#I just dislike so much how some people treat him as a pathetic loser

[helloyellowsunflower]

My thoughts on Idia (a messy essay ig?): Contains some spoilers from Idia's story and Chapter 7: ruler of the abyss.

I've been thinking about him lately, which prompted this messy essay/character analysis, and let me tell you; first and foremost: I am no psychology major, I am not someone who ususally gets all the nuances a character has; so if I miss some details, please don't go hunting me down :D.

So, looking at canon, Idia reads to me as someone who may hate himself but also believes that no one is better than him; at least in some aspects.

He's very much a shut in guy who doesn't enjoy interacting with people (at least face to face) who spends 80% of his time playing video games, which I believe keeps fueling his inability to mantain standard social interactions. In an RPG, you kind of know how things are meant to go, you know how charcaters are supposed to interact with each other and you know that if things go south, you can always restart the game or try again.

With real life people, you can't. Once you've said something you can't exactly take it back, and you can't exactly predict how people are going to respond to things, which I think terrifies Idia. On top of that, things irl can touch you, they can cause physical harm, unlike a game character; which makes potential confrontations a thousand times more scary for him.

I mean, picture this: you've lived alone, secluded, for most of your life (because your brother, the only company you had, died when you were kids; something you blame youself for, to this date), and all of a sudden you're thrown into a boarding school where you are expected to interact with people from all backgrounds. You don't know these people, but you know that they could physically hurt you if you said something wrong.

So Idia being Idia, decides to shut himself in (and I mean, I get it, I'm not saying that was a healthy response, but it's an understandable one).

And by shutting himself in and being afraid of others, comes this "disdain", this lack of understanding that just gets worse the less he interacts with others. Because when you don't interact with people, you create these expectations, these "ideas" of how someone is, based off entirely of what you hear about them, or what you see (normally without context); and the more you construct these images in your head, the harder it is to actually get to know them, because you have to break down everything you believe they are.

This shows many times during the game, for example, in the latest chapter (ch 7 I believe); when Idia goes off on a rant about how Malleus has always "acted cool" and "kept his strong character image", when he literally hasn't! It's not that he keeps an image, it's just that he's literally that strong! Sir! If you got to know him better you'd realize that you're more alike than you think!!

In conclusion, I think Idia is a very interesting character, and I look forward to seeing him interact more with the rest of the Twisted Wonderland cast.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Brotherly Betrayal

A Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction

Summer madness 1/33 You've been dating your high school best friend for three years now, pretty much since you left high school. Lately, though he hasn't been able to make it home from college to see you as often as you both might've liked... His brother, Jungkook, has decided this is completely unacceptable and wants to show you how his little brother should really be treating you.

"Hey! I was watching that asshole!" You huff as Jungkook changes the channel.

"Tough shit, it's my house." He sneers in response.

You roll your eyes but settle back into the sofa defeated. It is his house after all, much to your annoyance. He spends a moment flicking through all of the available channels and you can't help but roll your eyes. If he didn't know what he wanted to watch there was no reason to change over from your show. You make sure he is aware of your displeasure and he glances back at you, clearly annoyed by your display of dissatisfaction.

"Why are you even here? Your loser boyfriend is not even home." He points out.

"He was supposed to meet me here an hour ago, but then his train got cancelled. Your mom let me in, and told me to stay the night." You shrugged.

"Ugh, I hate that she loves you so much." 

You smirk at him.

"You'd think you'd be used to me by now, I've been your brother's girlfriend for three years now, his best friend for even longer." 

"You'd think after three years you might actually love him..." Jungkook trails off, switching his attention back to the TV and leaving you to stew without a comeback. 

You don't really have a response, you know deep down he is right, you just didn't think anybody else had noticed. You really had hoped you would grow to love your boyfriend like that. He had always loved you like that, and at 18 it seemed like an ideal situation, fall in love with your high school best friend, the perfect fairytale story, only it never progressed past fondness for you. Now it felt a little like you were stuck. 

You loved his family (brother excluded) and he meant a lot to you, it just wasn't romantic. 

You stare at Jungkook, studying the smug expression on his face, clearly pleased with himself that you'd finally fallen silent. He finally puts on a K-drama, putting on the subtitles for you automatically and tosses the remote well out of your reach. 

There have been a couple of times recently when you've spent a lot of time alone with Jungkook. Your boyfriend was getting busier and busier preparing for his master's degree in the fall, so he ended up having to cancel a lot of plans last minute. You attended some family BBQs without him, Jungkook being one of the only people you knew well enough to cling to, much to both of your disdain. 

Today was just another addition to the evergrowing list of quality time. 

You must've fallen asleep at some point because it's morning when you wake up... Wrapped in the comfort of your boyfriend's bed. You don't remember getting up and moving but you must've. You shake it off and traipse downstairs where you can smell breakfast being cooked. 

You expect to find Mrs Jeon at the stove but are treated by the well-toned, naked back of Jungkook.

"Can you at least pretend to keep your eyes off of me? What would my family say if they saw you so openly pining for me?" He asks turning to face you.

You spend a second blinded by his abs before your brain manages to reconnect to your mouth.

"You wish Jeon!" 

"And you keep pretending it's my pathetic excuse for a brother you actually want."

It's starting to sound a lot like he is jealous, but that's absurd. Jeon Jungkook has never once shown interest in you beyond a vague dislike the entire time you've known the man. 

"It is your brother I want." You state.

"You've always been a terrible liar." he counters. 

He turns back to the breakfast that he was preparing, the slight smell of burning starting to permeate the kitchen. You can see the way his jaw clicks in frustration as he serves up the slightly charred meal on two plates. 

"Are you jealous?" You ask genuinely.

"Of that twerp? never..." He passes a plate to you.

You eat in silence. He never once looks at you, but you can't stop yourself from studying his features. His brows furrow in annoyance and he stabs at the food with more force than necessary. 

"Seriously what's the problem?" You ask.

He huffs and pushes the plate away from himself taking a breath before he looks up at you. 

"Look, let's not make a big deal out of this, but lately it's been getting more and more difficult for me to be around you..."

"I'll take that as a compliment shall I?" You say sarcastically. 

"That... that's not what I mean." 

He makes his way around the breakfast bar and spins the barstool you're sitting on to face him properly. His arms cage you in, preventing you from turning away from him. 

He just stares at you for a moment, a war raging behind his eyes as he thinks of the best way to phrase his words. You spend the silence really taking in his face. It's been a long time since you've really looked at Jungkook, the last time might've been over a decade ago when it was still appropriate for you to play fight together. You used to take him on single-handedly every time he made a disheartening comment towards one of your friends. Of course, he would immediately flick you away like a little bug, pinning you down until you were the one that apologised, but your friends had always told you it was the thought that counted.

Being the brat you were, you would remain pinned under him for long stretches of time, refusing to apologise until his mom came out and pulled him off of you. 

The way his arms sat on either side of yours reminded you a lot of back then, a lot of the little crush you'd been harbouring for years before you grew up and thought the flame had blown out...

"He doesn't deserve you." That is all he says when his words finally come out.

"Who are you to say what he deserves?" You ask.

"Because I know who he really is, and I know what you're worth. And it's so much more than he will ever be able to give you."

He kisses you before you can organise your thoughts enough to respond. 

It's feverish, almost desperate, the kind of kiss you see in movies when men go off to war when they aren't sure if it's going to be their last. You don't respond. You just let him kiss you but you don't make any moves to deepen the kiss, even if every bone in your body is screaming for you to. This doesn't seem to deter him, his arms sneak around your waist and he lifts you against him. It finally occurs to you that he must've carried you to bed last night. 

Eventually, his lungs give out and he pulls away but his arms don't leave you, he holds you close. You can feel every muscle in his stomach pressed against yours as you are suddenly very aware of his shirtlessness.

"Jungkook..."

"Don't tell me no... please..." He whines, breathless. 

"But... I can't do this to him... and I know you don't want to either." 

"I don't give a shit about his feelings Y/N. And deep down I don't think you do either. Plus you guys have been drifting apart for weeks now. It's finally my time to have you, please don't make me stop."

His hand comes up to your face, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, keeping you in place and looking at him. 

Your heart jumps and you struggle to come up with a way to say no when he is looking at you earnestly. You've never been so lost for words in your life. He is the only person who has ever made you feel this way, and it's always been the same, even when he was barely acknowledging your existence. 

"O..kay." You whisper.

His lips are back on yours in seconds and he is pulling you upwards. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pushes you back to sit on the breakfast bar. His mouth trails from yours, down your chin to your throat, biting gently as he goes leaving little bruises in his wake showing exactly where he has been.

You throw your head back and moan as he sucks harshly just above your collarbone. His fingers dig into your thighs as tries to get impossibly closer to you.  You grapple at his hair holding him to you as you focus on the feeling of him in your arms. He is bigger than his brother, taller, and his hair is longer. The dark curls wrap through your fingers making it so easy to pull him along where you want him. 

You use that leverage to bring his face up to match yours. Instinctively you kiss his nose as it becomes level with your face, and he whines.

"We need to move this upstairs, right now." He groans.

He takes your hand and pulls you off of the countertop. He doesn't lose your hand as the pair of you run up the stairs, past his brother's empty room and into his. You barely get a chance to look around before he is leading you towards his bed, pulling you into his lap as he sits down. You straddle him happily, your legs stretching over his thick thighs. 

