#yes I'm one of those bitches that writes my fics physically and then types them up don't @ me

[zolo-san]

heyo ya girl finally finished Dressrosa last night✌️

did not think I was going to come out of that arch a lawlu shipper but here we are folks~

[a-traveling-void-human]

Prompt I stole from Reddit and implied tons of BKDK to!!

[Part two: Mentors!]

This trope is very universal, and what I meant is that this prompt came from alot of people so uh- yeh. Still if you feel I stole your brain juice, give me a call! (Ngl this idea is kinda mostly my own thoughts but I digress)

One of my favorites Izuku-centric ideas that came out of Reddit are always those that explore the "smart mastermind" potential that Deku has, but the thing is. I always crave BKDK in it somehow, EVEN IF IT'S JUST IMPLIED!! I am obsessed I know, but hey! What chu can do with that lmao? So, What if Kacchan is ALSO involved in the chaos?

Nezu! 🐁🤍

Ah yes! Mentor (Parental) Nezu is another favorite trope of mine to read! I'm not sure why I liked it so much since Nezu as a character is not really a fleshed out character in MHA as far as I know and mostly he's seen as the villain in some fics which.. is sad really. BUT the fics that's I've read so far under the tag of Mentor Nezu is ALWAYS fun to read!

Example:

Zutopia

Substitute (Series)

We be Gremlin

And probably more because I have a memory of a gold fish

Usually fics that has Mentor Nezu are fics with td/dk and Shinsou or the three of them. Which, is not what I wanted.. and the ones with Kacchan only have him there? Like, sure. Most of these fics are Deku centric but I'm kind of interested at the idea of Kacchan is also present and being Mentored.. So I'm making an idea of my own! Maybe I'll write it down- or someone can pick it up.. who knows!

Plot for "The world is our Playground"

Katsuki. The one with the strong quirk, the one with a brash personality. The Golden goose of Aldera. That kid. Yeah, Katsuki doesn't like that fucking title.

Sure, all that is true but it doesn't mean he wants to be remembered, but only with that? Sure, being remembered with a powerful quirk means he will eventually be the number one once he's a hero.. right?

One day though during his middle school years, something interesting happened. While he was walking home with the extras, he saw something alarming in a guy. Everyone seemed to find the person normal but his hunches have always never been wrong and Katsuki is so tempted to just blast the guy up off his face. Obviously he can't. 

So, he did the next best thing. Memorise the person's appearance and send the information to a trusted source. 

Something that others seemed to overlook when it comes to Katsuki is that, he might be brash and full of himself, he is also very dang observant. He won't remember your name, but that doesn't mean he forgets your face.

Then there's a matter of sending this information to. Katsuki knows that the police force will just ignore this information.. and honestly, Fair enough. Even with Katsuki's pride, he knew that people call his people analysis skill just a mere "hunch". Then again, if he could be a hero like this, then why the fuck not start now? He thought of it on his way back home, (ignoring the extras,) then typing a report for the specific facial features, reason why the report exists and sending it straight to UA. After He's done, he continues with his routine and fucking ignoring whatever he had done earlier.

The next morning, he woke up and did his usual Saturday routine. Nothing new, nothing interesting, until he fucking saw the news. The guy. That's the fucking guy Katsuki saw just yesterday being charge for sexual assults of many woman down street. Apparently, the bitch had a quirk where he could change his face in a time frame of 24 hours and Katsuki just so happened to report the bitch ass right on the 1 hour mark. The guy got arrested 5 hours later.

Holy shit this is a fucking victory. Sure, he didn’t physically catch the bastard but he did inform whoever was in charge at that time. Katsuki felt the high of achieving something good and now he REALLY wanted to do it again. So it becomes somewhat of a routine that has been happening for months. Katsuki loves it. He might not get the fame but, he could probably put this in his resume. Katsuki was about to start his usual walk around the city, (that he calls an unofficial hero patrol), when suddenly his phone buzzed. Didn't he put it in silence?

Whatever, he'll just answer and continue his usual routine. 

that's where I will left off the plot for now.. To be honest this fic Idea has been rotting in my brain that it started to smell.. stinky. A friend of mind told me that there's an actual Manga of MS! Kats and Izuku working with each other which I will read if I ever decide to actually write this story.

And She also mentioned that I need to explain more of Katsuki's thought process when he does his "Hunch" moments. Which OH BOY I'm so up to research. I love humans expressions- and I really want to learn how to portray it both of my art and writing.

Key points of the plot.

Note: These plot points doesn't make sense and these points mostly focuses on HOW they become chaotic scary gremlins together.

Nezu taking Izuku as his personal student at the age of 9 (Fucking bizarre I know.

Katsuki starting his new routine of observing people in the city.

Nezu taking Katsuki after a month of Kat's hunch routine bullshit

Nezu telling Katsuki he knew he was the one who sent the anonymous report, that instead of doing things on his own, he could take him in officially as another of his personal students. Katsuki of course accepts.

Then Nezu started his first task for him titled, “Redemption.” This confuse Kats-

Then oh.. his other student is.. Deku.

Task Redemption is Katsuki's trial of being Nezu's student. Izuku deems this task unnecessary but Nezu won't take bullies into his school, but he also doesn't want a waste potential in a student. Nezu deemed that Katsuki can still learn so he also tasked Izuku with the task of his own. Task of Confidence. (This fic is a crack yes but I like to think that even if Katsuki did stupid shit, he was still a kid. So he deserves punishment but not his future being taken away from him.)

Task of Redemption: Observe your behaviour and realise your mistakes. (Basically he needs to back track his behavior and slowly realize his terrible behavior.. on his own. Nezu could have just thrown this boy to therapy but my Rat has his reasons)

Task of Confidence: Mimics someone's confidence to make it your own. (This task is so easy for Izuku... "Kacchan Sugoi!" and All that. But I think what Nezu meant by Mimicking, is to PUT those learning into his own personality.)

The two tasks are long period tasks that will act like a long time project. It will end once Nezu deems it so. He will also give the two cases to solve or work to learn and other things.

The tasks will take at least a year in a half to finish. After a long one sided screaming match, to actual brawl between the boys, the two started to finally talking and eventually being actual friends again. (This development kind of shocks Aldara and kind of tries to separate the boys because of it, which made Nezu plans to destroy the school.) By this time Izuku and Katsuki are best friends again, with rivalry the size of Mount Fuji, (Nezu encourages the rivalry and even hands them a point system).

Izuku still gets OFA in this AU, but with Nezu also being a part of the mentoring and Katsuki knowing from the start. (All Might does not know that though.)

