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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 3 years

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I love your blog! Have u ever considered making a side blog with rp for the binary bfs? If not/you don’t want to, that’s fine! It’s not for everyone, although if you could link some that do that’d be awesome! Anyways, how do you think Hawk and Demitri met? What was their first date like? Do the karate dads know?- Cherry

Oh my goodness, my inbox has been blowing up lately! :D Imma have to answer like 2 questions a day to have any hopes of keeping up lol

Hey Cherry! OMG thank you so much, I’m so glad you like it :D

TBH idk if I have time to run a full-on RPG sideblog at the moment--truth be told, it’s enough work keeping this one as active as it is! Haha XD I’ll still give all the snippets of that sweet, sweet Demetri x Hawk content that I possibly can on this blog though :D

BUT I think @sipping--snowflakes recently started a Demetri RPG blog and is actually looking for someone to roleplay Elimetri with them :D If any of my watchers are interested, hit them up!!! There is much binary boyfriend roleplay fun to potentially be had!!!

ON TO THE QUESTIONS

My personal headcanon on how Demetri and Eli met is that on the first day of kindergarten, Demetri absolutely would NOT shut up about dinosaurs and Star Wars to their class (I mean, come ON, little Demetri HAD to have had a Dinosaur Phase...I know it deep in my heart to be true). He wandered around to basically every table during Center Time/Arts and Crafts Time/Whatever the fuck they call that “free wandering-about-the-classroom-doing-whatever-activities-you-want time” in elementary school and chatted the ear off of every boy and every group of boys in the class (remember, this is Tiny Demetri, who DEFINITELY would not have the courage to speak to ANY girl XD). And every single boy, every single group, without fail, responds with “Oh my GOD shut UP go AWAY you’re so ANNOYING you weirdo” and poor little excited Demetri is just crushed that no one wants to hear about tyrannosaurus rexes and lightsabers--or worse, tyrannosaurus rexes HOLDING lightsabers and dueling with them. And then, finally, he gets to little Eli, sitting all alone (because no one wants to befriend the kid with the messed up lip), and LO AND BEHOLD! Someone is finally listening to him!!! And seems to actually care about tyrannosaurus rexes with lightsabers!!! Little Demetri is beyond thrilled to have someone to talk to. Little Eli, meanwhile, is also thrilled, because did this kid just talk his ear off about Obi-Wan Kenobi for 20 minutes straight and not mention the lip scar once? Demetri, meanwhile, is so caught up in his rambling that he doesn’t notice the goddamn lip scar is even THERE until they’ve already spent half the day together XD “ANYWAYS I THINK ONCE THE JEDI ORDER COMES BACK AFTER RETURN OF THE JEDI THEY SHOULD RIDE STEGOSAURUSES AND--oh, what happened to your lip?”

As for their first date...had to think for a while about the perfect first date for them would be. I was originally gonna say they’d just go down to Santa Monica Pier or something and just goof off, but I think Demetri would want to make it more special than that. I ended up headcanoning that they’ve always wanted to go to Universal Studios together growing up (mainly because of Harry Potter World, of course!!!), but neither of their families have ever really been able to afford it. BUT when Demetri and Eli finally get together, Demetri is like “fuck it, we’re finally gonna do this” and he saves up basically all the money he’s made at summer jobs and buys tickets for both of them to surprise Eli. Eli is so happy he starts crying, and then he gets angry he’s crying in front of Dem and is like “GOD DAMMIT STOP LOOKING AT ME THIS IS SO EMBARASSING, I’M TOUGH” and Demetri thinks it’s the cutest, funniest thing ever XD Then Demetri drives them both down to Universal and they both just have the best goddamn day of their lives and buy WAY more merchandise from Harry Potter World than is in any way wise XD And becoming “Hawk” has, for better or for worse, laid bare Eli’s inner adrenaline junkie, and he drags poor Demetri on every. Single. Roller coaster. Don’t worry, Eli is more than happy to hold his hand during the scary drops XD But Eli will not rest until they’ve ridden EVERY fast ride in the park and Demetri whines about it but secretly he just likes seeing his boyfriend that shamelessly excited about something! Also Dem takes a million cheesy couple selfies and posts them all over social media bragging about his cute bf, much to Eli’s embarrassment.

“Karate Dads” fksljchcbduswvc I love that this is like...the universal term for Daniel and Johnny now. I honestly could not be happier about it XD Daniel I’m sure would pick up on it first (Johnny, though I love him dearly, is just so very DENSE sometimes), either just kinda by reading the room or hearing about it through Sam (who probably has mixed feelings on it herself). I imagine being as protective of Demetri as he is, Daniel would pull him aside at some point and be like “Demetri wasn’t this guy the reason you pushed yourself to learn self-defense in the first place??? And now you want to DATE him??? Are you sure???” and Demetri of course would be like “Yeah he was in a really dark place then, but I’ve known him basically my whole life and I know he’s got a good heart!” and Daniel would probably be wary about it, but ultimately decide Demetri’s a smart enough guy to handle himself and trust him to make his own judgements. And of course, he’d figure if Sam can vouch for an ex Cobra Kai like Miguel turning over a new leaf and trying to be better, there’s no reason Hawk can’t, too. And seeing how much Eli cares about Demetri and how protective he’s gotten of Dem helps too, and Daniel would probably warm up to Eli eventually. Although, like Sam, I imagine it would take a cool minute. Johnny would probably find out through chatting with Hawk, and Hawk just kinda...accidentally lets it slip he and Demetri are dating, and Johnny just quizzically raises an eyebrow like “Oh? You’re dating the mouthy kid?” And Hawk just goes bright-ass red and Johnny remembers how Demetri went off on him on the first day of Cobra Kai all those months ago for making fun of Hawk’s lip, and he breaks into this HUGE shit-eating smirk like “yeeeeeah that doesn’t surprise me at all. Eh, it’s probably for the best. If anyone can toughen that kid up, it’s you. Although I hear he DID hand your ass to you when he kicked you into that trophy case, so maybe he’s not as much of a pussy as I thought.” (sidenote: Yes, I do think Johnny ended up hearing about Demetri’s KO kick...and was grudgingly impressed XD) And Hawk just...gawks at Johnny being THIS nonchalant about all of this and he’s just like “Sensei? You...don’t think it’s weird I’m dating a guy?” and Johnny just looks him dead in the eye and says “I don’t give a fuck if whoever you’re making out with has a cock or a pussy, or whatever, as long as it’s not gonna distract you during training. Just play Hide the Salamis on your own time.” And Hawk, now a blushing mess, is just like “Y-YES SENSEI” and stumbles out of the room XD Ironically I think Johnny would probably vouch for the relationship to Daniel later on, and be like “I mean, the kid DID switch sides MID-FIGHT to save that scrawny little nerd. That takes some serious balls, LaRusso. He clearly cares about the wimp, you can stop hovering over them like Demetri’s gonna keel over and die any second.”

Thank you for the ask, as always! More to come!

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 4 years

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Useless warning pt. 1|2 [Sirius Black x Reader] - Challenge

Title: Useless warning pt. 1 ➔ Useless warning pt. 2, Here! Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word count: 3.9k Published: 29 July, 2020 Warnings: Angst Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: I wrote this for Amelia's Writing Challenge [ @hufflefluff-writer ], where I had to use the the below prompt, however I kind of ran away with the storyline and instead of a one shot it became a multiple part story. I think my mind just went rogue with this one, don't judge me :D - I would also like to state thatt I have nothing against Marlene. I just needed her to be in a negative spotlight for the story.

"I told you not to fall in love with me!"

I also added the song that inspired my mood at the end of the fic

Summary: Sirius is one of your best friends who happens to be dating Marlene. She isn’t particularly a good friend of yours, but you do get along. She agrees to go out with Sirius, all the while she is aware of your feelings. Things get complicated as you are unable to keep your feelings to yourself anymore.

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You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, resting your head on Remus' shoulder. Deep sighs left your lungs every few seconds, gazing at Sirius trying to steal a kiss from Marlene. It was hard to watch him giving his undivided attention to someone else.

You have been in love with him for a year or so. It was inevitable. Even when you became friends, years ago, you already thought he was handsome, but the years just helped him to look even more attractive. He has jokingly warned you in the past numerous times not to ever fall in love with him. He knew the kind of person he was. He changed girls more often than he changed his cloths. You tried to obey his request, but years of being his best friend, getting to know him more than he knew himself, turned your feelings around.

You sighed once again as you watched him placing his palm behind Marlene's neck, pulling her into a passionate kiss. That strong grip around your aching heart has become a daily occurring. As scary as it was, you kind of adapted to the pain their pair caused you. Even though Sirius was a player, his relationship with Marlene has been ongoing for the past three months, confirming what you have been afraid of the most. You knew he wasn't far from falling for Marlene. She was stunning with a good brain and funny comments. She was undeniably one of the most popular girls of Hogwarts, making you feel utterly defeated.

You exhaled deeply at the thought of watching them for the next year before you finally left Hogwarts. You wanted nothing more than to leave them and jump into whatever your future brought to you.

"Are you okay?" Remus whispered above you.

"Yeah..." You replied weakly.

"You have been sighing an unusual amount of times." He said and you knew very well that you looked like a love-sick puppy.

"I only have to survive a year." You turned your head upwards to be able to look at his face. His eyes were attached to the couple, just like yours a second ago. His hair was a mess, his expression unhappy. "Why do you look so troubled?" You asked.

"Because it's hard to watch you suffer." He pulled a pained half-smile, making you chuckle.

"Come on now, Remus. I am fine. I honestly got used to it already." Your voice was soft and reassuring.

"Used to what?" He asked, his brows furrowed.

"The pain in my chest." You confirmed. "I have felt it for so long now, it's kind of like a part of me." You giggled even though it was nowhere near happy. He finally turned to you, managing to look into your eyes in a rather weird angle.

"That shouldn't be something you have to get used to." He shook his head.

"I know, Remus, but unfortunately that is exactly how unrequited love works." You shrugged nonchalantly.

"She knew." Remus said and you knew what he meant without questioning him.

"Yes, she did, but it doesn't mean she should have said no. Remus, look, Sirius likes Marlene, Marlene likes Sirius. Just because she knew of my feelings, you can't expect them not to get involved with each other. You are only thinking that way because you are my friend." You explained, once again heaving a deep sigh. The powerful hold around your chest reappeared and you welcomed it as an old friend.

"I would never date someone my friend likes." He huffed, annoyance clear in his voice.

"I have never really been friends with her. We just got along when we needed to." You said.

"Still, it's making me uncomfortable." He said as he shrugged and you lifted your head from his shoulder.

"Remus, don't worry so much. You are more worked up about it than I am." You chuckled at his protective behaviour. He just shook his head, knowing that you were simply pretending to be strong, but deep down you were hurting more than you showed. It was always like that. Hiding your feelings were something that you learned through out the years to protect yourself.

"What's so funny over there." Sirius joined the conversation, hearing your giggling. Your eyes met his captivating grey orbs, for a second leaving you breathless, before you found your voice.

"You don't have to know everything, Sirius." You spoke with a small smile, turning back to Remus who was shaking his head with the same expression.

"You are unbelievable." Remus said, suddenly standing up, pulling you with him and dragging you out of the common room. You could feel Sirius' curious gaze on your back, but you didn't turn your head to look at him. You were more interested in what Remus was planning.

"Where are we going?" You asked, whilst he was pulling you after himself.

"I got fed up of the act, that you have put up. Do you think I can not see that your smile is nowhere near genuine? I rather drag you out and get suspicious looks, than keep watching you suffer." He was quite agitated to your surprise.

"Look Remus, I am fine." You tried to reassure him.

"No, you are not. Enough of acting though. You know what you need? You need to tell him that you love him." He halted abruptly on an empty corridor and turned around, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"What?" You asked as if you have heard him wrong, brows running high, mouth agape. You certainly believed that your hearing has become impaired.

"Tell him you love him." He said firmly, confirming his seriousness.

"That will never happen." You smiled awkwardly as if you were trying to tell him that he was insane.

"Look, I know it sounds like a strange, rather weird idea, but the only way you will get over him is if you confess to him. He will reject you and you can have closure." He attempted to explain his reasoning and he was indeed successful. He made the little gears work harder in your brain then ever.

"I mean... but what if our friendship will be ruined?" You tried to argue his point, not because he wasn't right, but because you were terrified of rejection. Sirius wasn't just a friend or a crush, he was more to you than anyone else, making your situation ever so complicated.

"Then it will be ruined." He shrugged, making you frown at his nonchalant reply. "You can't stay by his side, while he drools over other women. I can't watch you putting up a fake smile and pretend that everything is just fine, when deep down you are trying to hide an excruciating heartache." You heaved a deep sigh as he finished his monologue, knowing how right he was.

"Fine, I will do it tomorrow." You said, your voice beyond broken. You never wanted to lose Sirius, but at this point you knew that you would have to face the consequences of your feelings. As much as you wanted to deny it, Remus knew you way too well, to understand how hard you tried to pretend to be fine in all circumstances and it wasn't healthy.

"Good. Right after classes I will call him to the Wooden bridge." He stated and you nodded in confirmation. He walked up to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing it. "Don't be down. Think of it as an end to something painful and a new beginning to something beautiful." You chuckled at his wise words, but nodded in anticipation.

"You always know what to say." You smiled as you started walking back to the common room. "By the way where were we headed?" You asked curiously.

"Nowhere, I just wanted to get you out of there." He shrugged with an awkward smile.

"Well, it worked." You shook your head at his unusual behaviour, but your smile never faltered.

Upon returning to the common room, Sirius questioned you about your whereabouts, but you just exchanged a quick smile with Remus and shook your head, leaving him in suspense.

Your night was long and hard, nervousness quickly taking over you as Remus left you alone. You have been thinking of all the ways you wanted to tell Sirius about your feelings, but deep down you knew, that you would not remember any of your thoughts by the next day.

After hours of rolling around and endless sighing, you finally gave up on torturing yourself and let sleep overcome you.

The next morning you jumped out of your bed and before you knew it, you were sitting in the Great Hall, right next to Remus. Soon Sirius arrived with Marlene on his arm, leaning over you to give you a kiss on the top of your head, just like every morning.

"Morning, guys." He said, taking a seat beside you, Marlene on his other side. He received a couple of replies, but not one from you. You looked at Remus, who gave you an annoyed eye roll, before turning back to his breakfast. You had to acknowledge that he has been hanging out with the boys way too much. Beside his kind personality, he definitely picked up some of those typical marauders attributes, which mostly consisted of sarcastic replies, eye rolls and annoyed scoffs.

You chuckled at his manners, before turning back to your food. He knew how badly Sirius' attentive behaviour affected you, even with that small smile plastered across your face. Remus just always knew what you thought and it definitely brought you closer.

By the end of classes, you were standing at the Wooden bridge, arms resting on the edge of the handrail, whilst watching the view and waiting for Remus to send Sirius over. Your thoughts were a mess of what ifs and hows, but you didn't have much time to think as you saw Sirius' form appear at the end of the bridge.

He walked up to you, his back leaning against the side of the bridge with a questioning look.

"You know, this is suspicious right?" He asked and you raised a brow at him. "Instead of you coming to me and asking me to meet you here, you send Remus to do it." He clarified his words.

"Yeah..." You replied hesitantly, not wanting to tell him that it was all Remus' idea.

"So what's up? Why did you want to talk to me?" He asked impatiently, which made you furrow your brows.

"Someone is in a rush." You replied with a scoff.

"I have promised a date to Marlene." He shrugged.

"So you simply don't have time for your friend." You raised a brow questioningly. "Next time I will just book an appointment." You spoke, clearly annoyed.

"Don't be cute. You know that's not what I meant." He attempted to save the situation.

"But you did though. I wanted to talk to you about something that's very important to me, but what do I get? You, trying to rush me to get it over with, because you have a date." You hissed in anger.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think of it this way." He sighed, whilst trying to get an eye contact from you, unsuccessfully.

"Whatever." You shook your head in a reply. A few seconds of silence fell up on you, before he spoke again.

"What bothers you?" He asked as he turned around, joining you in gazing over the rift under the bridge.

"It's very complicated. I don't really know how to talk about it." You started, making him frown.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"It's not... I mean..." You heaved a deep sigh at being unable to create a coherent sentence. "My head is a mess of thoughts." You scoffed, trying to organise what you really wanted to say.

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything." He tried to encourage you to talk. You finally looked up at him, his grey eyes curious as to what you wanted to say.

"Anything?" You questioned.

"Anything!" He repeated firmly.

"I don't think you will want to hear this, but I still have to say it though." You turned away from him, not wanting to see his disgusted expression. The knot in your stomach and the grip around your chest became stronger, your throat dried out as your anxiety heightened.

"There isn't a thing you can't share with me." He spoke with his lips curved up into a gentle smile.

"I love you." You blurted it out, deciding that it's better to just get it over with.

"I love you too." He replied, making you scoff, before a pained smile appeared on your face.

"No, you don't get it." You shook year head. You lifted your face, looking up into his grey eyes, which seemed to be more confused than you have ever seen them." I love you the way you like Marlene." You clarified your feelings for him, watching as his eyes grew wider by the second.

"What?" His voice was weak and shocked at the same time. His demeanour less confident than ever.

"You heard it." You spoke firmly, your nervousness long out of your system. You knew his answer, you knew him. There were no questions left. You simply waited for him to process what you have just told him.

"But... I told you not to fall in love with me!" He replied, his words weaker than you have ever heard.

"Feelings are not something people can control. Believe me, if it depended on me, I would have never fallen for you." You replied.

"You never showed it, though." He spoke, surprising you with his words.

"I mean, we were friends and I knew you would never look at me that way." You explained looking straight into those grey irises. Your voice sounded calm and collected, your demeanour firm and though.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say." He spoke hesitantly.

"I want you to reject me." You said confidently, causing his brows to run high.

"What?" He asked in shock.

"The only way I can get closure is if you reject me." You explained with a shrug. He looked ever so confused at your behaviour.

"You are taking this quite well." He spoke with a frown and you knew exactly what he meant. Of course, you did. You became so good at pretending to be fine, that it was almost natural not to show your real feelings around others.

"I guess, I do." You spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Erm... I'm... I don't know what to say. You know, I am with Marlene." He shook his head slightly, trying to find the right words. "I just can't do this." He said, his voice defeated.

"That's fine." You replied, making him frown.

"You are scaring me, you know?" He spoke, his eyes looking for something in yours, that you knew he would never find. You could feel your tears collecting in your eyes, but you didn't let them leave. Not just yet. "You are acting strange." He shook his head lightly.

"No, I am not. I came here to tell you that I loved you and I knew before I even decided to confess, that I would be rejected. I was simply prepared for it." You explained halfheartedly.

"Okay..." He replied hesitantly. "I have to go now, but I will talk to you later." His tone was soft and gentle as if he was scared of hurting you, even though you have stood there in your toughest form.

"Yeah..." You replied simply, assuming he has only said that to make you feel better. "See you." You told him as he was still standing there. You wished he was gone by now so you could just let all your feelings go, but his hesitant steps and slowly disappearing back, forced you to keep everything in, until finally he was out of sight.

You slid down the side of the bridge, letting your tears finally roll down your cheeks. Of course, you were hurting, your chest didn't even let the air in anymore. You felt like you were being suffocated. You were heaving for breathe as you felt your salty tears pour through your lips.

It was killing you to know that Sirius never even thought of you romantically. It hurt you to see him giving attention to all the other girls. It pained you to see him kiss Marlene so lovingly. But most of all, it teared you apart from the inside to know that he would never return your feelings.

You sat at the bottom of the bridge, legs pulled up to your chest, face hidden between your knees, tears escaping your bloodshot eyes. You just wanted to disappear from the castle, from the country, from the whole wide world.

You didn't even realise a presence beside you, only when a hand lifted your head and two soft lips attacked your own. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the owner of the long black locks, but before you knew it, your eyelids flattered shut and you gave into the blissful feeling of his lips moving in synch with yours.

It was better than you ever dared to imagine. His lips were in perfect harmony with yours, making you moan into the kiss. You could feel the salty taste of your tears on your lips as he placed a hand behind your neck, pulling you even closer. He was captivating, he was giving you hope and you were cursing him for it. You didn't want your feelings to be played with.

He finally pulled away, leaning against your forehead, breathing heavily, along with you. You didn't even realise when your tears stopped streaming down your cheeks.

"You are not as strong as you pretend to be." He spoke with a pained expression, opening his grey orbs to look at you.