His fingertips reach for the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms to accommodate him easily. Slowly his tattooed hand traces over your newly exposed skin as his other arm holds you upright against him. 

"So pretty." He breathes. 

His face dips down to your chest, burying his face into your cleavage. The hand on your back works blindly to remove your bra. He pulls at the front of the garment with his teeth until the straps fall down your arms. He doesn't remove it completely, just abandons the fabric as his teeth return to bite at the soft flesh of your breasts. His tongue circles around your nipples gently. He can't stop himself from nipping at the unmarred area surrounding them leaving even more marks behind as he went.

"Finally mine." He pants in between bites. "Do you know how long I've waited to claim you like this? My brother could never make you feel the way I'm about to."

"You talk a very big game, Jeon. I'm yet to see proof" You grind down against his lap.

He growls possessively and flips you with ease. It winds you slightly. He licks his way down your stomach, only pausing as he reaches your sweats. He pulls them roughly out of the way so his tongue can continue along all the way. You bite your lip just as his tongue hovers above your clit, but he doesn't go any further. 

You can feel his hot breath against you, but he makes no movement to suggest he is going to go any further. 

"I thought you were going to prove it?" You say leaning up on your forearms to take a good look at him. 

"Beg me to." He retorts

His head between your legs looks like something out of one of your dirtiest dreams.

"Have you ever heard me beg? What makes you think I'll start now?"

"Oh, I've heard you beg... through my bedroom wall, late at night when you think we are all asleep. I've listened to you beg him to come to bed and stop ignoring you. I definitely think you can beg me for something we both know I can actually do for you." 

You can feel your ears turning red with embarrassment, if he heard you begging his brother to come to bed, what else has he heard?

"Oh I've heard so much come from that room... the walls are so thin. It's why I know for a fact you are loudest when he isn't even there. It's like you wanted me to hear you. Pretty little slut, you probably knew I could hear you pleasuring yourself." He kisses along your mound waiting for you to speak.

It might be true that sometimes you had spent time masturbating alone in the room next door... and occasionally your mind might have wandered to the eldest Jeon brother, but not even for a moment did you think he could actually hear you. 

"Come on Y/N, don't make me beg you to beg me." He punctuates it this time by smacking your bare thigh, the sound echoing through the room. 

"Make me feel good, please prove to me how good sex can really feel" You whine.

He spanks your thigh again.

"Who are you begging Y/N?"

"You... Jungkook please."

He hits your thigh three more times, enjoying the little whimpers it drags from your lips each time. 

"One more time, Y/N, tell me what you really really want from me." He laves his tongue over the red marks left behind by his hand.

"Jeon Jungkook, I am begging you, please put your hands and tongue all over me. Make me cry from how good you make me feel." You thread your fingers through his hair and direct his mouth back to your awaiting pussy.

He chuckles, the hot air making you shiver as it ghosts against your awaiting heat. He wastes a little time wriggling your trousers off completely, making a show of chucking them to the floor. He then slides off the bed completely, kneeling on the abandoned garment to protest his knees. He strokes down each of your legs softly as he places them on each of his shoulders, the movement deceptively soft compared to his next move of using your thighs to tug you across the duvet towards him. 

Once again his face is perfectly aligned with your clit. His tongue darts out and teases the little bundle of nerves, You jump as he makes contact but his arms wrapped tightly around your legs keep you firmly where he wants you. 

He flattens his tongue against you, running it along the entire length of your folds. He teases your entrance slightly, circling the hole before dipping the tip of his tongue the slightest amount. He moans at the taste and you watch amused as his eyes roll into his head. It doesn't take longer for the humour in your eyes to disappear as he returns his attention to your clit. He sucks hard, occasionally flicking his tongue to create variation. It feels amazing as he focuses only on your pleasure. 

Your stomach ties in knots and just as you're starting to feel a little bit too empty, one of his arms is unwrapping from your thigh. He immediately inserts two fingers inside of you, not even pausing as you cry out from the sudden intrusion. The stretch burns as he hooks his fingers inside of you, pressing directly into the sweetest spot. You cum so fast you barely have time to grab onto the sheets. 

As the feeling washes over you, you start to squirm hoping to stop the onslaught of pleasure, but he won't let you worm away from him.

"Come on baby, you can take more than that." He says before attaching himself to your clit with more fervour than before. 

You can't do anything but whine as he continues his onslaught. A third finger buries inside of you, stretching you more than you're used to. Your hands come down to his hair, clawing at his scalp.

"Say my name." He demands pulling away from you and focusing on the movement of his fingers

"Jungkook."

His thumb begins rubbing across your clit in place of his tongue as his mouth takes up biting the surrounding areas.

"Say it louder."

"Jungkook!"

"Tell me who is the only person that can make you feel this good."

"You Kookie, only you." Something about the nickname makes the man go feral. 

He surges from the floor in between your legs so his face is back level with yours. The hand between your legs doesn't stop, the orgasm building quickly. His pupils are blown and his chin is soaked with you. He bites at your lower lip before kissing you harshly.

He swallows your whines as you cum on his hand for the second time, but still, his hands don't rest. He pushes through that orgasm to tip you over the edge quickly into a third wave. 

"It's too much." You whisper brokenly in between kisses. 

"No such thing as too much pleasure." 

Tears are forming in your eyes when he finally pulls his fingers out from inside of you. 

"Kookie, I feel empty." You complain. 

"You won't for long." He says, you can feel him jostling with his belt but you don't look down, memorising how he looks above you. 

You're positive there has never been a more sinful image on this earth. His long hair is a mess framing his face, his brown eyes look even darker thanks to his lust-blown pupils, and his mouth starting to purple from how hard he has been kissing you. 

You think about commenting on his appearance, despite the fact you likely looked similar. Before you get the chance, his dick is rubbing against your folds as he uses your cum as lube. Your eyes leave his for a fraction of a second, darting down to get a glimpse of his cock as it slides into you.

"Look at me." He snaps. "Don't ever stop looking at me." 

You obey instantly, meeting his gaze as he slowly sinks into you.

Three fingers should've been enough... it would've been with your boyfriend. But Jungkook struggles a little as he pushes into you. You try to relax but it's difficult, it feels so good to have him filling every inch of you. 

His brow furrows and his eyes close in concentration. You reach up and smooth the little wrinkle, the way you'd always wanted to when you'd seen him frustrated in the past. 

He leans into the touch but his eyes don't open. 

"You feel too good." He groans as he finally bottoms out within you. 

He stops for a moment allowing you both to catch your breath. You wriggle a little, Suddenly aware of the fact your legs are still balanced on his shoulders, bending you almost in half. He must notice your discomfort because he immediately moves his arm so you take one of your legs down. Both of you hiss as it causes him to move slightly inside of you. 

"I really thought I was going to be able to last longer inside of you. But you feel way too good."

"I don't think I can take another orgasm." You admit

"You can take whatever I give you," he states.

He begins to pump slowly at first, but he builds speed steadily. His teeth are gritted as he struggles to keep himself together. 

"Play with yourself." He demands and you obey.

It stings a little as draw circles around your clit. You rest the heel of your hand against your mound and you can feel every thrust as your tummy bulges. The tears sting in the corner of your eyes again as you bring yourself closer to the edge. You clench around Jungkook and can feel him start to falter with less confident strokes each time your pussy contracts around him. As you cum he teeters over the edge. 

He groans loudly as he comes down, sliding out of you as carefully as possible. He fetches a towel from his en suite while you wriggle back to put your head on the pillows. He lies down next to you and wipes carefully around your overly sensitive folds to clean you off. When he is finished the towel is thrown in the general direction of his hamper and he lays with his head on your shoulder, arm possessively over your stomach. Neither of you speaks, dozing off slightly.

You're not awoken until much later...

"What the actual fuck!?" Your boyfriend screams from the doorway.

This did have a user name of jjkgurlcedes attached but I can't find them here or on AO3

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[9.55] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ good thing you're smart, if not Wooyoung wouldn't have a whole attitude change

⇁ tw : violence, torture, kindapping, mafia life

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

You don't remember how long it has been since they captured you. Being stuck in a basement would do that apparently.

Whoever was behind your capture had been torturing you beyond your own imagination. They had starved you, hit you, kicked you, attempted to drown you, tied you in an uncomfortable position every night, and sent in someone to make sure you don't get an ounce of sleep.

All that just to get information on Wooyoung.

Currently, you're being tied to a chair, being once again interrogated for informations you had no clue about, "things would be much easier if you'd just give us what we want," the buff man in front of you said, he held a knife to your cheek but at this point you couldn't even flinch, "where is Jung Wooyoung's headquarters?"

Your cold outfit was clinging onto you like second skin, it's uncomfortable and it's dirty, the cold had definitely impacted your health.

Recently all you've been able to feel is just the headache and the burn from inside your body. Not even the abuse given to you was able to inflict you pain.

Everything's just numb.

You look up at the man, almost with a challenging look as you press your face daringly to the blade, "I. Don't. Know." you spat each word like venom.

The man laughed, pretty amused at how daring you are being, "you're his wife, there is no way you wouldn't have known," you rolled your eyes at him, bitter that he used the word 'wife' because you know fully well that Wooyoung would never treat you as such, "then I must've not been his wife now, am I?" You retorted back at him, slightly shocking him because this is the first time within the (apparently) 7 days you've been captured that you had said something else other than 'I don't know' or 'fuck you'.