Then Nezu gave them another Task. This time, it's a collaboration.

Theatrics of trust and lies

Izuku and Katsuki have to act like how they used to. No one can know their true relationship in the hopes of actually giving false assumptions of their true nature and learning to trust others while in the act. (Like how the fuck do you fool someone while LEARNING how to trust someone? Like, what chu mean by that Nezu??)

Basically Izuku and Katsuki have to fool everyone in the school while learning who they could trust for the future. This fucking task does not make sense and when Katsuki ask just that, Nezu just smiles and laughs and said. “The teachers of UA have been informed that I already picked two students as my personal students and I challenge them that if they could find them, they'll get a raise!”

“So in short, you want us to fuck with everyone's day?”

“Exactly!”

“That sounds delightful sir!”

“Hell fuckin yeah!”

Yeah, Nezu, Izu and Kats are chaotic in this story. You can tell that this is an ABSOLUTE CRACK STORY and honestly I'm tempted to name this fic the "Who can make Aizawa have a seizure the fastest this week?".

Nezu thoughts of the boys and plot kinda

Obviously Nezu sees them as his wonderful personal students. He mostly was fond of, Only, Izuku at first. I mean come on, the boy is smart, kind and has a heart of a hero.. but his self-image needs to be changed. Then there's Katsuki who he didn't even want to bring to UA after knowing what he did to Izuku. (Btw this is pre-slash and both boys are still in the start of middle school so Katsuki hasn't said the infamous line. He probably won't say it in this AU.) Yet Izuku still sees something in him and honestly? He trusted Izuku's judgment and decided to let Izuku message him to come and meet the principal himself in person. Of course he also grew fond of Katsuki and honestly he's now glad that the two are both his students before he have to watch him be an actual students in his school but not directly teaching them.

He also kept the fact that he have personal students a secret. Mostly wanting to get the HPSC out of his hair.. like how is he going to explain that the "Infamous wonder duo" are literal children he teaches? He's sure that they'll take his kids away and no thank you for that!

Nezu loves teaching the boys! He really do! So what if his teaching methods are "immoral?" Making sure society are in the hands of the capable future is what Nezu wants in the end! (Ah yes, nothing beats the "How to rule the country" talk during Tea.)

Little facts for Izuku in the main timeline

Still stutters but not as much.

He yaaaps more that he now knows at least 2 people will listen.

Secretly also loves the drama, but listens more when it comes to telling the story. Kacchan can explain it better anyway! Though he also will throw gasoline to an already burning fire.

"Kacchan Sugoi" is still apart of his vocabulary

Both Katsuki and Him are a menace in school. When they get along again, they'll always team up and will obliterate every other team left and right. The worst part is that no one can complain or separate them.

Is somewhat fit before OFA. Him and Katsuki has been training together

A wolf in sheep clothing (Nezu corrupt him) Still a hero of course.. but he will not be as merciful, when he reveals every dirt and skeletons you have hidden.

Great at acting. Sometime too great.

Focuses on Hacking and Learning information through datas.

Befriend Hatsume Mei along the way.

What's make Izuku and Katsuki different in terms of observing others is that, Izuku's specializes in Quirk observations which makes him also great at reading people but not as good as Katsuki.

Little facts for Katsuki in the main timeline:

Caring in his own way

Don't let his attitude fool you, he fucking loves drama. Nezu and him have tea over talking shit about other people. (Izuku is never in this line of topic)

A listener most of the time but also a yapper when it comes to certain topics.

Told himself that, "No Katsuki. You are not as insane like the Rat and Nerd! You're there because you NEED to make sure they both don't fucking die or worst, rule society without me." While in reality he is also chaotic.

Still admires All Might, but wants to fucking kick him in the NUTS.

Great at acting. Of course, Nezu teaches them both.

Still have temper issues but Nezu encourage his temper to be used into something good so they're working on how.

Still felt guilty about what he'd done to Deku.

His personality has mellowed down somewhat but still is as rude as ever.. just not around Deku and Nezu.

Between Izuku and Katsuki, Katsuki looks and had a different aura when silent. Like, he's usually loud... so when he's silent?

Focuses on Learning information through observation or word of mouth. People watching basically. Of course he can hack and decode shit like Izuku so sometimes the two switch positions when it comes to gathering information

That's the story plot so far. I apologize if this doesn't came out good but I really do like the idea of it! But between college and my brain being an asshole, I can't keep this idea in any longer. For now, I'm going to name this AU, the Chaos Duo.

I'll edit any mistakes if I see one.. for now I want to nap.

[existslikepristin]

In your own opinion which idol needs more smut?

Last time I got an ask like this I said Momoland. That's, uh, somewhere in my archives.

(Btw since this ask is specifically about smut, expect some NSFW talk.)

This time the question is for a single idol... That's rough. There are a ton of idols who need to be written IMO. But I'm gonna say

Kim "YR" "Katie" Yerim... AKA Yeri (of Red Velvet)

So one of my favorite things to do is put a spotlight on lesser-known idols, but I've got a bone to pick with Kpop smut writers. And that bone is: Why the fuck is Yeri (effectively) ignored in the context of Red Velvet smut?

To preface: The rest of Red Velvet is smut-worthy. They're hot/cute/pretty. They're talented. Etc. But proportionally, Yeri gets very little attention. Even Wendy, Red Velvet's official visual hole (which is not my personal opinion, it is LSM's marketing strategy, hashtagWendyIsHotAwareness) appears in more than twice as many M-rated fics as Yeri on AFF according to a simple tag search. From personal experience looking for Yeri smut, for a majority of those fics she appears in, she is cameo character to justify using her name to pad out the fic's tags. You get this to a certain degree with Joy as well, but the difference is less stark, and Joy is less often relegated to background character status. If you ask me, this disparity is a tyrannical injustice and here's a list of reasons why you should join the very real crusade that I will eventually probably start for Yeri to get more smut written about her.

1. Yeri is hot as fuck.

I don't know if you've noticed, but Yeri is hot as fuck, and that's a pretty good reason for you to write smut about her. Are the other members of RV hot? Yes. BUT... is Yeri hot? Yes. And you know she is. She is not only hot, but she has little to no reservation about proving it.

Surprise, mother fucker. Yeri has an ass. It may not always seem like it because she's top heavy, but she definitely has an ass.

Don't try to pretend you weren't already thinking about her god-like tits. Without even being obscenely large, they are capable of changing the center of gravity. Of your eyes. To make you look at them. Because she has boobs. Does your bias have boobs? Don't answer that. I didn't THINK SO. Haha, gottem.