"Sirius..?" You questioned... everything. You didn't understand why he was there, why he kissed you, why he came back. Your head was a mess of confused thoughts.

"Why did you have to tell me how you feel?" He heaved a deep sigh, his breath shaky, feeling defeated. He pulled away from you and sat down beside you, leaning his back against the side of the bridge.

"I told you. To get closure." You replied hesitantly. You were nowhere near the expected closure. Your feelings were now more unbearable than ever.

"Closure for what? You just had to come and stir things up, didn't you?" He asked, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"Stir what up?" You asked furrowing at his unclear words.

"I was over you finally. Or at least I thought I was and then you decide to confess to me? How am I supposed to take that?" He raised his voice, hiding his face in his palm.

"Over... me?" You questioned hesitantly.

"Yes, I loved you." He lifted his head to look into your eyes. "I thought you would always look at me as a mere brother figure and I accepted it. That's why I always jokingly told you not to ever fall for me. But here you are now, telling me that you love me and I am not supposed to feel good about it, I am not. But I just can't deny that a part of me wants to jump out of my skin in happiness." He confessed, leaving you with parted lips and a shocked expression across your face.

"I... I didn't expect that." You spoke in confusion.

"Believe me, I didn't expect your confession either." He replied with a scoff.

"But... what do you feel then?" You asked, trying not to get your hopes any higher than they already were.

"I honestly don't know." He shook his head, letting out a deep sigh he has been holding onto. "A part of me is happy that you love me, but I'm not sure about what I feel and I don't know what to do with Marlene now." His voice was beyond defeated and you just wanted to pull him into a hug, to tell him that everything will be just fine, but you stopped yourself. You knew that it wouldn't help him now. It would just confuse him.

"You have to decide what you want. I can't help you with that." You spoke, trying to keep yourself composed.

"I know. I just need a bit of time." He said and you nodded in agreement. A few minutes of silence fell up on you, before he stood up and reached out for you to help you up. You accepted his hand and steadied yourself, but before you could have even looked up, he pulled you into his embrace, dipping his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You protectively wrapped your arms around his torso, enjoying his warmness around you. You wished you could enjoy his hugs longer, but you knew that it wasn't fair to any of you, including Marlene.

"As much as I enjoy hugging you, this is not going to help you." You spoke as you pulled away from him with a soft smile across your face.

"I know." He took a deep breath.

"Let's go back." You said, but he stood still, not even attempting to move, his adoring eyes fixed on your face. You shook your head, rolled your eyes and started gently nudging him towards the castle, chuckling.

"You know, I can walk on my own." He smirked at your forceful behaviour.

"Yeah, but you didn't move though." You argued playfully.

"A simple please would have worked just fine." He replied.

"As if I was ever begging for anything." You scoffed.

"I can think of one or two reasons." He raised an eyebrow, before your deadly expression forced a loud chuckle to leave his lungs.

"Just shut up. That I would beg for." You rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour.

You went back to the castle, parting ways at the entrance as Marlene appeared. She questioned his whereabouts, but you quickly got involved by telling her that you needed to talk to Sirius and you didn't realise the time. She seemed to believe you, although a sceptical look rushed across her face, before it quickly disappeared.

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warmau · 4 years

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☆ ko-fi request: ghost!seonghwa au

the first time it happens - you think you’re just seeing things

you had been getting ready in the morning and where trying to see if the weird birthmark on your temple had just popped up suddenly or if you had accidentally faceplanted into a felt tip marker

when you think you see a figure standing beside you

you whip around like you’re in an indiana jones movie - arms raised, but there’s nothing there

and there shouldn’t be anything there anyway - you live alone afterall

you shrug it off, realizing seconds later you’re running late for work

and grab your things in a rushed frenzy out the door

as you turn the lock, the figure appears again and floats a little closer to your mirror

he blinks at his reflection and then disappears again

the second time it happens - you start to get worried

you’re dancing around your bedroom and its close to midnight - the music is cheesy 80s pop that you never tell anyone you’re into

but just as you reach for the hairbrush below the mirror to use as an impromptu microphone

you stop short because you SWEAR you see another face behind you

this time, you have your hairbrush weapon raised as you turn on your heel

but again

the room is empty

as you rush over to switch from one of the songs that comes up on shuffle that you can’t lip-sync to

you don’t notice the cold apparition that sways past you

he looks over your shoulder and blinks as you swipe past the prince album, it’s too bad - he kind of likes that one

the third time it happens - you are one hundred percent sure your apartment is haunted

you could blame it on the fact that you just pulled an all nighter for work and now you’re trying to figure out where you put that important slip of paper, rummaging through the piles of stuff in front of the mirror

when you glance up and

there he is again

or it - or whatever

and you don’t turn on your heel ready to fight, you just straight up and ask - out into the expanse of your four walls

“whose there?”

no answer

you sigh

“one time is a mistake, two times a coincidence but THREE times it means i have a -”

“ghost?”

“yes a ghost, thank- OH MY GOD?!!?”

your hip hits the side of your desk and you cringe at the pain, but most of it just fizzles away with shock because

there he is

the - the ghost?!?!

no way, he’s not the ghost this dude is like attractive. then wait, did he like break into my house?!?!?

a million and one thoughts run through your head

so much so that you don’t notice that the figure is floating about a foot off the ground

and parts of his body are blinking in and out of the air

you just stare until he goes

“yes. im the ghost of your apartment. my name is seonghwa.”

“ni-nice to mee- wait, so you are a ghost?!?!”

you jump forward and he floats a bit back

you don’t know if you’re still scared or just curious now as you study the outline of his face which looks very much alive

he’s got dark and pretty eyes

with almost black hair that’s combed in neat bangs

his lips are pretty and pink - not white and brittle like you’d expect of a ghost

and in general his physic is lean and -

you see his leg blink in and out of the air, then his arm too

oh well ok yeah he is definitely a ghost. damn it.

“di-did you d- did you live-here? wh- why are you like um-”

you try to find your words and then give up

“why are you showing yourself to me now?”

“i was shy before, im not very good looking-”

you put up a hand to stop him

“ok ill stop you right there becauses that a lie, you are very handsome. so whats the real reason.”

you’re surprised with how calm you just said that, but really its the most levelheaded thought you can comprehend right now

“well i didn't want to scare you, that would be rude?”

“but you are showing yourself to me now?”

“you asked me who was there so i came out, its more rude to hide - isn't it?”

part of you wants to argue that that doesn’t make sense, but he’s a ghost and you’re partially upset that he’s such a handsome ghost

the other part is like, well it is true - i did ask who was there.

either way you sort of stand there

wondering what in the world you should do now

you didn’t actually think the ghost would come out and like introduce himself

at most you thought he’d like slam a door shut to spook you or something

and now he’s just stan-floating in front of you

looking like that,,,,,,unfairly,,,,,,,like seriously whys he more pretty than you

and also why -

you snap out of it and remember the second time you though you saw him - asking him right away:

“did you see when i was doing the um, the um...the dancing?”

he blinks and then bursts into laughter and you groan

“oh my god - you did see it!”

“it was very good-”

“don’t lie again!”

you cross your arms and seonghwa fights off a fit of chuckles

for a ghost, he sure can make noise

“well are you going to stay now that i know you’re here?”

it’s the only thing you can think of, now that you know you’ve been putting on a clown show for the hot ghost in your apartment

he floats a little closer, then tilts his head

“i can leave, but i can stay - that’s up to you.”

you kind of don't like that its up to you - but you look him up and down again and like

its not like he’s scary,,,,,,,,,,,actually hes nice to look at

you dig around for an excuse in your head and finally mutter

“well i mean i dont want you telling other ghosts about my dancing so i guess you can stay but promise youll leave when i do the - you know the - thing”

he looks to the side and then snaps his fingers

“oh like when you’re undressing?”

“DANCING!”

your cheeks burn suddenly - real embarrassment at the thought of that happening

“an-and that too....”

he frowns

“ok i understand the undressing, but i do like your dancing.”

“hey what did i sa-”

“im not lying, you said im handsome and im just pointing out that i do like your dancing.”

with a wave he disappears into the wall

and you aren’t sure why you’re so giddy over a ghost boys compliment LOL

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez au #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa au #member: ateez #sfw #ghosts/#seonghwa #ateez

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komahinasecretexchange · 4 years

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Title: How to make friends (NEW VISUAL NOVEL OUT THIS SUMMER)

By: @bidoofgodofdestruction

For: @whatsupscythia

Prompt: wingman Chiaki (exes with Hajime) tries to set up Nagito and Hajime in a non-despair au

Notes: this wound up being a very Chiaki-centric fic. I love Chiaki to death and wanted to explore her a little in this setting. Of course, Hajime and Nagito are in there being my favorite couple. I hope you’re happy with how this turned out! :)

“The ultimate gamer…” The boy had a less than trustworthy grin across his face as he stepped near Chiaki “Tell me, did you actually win all those tournaments? Or did you just charm the opposition into letting you win?”

She’d seen this scenario in her games. It was classic, and never fun to be on the receiving end. She glowered at him, resisting all urges to spit in his face.

“I won with my skill because I’m good at games. Please move.”

“Aw… you’re kinda cute puffing out your cheeks in anger like that.” He condescended going another step “Did your ‘sister’ do that?” He asked giving air quotes

Her eyes darted around for any help. She noticed that creepy kid from her class arguing with a reserve course loser. Not the best option.

“I don’t know. Now I have to go.”

She did her best to push past him but he grabbed her arm.

“Come on… maybe we can have a game night in my dorm?”

Chiaki turned getting ready to slap the asshole across the face when-

“Hey, what are you doing?!”

She looked to where she saw the two boys fighting and were now storming up to the boy who was harassing her, fire in their eyes.

“Harassing a girl…” the boy from her class -his name was Nagito right?- looked down his nose at the boy in disapproval “Not cool. Very not cool.”

“Hey, why don’t you mind your own business?”

Chiaki looked at the two boys and a plan formulated in her mind that she’d also seen play out in games.

“Oh, Daichi!” She broke away from the boy who had her and ran into the Reserve Course boy burying her head in his stomach “Are we on for date night tonight?”

“Huh? Who is-“

She stomped on his foot and nudged her head towards the boy.

“Uh… I mean… What are you doing with my girl?”

Wow his acting was bad. She looked to Nagito and mouthed ‘do something’ and he nodded and took initiative.

“You shouldn’t mess with Daichi. Although his reserve course student status suggests that he’s worthless, I’ve heard rumors that he is quite strong. And as you know reserve course students are quite uncultured. I wouldn’t be surprised if he struck you.”

She noticed “Daichi” giving Nagito the evil eye, and even Chiaki was going “cringe” in her head.

“But furthermore…” Nagito gave him a nasty look “You shouldn’t be harassing a lady.”

“… Whatever! Screw you!” The boy stormed off. Chiaki broke away from “Daichi” and said “Thanks.”

That’s how Chiaki had +2 to her party. Or as other people would call it… she made some friends for once. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “And then… he just goes ‘that’s a mighty fine tree’! Isn’t he so funny?!” Nagito laughed.

Chiaki looked away from her game to give an exasperated look to her classmate, and current only person in this class who she ever talked to- as against her better judgement that was.

“I don’t care about that. Just owning him at smash bros today.”

“Oh… is that you finally getting over him, or just you now channeling your angry breakup feelings into beating him at video games?”

Oh he had to bring that up. This was her first time talking to the guy in months since… that. They were finally gonna have a typical hang out and play some games. And Nagito, master douche had to be like that. Chiaki closed the console and bopped Nagito on the head.

“Shut up.”

“Well video games are a good way to channel your anger. Especially when you’re so talented at them. Nurture that talent to-“

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She whacked him in quick succession, and she noticed stares from the rest of the class. Ugh. She lost her stealth achievement. “Shut up.” She whispered.

“Okay.” He nodded “Why are we whispering?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hajime was already sitting on the bench when they got there. Darn it. She wanted a few more minutes to prepareto see the guy she hadn’t talked to in months. Surprisingly, it was Nagito who played the middle-man between them, really insisting Chiaki try to go back to being friends with Hajime. Pretty weird seeing as he was the last person to have enough of a backbone to insist anything from her. He always gave her the final hit during co-op, ran off the cliff during sudden death, he was a total pushover. So if Nagito got that passionate over it, it had to be worth it.

“Hi Chiaki.” Hajime stood up “Listen… with the Kuzuryuu… incident and our break up I think we both said a lot of things we didn’t mean.” He extended a hand “So can we start over?”

She nodded “Yeah.” And sat down on the opposite side of the bench from him.

“I’m so glad you two are getting along again!” Nagito sat in the middle taking his switch out of his bag “I hope your skills aren’t rusty Hajime! We haven’t played since you and Chiaki broke up.”

“Have some tact will you?” Hajime nudged him.

“Sorry. To be honest, when I hang out with Chiaki, games are all we do!”

“You never do anything else?” Hajime looked over.

“What else is there to do?” She asked.

“Well me and Nagito have eaten lunch together, tried some arts and crafts, listened to music…”

“Whatever.” She didn’t really need the lecture.

But she did notice how Nagito hummed and rested his head on Hajime’s shoulder- before coming to a seeming earth shattering revelation of what he was doing and backing off averting his gaze in guilt. Hajime didn’t seem to notice and selected his main: the piranha plant. Chiaki had stopped giving him shit about that a long time ago. But she kept noticing Nagito’s smile brighten when Hajime’s face brightened landing a KO on Chiaki (Chiaki didn’t tell him that she died to him on purpose) or how when Hajime nudged Nagito in this victory, Nagito turned bright scarlet.

Hoo boy.

Eventually, the three of them parted ways and scheduled to go to the crepes shop that opened up near the campus next time they saw each other, and Hajime headed towards his dorms, while Chiaki and Nagito went towards the ones for the main course.

“… You have a crush on him don’t you?” Chiaki asked when they got far enough away from them.

Nagito stopped in his tracks. Chiaki stopped as well to look back at him, and watched his face turn deep scarlet and him placing a hand on his burning cheek.

“When did you realize?”

“Oh you know… we were sitting around at one point… just the two of us and I realized that he’s truly kind and fun and absolutely wonderful!”

“Mmhm…” she wished she wasn’t talking about her exes romantic sensibilities when she was just coming off a break up.

“Well of course, even if he’s way too good for me! Though even then I don’t know how I could’ve fallen for a member of the reserve course! Isn’t the world a strange place? Where a bug like me could-“

“Stop.” Chiaki frowned “You’re not gonna raise any of his flags talking like that.”

“What do you mean?”

Chiaki turned to him and pointed a finger up at his stupid tall face.

“You like Hajime right?”

“Yes…”

“You want his Hajime Hinata’s?”

“That’s just his name.”

“You wanna kiss him?! With tongue?!”

“… Yes.”

“Then fucking try and make a move onto his 91 centimeter chest!” She shouted.

“His chest is 91 centimeters?”

“Yeah, found out while we were dating.”

Nagito turned a deeper shade of red.

“So… Hajime is the kind of person who looks thinner in clothes huh?” He asked a wobbly smile coming onto his face.

“Yeah! You want that, right?!”

“But I don’t deserve something so wonderful as that!”

“Pull yourself together! Yes you do!” She shouted “Now come back to the dorm with me! I’m staying up late tonight helping you get. Those. Hinatas.”

She dragged him back by the tie while he protested.

“But an ultimate shouldn’t be troubling themselves for someone like me! And maybe I do love Hajime and the way he looks so cute when he’s annoyed but what about me?! I’m not cute at all! I’m-“ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chiaki was really bad at dating sims. Like. Really bad. Like, turbo neophyte. But she was playing them until morning where her eyes were gross and crusty all for Nagito. She took notes on her findings all night. Then in class the next morning she arrived with an old pack of gum and a stuffed rabbit.

“What’s this?” Nagito asked.

“Okay. If you give Hajime a gift he’s gonna like you more. But you have to choose the right gift. And you can only give him one a day.”

“I don’t think Hajime will like this stuff…” Nagito claimed “Is this what you did when you and Hajime started dating?”

“No, but that didn’t work out anyways!” Chiaki stood up and leaned over Nagito’s desk “We’re not talking about me and Hajime getting together over Natsumi Kuzuryuu calling us a good couple, we’re talking you maxing out Hajime’s route!”

“Chiaki… your eyes look scary.”

“Are you listening?!”

“Chiaki… is this just your rebound for Hajime?”

Chiaki felt her legs give out at that and she fell, her legs tangled in the mix of desks.

“Unnnnn…”

“Chiaki…”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna pick out a gift for Hajime after school?”

“… Why not?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their dates didn’t consist of much. They’d meet up, make small talk, and have empty space between them, that Chiaki desperately wanted to be filled by the console. They’d go back to Hajime’s dorm and play a little bit, and that was when she felt close to him. He sucked and had to have everything explained to him, but that meant she got to talk more about the game. It was all going so well until that day.

“Hajime, you’ve been holding back telling people about your friend trying to bully people off campus?!”

“I had no idea it’d go as far as her pulling out a knife!”

“Jesus, you’re pathetic! I thought you were the kind of guy who doesn’t let this shit happen, but apparently if you’re buddy buddy with them, you look the other way!” She shouted.

“It’s not like that!”

“Oh! Oh! Really?! Because I started dating you because she set us up! And you never fucking told me about this! What kind of shit is that?!”

“Okay, I should’ve told you about that, but she’s still my friend!”

“Why? Cause she was waiting for her yakuza money to make her a main course student and you were hoping you could get a piece of her fame!? Is that why you’re dating me?! Because of my fame?! You know what people say right?!”

“It’s not about you!”

“Not about me?! I’m caught in the sniper crosshairs of this shit because of you! What do you have to say to that?!”

“Natsumi was the only person in this hellhole who understood how I felt!”

Chiaki glared at him for his disgustingly insensitive statement and spit at his feet.

“We’re done. Don’t talk to me.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Do you think he’ll like this one?”

Chiaki looked at Nagito pull out a model train set meant to be set up.

“No. He’d probably get frustrated with it.” She said “Put it back.”

Nagito complied and looked more around the curiosity shop. Chiaki continued sulking in the corner. If it was a game shop she could make a suggestion. But Nagito insisted this was a better way to get something sentimental.

“Getting a gift for your boyfriend?” The shopkeeper asked.

“He‘a not my boyfriend.” She corrected “He failed the route. Negative points. Got the bad ending.”

“What about this!” Nagito pulled out a glass ring which then dropped and shattered on the ground. “Oops.” He looked sheepish “I’ll pay for that.”

“Yes you will.”

Chiaki looked around grumpily for a few moments before looking at Nagito.

“What did you guys do while I wasn’t talking to him?”

“Well… actually… he was contemplating some heavy stuff when you two first split up.”

Heavy stuff?

“Wait… was he…”

“… I can’t give the details. But he wanted an easy fix you might say. Not the one you’re thinking of but… close.”

“… And you told him not too?”

“Yes… because… the time we met we were actually in a similar situation.”

Jesus Christ two atom bombs in one conversation. How did she not know this? Wasn’t she their friend?

“… Nagito…”

“This ones the fix you’re thinking of. He kept me from going through with it, and then, I went and started an argument. He was just some reserve course student thinking he knew what was best for someone he didn’t know. I thought he was the picture of arrogance. But I’m pretty glad for that arrogance… since it got me a pretty good friend. Two in fact.”

Chiaki wanted a game in her hands. An escape from the tough subjects and the hard facts of life being spit at her right now instead of her drama over a stupid break up.

“… We were just sitting there arguing over stupid things like Hopes Peak. But then we saw a girl being harassed. And we came together to help her.”

She looked up to see him smiling. It was so unsettling. The guy had some clear self-worth issues but he went about them so casually… just a comment made while they played games. she never thought…

“You have to see a therapist.” She said instantly. Nagito ignored her. “You have to see a therapist.” She repeated.

“This one looks nice doesn’t it?”

“Nagito!”

Chiaki went up to Nagito and grabbed his cheeks.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me something like this?”

“Sorry. You just never seemed like you were ready to hear it. Can I just look for a gift?”

Avoiding it. She threw her arms up and stormed out of the shop, leaving Nagito to peruse around for his gift. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She thought of taking that exit before too.

She had a sister. Eigo. More precisely, she was her sister. When Eigo died, her grief stricken father did everything to bring her back. And Chiaki was… what happened when he got ahold of her DNA samples. No matter how much her father held her when she cried from other children calling her a freak of nature at school, and telling her she was perfect, she knew she wasn’t a real human. Of course, when she started using video games, a world where all kinds of strange things like cloning, or a plumber who uses a mushroom to get big she was good enough to win tournaments, and she was no longer Chiaki Nanami, first successful human clone but Chiaki Nanami Ultimate Gamer.