Everyone was startled at the revelation, they probably hadn't concidered that you might not be Wooyoung's wife. No one really know about Wooyoung's personal life, it seems.

Seeing their hesitance, you take this as your chance of escaping.

The buff man grab your hair harshly, his eyes narrowing at you in suspicion, "don't lie to me, whore, if you're not his wife, then why'd you have a wedding ring on?" "Stole it from my mistress before I ran away, needed the money," you lied easily, surprising yourself.

"And why are you wearing it?" He asked again, "to make it less inconspicuous, people need to believe that this belongs to me or else they'll alert the cops that I'm a thief,"

He seemed to be having an inner turmoil on whether or not he should believe you.

With how you've been acting and the lack of evidence that you are Wooyoung's wife, you could really have been the wrong target.

"That means Handong lied to us," he said as he push your head away, talking to one of the men next to him, "bring him in and get this bitch out," he said simply before turning back to leave.

But before he walked out of the room, he looked back once more at you with a bitter smirk, "make sure to... deal... with her first, insurance for your silence,"

When the doors closed, 5 men approach your figure, still tied on the chair.

One of them crouch down in front of you, he brush your hair out of your face with a sad smile, "I'm sorry that we have to do this, pretty girl," confused at what he said, you just stared at him. But then he suddenly slap you so hard that you fell down along with the chair you're tied to.

And thus began one of the longest night of your life.

Meanwhile Wooyoung was getting antsy. His men couldn't find you anywhere and there isn't a second when he didn't regret turning his abundance of cctv off

He spent his days either in meetings or trying to track your whereabouts. San had to step in and actually force him to eat, going as far as cuffing him to his chair and spoon-fed him, even throwing a cheesy "would (Y/N) be happy to see you in this state?" At him to which he replied, "considering how I treat her, I wouldn't be surprised if she is,"

So far, neither yours nor his parents were aware of your disappearance. His dad only asked about you once to ensure he still has leverage, which of course Wooyoung lied, he's already stressed over your disappearance the last thing he need is for his dad to bit his head off.

Each night he spent sleeping in his bedroom, moping to the fact that he genuinely misses and worried about you. He regret taking you for granted, taking your presence for granted. Now, he could only imagine your sleeping form next to him using the memories of when he actually slept in bed with you. He used to be able to feel your warmth next to him, now it's just cold and he dislike it.

Tonight was no different. Before he got into bed, he went to the walk-in closet and look at all the dresses he had brought you to events that you went to (re : events he was forced brought you because his parents would be there). He remembered every how you looked in every single one of them.

It's pathetic of him, to be pining over the woman he claimed to have no care about.

Just as he turned the walk-in closet's lights off, there were commotions from downstairs, then a huge bang like his front doors had been barged open.

Diving into his instincts, Wooyoung grabbed the nearest gun he had hid all around the room and ran out, thinking that it was a raid by his rivals.

But when he looked down from the second floor to the living room, his heart wrenched and he froze.

San had you in his arms, you looked sickly pale with bruises all over your exposed arms and legs, clothes had chunks of them torn, and you weren't moving. One would assume that you're dead.

Wooyoung dropped his gun and ran to his friend who had just put you on the couch.

The sight of you looking so broken panicked him. He wanted to hold you and be glad that you're home, but he doesn't wanna hurt you. He wanted to tell you how sorry he is and that he'll make up to you but he's not sure whether or not you're still alive.

He snapped his head towards his staff, "call the doctor! Call Kang Yeosang in!" He barked to which his staffs immediately obeyed, scrambling to do as he ordered.

"God, baby, who did this to you?" He muttered to himself, reaching forward to brush your hair out of your face.

You stirred a bit when you heard his voice ans managed to open your eyes despite the splitting headache and the soreness all over your body.

When your eyes met his, you smiled, "hey, what are you doing in my dreams?" You croaked out, throat obviously sore and beyond parched from having been denied fluids for so long. It was your turn to brush his bangs from his eyes, something you've always wanted to do but know never could considering his dislike that turned out to be hatred towards you.

You suddenly frown at him, making his gaze on you softer, "I'm sorry," you muttered, not able to speak louder. At that, he tilted his head, "for what?" "Not being able to stay gone, I had to had the will to live, I should've let them kill me," you said before you slip into unconsciousness, rendering Wooyoung speechless at your words.

Before he was able to retaliate, San had swoop you back into his arms to take you to an empty room so Yeosang could come in and treat you.

"No," Wooyoung called, stopping San in his tracks, "bring her to my- our room, she should feel comfortable," to which San just nodded and obey, knowing how important it is to have you next to him as much as him next to you.

Yeosang came in not long after and spent 3 hours cleaning and stitching your wounds, checking for possible internal injuries, all the while making sure he's handling you with the utmost care as Wooyoung had been glaring daggers at him. Whether it serve to be a warning to not harm you or a sign of jealousy as Yeosang had a perfectly valid reason to cut your shirt and shorts off for handling.

"I can't make a clear diagnosis without checking for internal injuries, we have to take her to the hospital," Yeosang said. But Wooyoung just snap at him, "then freaking bring the machines here! She's not leaving this mansion and she's not leaving my side!"

Both men just stared at each other for a few minutes, Yeosang holding onto his ground on wanting simplicity, and Wooyoung being afraid of losing you from his sight again.

Knowing how stubborn his friend can be, Yeosang was first to crack, sighing and nodding at Wooyoung, "I'll see what I can do," he said simply before going out to talk to San about possibly transporting some of his machines.

The rest of the night, Wooyoung took care of you. He had put you in one of his large, white button up because it's the easiest to put on you. He stayed by your side in a chair, afraid that he might hurt you (than he already necessary does with his words) if he were to slip in bed with you.

As he watch you, his hands moved to held yours in his. His thumbs were rubbing the back of your hand when it suddenly caught on something.

Looking down, he noticed that it's your wedding ring, matching his own which he's wearing.

It brought a smile to his face seeing you're still holding onto it so dearly. You could've left it for him to find and throw away the day you left, but you had decided to take it with you.

Could it be that despite everything he's done to you, you don't want to completely erase him from your mind?

And that's what made Wooyoung broke down and cried.

He didn't deserve you, not one bit. But despite that, he knows that he's the only one capable enough of taking care of you, to provide for whatever it is that you need.

So at that moment, with you back in hia arms, he decided to step up and assume his responsibilities and treat you as how you deserve to be treated.

[winterbarontrash]

Sylvie and Thor take a drunk Loki home and there is much sibling ridiculousness. This is set in my Everybody Wants You modern AU.

PART 1 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6

“Let us help you Loki, before you make an even bigger fool of yourself” Sylvie said.

Thor added, laughing, “She's not wrong, brother."

“Shut up, both of you,” Loki snapped, as he tried to get onto his feet. Tried and failed. He made another attempt to stand up and fell flatly on his face.

Thor sighed, before leaning down and scooping Loki into his arms. He threw Loki over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and headed toward the house.

“Put me down,” Loki said, flushing with humiliation. “I can walk.”

Thor just snorted at that. “Lead the way,” he told Sylvie. “His bedroom.”

“This way,” she said, walking ahead. At least she wasn’t snickering at his expense again.

He was relieved and a little surprised when Thor gently eased him onto the bed: he had expected his brother to drop him without a care. They weren't exactly on the best terms.

“Bring me an ice pack, some painkillers, and water,” Thor told Sylvie. She nodded and hurried out of the room.

Loki rolled his eyes when Thor started going through his draws looking for his pajamas. "Stop acting like a mother hen. You look pathetic."

"You really are the worst brother," Thor said, then laid Loki pajamas on the bed.

"Then why are you even here?" Loki asked.

"Because you're my brother, and I love you," Thor answered. "And someone has to look after you, if you refuse to do it yourself."

Loki’s lips thinned.

Sylvie returned to the room and handed Thor what he had requested before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

Thor handed Loki the water and the pills, then pressed the ice pack against the rapidly swelling flesh on Loki's forehead.

Hel. If Thor hadn’t been someone he strongly disliked, someone who infuriated him, frustrated him, made him feel inferior and stupid, and worse still, someone he loved, Loki would have been grateful for the care he was showing. But this was Thor. The golden child. The perfect son. There was no way in Hel Loki was going to let him play the perfect brother.

"I don't need you to do that," Loki grumbled, snatching the ice pack out of Thor's hand.

Thor rolled his eyes. “I wouldn't have had to, if you had just let me help you when I offered.”

Loki gave him a mutinous glare. Thor just looked at him reproachfully. The infuriating part was, his brother was right. And it pissed him off.

Loki threw the ice pack at his head.

Thor ducked. “Brat,” he said, his lips twitching. “You might want to get a bit more practice in before you try that again.”

"If I wanted it to connect, it would have," Loki said, pouting.

“Well, it seems you're done with the moping and onto childish tantrums," Sylvie said, laughing.

“I hate you both,” Loki replied.

Sylvie laughed. "You love us. You just hate when people look after you."

Loki scowled. He didn't hate when Mobius did it. Mobius didn't make him feel stupid, when he looked after him. Why won't Mobius return his calls?

Loki's eyes suddenly felt like they were burning and he had to take deep, calming breaths so the tears wouldn’t spill. Pathetic. He really was a loser, wasn’t he?