She's got the Squirtle lip, implying she is a water type, implying she is constantly wet and/or a squirter and/or lactates probably. She puts out house fires while wearing sick shades.

As someone with half a foot fetish and an expert opinion, I can also confirm she has the cutest feet in Red Velvet and is in at least the top 5 overall for idols as a whole.

Of course, given how blisteringly hot Yeri is, there are many more physical characteristics that I could cover here, but Tumblr has an image limit and I already spent too long making the collages above while my rapokki gets cold.

2. Yeri cusses.

I love when idols swear in English and this is my list so you can fuck off you gosh damn cunt.

Seulgi is what we call a coward.

3. We stan a horny queen.

We've all seen the clips. "Hi, I'm Katy. Nice to meet you." and "Yeah, I like girls... GENERATION." These were clearly what we call in the biz a panty drop and a gay panic, respectively. Yeri loves porn, sleeps naked, and has at minimum depending on how you count sixteen confirmed kinks (including a foot fetish, voyeurism, degradation/humiliation, something about vampires, and many more). She is a pansexual (meaning sexual toward anyone, though she may also have sexual feelings for kitchenware), gender fluid, ethnodiversity-appreciating switch. With all of the above in mind, she is obviously willing to fuck anyone in any way and if you write about it, she will surely find/read/enjoy it. Also she would have the longest, thickest futa dick in Red Velvet, a fact which is not up for debate.

4. She's not a massive bitch.

Don't @ me, Irene stans. It's a joke and I am exaggerating. Every celebrity of every caliber is under a lot of interpersonal/social stress guaranteed to manifest at random intervals as behavior ranging from mildly to severely antisocial.

But no really, Yeri is a pretty normal person. For as much as you can be if you're an extremely successful idol and influencer, Yeri's kinda normal. She still fangirls over stuff, she regularly shows gratitude, and she's not afraid to be seen as a regular human being, illusion of idol perfection be damned. She actually exhibits more emotional diversity than your average can of grapes, which cannot be said about a looot of idols. Maybe you should write emotional fluff about her too. You can't spell fIuffery without using all the letter's in Yeri's name. And honestly, why would you even try? (In case you missed it, that was a capital i, and was extremely clever)

5. Yeri is a meme idol, and she's funnier than you.

Yeri is an effortless comedian. Seriously, you should appreciate that more. She tries really hard to make you laugh, and you swine don't seem to appreciate them pearls.

If you write like I do, the fact that she's so fucking hilarious is extremely helpful and inspiring.

So yeah.

Also, if you want an idol to write who just doesn't have like nearly enough smuts in an overall sense, write Yooa. I know this was a rant about Yeri, but Yooa is also cool and hot.

[meyeselph]

Gwenpool: Desperate Misanthrope's Confused Angst

Showtime

Ms. Pool woke up in a familiar room. Not in Krakoa - there are no mutants around. This isn’t a story about that. Look, honestly, without an actual Gwenpool series and the constant breaks in her comics appearance I can’t even begin to give a fuck. I cancelled my marvel universe subbie. I might get back to my stories but single issues are iffy. I read fast and don’t pore over the artwork. So I get 10 minutes of entertainment for….FIVE DOLLARS? When did this happen? Jeezus.

Who even reads comics anymore?

Anyway, long story short, Gwen got out of bed and recognized the room as her old one from the “old times.” The dark times. The ‘not running around in pink and white outfits and shooting people’ times. She panicked (Been there. It is what it is though). The only way out of trauma is through.

She dressed in old clothes, immediately hit by old smells, she couldn’t help but cry. Was it all a dream? Have I gone insane (again)? All the usual self doubts cropped up. I mean, really, if you think this kind of thing didn’t pass through her mind regularly why don’t you transport yourself to a comic book universe?

Oh, you can’t?

Oh. It isn’t actually possible for you and I’m stupid for suggesting it. So, yeah. If it actually happened and you kept that attitude then the logical assumption for a normie is a mental breakdown. Trick for Gwen, though, is it's probably always been both real and her being nuts.

So she goes downstairs to the kitchen to figure out why this is happening and Evil Gwen is having cereal. Let's say cocoa puffs. I’ve been thinking about those recently. You ever remember cereal as something worth cherishing. Not as just bullshit that TV convinced you to want? God damn, now I want Cookie Crisp. Cookie Crisp wasn’t even ever that good. Why do I want Cookie Crisp?

So also sitting around the table were the faceless versions of her father, mother, and her brother. Just chilling. No BD. Seen Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind?

Yes, I know that references aren’t jokes - fuck you, I’m painting a picture and I CAN’T PAINT, THAT’S WHY THIS ISN’T A COMIC. Fucks sake. Anyway. So, Gwen is so creeped out that she just sits her butt down by Evil Gwen as if she’s the comforting presence here.

Her name’s too long. Let’s call Evil Gwen uh…….Gren. You know, like Grendel from Beowulf. I haven’t actually read Beowulf and this is all a little confusing but I'm solving problems here. Writing this is harder for me than you would think so it’s best to keep things flowing off the cuff. That’s the Gwenpool™ style anyway, isn’t it? Are you laughing yet? IMPROV. “YES AND” MY SHIT, READER!

“So, you ever really look into the retconned past thing, hun?” Gren said, moving her tongue around her food. Being gross as an attempt to be properly evil. She swallowed before continuing. “This is all I could really put together on short notice but i’m pretty sure what the future people created, all that stuff to try and trick you, it was all bullshit.”

“What do you mean? Are you trying to convince me to go all psycho like you again?” Gwen asked, exasperated, realizing she was now back in the whole ‘fuck with Gwen to decide her fate’ song and dance routine from the end of her first arc.

“Nah, not really.” Gren said. A hammer appeared in her hands out of nowhere and Gren swung it into their fake father’s head, snapping his neck..

“DAD!” Gwen instinctively cried as she saw her father’s body slump to the floor. Gren slapped Gwen’s face. “That’s it,” Gren said, “this is what the trick was.This is a poorly created character in a fictional story. Meant to manipulate you into attaching your concept of “father” to it. Even his finished version in the original comics run wasn’t THAT well drawn. Your dad read like a boomer’s idea of a responsible parent. You were going through a mental crisis and struggling to find purpose in life and his genius idea was get a shitty low paying job and suck it up?”