Nagito said her existence was ‘wonderful.’ It was full of idol worship and weirdness, that didn’t sit well with her.

Hajime just told her he knew what it was like when people thought you had less value. She liked that more.

Actually she had no idea how Hajime and Nagito could stand to be in the same area when Nagito was the exact person to tell him he had less value. He clearly pissed Hajime off, but Chiaki kept him around because Hajime was a total joke to beat at games, and besides he drank enough ‘respect women’ juice that Teruteru didn’t talk to her anymore.

Nagito eventually when Hajime shouted “What’s wrong with you?!” started talking about… stuff that had happened to him. Lots of stuff. So much stuff. And Chiaki didn’t know how to handle that emotional stuff. But… Hajime told him he was sorry about all that. That he didn’t deserve all those awful things.

Chiaki thought that was implied but then Nagito just said “You know… nobodies ever said that to me.”

After that Hajime and Nagito eventually started to tolerate each other. Nagito’s scathing comments turned more to playful digs and they seemed to have more of a rivalry than pure antagonism. They would sometimes even talk about what they liked about the school, gossip, and just facts about their day.

Then, one day, sometime after they started dating, Hajime tried to come to them instead of them coming to him after school.

Big mistake. He got beaten by security. Bad. Nagito and Chiaki came outside to find him curled up and sobbing on the ground. Chiaki had never seen that from him before. But it was Nagito who dropped his bag and ran to him.

“Hajime!”

“Ugh… this was a stupid idea…” Hajime sighed “Let’s go.”

Chiaki had to lift him up and carry him (even though usually he carried her. What about that.) and they took him to Mikan to clean his wounds.

“What were you thinking going to the Main Course gates?!” Mikan squeaked.

“I… just wanted to feel like I was part of it for once.” Hajime sighed. “Of course they made sure I remembered my place… physically, and verbally.”

“That didn’t really happen…” Chiaki frowned “Did it?”

“Oh it did.” He looked down but Chiaki could see the traces of tears welling up in those eyes “They reminded me that I’m just a Reserve Course student who’s totally worthless-“

“But you’re not worthless!”

… What?

“What?” Hajime looked at Nagito in disbelief.

“You’re such an amazing person! My very first and best friend! You’re kind and intelligent and headstrong…”

Now Nagito was crying. Wait. Had Nagito ever cried either? She looked between the two of them.

“I… thanks Nagito.”

Nagito never made a snide comment about Hajime’s reserve course student status after that. They even started hanging out without Chiaki. So many details Chiaki never knew. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I found this last night.” Chiaki watched from behind a wall as Nagito handed Hajime a marble with green and red stars speckling the inside. “I thought you might like it.”

“Nagito… I… I don’t know what to say.”

He took the marble and hugged Nagito, who turned bright crimson in surprise.

“H-H-Hajime!”

“Oh. Sorry. I’m just a little emotional. With Chiaki still avoiding me.” He stepped back looking at the marble “It is pretty amazing though.”

“Thanks. Um… Hajime.” Nagito wrung his hands “Do you think that… that I need professional help?”

Chiaki froze in place.

Hajime looked from the marble to him, eyes widening.

“You- You’re actually considering it? Then go for it! There’s an Ultimate Therapist on campus isn’t there?”

“Okay… okay! I will!”

Chiaki felt like she was watching two strangers. She didn’t know them enough to tell them what they needed. Only they knew each other enough. The third wheel, so third she had to eavesdrop on them. So she dropped to the ground, leant against the wall, with no game or anything except listening to people she tuned out with those games.

#komahina #komahina secret exchange #fanfiction

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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immj2 08 + 09.11.20 lbs

08.11.20

lmaoooooooo i really love the ice cold way siya operates in. truly a raisinghania sib!

“siya chal sakti hai!!!” behen, iss ghar mein tumhare dimaag ki alaava sab kuch chalta hai.

dadi trying to cheer raja band baja hua beta up with his favt. chole bhature. he doesn't seem like the kind who'd eat that kinda food, but ok.

CHOLE BHATURE ARE NOT CHEERING HIM UP. MATLAB MAAMLA SERIOUS HAIIIIII.

lmao he's literally twisting and turning in place like kids do when they have a tantrum. i mean, i like it. it shows a more human side to the character, ki just how much anguish and helplessness he's feeling.

dadi like babe, you can't control everything in life, stop being such a bloody control freak ki things not going your way turn you like this.

blah blah anguished rant on how he lost something so important to him.

dadi giving cliche ~~~if it's meant to be yours, it'll come back to you~~~ advice. which is kinda working on him. huh. all kindsa out of sorts behaviour.

“jab tuney kisi ke saath galat nahi kiya hai, toh tere saath galat kyun hoga?” uh okkkkkkkkkkk, that's not how life works. bad shit happens to good ppl all the time. also, he's done lotsa galat shit ok. what did riddhima do for this fucker to paralyse her huh?????? YEH SAB USSI KA NATEEJA HAI. BHUGAT AB.

carbs therapy. BEST HAI. ALWAYS WORKS. IT'S SCIENCE, BITCHES.

dadi saying why don't you talk to riddhima about your issues, and lol he's whining about she dgaf about him coz she left him alone last night when he asked her not to.

dadi left praying ki hey bhagwaan these two fucks’ relationship is in your hands now, this is beyond human interference.

kabir being informed of new developments and accusation of kidnapping ragini is being heaped on siya. BASED ON WHAT EVIDENCE YOU STUPID TWIT??????? THAT SHE CAN WALK??????? SO CAN EVERYONE ELSE YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!!!

“mujhe usse vansh ke aage expose karna hoga.” LMAO BITCH EXPOSE YOURSELF FIRSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

“tum kya mujhe expose karogi? expose toh main tumhe karungi!” YES SIYAAAAAAAAA FUCK HER UPPPPPPPPPP

NOICE. WE LOVE A FIERCEASS SISTER WHO’S READY TO KILL FOR HER SIBLINGS. ESP. WHEN IT’S THE SCARY BIG BROTHER WHO’S EVERYONE’S PROTECTOR.

siya saying she just miraculously got cured a few days ago, and was waiting to surprise everyone. sounds sus, but whatever.

but also what kinda terrribleasssssss physiotherapist is riddhima that she didn’t even identify her patient’s progress?????

LMAO SIYA POL KHOLING OF VANSH BHAIYYA SAYING HE MADE HER DO ALL THE SHADY MASK SHIT. “TO KEEP RIDDHIMA SAFE”. haaaan behen, khooooob safe rakha tumne, baar baar behosh karke. pehle se hi iska dimaag nahi chalta, now you’ve managed to give her some kinda degenerative brain disease.

i love how vansh didn’t bother to ask siya how she stopped riddhima’s plans and knocked her out multiple times if she’s in a wheelchair. there’s literally only one person in a wheelchair in this house?!?!?!!!!!! wouldn’t riddhima KNOW who the person in the mask is???? god vansh. you’re such a dumbass.

lellllllllllllllllllllllllll i am livingggggggggg for siya reading riddhima to filth with a knife in her hand THIS IS THE BEST SCENE OF THIS SHOW YET. esp in her small, child-like voice, it’s fucking amazing.

riddhima admitted to being a spy, AND SIYA RECORDED IT ALSO. OMFG SHE’S MY NEW FAVE CHARACTER I LOVE HER THE MOST.

i wish vansh was the person he is to siya, instead of the fucker he actually is. she literally thinks the worldddddddddddd of him. ugh, i am so soft for this relationshippppppp.

but i also wanna know what the ishani/siya relationship is like? we hardlyyyyyy see them interact. like, we even see aryan push her wheelchair around sometimes, but ishani neverrrrrrr interacts with siya. why????

ugh riddhima managed to convince her that she really cares for vansh and is trying to do the right thing. she’s literally asking her to kill her rn if she doesn’t trust her. baby sis you’re farrrrrrrrr too trusting.

“mera dimaag tumpe trust karne se rok raha hai, riddhima, par jiss dil ne tumhe bhaabi bola haina, woh tumhe ek mauka dena chahta hai. ek aakhri mauka. iss baar mera bharosa mat todna. 24 ghante hai tumhare paas. apni taqdeer badal sako toh badal lo warna yeh audio main vansh bhaiyya ko suna doongi.” SERIOUSLY, WHERE WERE THEY HIDING THIS MOST SAYAANI CHARACTER OF THE SHOW TILLLLLL NOW????????!

riddhima has a condition for siya too. i think i know what it is.

omg vansh IS COLLAR PAKADKE YELLING AT ANGRE IN THE WORST WAYYYYYYY POSSIBLE. god vansh, you’re honestly the fucking worstttttttttttttttttttt. angre you need to take up work with someone else, istg, you don’t deserve this shit. kabir treats his sidekick so much better. yet another point in the kitty for kabir >>>>>> vansh.

seriously, why would you wanna blindfold this dude when he’s in THIS mood????? save it for the bedroom, sis.

empty wheelchair dekh ke he’s yelling at everrrrrrrryone ki how could they leave siya alone somewhere. god. i can’t imagine having to live with such a toxic personality.

everyone in the house is soooooo happy for siya. like, aryan’s not beaming as much as the others, but he does look kinda pleased. BECAUSE SIYA IS BEST CHARACTERRRRRRR OF THIS SHOW EVERYONE LOVESSSS HERRRRR.

oh my heart, i am so softttttttt for sibling shit like this. he’s hugging her with suchhhhhhhhhhhh fierceeee affection, i’m crying happy tearsssssss.

heart eyes for riddhima who supposedly cured her. pls. she did nothing. jo bhi karna tha, siya ne khud kiya hai. iss ridhimma manhoos ko jasoosi se kab fursat mili to do PT with siya and cure her???

siya being gracious and giving credit though. ugh, honestly, this show and this family don’t deserve siya.

lmao she’s saying vansh brought riddhima in though, so actually allll the credit goes to bhaiyya for intimidating this poor woman into treating his sister against her will.

THE AFFECTION. THE SHEER MAGNITUDE OF HIS LOVE FOR HERRRR. I CRIEEE. THIS IS THE ONLY RELATIONSHIP THAT MATTERS TO ME IN THIS GODFORSAKEN SHOW.

anupriya giving some fakeass congrats. i hope siya tells vansh that she was the one who pushed her down the stairs a while back. aur kuch nahi toh just for that vansh is gonna kill her dead.

riddhima and vansh still all tense and sad about the ragini thing. OUFF JUST LIVE IN THE MOMENT YOU FUCKS.

I LOVE HER. I FUCKING LOVE HER. BEST RAISINGHANIA HAI YEH.

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09.11.20

riddhima back at kabir’s to try and find ragini. ughhhhhhhhh i’m just so done with this nonsense. we already KNOW that kabir and anupriya still have her based on the precap from like 2, 3 days ago.

lol kabir is so pissed at riddhima and her dimaag chalaana. a mood we ALL share.

kabir trying to turn riddhima against siya and riddhima’s like NOOOO SHE COULD NEVER, “USKI AANKHEIN USKI AWAAAZ SAAF SAAF KEH RAHI THI KI WOH SACH BOL RAHI HAI!” uh huh, yeah, like kabir’s are rn????? and vansh’s were before he paralysed you? just a suggestion i’m throwing out there: is it possible that perhaps, just maybe, you’re just very fucking stupid, riddhima, and tend to trust people too easily????

OUFF I’M SO BORED WITH THIS SCENE. we already know from the precap that ragini will knock down a vase but riddhima will never find out what caused it and kabir will make some lame excuse she’ll believe. FWDING TO NEXT.

JESUS CHRISTTTTTTTT, SIYA IS JUST WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE RANDOMLY LISTENING TO THAT AUDIO CLIP OF RIDDHIMA’S CONFESSION. AND SHE WALKS RIGHT INTO VANSH, WHO’S LIKE HUH, WHAT’S THAT RIDDHIMA IS SAYING?????

siya brushes it off saying its exercise stuff for her PT. sure. uh huh.

OH MY HEART HE GOT HER HEEEEEEELS, WHICH SHE’S ALWAYSSSSSSS WANTED. THIS BHAIYYA-BABY RELATIONSHIP IS GONNA TAKE ME DOWN GODDAMNITTTT. ITNE DIN BAAAAAAAAAAAD ITNI ACHCHI SIBLING FEELS MILI HAI ITV SEEEEEEE.

bhaiyya knows baby enough ki she’s hiding something from himmm. oh noeeeeeeeeeee.

damn, siya a real one. didn’t give out riddhima’s secret coz she wants to give her a fair chance. again, this show does not deserve this character. she’s too good for it.

she says she just believes in him and knows he’ll find whoever murdered mom.

SOFT. SO SOFT. MY HEART IS SO FULL WHENEVER THESE TWO SHOW LOVE TO EACH OTHERRRRR.

idhar ragini ki marammat shuru. y’all are just exhausting me with this bs. isse maarna hai toh maaro already. ainvayi mein time waste.

oh dangggggggg, ragini batting for riddhima. saying i know she’ll fuck y’all up. dang, we love the sisterhood feels of this episode!

“aap ke liye SPECIAL INTEZAAM kiya hai maine.” said with the most polite customer service obsequiousness. I LOVE THIS PSYCHOPATH THE MOSTTTTTTTTTT.

ragini warning them that once vansh finds out everything, they’re as good as dead. wow, spunky!!!! dude i like her as a female lead better than stupid fucking riddhima.

“hmmmmmm, you’re right. lekin usse batayega kaun???” honestly, why do i love his deranged ass so much????

anyway mishra has been delegated the task of stashing her somewhere else i guess. so it’s settled that mishra knows he’s not working for the CBI or whatever and is just a hired goon.

dadi is organizing YET ANOTHER POOJA. lordddddd.

this riddhima and her dumbass mandir jaana excuse that she uses constantly.

“bhagwaan tum jaisi bahu sab ko de!” OMFG DADI PLS, GOD FORBID. ISSE ACHCHA AAPKE BETE KUNWAARE MARR JAAYE!

ugh dadi your bloody pota needs a fucking therapist, it isn’t in riddhima’s hands to fix his 1001 mental issues.

great, mangalsutra almost broke. foreshadowing.

ughhhhh mummy managed to steal the memory card from aryan. FUCKING IDIOT I THOUGHT YOU HAD PUT IT IN THE BLOODY BANK ALREADY, BUT NO. HE WAS STILL HOLDING ON TO IT AND TALKING ABOUT IT LOUDDDDDDDDLY ON THE PHONE. jesusssss, why he so fuckinggggg stupid????

oh now vansh is exclaiming GREATTTTTTT JOB ANGREEEE as if he didn’t tell him to GTFO, THE VERY SIGHT OF YOU DISGUSTS ME yesterday. fuck, i really hate vansh as anything but a brother to siya.

aaaaaaand riddhima was standing behind him and he turned around and in a veryyyyyyy contrived move got his watch caught in her mangalsutra and broke it.

sis freaking about THE APSHAGUN!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s like arre nahi achcha shagun hai, angre got the cctv footage now i’ll know who kidnapped ragini! and sis is like OH GOD NO THE BAD LUCK IS STARTING ALREADY I’M SO DEADDDDDDD

“toh main tumhe kho dungi.”

lmao his face. literally the white guy blinking meme.

god she’s having a freakout about how their shaadi and rishta is in khatra. BITCH THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MS AND INSTEAD THE MOUNTAIN OF LIES YOU ARE SITTING ON AND YOUR EK DARJAN KE INCOMPATIBILITY ISSUES AS INDIVIDUALS.

”tum jaanti ho riddhima, tumahra ek ek aansoon mere liye kitna keemti hain? aisa lagta hai jaise mere dil ke ek tukde ko tod ke alag kar diya ho.”

OH YEAH????? DIDN’T FEEL ANYTHINGGGGG WHEN YOU PARALYSED HER HUH????????? IT’S GONNA BE A LONGASSSSS TIME BEFORE I GET OVER THAT, BITCH BOY.

yeah yeah ok this is a nice moment and all. WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THIS DUDE, HUH?????? WHY’D YOU HAVE TO RUIN ALLLLLLLLLL THE GOOD WILL YOU BUILT UP BY KARWA CHAUTH IN ONEEEEEEE MOMENTTTTTTT?????? fuck, i hate you tellywood men and the shit they put my stupid heart through.

only bappa ki aarti shall fix things now. based on the promo and BTS i’ve seen, things about to get reallllllly realllllllly bad but............ lol let’s wait and watch.

ragini managed to sneak mishra’s phone outta his pocket. SEE????? SO ENTERPRISING!!!!!! I LIKE HER SO MUCH MORE THAN RIDDHIMA. GOD VANSH, THIS IS THE GIRL YOU SHOULD HAVE MARRIED. SHE’S REALLY THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY.

she’s callllllllllling vanshhhh. BUT AARTI KI WAJAAH SE HE CAN’T HEAR THE PHONEEEEEE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

here, have some dhaarmik #couple goals to take the edge off the anxiety till the next episode.

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precap: omfg ragini got through to riddhima and she almost told her that kabir is behind kidnapping her, but kabir got to her and attacked her from the back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DOUBLE OMFG SIYA OVERHEARD MUMMY ON THE PHONE BRAGGING ABOUT KILLING THEIR MOM AND CALLS VANSH TO TELL HIM ABOUT IT!!!!! LIKE SHE TOLD HIM THE NAME ALL CLEARLY AND THAT SHE HEARD IT FIRSTHAND!!!!!!!! VANSH SEEMS TO BE GIVING NO REACTION THO????????????

TELL ME THAT BOTH THESE PHONE CALLS WERE NOT MADE ON SOME FUCKING GHATIYA NETWORK LIKE IDEA AND THE REQUIRED PPL HEAR EVERYTHING THEY NEED TO!!!!!!!! (high hopes, i know. 😔😔😔)

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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wingsonghalo · 4 years

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Until Death (Do Us Part)- a HanaNene fic

MY FOURTH FIC IS UP! This one is about... well, I’ll let these screenshots from Discord say it all.

I mean, after that, how could I refuse?

Title: Until Death (Do Us Part) Pairing: Hanako/Nene Rating: G Wordcount: 3,190 Summary: “The thing is… we’re… you and me, I mean… we’re kind of… married.”

Apparently, swallowing the mermaid scales did more than just give them a bond.

Incredibly minor spoilers for the Picture Perfect Arc! Also available on: Ao3 Support me on: Patreon | Ko-fi

This one is super short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!! Thanks to the HanaNene Discord server and to @kittykatz009 and @ittybittytoostormy for the enthusiasm and support!

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Until Death (Do Us Part)

“You are outmatched, School Wonder!” the beastly apparition snarled, rearing back on her fuzzy hind legs and preparing a powerful downward slash. “I have the experience! I have the strength! I have—” She cut herself off with a shrill yelp, and turned to look behind herself.

“...A tail?” Hanako finished for her, holding the bushy appendage in one hand like a huge fuzzy rope and grinning at the wolflike supernatural. “Yes, you do indeed have that. Unfortunate. Very easy to grab.” Nene wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get behind the wolf so fast, as he’d been in front of it mere moments before, but she guessed that unpredictability and cleverness was what made him such an effective fighter.

“LET GO OF ME!” the werebeast roared, twisting around and swiping her claws at him.

“Gladly,” he replied, using the tail to vault himself onto her back, and then shouted over to where Nene stood: “Yashiro! The scroll, now!”

“R-Right!” she squeaked, unfurling the cursed scroll that had started all this nonsense. What words was she supposed to chant for this? The adrenaline pumping through her veins was making her thoughts all disorganized!

“YOUR LITTLE MATE CANNOT BEST ME!” The supernatural abandoned her efforts to throw Hanako off her shoulders in favor of turning her attention to Nene. She loomed above her, all dark gray fur and glowing yellow eyes and teeth the size of Nene’s thumb. Nene took a step back, wondering whether screaming and crying or running as fast as she could would be the more effective course of action. “A living girl, bound in matrimony to an apparition? What a ridiculous notion,” the werebeast said. She made a low noise in her throat, a kind of rhythmic rumbling snort, and it took a few moments for Nene to realize that she was laughing at her. “You think I’m scary? He’s the monster, tricking you like that!”

Nene had no idea what this furry jerk was on about—had she said matrimony? Matrimony as in marriage?!—but it wasn’t important right now. What was important was remembering this incantation or whatever it was!

