hit the dirt... Except for Spider-Man.

Ren: Peter, what are you doing!? Get down now!

Spider-Man: No! I can get through to him... Harry, please, stop this. I know a lot has happened, but please, this won’t help at all. Look it in your heart.

Hobgoblin: And be made a fool of? ... Never! You will die here today, Spider-Man!

Spider-Man: And why are you calling me that!? You know who I am... Why aren’t you calling me Pete? Unless... Unless Ryuji is right... You’re not Harry at all, are you?

Hobgoblin: ... Very perceptive of you, Peter Parker. That’s right. I’m not Harry Osborn... But I am an Osborn.

>It was too late. The bombs were about to go off and Spider-Man was still standing up. We all brace ourselves... Peter...

??????? ??????: Yeah, I’ve heard!

Everyone: !

>A web shot and pulled Spider-Man out.

>3... 2... 1... BOOM!

>The explosion came. I held on to Yusuke and Morgana really tight. When it was over, I was glad we had all survived. Hobgoblin was high in the air on his glider... And Spider-Man was nowhere in sight.

Hobgoblin: WHAT!?

Spider-Man’s voice: Up here!

>We turned... Spider-Man was on a nearby gazebo, unharmed.

Who... Who saved him?

Spider-Kid: Don’t look at me. I was down here with you.

Spider-Girl: I didn’t do anything, either.

??????? ??????: No, just someone who was in the same boat as Hobby.

Hobgoblin: Who are you!?

>Suddenly, an invisible force hits Hobgoblin, knocking him off his glider. Then, that force landed in front of him and came into the visible spectrum... Oh my...

Someone you know all too well.

Spider-Man: Stealth Spider!?

Spider-Kid: Again!? Who is it this time? Casey Jones?

Stealth Spider: Oh, please. I’m not that into sports. I’m a new kind of player.

Hobgoblin: It... It can’t be! How...

Stealth Spider: What’s the matter? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. Guess that would be appropriate... Since the old me is gone. I’m a new person now. I’ve seen who you really are.

Hobgoblin: Then you know I’m only doing this for the greater good.

Stealth Spider: Greater good? Don’t make me laugh. You’re just doing this for your own benefit. I’m just here to see it fall. Especially after everything you did to me.

Hobgoblin: Everything I’ve done, I’ve only done for you. I even spent millions to ensure your future... And this is how you repay me!?

>Hobgoblin tries to make a go at Stealth Spider... However, Spider-Man stops him by firing a web at Hobgoblin’s mask and pulls him down... Pulling his mask off.

Spider-Man: I should have known it was you. There’s only one other Osborn I know... How could you do this to your own son?

Well played, Parker. Now I’m starting to realize why Harry would want something to so with someone so beneath him.

Everyone (save myself, Ryuji, Akechi, and Spider-Man): NORMAN OSBORN!?

I knew it! There’s no way Harry would do something like this, you sonucabitch!

This is a new low you’ve done, Osborn! Making everyone think your son was doing this.

What kind of monster would do this to his own flesh and blood? And you call yourself a parent.

But if Hobgoblin is Norman Osborn, does that mean...

Stealth Spider: Yes, Futaba. It means Harry Osborn...

>Stealth Spider removes his mask...

Is closer than you think.

>Spider-Man removes his own mask. Peter was really surprised.

Harry... You have spider power!? How...

Ren: I think I know. All the times he tested those cure samples on himself. When I last saw him, he was holding his hand in pain... Like he was bitten.

Harry: True. I don’t think that spider was radioactive, but I think the venom got mixed with those chemicals and... Well, this happened.

Norman: I’m impressed. I would have thought that you would have mutated into a spider creature. But you didn’t. I guess you are a true Osborn.

Harry: To you. But me, I’m just myself.

Norman: No matter. Seeing how you now have powers far greater than your friend’s, I am willing to give you another chance. Come, Harry. Join me. Take down Spider-Man and the rest of these fools and help me preserve the Osborn Family Legacy.

Harry: ... Sorry, Dad. But my friends matter more than a legacy built on lies and deception.

Norman: ... Then I was wrong. You are no Osborn.

Harry: And you are no father.