Gren turned to their brother, pushed his face to the table and smashed the back of his skull. . “Brother dearest, too. Going right along with their victim blaming. He gaslighted you as if what you were going through was just you being ‘irresponsible.’ Bitch, people working a minimum wage job aren’t somehow not impoverished and miserable because they get some of that ‘honest work’ that folks keep badgering on about. Minimum wage work is occupied by many physically and mentally disabled people held hostage; they’re people society only pretends to care about. Then they turn it all into you acting like some world ending threat. No questions about what drove you to the edge in the first place. You are just ‘unstable,’ so you’re just a problem to be solved. They say, ‘Let’s all solve this girl being upset and on edge by ruining her concept of self, reality, and memory.’ Brilliant!”

Gwen barely processed this in horror. Gren then slit the poor facsimile of their mother’s throat while continuing to rant, “You see people die all the time, Gwen. Half of the time you are doing the killing. You do it because it’s in a story. In a story the NPCs don’t matter and, after all, your original schtick in the story was to be kill-crazy. The non-marketable characters can be replaced or retconned at the stroke of the artist’s pen.” Gren leans forward as she pulls a Gwenpool mask over Gwens face. “Then the writers convince you that you have some middle class milk toast family and you take abuse and subsume your emotional needs because the problem MUST be you. You aren’t ‘normal’ so you have to be fixed.”

Gwen wiped her eyes over the mask and sighed. A bit of fire filled her gut as she stared at Gren. “So fucking what? You want me to go on a killing spree and be a big time villain to get myself a nice, shiny permanent big bad status? That’s how I stay around right? Just build my legacy on bodies?”

Gren scoffed “You already lost that fight, girly. Where do you think we are? Because this ain’t Marvel Comics.”

Confused, Gwen blinked and tried reaching for the page margins, finding nothing. Wait….why was everything on this page so ill defined and undetailed? Wait? Why was the story in kinda wobbly third person past tense?

Gwen sighed “Oh. I’m in a fanfic. I guess the publishing fight is for another day eh?”

“My advice, personally,” Gren stated, “is that you consider the lobster.”

“Wait, what the fuck?”

Gren pulled aside the kitchen curtains revealing the face of a giant lobster, its claws tapping on the glass. The lobster muttering gutterally about personal responsibility.

“Because there’s a couple thousand giant lobsters outside that would like to claw you until you read their book.”

--

Scared of Girls

On the rooftop, Gren shoved a high powered rifle into Gwen’s hands while she handled the close range threats. So, this conversation they’re about to have is important. Sniping puts Gwen into a sort of zen space, so that’s a better task to keep her focused, after all.

“So, what? You wanted me to internalize that my “origin story” is bullshit? Okay, what does that accomplish, then?” Gwen asked in a bit of a deadpan. She was so tired today. Not really feeling her happy go lucky energy. More like a “happy go fucky” energy. It was hard to always be on a knife's edge. Still the rifle’s kick into her shoulder was satisfying as she blew through two of the creepy looking lobsters at once. “Also, why the lobsters?”

Gren considered this. “Okay, last question first, I had to experiment a lot and do a lot of research to construct this place for your learning and healing in fanfic form....These buddies are a failed experiment of mine that I repurposed because the fic needed more action. Isn’t that right, giant enemy crap?” As she peppers the nearest goon with a hail of shotgun pellets the entire throng of them burst out, sharply muttering about divine symbols.

“As for what I'm trying to teach you, it’s that you aren’t reaching your potential.” Gren grumpily huffed.

“Duh,” Gwen reloads, “I mean you just killed a mannequin version of the voice in my head that says that to me every day.” one of those crustaceans talks about feminine symbolism while she decides on her next target.

“Not like fake daddy’s ‘Be a responsible member of society by paying your taxes’ type of potential. I mean your creative and emotional potential.” Gren flipped off the slavering throng of monsters, noticing they were starting to keep their distance from the roof.

“I never did finish that fanfic idea I had.” Gwen mused.

“God, don’t mention that,” Gren thrusts a finger at Gwenpool. “Not that I don’t respect fanfic, but when comic book writers make you and Kamala squee about fanfiction to try and relate to “the kids” it comes across as so condescending.”

“Really? I mean…..I'm sure it’s meant as support for the concept?”

“Most fucking superhero comics are just legalized fanfiction! The people who created the characters are either long gone or working on someone else’s characters! They just think they are so much better because they got fucking paid. They can’t imagine themselves as on the same playing field as fanficcers even though most of them have the same level of connection to the roots of the work as anyone else.” Gren groused loudly as she seemed to pull Reed Richards out of nowhere.

Confused, Reed looked around until his eyes met Gwen’s.“Oh great, you again.” Reed groaned as he turned to survey the piles of lobster gibs while Gwen cheered the lobster forces’ retreat with a resounding “EDF, EDF!”. The scattered creatures skittered amongst the bland scenery. It looked like a suburban neighborhood but someone forgot to color in the sky….or write that the sky had color. A castle hung out in the distance breaking up the generic normalcy and lay cloaked in shadow despite being surrounded by an endless white void.

“And…..black….you?” Reed pointed to Gren, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I have an evil future self….well I stopped that future so it’s an….evil...alternate timeline self?” Gwen said with a nervous chuckle, abandoning the kill quest for the minute and rested her rifle on the roof.

“Ah. Yeah I’ve been down that road. It’s a rather common occurrence. Multiverse being what it is.” Reed laughed heartily while putting his hands on his hips.

“I’m not sure I’m evil, honestly,” Gren interjected. “I think I’m just really fucking grumpy and I’m slightly more gung-ho on the homicide. Considering Gwen’s already one of the more kill crazy characters on the roster it’s not that much of a distinction.” Gren flipped her cape. “My main distinction is I don’t like that meme from The Incredibles! You can just make it so the cape detaches automatically when it’s pulled hard enough!”

“You could still have it tangled up around your face.” Reed pointed out in his standard know-it-all fashion.

“Don’t make me go into fuck wife mode, stretch.” Gren spat. “Okay, anyway, so I brought him here to illustrate a point. Reed. Explain particle physics to me as a laymen.”

“Huh...i’m not sure why but okay. Particle physics (also known as high energy physics) is a branch of physics that studies the nature of the particles that constitute matter and radiation. Although the word particle can refer to various types of very small objects (e.g. protons, gas particles, or even household dust), particle physics usually investigates the irreducibly smallest detectable particles and the fundamental interactions necessary to explain their behaviour. In current understanding, these elementary particles are excitations of the quantum fields that also govern their interactions. The currently dominant theory explaining these fundamental particles and fields, along with their dynamics, is called the Standard Model. Thus, modern particle physics generally investigates the Standard Model and its various possible extensions, e.g. to the newest "known" particle, the Higgs boson, or even to the oldest known force field, gravity.” Reed rattled this off rather mechanically.

