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beifongsss · 4 years

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fake it till you make it [zuko]

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Requested?: Yes! By a very amazing anon!: “u should totally write a zuko fic wherein he persuades the reader to fake date him so he could make mai jealous but in the end falls in love w the reader ^-^ i love ur writing btw!!”

Summary: Takes place during season 3, “The Beach”. As the request said, fake dating to make Mai jealous but it backfires. For Zuko that is.

w.c. ~4.3k

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You had no clue how you had ended up in your current situation.

Actually, scratch that. Looking back, you knew exactly how you ended up in your current situation. It was all Zuko’s fault but then again, things usually were.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your breath had caught in your throat at Zuko’s question, and you had to hold back your gasp. “W-What?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Zuko had repeated, looking at you hopefully. You had looked at him in surprise, your jaw dropping. After years of crushing on the prince, here he was, asking you to be his. You couldn't believe that he returned your feelings.

“I-I, what?” you had finally stuttered, still gaping at him in disbelief. His gaze focused on someone behind you and a blush bloomed on his cheeks.

“Please (Y/N). You’re my best friend. I-I want to make Mai jealous and you’re the only one I trust to do this with,” he’d admitted quietly, his eyes never leaving the dark-haired girl.

You followed his line of sight, your heart aching when you realized that he didn’t like you; at least not the way you liked him. With a big sigh, you had pushed down your tears, forcing a smile onto your face.

“It’d be my pleasure to court you, Prince Zuko.”

That conversation had taken place a few days ago, but your heartache never lessened.

It was funny, really. After joining Azula on her quest to track down Zuko, Iroh, and the Avatar, you had planned to confess your feelings for the prince. In your head, it all worked out. It was the stereotypical story of two childhood best friends who grew up, fell in love, and got married.

But it was never that simple. And now here you were, playing girlfriend to Zuko as you watched him pine for Mai. You were, quite literally, acting out your dream.

What made it worse for you was that Zuko was the perfect boyfriend. He was a good listener and always made sure you were comfortable no matter where you were. He would plan little dates and picnics when he knew Mai would be at the palace and treat you as if you were royalty. You knew your crush had turned into something stronger when even the slightest of touches made your heart race. It was time to stop the act before you got hurt.

Unfortunately the news about you and Prince Zuko spread like wildfire through the palace and soon enough, the entirety of the staff and residents knew. It was too late for you to come out and say it was all a lie because both Ozai and your parents were very pleased with the new relationship. To your parents, your relationship meant that you were set for life. They had always been Ozai’s biggest supporters and your relationship with Zuko only cemented their loyalty to the royal family. For Ozai, he was simply glad that Zuko would be distracted; which was why he suggested that all the teens take a vacation to Ember Island while he met with your parents and the rest of his trusted advisors.

You had been walking through the royal gardens with Mai and Ty Lee when Zuko had jogged up to you. He had greeted you with a short hug before nodding to Mai and Ty Lee.

“You three should get to packing,” Zuko said, causing the three of you to exchange confused glances.

“Why?” Ty Lee chirped, looking at Zuko curiously.

“My father has just told me that we’re going on a vacation to Ember Island,” Zuko replied. “We leave immediately so I suggest you all start packing as soon as possible.”

Ty Lee clapped excitedly, already excited to go to the beach. Mai simply nodded in acknowledgment before smiling lightly at Ty Lee’s excitement.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a few things to sort out before we leave,” Zuko said, walking away before doubling back and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’ll meet you on the ship.”

You nodded wordlessly, a bright blush spreading across your cheeks at his action. You faced your friends, being met with a large grin from Ty Lee and a small smirk from Mai as they observed you. Nodding at the palace’s doors, you began to walk away from them.

“I’m so glad you two are finally together!” Ty Lee exclaimed as she bounced up to your side. Mai trailed after her quietly. “It’s about time you guys finally confessed.”

You chuckled lightly at her words, glancing at Mai to gauge her reaction. “I guess it was perfect timing.”

“I’ll say,” Mai spoke up, her smirk growing into a tiny smile. “I was getting real tired of watching the two of you pine after each other.”

A laugh escaped your lips as you all split up to go pack. You finished quickly enough, choosing a few casual outfits and a bathing suit to last you for the few days you’d be on the island. On your way to the ferry you bumped into Zuko, who fell into step with you as you boarded the ship.

“So?” he questioned, looking around to make sure you were alone. “Anything? Is she jealous?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I was trying to get a read on her but all she said was that it was about time we got together, whatever that means.”

Zuko groaned softly before leaning against the ship’s railing. “I thought the kiss would surely tick her off. I guess we’ll just have to keep on trying.”

“Zuko,” you said hesitantly, looking away from him. “I-I don’t think we should keep doing this. I mean, it hasn’t worked so far. What makes you think that it’s gonna be any different on Ember Island?”

He looked at you quietly before coming up to you and taking both of your hands in his. “Let’s keep doing this until after the vacation. If nothing changes, then we’ll stop. I promise.”

You bit your lip softly as you thought over his words. Zuko stared at you intently, trying to ignore the way you bit your lip. After a few minutes of contemplation, you nodded slowly. You would only be at Ember Island for a few days, things couldn’t possibly get any more heartbreaking for you. “Ok. I’ll do it for you, Zuko.”

“Perfect timing,” Zuko said, a rare smile on his face. You glanced behind you to see Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee approaching before looking back up at Zuko. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Zuko slung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in close as the three girls boarded the ship. The ride to Ember Island was spent with the two of you sitting together on a bench as the three girls whispered amongst themselves, occasionally throwing glances your way.

“So,” Azula finally addressed you, a knowing smirk on her face. “I can’t believe you two are finally together. I always thought Zuzu had a thing for Mai.”

You felt Zuko stiffen up next to you at Azula’s words. You kept a straight face, looking at the younger girl as you panicked internally. Zuko’s arm tightened around you, pulling you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What are you talking about Azula?” he asked roughly, his eyes never leaving her. “I’ve always had a thing for (Y/N/N).”

“So you guys won’t mind me asking what it is that you like about each other,” Azula said, a very fake smile on her face. “Right? (Y/N/N), you first.”

You exchanged a mildly panicked look with Zuko before answering Azula. It wasn’t like thinking of an answer was hard; the problem was that you were going to be telling Zuko the truth about how you felt about him, even if he thought you were just playing along. You were baring your feelings not only to him, but to his sister and your friends.

“Well,” you began, taking a deep breath and glancing at Azula before refocusing your gaze on Zuko. “He’s attractive-”

“Even with that scar?” Azula asked, a wicked smile on her face as she noticed Zuko’s uncomfortable expression.