>Norman takes out a pumpkin bomb and throws it at Harry. He catches it with his web and throws it in the air where it exploded. Then, Norman tries to make a go at him, but Harry jumps over him and kicks him in the back. Norman tires to hit back, but Peter shoots a web to stop his fist.

Norman: Stay out of this, Parker! This is between me and my son. I’ll deal with you later.

Peter: No, this ends now!

>Peter puts his mask back on and the two duke it out. Harry jumps back to us.

Ryuji: See you’ve finally going your own path.

Harry: It wasn’t easy. But I guess I have you guys to thank for it. I shouldn’t have gotten so angry with Peter. I thought I could save the city, but I wasn’t looking at the big picture. Being a hero is about more than getting praise and recognition, it’s about doing what you know is right. I was trying so hard to my father’s love and approval that I never saw that he hardly had any for me. All the love and approval I ever wanted... was already from my friends... Especially Pete.

Ren: Admitting it isn’t easy. It’s only the first step. You and Peter are close to each other.

Harry: I know. I need to let Pete know I forgive him and want to know if he’s ready to forgive me.

Ren: You won’t know until you ask him.

Harry: ... I will. Thanks, you guys.

>Me and Harry smile at each other.

Harry: I know this isn’t a good time, but I think you should have this. It was the original blueprints for my glider, my bombs, and my flame sword. I don’t need them anymore since I’ve already got them memorized.

>Harry gives me his (Harry’s) Blueprints.

Harry: I don’t know when I’ll need my inventions again, but I know you will definitely need them. I trust you.

I trust you too, Harry. Thank you.

>I can feel our bond become stronger.

I am thou, thou art I… Thou hast turned a vow into a blood oath.

Thy bond shall become the wings of rebellion and break the yoke of thy heart.

Thou has awakened to the ultimate secret of the other Chariot, granting thee infinite power…

Rank Up!

Confidant: Harry Osborn

Arcana: Chariot

Rank: 10 (MAX)

Ability: A New Legacy

Stealth Spider can now fight along side you as a Persona.

Admin’s Notes

Status of the Persona Stealth Spider will be explained in another post.

Harry: I have a plan. Don’t call it a smart one though... Ryuji?

>Ryuji thought carefully for a while. When he finished, he reaches into his pocket... And gives Harry his phone back.

I think you’ve learned your lesson.

>Harry smiles and puts his mask back on.

Stealth Spider: Meet us at Grand Central Station. Spider-Kid, Spider-Girl, care to help me and Spider-Man?

Spider-Girl: Yeah, it looks like he’ll get clobbered out there.

Spider-Kid: Yeah, and so will us.

Stealth Spider: It’s not over yet. Let’s go!

>The three Web Warriors swing off to help Spider-Man.

Ren: Let’s go, Phantom Thieves!

Gwen: Even me? Cause, I have a feeling I know where this is going.

Why not? You, Miles, even Anya are basically one of us now. Phantom Thieves.

Gwen: ... Okay. Let’s go.

>We arrive at Grand Central Station. Not too long after we arrive, Stealth Spider arrives.

Stealth Spider: They almost here. Are you guys ready?

Makoto: I hope you know what you’re doing.

Gwen: I think they’re here now!

>Just as predicted, Spider-Man came flying in and landed safely.

Spider-Man: That was close.

>Norman came flying in on his glider, Spider-Kid and Spider-Girl following him.

Spider-Girl: We’ve got you surrounded! There’s nowhere else to go!

Norman: Is this your brilliant plan? Chasing me to crowded public area?

Spider-Man: Not for long. Stealth Spider, now!

>Norman quickly turned to Stealth Spider holding his phone... With the Metaverse App open.

Norman: ... Clever.

Meta Nav: Beginning navigation.

>The familiar red wave came over us. When it was over, we were now in a distorted version of Grand Central... This is the entrance to New York’s Mementos.

Spider-Kid: (surprised) Holy-!

Yes! The P Thieves are now at full power!

Spider-Kid: Whoa! Aren’t you...

Mona: Here, I’m known as Mona.

Joker.

Skull!

Panther.

Fox.

Queen.

Oracle. (It used to be Navi, but that was already taken.)

Noir.

And Crow.

Code names, huh? I guess that makes sense.

Spider-Girl: (surprised) Gwen! Why are you dressed like Spider-Gwen again?