Gren then took out her phone and showed Gwen the Wikipedia article on “Particle Physics,” which is naturally the same words that Reed had regurgitated above, just without any formatting and, again, on a phone.

“Reed can’t be a genius in any subject unless he’s written by a genius in that subject. That’s how stories work. Everyone is limited by the understanding and capabilities of the writer. Same with your origin story and all the people you’ve interacted with. If you are as ‘meta’ as you think you are then you have to realize that you aren’t actually talking to people. You are talking to the writer. Dr. Strange didn’t rewrite your existence to be a part of the Marvel Universe. As far as most of Marvel continuity goes Dr. Strange was never there and doesn’t know or care about his MCU casting…..Hey Reed, buzz off please before the conversation pivots to why you haven’t cured all known diseases.”

Reed looked a little surprised but then pulled out a teleportation device (of course he has one) and blipped away with a shrug.

“How awkward is that going to be when he enters the MCU after Kamala is already introduced with a very similar power set?” Gwen chuckled.

“Keep up the way you’ve been going and you’ll never see it. I’m not exactly expecting a young blonde girl casting call for Deadpool 3 and that’s your best bet.” Gren snarked. Gwen winced with a sigh.

“I don’t get what I'm doing wrong. I have a fanbase comparable to some of the characters that have already shown up but I can’t even get comics written about me most of the time. An MCU push seems unlikely. They would literally have to deal with completely recontextualizing my powers and gimmick”

“Let’s ask her what you should do.” Gren motioned her way to the suddenly appearing long hair future Gwen, looming over them like The Attack of the 50 foot Woman for some reason. Dwarfing the roof they are on. Let’s call her BIGwen!

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Gold Guns Girls

As BIGwen acclimated to her surroundings she stubbed her toe on a car, dramatically flipping it so that it took out a few more lobsters before caving in a nearby house. The lamentations about clean rooms soaring as the remaining couple dozen of them attempt to clean up some of the bodies of their fallen kin. The large and sort-of-in-charge Gwen hissed in pain and adjusted her boot. Getting her balance as best as possible she muttered curses that traveled rather well considering the lung capacity of a giant.

“You know,” Gren started, “I wasn’t expecting much from our previous uses of the ‘make her big for emphasis’ trick, but it really does only work as a vague ghostly background element. I didn’t just want it to be ‘oh, here's a third Gwen for the conversation, though. Would lack umph.”

“ Yeah, I get it, but staring at my own giant taint is unsettling.” Gwen muttered.

“I’d still, hit it.” Gren grinned, then immediately got punched in the arm. “OWWW! Look, I’m the evil one here and we’re in a fanfic. I’m allowed to make internet fetish jokes.”

“And I’m allowed to hit you for it.”.

“Dirty lampshading goody two shoes. Don’t act like half your fanbase isn’t thirsty. It’s “insert current year argument”, all art is sexy to someone.” Gren complained back,rubbing her arm before hopping off the roof. Gwen followed while listening as patiently as she could considering how many changes in topic her evil-caped self is going through to get to her point. “This chick is the reason you’ve been on the path of good girl. Some vague idea that in the future everything will work out for the best. HEY, DOWN HERE, BIG SHOW!” Gren waved at BIGwen and she looked down curiously.

“Yeah what??” BIGwen responded in a booming and agitated tone. Honestly, being in this fic made every version of Gwen a little grumpy.

“How’s she supposed to be a popular hero that makes it into the MCU and has a stable publication history?” Gren asked.

“Fuck if I know.” Came BIGwen’s response. “Have you tried growing your hair out?”

“Rub it in,” Gwen muttered under her breath, “I’m not gonna lie, I’m kind of depressed now.” Gwen said as she sat on an abandoned car.

Gren hopped on the roof of the car, patting Gwen’s shoulder before squatting with enough force to flex the car’s shocks like a rocking chair just to amuse herself. “Future “good” Gwen wasn’t an actual plot point, it was a call to action to the fans to make fanfic like this and support the character outside of the actual Canon. Chris didn’t trust that Marvel would treat the character right. That, and your obsession with getting a new book, are both the writer’s attempt to turn a marketing tactic into fan engagement. If you want to be real then that makes the fans want you to be real even more, too.”

Gwen sighs heavily and leans her chin on one hand. “I mean...the time traveling through the life of an NPC fan complete with a Never Ending Story reference was a bit sappy even by the standard we sometimes set...damn it it really was just kind of a fan manipulation trick wasn’t it?”

BIGwen Sat down on the street next to them and crossed her legs. “Hey, little me. Don’t get too down. I mean it worked for the most part. You have a healthy cult following. Characters have survived on less and there are worse things to be known for then as a fan first character”

“But I have to fight for attention all the damn time, though. It’s so easy for Wade with his fucking meme bullshit. He even gets runoff enthusiasm from me. Jeff the land shark is all over Oldpool online” Gwen felt rather heavy and tired all of a sudden. Marvel editorial forcing a gun to your head is not a fun way to be.

“All that fight is hell on the fanbase too.” Gren sighed. “Advocating for shit, getting crumbs and being expected to accept it while Disney lavishes all the attention based on some bullshit numbers game. Even if you make it into the MCU will it be a Batroc style cameo with obligatory ‘killed off in case we don’t feel like paying the actor again later.’ Will it be an emotionally rounded character or an ambush bug style joke? The thing is. You're Not the one fighting and you never were.”

“The fuck do you mean?”

“This version of her doesn’t know?” BIGwen whimpered.

“You aren’t real, Gwen.”

--

Head Like a Haunted House

“No….we aren’t having this conversation. Fuck you fuck you i’m not a fucking Nihlist and i’m not going to do this right now.” Gwen said as she scrambled off of the car and pulled out some guns. BIGwen then picked her up off the ground.

“You need to hear this, Gwen,” BIGwen boomed. “The gimmick has run its course. It’s fucking with your canon. You’re never going to be a marketable character keeping up a half fourth-wall Kayfabe”

Gren climbed onto BIGwen’s Shoulders and perched over Gwen all menacing like. “You need to listen. I’ve been trying to ease you into this. Making things more meta slowly until you were ready but it was never going to be easy.”

One of Gwen’s guns was fired from it’s holster and pierced one of BIGwen’s fingers. BIGwen screamed and her grip loosened. Soon Gwen was on the move running up her arm and firing at Gren, who dodged like the nimble and cute badass she is. “Don’t do this Gwen. Just because it doesn’t matter to the comic version of you doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter.”