“Yashiro!” Hanako shouted, throwing his arms around the beast’s neck in a choke-hold. She thrashed and tried to yank him off of her, but he held fast. “Wax and wane!”

“Oh!” Nene exclaimed, suddenly remembering the words.

“No!” the apparition protested, garbled voice urgent with panic and still trying in vain to shake Hanako off as he held her still. “Don’t!”

It was generally a bad idea to heed pleas like that, so Nene held the scroll high in the air and chanted as loudly as she could:

“The blood-red moon will wax The silver Wolf will rise Rend the prison before the wane And shatter its disguise!” With this, she tore apart the parchment with all her might, ignoring the agonized wail of the giant creature. The werebeast fell to the ground and writhed around, her body dissolving into massive puddles of shiny black ink and leaving the school grounds eerily quiet.

Hanako lifted a foot off the ground, watching ink drip off his shoe. “Ew,” he remarked.

“I thought I was dog food!” Nene whined, finally letting herself sink to the grassy ground. Her legs, splayed at the knees beneath her, didn’t feel up to supporting her anymore.

“Good job with the scroll, Yashiro,” said her companion, floating above the pools of ink to hover at her side. His Hakujoudai had transformed him back into his typical school uniform sans cape. “I’m glad you were able to remember what to say.”

“Thanks to your hint, yeah.” She smiled up at him. “That was more excitement than I really wanted out of my Monday night, though...”

Hanako’s eyes appeared to glow in the moonlight, which cast a vermilion tint over everything rather than the usual silver due to tonight’s red moon. “Sorry. This was our only chance until about two years from now, when the next red moon occurs. Thanks for coming out here so late.”

“Sure thing,” she replied, accepting Hanako’s extended hand and letting him pull her back to her feet. Her fingertips tingled where they touched his. “I mean, it’s not like I could just let you fight a cursed scroll-werewolf by yourself.”

He hummed, not letting go of her hand. “I wouldn’t have been able to even touch that scroll, so you being here meant that we could put that apparition out of commission for good, instead of just subduing it like every other time.” Smiling fondly at her, he placed his free hand on her head. “We make a good team.”

She returned the smile, pleased at his appreciation, but something still nagged at her that she wasn’t ready to close the book on just yet. “Hey Hanako-kun,” she said, her eyebrows knitting.

“Hm?” He dropped both his hands down to his sides again, eyeing her curiously.

“That supernatural…” Her hands were free again now, too, so she smoothed them over her skirt a bit anxiously. “She said something I don’t really understand.”

Was it Nene’s imagination, or did he already look a bit cagey, casting his eyes around instead of looking at her? “Oh?”

“She, uh...” How was she supposed to phrase this? It was so awkward! “She called me… your mate?” Her voice had trailed off into a squeak, and she fidgeted with her fingers anxiously.

“Did she?” Hanako’s voice had shot up into squeak territory also, and even in the dim lighting Nene could see how his face had flushed.

“Yeah,” said Nene, “and then she said… we were ‘bound in matrimony’ or something? Wh-What…” She glanced up at him, but only for a moment, quickly deciding that looking down at the grass was more comfortable. “What did she mean by that?”

A silence hung heavy in the air between them, interrupted only by the chirping and buzzing of nighttime insects.

“I have no idea,” Hanako finally said, though the statement had gone up in pitch at the end like it was a question, so Nene didn’t find it all that convincing.

“Hanako-kun,” she said sternly, putting her hands on her hips.

“Okay, okay,” he sighed, hanging his head. “I’ll...” Anxiously, he ruffled the hair at the back of his head, unwittingly putting his hat just slightly off-balance. “I’ll explain as best I can, but please try not to get too mad at me, okay?”

Well that was never a good preface to an explanation. “I’ll try,” she said warily.

He drew in a deep breath, and then blew it out, snatching his hat off his head and holding it in front of his chest, almost like a shield. “The thing is… we’re… you and me, I mean… we’re kind of… married.”

Nene stared.

She stared for such a long time that her vision blurred, and then she blinked three times, but the image in front of her did not change, so she blinked about eight more times.

Again, nothing changed.

Nene was still standing a foot apart from the supernatural who had just claimed to be her spouse.

“Wh...” was all she could force out, but then her voice failed again, so she just left it at that.

“It was the Mermaid Scale,” Hanako started up again, evidently encouraged by Nene’s lack of violent response. “Sharing the Mermaid’s Curse with another person does more than just give them some common ground. It binds their very souls together. Intertwines their fates. Makes their destiny… one.” He chanced a glance up at her, nervous and timid and maybe a little sad. “In the eyes of all supernaturals, at least, we’re…”

“Married?” she breathed, and when Hanako just nodded, she stumbled on nothing, knees suddenly weak again. Was the sky spinning? It felt like the sky was spinning. Also, it was at least 5 degrees hotter out here than it had been a minute ago.

“It—It doesn’t mean anything,” he insisted, waving his hands around frantically. “It was the only way I could think of to save you from life as a fish, and I just, I couldn’t tell you because it was so ridiculous, and it’s not as if it’s legally binding or anything—”

“It’s not fair,” she murmured, her hands tangling in her hair. “It’s just not fair…!”

“I’m sorry!” He took a step toward her, his voice pleading. “I know it’s not fair, and I regret that I couldn’t do anything else for you! I know I’m not—”

“I’ve been married all this time and I never even got to be proposed to?!” Nene wailed, interrupting him. “What kind of bullshit is that?!”

All of Hanako’s words died instantly, and he gaped at her soundlessly for a few long seconds. “Wait, that’s what you’re upset about?!” he said when he found his voice again.

Her hands balled into shaking fists. “Why don’t I even have a ring, Hanako-kun?!” she demanded.

Both his hands were raised defensively. “I really think you’re freaking out about the wrong thing here!”

“Yeah, yeah, I could be mad at you for basically marrying me without my knowledge and then never telling me,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “But come on, Hanako-kun! Getting proposed to is every girl’s dream! Getting married is my dream! And then it happened and I didn’t even know?!”

“I don’t understand anything,” the apparition muttered, scrubbing a hand through his messy hair.

“Listen here,” she said, taking a few steps forward and jabbing her index finger into his chest. “I’m not mad at you for doing what you did with the Mermaid Scale, because I know you were just trying to save my life. I’m not upset that you bound us together, because I already knew that part anyway.”

“Ow, cut it out, that actually really hurts,” Hanako whined, catching her hand in his own and holding it still.

“What makes me upset,” she went on, locking her eyes onto his, “is that you let me go all this time without telling me about any of it.” Her eyes felt moist, but she refused to let herself cry at a time like this. If anything, staring down the werewolf had been the appropriate time to cry this evening. “Did you just not think it was important or something? Do I mean that little to you, that something like this just isn’t even worth mentioning?”

“No—No, of course not!” he exclaimed, gripping her hand tighter. “I just, I knew you’d be angry about it, and it doesn’t really count anyway, so I thought—”

“So you admit it: it ‘doesn’t count’ for you,” she interjected. “Just like your little ‘good luck charm’ didn’t count, and your confession didn’t count, and your asking me out didn’t count…!” Her vision swam, and she used her free hand to rub away the tears before they could fall.

“I, I don’t—help me understand, Yashiro,” he begged, wide eyes filled with questions. “You’re talking like you want all those things to count or something.”

“I do!” she shot back, stomping a foot. “When are you going to get that through your head, dummy?!”

And then, because she was probably still a little high on adrenaline, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back again to glare at him.

Slowly, then, the realization of what had just happened washed over her. Heat prickled all over her face and neck like a sudden allergic reaction. She couldn’t meet the eyes of the boy who was staring at her in utter shock, the boy she was apparently supernatural-married to, the boy she had just kissed—

But he was quicker to recover than she was, and pulled her against his chest. “That one didn’t count either,” he murmured before kissing her properly.

They made this one count.

The pressure was gentle, but just firm enough to let her know that he had absolutely meant to do this. She tightened her hold on his hand, still trapped between them, and tilted her head, accepting the gesture and reciprocating it. It was shy. It was affectionate. It was a little bittersweet.

It was not enough.

Nene made a noise of protest when he began to pull away, moving forward to capture him in another kiss. Through every touch of their lips, she communicated to him how much she had wanted this, how much she wished they hadn’t wasted so much time, how much she—

“I like you,” she choked out when they parted, foreheads still leaned together. “I really, really like you, no matter how much I tried not to.”

“I… I’m still kind of amazed you’re not angry at me,” he confessed.

“I am pretty angry,” she told him.

“Oh,” he said nervously.

“I mean, what if I’d gotten a boyfriend?” She took a step back and placed a hand on her hip. “I’m sure that would have been a fun conversation! ‘Sorry, I really like you, but I’m actually married to someone else!’”

“W-Well, I mean, it’s not like such a marriage would be recognized by mortals anyway...” He rubbed the back of his head again sheepishly. “So you wouldn’t have actually had to tell anyone anything if that did happen...”

Yeah, it was kind of a longshot to imagine Nene getting a boyfriend anyway. Plus Hanako never let any boys get close to her to begin with… which suddenly made a little more sense. “Hey wait, you said ‘not recognized by mortals,’” she realized then, tilting her head. “Does that mean supernaturals recognize it, then?”

He bit his lip, and avoided her eyes. “Yes.”

A questioning eyebrow shot up. “As in, they see it as a legitimate marriage, or as in they literally can see our bond visually somehow?”

He hung his head now. “The second one.”

“So let me see if I’ve got this straight.” She paused, and folded her arms. “Every supernatural we’ve ever interacted with, from the mokke to Tsuchigomori-sensei to Mei-chan, has known that we are in effect married, but I did not?”

“Would it help if I told you that I explained the situation to most of them?” he asked, cringing.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE EXPLAINED TO ME!” she roared, and Hanako almost dropped his hat in surprise. “Sheesh! How can they tell anyway? Is there like a red string invisible to mortals or something?”

“Well, yes,” he said, “but also… in the case of our werewolf friend tonight… a lot of them can...” Trailing off, he jammed his hat back onto his head and cleared his throat. Nene waited. “...smell it,” he squeaked eventually.

Nene blinked. “Smell it?”

“Yeah. Now that we’ve both swallowed a Mermaid Scale, we have a similar scent, or like, a similar feel...” He shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. Basically, our presence is the same now, too.”

“I smell like you now?!” What did that even mean? Did Hanako even have a particular scent? The only thing she’d ever smelled around him was the lemon cleaning fluid she used to clean his stupid bathrooms and, occasionally, when he indulged in them, the sugary scent of glazed donuts.

“O-Only to more animal-like supernaturals… like that wolf, or—”

“Yako-san,” she realized, and then sighed, her shoulders slumping. “No wonder she always acted so disgusted with me...”

“Sure,” said Hanako. “Let’s say it was that.”

Nene didn’t know what else to say, so she just sat on the ground again, and after a few seconds, Hanako (her husband, Hanako—seriously, what was happening) joined her. “It, um… you know this doesn’t have to change anything, right?” he asked her. She looked over questioningly, and he rested his crossed arms on his knees. “Just because some curse says we’re…”

“Married,” she supplied.

“Right,” said Hanako, “that… It’s not anything you or I really chose, and it doesn’t have to affect anything between us.”

“Hanako-kun,” she said flatly.

“Yes?”

“Did kissing you not get my feelings across well enough?”

Even in profile, in this dim lighting, she could see his ears turn pink. “Um…”

She heaved a sigh, and then leaned back on her hands, looking up at the dusty red disc in the sky. “I’ll say it like this, then: If I had to get accidentally married to someone without my knowledge… I’m really glad it was you.” She caught the movement of Hanako yanking his hat down to cover his eyes in embarrassment, so she reached over and snatched it off his head, popping it onto her own. “Stop hiding from me,” she told him.

He was not taking her advice, and had plopped his face into his hands. “...it to go at all,” he muttered.

“Huh?”

“This isn’t how I wanted it to go at all,” he repeated, finally uncovering his blushing face. “I wanted to tell you about it, but I decided not to until I could also… say other things.”

She tilted her head at him. “Like what?”

“Like…!” He locked eyes with her as if trying to communicate with those alone, but then let out his breath in a whoosh and looked up at the sky, leaning back on his hands as well. Nene wondered if he was looking for guidance from his beloved stars. She’d seen him unsure plenty of times, and reluctant to open up even more frequently. But right now, he was trying the best he could to say something that was really hard to say.

So she reached over to cover his hand with her own, offering her support. “Whatever it is, I’ll listen,” she told him gently.

After a moment’s hesitation, he turned his hand over to hold hers. “You… no one has ever been so important to me. Not in life, and not in death,” he started. “But I guess I’ve said that before, haven’t I? Or something like it.” Nene didn’t answer the rhetorical question. She just watched him quietly. “You make things feel… normal. Like I’m allowed to laugh and have friends even though ghosts don’t do that. Or… I thought they didn’t.” He fell quiet again, so she squeezed his hand to encourage him. “I can’t… no, I wasn’t supposed to be able to love,” he concluded in a voice just above a whisper. “But you keep making me… do all these things I thought I couldn’t do.”

He still hadn’t said it. Not really. But Nene knew what he was trying to say. “I love you too,” she murmured, and leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

Tenderly, his thumb stroked her knuckles, the simple touch sending tingles of sensation sparking through her whole body. “Yashiro...” he said, but let her name trail into silence.

“What?”

“If you really want to be married to me so badly, I expect an elaborate proposal before I’ll consider saying yes,” he quipped. She shoved him, and he laughed.

“What were you really going to say?” she pressed him, a smile still lingering on her face. The stars were winking above as if sharing in the joke.

He just pushed the hat off her brow enough to brush a kiss against her forehead. “Not much,” he assured her. “Just… thank you.”

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Next HanaNene fic up... sometime!! soon!! Hope to see you then, and thanks for reading <3333

#hananene #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #stuff i write

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weirdmarioenemies · 4 years

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Name: Kasa Obake

Debut: ???

Despite everything, I wasn’t really planning to do another yōkai post after the Gashadokuro, but you know what? I can’t help myself! I’ve got so much to say and this is my only outlet for that! I mean not be an expert, but dang if I’ve got passion! So even though I’ve touched on them once before, here they are with an encore performance: the Kasa Obake! Please give them a round of applause!

But first: What the heck does “Kasa Obake” even mean? Kasa is the Japanese name for an umbrella or a parasol, and obake means... well, ghoul, monster, ghost, goblin, take your pick! (It’s a vague term, like yōkai, but strictly speaking it means “changing thing”!) Of course, in this case we have a karakasa, or a traditional paper umbrella, which gives them the alternate names of Karakasa Obake or Karakasa Kōzo (kid)!

The Kasa Obake might just be one of the most quintessential yōkai, and it’s quite easy to understand why- a one-legged, one-eyed paper umbrella monster who hops around like a pogo stick? Instantly charming! Instantly spooky! Sign me up!

They’re also (sometimes) a lovely example of a tsukumogami, one of my favorite classifications of anything ever! In short: a cherished object that lives to around 100 years old gains a fresh new soul and becomes a yōkai of their very own! Yes, while Pokémon fans have been complaining about object monsters for a long time, the Japanese have been relishing in them for centuries! Take that!

But alas! Like the Gashadokuro, the Karakasa’s origins may be a bit misleading! Though not quite as recent, the Kasa Obake is more or less considered a “made-up” yōkai, appearing somewhere around the late 19th century, without any legends, stories, or, well... anything to its name!

But again, I just think that speaks for its charm! Those Japanese artists from 300 years ago may not have invented this paper umbrella ghost, but I’m sure they wish they did! They’re iconic, they’re easy to draw, and people can’t get enough of them! And damn right, I say! We should stop trying to make Halloween costumes sexy and just dress up as umbrellas every year. They can’t stop us all!

A big force in making the one-legged Karakasa as popular as it is today came from Obake Karuta, a variation of the popular Karuta game from the 19th and early 20th century- rather than using famous poems or common idioms, it had a deck full of Funny Monsters! It was basically one of the first examples of categorising and marketing as many Funny Monsters as possible, so it’s pretty much the great grandpappy of all Funny Monster Games! In a sense, we might owe this blog to Obake Karuta to some extent!

(Speaking of Obake Karuta it’s also one of the few appearances of the Shumoku Musume who really has nothing to do with this post but she's another favorite of mine)

Anyway! As Funny Monster related media continues to grow and expand, so has the Kasa Obake’s grasp on popular culture! Movies, cartoons, games, they really have it all! No media can resist their allure! So once again, under the cut, some fictional Kasa Obake! (as opposed to regular Kasa Obake, which are real)

Did you know? Yokai Monsters: 100 Monsters is one of the best films ever made. Of course, that’s judging purely by the number of monsters, I haven’t seen it myself, but how many movies do you know that have 100 monsters? Not many, I assume!

Look at this guy! Not only is he fantastic, but that’s some really cool puppetry, too!

2005′s The Great Yokai War, which was kind of a spiritual successor to Yokai Monsters, also features a Karakasa as the comic relief character, and I can’t think of anything better to be comic relief! Hollywood take note!

(from Obscure Video Games on Tumblr)

Naturally, we see plenty Kasa Obake in the many, many GeGeGe no Kitaro adaptations!

They look quite different with every appearance, but my favorite would have to be Shigeru Mizuki’s original illustration- I mean, you can’t beat that cheeky little smirk!

Then there’s Pallysol, from Yo-Kai Watch! Of course, they had to make it clear that this guy is a pal, objectively, like Pal from Pac and Pal. I feel like as far as cutesy Karakasa designs go, this one’s nearly perfect!

What’s that? A mobile game variant of Pallysol, based on a disposable umbrella with a little rain boot? Don’t mind if I do! This is probably like, the peak of monster design. This is what the Kasa Obake was born for.

This here Touhou is a Karakasa... I guess? Hm... If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is just a girl!

Look, I respect Touhou! Some of my best friends are Touhous! I’m certainly partial to an anime girl every now and then! But, it’s more or less my creed that you shouldn’t make a boring human character when a funny monster would offer so much more!

See, now isn’t that way more pleasing to the eyes? Er... eye?

The Ghostbusters mobile game has a very cool Karakasa design that I wanted to mention. Did you know there’s a Ghostbusters mobile game? Neither did I!

Uh oh, Nioh! He’s quite scary, but look at him dance! He’s so happy!

The Jackbox game Tee KO features a whole roster of funny yokai to pick, including (but not limited to) a Karakasa looking to win the prize money and open his very own sandal shop! Look how adorable! As objectively the best character, the real aim of the game is to be the first to pick him. This one is named Taco, I guess.

Oh, you won’t fool me this time Touhou! This is a girl and I know it!

Jumpershoot, a midboss from Kirby’s Dream Land 2 and 3, is about as Karakasa as a Karakasa can get! But with one of Kirby’s main abilities being a Parasol, it’s a wonder why they’ve barely appeared since! For shame, HAL!

Ah well, at least the Kirby Twitter artwork gives them some love, right? Though, what hasn’t the Kirby Twitter referenced at this point?

Well, that’s about it! That’s pretty much all the Kasa Obake I can think to talk about, though probably not all the ones that exist. If you’ve got a Karakasa of your own to share, hit us up! I swear I've gotten all my yōkai juices out of my system, and I’ll never subject you guys to a post like this again! Unless you want me to...?

Actually, I can’t shake the feeling I’m forgetting something. Wasn’t there another series I liked, which also had a Karakasa...? Hm...

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Color Palette

[Blurb XVI]

EXO Byun Baekhyun x Reader Summary: Five times you wore the same thing as Baekhyun, and one time you didn’t. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: College au, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: tbh this is kinda too long to be a blurb but oh well. This prompt came to me while on my way home, cause there was a guy in a very specific shirt and so I was like, huh, what are the chances someone else has that shirt.

Day 1: Monday

“Hello.”

I turn to guy next to me, just about to sit down, and smile. “Hi.”

“Nice shirt,” he notes, looking from mine to his own that was the same striking color as my bright yellow one.

"I thought I ought to start this semester with some positivity," I confess, smiling sheepishly.

He laughed, nodding his head, "I decided to do the same too."

He sits down on the available chair next to me. Our teacher blabbers on about stardust.

I turn to the guy next to me, finding myself observing how his black hair brushed against his fair skin.

"My name is Baekhyun, by the way," he tells me without looking my way.

I feel my cheeks burn slightly, but I disregard it simply by telling him my name also.

Day 2: Wednesday

I heard a chuckle from behind me.

"Ya, nice shirt."