“Yes,” you stated firmly and without hesitation. Zuko looked at you in surprise. “He’s attractive even with the scar. But he’s not just physically attractive. He’s kind and sweet and just a little bit of a hothead but it’s kind of endearing. He’s always there for me no matter what and he’s always put my needs above his own, even though my needs are nowhere near as important as his. He’s my best friend and honestly, I like everything about him.”

The ship was silent as Zuko stared at you in awe. There was an unreadable look on Azula’s face before she turned to face Zuko. “Your turn Zuzu. What makes (Y/N) so attractive to you?”

“W-Well she’s pretty, and she has nice...hair?” Zuko said, stuttering for a moment before shaking his head and looking at you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking again. “What I mean is, I like (Y/N) because she’s been with me through everything. She made me feel like I was special, even when we were little kids. She always knew just what to say to make me feel better and she was the only one who was ever willing to put up with me no matter what. She’s the only person I truly trust, and that’s why I’ve chosen to trust her with my heart.”

You looked away from his stare when he finished speaking, knowing that what he had said was probably how he felt about Mai. In Zuko’s head, he began to question his feelings for Mai. Sure, what he had said applied to Mai but as he spoke, he began to realize that you were the one he was truly speaking about. He kept his eyes on you as his inner turmoil raged on, only getting worse when you glanced up at him and sent him a soft smile.

“Well, I have to say, I was a little skeptical about whether or not your little relationship was real or not,” Azula said, clapping her hands twice before turning away from you. “But now I can see that you truly like each other. You have my blessing.”

Zuko scowled at her before speaking. “I wasn’t aware that we needed it.”

Azula waved him off before walking to the railing and looking out at the water. The rest of the trip was spent in silence as everyone did their own thing and you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

“It smells like old lady in here,” Zuko complained as you walked into the beach house.

“Gee, I wonder why,” you replied sarcastically, yawning as Zuko sent you a half-hearted glare. You nudged his shoulder with yours, giving him a teasing smile. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Who are those beautiful women?” Ty Lee gasped, looking at the hanging painting.

“Can’t you tell?” Lo asked. “It’s Li and me.”

“It’s Lo and me!”

You all grimaced as Lo and Li copied the pose from the painting, Zuko digging his face into your neck to avoid looking at the scene in front of him.

“Zuko, stop,” you whispered, giggling as his hair tickled your neck. He glanced up at you, smiling at your reaction before he continued to do it. You swatted at his arms, desperately trying to get out of his hold. He simply tightened his grip, grabbing your hands to stop you from hitting him.

He glanced up to see everyone staring at the two of you, loosening his grip when he met Mai’s gaze. He was surprised to see that she didn’t seem annoyed or upset. If anything, she seemed almost happy, watching the two of you with the faintest of smiles. He loosened his grip slightly, allowing you to slip away from him. You bent down to grab your bag, only for Zuko to step in and take it from you.

“So, there are only four bedrooms,” Azula said, looking around. “(Y/N), Zuzu, you wouldn’t mind sharing one, would you?”

“Not at all, Azula,” Zuko replied instantly. Your eyes widened before looking at Azula and nodding meekly.

“Great. Let’s go to the beach, I want to have some fun,” Azula said, stalking off.

You soon found yourself down at the beach, helping Ty Lee as she tried to find the perfect spot to settle down in. Azula was off terrorizing little kids and Zuko was trailing behind you as he walked with Mai. You ignored the pang in your chest as you glanced behind you, instead focusing on the two boys that were now standing in front of you and Ty Lee.

“Hey, need some help?” one of them asked, taking Ty Lee’s bag.

“Sure! Thanks,” she said, smiling at them. The other boy took your bag as well, setting your towel down besides Ty Lee’s. The two of you sat down next to each other, squinting in the sun.

“Could you scooch just a little bit to the-” Ty Lee trailed off as the boys moved to block the sun. She sent them a smile and a wink. “Thanks.”

A few yards away, Zuko was sitting next to Mai under an umbrella. He noticed a shell next to him and picked it up, looking at it while he turned it over.

“(Y/N) would like that,” Mai said dully, glancing at the shell.

“What about you?” Zuko asked, meeting her eyes. Mai snorted.

“No way. A dumb shell? I’m not that type of girl,” she replied. Zuko looked at her for a few seconds before tossing it aside. It landed farther than he meant it to, one of the boys that was with you picking it up and examining it before turning to face you.

“Here, this is for you,” the boy said quietly, handing you the shell. You looked at it before placing it down next to you.

“Wow, thanks. It’s beautiful,” you said bashfully, sending the boy a polite smile.

“Just like you,” the boy replied instantly, bringing a faint blush to your cheeks.

Mai watched the scene in amusement, noticing the way Zuko tensed up slightly. “Told you she’d like it.”

“Hey beach bums!” Azula called out, standing by the kuai ball net. “We’re playing next.”

You all made your way over to Azula, both you and Ty Lee giving the boys apologetic looks. The game was pretty intense, all because of Azula. At the end, your team was victorious and you were left standing around as Azula gloated to the other team about her victory.

“Hey, I’m having a party tonight,” a boy said, approaching you and Ty Lee with his friend. “You should come by.”

“Sure! I love parties,” Ty Lee chirped. The boy looked at you expectantly.

“Sure, I’ll go,” you said, nodding softly.

“Your friend can come too,” the boy added, glancing at Mai.

“What about me and my brother? Aren't you going to invite us?” Azula asked, staring at the two boys. You don't know who we are, do you?”

“Don't you know who we are?” the boy shot back. “We're Chan and Ruon-Jian. But, fine, you're invited. Just so you know, though, some of the most important teenagers in the Fire Nation are gonna be at this party, so try and act normal.”

“We’ll do our best,” Azula replied, smiling sinisterly.

You had arrived at the party way too early. Watching Azula trying to flirt was painful and so you found yourself tucked away in a corner with Zuko, the two of you quietly munching on some food.

“So, does Mai seem jealous?” you asked quietly, leaning against the wall as more guests began to arrive

“Kind of? Maybe? I don’t know, it’s hard to tell,” Zuko muttered, his gaze on Mai as she looked around the food table for something to eat. “She was kind of emotionless when we were talking about you but she usually is so I’m not sure.”

You nodded amusedly, glancing around before your eyes landed on Ty Lee being cornered by a group of boys. “Oh no. Sorry Zuko, I’ll be back.”