Thor gripped his shoulder tight. “Sleep,” he said, in a tone that brooked no argument. "We'll stay the night so you don't do anything you will regret in the morning."

"Like what?" Loki snapped. It grated on his nerves when Thor treated him as if he were a half-wit child. He may be a mess, but he was a functioning adult. Well, most of the time.

"Like calling your boyfriend, and crying on his voicemail about how much you miss him. Like some pathetic loser."

"He's not my boyfriend," Loki said, his brows furrowed in confusion. He thought he’d already told her that. Or hadn’t he? “I’m not even his type,” he mumbled. “He doesn’t want me, not like that. Even if I were interested—and I’m not—he wouldn’t choose someone like me.” Loki’s lips twisted. “He’d never choose someone like me. I’m…I’m me."

"At least you're not denying you would be stupid enough to drunk dial him," Sylvie said.

Loki kicked her—and then promptly groaned as his head spun and the contents of his stomach tried to make a reappearance.

"Idiot," Sylvie chuckled.

“Shut up!” Loki grumbled. “All you ever do is mock me.”

"You're very easy to mock."

"Enough, both of you," Thor snapped.

The twins both rolled their eyes.

Thor sighed. "Loki, go to sleep. Sylvie, I'll help you set up the spare room. I'll take the couch."

Sylvie nodded, pressed a kiss to Loki's brow and followed Thor out of the room.

“Any other orders, brother?” Loki said at his back.

“Don’t do anything stupid just to spite us,” Thor said over his shoulder.

Loki grabbed a pillow and threw it at the buffoon’s head. Thor ducked, laughing.

Loki scowled darkly—and reached for his pajamas.

[angelofthequeers]

Little Devil

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

You know, if Adrien didn’t just sit by and be an enabler. And if Chloé’s character development actually stuck. And if the writers could actually write consistent characterisation.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Alya to bits. But this girl was so wildly OOC in this episode that it’s not funny. I also like all the other classmates. But since it’s Chloé’s POV, we all know our blonde bitch will take any chance she gets to drag them.

The fic idea came from @gale-of-the-nomads and Little Devil from @zoe-oneesama (in case you want a picture reference). And @angel-of-death-2015 requested a tag in this here saltfic, so here you are! Part 2 coming tomorrow when I’ve caught up on sleep!

Part 2 | AO3 link

This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous! Okay, so Chloé doesn’t like Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and you’d have to be an idiot to not realise that by now. But if there’s one person that Chloé dislikes more than Marinette, it’s that serial liar Lila Rossi.

Actually, scratch that. Chloé doesn’t even really care about Marinette anymore. Hell, after all that stuff Marinette had done to get Chloé’s maman to like her and then throw that party for Queen Bee, Chloé’s inclined to think that Marinette is average. Not worth her attention, whether positive or negative, even though Chloé had been a bitch about the macarons on Heroes’ Day (but then Marinette had invited her to the picnic, so. Yeah.). And sure, Marinette’s crushing on Adrien – really, who wouldn’t crush on him, that’s just common sense – but she doesn’t hang off him like some kind of…ugh, leech. Even Chloé’s not as touchy as this Lila girl, who had practically been sitting in Adrien’s lap in class.

And really, Chloé has a right to be so physically affectionate with Adrien. They’re childhood friends, after all. She’s started to suspect that he’s not really that into it, but that’s something they can deal with another day. Right now, the problem is Lila Rossi. More specifically, how everyone in the class seems to be under some sort of spell or something, because how else would they swallow these utterly ridiculous lies?

Hmm. Maybe Lila’s just a permanent akuma from now on, with the power to make anyone believe her ridiculous lies. Queen Bee should really investigate that…with a few small hits to make sure. But Chloé can’t really go Queen Bee right now, so it’s time for the next best thing: the enemy of her enemy is her temporary ally. And that ally just happens to be one Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“Ugh, really,” Chloé scoffs, shattering the silence. Having taken the cafeteria by surprise, the attention is now on Chloé, just as it should be.

“Is there a problem, Chloé?” Lila says, all sickly sweet and pathetic. Ugh, really. At least Chloé doesn’t have to tell so many lies for attention; that just comes naturally when you’re the mayor’s daughter. Small lies, sure, but at least she can say she’s not Liar Rossi.

“Duh,” Chloé drawls. She pushes her gourmet lunch from her personal chef away and stands up, hands on her hips, her lip curling at how everyone’s crowded around Lila to cater to her every whim like Sabrina does for Chloé. The difference is that Chloé actually gives half a fig for Sabrina, whereas Lila clearly doesn’t give a damn about any of these losers. “The problem is what’s wrong with all of you.”

“What’s wrong with us?” Alya says. Hmm. Some best friend to Marinette she is. “You’re one to talk, Chloé!”

“At least I’m not two-faced to my friends,” Chloé says. “Sabrina knows what she’s signing up for by being my best friend, though I’m not so sure I like how she’s fawning over Lila like that when she’s supposed to be fawning over me.” She puts on a look of exaggerated thought. “But I don’t think Marinette expected this from her friends…if you can even call yourselves that.”

There’s predictably immediate uproar, which Chloé drinks in with a smug smile on her face. Chaos is absolutely beautiful. Cause enough of it and you can pretty much get away with anything while everyone’s distracted by their hurt feelings. Lila just stares back evenly, the look in her eyes promising that somewhere, sometime, Chloé will pay for this.

Which would be a lot more intimidating if Chloé hadn’t mastered that look for herself, to be honest. What could this pathetic liar do to her, Chloé Bourgeois?

“Oh, come on,” Alya scoffs. “Like you care about Marinette. You’re just jealous of Lila because you’re not the centre of attention anymore.”

Chloé lets herself laugh at that because honestly, she doesn’t give a damn about Lila. Maybe if Lila was actually a credible threat. But really, Chloé can disprove half her lies on the very spot; she’d just rather not until she absolutely has to get her hands dirty. Make everyone stew just that bit longer.

“You’re right,” she says. “I don’t really care all that much about Marinette. But at least I’m honest about it. I don’t go calling myself her friend and then turning my back as soon as some lame new girl shows up.”

“Hey!” Kim says. “We didn’t turn our backs –”

“No, stop,” Lila sniffles. A tear slides down her cheek and it’s all Chloé can do to not double over laughing at how obviously fake it all is. “Chloé has a point. I didn’t mean to take Marinette’s friends from her –”

“Dude, you didn’t take us,” Nino says. “You needed help because of your ear and wrist.”

“Yeah!” Rose pipes up. “Marinette’s just upset. But she’ll come around! And then she’ll just love being your friend!”

“Oh, this is priceless!” Chloé laughs, wiping a tear from her eye. “Do you even hear yourselves? ‘Marinette will come around, then she’ll love being your friend!’ She can’t stand Lila!”

“And I don’t understand why,” Lila says, delicately dabbing her nose with a napkin with the hand that Chloé’s pretty sure is the one she claimed had arthritis. “I’ve tried to be nice to her! I want so badly to be her friend, but I guess some people are just incompatible…”

Chloé laughs even harder. “Oh. My. God. How am I the one defending Marinette while the rest of you treat her like some horrible person because she’s the only one smart enough to see through Lila?”

“You’re just defending her because she’s acting like you,” Alix says, her arms crossed. “Now that she’s started being mean to Lila because she’s jealous that Lila’s sitting next to the guy she likes, I bet you think she’s just the best person ever.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Chloé says. “I don’t even like Marinette.”

“No, really?” Juleka mutters.

“In fact, I have a whole list of reasons why I don’t like her,” Chloé declares. “Sabrina can back me up there. But you know what isn’t one of those reasons? Being a bully. If there’s any one person out of the lot of you who’s least likely to be a bully, it’s Marinette.”

“But Adrien –”

“Think, people!” Chloé interrupts Rose. “Is Marinette really the kind of person to be mean to someone over a crush?”

Most of the class looks like they still want to demonise Marinette in favour of Lila, but it’s Mylène who looks down and mumbles, “We did try to help her talk to Adrien. But she told us to stop because he liked Kagami and she didn’t want to get between them.”

Chloé files that nice bit of information away in case she needs to deal with Marinette later, although it probably won’t be for a while if this lot are any indication. She and Marinette may never end up friends, but it might be wise to call a truce while Lila’s around. “So, you know Marinette wouldn’t be mean to someone because she’s jealous,” she says. “But you still rushed to kiss up to Lila because she told you a few cool stories?”

“I can understand why you’d doubt me,” Lila says, still putting on her pathetic ‘woe is me’ air. “I know a few of my experiences sound pretty outlandish –”

“That’s an understatement,” Chloé says. “How anyone believed those utterly ridiculous stories is beyond me. And see, as soon as anyone calls you out, you cry and whine and act like a baby to make people feel sorry for you. And it works! Now everyone hates Marinette. And now everyone hates me even more, not that I really care.” Actually, she does, if her outburst to Ladybug when her father had been akumatised is any indication. But they don’t need to know that. “I hope you’re all happy with yourselves.”

Though everyone’s still glaring at Chloé, there’s a far less hostile atmosphere. In fact, the cafeteria is starting to feel shameful rather than angry, like everyone’s beginning to realise that Chloé’s right. Of course she is. She’s grown up around people like Lila all her life, who’ll say and do anything to win over others for their own use. And while Chloé’s never had the subtlety to do it herself, she’s very much familiar with the whole backstabbing business of it. One wrong move and you’re done for. Unfortunately for Lila, Chloé doesn’t care about being subtle and not making enemies, because at least she knows where she stands with people while being nasty to their face.