It was Baekhyun, in an olive green hoodie, matching my olive green crop top.

"Hmm, did you buy your shirt at a boutique at the mall downtown?"

Baekhyun cocks his head to the side and pulls his head back, "Actually, I think this is from there."

"Then that explains a lot. "I nod, insinuating that we probably bought our clothes at the same place.

His expression fades to a smirk as he sits down next to me. I focus on my notebook. He watches as I brush my hair to the side.

"Green looks good on you," he says, making me turn to him. Our eyes meet. My brows involuntarily quirk up at his soft expression. "Uh... you too."

Day 3: Saturday

"Ya this is so creepy," I mutter under my breath. I hiss and hide behind my large friend. Chanyeol knits his brows cranes his neck over his shoulder. "Uh... what's happening?"

"It's Baekhyun."

"Who da heck?"

"My seatmate in social sciences! Whenever I see him, we're just always wearing the same colored top,"

Following this logic then, Chanyeol zeros in on whoever was wearing a grey sweater, or at least something grey. "The guy without a backpack?"

I narrow my eyes at his description and realize that Baekhyun is indeed the only one in his group without a backpack. At this point, I push Chanyeol and go to his side which was opposite to Baekhyun's.

"Honestly," Chanyeol sighs, "I don't get girls and same outfits."

"Uh, besides the fact he's a dude and yet we still probably shop at the same side of the mall?"

"I don't see the big deal; clearly, you're soulmates. You can borrow his clothes, easy-peasy."

"Chanyeol, I will cut you."

Baekhyun, amidst his hilarious repartee, finds himself looking back and frowning when he saw what he did.

Day 4: Monday

Alright, today is gonna be a day where we don't match. It's a brand new week.

Baekhyun was already sitting in his place wearing a: denim jacket.

That's great!

I'm wearing a neon purple blouse. Sure, I really demanded attention with it, but at least there was no way he could wear something so outrageous.

Victorious, I walked over to my seat and smiled sweetly, "Good morning."

He turned to me with half-opened eyes, clearly lacking a few hours of sleep. "Ya," he chuckled, scratching his yawn away. "Nice shirt."

I felt really smug, though he was most definitely teasing me.

He stretched his arms out. My eyes widened. What the hell was he wearing underneath?

"I didn't do the laundry and so I had no other choice but to wear this horrible thing." He opened his jacket, revealing the scary shade of neon purple. "I thought it was too much, so I hid it under denim. But then you walk in here and just look--"

"Like an imbecile."

"--smoking hot."

I give him major side eye, but break into laughter anyway.

"It's quite inspiring actually," he says, moving to remove his jacket.

For a second, I panic, because with him doing this, the world will be exposed witness to the fact we matched again today. But then I realize, Chanyeol's right. It's completely stupid to fuss over wearing the same thing as this guy. I mean, he was cute for goodness' sake!

I sigh, making myself relax.

"I guess we're soulmates."

I snort and shake my head, "you and Chanyeol seem to think so."

Baekhyun pouts, brows involuntarily lowering, "Was he the guy you were walking with?"

"You saw me?"

"Yeah... I was supposed to say hi, but your boyfriend might be the jealous type."

I snort yet again, "Chanyeol definitely is the jealous type, but he is not my boyfriend."

Baekhyun finds a soft smile again, "Soooo... if I ask you out, does that mean you'll say yes?"

"That depends, are you asking me out?"

Baekhyun hums and nods. I decide to tease him. "Well, that depends. It's a yes if we end up wearing the same thing tomorrow."

He is about to protest, but our teacher begins the lesson.

Day 5: Wednesday

Baekhyun is at a loss for words at far off figure moving closer.

"You look... you look good today," he immediately bombards the moment I walk up next to him. He crosses his arms over his white shirt clad chest and lets out the biggest pout on his lips.

I laugh as I sit down next to him. I was hoping my pink-gold-green Christmas sweater really was one of a kind as I thought it would be.

"I was testing a theory."

Baekhyun turns his face away from me, "of what?"

"Of how this sweater is one of a kind."

"Well it is... and ugly."

I burst out laughing, "woah, woah, woah, woah, and here I was thinking you wanted to go on a date with me."

Baekhyun whips his head back with his jaw slacked. I wait for him to speak, but he says nothing.

"There is no way you could've matched this. And if you did, I would'nt've said yes. I could never be with someone with such horrible sense of fashion."

Baekhyun annoyingly tries to hold back a smile. "So is that a yes to the date?"

"Duh."

Day 6: Friday

I point a Baekhyun who smirked in a leather jacket, and laughed. "We're matching again!"

He tilts his head to side, as if to flip his hair.

I walk over to him and adjust my red dress as I get into his car. He starts the engine and turns over to me. "I may have cheated."

I knit my brows, "what?"

Baekhyun clears his throat, "I may have asked Chanyeol what you were wearing."

I gasp min realization, "That's why he was so intereste-- wait, how are you friends with him?"

"That's not important, what's important is, you have to steal 20 bucks from him next time you're together."

"You paid him twenty dollars?" I laugh. "What a loser."

"YA!" Baekhyun shouts then melts into a bashful smile, "I wanted to be cute."

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The Model and The Stylist

Hello there! Finally, my first story post! Sorry for the delay, but I was busy with work as always, and I was feeling down for the past couple of days. Anyway, I decided to share this first because your boy’s been getting a lot of exposure lately – modeling, that is. That W Korea May 2020 editorial with Jaehyun is so divine that your girl pre-ordered her copy even if it will take her maybe until the end of the year to get it. See that GIF? Damn!

This story was based on the story of one of my characters in my original story written ages ago for a friend, and I’m glad that something came out of it now.

You’ll also get to meet Essie Park now, my Y/N that got a name. I might still post my first stories with Y/N in it, so look out for that. I hope you’ll enjoy and let me know what scenarios you’d like me to write about.

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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Summary: Let’s keep it simple: this is an AU where OC is a fashion editor/stylist, and Johnny is a model.

Word count: 1,600 + words

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Warning: It’s so fluffy and cheesy, you might as well think you’re munching on cheese popcorn. But I think this is my specialty so...yeah.

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Essie decided that from this day onward, she would make Johnny’s life a living hell.

He was one of the most uncooperative models she has ever met – he didn’t bring what was needed, didn’t arrive on time, and didn’t listen to her instructions.

Even though she was a fashion assistant at the magazine she was working for, he didn’t give her the respect she needed for her job.

Instead, he bossed her around – asking her to buy him Starbucks, charge his gadgets, and even get him a top that he could use to his next event.

“Cheska, I need more coffee. Can you buy me another iced Americano, please? With more hazelnut syrup too,” he ordered with that sickeningly sweet tone of his.

“My name is not Cheska!” she roared before storming out of the set. She wasn’t even halfway through the shoot and he had already worked her like his slave.

When she got inside the coffee shop, she went on autopilot and ordered his drink of choice. As she stepped out with the drink on hand, she slapped her forehead in annoyance. “I should’ve tampered with his drink to get even with him!” She grumbled, staring at the iced drink in disdain. “Unless…” Her thoughts led her to some of the cruelest pranks she has seen until she figured out what she can do with his coffee.

Once back on set, she decided to do the classic prank: accidentally throw the drink all over him. It was a good thing that he was still wearing his regular clothes or else she’ll pay the price for damaging designer goods. She couldn’t help but smile evilly at his drenched figure. He was wearing an all-white outfit and she felt satisfied knowing it has turned into a brown mess.

She might be celebrating a small victory now, but Johnny won’t let her get away with it.

He swore as well that he would make Essie’s life a living hell.

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Unfortunately, they worked with each other again. And again. Even Essie’s side projects with her friends in the creative industry.

Johnny was always the available model who was game to do experimental shoots.

The two tried their best to downplay their pranks – Essie once poked him a couple of times with safety pins as she adjusted the excess fabric of his clothes. He wouldn’t stay put, which made her more intent to push the pins deeper into his skin.

“Don’t you even dare try, you cocky bastard,” she grumbled, purposely poking his sides with the pin.

“I could file a complaint against you,” he whispered in her ear, making the hairs behind her neck stand. He was dangerously close to her, and she noticed that he was about to wrap an arm around her waist.

“You think I’m scared? I’m not,” She gently pushed him away from her as she locked the pin in place.

“I’ll make you,” he responded, gripping her arm. “But now, I won’t because I look good in this outfit you picked.” He admired the work she did in front of the full-length mirror and she rolled her eyes in response.

There was a time that Johnny always set the cable of one of the camera lights for Essie to trip on. He would deliberately stretch his legs to do so or even use his hand to place it to where she’ll be coming from.

The girl tripped a couple of times and didn’t mind it at first. But when she noticed him sniggering after her fifth trip, that’s when she realized he was behind this. Essie stormed towards him and glared daggers at him.

“You think this is funny, Suh?” she muttered, folding her arms over her chest. He nodded, trying his best not to laugh. “You’re such an immature brat,” were the last words she said before she walked over the cable and glared at him once again.

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Over time, Essie and Johnny decided to call their feud a truce. It took some mental toll on the girl to prank him. She was already tired from the demands of her job and she had to think of ways on how to make his life as miserable as she could.

The same could be said for him – he was getting more projects now that he has become popular. In fact, he is slowly dabbling into the entertainment industry as a budding actor.

Since both of them were close to her friends in the industry, they met each other again for dinner.

It was during this moment that they got to know each other better – they were so similar that their friends thought they were perfect for each other.

“I think you two should date,” Kibum, a fashion stylist, suggested. “As much as it pains me to admit this, but yes, you two should definitely go out,” Ten, a jewelry designer, agreed.

Ten and Johnny were the closest in the group and sometimes Essie teased them about their skinship.

The two subjects looked at each other disbelievingly before bursting into laughter.

“Seriously guys?” Johnny and Essie asked the people on their table, who nodded in unison.

Eventually, they would eat their words after a heated argument on another shoot.

“You are so annoying, Suh! Why can’t you just give me the respect I deserve?” Essie was on the verge of tears, frustrated at how uncooperative Johnny was on set.

It felt like they were back to square one. The 6-footer would boss her around and give mean comments about the outfits that she chose. “I look like a firefighter in that, and I mean that in a bad way,” he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the red and yellow outfit she chose.

“That was the instruction from the style sheet, dude. Get over it. You’ve worn much weirder things than this,” Essie was losing her patience as she shoved the outfit in his hands.

“But you could’ve done better,” he said matter-of-factly, gazing into her brown eyes. “You’re already known for your work but you settled for this mediocrity,” Johnny eyed the outfit in disgust.

“Ugh! I’ve had it with you!” The girl screamed, earning the looks of the crew as she exited the studio.

She thought they were already on good terms. They’ve been hanging out a lot more after work – opting to watch the last showing of movies, drinking coffee at 3 in the morning, and even driving around until the wee hours of the morning while listening to the latest album releases.

Essie felt her heart ache when he treated her like a slave again. The tears rolled down her cheeks and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. She had the urge to smoke but remembered that her kit was inside her bag.

She was about to return to the studio but he was already there, looking apologetic.

“What do you want, Suh?” She asked harshly, not looking at his face.

“Hey, I’m sorry for what I said earlier,” he started, walking closer to her. She saw his feet approach her and before she could back away, he already held her wrists.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, but I mean it when I said that you could’ve done better.”

She looked at him with all the rage she could muster, even if tears were threatening to spill on her face again.

“Why can’t you just say it like a normal person?” Essie was already sniffing.

“Because it is never simple with us,” he said softly, now leaning closer to her face. “We always complicate things even if we shouldn’t.”

“Then why don’t we just–––” She was cut off when he kissed her.

Time slowed as they kissed under the starry sky. It wasn’t as romantic as Essie wanted it to be – they were outside the studio where the air was polluted with smoke and rubbish was almost everywhere.

When they broke apart, Johnny pulled her closer to him. “Let’s just simplify things. I’ve been attracted to you from the start, Ms. Park,” he said, tilting her chin so she could look at him.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth, Mr. Suh,” she replied, a grin spreading across her face. “But not the attraction part. I thought you were a big piece of poo,” she stuck out her tongue at him and he pinched her side in response.

“I admit that seeing you mad was cute but not all the time. You can be scary too, you know,” he said, looping both arms around her waist.

“Well duh! Is there anyone who isn’t scary when they’re mad?”

Johnny just laughed and squeezed her. “I just want us to be together. Our friends were right – we are perfect for each other,” he looked down on her with the gentlest smile on his face.

Essie felt her cheeks flush and looked away from him. “So what are you going to do about this?”

“I’m going to tell everyone that we’re dating now.” With those words, he led her back into the studio and announced to everyone that they were dating.

The crew was overjoyed when they heard this – one of them screamed ‘Finally!’ with all his might. Essie’s boss ordered a giant pizza enough to feed them for days and the photographer got three cases of beer.

It may seem like another day in the life of a fashion editor and a model wrapping up another all-nighter shoot, but for Johnny and Essie, today was the day they finally came to their senses and became the most adorable (if not sometimes obnoxious) couple the world has ever seen.

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FIN

#nct drabbles #nct scenarios #johnny drabbles #nct 127 fanfic #nct johnny #nct fluff #nct au #johnny suh fluff #johnny suh #johnny imagines #johnny scenarios #johnny suh scenarios #johnny suh fanfiction #johnny suh au

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The Search for Halloween Chapter 1: Ornament+Harvest

Hello and welcome to my entry for Unusual October! I was motivated to do this in part because I recently reached 500 followers, so thank all of you for joining me!

I won’t be doing all 31 prompts, but instead have chosen eight of my favorites to form into one story. I’ve also collab’d with my wonderful and talented beta, @noanieactuallydrawingalot! We’ve worked together on each of these chapters, with me writing it and her providing adorable art. Without further ado... the summary:

Halloween isn't a major holiday in France, but that hasn't made the gang any less curious about the traditions of this spooky festival. So when the opportunity comes up to do a school project over one foreign holiday, Alya, Adrien, Nino, and Marinette jump at the chance. Join them as they try to discover for themselves the true meaning of Halloween!

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

Enjoy!

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Class was a blur as Marinette stared doe-eyed at the back of her boyfriend’s head. Everything had happened so quickly and she was still trying to take it all in. Adrien and Chat Noir being the same person was a shock, but not nearly as much of a surprise as the realization that came immediately afterwards. That if Adrien was Chat Noir and Chat Noir was in love with Ladybug and Ladybug was her…

...Adrien loved her.

A dreamy giggle escaped her, causing a tittering of laughter from her nearest classmates. Ms Bustier glanced over her shoulder, but everybody had quickly switched to a mask of seriousness. A little hesitantly, she returned her attention to the board, letting Marinette continue her daydream.

Naturally, she and Adrien were… something… now. Wait. Were they dating? Her eyes widened and she gasped when she realized neither of them had really asked the other out yet. Sure, they were closer than ever, but aside from some hand holding and longing looks… nothing much had really changed? They definitely hadn’t kissed yet.

Before Marinette could spiral further, Alya elbowed her. When Marinette looked her way, Alya nodded her head towards the front of the classroom, just in time for Ms Bustier to turn around with a big smile on her face. Behind her, written in big letters, was ‘Holidays from Around the World,’ with a bunch of names (presumably of holidays) written below it. Some she recognized, but most were obscure.

“Now, as I mentioned earlier, you’ll be breaking up into groups of four.” Ms Bustier passed worksheets down the rows. “You will be filling in the boxes with various ways that your chosen holiday is celebrated.” She returned to her desk at the front of the room and leaned back against it. “I’ll give you the remainder of our class time to choose your groups as well as decide on your holiday.”

Without further prompting, the room was filled with the noise of backpacks being picked up and papers being gathered. Marinette’s group had it the easiest - their boys simply turned around. Her heart did a little backflip at Adrien’s bright smile as he looked up at them. Or, more specifically, at her.

“So, dudes, what holiday were we thinking?” Nino adjusted his cap as he placed an arm on the back of his seat. “I don’t have any preferences, so I’m down for whatever, dudes.”

Alya smirked. “What do you guys know about American-style Halloween?”

Marinette shrugged. “Um… there’s candy and pumpkins involved? And…” She frowned. “...Scary movies and stuff.”

Meanwhile Adrien’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, wow! I know tons of stuff. I always see it pop up on the Internet, but I’ve never got to try any of it, ‘cause, well…”

“Your father,” Nino supplied. His eyes had narrowed slightly before returning to normal.

“Right!” Adrien looked toward Alya. “Did you want to do Halloween, then?”

“Well, ‘tis the season, yeah? October just started, so we’ve already got a leg up over the others. It shouldn’t be too hard to get the stuff we need, or find ways to get the real Halloween experience.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “We’re going to find the Halloween spirit!”

Biting down a laugh, Alya replied, “Sure, sunshine. And I think I know just how to start…”

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After classes were done for the day, they all agreed to meet up at Marinette’s place later, after Adrien’s fencing practice. Alya disappeared with Nino in tow, refusing to explain what they’d even be doing for the day. The only thing she’d let slip was that they were going to need some knives and table space.

Both of which were pretty easy to obtain. This late in the day, the cooking was already winding down at the bakery. All Marinette had needed to do was some cleaning to have enough space for all four of them. Knives were a little harder, but not by much. Just because they were bakers first and foremost didn’t mean that was all they cooked.

Knowing Alya, whose tendency for over the top plans was only rivaled by Marinette’s own, Marinette opted to get a bunch of towels ready too. And after a moment’s thought, a bucket of water.

Once all that was set up, she heard the door to the bakery open and Adrien’s voice as he talked to her parents. Her heart fluttered again, but she pushed it down as she left the kitchen. “Thank you both so much! This is delicious.” Adrien nearly walked into her as he turned the corner. He had been looking over his shoulder while clutching a chocolate croissant. “Oh! Sorry, Mari.” He gave her that familiar look that she’d always caught Chat Noir giving Ladybug. He tore a piece off his croissant. “Want some?”

She laughed. “Sunshine, I live here. I can have some whenever I want.”

He still held out the piece.

Her resolve weakened as she took it before shoving it into her mouth. “Not a word.” She motioned for him to follow as she took him into the living room. “Up for some Mecha Strike?”

The answer was, of course, yes. After an hour of gaming, the door to the bakery opened again and she recognized Alya and Nino’s voices. By the time they’d finished their last match and headed into the kitchen, the two of them had already set their paper bags on the kitchen counter. There was a manic glint in Alya’s eyes.

“Wanna try to guess what I’ve got in these bags, M?”

Marinette glanced between the tall, heavy bags and the knives. “Um… Pumpkin carving?”

Alya deflated a little. “Well ...Yes. You got that too fast.” She brushed it away. “Anyway, I’ve got four fresh pumpkins, some candles, and some cinnamon.”

“Cinnamon?” Adrien asked as Alya passed him one of the pumpkins, which he then handed off to Marinette.

“The internet told me it makes them smell nice,” Alya said with a shrug. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Once they all had pumpkins in front of them and knives in hand, there was a general air of confusion. Alya frowned as she turned hers around. Nino tapped at his, his ear pressed to the side. Adrien glanced between his knife and his pumpkin, biting his lip nervously.

A smile flickered on Marinette’s face. “Do you guys want me to go get my markers?”

“Yes!”

“Thanks, girl.”

“Totally.”

With the pumpkins marked, they started carving. They didn’t get far before Adrien remembered they were supposed to empty the pumpkins first.

“Shoot,” Alya said. “I should’ve picked up some scoopy things while I was out.”

“What? No! Tearing out the pumpkin guts is part of the Halloween spirit,” Adrien said as he rolled up his sleeves and stuck his hand inside. His eyes widened as he pulled it out, glistening wet, orange… pulp clenched in his fist.

Marinette rushed to place some paper towels down. “I think we’re supposed to save the seeds…?”

Adrien slowly nodded. “That sounds right.”

After that, they each started working at their own pace, completely entranced with their designs. Marinette had chosen a smaller knife so she could do some precision work, but despite the extra detail her diligence allowed her to keep up with the others.

More than a few times, she caught Adrien trying to steal glances at her pumpkin. She stuck her tongue out at him and put herself between him and the art piece in progress. He huffed in mock irritation and got back to his own piece.

An hour passed before they spoke.

“Alright, guys,” Alya said, washing her hands off at the sink. “Let’s see what everybody’s got. M?”

Marinette turned her pumpkin towards the others. She’d decided to do a cat’s face with carved whiskers and ears. Just as she’d hoped, Adrien blushed as he looked at it,a soft smile on his lips as his eyes crept up to hers.