You darted away, pulling Ty Lee away from the group before she could chi-block them. She gave you a thankful smile before bouncing away making her way to Azula. You turned around to go back to Zuko to find your path being blocked by Chan.

“Enjoying the party?” he asked, leaning against the wall as he smiled down at you.

“O-Oh, yeah,” you replied softly, looking around for any of your friends.

“Yeah, I’m known for throwing the best parties,” Chan boasted, leaning down towards you. “How bout I show you around? Give you a tour of the house?”

“No, that’s fine,” you said meekly, meeting Mai’s eyes. She gave you a nod, understanding that you wanted her to come and save you from Chan. Unfortunately, before she could approach you, Ruon-Jian stopped her and began to talk to her.

“C’mon,” Chan said, placing his hand on your lower back as he guided you away.

“Stop talking to my girlfriend!”

The room went silent at Zuko’s outburst and you sighed in relief, before turning around and seeing Zuko standing in front of Ruon-Jian. You swallowed harshly as Mai met your eyes, surprise evident on her face as she looked from you to Zuko. Sensing the tension in the air, Zuko glanced towards you, a panicked expression on his face.

“I told you they weren’t really dating,” Azula scoffed, looking from you to Mai. “Poor (Y/N) likes Zuko but Zuzu here only has eyes for Mai. Fake dating was the furthest she was ever going to get with him.”

Feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, you ducked under Chan’s arm and sprinted out the door. The room burst into chatter as people began to gossip about what had just happened.

“Mai, I-” Zuko began to speak, stopping when Mai held up her hand.

“Zuko, I’m not stupid,” she said blankly. “We all knew you were fake dating, we just wanted to see how far you’d go until one of you would fess up.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Zuko asked, following Mai as she walked outside.

“Because after the ferry ride, we realized something,” Mai said, turning around and facing Zuko as she came to a stop. “You’re in love with each other.”

“No we’re not,” Zuko argued. “This whole thing started because I wanted to make you jealous.”

“I know,” Mai said, causing Zuko to look at her in surprise. “You’re not exactly subtle. We could tell that your focus wasn’t on her but I’m telling you that after the ferry ride, something changed. Whether you want to admit it or not, you love (Y/N). You said it yourself, she’s the one that’s always been there for you. She’s the one you trust. What you said was true, Zuko. You just don’t want to admit you’re in love with her because you’re afraid of losing her. But trust me, she feels the same way. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, you can’t tell me you don’t feel anything for her, not after seeing the way you were holding her at the beach house.”

Zuko stood in silence for a few minutes, thinking about Mai’s words. She was right, and he knew it. He had loved you since you were children and he had never told you, too afraid of the rejection that would inevitably follow. Mai was simply a replacement for you, as harsh as that was. He had wanted Mai because she was easy and convenient to be with. But you had always held his heart because as he had said earlier, you were the only one who was trustworthy enough to have it.

“She’s down by the beach,” Mai said, breaking Zuko out of his thoughts. He looked at her questioningly. “She finds it peaceful down there, it’s where she’d go to be alone.”

Zuko nodded, sprinting down the house’s steps before pausing. “Thanks Mai.”

Mai smiled as she watched him sprint away. After many long, long years you were finally going to be together. And if Zuko messed this up, she would personally make sure that he’d regret it.

Tears streamed down your face no matter how hard you tried to keep them at bay. You knew that it was a bad idea to go along with Zuko’s dumb plan but you had always had a hard time saying no to the prince. And look where that had gotten you, heartbroken and crying on an empty beach.

You picked up random rocks and shells, throwing them into the water as you tried to quiet your sobs. A part of you had always hoped that Zuko would wake up and magically fall in love with you but deep down you knew that you would never be the one for him. When you were younger, maybe. But not anymore. Sighing deeply, you sat on the sand, bringing your knees to your chest and crying quietly as the water lapped at your toes.

You closed your eyes when you felt someone sit next to you, knowing it was probably Ty Lee trying to make you feel better. “Go away Ty Lee. I just want to be alone.”

Ty Lee didn’t answer, instead wrapping an arm around you. You leaned into her embrace, eyes widening when your head landed on a muscular chest. You looked up to meet bright golden eyes and you threw yourself backwards, escaping Zuko’s embrace.

“What are you doing here?” you asked quietly, putting more space between the two of you. “You should be inside with Mai.”

“Is what Azula said true?” he asked, his voice equally quiet. “You like me?”

“Yes,” you whispered, looking anywhere but him. You could feel his eyes burning into you, causing you to swallow harshly. “Zuko, please. Just go away. Just forget that tonight ever happened. Once we get back to the palace, we can just ignore each other. Just leave me alone.”

“I like you too,” Zuko said, pausing for a few seconds. “Wait no. I don’t like you, I love you.”

You shot him a look, his figure looking slightly blurry due to your tears. “Please don’t make this worse than it already is.”

“I’m serious,” Zuko said, scooting closer to you and brushing away your tears. “Remember the time we were feeding the turtle ducks in the royal gardens and my mom left us to go get more food for them? You pushed me into the pond once she was gone, as payback for the time that I accidentally made you fall out of the palanquin. I was so angry but when I looked up at you, you were laughing and I couldn’t do anything but stare. That’s when I knew I loved you.”

“We were nine,” you snorted, remembering the incident. “We didn’t know what love was. We still don’t.”

“Maybe not,” Zuko replied. “But I know that I felt something for you. After that, every time I saw you I couldn’t breathe right and I couldn’t stop blushing. Trust me, I fell in love with you a long time ago, even if i didn’t know what love was.”

“Then why were you trying to make Mai jealous?” you asked quietly, wanting to believe his words.

“Because I’m stupid,” Zuko said, chuckling softly. “Because I didn’t think that we could be more than friends. I didn’t think you’d ever like me back so I went after Mai because she was a safe choice. But it’s always been you, (Y/N). And it will always be you.”

You looked at Zuko, seeing nothing but honesty in his eyes. You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out at the water. “I knew I loved you when I first met you. I had been so scared when my parents had left me with one of the maids. They had a meeting to get to and the maid was leading me to the kitchen to keep me busy. You came out of nowhere, running from Azula as she chased you and you knocked me over. When you held out your hand to help me up, I knew I had a crush on you. You led me to the gardens and you made sure that I was okay and you even stole a cookie from the kitchen for me to apologize for knocking me down. I was a goner.”