“You told Marinette that a journalist always uses sources,” Chloé says to Alya, recognising this as the time to strike. “Did you use any sources, Ladyblogger? Or did you just believe Lila because she told you what you want to hear?”

“Excuse me?” Alya looks like she wants to spit nails.

“You believed a random girl over your own friend!” Chloé says gleefully. “Your best friend! You didn’t even look for sources yourself like a good journalist would! And hmm…Marinette’s the one who searched for sources on Heroes’ Day, right? She did your job for you and you ignored her. Because she was just jealous.”

The look of dawning horror on Alya’s face is absolutely beautiful. “I –”

“My daddy’s the one who invited Prince Ali here last time,” Chloé says, her entire body about to float away from just how perfect this all is. “All I had to do was ask him and he said there was no way that Prince Ali could’ve invited a commoner like Lila to be his personal guest. The timing doesn’t work out. And I’m sure that Rose could call him up and ask, since they’re just the best of friends.”

“I told you,” Lila insists, shedding a little of her pathetic air, while Rose looks away. “He never said that he’d be in the country with us.”

“Okay, whatever,” Chloé says. “But even if Marinette can’t prove that, what about Jagged Stone’s kitten? Isn’t Marinette the one with Jagged Stone’s phone number? Didn’t she design his album cover? Couldn’t you have asked her to check with him?”

A wide-eyed Alya says nothing, so Chloé goes in for the kill, revelling in how obviously Lila is trying to hide her panic.

“And even if you didn’t do that, you’re the Ladyblogger, right? Ladybug talks to you. Why don’t you just ask Ladybug if she’s Lila’s best friend? After all, a journalist always checks her sources! But sure,” Chloé shrugs, “Lila’s totally telling the truth.”

“Leave her alone!” Nino growls when Alya backs away from Chloé and turns away, her face twitching and eyes shining suspiciously. “Why do you have to be so mean, Chloé?”

“Mean?” Chloé smirks. “For once, I’m not being mean. I’m being honest. But you can’t handle that. And Alya’s not the only one who turned her back on Marinette, so she’s not the only one to blame. You all made up a whole seating plan to cater to one person without even asking the one being kicked to the back.”

“I have to sit up the front!” Lila says. “My tinnitus –”

“Oh, I can’t prove that’s fake, as much as we both know it is,” Chloé says. “And I’m not mean enough to accuse someone of faking a disability. But you and I both know that the only reason you wanted that seat was to sit next to Adrikins. And your ‘disability’ isn’t even the problem. It’s how everyone here made plans without even asking Marinette if she was okay with being pushed into the back row, then turned on her as soon as she asked why it was her who had to go when she wasn’t asked in the first place. She didn’t even say anything about Lila’s hearing!”

“I offered to sit up the back because I felt bad that I’d caused that trouble,” Lila says with a well-timed head droop.

“No, you said that to make Marinette look like the nasty bad guy so everyone would hate her more,” Chloé says. “My maman is Audrey Bourgeois. Do you really think I don’t know how this works? You suck.” Her eyes sweep over all her stunned classmates, who are standing there with open mouths like some sort of hive mind. Ha, hive mind. Her sense of humour is as impeccable as her sense of fashion. “You all suck. Especially if you believe some story about napkin balls cutting eyeballs out that even I know is fake, and I don’t even do my own homework. And the funny thing is that it took me to tell you all this and I’m not even Marinette’s friend! In fact, hasn’t she always stood up for all of you against me? And the only time you’ve paid her back is by helping her with a picnic where you got to eat her food anyway.”

“W-Where are you going?” Rose says in a high, unstable voice when Chloé starts to walk off. Chloé turns back around.

“To find Marinette and kick some sense into her, seeing as none of her friends seem to want to do that. Also, thanks for ruining my lunch. I can hardly eat it now that it’s cold.”

Chloé whips her ponytail around in a move honed over years and walks out of the cafeteria. No one says anything as she goes. They probably all hate her even more than usual, not that Chloé really cares right now. She’s used to being hated, and she’s too drunk on the high of actually being in the right for once. Now to find Marinette and kick a spine into her.

“Chloé?” she hears as soon as she leaves the cafeteria. When she turns and sees Adrien standing behind the door, she can’t help but beam.

“Adrikins!” she chirps, immediately rushing to his side. When he gives her the same look that he gave Lila, however, she forces herself not to throw herself all over him. Maybe all she needed was to see someone else do it to realise. “Please tell me you don’t believe Lila and her awful lies!”

“I heard what you said in there,” Adrien says. “And I think you could’ve been nicer about it but…you were right. Everyone did wrong by Marinette.”

“Not you,” Chloé insists, looping their arms together to pull him in the direction of the bathroom, where Marinette’s probably hiding out. There’s really nowhere else she can be, since bathrooms seem to be a magnet for crying teenage girls. “You didn’t say anything mean to her, Adrien!”

“But I didn’t stand up for her,” Adrien says. He looks down, green eyes crinkled and mouth drooping, and the urge to slap Lila for all the trouble she’s caused grows even stronger in Chloé at the sight. “I should have said something. I should have offered to sit with her at the back of the class. I knew Lila had a problem with lying – I should have said something then –”

“And had her make you look bad too?” Chloé says. “Please. It’s not your fault.”

Adrien doesn’t say anything to that, so Chloé just harrumphs and hopes that an akuma doesn’t come flapping its way in because if Queen Bee has to beat on her Adrikins then there’s going to be hell to pay. When they finally reach the girls’ bathroom, he freezes on the spot.

“I can’t go in there!” he says. “I’m a boy –”

“Adrien, if Harry and Ron can go into the girls’ bathroom to save Hermione or make some potion, you can go in there and cheer Marinette up before she gets akumatised and wrecks the school,” Chloé says. Adrien stares at her. “What? I saw the movies. And I’m not as dumb as people think I am. Come on.”

“I never thought you were dumb!” Adrien protests as Chloé pulls him into the bathroom. There’s no one in there, but one of the stalls is closed and Chloé can hear faint sniffles from behind the door.

“Dupain-Cheng!” Chloé announces, her voice echoing off the tiles. “You better come out right now.”

“C-Chloé?” Marinette’s voice is thick and wet. “Go away. I can’t deal with you right now.”

“Marinette, Chloé’s here to help,” Adrien says soothingly, like he’s talking to an animal about to spook. Judging from the gasp from inside the stall, Chloé thinks she’s pretty spot-on with that simile.

Yes, she knows what a simile is. Just because she makes Sabrina do her homework doesn’t mean she doesn’t actually learn the stuff. She just can’t be bothered doing the work.

“A-Adrien?” Marinette squeaks. “But – but this is the girls’ –”

“Who cares what bathroom this is?” Chloé says. “Look, Marinette, I just lectured our whole class and made an enemy of Lila, so you’d better get out here this second.”

Honestly, it’s probably shock that gets Marinette to open her stall door, but Chloé doesn’t care what it is. All she knows is that the lurch in her gut at seeing Marinette with red-rimmed eyes and a wet face should not be there because she so doesn’t care about Marinette at all.

And yet, a small part of her can’t help wondering if this is how she’s made Marinette feel with her own meanness. It’s not exactly that good a feeling. Ugh, is this what it’s like to actually care about other people?

“You – you did that?” Marinette looks from Chloé to Adrien, seeking proof that Chloé’s telling the truth.

“She did,” Adrien says with a small smile. He unloops his arm from Chloé’s so that he can wrap it around Marinette, who squeaks and flushes brightly and accidentally pushes her damp handkerchief into Adrien’s chest. “Chloé was amazing. She told everyone exactly what they did wrong, especially how they could’ve just asked you about Jagged Stone’s kitten or Ladybug about being Lila’s friend. And she also made them see that it was wrong to not ask you if you could sit up the back because they all thought you were angry at Lila’s disability.”

“It wasn’t that!” Marinette bursts out. “I never said she didn’t have it! She just – and everyone believed her, when she’s done nothing but lie but I always help everyone – oh, I’m sorry!” She covers her face with her hands. “I shouldn’t be acting so entitled –”

“Marinette, shut up,” Chloé says. “You’re allowed to stand up for yourself.”

“Especially after everything you’ve done for everyone,” Adrien says. “I meant it when I said you’re our real-life Ladybug.”

The bell ringing at that moment drowns out Marinette’s squeak. Adrien looks around at the door, panicked.

“I can’t miss class,” he says wildly. “My father would be furious if he knew I skipped class to comfort a friend. But I can’t just leave Marinette –”

“Go to class, Adrikins,” Chloé says. “I’ll stay here and talk some sense into her. And the principal wouldn’t dare punish me for missing class or I’ll tell my daddy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please go!” Marinette lets out another squeak. “I mean, don’t go – I mean – I don’t want you to miss class because of me!”

Adrien looks torn but, with one last squeeze, he lets go of Marinette and heads for the door. As soon as he’s gone, Marinette squints at Chloé.

“Why are you doing this?” she says. “Why would you stand up for me?”

“Because I hate Lila more than I hate you,” Chloé says. Before she can launch into some speech about calling a truce because they both hate Lila’s lies, there’s the sound of fluttering and Marinette shrieks and jumps away from Chloé.