“Nice job! What about you, sunshine?” No response. Alya snapped her fingers near his face. “Hey, centerfold! You still there?”

“Huh? Oh!” Adrien quickly took the towel off his pumpkin. As jack o’lanterns went, it was pretty basic. At least, from Marinette’s limited experience. Triangle nose and eyes, big toothy grin. He’d made the teeth ‘sharp’ by turning them into triangles too. “It’s a vampire pumpkin!’ He picked it up and shoved it in her face. “Bleh!” Giggling, she batted him away.

“Whoa, dudes. Save the flirting for later,” Nino said with a knowing smirk. Immediately, both of them broke into deep blushes.

“Aww, babe, you embarrassed them. And, more importantly, you did it before I could take a picture.” Alya smacked her boyfriend on the arm playfully. “Well, I guess it’s my turn now.”

She took off the towel, revealing a classic wavy ghost flailing its arms. Marinette’s eyebrows shot up as she realized just how many squiggly lines made up the specter.

“How’d you get all those curved lines? I was struggling just with the few that I had…”

Adrien quickly nodded. “Yeah, that’s why I got stuck doing a bunch of straight lines.”

Alya leaned against her pumpkin with a smile. “Trade secrets.” She turned to Nino. “What about you, babe? What’ve you got for us?”

“You dudes ready for this?” At their nods, he quickly yanked off the cover. Underneath… was a normal pumpkin. Yeah, the top was cut off, but so was everybody else’s. Alya gave him an unimpressed look. “Wait! It’s still missing something.”

“Yeah, you bet it is,” Alya grumbled. “Everything.”

Ignoring her, Nino took off his cap and placed it on the pumpkin. “Perfection, my dudes. It’s Nino Junior!” Adrien snickered, which he deftly turned to a cough when Alya turned around to glare at him.

“Well… this was mostly a good start,” Alya said with a pointed look at Nino’s pumpkin, but her facade was breaking down as smile threatened to spread across her face. “I think I’m looking forward to this whole Halloween thing.”

#Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrienette #Alya Cesaire #Nino Lahiffe #DJ Wifi #Caline Bustier #Unusual October #ml fanfiction #my writing #The Search for Halloween

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tiaragqueen · 5 years

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can i request a shy and gentle yandere jimin that manipulates the reader into staying with him? he would never hurt her or others but threatens to hurt himself is she wants to leave. thank u and i love ur writing 🤩

Yaksok

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Park Jimin x Reader

✂ Word Count: 2,9k

✂ Trigger Warning: Self-harm, mentions of depression, suicide attempt, manipulation, possessiveness

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Donot re-upload my writing to another website or use it without mypermission.

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To be honest, I didn’t expect this one-shot to get so dark. I had to prevent myself from imagining certain scenes too vividly in case I became too uncomfortable. They’re not too explicit. So, if anyone feels the same way as me, please don’t force yourself to read this. Feel free to click the back button. Thank you.

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“I don’t think I can do anything without you. I can’t live a day without you. I’m gonna try to handle you. I’m not dangerous. So, baby, don’t worry.” – Stuck [Monsta X]

Jimin’sfavorite expression of yours was when you were simply glowing. No, not in a literal sense. It was when you skippedaround, with a huge smile gracing your darling face, and the sunlight hittingall the right spot of your visage. Heespecially loved it when he was thereason for your joy. It gratified himto know that he had succeeded in making you happy, however small it might be. Because your smile was worth it, and Jimin would do anythingto see that sight forever.

However,he couldn’t find it in himself to be as happyas you did today.

“Baby,you look beautiful. Where are you going?” Jimin asked, sitting on the marooncouch with his legs spread wide.

Hewas indirectly inviting you to sit on his lap; something that he always didwhen you both didn’t have anything to do that day. He simply loved wrapping hisarms around your stomach, or sometimes, you would be the one who hugs him frombehind. Jimin was initially wary with your offer, thinking that you might nolonger like sitting on his lap, while turned out you just wanted to repay his favor.

Thatwas what he loved from you; your sense of gratitudeand indebtedness. Sure, Jiminshowered you, unconditional love, freely and never demanded you to reciprocate, but it felt nice when you acknowledgedhis efforts.

“Oh,really? Thanks!” You grinned shyly, the apples of your cheeks reddened alittle. “I’m actually going to go out with my friends.”

“Who?”

Youlooked up, trying to remember the names of your friends who would join.“Bambam, Lisa, Jennie, Kai, and Xiumin.”

Thebeam on Jimin’s face slowly disappeared like a setting sun. “Xiumin…?”

“Yeah,Xiumin.” You nodded absent-mindedly as you put on your shoes. “You stillremember him, right?”

Oh,yes. Of course, Jimin still remembered that guy.How could he not? Xiumin was, afterall, your ex. The man who had datedyou before you met Jimin. The man whogot to be your first in everything;first kiss, first hug, first touch. Though, you’d claimed that you never hadsex with him. Jimin felt an incredible relief washed over the rock that weighedhis chest, because how could he go on knowing that that filthy guy had taken your virginity?

Yeah,sure. Jimin hadn’t touched yousexually, either. The furthest thing he’d ever done was a make-out. But evenso, he was careful not to step the boundaries that you’d set before you twostarted dating. It wasn’t as if you refused to be intimate with him. It wasjust you wished to prevent unplanned pregnancy, and he readily complied,however heavy it felt to him.

Jiminfrowned as he tried to word his question properly. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but he also didn’twant you to leave him. Especially to meet up with that… that guy. He knew that you’d parted ways with Xiumin peacefully, asyou felt that the relationship was going nowhere, but Jimin still couldn’tshake off the jealousy that bubbled on his chest. What kind of man doesn’t feelthat way when his girlfriend is about to walk with her ex?

“Doyou really have to leave, baby?”

“Yeah,we’ve been planning that since last week.”

Last week. You’d been secretlyplanning to go out with other people – with your ex – since last week. Well, technically it wasn’t so much of a secret since Jimin hadn’t asked about ityet. But at the very least, you could give a heads up right?

Thiswas too sudden. Too much for him tocomprehend at once.

“Chim?Jimin?” A hand snapped in front of his glazed eyes. “Earth to Jimin.”

“Don’tgo,” he whispered.

Youstrained your ears in order to hear him more clearly. “Huh? Did you saysomething, Chim?” you inquired.

Helooked up, gaze resolute yet pleading.Begging you to just say yes. “I said,don’t go.”

“Whatare you talking about, Jimin? Of course, I’ll go. It’s been a long time since Imet my friends. Surely you can allow me to have some fun once in a while,right?”

“AmI not important to you anymore,[Name]?”

Youstraightened up. Jimin preferred to call you with affectionate nicknames, sofor him to suddenly call you with your name suggested that he was being serious with you. Of course, it didn’tmean you would immediately obey his plea. You were his girlfriend, not his maid. There was no reason for you to kowtowjust because he refused to let you go out.

“Jimin,you know that you’ll always be important to me, right?” you said earnestly. Youhad seen first-hand how hysterical Jimin could be when cornered, and you’d liketo avoid it at all cost. Patience wasn’t something that both of you really hadbefore, but if you wanted to keep this relationship, then one of you needed tolearn how to be patient. Therefore, you’d decided to take on the challenge andbe the voice of reason in case Jimin got too agitated. It wasn’t easy, given how prone he was to anuncontrollable display of emotions, but it was worth it.

Atleast, that was what you thought.

Afew years ago, if someone were to tell you that you would date a man-child, youwould surely scowl and tell them to piss off. Because you didn’t need a guy wholiked to throw a tantrum nor restrict you in any way. However, fate just hadthe strangest way of setting you upwith your partner. And now that you already met one, you ought to maintain it.Besides, where else would you find such a devotedboyfriend like him? Someone thatdidn’t mind his pride as a man and loved to throw himself on to you at pretty much any given opportunity.Someone that didn’t pretend to be cold or aloof to make you chase him like oneof those foolish love-struck girls.

“Then,just tell them that you’re sick and stay at home with me.” he whined as though it was that easy to decline an invitationthat used to be a ‘small-talk’ amongst you. Your friends already had theirlives and lovers, thus making the reunion a difficult thing to do. And now thatyou were finally available, and onthe verge of going out, Jimin decided to act like a toddler?

“Ican’t, Jimin.” You took a deep breath to quell the bubbling anger in yourchest. Oh, how tempting it was tojust scream and curse at his selfishness. “This is the only day where all of my friends have a day off. Besides, it’s notlike I’d take long anyway. I’ll definitely be home around seven pm.”

Jiminbowed his head like a guilty child. For a moment, you’d thought that he finallysurrendered. But you were proven wrong when he stared at you dead in the eye. This time, there was nosign of pleading that you saw earlier.

“Ifyou leave,” he paused for dramatic effect, lips set into a thin line. “ThenI’ll hurt myself.”

Perhapsyou should’ve used those precious few seconds to prepare yourself for hearinghis next statement.

“Whatthe fuck, Jimin?!” you shouted, unable to conceal your shock anymore. “Are you crazy?! Did you even know what you were saying?”

Jiminsaid nothing. He didn’t even bat an eye at your exclamations. Usually, he wouldstart defending himself. But now, he just kept silent.

Andthat was scary because this was thefirst time he’d ever been trulyserious with you.

“Chim,I–” you sighed, massaging your throbbing temples. How did a simple question goto a heated fight like this? “I thinkyou should rest or something. Get your mind off of that ridiculous thought. If you’re jealous because Xiumin is there, thenI assure you I have no romanticfeelings for him anymore. I’m not some woman who would go behind my man’s back.You know me, Jimin. I’m loyal. Iwouldn’t date you if I still loved Xiumin.”

Thebell suddenly rang, shattering the growing tension between you. You ran a handthrough your hair and sighed.

“I’mout now. Don’t get close to knives or any sharp things. I’ll bring home somepizza later.” you mumbled before heading to the front door to greet yourguests.

Jiminlistened to the boisterous voices of your friends’ and your cheerful one. Younever spoke to him that way. Heck,you never even greeted him sojoyfully like that. Your tone was alwayscalm, resembling a mother that tried to pacify her wailing child. And your face… It never glowed when meeting him.

Wereyou happy with him? Were you just humoring him all along? Did you feel burdened being in a relationship withhim? He knew that it was wrong to attempt to manipulate you, but was it so wrongfor wanting to spend more time with you?

Youloved him, right?

Frowning,he went into the kitchen. You had told him to not touch any sharp things, but you had disobeyed his demand. So, why should he obey yours?

Jiminpulled a knife from the cutlery drawer and inspected the sharp edges. It wasnewly sharpened and had never been used before since you tended to use the sameones for eating. The blade reflected his forlorn face as he brought it to hisarm. Slowly, he pressed the tip against his skin and winced a little at theharsh sting. He dragged it along the once smooth surface and crisscrossed eachline. Blood began to trickle from the self-inflicted gashes, creating tinypools on the white floor.

Onlyone name floated in the iron smelledair when he finally gathered the courage to slit his wrist, signifying what might be the end of his life.

“[Name]…”

Yourstomach was churning.

Itwas odd since you hadn’t eaten anything,and yet you felt like wanting to puke. You stopped on your tracks, holding yourtummy with a pained frown. Maybe the meat you ate last night had reached itsexpiration? No, of course not. You clearlyremembered the expiry date when you went shopping two days ago, and it stated aweek from now.

Unlessthe factory purposefully put stale meat inside one of its products…?

“[Name],”a deep voice called your name. You glanced towards the speaker, finding Xiuminalready stood beside you. “Are you okay? You look constipated.”

Yousmiled wearily, paying no heed to the subtle tease. “Yeah, well. I don’t feelso good.”

Hecocked an eyebrow and tilted his head a little. “Why? We still haven’t eatenanything, though.”

“Right,but suddenly I just feel like vomiting.”

“Maybeit’s a sign of pregnancy?”

Lisasnapped her head towards you, eyes dilated and mouth slightly agape. It was themost scandalous expression you’d ever seen from her. “Eh, what’s this? [Name]’spregnant?”

“My,my. You’re growing old now, eh?”Beside her, Bambam wiggled his brows teasingly.

Youslapped Xiumin’s shoulder and shot a vicious glare to the snickering duo, heavyblush coated your cheeks. “Shut up, both of you! And Xiumin, how could you eventhink about that?”

Xiuminstifled a giggle at your flushing face. “Well, how else am I supposed to guessthen?” he questioned. “It was the only logicalexplanation.”

“Well,that wasn’t the only explanation,okay?” you retorted, crossing your arms at his quick - and honestly blasphemous- conclusion. “I might behaving a minor stomach-ache rightnow.”

“Areyou saying that you haven’t had sexwith Jimin yet?”

Bambam‘oh’-ed at the bold inquiry, while Lisa giggled against her palm.

“Xiumin!” you hissed, glowering in thescariest visage you could muster.

“Okay,okay, I’m just joking.” The said man wiped a tear that escaped from his eye andraised his hands in mock surrender. “But, seriously. Have you ever-?”

“No,”you immediately cut him off. “I don’t want to get a pre-marital pregnancy.”

“Oh,okay. That’s understandable.”

Youpeered at him. “Well, what about you?”

“Nah,we’re taking it slow.” Xiumin sighed and looked up at the darkening sky. “Don’twant to rush anything.”

“Butyou’re gonna propose her, right?”

“Later,when the time’s right.” He looked at you through his peripheral vision. “You?”

“Idon’t know,” you shrugged. Marriage was something that crossed your mindoccasionally, yet never had the guts to bring it up to Jimin in fear ofrejection. You didn’t even know if he wanted to have a family since he seemed content with just the two of you. “Someday, I guess. I’m not so sure.”

Xiuminhummed. “Just don’t forget to give me the invitation.”

Yourolled your eyes and smiled. “Obviously.”

Whenyou broke up with him, you feared that you might break your friendship too.Xiumin had been your best friend since elementary school, and you couldn’t bearto see him turning his back on you after years of being together. But you’dunderestimated his maturity because the following day after your separation, hehad texted you first. It then occurred to you that while you no longer datedhim, it didn’t mean you couldn’t still befriend him. Sometimes, you wonderedwhat you did in your past life to deserve such a mature friend like him. Someone that was willing to move on from the pastand tie back any loose strings that you’d accidentally cut back then.

Theringtone of your phone blared amidst the light chatters. Jennie stoppedchatting with her boyfriend, Kai and glanced through her shoulder.

“Yourboyfriend’s calling you already,[Name]?” she asked.

“Oh,uh,” you quickly fished out your phone from the bag and frowned at the caller.“No, it’s not him. Wait a minute.Hello?”

“[Name]-noona, where areyou?”Jungkook’s breathy voice rang your ear.

“I’mout with my friends in the city. Why?”

“Oh, um, well. There’sa, uh… bad news.”

Thecolor instantly drained from your face as every sound became white noise.“What? What do you mean ‘bad news’?”

“You see, Noona.” Jungkook coughed acrossthe call, and you resisted the urge to snap at him. “I came to your apartment to play video games with Jimin-hyung, but hewasn’t in the living room. So I searched for the whole place and I found himlying on the kitchen floor.”

“And?”you inquired impatiently.

“He was bleeding, Noona.There’s a lot of gashes in his arms, and I also saw a knife beside him. Thepolice suspected that he was trying to kill himself from the laceration in hisleft wrist. Luckily, the paramedics saved him in time. He’s in the hospitalright now.”

Ifyou weren’t already shocked, then you were frozen.Hollow eyes gazed forward as you attempted to digest his explanation. Jimin…tried to kill himself? But, why? Whydid he do that? Did he secretly havea depression? No, that couldn’t be it. He always asked you to coddle himwhenever he was feeling down in the dumps. And besides, he was the type to wearhis emotions on the sleeves. So, why?

Therealization dawned on you as you rushed to the hospital, ignoring your friends’frantic calls. When Jimin said that he would hurt himself if you left him, youhadn’t expected him to truly carry itout. But, of course, you were stupid to think that he was being plain ridiculous. When did he ever lie to you, anyway? He always kept his promises, and that wasone of the many traits that you liked from him.

Andnow, when the situation had turned grave, you finally realized the terrifying depth of his love.

“Jimin!”

Youburst into the room, indifferent to the noise you’d caused. Jimin lied on thebed with gauze covering his arms. Tears stung your eyes as you slowlyapproached him, still couldn’t get over the fact that he really did attempt suicide an hour ago.

“J-Jimin…”

Thesaid man fluttered his eyes open and beamed at the sight of you. “Baby, you’re back!” he croaked.

Younodded vehemently. “I’m here. I’m herenow, Jim,” you whispered, trying to reassure yourself that you hadn’t lost yourboyfriend yet.

“I’mglad,” he smiled softly; a simple yet meaningful action that pierced yourheart. “I thought… you wouldn’t come.I miss you.”

Cradlinghis bandaged hand, you gently kissed his knuckle. “Of course, I came. You’re myboyfriend, after all.”

Jimin’ssmile widened a fraction, the hopeful gleam returned to his drowsy eyes. “Then,will you promise me that you won’tabandon me again from now on?”

“Iwasn’t abandoning you, Jim–”

“Will you?”

Youstared down at his imploring face. You knew what he was doing, and you knew whathe wanted you to do. Sure, you might not be the sharpest person in the world,but you were aware of the manipulation people often attempted to project on toyou.

Andyet, you willingly let yourself be manipulatedby him. All because you loved him too muchto see him die on his own hands.

Butwas it really love, when you only felt pityand guilt at his current condition?Was it really love, when you merely humoredhim like a lowly servant you came tobe?

Youdidn’t know, but you nodded anyway.

“I will.”

Wereyou the victim here? Or was it him?

Nevertheless,the joyous smile on his face was worththe emotional baggage that you’d carried these past few years.

“Thankyou, baby.”

Andat least, he appreciated yourefforts. However wrong his tacticwas.

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a beauty and a beast ch.1 (b.b.)

So. I am so freaking sorry that this has taken weeks to come out. So much happened that I don’t really want to get into, but it really prevented me from being able to finish and post this story, and I’m really excited to write it! This is for @sincerelymlg‘s writing challenge! I hope you enjoy this! (Also note: I changed the story a little bit so that it is more modern but it still follows the main story!)

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Summary: A tale as old as time between a beauty and a beast. [Modern!Beauty and the Beast!AU]

Warnings: Fluff, angst, slightly unedited writing, Bucky isn’t in this part (sorry!), also if you squint there might be a Good Omens reference or two lol

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a young woman who was obsessed with reading, writing, and anything else that had to do with literature. She lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone. But when she was reading, she was in her own little world. And people didn’t like that.

The people of this village liked people who were open and very involved in the community, so when someone was reclusive and shied away from most community events, rumors were started.

“Maybe she’s crazy.”

“Maybe she’s ill.”

“Maybe she’s waiting for the right moment to leave.”

Leaving the community was almost as scary as someone finding the small town that was in the middle of nowhere and attempted to move in. Needless to say, the people feared change. The very thought of change irked them to their cores, scorched their souls, reeked of treason, or rather, resentment.

[Name] was never one to shy away from these rumors, she didn’t want to be like everyone else who acted almost robotically, she always thought of her village as one of the cities that she read about in dystopian societies. It was too perfect for her, and nothing in the world should be and truly is perfect.

Her adoptive father, Steve Rogers, was always encouraging her to break out of the norm and be her own individual instead of being what everyone expected of her. She excelled in school and aspired to be a famous published author after she made it out of her hometown.

“Dad?” She asked Steve one day.

Steve cocked an eyebrow at her, briefly pausing from his writing. He was in the process of writing a fictitious war novel, most likely another one of his best sellers (except of course in the town the two lived in, where becoming a writer was looked down upon and shunned). “Hm?” He turned around in his spinning office chair to look at his daughter. “Something you need?”

“I just wanted to run an idea by you quickly before I head over to the bookshop and before you leave for your convention! My favorite author, besides you of course,” she chuckled, always having admired her old man’s writing, “is gonna be over there signing! I found out that he was going to stop here during his book tour at the bookshop!” She began to converse with Steve about his thoughts about the idea and afterward, she grabbed the book that she wished to get signed along with her bag and bolted out of the house, yelling a quick “Bye, dad!” as her hand turned the handle to go outside.

On her dash over to the bookshop, eyes tracked her path, followed by sneers and rude statements being said to her. Seeing someone run to the bookshop was odd, and to the town, she really was an odd girl.

She opened the door to the surprisingly large bookstore (which looked from the outside as if it took up an eighth of the space as it did in reality), heading to the second floor of the store.