Oracle: It’s because of her cognition. Part of her still sees herself as a hero, so the Metaverse made it so.

Spider-Gwen: So, I have powers here?

Oracle: I don’t know. There’s still a lot about this world we’re still learning about.

Norman: Indeed. Even the Cognitive psience has a few things that need... Things even your mother couldn’t have known, Futaba san.

Y- You know!?

Norman: How couldn’t eye? That fact that you’re Wakaba Isshiki’s daughter and there have been a recent change of hearts. Not to mention that your dear leader, Ren, has quite the reputation, especially with that foolish Prime Minister. You see, I’m not some cheap villain that you’re all used to... I actually do my homework. But I have to admit, I am impressed. You’ve managed to hide it this long. I didn’t know it was you until after I told Harry to stand against Spider-Man. Even after all the times we spent together. If things had been just a little different, I would have easily called you the only equal to the Osborns.

That’s because I listen more to my heart... To bad I can’t say the same for you.

Norman: (laughs a bit) True. From your perspective, I might as well be heartless. But I had to for the sake of my family. I will do whatever it takes for them to achieve greatness. That shows just how much I care about my son... I will even move mountains for him.

>This is it. This is the true face of Norman Osborn. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s honest... In a dishonest way. It is at this moment that I finally realize what kind of person Norman Osborn really is.

I am thou, thou art I… Thou hast turned a vow into a blood oath.

Thy bond shall become the wings of rebellion and break the yoke of thy heart.

Thou has awakened to the ultimate secret of the other Devil, granting thee infinite power…

Rank Up!

Confidant: Norman Osborn

Arcana: Devil

Rank: 10 (MAX)

Ability: True Mask

Hobgablin can now fight along side you as a Persona.

Admin’s Notes

Status of the Persona Hobgoblin will be explained in another post.

Norman: But enough of this. I will rid this city of whoever tries to tarnish the Osborn name.

Skull: And how will you do that? We’ve got you surrounded and out-powered.

Norman: On the contrary, I’m about to get all the help I need. I’ve read in the report about something here in Mementos... And I’ve been calling it with my cognition ever since we got here.

Oracle: Wait...

ARE YOU MAD!? YOU DIDN'T!

>Then, we heard something coming from the depths... The sound of rattling chains... He did call it... And it emerges from the depths....

Welcome!

>The Reaper prepares to use Mamudoon .

Oracle: PERSONA!

>Prometheus shields us from the attack.

Norman: Very good catch.

Spider-Kid How do we stop that!?

Queen: Leave it to us! We’ll handle the Reaper. You guys focus on Norman.

Spider-Girl: I’m helping, too!

Spider-Gwen: Me, too! We can’t just let you do this on your own.

Queen: Are you sure? The Reaper is the most powerful Shadow ever.

Spider-Gwen: But when you have more help, even something that powerful doesn’t stand a chance.

Queen: ...

Alright. But be careful.

Joker: Right. Queen, you, Spider-Girl, Spider-Gwen, Panther, and Noir handle the Reaper. Me, Skull, Crow, Mona, Spider-Man, and Stealth Spider will handle Norman. Fox, Spider-Kid, make sure Norman doesn’t try to escape.

Don’t worry, Joker. We’ll handle it.

Spider-Kid: Well, I would rather be fighting Norman. But I don’t want to risk fighting the Reaper, so I’m with Fox.

Fox: PERSONA!

>Kamu Susano-o blocks one exit with a wall of ice while Spider-Kid webs up the other.

Norman: Go right ahead. They won’t hold me for long.

Stealth Spider: But we will.

>The fight begins.

Queen, Panther, and Noir: PERSONA!

>The Reaper uses Elec Break and then Ice Break.

Noir: I almost forgot it can do things twice.

Queen: Then we’ll just have to be stronger.

>Anat uses Marakukaja to raise the party’s defense. Hecate uses Tarunda.

Noir: Right. Let’s do this, Astarte!

>Astarte uses Makarakarn on Spider-Girl and Spider-Gwen.

Spider-Girl: Thanks. Now it’s my turn.

>Spider-Girl attacks in a way similar to Skull Cracker. It may have not caused much damage, it did leave the Reaper Confused. And in that confusion, it does nothing.