Zuko smiled fondly as he remembered the incident. He had been so worried that he had hurt you. Looking down, he saw you smiling contently, still looking out at the ocean. Softly, he grasped your chin, turning your face towards him. You sent him a questioning look, sighing softly when he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You tilted your head up, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. Your hands trailed up his chest, circling around his neck and pulling slightly on his hair. He pulled you onto his lap completely and you shifted, straddling his lap. You felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. You pulled apart after a few more seconds, both of you breathing heavily as you looked at each other with a large smile on your faces.

“I told you I’d make it up to you,” Zuko whispered. The two of you laughed lightly before he spoke again. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your breath caught in your throat again as you recalled Zuko asking the same question a few days earlier. You leaned down, pressing another kiss to his lips before you answered.

“It’d be my pleasure to court you, Prince Zuko. This time for real.”

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rhenuvee · 4 years

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So Bloody Clueless [George Weasley x reader]

Summary: Fake dating things :P

Warnings: swearing :0

*I realized I’m an idiot for not doing this sooner so tell me if you’d like to be tagged in my future fics. I write for 3 fandoms so please specify which one!*

P.S: If I see another HP promotion in Spanish or any other language I will yeet your comment out the door :) I warned u bots.

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“You want me to what?” you asked for the fifth time.

“You heard me, I want you and George to pretend to be girlfriend and boyfriend.” said Fred with just as much enthusiasm as the previous four times.

This was unfortunate. You and the twins have been friends since you sat together on the train in your first year. Over time you started developing feelings for the younger twin. It was weird now that you think about it, but you couldn’t deny it. You don’t get butterflies when you see Fred.

“And why should I let myself be an advertisement?” you asked sarcastically. Fred sighed dramatically as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Becaaaause our lucky guy Georgie here has a chance with Angelina,” he explained. “Besides, if he blows this, he’ll be a poor single soul forever.”

You suddenly felt a little down hearing those words. You never knew that George and Angelina were becoming a thing. You wanted to yell out, “No Fred, he wouldn’t be a poor single soul because I like him.” Oh, but the embarrassment you’d face if George ends up only liking you as a friend.

But you thought again, this would be the closest thing to having a relationship with George, if he ended up catching up Angelina’s attention. Of course he would! He’s George Weasley!

“O-okay fine- but just for today!” you managed to get out.

“Great, Angelina told me she and Alicia and Katie would be in Honeydukes.” said Fred.

“They went to Honeydukes without me?! Those-”

“You can argue later! Now go and be in love!” said Fred cheerfully and shooing you two off.

“But I-”

“GO!”

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It was awkward. You felt stiff and sweaty. Your hands felt clammy when George suggested to hold hands to look more ‘couple-like.’ But boy you just looked like weirdos. Did George notice your clammy hands? Probably.

All of a sudden he stopped walking. You turned your gaze to his direction and realized he was staring at Zonko’s joke shop. He had a big smile on his face, and it didn’t stop when he turned to look at you. You in turn was taken aback from seeing his handsome smile and tried to look in other directions, trying to play it off.

“C’mon (y/n), let’s go!” he shouted while pulling you into the store with excitement.

“Whoa George slow down!” you shouted back.

It wasn’t your first time at Zonko’s, you’ve been there before to accompany the twins. The store was just as colourful and lively as you remembered. You felt glad seeing George all jumpy in his favourite store as he scanned the products even if he’s seen them a thousand times.

You decided to look at what they had on your side of the shelves. Frog spawn soap? You smiled imagining Fred’s scaredy-cat face, wouldn’t that be a way to get back at him?

George noticed you were staring at the product and went to your side to see what was up.

“Ah frog spawn soap, and who might this be for?” he asked bending down to your height.

“Your twin.” you replied.

“Oh- well in that case, we might as well take their whole stock!” said George triumphantly. You giggled at his grand gesture.

“I’ll pay for it.” he said about to take the product.

“No way.” you said quickly stopping his hand.

“Why not?” asked George genuinely confused. You bit your lip.

“It’s nice of you...” you admitted quietly. “but we’ve already got two amazing pranksters in Hogwarts.” George smiled cheekily knowing one of them was him. You were glad your response worked as a compliment and a good reason for him not to buy it.

“I mean, if you say so.” said George flicking his hair in an exaggerated way. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

“Don’t get cocky.” you said shoving him lightly as you both walked out of the shop.

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It was great, it was good that going to Zonko’s was able to loosen you two up. He would wrap his long arm around your shoulder or waist. You would hold onto and lean on his arm while walking. Both of you would make silly faces and joke around at who knows what. But even this had to come to an end.

You could see Honeydukes in the distance. Your eyes went droopy and you felt down remembering that this was just an act. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little jealous of Angelina- but at the same time who wouldn’t? She was pretty, smart, on the Gryffindor quidditch team, and got along with George just as well. The whole package.

“Are you okay, love?” George asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You froze at the term of endearment he’d call you since you’d been friends. You can’t help but think there’s a hint of romance in the nickname. You took a deep breath.

“Yeah I’m good, Georgie.” you said smiling up at him. He frowned knowing that wasn’t it. He wanted to press into it and ask you but you had already reached Honeydukes.

“Wait.” said George abruptly while stopping you by grabbing your wrist.

“We need names.” he said. You cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Names?”

“Yes, we need a unique name so we seem like a more believable couple.” he explained. You nodded you head.

“Okay, what do you suggest?” you asked while trying to thinking of some yourself.

“How about darling? Nice and simple.” he said. You blushed at the thought of George calling you darling. But you quickly thought of a response yourself.

“That’s too generic.” you said.

“Generic? You have a go then.” he ushered.

“How about sweetheart?” you asked.

“Sweetheart is just as generic, sweetheart.” he teased. You rolled your eyes.”

“Sugar, sweetiepie, cupcake- that’s three, ha!” said George who seemed very proud of his three word answer.

“Oh please everyone in Puddifoot’s probably uses that on a daily basis.” you retorted. George was at first hurt but he laughed at you witty response.

“Gumdrop? Honeybun? Pumpkin?” you said in a tone as if it was the obvious choices.

“Hold on, do I look like a honeybun to you? And those are just as bad!” he said laughing halfway through his sentence. You guffawed and held your stomach imagining George as a honeybun.

Soon, name suggestions became utter randomness. You and George were yelling out random foods, not caring at this point. Yup, you were like two complete drunks.

“Waffles!”

“Fried rice!”

Meanwhile in Honeydukes, it wasn’t long before the girls saw you and George clowning around outside the store.

“Are they okay...?” asked Katie tapping the other two to direct their attention to you. They made disgusted and confused faces.

“Um...”