“Hello, [Name]! Good to see that you’re back again! Are you here for the book signing?” the store owner questioned her, a bright smile on her face.

“Vienna! I’ve missed you! I’m sorry I haven’t been able to stop by recently, but I’ve been working on my own writing so much that I really haven’t thought of giving myself a break,” she giggled, scratching the back of her neck in embarrassment. “And yes! I’ve been so excited about this for weeks! I’ve been telling my dad about how much I love his book and when I saw our little village on the book tour list, I screamed!”

“Oh, stop it, girl, you just stopped by last week to pick up a book! Don’t apologize. And I was so excited! His agent, however peculiar, reached out to me and asked if he could stop here during his book tour and of course, I said yes! He is one of my favorite authors after all, too!” Vienna said, beginning to ramble off about the email that she received from the author’s quite… odd agent to say the least as she began to lead [Name] over to where the book signing was.

“Anyway, as soon as you get your book published, you have to let me know! I really wanna sell it here; I have to support my best friend!” Vienna smiled over at [Name] before stopping in front of the author’s signing booth.

[Name] smiled back, waving as her friend, the bookshop owner, began to walk away to reshelve some books that had just been shipped to her store.

She pulled the book out of her bag, smiling at the blond man in front of her. “Hi, I’m [Name] and I absolutely adore your books, Mr. Fell! All of your historical fiction seems very real but at the same time, extremely entertaining and interesting to read, it’s impossible for me to put a book down!”

“Have fun this weekend, old man!” [Name] waved her dad off as he pulled out of the driveway, smiling at her before focusing his attention on the road.

[Name] walked back in the house, closing the door behind behind her. She told Steve to text her as soon as he was boarding his plane to the convention, and the name of it had slipped her mind. While she waited for his text, she picked up the book that she was currently reading and waited, passing the time with a good book.

After a few hours and no word from Steve, [Name] began to get worried. Seventeen of her calls went to voicemail and she grabbed her car keys and dashed out of the house.

She remembered her dad saying that he was going to take a short cut to the airport through the forest by the town and she began her drive in that direction.

She couldn’t remember there ever being a forest by the town until a few months ago and the woods seemed more mysterious than they initially had. As she drove deeper into the woods, it got darker and became almost pitch black when it was only an hour past noon when she started driving. On top of that, it was the middle of summer and it was snowing. Something wasn’t right.

Her headlights reflected off of something and she stopped the car. She hopped out and didn’t worry about her feet getting wet from the snow. She had other things to worry about.

She walked closer to what her headlights were reflecting off of. Steve’s car was totaled and his phone was in shambles. She could see spots of blood staining the snow red, leading away from the car and deeper into the forest.

She shivered from the cold and headed back into her car, following the general direction of the blood. She was also shaking from the thought of what could’ve happened to Steve.

[Name] drove for about twenty minutes until she stumbled across a clearing in the forest, revealing a mysterious looking castle. ‘Why have I never seen this place before or at least heard of it?’ she questioned herself as she opened her car door, exiting her car. She slammed the door shut, seemingly in awe of the massive structure in front of her. She walked up the marble staircase, continuing to follow Steve’s (or at least what she believed was Steve’s) blood.

The castle oozed an aura of nobility and richness, but it was covered in vines and in different places, the castle looked almost faded away. It looked very regal, yet run down at the same time. The doors were a great example of this: they were large, ebony-wooden doors that were carved to portray a scene of a knight riding on his horse into battle and the night seemed to be almost faded into the background, with moss covering his face.

Once [Name] had opened the doors to the strange castle, she looked around the grand foyer. “Dad? Dad, where are you?” she screamed. She began to look around more frantically when she heard a faint “[Name]?” from somewhere deep in the castle.

The castle was fairly well-lit, the girl looked and admired all of the architecture, it seemed as if it had been ripped right from the pages of her favorite novels. It was very fairytale-esque and the girl questioned how on Earth no one had mentioned that such a place existed only a few miles away from the town.

While she marveled at the architecture, she also noticed that every piece of furniture, every decoration, had a very antique feeling to it. Even though many of these items seemed outdated, they looked as if they had been used regularly and recently, however, the castle seemed deserted and empty.

There was a candelabrum placed on a small, oddly placed table. The candelabrum was immaculate and very well detailed, with gold leaves and vines traveling along all of the different “arms” holding up the candles. There wasn’t a single spot on it that faded with age and it looked shiny as if it was new. There was a box of matches next to it, clearly placed there to light the wicks of the candles.

The table stood next to a large, dark oak door. When [Name] opened the door, there was a staircase leading downwards, without any lighting leading down into the passage.

[Name]’s first instinct was to reach for her phone and use the flashlight on it, but she couldn’t find her phone anywhere. She facepalmed after remembering that she left it in the car’s cupholder and she knew that her dad was more important than any phone.

She struck one of the matches on the striking surface, lit the three candles on the candelabrum, and began her descent further and deeper into the castle.

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Anger Management

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Zoey gets angry, and the boys have to deal with the consequences

A/N: It’s Wonho fluff mostly...because I was challenged!

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“What’s for dinner?” Zoey asked, stepping into the kitchen.

Kihyun looked up from the store. “I was making beef.”

Jooheon turned away from the fridge. “Why do you look like garbage?”

“Because, this is my natural form.” She snarked, turning back to Kihyun. “I want ramen.”

“That’s nice.” He said. “But I’ve already started on this. We can make ramen tomorrow.”

Zoey pouted and went to the fridge, pulling out the remnants of her milkshake from last night.

She turned around to leave the kitchen and smacked right into Wonho’s chest.

Her milkshake splattered down her front, staining her favourite hoodie and dripping down into her bra.

“Z! I’m so sorry!” He grabbed the cloth that Jooheon offered and started wiping off the front of her shirt.

She smacked his hand away. “Just leave me alone.”

“Zoey!” Kihyun scolded. “Why are you being so...”

“Bitchy.” Jooheon offered.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

It didn’t work.

“Because,” She whipped around to face them. “Because Hyungwon took like three freaking hours in the bathroom this morning so I bled through my favourite leggings and then when I did get in there was no hot water left and it wasn’t my week to do laundry, but no one did the laundry so I had to find dirty clothes at the bottom of my hamper. And then I wanted some Lucky Charms but someone had thrown them out...”

“Zo-” Wonho tried to speak.

“And then I walked into the kitchen and wanted some ramen and instead I have to eat meat which is going to make me throw up and then my milkshake got spilled and it was the only thing I had left to look forward to in life. Oh, and then my best friend decided to tell me that I looked like garbage!” She directed that last comment at Jooheon.

“I’m-” Jooheon started.

“And.” Zoey gave him a stern glare. “My entire body hurts. So excuse me. I’m going to go have a cold shower and then sleep in a towel because I don’t have any clothes. And no, Kihyun, I don’t want dinner tonight.”

She took a deep breath and marched out of the room.

“You told her she looked like garbage?” Wonho exclaimed as soon as she was gone. Zoey had listed a thousand other problems, but that was really the only one he could be angry about.

“How was I supposed to know she was on her period?” Jooheon protested.

“When is it ever okay to tell someone they look like garbage?” Wonho countered. “Urgh, whatever.” He turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Kihyun asked.

“To do the laundry.”

Zoey rolled around in her bed. She’d been there for three hours, wrapping her electric heating pad around herself and relying on it for any relief. She felt terrible about yelling at the boys earlier, but she didn’t trust herself to stand up without passing out.

The door to the room clicked open, but she didn’t bother to say anything.

“Zo?”

She opened her eyes, finding Wonho peeking over the edge of her bunk bed. “Yes?”

“I did the laundry. And I put all your clothes away.”

“You didn’t have to.” She pouted. “I’m sorry that I yelled at you.”

“It’s okay.” He promised. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I didn’t.” She agreed. “Jooheon wasn’t even wrong. I do look like garbage.”

“Very pretty garbage, though.” He teased. “Can I come up?”

She nodded.

He climbed up the ladder, carrying several bags that Zoey had spotted before.

“What’s all that?” She said weakly.

“Surprises.” He grinned. “Can you sit up?”

She nodded again and pushed herself up, leaning against a pillow as he got comfy and started to unpack his haul.

“Okay.” He announced. “So this is some...lady things. Because I didn’t know if you needed any and I was at the store so I figured you might need some.”

“Thank you.” She smiled.

“That’s not it!” He said gleefully. He pulled out a container of takeout and placed it in her lap. “I know you wanted ramen, but the good place we like was closed. So I just got you Chinese food.”

“I like Chinese food.” She grinned, opening the top and grinning at the smell.

“Here.” He tossed her a set of chopsticks and she dug in. “I also got you...this!”

He pulled out one of those carry-out boxes that was designed to hold drinks. “Oh, it’s a little melted.”

“What is it?” She asked, chewing happily on her noodles.

“It was a milkshake.” He said sadly. “Now it’s like a milk-puddle.”

“It’s still ice cream.” She promised. “Want some chicken?”

He nodded and opened his mouth. She picked out the biggest piece of sesame chicken and carefully fed it to him.

“That’s really good.” He chewed. “Anyways...” He dumped out the last bag on her bed.

Zoey nearly chocked on a noodle. “What is all of this?” She asked, staring at the mountain of candy.

“Your favourite!” He announced. “I didn’t know what you would want, so I just grabbed everything.”

“I’m on a diet, you know?” She raised an eyebrow.

Wonho rolled his eyes. “Diets don’t count on bad days. I seem to remember you saying that.”

She nodded. “Wanna watch dramas and eat with me?”

Wonho grinned. “Of course! That’s why I got myself this!” He pulled out another container of food.

“Yah!” Zoey exclaimed. “You took some of my chicken and you had your own?”

“You can have some of this.” He promised. He leaned down and grabbed her laptop from the bedside table, and then scooted under the covers right next to her. The laptop was placed half on her lap, and half on his, surrounded by the mountains of candy.

“What do you want to watch?” She accepted his offered piece of chicken.

“Can we watch more of that English show?” He asked. “The one Tori told you about?”

“Game of Thrones?” Zoey turned to him. “I thought you said it was too violent?”

“It is.” He agreed. “But it’s good. Plus, the scary parts give me an excuse to cuddle you.”

“Like you need an excuse.” She snorted.

He laughed. “See, you feel better now, right?”

She kissed him on the cheek. “I certainly do.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t know, I mean, this heating pad works wonders.” She looked back at the screen.

“Give me back the food. Clearly you don’t appreciate me.”

“I do.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry.”

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What’s a Name?

A Throwback Thursday since I didn’t actually post this week. Now tweaked so I added a little bit in the middle of the story ;)

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“Please, Ladybug,” Chat begged. “I know you want your identity to stay secret. I just don’t know why.”

“For our safety,” Ladybug fired back, leaning on her practiced answer.

“And you don’t think we would be safer and stronger as a team to know who we are in real life?”

Ladybug cringed. She hated when Chat made hard points like that.

“How about just a name?”

Turning to face him, Ladybug quirked a questioning brow at him. “A name? Because that isn’t telling.”

“Not really?” Chat offered, shrugging hopefully.

Rolling her eyes, Ladybug turned around again and started marching onwards.

“Think about it,” he said, coming up to her side. “Think of all the people in Paris. We cannot be the only people with those names.”

“Except you would probably search up every girl with my name and try to figure out which one I am.”

Considering the way Chat frowned, that was exactly what he was going to do.

Ladybug shook her head. “Dork.”

For the rest of patrol, Chat was quiet. In all reality, Ladybug hated shutting him down like that. He was her best friend, her partner. She didn’t want to keep him at a distance. She just… didn’t want things to change. They were already best friends who had a special kind of trust between them. One that didn’t depend on names or faces or identities. One that was strong despite the masks they wore.

Still… she really didn’t like hurting her partner…

“All right, Chat,” she said once patrol had ended and they were resting up in the bars of the Eiffel Tower. “I’ll play along. But with a slight change of rules.”

Chat perked up at this, his ears rising and eyes widening in a way that made him seem so innocently curious. “Name them.”

“I’ll tell you the first letter of my name, then you pick a name for me. And vice versa.”

She watched Chat’s expression shift from confused to intrigued to amused. “All right. My initials are AA.”

Ladybug frowned. “I said the letter of your first name, Chat.”

“Now you know a little more about me,” he smugly retorted.

She rolled her eyes, but then thought about it. “An ‘A’, hmm?” She bit her lip. “Anton.”

Chat quirked a brow. “Anton?”

Ladybug nodded. “Anton.”

His lips quirked up in amusement while his green eyes shined with mirth. “All right. Your turn.”

“M.”

“No last name, bugaboo?” he prodded, playfully pouting.

“Hyphenated names are too telling, so no.”

His eyes widened in shock, but then he grinned. Shyly, she smiled back at him, wondering if she should have given him that little tidbit at all. “So M hyphenated,” he said, letting the words roll of his tongue as if testing them. “Marie.”

“Marie?”

“Marie.”

She sighed. “Of course, you would name me after one of the Aristocats. It’s right up your alley.”

“But it’s a…” He paused, then let loose a wicked grin. “Did you just pun?”

Ladybug’s expression crumpled.

“You did!” Chat cackled. “And you didn’t even notice. Oh, I’m so proud of you, bugaboo.”

“Oh, stop it!” She kicked him. Not hard, just playfully.

This got him to calm but not by much. “But really,” he argued, “Marie is a classy name for a classy girl. It’s elegant, so it suits you. Besides…” His smile grew cheeky. “You never start fights, My Lady, but you do finish them.”

As stupid as it was, she grinned. “Stop it, you horrible cat.”

“Whatever you say, Marie.”

It was really odd, to hear yet another name that was now her own. She might live to regret it yet.

…

“Lovely night, Marie,” Chat said, using her name for the first time that night.

“Yes it is, Anton.”

It was strange, using those names. A week in, and they had already started using their names as a signal for the end of patrol. When it was just two friends hanging out and chatting the night away.

At two weeks, though, trouble began. Because names give the impression of a person. A person with a life beyond their masks. And as close as they were, tidbits began to slip.

“I love fashion.”

“I’m sick of it.”

The next night would be—

“I have the coolest scarf in my favorite color, blue.”

“I’m much more of a pink person.”

And the next—

“My family loves Saturday dinners. They’re extra special.”

“I wish I knew what that was like.”

And on and on they would go. Back and forth, dropping hint after hint about who they were. Because they weren’t superheroes in that moment; they were Anton and Marie: the best of friends. And best friends knew about each other.

It never once occurred to Ladybug that this was exactly what she was afraid of.

…

At seventeen, Ladybug was not as stupid or naïve as she was when she first got her miraculous. Nor was she the scatter-brained klutz that she was when she was in collegé. Becoming Ladybug had shaped that girl into someone level-headed and rational, focused and graceful. It had forced her to open her eyes, to see things in a different lighting, to tackle things she never thought she could.

It was by this growth that she was able to take Adrien off the perfect pedestal that she had put him on and see him as a friend that she wanted to be in a relationship with. The same growth had also allowed her to see her partner as an incredible person who was spectacular in his own right, yet one she knew she couldn’t have a relationship with. Because he was Chat Noir: her partner.

But Anton: her friend…

Ladybug stole a glance at the man sitting next to her, and she let her mind wander. Honestly, it was hard to miss how roguishly handsome he was with his wild blonde tresses and vivid green eyes and signature cattish grin. Furthermore, it was impossible to ignore how underneath all that skin-tight, black leather was a soft, squishy heart of gold.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Anton?”

The bewildering glance he gave her was enough to answer that question.

“I’ll take that as a no, as I should have guessed,” she smirked. “So, hypothetically, if we didn’t know each other, would there be another girl who you had your eye on?”

His mouth contorted into a crumpled line as he thought about it. “Maybe, there might be one girl.”

The tone of his voice conveyed to Ladybug just how small of a possibility that was.

“What about you?” he asked. “Is there a guy you have your eye on?”

She bit her lip. “Yeah, there is.”

She just didn’t know which one.

…

“You stupid cat!”

“Marie—”

“No!” she shouted. “Don’t you dare use my name.”

“Will you calm down?”

“I will not, you stupid…”

She regretted ever giving him a name. She regretted ever calling him Anton. This was her lesson, she supposed.

“Marie.”

“Quit calling me that.” She turned from him in order to hide the tears that were forming. Out of all the ways to regret, she would have thought that she would have been sick of him overusing her name…

“Why did I ever agree to that?” she snapped aloud, her anger pouring off her in waves. She never thought it would be an akuma that would have changed her mind. “Do you know how many times I nearly shouted your name in battle?”

Chat stayed silent.

“And then you leapt in front and took the hit for me. You were dying!”

Again, she was met with no response.

“And then you have the gall to call me Marie when I’m still trying to deal with the fact I nearly lost you because you knowingly take the hits for me, and I can’t stand that!”

Before her knees gave out, before she could collapse into a crying mess, Chat wrapped his arms around her from behind. She sank into him, letting him hold her up while tears began slipping from her eyes.

“Marie,” he said, calmly and quietly. “You are my partner, and that alone obligates me to protect you.”

“I never—”

“On my own accord,” he interrupted. “We are partners, equals, and determined to have each other’s back. And that means I’m going to take a hit for you every once in a while. Because you are my partner, and I am more than willing and to do so for you.” Then, his hold on her tightened and he lowered his head, his lips very near her ear. “But you are also my Marie, my closest friend. And it is because of that that I am driven to protect you. Because I care for you. A lot.”

“And you don’t think I care for you?” Ladybug choked out.

“I know you do,” Chat replied calmly. “And that’s why I swear to protect you whenever possible. Because not many people care for me the way you do, so why would I give anything other than my best for you?”

Ladybug screwed her eyes shut against the tears and turned away from his face. But her body betray her and sank further into his arms. “I hate you, Anton.”

She could almost hear his smile. “I love you, too, Marie.”

…

They say hindsight is twenty-twenty. And Ladybug believed it. Looking back, there were two mistakes she made. The first one was allowing names between them. Because names took away the superhero mask. It made Chat human. It made him Anton. Someone Ladybug was allowed to have a crush on.

Her second mistake was simply another poor decision on top of the first one: she let that crush grow.

Yes, she still had a crush on Adrien. He was still an amazing young man, but it wasn’t him who she was meeting every night.

She felt his presence behind her, his head hover right above her shoulder. “Marie,” he purred out.

Her body betray her, shivering at his voice. Not that she was of the mind to resist, anyway. “Anton.”

He turned his face into the side of her head. “May I ask a question?” he whispered, his lips close to her ear.

Ladybug closed her eyes as she turned her head towards his. “And that is?”

“Would you ever consider me more than just a partner? More than just a friend?”

Her entire body froze while her heartrate sped up. “Why?” she asked breathlessly.

“Because I’m curious.”

“Lair.”

“Please, just humor me,” he begged.

Her breath caught in her lungs before she released a relenting sigh, turning away from him. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“Why not?”

“Because the answer scares me.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she far too easily surrendered against him. “How is it scary?”

“Do I have to bring up last month?” she asked, her hands crossing her waist to grab his hands. She turned her head fully into his so they were nearly nose to nose. “What if I lose you in battle?”

Anton squeezed her reassuringly. “Then we just have to make sure that we have each other’s back.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “I just can’t lose you,” she whispered.

“You won’t.”

“But I’m not ready to take that chance.”

She felt him slump in defeat. Slowly, he unfurled his arms from her, and she immediately felt the chill of his absence. “I won’t give up, Marie.”

She desperately hoped he didn’t see her cringe because she knew far too well how much he meant those words.

…

It took two months, three weeks, and four days for him to wear her down. Her heart just couldn’t take it anymore. She was done. Fried. Over. And the fact that the name she dopily scribbled in her sketchbook—the one she wrote in loopy cursive surrounded by hearts when she was bored or blocked—had turned from “Adrien” to “Anton” proved it.

But saying that Ladybug had fallen for Chat Noir was too daunting for her to absorb. It was much more manageable on her poor heart to say that Marie had fallen for Anton. Because that’s truly what had happened.

A thump came from behind her, but she didn’t jump. She’d been expecting it. “Anton.”

“Marie.”

Heart pounding in nervousness, she turned to face him. At eighteen years old, he was every bit the handsome man she perpetually denied he ever was. She thought it strange and ironic how she, at fourteen years of age, had been ready to give her heart to Adrien without second thought. To marry him and have a family. Now, here she stood, a young woman nearly eighteen herself and scared to give her heart up at all. Reality, she belatedly realized, was much scarier than fantasy.