Queen: Well done, Spider-Girl!

Spider-Girl: Thanks.

>Anat uses Atomic Flare, Hecate uses Concentrate to ready herself for her next attack, Astarte uses Psiodyne which was stronger because the Reaper was Confused, and Spider-Gwen uses a Psycho Bomb which was also stronger because it was Confused. The Reaper throws a Psycho Bomb to Spider-Gwen.

Spider-Gwen: I don’t see what the problem is. I think this isn’t that hard.

Panther: Wait til it comes back to its senses, then you’ll really have to watch out.

>Anat uses Atomic Flare again. Hecate uses Blazing Hell which was stronger because she used Concentrate. Astarte and Spider-Gwen did what they did last time. Again, the Reaper did nothing.

Oracle: Careful, guys. Just one more turn and the confusion wears off.

Queen: Right. Get ready everyone.

>Anat uses Marakukaja again to keep their defense up. Hecate uses Tarunda again to keep its attack down. Astarte uses Psiodyne and Spider-Girl uses Skull Cracker hoping it would keep the Reaper Confused. It didn’t. Then, the Reaper recovered from the effects.

Reaper: Me not impressed. Me angry now!

>The Reaper uses Riot Gun. Thankfully, Queen and Noir dodged it flawlessly. However, Panther, Spider-Girl, and Spider-Gwen got hit. They lost a lot of health. Fortunately, Anat uses Mediarahan to heal them a lot.

Spider-Gwen: Okay, I see what you mean. So what’s the plan?

Noir: Usually the best way to defeat the Reaper is to have it succumb to Despair. But that’s easier said than done. I don’t think any of our Personas can do that.

Spider-Gwen: I think we can come up with something. But it may take some time. Think you can cover for us?

Queen: We’ll buy you all you need. Let’s do this!

>Hecate uses Concentrate, Asarte uses One-shot Kill, and Spider-Girl and Spider-Gwen wait. The Reaper uses Ziodyne on Spider-Girl and Spider-Gwen. Thankfully, the Makarakarn repelled it back at it. I hope they know what they’re doing. Anat uses Marakukaja to raise their defense, Hecate uses Blazing Hell (which was stronger), and Astarte uses Makarakarn on the two Spider-Girls.

Spider-Girl: Just a little longer.

Reaper: No matter what you do, it won’t work. Me not so easy to get rid of.

>The Reaper uses Concentrate. He was getting ready to use a major attack.

Oracle: Get ready, it’s going to go critical.

>Queen, Panther, Noir, Spider-Girl, and Spider-Gwen defend themselves.

Spider-Gwen: Almost done.

Reaper: Prepare for death!

>The Reaper uses Megidolaon. It took out over half of Queen’s, Panther’s and Noir’s health. Spider-girl and Spider-Gwen, however, were protected by Makarakarn. But the rebound was still not enough to take it down.

Oracle: Hang in there, guys! Here I go! Speed up!

>Prometheus uses Masukukaja to raise the party’s speed.

Spider-Girl: Thanks for that. We’re almost done.

>Anat uses Mediarahan to fully heal the party. Hecate uses Tarunda to lower the Reaper’s attack again. Astarte uses Makarakarn on Spider-Girl and Spider-Gwen again.

Spider-Gwen: It’s done! Whenever you’re ready!

Go right ahead!

>Spider-Gwen throws what looks like a hi-tech bomb at the Reaper. When it hit, it released some purple wave... The Reaper goes into Despair.

It... It worked.

Spider-Girl: We call it the Scramble Bomb. It’s suppose to make the target so mentally stressed that they would fall into Despair.

Spider-Gwen: Unfortunately, because we had to make it on the go, we can’t make another one. This is a one time deal.

Queen: I see. Either way, it is good enough. Now we just need to wait and try to withstand whatever it throws at us.

Reaper: Me must... Destroy...

>The Reaper tries to attack Panther, but she dodges it. Anat uses Atomic Flare, Hecate uses Agidyne, Asarte uses Psiodyne which was stronger because the Reaper was in Despair, and Spider-Gwen uses a Psycho Bomb. The Reaper uses Vorpal Blade which takes a huge amount of health from them. Anat uses Mediarahan, Panther uses Cream Puffs to restore Queen’s energy, Astarte uses One-shot Kill, and Spider-Gwen uses another Psycho Bomb. The Reaper uses Spirit Leech on Panther.