“Maybe we should go and see what’s up.” said Angelina turning to lead the girls to pay for their sweets,

“I hope they aren’t arguing or anything like that..” said Alicia with a small hint of worry.

“TOMATO SOUP!”

“FISH FILLET!”

You both could be called maniacs and get away with it. George and you were laughing so much you had to hunch and lean on each other for support. What was going on...

After fish fillet, you started to calm down. Both of you tried catching your breaths, but still with wide grins on your faces. All you could hear was the sound of George’s breathing.

How weird it felt, how weird and giddy your heart felt looking at him in such a state where he appeared genuinely happy. How weird it was that you two unconsciously seemed to walk slightly closer to each other.

George took one last breath before bringing his arms around you. He looked at Honeydukes and quickly went back to you.

“You know what, fuck it-”

And with that he didn’t hesitate to lean in and smash his lips against yours. His lips felt warm, his arms holding you around your waist felt so loving. You looped your arms around his neck to bring him closer. You could feel him smile a little, still from your stupid food argument you were laughing at a few seconds ago.

“What in the fish fil- what the fuck is going on?!” shouted a voice from behind. You and George jumped and immediately pulled away from each other, a bit embarrassed that you were caught snogging. It was Fred.

“George, (y/n), what are you doing?” asked Fred with a concerned expression. Both your hearts were beating fast, it was weird seeing Fred so serious. After a few moments which seemed like forever just standing there, Fred broke the silence.

“Okay, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m kidding.” he said with his arms up in surrender and a smile forming. What? You and George looked at each other really confused. Suddenly the three girls came out cheering nonsense for you and George.

“Woohoo!”

“We did it!”

“Yeah get some you two!”

“Hey- ALICIA!” you yelled as you heard her since she was the second phrase. She giggled at your reaction.

“What’s going on?” asked George looking at the four of them.

“You see dear brother, we have set up a scenario where you and (y/n) could go on a date.” explained Fred.

“But why wou-”

“Because you both are SO BLOODY CLUELESS!” they all shouted at the same time. You and George were taken aback. Everyone in Hogsmeade probably heard them.

“Let’s leave them be, but I better not see you snogging when you come back.” said Fred pointing a finger. And with that, Fred and the girls headed back to the castle, leaving you and George alone again.

“Well, I won’t wait any longer, (y/n) would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked. You decided to tease him a bit.

“Hm, I don’t know my tomato soup...” you said trying not to laugh.

“Well we did snog, my fish fillet.” he said doing the same. You almost chocked. Then you both leaned in and locked lips for a brief moment, until George pulled away to say something.

“Okay, this is getting weird, why don’t we just stick to love and darling?” he asked chuckling. You giggled.

“Yeah that sounds good... and of course I’d love to be your girlfriend Georgie.” you cooed. He smiled at your words, it made him go fuzzy inside.

“Let’s head back then, darling.” he said taking your hand.

“Wait-” you said running.

“Love where are you going?” he shouted.

“I hate your brother and the girls setting us up like this, and I hear there is a frog spawn soap just dying to be bought at Zonko’s- so let’s go!”

#george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #fred weasley #george weasley fanfiction #harry potter #fred and george #george weasley fluff #george weasley oneshot #george weasley fic #weasley twins

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The impact of IT individuals:

Our life is full of technology, everyone have now smart phone , smart watches , tv...Technology affects almost every aspect of 21st century life ,from safety and transport efficiency, to access healthcare and food. The power of the internet has enabled global communities to from and ideas and resources to be shared more easily.

Education:

Lets speak about the impact of IT in education.All technology make teachers and students life more easier, for example this iar during the lockdown we used distance learning and online tutorials.One of negatives impact is what some student don’t take seriously online season.

Social media:

Social media is everything for as new,it’s a place where we can communicate with people are not around ,to share picture and location this is on of positive impact . The negative impact is that we spend our time to look at all this fake smiles.

Gaming:

The positive impact in gaming is that the characters get new skills ,the graphics become more satisfied for player, but the negative impact is that we forget how miraculous is nature around as.

The impact of IT society:

Relationships can be good when long distanced as you can text and video call which can keep you and your friend in contact. In the same time IT have negative impacts for example when you argue with someone in social media you can se the face or you can feel the tone of the person so in moments like this you can understand if the person is real As well IT have positive impact , you can talk with friends who are far away from you.

The impact of IT Employment:

Computer are used in some way in many aspect such as manufacturing, banking, libraries, farming, medicine and in fact, in every aspect of the business world. I.T has had an enormous impact on employment as most companies unfortunately have had to shut down because of covid-19 but as everyone has been home I.T companies have evolved as for I.T you can work from home. Since the computer appear in our life the work become easier for as this is one o the positive side but we have negatives side like cyber crime with the upcoming of I.T there have been a lot of new users who don’t know how to use I.T so they are vulnerable to attacks by cyber criminals.

The impact of IT Communities:

Times to talk about what girls like SHOPPING, you don’t need now to go to spend a lot of to look for something new you just need to open google to searcher for website and to press buy it , nothing more. Lets talk about the negative impact like a lot of store bankruptcy , so this will also impact jobs on the high street but will create more in the shipping companies.

The impact of IT Legal and ethical issues:

Did you ever think about when u send someone a private message someone else can see as well , this is about safety online. Device management requires more than just the basics, especially for businesses supporting remote and hybrid workers. One of the negative impact is invasion of privacy, is the unjustifiable intrusion into the personal life of another without consent. However, invasion of privacy is not a tort on its own; rather it generally consists of four distinct causes of action.

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connordavidscamera · 4 years

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Summer Break | Connor Brashier

College (B)Romance part 4

A/n: we’re two chapter away from the ending. I hope we’re all enjoying it! Also the majority of this is from me and @elvisp521 throwing angst back and forth at each other for like an hour straight lol

Summary: Finals are over and it’s time to for a much needed break. Of course, this isn’t exactly the break you thought you’d be taking.

Warnings: angst, I’m sorry. But also, no I’m not. Jealous!Connor (for real this time), lowkey possessive!Connor, asshole!connor (since I didn’t give you that in the first one like I said I was going to) Told in both POVs (not really a warning, but you know)

Word count: 3.5k

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iMessage from Vance L.: hey… How’ve you been?

iMessage from Vance L.: I’ve been thinking bout u… miss u.

I furrow my brows but look away from her phone when she reaches for it. Who the hell is Vance and why is he texting my girlfriend that he misses her?

She lets out a deep sigh and tosses her phone back on her bed.

“Everything okay?” I ask. “Who was it?”