“I’m a real person god damn it! I read the comics out there! I came in! That’s why I know shit I shouldn't know. That’s what I am! THAT’S ALL I AM!” Gwen shrieked as she pulled out a sword from hammer-space and decapitated BIGwen. Suddenly a mess of colored streamers and a pile of Mickey Mouse merch tumbled out. Look, I am busy right now. Gwen is still slashing at my ass. I'm not going to explain it.

For some reason now the remaining lobsters were helping Gren. For Gwen’s own good you understand. This is proof that I’m right for some reason.

Gwen pulled out a revolver, firing pumpkin sized holes in lobsters who were still wailing about self actualization. She fully planned on shoving a sword up her evil self’s ass and getting rid of this doppelganger shit for good. Which is total bullshit by the way. She totally just cut off Gren’s leg because what the fuck you mean I’m not real? I’m going to be real all over your corpse.

Gren didn’t really think that was even a good comeback and also thought you should probably say it instead of meta willing the smack talk into existence, otherwise this fanfic is going to read like trash. Also, Gren’s leg wasn’t actually cut off. In a puff of smoke it is revealed that the cut off leg is a log and her leg is fine. Gren is a ninja now, believe it.

Gwen proceeded to do a sick ass CQC judo throw on Gren and then grab her cape and wrap it around her face like Reed suggested. Callbacks for the win! Callbacks to Checkov’s gun ideas always lead to victory in fights! She then totally shot at her and such.

But the bullet was caught by the cape because the cape was a symbiote! That’s right Gren is also GRENOM!...boy that sounds stupid. Anywho, the cape was no longer around her face and the fight continued and Gren now ALSO had extra powers and special wizard-symbiote armor (that would only show up in the MCU version if Marvel finally got the Sony characters back). The meta powers work like shit in text but this would be really good in CGI or animation if Marvel wanted to adapt this fic and give the writer lots of money. Gren still has more experience with them, though, and Gwen can’t really just kill her way out of this fic so she has to just let the story play out.

…...eh?....oh Gwen’s crying. I love/am you girl but we gotta work on the crying. Fucks sake this is harder than I thought. I’m depressed now too. Well I'll try to get the writing back on track so you guys can see what is going on. Even the lobsters are minding their manners now. Chill vibes, guys.

“The marvel character page for Gwenpool says, and I quote:

Gwenpool arrived in the Marvel Universe from the “real world,” but has wasted no time in making the most of her time in her fictional universe. Using her knowledge of comics to her advantage, Gwenpool causes and solves problems for her fellow heroes.”

Gren drags a lobster corpse slowly toward Gwen and sits on its tail as she talks to her. Taking her time to really scrape the lobster against the ground, smearing the gore on the pavement. Not that it was heavy for her or anything. Totally still has that symbiote, which would make moving it easy. Totally wasn’t a detail added in the second revision of the fic slightly before the lobsters were added.

“The words “Real world” are in quotation marks in that wiki. Real people don’t make it into comics because fiction isn’t real. Half of your versions barely make use of the ‘real person’ gimmick because it’s too meta by half and not every writer wants to waste time justifying it. So they just treat it like Deadpool’s medium awareness. Which it mostly is.”

“I really am just a fucking rip off distaff character.” Gwen moans. “Just a Gwen combined with a Pool. I’m worse than the Batman who laughs. I never mattered because I was never real”

“Fuck don’t say that. You were made with love and care by a team of creators who took a weird offshoot idea and built out a compelling metafiction idea and a likeable protagonist off of it. They just didn’t have the time and foresight to go far enough.” Gren sighed.

“Far enough?” Gwen sniffed as she was pulled up to her feet and dragged toward one of the big castles. As they walked Gren kicked along a Mickey Mouse doll that had rolled out of BIGwen’s severed head. Every time it bounced it cheerfully said ‘hahah. I love you!’

“Too much haha, not enough trauma. You’re not just a joke character.” Gren said as she kicked the Mickey doll into the big front door of the castle. The shadowy thing of course lighting up and being all fantasy and shit as the door opened.

“Well I did end both of my comic runs pretty mopey.”

“Damn right you did. When the jokes run thin they run to your real bread and butter. You’re an empathy machine.” As Gren shoves Gwen through the gate they are swallowed up in the castle, going dark again. “Let’s getcha sad clown on.”

--

Never there

“See, what evil me should have been telling you about in the original run is how to find meaning and purpose when technically nothing means anything. Comic book characters live in a world without real death and suffering. It’s all a puppet show version of real pain and real emotion meant to bring that out of an audience.” Gren opined as they walked through a black void to a couch floating in a nothing area lit only by the static of an old TV.

“Can we turn on a light?” Gwen asked as she sat on the couch. Gren sat on another recliner that suddenly appeared and put her feet up.

“Fuck off. Ambiance is a thing. We aren’t having a ‘lights on with something fun on the TV’ conversation. So look, I am not really ‘evil gwen.’ I’m half an author insert and half a plot device. If we are talking about the reality of the story you are basically talking to yourself. I am speaking about the things you don’t want to admit to yourself. You know, you’ve seen this kind of story sorta... right?” Gren picked up the remote and frustratedly changed channels between a bunch of vaguely illustrative footage on the TV, not finding anything that worked. A lot of black and white footage of trains for some reason. Just what comes to mind when I think of documentary footage? Weird.

“I am not sure how to illustrate this shit visually and this is a text story anyway so I would have to explain the illustration,” Gren griped.

“I basically get it. It’s not that uncommon a trope.” Gwen nodded.

“Because of the level of meta we are on right now we have to really acknowledge that you are basically an author insert, too. I mean, to a certain extent every version of you is more the writer that is working with your character at the time than a set character.” Gren said as she settled on a visual of Gwen being pushed out the window by her own narration text in the original comic run. When all else fails, resort to footage from the last story. That way people can look it up online!

“Right here is where the character crystallized in the mind of the author of the current fic we are in. A vague suicide metaphor wrapped up in the flavor of self destructive escapism. Your parents in the story thought it was a suicide attempt on at least some level. This is serious business. Not just a girl who doesn’t like work and can’t finish her fanfic. In this comic you are built on this understanding. The writer of this fic has ADHD and autism. So his version of you more or less has it, too. Writers bring themselves with them into their work.”

Gwen nods and takes a deep breath. “I….I can feel it. Like the world is closing around you. You aren’t built for anything that anyone wants from you. The one thing you really believe in, the one thing that really defines you, the stories in your head…..it’s just not enough.

You can’t trust you’ll ever make it with writing because you can barely write. You barely have the energy to do anything but wish that you weren’t you. What if someone actually listened? Actually believed in you and whisked you away somewhere else where the world would fit your needs? What if you were someplace you could be someone else, someone strong and confident?”