Panther: I don’t think taking my SP is going to help this time. I made plenty of this.

Reaper: Me no care. Me will go down fighting!

>The Reaper uses Hamaon... On Spider-Girl and Spider-Gwen. Their health drops to 1.

Spider-Girl: Wow... So this is what it’s like... Getting hit by one of those things.

>Anat uses Diarahan to fully heal them.

Queen: Just a couple more turns and it will be over. Just hang in there.

>Hecate uses Concentrate. Astarte uses Psiodyne. And Spider-Girl uses a Megaton Raid-like attack.

Reaper: This will not be the end. Me will be back soon enough to hear you scream!

>The Reaper does nothing. This was it. Queen, Panther, Noir, Spider-Girl, and Spider-Gwen just watch as the Reaper succumb to Despair and disappear.

Spider-Gwen: (surprised) Wow. I know being in Despair is bad, but...

Noir: Only in the Metaverse.

I just hope the others are doing fine.

>Meanwhile with us, our fight with Norman is proving a bit hard.

Oracle: I’ll do something about this! Supports’ on the way!

>Prometheus fully restores our health and energy.

Skull: Thanks, Oracle!

Norman: It is going to take more than that to stop me. I know everything there is to know about you. Even things you don’t know.

Crow: You’re wrong. What you know is just data. And unlike data... We change.

Stealth Spider: Something you will never understand.

Mona: But that’s why we’re here. To make you understand.

Spider-Man: I know you just want what’s best for Harry, but this isn’t the way.

Joker: Yes, you may not have a heart for us to steal, but today...

We’ll take everything you have!

Norman: (laughs) I invite you to try.

Skull, Crow, and Mona: PERSONA!

>I change Personas.

Joker: PERSONA!

(Insert song: Rivers in the Desert)

>Seiten Taisei uses Matarukaja to raise our attack, Loki uses Debilitate to lower Norman’s stats, Mona and I just defend ourselves.

Spider-Man: What about us?

Joker: You and Stealth Spider will play your roles soon enough.

Stealth Spider: Right. We’ll be here when you need us.

Norman: Your little bond won’t help you much with me.

>Because of his cognition, Norman uses Agidyne on me. Luckily, I dodge it. Seiten Taise uses Assault Dive, Loki uses Megaton Raid, Mercurius uses Miracle Punch, and Lakshmi uses Bufudyne. Norman proved to be weak to Ice with my attack.

Joker: Everyone, now!

Skull: All right! Time for some pain!

>After the attack, Norman still stands.

Norman: Is that the best that you can do?

>Norman takes out his flame sword and uses Brave Blade on Crow. It was a colossal hit.

Skull: You’ll pay for that, Osborn! Go, Seiten Taisei!

>Seiten Taisei uses Ziodyne, Loki uses Kougaon, Mercurius heals Crow with Diarahan, and Lakshmi uses Bufudyne again, bringing Nomran down. We decide to attack him one at a time. We’ll save the All-Out-Attack for another time. Norman gets back up and uses Maragidyne. The attack left Mona Burned. Seiten Taise uses Ziodyne again, Loki also uses Kougaon, and Mercurius uses Salvation to heal the party of everything.

Spider-Man: This is going to be tougher than I thought. Without a proper defense, a lot of us will go down very shortly.

Joker: I know... That’s where you come in.

>With that... I change Personas.

Spider-Man: This... This power.

>Through me and our bond, Spider-Man uses Marakukaja to raise our defense.

Spider-Man: Wow! I know I could already do this in the Metaverse, but... Wait. Am I a Persona now?

Joker: If that what you want to interpret it.

Spider-Man: Alright. Whatever gets the job done.

Norman: Interesting. You’ve learned a lot... As if.

>Norman uses Evil Smile. Both Skull and Crow are overcome with Fear. Then, he uses Ghastly Wail and both Skull and Crow fall.

Mona: Hold on, you guys!

>Mercurius uses Samarecarm to revive Skull. I change Personas again.

Joker: Okay, Stealth Spider, let’s see what you’re made of.

>Stealth Spider also uses Samarecarm to revive Crow.

Crow: Thanks, Harry.