She nods and folds another one of her shirts before placing it in her suitcase. “Yeah, it’s just a guy I used to hang out with.”

I nod, “Hang out?” I chew the inside of my cheek, why am I even jealous? She’s with me. “As in you used to date?”

She swallows, “Umm… yeah. You could call it that.”

“Oh,” I say. “Cool.”

“I haven’t talked to him since we ended things,” she tells me, taking another shirt off its hanger.

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. It was before we happened. I don’t mind.” Except, yeah I kind of do and I can’t seem to figure out why.

Neither of us bring it up again while I continue helping her pack up her room. It looks so empty with nothing on the walls, and I think it’s just now starting to hit me that in only three days we’ll be parting ways for the summer. It’s definitely not what I wanted to do. Hell, I wanted to spend every moment I could with her, but that unfortunately was not an option for us, living in different cities, at least 5 hours away from each other. We hadn’t really talked about what this summer was going to bring for us, but I knew that I wanted to keep seeing her and being there if she needed me.

Was it a little crazy that I had grown so attached to her already? Yeah, probably, but from what I can tell, she’s grown attached too. And maybe that’s why it bugs me that Vance is texting her.

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When I pick her up from her dorm the next day, she’s in my shirt that she stole from me a couple weeks ago. It’s white and you can see the bright red of her bathing suit top underneath it. She wants to ruin me, I just know it. Her shorts barely peek out from under the shirt and I can’t stop the smirk that forms on my lips. She catches me though and rolls her eyes. “Eyes up here, bub,” she lifts my chin with her pointer finger and gives me that look.

“You know, the guys won’t miss us if we show up a little later.”

She laughs and it’s music to my ears. “Cheeky. But my roommate is here.”

“Hi, Connor!” she yells from the bathroom where she’s packing up some of her stuff.

“Hey, Lydia!” she comes out of the bathroom and shoots me a soft smile.

“You taking my girl from me.”

“I am. But you’re still more than welcome to come. It’s just a small get together.”

“Yeah,” she rolls her eyes. “I don’t think your boys know the meaning of ‘small get together.’ So, thank you, but I’ll pass. I still have a lot of packing to do.”

“You leaving Sunday too?”

She nods, “Yep.”

“Well let me know if you need any help. I’m a great packer.”

“No, he’s not,” y/n shakes her head, patting my chest. “He’s good at distracting you. So… I’ll be back later. Have fun packing.”

“I will. Be safe guys. Connor,” Lydia points at me, “you bring her back in one piece.”

“I always do.” I take y/n’s hand and lead her away. “You ready for tonight?”

“A night at the beach with my favorite boy? What could be better?”

I press a kiss to her cheek before opening her door for her. “Did I tell you yet that you look beautiful?”

Her cheeks heat, “Thank you.”

I rest my hand on her thigh as we drive down to the beach. She’s in charge of the music, of course, and we vibe to some Khalid, who she’s been really into the past couple weeks. It’s the perfect music for a ride like this, not a care in the world. Just me, my girl, and the shore.

I’m about to get out o the car when she stopped me, “You put on sunscreen, yes?”

I frown at her, “No. I never do.”

“Um, sir! You need sunscreen. You’re gonna burn, it’s hot outside.”

“So? I’ve been burnt so many times before, I’m fine.”

“Okay, sure, but I’m not gonna be the one coddling you when you’re complaining about your sunburn.”

I pout, “Awe, come on babe. You’re not really gonna make me put in on, are you?”

“You plan on getting lucky?”

“Well, I mean… I wasn’t exactly planning on it. But if it were to happen –”

“Yeah, see it won’t if you don’t put on sunscreen.”

I gape at her. “You’re kidding. Y/n/n, the sun will be down in like two hours.”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” she raises an eyebrow at me.

“Wow, you play dirty, baby. Give me the sunscreen.” I hold my hand out for the bottle of sunscreen that I know she packed because she obviously knew I didn’t bring any.

She smiles triumphantly. “That’s what I thought.”

I roll my eyes, “I’m only applying it to my face,” I tell her pointedly.

Y/n shakes her head, “No. Apply it to those shoulders too. I need something to hold on to,” she says suggestively. “And I can’t do that if you’re wincing in pain when I touch you even just slightly.”

“You are something else, you know that?”

“If that something else is your girlfriend, then yes. And I quite like being that, so.”

I hum and lean forward to press a kiss to her lips. “Well, I like you being that.”

“Good. Because I don’t think you’re getting rid of me anytime soon.”

I blush at that, “Good, because I don’t want you going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Finally, the life of the party’s here!” Brian screeches when he spots us walking toward the group.

“You’re talking about me, right?” y/n jokes. “Because this boy over here is kind of a dud.”

I fake a gasp. “Says the girl who threatened to withhold sex from me if I didn’t put sunscreen on.”

Shawn laughs at that, “But did you put it on?”

I look down at the sand and the boys all laugh.

“Fucking whipped,” Brian claps my shoulder and brings us closer to the group that is seemingly growing by the second. For it to be just past noon, there’s so many people here already. The music is loud, and almost everyone I see has a red cup in their hand that no doubt has hot beer from the keg that is only slightly covered by an umbrella only a few feet away.

“Let’s get you guys something to drink,” Shawn wraps his arm around y/n, pulling her from my side and I frown.

“Mendes, get your own girl.”

“Fine, get your own drink. But I’m getting y/n something,” he says, taking my girl with him.

I shake my head at him, though he doesn’t see me. Sometimes I swear he and Brian like her more than they like me… Oh, who am I kidding? I know they like her more than they like me.

“So, did you ask her yet?” Brian nudges my shoulder, causing me to look back at him and away from y/n and Shawn who are laughing about god knows what, next to the cooler.

“Ask her what?” I play dumb. I know exactly what I’m supposed to ask her, but I’m scared.

“You know what,” he glares at me.

“No,” I shake my head. “I haven’t had the chance.”

“You mean in the last four days since you’ve been with her practically every second, you haven’t found the time to ask her to come home with you for a weekend and meet your parents?”

“No, Craigen, I haven’t. We’ve been busy.”

“Busy what? Fucking?”

“No, you ass!” I shove his shoulder. “We were packing up her dorm. And I was helping her study for her last exam.”

“You were helping her study?”

“Fuck off! Yes, I was helping her study.”

“Well, all I’m saying is that you’re gonna have to ask her at some point. If you’re as serious about her as you say you are –”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He holds his hands up in defense, “All I’m saying is that, you may have her right now, and it may seem like it’s serious, but a girl like that is wifey material. And if you don’t take her to meet your parents so that they can fall in love with her, she’s not gonna stay long. Because the longer you keep her away, she’s gonna start thinking that you don’t want her to meet your family.”