“You promised you would never give me up,” she started.

Slowly, he approached her. Taking her cheeks in his hands, he carefully raised her chin so they could stand toe-to-toe yet eye-to-eye. “A promise is meant to be kept.”

“But is this one you truly want to keep?”

His gaze flickered down to her lips, turning her mouth dry. Her heartbeat decided to pick up its pace as his green eyes stared intensely back into hers. “Yes.”

With that, he lowered his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut before they landed, and when they did, her heart was stolen. Gone, permanently. And she couldn’t even bring herself to care.

Her hands wrapped gently up over his neck while his hands moved to cradle her head. His touch was so gentle, so tender, she melted. Two, three, four times, his lips landed upon hers at different angles. A different kiss every time, but no one in particular thrilled her any more than any other. And when they pulled apart, their half-lidded gazes colliding, she realized that it was over. He was hers. And she was his.

“Please tell me you feel it, too.” Chat begged on a whisper.

Words lodged in her throat, the only thing she could do was nod.

“So if I asked you,” he continued, “to go steady with me, what would you say?”

“I can’t fathom anything else.”

It earned her another kiss.

…

It was exactly six weeks later that Ladybug knew she couldn’t deny it any more: she wanted to marry this man. She had spent the better part of their partnership pushing him away, only to fall hard and fast for him once she had a name that could roll easily off her lips in public. During their last sleepover, Alya had asked who the ‘Anton’ Marinette mumbled about in her sleep was. It was everything for Marinette to hold her tongue though she wanted to say “my future husband.”

Now, she anxiously looked forward to nightly patrols for the sole reason of the after. Once duty was over. Once Ladybug and Chat Noir were put away and Marie and Anton were free to make an appearance.

They were curled up in the bars of the Eiffel Tower. Oh, it was so impossibly tempting to drag Anton back home so they could snuggle on her bed under the warmth of her blankets. She didn’t even know why she didn’t, but even now, she didn’t want to move from her very comfortable spot wrapped in his arms.

She felt his hold tighten on her and his chin rest on her shoulder. She hummed happily.

“Can I ask a serious question, Marie?”

“You’ve never been afraid to ask them before.”

“This one is different,” he argued.

Curious, she turned her head slightly into his. “What is it?”

“You’re eighteen,” he said, “nearly out of school, correct?”

“That’s right,” she said.

“And you have plans laid out for the future?”

“Yes,” she said, suddenly growing nervous. “What’s this about?”

His hand then found hers, wrapping it up in a protective hold. “My question is if…” he started hesitantly, “if you would be ready… to become my wife on top of all that.”

Her lungs ceased to function as her brain slowly took in his words.

“I understand if the answer is no,” he quickly assured. “We can wait.”

She took her time to collect herself. It must have been too long because Anton tried to pull his hand away, not that she let him. “It’s not a no, Anton,” she answered.

“But it’s not a yes, either. And I understand that—”

“Just,” she interrupted. “Just give me some time, okay?” She tightened her hold on his hand. “Because I really want to say yes. To say that I’m ready. I can’t imagine life with anyone else. But… I just need time to process that fully. Okay?”

He relaxed, and only then did she realize how tense he had gotten. He then took her hand, raising it up to his lips to press a lingering kiss upon her knuckles. “Take all the time you need, Marie. We’re still young, but I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.”

“I feel the same.” She pulled her hand from his only to tenderly cup his jaw. “I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long, Anton.”

He leaned into his touch. “I’ll be waiting patiently, sweetheart.”

She smiled, turning fully to press a kiss onto his cheek. He turned his head towards her, brushing noses together in the process. He stole a quick kiss from her before she could turn away, giggling in the process.

“There is one thing I am impatient to know, however.”

“And that is?”

He paused, taking a breath in preparation. “What sort of family do you want to have?”

It was a straight-forward question, one that was very reasonable. But in that moment, it truly solidified where everything was going. He was going to be her husband. She was going to start a family with him. He would be the father of her children. It may have shocked her at first, but the anxiety causing her heart to race slowly shifted from fearful to anticipative. She was ready to start the life with him.

“Three kids,” she told him.

“Three?” he asked, surprised.

Suddenly, she grew worried. “Is that bad?”

“NO!” he quickly amended. “No no no. Not at all. That… that sounds wonderful. To be part of a family like that…”

Her heart hurt at his tone. She wasn’t unaware of what Anton’s home life was like. She’d heard enough quips and tales to know he was an only child, left with a distant father. Home was cold, and family was non-existent. It had never crossed her mind that having such a family would mean so much to him. “I get to name them, though,” she said, partly teasing.

It snapped him out of his stupor. “What?” he breathed out, still dazed and overwhelmed.

“Emma, Hugo, and Louis.”

His breathing picked up. “Emma, Hugo, and Lo…” His voice trailed off, weak and full of wonder. He swallowed hard before he finished, “And Louis.”

“How does that sound, Anton?”

His gaze softened to the greatest degree. When he spoke, his voice was whispery, hinting at tears. “Could…” he began, struggling to get his words out. “Could we name our girl Emilie?”

Their girl. Her heart did flips. Their girl. Their baby. Together. She had to swallow hard. “Emilie?”

He nodded. “It was mother’s name.”

Her heart broke. “Yes,” she assured, cradling his cheeks. “Yes, of course. It’s a beautiful name. I love it.”

Lovesick was the only way to describe his expression as he melted into her touch. “I love you,” he said.

Her heart stopped for a beat before pounding so hard that it hurt. “I love you, too.”

Far from their first kiss, he’d never given her one that made her as happy and hopeful as he did right then.

…

It was an epiphany, a rather shallow one at that, to wake up one morning and realize that her name was not Marie. And his name wasn’t Anton. It nearly sent her crying. She held it together, however, because she needed to get to school lest she be late.

Surprisingly, she made it to class on time, plopping herself down in her seat just as the last bell rang. She pulled out her notes, ready to listen to her teacher’s lecture. Only to not hear a word. There were too many other things on her mind for her to even pretend to pay attention.

Her eyes settled in an absent daze downwards as she thought of Anton’s proposal. She had to force herself to stop when she felt tears forming because she had wanted to say yes to a man she only knew by a fake name.

When she snapped herself out of her trance, her eyes came to settle on Adrien’s notebook. One that was surprisingly empty for him. He was the kind that took a plethora of notes and kindly dished them out to his friends when they asked. Instead, there were a couple lines of notes, and far more little hearts.

Marinette watched him as a ladybug made its way into the doodles. Then the next line down, he wrote a name, one perfectly legible. Emilie.

It was both disappointing yet not to see the name. Adrien was taken, obviously. Completely smitten by some woman named Emilie. Last year, she would have cried. Now, she was happy for him to find someone who obviously made him so happy. It was almost comforting because she knew Adrien deserved it.

But then came another name under that. Hugo. Then a third appeared. Louis.

Marinette’s eyes widened. Why would those names…?

Marie. That was the name that appeared last. And as if that wasn’t enough, he added a Mrs. to the front and Agreste afterwards.

Marinette’s heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Marie Agreste. Mrs. Marie Agreste…

Her heart skipped another.

Suddenly, every talk she had ever had with Chat came flooding back to her. Initials AA. Sick of the fashion industry. Lonely home life.

How had she been so blind?

She watched as Adrien then circled her name, hard, several times, then run a heavy, black line through it. He set his pencil down, hanging his head.

It seemed he had come to the same conclusion she had.

Well, it was time to make things right.

…

It took her all day to work up the courage and plan her attack of how she was going to spring this on him. After all, she was basically going to announce that she, his friend he’d known throughout school, was the love of his life and the woman he’d proposed to. She was almost tempted to postpone it, to wait until patrol tomorrow, but when he mentioned he would be gone over the weekend, she knew she had to do it today.

She never really had a moment to pull him aside, though, because the second Nino and Alya left, Adrien’s car showed to pick him up.

“I’ll see you after the weekend, Marinette,” he said, waving his good-bye.

“Yeah,” she said, mentally panicking as she waved back. She was out of time. When he turned, it was a sudden, shocking moment of impulse that forced her to say the next words. “I’ll be waiting… Anton.”

She watched him freeze, and all the bravery Marinette had at that moment vanished. She turned on her heel and tried to resist the urge to run all the way home. She made her way towards the bakery at a steady clip, turning to look over her shoulder even though her cheeks were burning. Their eyes locked for only a second before Marinette faced forward again and begged her heart not to give out on her until she made it home.

…

After her after-school panic attack, she finally calmed down when she stuck her nose in her sketchbook and burned through pages.

It was what made the sudden thump on her roof so shocking. She had been so in the zone that the sound had caused her to nearly fly from her chair. Then came an incessant tapping from her balcony door. Her heart raced, knowing there was only one person who could possibly be there.

She tossed the door open, coming eye to eye with her Anton.

“Marie,” he said, his eyes full of hope and wonder.

Her grin grew so wide, it was an answer itself. Still, she gave him undeniably clear answer. “Are you coming in, Anton?”

Her invitation was quickly accepted as he practically launched himself in, dropping his transformation in the process. When he stood back up, he was fully Adrien.

“I can’t believe I was so blind,” he said, rubbing his hands down his face. “M hyphenated. MD-C. Everything you told me. Every similarity, and I missed it.”

She gave him a pitiful look. “I know. You’re not the only one who was kicking themselves.”

“Yes, but… I always claimed to be in love with you. To be able to pick you out in a crowd. But I saw you every day and…” He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

Marinette approached him. “So did I.”

The stress on his features faded. He reached out, cradling her cheeks gently in his hands and pulling her close. She leaned in to his touch, reaching up to press foreheads together. “Marinette,” he said, his voice but a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m the one that should be sorry,” she responded. “For being so adamant on keeping our identities secret.”

“No, I knew why you did that. There’s no need to apologize.”

“And know that I didn’t spot you either, despite the fact you sat in front of me every day, despite the fact I claimed you were my best friend. So we can just say we’re even and that there’s nothing to apologize for.”

The way his grip tightened on her cheeks told her just how much that meant to him.

“What matters is that we found each other in the end, right?” she said.

He shook his head. “What matters is if we get to keep each other in the end.”

Marinette’s heart pounded in her chest. “I very much hope that we do, Adrien.”

He shifted away from her, only so he could come back and capture her lips. She responded to every touch with a racing, anxious heart.

“I hope you know,” he said between kisses, “that while I will happily wait until you’re ready to marry, I’ve just become less patient.”

She giggled, unsure if it was because of his words or the kisses he peppered on her cheeks. “We can’t just jump in, or everyone will grow suspicious. I’m just glad we know each other, or it would have made this exceptionally harder.”

He cut her off with another kiss. “Then when I get back, I’m taking you out on an official date. We start making the truth obvious.”

“Truth?”

“That we’re inseparable and that I am going to marry you.”

She giggled again. “Then hurry back, okay? Because I’ve already determined I’m going to accept your proposal.”

The kiss he gave her after that left her weak in the knees like never before.

…

It was because of Alya that they were able to race their “public show of dating” as fast as they did. It started as an accident, with a very groggy Marinette letting out a few too many details on Saturday. By Sunday, Alya had told the world that Adrien Agreste, famous model, was in a secret relationship with aspiring fashion designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And then proceeded to chew Marinette out for keeping it a secret for so long.

Monday rolled around, and the moment Adrien stepped out of his car, he raced to Marinette, engulfing her in a hug and stealing a kiss.

That was the first time Marinette appeared in the tabloids.

But that wasn’t the best part.

The day after, Adrien brought over a gossip rag. With a grin he opened it to the offending article. “Listen to this. ‘Is Adrien Agreste off the market? Sources have caught the model fervently kissing a mystery woman on Monday. The woman, identified as Marie Dupain-Cheng—‘”

“You’re making that up!” Marinette amusedly shouted.

“I’m not!” he said, passing over the open magazine.

Marinette snatched the magazine from him, bursting into laughter the second she caught her misspelled name.

“They got your name wrong, Anton,” Marinette teased once her laughter calmed. “Who is this ‘Adrien’.”

“I don’t know,” he retorted, “but I bet I could beat him in a duel.”

That sent them into peals of laughter yet again, the duo collapsing on the couch in near tears. It took them a while to calm down again.

“You know, Anton,” Marinette eventually said, her voice airy with the remains of laughter. “I bet you could.”

He grinned. “Would the winner get your heart? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve already won that.”

“Well,” Marinette said, heat warming her cheeks. “You never were a loser, Adrien. You just stole my heart from yourself.”

His eyes widened as he processed what she said. He blinked a couple times before breaking into a new round of chuckles. “Then I must be really charming to have stolen your heart twice.”

Despite her face heating up like an oven, she chuckled. “I have no comment.”

“Then you have no comment about me kissing you?” he playfully ventured, leaning forward to wrap an arm around her waist.

Marinette bit her lip shyly. “No,” she answered, her eyelids already lowering in anticipation. “Not at all.”

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mtvswatches · 5 years

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Wynonna Earp 1x02 Keep the Home Fires Burning

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Stray thoughts

1) Buffy and Veronica would be so proud of her punning abilities…

2) Well, this guy blew up his own cover rather stupidly…

3) Her quick-tempered nature is going to get her in trouble, isn’t it?

She did exactly the opposite of what Dolls asked her to do. But if this town is anything like Sunnydale – which considering how adamant they were about saying that Wynonna’s uncle died of a heart attack or something even though he’d been FUCKING BEHEADED – they will probably ascribe these shenanigans to a PCP gang, right?

4) Is this like the Revenant Boss? The Master? Big Bad?

I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.

5) I’m guessing there will be some sort of connection between this guy (I can’t remember if they mentioned his name already?) and Wynonna, given their conversation at the bar, the fact that he protected her and Waverly, and the fact that they’re both pariahs in their respective communities. Can we talk about the revenant community? Is that PC?

6) Yep, the revenants mentioned “the boss”.

7) “We know who you are and who you rode alongside of.” Is this because he crawled out of the well after Wynonna? Or did he hitch a ride with someone or something else we haven’t seen yet?

8) More backstory, thank you, show, I need it.

DOLLS: The Black Badge was a top-secret branch of the Marshalls founded in the 1900s by Roosevelt…

WYNONNA: Eleanor?

DOLLS: Teddy – to eradicate the paranormal forces suddenly blossoming on North American soil…

WYNONNA: Do you have a flamethrower? 'Cause a flamethrower is at least fun.

DOLLS: …working with your grandfather actually, Edwin Earp, to handle things up here.

WYNONNA: Hmm yeah. A one-year wonder. Family legend has it Eddie was only the heir for like 11 months, but came real close to sending all 77 of Wyatt's kills back to Hell.

So, if I got this right, when each heir turns 27, all the revenants killed by the prior heir come back to Earth, so that means they have to kill all of those plus the ones who hadn’t been killed by the previous heir, right? A ton of revenants, basically.

9) Yep. That’s Sunnydale.

10) This Boss Man doesn’t look like the one before…

So…

At least I now know that the cool revenant’s name is Hank.

11) Okay…

BOSS: And the Earps?

HANK: It is just a matter of time before they figure out who I really am and what I did to their great-great-granddaddy.

A few things about their convo. Hank is clearly an outcast. He’s not respected among the revenants because of his connection to the Earps and because he’s not a revenant - he seems to be something else, and he won’t be accepted by the Earps if they learn what he did to their family. I always find this type of characters incredibly interesting, the ones who walk the grey moral line and who will typically do whatever is more beneficial for themselves in order to survive. It’s always interesting to see their inner struggles with morality and good/evil, and I wonder if Hank will be one of these characters. And who does he want revenge against?

12) This doesn’t feel random…

So, Waverly used to have an “imaginary friend” when she was a kid. Could this mean that her friend wasn’t really imaginary and she has some sort of psychic or supernatural powers?

13) I like Gus 100% more, bless you.

14) Now, this was totally unexpected but super cool!

So, Revenants can’t touch the gun without getting demon epilepsy or something. And I really, really like the way the show gets rid of the bodies – they literally burn down to hell.

15) This lady was totally flirting with Waverly, but what are her intentions?

In the words of Anya Jenkins…

16) I can’t disagree with him, though…

Raise your hand if you love him since Instant Star...

17) I hope she is right, in the long term…

WAVERLY: I got a good feeling about you. And I'm an excellent judge of character.

HANK: Sweetheart you really aren't.

18) She’s also a dork. I’m liking her more and more.

WYNONNA: Regular guns can slow the revheads down, but they will always come back for more until they meet Peacemaker, which only I can handle…

19) Bossman is not playing around…

BOSS: Malcolm kills her uncle, lures the heir back home, and now this? How many times do I got to tell you idiots? Peacemaker can't be touched by revenant hand.

LEVI: But-but we-we just thought…

BOSS: Don't! Ever! Think! I do the thinking for all of us.

20) So they want to hire a “professional” to create a distraction, but the problem is, the payment needs to be human blood… Is the shadowy guy from the beginning of the episode the “professional”? Will this show only ever give me more questions?

21) Hank looks so awkward wearing a hoody. And I’m gonna go ahead and say it. He kind of reminds me of Spike.

22) So, I think “shadow assassins” are like a special type of revenant? Levi mentions that they can only be activated by a blood sacrifice. I’m guessing this Killer Miller is the shadow guy we saw at the beginning of the episode.

23) Ooh, more scoop on Hank!

LEVI: You were Wyatt Earp's right hand; what would he say if he knew you were joining forces with every man he ever put down?

So, this revenant is disgusted by Hank helping… the revenants? Huh?

24) Okay, so the girls’ mom is not dead but just a deadbeat mom. I’m sure we’ll see her again. And I’m sure there was a reason for her leaving.

25) I didn’t really think he was going to do the blood sacrifice thing. And I didn’t believe he was human either? But I guess I was wrong…

And yeah, his reaction? Don’t tell me you don’t see the similarities…!

26) I kind of thought that the Shadow would end up going after all the revenants listed on Waverly’s notebook instead of going after Waverly… And btw, I guess she really wasn’t a good judge of character after all? Like, Hank didn’t even hesitate to throw that notebook into the hole in order to save himself, he didn’t care that he was going to send the shadow after the wrong target.

27) I knew it.

BOBO: Perfect time to make a hole - for our friend Waverly.

YOUNG WAVERLY: Will this really - make them happy?

BOBO:This will guarantee you all get what you deserve.

WAVERLY: Bobo. The name of my imaginary friend when I was growing up: Bobo! And I'm starting to think that he wasn't so imaginary.

Do you think Bobo could be Boss? Same initial letters… And I guess she didn’t have supernatural powers, after all, she was just tricked by a revenant.

28) I really love Waverly’s attitude. She doesn’t have any powers so far, but that doesn’t stop her from getting ready to fight back…

29) Well, that was easy… Cool. But disappointingly easy.

I mean, he was kind of scary, but in the end, he wasn’t really a threat? Unless he can’t be really killed off and he’ll come back every time someone does a blood sacrifice?

30) You really need to be a badass in order to be threatening while wearing plaid flannel PJ bottoms and furry sleepers…

Remind you of anyone?

31) “You’re just a girl” I mean, the references must be intentional, right?

32) That was cool, Waverly!

33) What is he doing, though? And what is he?

WAVERLY: Yeah, well, most of my stolen stuff was returned, OK? And he's just one of those crazy Wyatt fans. No, he's definitely one of the good guys.

WYNONNA: Everything in my body tells me he's one of the bad boys. My entire body.

34) Yep, Hank will do whatever he has to in order to survive…

At least for now, anyway.

35) Why is his back burning like embers?

36) And what exactly is their plan? What is “the dig”?

BOSS: I swear to you, our salvation lies not in thieving Peacemaker, or defeating the heir, - but in the dig! We stick to the plan! We stay on course. We let the Seven deal with the heir while the rest of us work, as we've been working for 15 years, towards one common goal: freedom!

He got a little William Wallace there, didn’t he?

37) So, this is what Henry’s revenge is all about…

BOSS: I'm a man of my word, Henry. I can give her to you. The woman that changed you.

HANK: Well then, Bobo, we are officially in business.

And yes, Bobo was Boss. Manipulating a little girl? That’s really low, even for a revenant.

38) I’m getting very invested in this story, really. I have to thank you for suggesting I should watch this show! I really love the pacing in the episodes I’ve seen so far. It’s really hard not to comment on every scene because it seems all of them are relevant to the plot, there are no filler scenes, you know? And I really hope the episodes continue to be arc-driven instead of the “monster-of-the-week” type. I can’t wait to see the rest!

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