Stealth Spider: You’re welcome.

>Norman tries another Evil Smile. It didn’t get any of us.

Norman: I had a feeling it wouldn’t work this time. But I’m no through yet.

>Norman looks scornfully at me.

Crow: I think I know how we can take him down. But he has to be knocked down first. Joker, we’ll be counting on you.

Joker: Right.

>Seiten Taisei uses Matarukaja, Loki uses Laevateinn, and Mercurius uses Masukunda. I change Personas back to Lakshmi. She uses Bufudyne which knocks him down.

Crow: This is what I was waiting for!

>After the attack, Norman was still standing.

Now, Skull!

Now or never, right!?

>With their Personas, they use their Fusion Move, Holy Lightning. It definitely took a lot of health from Norman... This actually give me a good idea.

Norman: Interesting. I’ve seen you’ve learned a lot at Osborn Academy.

Skull: No way, man. This is something we learned on our own.

Crow: Yes, with our own hearts. Something you’ll never know... Since you don’t have one.

Norman: (laughs a bit) How simple. But I guess that’s always with you.

>Norman uses Marin Karin on Mona. He got Brainwashed.

Skull: That can’t be good.

>Seiten Taisei uses Megaton Raid, but Norman dodged it. Loki uses Debilitate. Unfortunately, neither of them used Harisen Recovery. While Brainwashed, Mona has Mercurius heal Norman with Diarama.

Norman: (cruelly) So sorry I had your friend do that. But it just proves my point. You can’t win against me. Just as our legacy said.

Joker: Is that all you ever talk about? How someone like Emily Lyman ended up with you is beyond me.

Norman: How would you know? She is gone now. All I have left is Harry. I just want make sure our family legacy is secured.

Stealth Spider: So that’s all you care about? The Osborn Legacy? If Mom were still here, she would be crying her eyes out.

Joker: Don’t worry, he won’t get away with this... Especially if I do this.

>A surge of energy goes through me, Spider-Man, and Stealth Spider.

Spider-Man: This... This power...

Stealth Spider: Are you... Using us at the same time?

Call it... A Fusion... Tangled Web!

>Spider-Man and Stealth Spider swing around to form a translucent glowing spiderweb over Norman. Then, it fell on him with a bang. When the smoke cleared, Norman had lost a lot of health, he was Confused, and was Down.

Joker: Now’s our chance to strike!

Skull: Let’s tear ‘em apart!

Crow: It’ll be a massacre!

>After the attack, Norman was still up, but very weak and very Confused.

Joker: I was inspired by Skull and Crow’s Fusion Move, so I decided to use one of my own. A Fusion Spell.

Skull: Way to go, Joker! ... Now snap outta it, Mona!

>Skull uses Harisen Recovery on Mona. He was back to normal.

Mona: Sorry. I let my guard down.

Crow: It’s okay, Mona. It happens to the best of us.

Skull: But don’t worry, we’ve got him cornered. Let’s go, Seiten Taisei!

>Seiten Taisei uses God’s Hand. Then, Loki uses Brave Blade. And then, Mercurius uses Garudyne.

Norman: So this is how it ends for me.

Joker: It just goes to show you, “Payback’s a bitch.”

>I change Personas back to Lakshmi. She uses Bufudyne. It knocks him down easy.

Joker: The time has come!

>That was it. The battle was over. We won and Norman Osborn was KO. He laid there motionless but alive. Then, Stealth Spider removes his mask and walks furiously to his fallen father.

Peter: (removing his mask) Harry, wait!

He’s right, dude. We won.

>Harry picks his father up by the caller. Norman looks at his son’s furious face.

Norman: ... Go ahead. Finish me. But remember... I was the one who gave you life. And no matter what you do, you will always have the Osborn blood running through your veins.

>Harry then raises his fist at Norman. And then...

THWIP!

>He webs his father’s mouth shut.

Harry: ... Death... Is too much of a mercy. You’re going to atone for your crimes against me an everyone else. I am not the law, but you will be judged by it.

>He wraps up Norman’s arms and legs with webs.

Harry: Get ready to go back.

Mona: Alright. But wait until we’re out of sight. Remember, everyone knows your secret identities, but not ours.

Peter: Right. We’ll see you guys later.