“Of course I want her to meet them, Brian. I just – I don’t know what they’re gonna think.”

“Dude, why are you so scared that they won’t like her? Is that really the problem or are you scared of getting too close to her because getting close with someone last time blew up in your face?”

“Hey, we said that we weren’t going to talk about that anymore,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest defensively.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up. But… that’s what it is, isn’t it? It has nothing to do with your parents.”

I sigh and look back down at the sand that’s coating my feet already. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

“You know she’s not like that, right?” He asks.

“I know.”

“Then you shouldn’t be scared.”

He was right. I shouldn’t be, but when I look back up and see a guy I don’t know talking to y/n, I’m not so sure. “Brian?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know that guy over there with y/n and Shawn?” He’s gotten closer to her, and she doesn’t seem to be stepping away from him.

“Oh, yeah. That’s Vance. I have him in my chem lab. He’s a pretty cool dude.” But I stopped listening when I heard Vance. As in Vance, y/n’s ex-boyfriend. I swear I feel my heart sink as my blood boils.

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Vance is the last person I expected to see at this party. He wasn’t ever really the party kind of guy. That’s kinda what drew me to him in the first place. But in all honesty? I couldn’t tell anything else that brought me to him. He was nice, sure, and he was easy on the eyes. But he was full of himself. Everything was about him. That’s why I ended it when I did. I didn’t need that in my life. He played it off like it was no big deal, so of course I treated it like it was no big deal.

I was shocked when he texted me the other day, probably just as shocked as Connor was. I never even texted him back. In fact, the messages are still left unopened. He hasn’t brought them up yet, which I’m grateful for, but he’s also been talking for a while now and I’d like to get back to my boyfriend. I look around to see if I can spot him anywhere close, hoping he could come and save me from this train wreck of a conversation. I find him sitting by himself near the shore. He has a bottle in his hands and I’m wondering if Shawn did end up bringing him a drink after all.

“Hey, Vance,” I interrupt his never-ending story, “It was really nice to see you again, truly. But uh, I have to go find my boyfriend, so…”

“You have a boyfriend?” he asks, and I try not to be offended by how shocked he sounds by that statement.

“Yeah, so I’m gonna go find him. But have fun,” I pat his arm before rushing to where Connor is sitting. I know something is wrong when I sit down, and he doesn’t immediately say anything. He doesn’t even look in my direction, just stares off at the ocean.

“You okay, bub?” I ask after the silence between us becomes almost as deafening as the crashing waves.

“Fine,” he mumbles with a single nod, still not making eye contact with me.

“Are you sure?” I fidget with the hem of my (his) shirt.

“Mhm…” he takes a swig of his beer and then sets it beside him, leaning back casually. “So that was Vance?”

I deflate. That’s what this was. I knew that text bothered him before. “Yeah, that was Vance.”

“Seems nice.”

“He’s alright.”

“Was pretty close to you.” I don’t like that he’s being so short with his sentences.

“Connor,” I sigh.

“Why’s he here?”

I shrug, “Because it’s a free country?”

He scoffs. “That’s not what I mean.”

“No? Then what do you mean?”

“Did you text him?”

It’s my turn to scoff, “What if I did?”

“Did you?” he asks again, finally sparing me a glance, but I don’t like the look on his face.

“No,” I say. “No, I didn’t text him back. And why should it matter if I did. I’m with you.”

“Exactly.”

My eyes widen at that. “Excuse me?”

“You’re my girlfriend.”

I scratch carelessly at the top of my thigh, a habit I have when I’m upset. “Okay, but you don’t own me.”

“I didn’t say that I did.”

“Well it sounds like that’s what you think.” I shake the sand off my hands, “I can text whoever I want to, Connor. And if I did text Vance when he messaged me, then that’s my decision. But I didn’t, because I have enough respect for you not to do that.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Yeah okay? Are you seriously upset about this?”

“I just find it really convenient that he just so happens to show up to a party that the frat is holding, just after he texts you to say he misses you.”

“So you did read the message then?”

“Well it was right there in my fucking face. What did you expect me to do?”

“Maybe ask me about it instead of assuming the worst!”

“Why did I have to bring it up? He texted you, not me.”

“What? So I have to tell you about every guy that I have in my phone? High school friends, cousins, and everything. I thought we trusted each other enough to not have to do that. I don’t ask you about the girls you have saved in your phone.”

“I don’t have girls saved in my phone.”

“Bullshit,” I mutter, looking out at the water. “You’re not a fucking saint, Brashier.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You think I don’t know about some of the girls you’ve been with? The guys may be cool with me hanging out, but that doesn’t mean they haven’t let it slip that you’ve had your fair share of girls coming in and out of the house. And I don’t ask you about them because I don’t care. So why do you care that I had one guy before you?”

“It’s not that you had a boyfriend before me, it’s the fact that he’s still texting you!” he raises his voice a little.

“Once! That was the first time he had texted me since we broke up! And I already told you that I didn’t answer him.”

“Then why the fuck is he here, y/n?!” he stands, throwing his hands up in the air.

“I don’t know! Maybe he’s friends with one of the guys here. Or maybe he heard from a friend of a friend, but it wasn’t from me!” I stand too, crossing my arms. I can feel eyes on us, but I elect to ignore them. “You’re blowing this completely out of proportion.”

“Am I? Is it crazy for me to think that he’s here for you?”

“Yes!”

“Then why were you talking for almost a god fucking hour?!” he points toward where Vance and I were only minutes ago.

“Because he wouldn’t shut up! I was looking for you to see if you could get me out of the conversation, but you were already over here having your own little pity party for no reason.”

He runs his hand over his face and exhales deeply. “I don’t want to do this here. Let’s go.”

“No,” I shake my head.

“Y/n, people are watching. Please, let’s just go.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere with you. Especially not now. You want to leave, then fine. But I’m not getting in the car with you.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” I repeat his words from just moments ago. “I’m not getting in the car with you,” I shrug.

He clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes, “Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. I’m leaving.”

“Fine, then go.”

He stands there, staring at me for a minute, as if he’s trying to size me up, see if I’m serious. But I’m dead serious. If he’s going to act like this then I’d rather stay here and find my own way back to the dorm, but I would not be getting in the same car as him. With yet another scoff, he turns and walks back up the same way we came only an hour earlier.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and turn back to the spot we were just occupying. I will myself not to cry. There’s no reason to. Except, yes there is, because I’m pretty sure Connor and I just broke up. But I’m also so frustrated with him because how could he not trust me.