“Akuma!” the noirette cries, backing away into a corner of the bathroom.

“Damn it, Marinette, stop being upset!” Chloé snaps, her eyes flitting to the bathroom door so that she can make sure she’s got enough time to run if Marinette gets akumatised.

“I’m trying!” Marinette wails, waving her handkerchief in front of her. “I’ve tried breathing – I’ve tried thinking happy thoughts – but I can’t help it this time! I’m sorry!”

Okay, wow, Lila is so going to pay for this because Chloé totally didn’t sign up for an akumatisation today. She backs out of the room, determined not to be the first victim, but she pauses outside the door and peers inside when Marinette does something strange. As though resigning herself to the akuma, Marinette stops trying to get away and instead, yanks her earrings out and flings them into a corner of the bathroom a split second before the akuma hits her handkerchief. Chloé’s distracted from the oddness of the action by Marinette sliding to the floor, whimpering and tugging at her hair as a purple outline appears over her face.

“No!” she shouts. “Leave me alone, Hawkmoth!”

Wow, is Marinette actually going to fight this off? Chloé sure hopes so. Her nails were just done yesterday.

“I don’t want your power!”

But Chloé can see the exact moment when Marinette is overcome by Hawkmoth’s sheer will. Not that she can blame Marinette, really. Chloé’s been subject to it three times and she hadn’t even tried to fight (though to be fair, she’d been hit by Despair Bear and Dark Cupid the third time). Hawkmoth can be super persuasive, especially with all the negativity amplified by ten and surging through you when the akuma hits.

“This isn’t even my fault for once!” Chloé whines softly when Marinette’s head whips up, an uncharacteristically dark smile spread wide across her face, and she’s engulfed in dark purple and black from head to toe.

When the akuma magic fades away, the thing floating in the bathroom is nothing but an ugly mockery of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Her skin is now a blood red, her eyes still bright blue but the whites now burnt yellow. Her pigtails look sharper, more like downward-pointing horns, while she has little horns poking up that look like hair but, knowing Hawkmoth, are probably real horns. She’s wearing a black one-piece that ends in short shorts and T-shirt sleeves, with thigh-high black boots and gloves a darker red than her skin, with hearts cut out of the back of her gloves and dotting her suit. And on her back are little black devil wings, though they’re probably not keeping her afloat since they’re not flapping. It takes Chloé a moment to locate the akumatised handkerchief tied around Marinette’s throat like a cravat, and she’s just wondering if she can somehow grab it without getting herself hurt when Marinette lets out a loud laugh and floats to the door, slamming it open and sending Chloé crashing to the ground.

“I am Little Devil!” Marinette announces, her voice warped deeply and horribly from the voice that Chloé knows. Chloé idly notices that she has a narrow black tail, like Chat Noir’s but ending in a love heart-shaped point, just like the pitchfork she’s carrying. “You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.”

[gaygwenpool]

give me literally All Headcanon for that post for Mysterio p l e a s e (also, for the one of my choosing, whether or not you hc he commentates movies while watching them or insists on ABSOLUTE SILENCE)

:D!!! my sweet boy, BLESS you nonnie! 

◉ whether or not you hc he commentates movies while watching them or insists on ABSOLUTE SILENCE IS A FANTASTIC QUESTION IVE BEEN LITERALLY LAUGHIN ABOUT IT ALL DAY THANK YOU

   Both actually! if you try to comment on the plot or react to an actor, immediately you get rudely shushed with the most scorching glare because how DARE you, focus on the ~ART~ you heathen!!! but also the Moment a slightly more advanced special effect takes place, he is all hoppin on his seat excitedly explaining how it’s done and how genius that is, how would he improve on it and how another movie dealt with it, the dialogue for the big plot reveal goin on the screen be damned :’D Also as the movie advances, he starts gettin more and more into long passionate rants either complaining about the lack/surfeit of respect the creators got, how arrogant this one actor is and how he doesnt respect his cues and so on….. lots of the stuff he says is actually pretty interesting but yeah, if you counted on just enjoying the movie, tough luck 

   He really likes watchin movies with people but prefers to see the movie first on his own at least once, to really focus on it. Often, he will watch a movie in the livin room while others do their own thing and he will comment on the good scenes, however if you agreed to actually watch somethin with him and got distracted during screening or worse, was on your phone?? you are dead to him. (and you can expect some …unpleasant surprises in the upcoming days)   

im gonna put the rest under the readmore cuz this is gettin long ^^;;

[ask meme]

☾ - sleep headcanon

Beck is the UGLIEST sleeper, he is the worst. He snores loudly, drools, moves, KICKS, mumbles and has the most vivid wildest dreams. (it happens rarely but sometimes he’ll dream about somethin, wake up and for a while be convinced it actually happened, you know like when you dream about arguing with your friend and being mad at them the next day etc) On the other hand, sometimes, all his features relax, he loses the scowl and looks surprisingly peaceful and happy… oh and he hogs the blanket.  

His sleep schedule is a fuckin mess, he is able to go like the whole week on few hours of sleep total when he is workin on a project but other days he gets grumpy if he doesnt get his 10h of beauty sleep every night.. 

★ - sad headcanon

uhhh i dont actually have much sad stuff for this boy yet, he brings me so much joy that i dont have the heart for that :’’’D (also i like him and chameleon team ups and Dmitri brings enough angst to the table for the both of them)

He really actually died that one time and went to hell (though in Patchwork, im not gonna keep everythin about that Daredevil plot, i really like Mysti being dangerous and actually a worthy opponent but most of it was too fucked up for my tastes…) and well… it wasnt great :’D  it mostly targeted his insecurities about his own talent he buried so deep he almost stopped believing them, the lack of respect and recognition and him willingly throwing away any chance he had at those by becoming Mysterio and of course everything that happened with his ex Brick Johnson…

☆ - happy headcanon

blease consider: autistic Quentin !!!!!!

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

he doesnt have a hair trigger temper like Ock or Electro but Damn does this boy holds grudges over literally everything :’D lots of overcomplicated, carefully crafted revenge plots just for eating the last yogurt in the fridge… He gets frustrated easily, getting snappy and rude, especially if people are not listening to him, but it’s often about the pettiest things, the bigger stuff doesnt affect him as much.  

He doesnt enjoy violence for the sake of violence but he is not above it either, everythin is allowed for his big performance…… he can be quite a good n friendly boss if you listen to his orders and work well but can just as much set you up to die in an explosion, all while smiling and patting you on the back… 

✿ - Sex headcanon

my Mysterio is gay as hell but also somewhere on the ace spectrum… not sex-repulsed but definitely not a high drive either (he feels oddly smug about that, like look at those fools trying to get into each others’ pants, how pathetic, *I* in the meantime have time for things that Truly matter, like recreating every Xmen battle ever with only straws and gum.) 

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

listen, i basically grew up on those “the entire villain team lives in a single place - shenanigans ensue” fics so im not givin up on the Sinister Six HQ, okay. (Chameleon usually finds them a suitable house with enough rooms, as luxurious as their current fonds allow, and he prides himself in putting in lil personal touches that he knows the sin six members would enjoy, for Quentin it’s often very obscure movies, rare memorabilia from his favorite ones, stuff for his illusions, a stolen Oscar…) 

 When these are unavailable (aka superheroes got them busted) or when he aint in the middle of a crime job, he usually stays at one of the Cham’s safehouses (with or without him) and in a few of them, he already has his own dedicated room with some of his fav old tricks on display. Speakin of which, he has a BIG warehouse with most of his setups and stages or at least models. He doesnt really plan on reusing them but he likes having them all together 

♡ - romantic headcanon

((jakjgkfajga im a loser and ended up shippin him with Chameleon and everythin i’ve thought off so far is EMBARRASSING AND CHEESY AS FUCK :’’’’D so im gonna leave those for another time))

Beck being an Extra Bitch he is, lives for the Big Romantic Gestures like in the movies and he often gets so caught up in the prep he.. kinda disregards the person he was makin it for, the making of the effect means more for him than  the actual sentiment behind it… 

(ok maybe One mysteleon hc, while it pains him, Quentin knows Chammy Would Not Enjoy being a target of such grand display… he gotta be more subtle, creating a scene where he could play in disguise and dupe some superheroes mayhaps…) 

♥ - family headcanon

like 99% of the villains and their grandma, his family wasnt great, mum left when he was very young with another guy, his dad considered his passion for movies a great waste of time and let lil Quentin know how disappointed he was at every occasion both vocally and physically.. After the first few broken models and ripped tapes with stop animations that took weeks to complete, Quentin stopped tryin to impress and convince his father about the greatness of special effects.. He joined a boxing club and learnt some other martial arts but as soon as he could, he left to join a proper film school which led to his father dropping both financing and all contact with him. 

☮ - friendship headcanon

Im not even gonna start about Chameleon’s and Mysterio’s friendship because that shit is canon and i cry about it on a daily basis. 