>We go into hiding as Harry turned off the app. After the wave had passed, they were back in the real world. A lot of bystanders were staring in shock.

Bystander 1: It’s Spider-Man! I mean, Peter Parker! The one from the calling card!

Bystander 2: And is that Harry Osborn!? I didn’t know he was spider person, too!

Bystander 3: Who’s that wrapped up in webs? Is that... Norman Osborn!

>Not too long after coming back, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrived on the scene and arrested Norman.

Well done. We’ve had trouble trying to find a way to take him in, but thanks to you, I thin that might be possible.

Spider-Kid: Is it just me or does he look different from the last time we saw him?

Agent Coulson: ... That’s classified.

(watching from afar) Classify my ass. He thought he could make himself cooler by making himself in anime to match us.

That’s right. He’s not even a fan of ours. He’s a fan of Captain America.

>A few days later.

... of the Trial of Norman Osborn. After hearing the testimonies of many, including his own son, Harry Osborn, who just recently had his name changed to Lyman, the jury is currently debating on the verdict. Hold on, I’m just getting word the jury reached a verdict.

Judge: Jury, have you reached a verdict?

Jury member: We have, Your Honor. We, the jury, find the defendant, Norman Virgil Osborn... Guilty as charged.

Judge: Very well. Mr. Osborn, for the crimes you have committed, enforced by testimonies, including from your son, I hereby sentence you 20 years to life incarcerated.

Normally, I would haul you off to Rikers Island for crimes as big as yours... However, those crimes are anything but normal. Which is why S.H.I.E.L.D. has asked to hand you over to them... And I said yes.

Norman: ... I know when I’m beaten... And say this is it...

Agent Coulson: Good. Now if you’ll come with us, we have a nice little place for you on the Hudson we like to call The Raft. Hopefully some time there will help you become a better man... And a better father.

Reporter: Well, there you have it. The might have fallen. Back to you, John.

Well... Uh... Shoot! This is normally the part where I blame Spider-Man for something. But after it was discovered that he’s underage, I’ve been ask to hold my tongue. But just you wait, Parker! You’ll be 18 soon enough! Then you’ll have to watch out. This is J. Jonah Jameson, DBC News, signing off.

>Outside the courthouse, me, Yusuke, Morgana, Ryuji, and Akechi were waiting when Peter and Harry finally came out.

Peter: God, it was scary in there!

You should have dress for success, Pete. Everyone knows that.

Peter: (looking down, but smiling) Now you tell me.

Ren: Hey, Harry, what are you looking at there?

Harry: Stuff sent to me and Pete. Take a look.

>Harry shows me his phone.

Peter, Harry, good luck today.

No matter what happens, you’re still our best friends.

We’re with you all the way.

Me, Hector, and the whole school are rooting for you.

We haven’t given up on you guys. We support you all the way.

You two are best friends. Norman’s getting what he deserves.

I learned how to type with my new hands to tell you how much we love you!

I know we haven’t gotten along, but I’m staying strong for you two.

If Ben were still here, the both of us will be there for you until the end. BTW, Peter, don’t forget the eggs. Organic.

You guys better not give up. I’ll burn you if you do.

Norman may be strong, but don’t worry. You guys are stronger.

We love you guys. You’ll make it.

You two are the best! Almost as great as the Phantom Thieves.

>I smile at how everyone is supporting Peter and Harry.

DING!

>A new message appears... I laugh a bit.

Harry: What is it?

>I show them...

PARKSBORN 4 EVER!!! XD

>We just stare. Peter and Harry were blushing. The rest of us were smiling.

Peter: ...

Harry: ...

Wow! Didn’t think she would just right up and say it.

Yusuke: No doubt about it.

Peter: (still blushing) Is... Is that what everyone thinks of us?

Harry: I know Pete’s a good guy, but this?

That depends. Do you want it to be true?

>The two just stare at us. Then, to each other.

Peter and Harry: ... How would a scientist solve this?

Peter: Well, we did observe that we are more happier when we’re together. And our bond is strong, especially if we’ve got good friends to back it up.

Harry: We hypothesis that powers or no powers, we’re strong when we’re together, no matter what.

Peter: We predict that a relationship between us might work out since we know each other so well.

Harry: And experimentation?