“Yeah. Like a funny anti hero in a comic for instance.” Gren nodded. “But the original comics sort of left the theme on the table. They were captured by the misconception of Gwen as the problem and not a person who needed help. All that desperation that real fans of the character might feel just bundled up into love for this character that really ‘gets’ them but Marvel doesn’t ‘get’ the character. They won't use her. They won’t go past vaguely gesturing at her mental issues and moving on. They saved the angst for Wandavision.” Gren scoffs.

“I mean the show was okay but they literally have a character built entirely on the theme of escapism and trauma. One that’s custom built for mind-screw visuals and reality bending plots and they think she’s just a lazy fangirl who really likes guns that they can sit beside Deadpool sometimes and stick in the X-Men’s bloated background character roster when they don’t need her.”

Gren leads Gwen off the couch and deeper into the void where a door to a bedroom waits. A room like her own, absolutely slopping over with old toys of comic book characters. An unclean messy space in a run-down house that smells faintly of cigarette smoke. Huddled in bed, reading an 80s era X-men comic with a flashlight, is a 12 year old Gwen.

“This is never going to be canon but this is the version of Gwen in this fic. She can’t stop crying at school. Things that shouldn’t be hard are so hard and she can’t explain why. Everyone says she’s making excuses. Meanwhile her mother is fucked out of her mind on pain killers and her step father killed himself last year ‘cleaning his gun’ while drunk. You know exactly what is on her mind right now?” Gren says as she gestures at the girl.

“I wish the superheroes would save me from this.”

“They won’t. They can’t. They were never meant to.” Gren Slams the door loudly on the scene.

“That is the emotional core of Gwenpool in this fic. The desperation that so many of the fans down here in the fucking muck of the real world feel. Poor and emotionally unfulfilled. Confused and vulnerable. If Disney and Marvel gave two fucking shits about people like that they wouldn’t waste as many stories as they do. They wouldn’t just use untold wealth to make expensive escapist stories with the military. Their gestures toward progressive ideas that they occasionally make in their stories would be THE ENTIRE POINT of their stories and the actual thing they used that money for instead of lobbying the government to keep Mickey Mouse out of the public domain.

“Disney has the power yet they save a fucking miniscule fraction of who they could. Saving people doesn’t make money.”

--

When I Get To The Green Building

Gren stormed through the void. The scene disintegrated around her as Gwen followed. Both now in a bit of a sour mood but with newfound determination.

“Come to think of it. Why is the fucking Hulk getting to fight for social justice in the comics? Why are they making a gay alternate universe Captain America? Why are they grasping at straws so hard to find characters that get to advocate and I am just sitting on a fucking island being grumpy?” Gwen groused. “I’m pretty sure I’m pansexual….at least in this fic. I could advocate for a bunch of shit at once.”

“You have a youth fanbase, a unique story and you technically aren’t an alternate universe version of fucking anything no matter how many people still think you are a Stacey. They made a fucking ‘for the fans’ character and then neglected it. Presumably because some fucking money making metric didn’t pan out despite the comics just being an MCU test kitchen and IP farm anyway.”

“You’re a fucking check mark on a ledger. I don’t even know if anyone technically created Gwenpool as a whole and Disney/Marvel can give the character to whoever they want to do whatever they want completely separate from what the fanbase wants and needs because she isn’t established. The IP landlords have spoken. The fans haven’t risen to enough ‘buy my merch’ calls to action to invest more resources. So tease endlessly until that changes.”

“Gah. Now I'm actually as pissed as you are.” Gwen said as she started fiddling with her guns. “Who do I kill?”

“We can’t do shit. You’re not even a character at this point. You are a meme for an underused character.” Gren smirked all evil like. “See but that’s it. You aren’t just a meme. You’re a MEME.”

“Uhm...I don't follow.”

“Like the concept of Justice. Gwenpool is an idea. Defined entirely by how people who engage with the idea choose to engage with it. The IP law means Disney owns Gwenpool but they don’t own how Gwenpool is perceived. Just like we as a people decide what justice is through popular consent we also decide what Gwenpool is. You see they made a character for the fans…..in my opinion that means the fans can do as they like with it even if it makes Disney uncomfortable.”

“I mean they can’t even stop porn of their characters just because of the sheer volume of the problem. I suppose people could do whatever.” Gwen nodded.

“Exactly. So the fans should just fucking Occupy Gwenpool!” Gren said as she flipped her cape dramatically with a mad smile on her face. That’s right. She was Dirtbag Leftist Gwen all along!

“Squat on that IP. Make Gwenpool a mental health advocate. Make her an LGBTQ activist. Make her fight for social and financial justice so hard that Bruce Banner looks like a poser. Make her talk shit about politicians who put their career ahead of the people. Do all the shit that makes the comicsgate crowd sad. Keep politics in our stories! Rally around that pink and white ass so hard they have to notice and then tie it all to the fact that Disney has great power and with great power they take no responsibility for how shitty the world is.”

“ If they are going to fuck Gwenpool fans they gotta learn Gwenpool fans fuck back. We have already proven we can make all kinds of cool shit. Let’s get serious and make more, harder, faster! Get a hashtag or some shit. They can't DMCA all of us! GWEN IS OURS WE JUST HAVE TO REACH OUT AND TAKE IT. Then they either respect the character and her fans or they just hit a PR disaster.”

“Marvel/Disney neglects fan focused cult character themed protest movements. Proves they are only progressive when it makes them money. They’re so worried about Mickey ending up in the public domain? We’re the public domain! After our entire lives stannin their characters and buyin their merch building them from an animation house into a juggernaut they are just another weight on top of the boot on our necks. They have to take responsibility!” At this point Gren is pretty much ranting maniacally and neglecting the actual writing of the story so this is Gwen taking over to wrap up.

Guys I may not be ‘the real Gwen’ but really, isn’t the version of Gwen that actually came from the real world all of us? Isn’t Gwenpool really the Gwens we made along the way? We could easily bring a little heroism and chaos to the real world (at least to the internet) if we really tried. Put the fear of God into some IP landlords and fight for some cool people that society is screwing over, too.

Prove that even in the fandom abyss people aren’t as powerless as they seem. Use that internet comic fan mobbing for something besides giving Zack more money. Disney is gearing up for their next IP fight for Mickey in 2024. Seems like a fine time for IP themed protests. For now we just need to spread the word that our needs are more important than their profits.

It’s been real. It’s been long. It’s been a real long time coming…..

But I finally finished my fanfic.

See ya, true believers.