Despite his penchant for Dramatics, the constant Need for Validation and Backstabbing and other Throwing Shit in the Fan just cuz it was narratively better, Quentin actually has quite a few friends? He gets along quite well with everyone from the Sin Six and many other villains and even has some ‘normie’ pals from the film industry or just neighborhood… 

One of his most surprising is actually Doc Ock with whom he gets along even outside of business partners/partners in crime basis. Though maybe not so surprising, Mysterio is quite vocal with his praises when he feels like they are deserved and Doc as well actually admires and recognizes Beck’s talent while it is still enough specific for him not to feel threatened in his superiority (once he tried to improve them and show them to Quentin with his usual arrogance and flair and that was the biggest fight they ever had and they werent on speaking terms for a loooong while after that… Oct cant stand not having the last word so he still modified some of Mysterio’s tricks even after that but he actually cares about their friendship enough to not tell Mysti about it.. Not like he would ever admit that to Quentin’s fishbowl face) 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

like 99% of everythin Mysti does is Somehow related to special effects/film or the Drama in general but my boy is a nerd in general, theater, books, comics, manga, roleplaying games, you name it. He especially likes flashy stuff obviously. 

He really enjoys learning new techniques and figuring out how to make something happen. When he was younger, he was viciously against CGI but later he started to sorta respect it as its own category that needs talent and effort… he still prefers to use the traditional techniques of course :’D (…as traditional as HYPNOTIZING PEOPLE WITH NEURAL GAZ IS) 

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

He has a very Complicated relationship with the film industry……. on the one hand, he loves the behind the scenes, the rush, the Action…. but on the other hand, he hates it with a fiery passion, everythin from how you get treated like dirt and the pretentious prizes being awarded just for the Big names and hollywood and everythin turning around the money an-…., he has a very long list and it is alphabetized. (While he has a point for many of those complaints, the fact HE himself never got any pretentious award remains probably the main issue…) 

he absolutely despises people making fun of D-grade shitty movies in the “this shitty horror is so cheesy and dumb it’s funny and i love it” way, either because the people workin on it were good and trying their best but the money or the producers etc ruined it (his experience) and then it’s an unfair critique or because the creators just didnt try hard enough and that’s even worse in his books and this movie should not get Any Attention much less a positive one.. 

he likes complaining and being snarky :’D he enjoys the challenge Spidey sets for them and loves playing tag with him (even when he loses..) He loves the prep before his big shows both alone or with help, the adrenalin when actually pulling it off and when he discusses it with Cham in details. He lives for the applause and recognition and ~Fame~ 

▼ - childhood headcanon

not as much as hc as adopting the Webspinners’ aproach: he spent most of his childhood daydreaming, hiding himself behind the stories and special effects….. not many friends aside from Betsy but he didnt really need them, he wanted audience not pals.. In the film school he started to be more social and communicative, he met Brick there and they started goin out… 

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

hhhhh im conflicted, there are like 3 comics where Q is retired because he has enough of superheroes beating him up and he Really doesnt want to go back to it.. I cant see him actually givin up on it totally tho… idk idk

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Like with sleep, it oscillates wildly. He can forget to eat when he is hypefocusin on a particular project (one single chip suffices as nourishment) or he just subsides on ramen for a month but on the other hand he is quite a capable cook. Nothing Extraordinary but he can make enough diverse simple meals. When livin with Chammy, they both enjoy eating out so they do that as much as the budget allows (so not that much, illusions arent cheap…) 

☼ - appearance headcanon

im still thinkin about that one post that described Quentin as a “toenail of a man” and i couldnt agree more :’D very short, pig nose, hairstyle à la Spock, stocky built and weirdly beefy, like this guy’s thigh is bigger than some heads… (for a nerd he is surprisingly strong what the fuck) 

All Mysterios are Good Mysterios but my preferred ones have a bigass ROUND fishbowl, the longest cape and somethin as a belt, preferably sash.. 

ൠ - random headcanon

he actually isnt….. that great of an actor nor director nor creator………………….. (im sorry baby i love you but it’s tru….) he unconsciously copies a lot of stuff he has seen elsewhere, he follows overused tropes, his work is packed with cliches and cheesy over the top pathos… his special effects mastery n creativity with workin out his illusions is absolutely INCREDIBLE dont get me wrong, it’s just… the plot/ideas……..  at first he lived in denial about this still believing 100% his work is Wonderful and Perfect and he is just a misunderstood author… later he decided to embrace it and he is livin the life now :D

[seafoam-mermaid]

This was my year in review

I went from maybe a month or two of hearing "I love you so much!!!!!! I can't wait until you're here my love!!!! You're the love of my life!!!! Baby I love you!!!!", to hearing "Fuck you! You stupid fucking ugly cunt, you bitch, you piece of shit", and every imaginable curse word in existence. Also, "I don't have the time for you, I'm too busy for you, why are you such a loser and a failure that clearly has too much time on her hands if you even have time to message me, get a real fucking job, your life is shit and you're shit and it's all your fault because you do nothing to change it", etc, Daily. It goes on and on.

One time I calmly asked 'Don't I deserve geunuine and exclusive love?' and all he replied was with 'Ok I'm going to block you because you're being so shitty.' This was routine. I was always 'being shitty' for literally everything that I said or did and I was always being threatened with being blocked. Silent treatments were routine, being cursed at was routine, having the phone hung up on me or purposely not answered at all was routine. I remember calling one time, and he answered but all I heard on the other line was this literal hissing say 'FUCK OFF!!!" before he hung up again. Being insulted and demeaned for every aspect of my being, for my appearance, for my job, for my personality and likes and dislikes, was all routine.

I can still hear his voice laughing at me and calling me 'ugly clown face' because he hated the way I do my makeup. He never even said it in a joking way, which even if he had been joking it still would have hurt, but he always said it in this bitterly lashing way, like he just desperately wanted to hurt me as much as possible and reduce me to tears, reduce me to nothing at all, just so he could get even angrier at me for being so 'pathetic and weak'. That 'he knew what he was talking about' and knew way more about makeup than I did because he had a sister that was a makeup artist, and that my makeup was definitely and objectively ugly and wrong.

He spent months telling me that I can't get a good job because my resume 'must be a total piece of shit' 'it must be so embarrassingly shit and a steaming pile of garbage' because I'm retarded and can't do anything right, and if I had just sent it to him like he told me a million times to do so before he would have already fixed it. One day I did finally send it to him and the only reply I got from him was 'why the fuck are you sending this to me?' And it was back to being ignored. He didn't fix it, didn't offer any suggestions or advice, didn't offer to work with me to improve it, nothing. Just silence like always.

One time he called me at four in the morning and I actually got out of bed and answered him like always, because I loved him and loved hearing from him even at four in the morning, even though I was groggy and disoriented and half asleep, only for him to rant and literally yell at me on the other line about how I had messaged him and 'bothered' him during the day, about why can't I see that he's so busy during the day and he doesn't have time for me and for my messages. But whenever I called him he rarely ever answered, and most of the time let the phone ring until it timed out, turned off his internet connection, or turned off his phone altogether. On the few occassions that he did answer, it would usually be a non-stop stream of yelling, curse words, and put downs on every aspect of my being.

When my dog died and I was devestated and inconsolable all he did was bring up an ex, talk about how her dog had dropped dead one day, and so that me losing my dog was 'no big deal', dogs die all the time and stuff like this happens all the time, also my dog 'was old', when I had already repeatedly told him that I in fact did NOT have an old dog and he was actually very sick.

I was legitimately scared of him most of the time.

How can people say that karma is real when it's clearly not? He's happy and madly in love with some other woman now and I'm still hurting and so miserable and completely alone for the holidays. I have never felt so alone in my life. He loves this woman so much that he's more than happy and willing to be step-father to her two children. He treats her right, builds her up, encourages her, gives her all of his time, all the things that he refused to do for me. He's never going to feel guilt or remorse for what he did to me. He's never going to even think of me ever again. Not once. I'm completely erased and forgotten, like I never existed to him at all. I would have given him real and genuine and exclusive love, I would have even gladly given him children and a real family of his own.

I loved him for real. I spent eight years of my life pouring all of my love and myself into this abusive guy. Everything that I did at the beginning of the year, all for fucking nothing. I kept thinking that if I just tried hard enough maybe he would one day love me too. I spent a good amount of my own personal money that I was not compensated for to send him the package that he wanted at the beginning of the year. So it would be nice for him. I went through the trouble and did all of that because I fucking loved him. When he would have never done the same for me. Instead I got dumped from one day to the next with no explanation whatsoever. In the eight years that I knew him I don't think he once ever wished me a merry christmas, a happy birthday, a happy new year. One of the last things he said to me was 'I don't want to hear your bullshit about how in love with me you are' . Those words are burned into my memory and my heart. That I spent eight years of my life pouring myself into someone that thought my love for him was 'total bullshit'.

Why was it not good enough? Someone please tell me why I was not good enough and why I deserved to be treated like this :'( Now I feel like I don't even have a right to my feelings because no one gets it, no one understands. It's just white noise at this point, some dumb girl crying over some shit guy, but to me it's much more than that. I feel ripped open and empty and invisible and lost and left behind and unheard.

Was I truly that horrible and awful? :'( Someone please tell me that I wasn't as absolutely horrible and awful and disgusting as he treated me and made me feel that I was.

This year was the worst of my life and I want to forget it forever. I want to have my memory wiped clean. I want to forget. I'm not coping. I try to tell myself that I am but I'm really not.