Peter: Well, we hugged, bro fisted, and shook hands. I think we even held them once. And we work together wonderfully... But there’s one other things we haven’t tried.

Harry: Right? ...

>They blushed again... We knew why. The two got closer and closer. And then...

Reporter: Mr. Parker! Mr. Lyman! Could you give us a moment of your time?

>The paparazzi showed up... Guess Experimentation will have to wait a bit.

Harry: Uh, sure.

Reporter: So is it true that even though you’ve changed your last name, you’ll still take over Oscorp? You are Norman Osborn’s next of kin, right?

Harry: Well... Not just yet. I still have a lot to learn. I need to know where I stand at this moment. Hopefully, Max will let me back into Horizon.

Peter: I’m sure he will. He said so himself that you’re welcomed back at any time.

Harry: Really? That’s nice of him.

Reporter: Looks like Harry Lyman will be waiting while the board runs things.

>The reporter and the rest of the paparazzi turned their backs.

Peter: (whisper) We better go.

Harry: (whisper) Right.

Reporter: (turning back) So, Mr. Lyman...

>She saw that Peter and Harry had already swung away.

>Back at Horizon, Peter and Harry arrive at the front of the school. We followed the in the van. We saw that a crowd had gathered.

Max: Now that that is out of the way, let’s move on the the main event. We now present the school’s new mascot.

>Max and Hector remove the tarp.

>Everyone was amazed by the statue.

Peter: Well, that’s... Amazing.

Ryuji: So what does feel like being immortalized and being a celebrity?

Akechi: He’s right. Now that everyone knows you’re Spider-Man, aren’t you afraid that villains will come after your loved one? Your Aunt May?

Peter: Well, Agent Coulson said his boss, Director Nick Fury, is willing to make everyone believe that my identity is jut a hoax, but only if I agree to one thing.

Akechi: What’s that?

Peter: He wants me to... Join this S.H.I.E.L.D. Training Program he started.

Ren: What did you say?

Peter: I said... I’ll consider it. But for now, I want to see where I go from here. But I told him that if things get too intense, I’ll take up his offer if it means protecting my loved ones. Including Aunt May.

Harry: That’s good. But know this, no matter your decision, I’ll be there for you when you need me.

Peter: ... Thank you, Harry.

Morgana: Which reminds me. Norman knows who we are as the Phantom Thieves. Do you think he’ll tell?

Harry: I already asked him that... He said the same thing he said in the courtroom. So I don’t think he’ll be saying anything.

Morgana: That’s good, I guess. And even if he did tell, I doubt anyone will believe him and think he’s crazy or S.H.I.E.L.D. will just cover it up.

Peter: That’s good to hear. Thanks, Harry.

Harry: No problem.

>They decided there to continue their ‘experiment’. Their faces were just a few inches away when... They noticed that we and our friends were watching.

Miles: Oh, don’t mind us. Just go right ahead. We won’t disturb you.

Gwen: Actually, I think us watching is disturbing them. We better leave them alone for a moment.

Miles: But I love a romantic ending!

Miles!

Miles: But... Okay.

Anya: Maybe next time.

>We were just leaving when the paparazzi showed up again.

Reporter: Just one one more question. We’ve noticed that you and Parker Spider-Man have been spending a lot of time together. Does that mean you two are a thing now? It looked like the two of you were about to...

>Ryuji, no longer holding his anger in, takes his metal pipe and brandishing it at the crowd.

WHAT THE EFF DOES IT TAKE TO MAKE IT CLEAR TO YOU!? The show’s over! They wanna be alone! Break it up! BREAK IT UP!

>In no time flat, the crowd leaves.

Well, that takes care of the peanut gallery. If you need me, I’m going back to the dorms to finish packing. We return to Japan very soon.

>With that, we leave... But me and Yusuke hide behind the statue.

Peter: I wonder what else is going to happen.

Harry: Pete... Just shut up.

(Picture originally from 3atgat.)

>When they finished, the two smiled at each other.

Peter: I love you.

Harry: And I love you.

Experimentation: Completed. Conclusion: Well... I think they pretty much said it.

Maybe we should do some experimentation of our own. See what our conclusion will be.

>Me and Yusuke embraced each other. We we brought our faces close together... The rest we leave to you.

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