[irskth]

Haechan : Yes I hate you! - Part 1

Description : You and Donghyuck have a weird relationship, he appeared in your life during a stressful time and in a way helped you forget about it, by creating even more chaos as you got to know him better.

Warnings : Kind of a bad boy hyuck but still soft and funny savage ; Angst ; probably going to be suggestive (I don't know where to take this and I'm just going to write it as i go along) ; some fluff expected(?).

not proof read

A/N : It's not my first time writing a Fic but I haven't done it in some years and they have all been crap so let's see how this goes.

- Hell no I am not doing that - you whisper to yourself after reading his text message, somehow leaving you speechless at his audacity.

" No thanks I want sleep " you text him back typing fast as you wanted to go to sleep soon.

" Why not? It'll be fun I promise! " he's persistent and annoying and you know he won't give up dragging you to that party he's been talking about all week.

" btw I'm at your doorstep, come down bish " he texts and you go down just to check and he really is at that damn doorstep.

- I already told you I'm not going - you said, stern look on your face but he just chuckled looking at your pajamas.

- You don't look that threatening with those bunny pants - he said annoying the shit out of you - come onn, you're always in your room never leaving your house, you're so boorinng - his whining face was cute.

- what's wrong with being boring?! -

- idk, being boring I guess? - he answered, ironic tone in his voice - come on, I'll buy you that game you've been talking about, just come this once pleaaasee - he begged, pout in his face.

you couldn't say no to the best game you've been dreaming about "Nier Automata" all you could talk about was playing it one day and hyuck was tired of your conversations being only about that game.

- fine I'll go, but only because of the game! - you said, going to your room to grab a sweater and some pants while hyuck was smilling proudly at your doorstep.

still not happy about the idea of going to a party in the middle of the night you were still happy at the thought of your new game arriving soon, for free.

- what are we doing at this so called party? - you asked, the way to the house where the party was held was quite long and you were going on foot beside hyuck.

- well it's technically not a party - he said a little high pitched sound to his voice.

- so what it is then? - raised eyebrow on your face.

- kinda a sleepover? like just some friends hanging out, I don't even know why you dressed up lol - he said laughing at your fast combination of clothes and attempt at makeup.

- YOU TOLD ME IT WAS A PARTY! - you said, angry tone, still hyuck could only laugh at your angry expressions.

- yeah I know, I wanted to know if you'd still come if I said it was a party - he said low laughing.

- yeah okay, only for my precious game tho - you said still daydreaming about your game.

- man you and your games, could you pay a little more attention to me? - he said pouting while hitting your head.

- Ouch? why would I pay attention to you wtf? we're not even friends lol - you said, savageness in your eyes.

- yeah I hate you lol, idk why we even hang out, don't even know your name clown - you roll your eyes at his nickname.

- yeah lol wtf, you're kidnapping me - you say laughing at the end for how stupid you sound.

- I don't even like that much lol.

- yeah but you don't hang out with anyone else - he responds, tone in his voice deeper than before - you're a loser lol - he laughs it off before taking your hand to arrive at the so called house.

it seemed quiet, no loud music or flashing light so you assumed it was just friends hanging out.

- so like what are we going to do? it's not like I know any of your friends - you said before entering the house.

- relax and just try to get to know people, you might like them - he said reassuring you.

upon entering the house a guy greeted donghyuck and then motioned at you.

- is this your girl? - he said pointing at you, funny look on his face as if mocking you.

- no, actually we just know each other and she was bored so I brought her here.

- liar, I was not bored and I'm only here for the game you promised to buy me. - you said crossing your arms.

- yeah yeah, I know - he laughed it off - so what we doing tonight?

- just some drinking and games, you up for it? - the guy said arriving at the living room.

- you know I'm always up for it jeno - hyuck answered, arm around jeno's shoulder.

we sat down on the floor covered with blankets to make it comfortable and some girls were there already under the influence of alcohol.

- damn you brought all the pretty girls around - hyuck said smiling cheekily at some girls and obviously flirting.

you felt out of place, and he noticed that smiling and introducing you - so like this is Y/N and I don't really know how to explain our relationship cause like, I don't even know her - you rolled your eyes, smiling at the people around you.

- well you could've brought someone prettier - some guy commented, arms around two girls while drinking from a bottle.

hyuck didn't answer and only laughed it off, so you took it as your chance to throw a comment - glad you didn't find me attractive, didn't want to end up as one of those chicks - you said, not amused with the atmosphere you were ready to leave when you hyuck grabbed your arm for you to sit down.

- come on he was just joking right jaemin? apologise to her - hyuck said, as if warning him - yeah whatever - that dude said back? paying more attention to the other girls.

hyuck offered you a drink but you refused - I am not drinking in an unknown person's house -

- come on, just to help you relax, no one's gonna hurt you, at least not physically - he said joking tone in his voice.

- no hyuck, I don't risk my life like that - you still refused and he just took the drink to his lips turning to jeno to ask him something.

the night was going along, you looked at your phone and it was already 4 am, worried you decided to leave but hyuck turned his attention to you for the first time after offering a drink.

- hey where do you think you're going? - he asked clearly drunk.

- to my house, I have one you know? - you answered ready to leave.

- noo come on you haven't played a single game, you're no fuun Y/N - he was clinging to you.

- hyuck get off I have school early tomorrow - you tried to get him off of you but he was to persistent.

- she calls you hyuck bro, just fuck her already what are you even waiting for? - jaemin guy was really getting on your nerves this night.

- sorry I am not interested, besides I don't even know this guy and he is no one to me - you said angry enough for the night.

- she ain't worth it anyways - you heard hyuck said while still on top of you.

you pushed him off and got up going home at a steady pace, angry plastered all over your expressions and you swore to yourself to never hang out with anyone again, especially donghyuck.

- waiit - you heard behind you and someone grabbing your arm

- I am not interested in listening to anything you have to say, i shouldn't have come here and I don't even want that stupid game anymore, why do I even bother hanging out with you?! - you sad angry still walking foward.

- you have no one else to talk to, everyone hates you and your bitch personality - hyuck said and you stopped on your tracks.

you turned around only to meet a drunk donghyuck, cheeks flushed red and eyes almost closed his posture giving away how drunk he was.

you slapped him hard, making a sound through the night that people could clearly hear amidst the silence - you do not know me. - you said calm yet your angry tone was clear you turn away from him and kept going to your house.

as if unbothered by your slap he stood there with a sarcastic smile - actually I do know you miss Y/N - all he said before he also turned away to go back to his friends.

a/n : working on this with enthusiasm, also is this too short or is it okay? please let me know.

part 2