[katerina-khimera]

Years and years of working on my toxic behavior are useless. It ends today. I am now going to weaponize my worst traits against people I dislike. I hate people. I hate them so much. I especially hate most men. Hate hate hate

I can't even talk to any of my male family members without it being some competition for dominance. It's the worst. Just let me say no. Don't touch me. Fucker. How about this? If you want to make MY life a living hell how about I get in your head? Pathetic loser. Kill yourself. Fucking die. Please

Also fuck my head mentor on the robotics team for hitting on highschool girls and treating me like I'm a goddamn idiot. I'm smarter than him. Imagine being a pathetic loser who ruins a teen girls highschool STEM experience while being a full grown adult man. If I was that pathetic I'd fucking kill myself. I wish more people like that would. Imagine being 26 and bullying teen girls and creeping on them. Loser.

I'm GLAD I bitched to someone about my highschools robotics team in front of the faculty and they're considering shutting it down. Fuck them. Fuck that mentor. And fuck all the people who enabled that behavior. And fuck all the loser teen boys who just belittled me too. Fuck them. I hope they die! I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate the fact I was born with tits and a pussy and everyone treats me like some kind of blow up doll to fuck with. Fucking hate it. I want to set someone on fire.

[maenadkiara]

like, this isn't saying that i think he's particularly Good or anything. i despise a lot of his actions. i do think he's incredibly interesting and probably the most complex character in the show. From being crushed by expectation and accomplishment he's internalised, and is entirely characterized by, (from other people) to attain standards that are frankly impossible under capitalism, it's little bad choices by little bad choices that exponentially grow and he fucks himself over completely. And isn't that just so entirely human in its desperation and repetition? Sang-Woo and Ali are my favourite people on the show because of how human they are. Ali who retains all of his sense of kindness and humanity and trust in the goodness of someone who has treated him as an equal not as some "illegal alien" (as Han Mi-nyeo calls him) and is punished for it under a system that can't allow it, and Sang-Woo who knows how he has to play and adhere to a system to succeed and is ultimately destroying everything good in himself to do so. Sang-Woo who is pathetic and pitiable and tragic and cowardly and intelligent, calculating, manipulative, jealous, being a sore fucking loser, all qualities that are brought out, encouraged, and exemplified by a environment and condition that forces those characteristics to take centre stage above positive qualities like his sincerity, conviction, gentleness, warmth, care, filial love, supportiveness, ambition, acceptance of others and so on. Or uses those typically positive qualities in very negative ways. I think his interactions with others are super telling - it's in regards to their treatment of him. Despite being childhood friends, how can Sang-Woo feel close to Gi-Hun when his introduction to people is "this guy is so great because he's intelligent and went to this great university, is the pride of the neighbourhood etc etc" when these are all 1. sources of shame, 2. sources of his crushing expectation to live up to these standards 3. sources of his skewed identity. He can only ever be these things otherwise, who the hell is "Sang-Woo"? .. all of this, as opposed to Ali who eventually treated Sang-Woo as just.. Sang-Woo, where Sang-Woo actively encouraged Ali to just treat him as a normal person, not anyone special, and they became closer because of that. i'm going to leave this here bc i'm a teeeny bit tipsy. I could say so so much more about this character holy shit. I think he's fantastically written, i don't really begrudge anyone for disliking him, i don't think he's supposed to be particularly likeable, but he is the example of person under extreme conditions who chooses his own survival and he's hated bc of what he did to characters we had grown attached too in a game designed for there to only be one survivor. Otherwise, every single character we love has "blood on their hands" for choosing their own survival. Do people think it's "fair and square" that Ali won therefore Sang-Woo had to die? Literally no.. because the entire point is that these games are rigged there is the illusion of choice, no one should have had to die in the first place. Like, the "villain" of Squid Game is not Sang-Woo, it is quite literally the people running the games u kno, the voyeuristic exploitative VIP billionaires, who are literally running these murder games for fun, because they're bored, they have so much money and it's so tragic and sad how bored they are so they should do something like kill poor and vulnerable people for fun. Yeah those guys are the real villains, and they're not actually all that fictional.

Sang-Woo being my favourite character in Squid Game is very on brand for me.

[omnicat]

I did not enjoy the third Thor movie much

It's a good thing my investment in the MCU was at an all-time low going in, or I probably would have come out of this movie really, really upset.

There were parts I quite liked. The story was fine. I'm cool with most of what happened, and where the movie leaves most of the characters. But the execution was everything I've been hoping against hope for almost two years it WOULDN'T be.

If you were always embarassed that the Thor movies were what they were and thought they would be better as GOTG movies with slightly nicer characters, you're gonna love this movie. If you wanted a Thor trilogy-closer that jives in tone and spirit with the previous two installments, better start lowering your expectations now. You know how some people complain that the first two Avengers movies had too many "Whedonisms"? This was so, so, SO much worse.

The jokes they shoehorned into the very end of the climax and the denouement are like a crash course on how to completely destroy any emotional impact you might have gotten out of what could have been the most poignant ending of an MCU movie to date. What happened in that one scene in the Bifrost chamber earlier on was so insultingly flippant I could only sit there with my jaw slack for the next couple of minutes, unable to believe that I'd really seen what I'd just seen and they were just going to leave it at that. Hela was only allowed to be intimidating half of the time; the other half, she was the worst kind of bumbling, rambling loser (a trait shared by practically everyone in this movie).

It was supposed to be funny. I did not find it funny.

(Hela could have been so fucking magnificent. Even her inability to string two sentences together without falling all over herself could have been a fascinating point of characterisation that only made her more terrifying. But no, instead of an unstoppable force of nature whose mental and emotional faculties were twisted and crippled by millennia of solitary confinement, who was aware of her newfound communicative incompetence and very clearly could or did take out her frustration with that on anyone who looked at her funny for it, she was just a pathetic weirdo who made a lot of pointy things happen. I DO NOT ENJOY HAVING TO REWRITE CANON TO THIS EXTENT JUST TO FIND SOMETHING ENJOYABLE IN IT.)

His fight scenes were fine for the most part, but outside of it Hulk and Bruce were as boring as ever. Doctor Strange was annoying and his gloves looked ridiculous, and the only part of his segment I enjoyed was when Thor got his umbrella back at the end.

Valkyrie was a consistent highlight, thank fuck, though she benefited hugely from being new to the MCU and thus having no previous appearances to live up to. And the way her history unfolds makes me so, so pissed off that Sif didn't get so much as a split-second cameo or a two-word namedrop. I understand that Sif's actress was busy starring in a tv show and didn't have time to film an in-depth exploration of the mind-bogglingly vast array of potential storylines that could have come from Sif + Valkyrie interaction, but that still doesn't excuse how this movie "solves" that problem by simply treating Sif like she never fucking existed. With an ending like this movie had, YOU CANNOT FUCKING DO THAT. HOW COULD YOU BE SO FUCKING LAZY. DID YOU EVEN TRY?!

I think anyone who's followed me long enough to remember the Thor glory days can guess that I was never even all that interested in Sif, but like Yin in the Darker Than Black sequels, I AM SO OUTRAGED ON HER BEHALF I CAN'T EVEN.

The way Sif went up into thin air almost bothers me more than the way they wrote Jane out, and that was bullshit of the highest order. Spoiler that's not worth keeping mum about: Jane dumped Thor. No, we don't get a single word explaining why. She just dumped him. End of.

I said this when there were rumors about it going around before The Dark World came out and I'll say it again: breaking up a couple off-screen after they've spent two and a half movies just trying to be able to properly hook up in the first place and haven't gotten to do anything else yet is SHITTY FUCKING WRITING. Pepperony sort-of broke up off-screen before Civil War, and it didn't bother me! Because we were told why, and it was a logical extension of all the issues they'd been having as an established couple for the past two movies, and even then the "break-up" was explicitly a work-in-progress!

But Thor and Jane don't get any of that. Every rando on the planet apparently knows that Jane dumped Thor, because some nameless extra asking for a selfie in the middle of the street is a totally logical and not at all forced source of this not at all pointless revelation, but telling us how or why? LOLOLOLNO, let's just "funnily" have Thor get defensively cagey about who dumped who.

Thor and Jane's break-up doesn't even get to serve any fucking purpose. There's no new love interest to make room for. Thor doesn't die. There's only one movie between this and Infinity War, so even while trying to avoid giving anything away about the ending, I think it's safe to say that Thor will make his way back to Earth in little more than six months time.

I really don't want to give away the ending here, but AAARRRRGGGHHHHH WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT re: Jane and Thor breaking up in that light. >:|

And no, for the millionth time, Jane's actress did not refuse to work with Marvel again. She was never invited back in the first place.

The only good thing about this development is that it makes it easier to write canon-compliant Loki/Jane fic, but I never expected that shit to be canon-compliant in the first place, so that's a sorry consolation prize.

...I mean, FUCKING SERIOUSLY. Thor spent two years moping and pining about Jane and the entire last movie fretting over her, but now the only thing they show him feeling at the break-up is that Jane dumping him was a blow to his ego?! WHO THOUGHT THAT WAS OKAY.

I just... I can't believe I'm going to have to put up with this movie being the way it is forever. That, going off of their business model so far, this is how my first favorite branch of the MCU has ended, and there's no do-over. I keep thinking to myself "I hope someone makes a fanedit that cuts away all the cringy, out-of-place attempts at humor that bothered me so much", but even if they did, in a lot of cases that probably still wouldn't magically create the impact I did want all those ruined and interrupted scenes to have. They'd just fall flat in a different way.

I've never actually come out of an MCU movie disliking more than maybe one or two small, isolated, easily ignored parts of it before. I am not enjoying the fact that of all the movies it could have been, it had to be this one.