“Y/n, honey?” Shawn’s voice sounds from beside me, startling me a little. I shut my cloudy eyes and turn to look at him, only to see Brian right next to him.

“Hey,” I breathe out.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod, wrapping my arms tighter around my middle, trying to make myself smaller. The both frown at my answer and that’s when the dam breaks. “No,” I hiccup and Shawn’s arms are quickly wrapping me in a hug.

“Shh… it’s okay. It’s okay. We’ve got you. Let’s get you home.”

I nod against his chest, sniffling. “Okay.”

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I wake up to Brian throwing shit around the room and into his suitcase. I furrow my brows at him and the bright sunlight. “Could you be any louder?” I grumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Yeah, actually, I could.” He says before walking toward the door and slamming it behind him. What the hell is his problem?

I pick up my phone from the nightstand, and open my text messages, going to send y/n a good morning text. But then the events of last night come rushing back to me and I feel like an asshole. Last night got out of control. It wasn’t a big deal, or at least it shouldn’t have been. I sigh and click on her contact anyway.

iMessage to My Girl 😍: Can I come over? I wanna apologize.

Read 9:26 a.m.

I wait a couple minutes for those three little dots to pop up, but they never do. So with a deep sigh, I pull myself out of bed and trudge to the bathroom. I understand that she’s still mad, so I’ll just go over there. I’ll apologize face to face and we’ll be fine. It’ll all be fine.

Or at least… it was supposed to be.

Lydia opens the door when I get there and she does not look at all happy to see me. “Hey,” I say softly, my hands in my pockets.

“What are you doing here?” she crosses her arms over her chest.

“I came to see y/n. And to apologize.” I shrug sheepishly.

“She’s not here.”

“What?” I stand straight, my eyes widening. “What do you mean she’s not here?”

“I mean exactly that. She left early this morning.”

“What?’

“Connor, I told you to do one thing. And that was to bring her back in one piece. But one, you didn’t bring her back, your friends did. And two, they brought her back with her heart shattered in a million pieces. So, I think it’s best if you go.”

“What? Lydia, hold on. Let me explain.”

“No, you don’t get to explain yourself. She left, she’s not here. Go home.” She slams the door in my face and I can feel my heart shattering. I shuffle quickly to get my phone from my pocket and I call y/n.

She doesn’t answer. So I call again. And again. And again. By the fifth call, it goes straight to voicemail. I’m breathing heavy, worried about her. She wasn’t supposed to leave until tomorrow afternoon. We had made plans to finish packing up her stuff today, go to dinner. But now she’s gone and she didn’t even tell me she was leaving.

I have royally fucked up.

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mieohmy · 3 years

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drafts... // yjh

to start with: hi everyone again 💕 you can probably tell by the title but sometimes I can’t write shit so I have a bunch of wips/horrible writings that I’ll never finish or just straight up hate -which means I’ll just post them so they can rot away and I never have to look at them again(and no they are not proofread) 🙂

D I S C O N T I N U E D

yoon jeonghan x matchmaker!reader

genre: fluff, humor, angst, strangers-to-lovers?

warnings: cursing

wc: 1.9k

summary: yoon jeonghan- your toughest matchmaking customer yet. flash forward thirteen dates and still insatiable. your only choice is to further investigate the reason behind all his failed attempts....but maybe it’s because he only wants you?

“How was your last date?”

He leans back with a bored sigh. “Uninteresting. She looked like her face was gonna melt with all that makeup on.”

And as much as you were starting to ‘dislike’ his presence here, yoon jeonghan was still your client and a fucking funny one at that.

You press your lips to prevent the laughter and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the shake of your head to collect your thoughts.

If there was anyone else in the room, literally anyone, they would’ve known exactly who jeonghan wanted really to go on a date with. (Hint hint: actually- no. you don’t even need one.)

“Well, i know she wasn’t the best choice, but we’re running out of options.” You hated forfeiting, but this guy was truly giving a run for your money.

“Are there other choices? Anyone?”

You rub your temple in frustration, scrolling through the options of contenders.

Honestly, you had no clue why he was constantly coming back to your office.

If you’re just gonna reject and complain about every girl, then why are you still here?

But you are indeed a professional- so the only thing you do is smile that polite worker smile and say, “Okay then. There’s another available person that’s willing to go out. Should we try one more time?”

The look on jeonghan’s face is unreadable. It almost makes you nervous. Does he.... does he not want to-?

“Okay,” he simply states.

When he gets up to leave, your eyebrows furrow. But you didn’t have the time to dwell on his strange action when his voice interrupts your further thoughts.

“Just text me the details. I’ll see you soon.”

“Wait-! You don’t even know anything about them....” your voice falters.

After a solid five minutes of making sure he was truly gone, you whip out your phone, furiously typing for the familiar contact on the screen.

“...yes?”

“Josh, I’m fucking quitting my job and moving to Alaska.”

There’s a pause.

“Is it that one guy again?? Jungle juice or whatever?”

“..... his name isn’t even hard to pronounce, and yes. More than 13 dates and jeonghan hasn’t found a single match. You know how stubborn I am but maybe it’s time to give up. I mean, is he just extremely picky or what?? I don’t get it.”

You spin circles in your chair, a perfect representation of how your mind felt.

“I don’t know y/n... could the problem might not be his dates but more him instead?”

The chair stops. “Him? What do you mean?”

The voice on the other line suddenly gets quieter. “I dunno, maybe there’s something wrong with junkyard and that’s why no one wants to date him?

The urge to correct him again is strong but the newfound thought distracts you.

“Huh.... Joshua, you might be onto something. I’ve never had problems with my clients being straight up horrible at dating though. But then again, thirteen failed dates and not a single success?”

You stare at the twirling ceiling. “But he must really want to find love, why else would he keep asking for my services?”

Joshua’s voice turns suspicious. “You’re right... why else would he keep coming back to you?”

You snap your fingers, the perfect plan in mind. “I’m a genius, josh. I’ll take him out to really see what’s been happening on all the dates. Then we can figure out the problem.”

“So... you’re saying you’re gonna ask him out on a date to see what he’s been doing wrong on his other dates?”

The chair squeaks. “Oh. Uh. I guess so?”

“Okay.... just be careful. See you later.” There’s a certain edge to his voice that you notice.

After the call ends with a beep, you stare at the black phone screen.

Did josh mean something when he said that?

Shrugging it off, you text jeonghan a few minutes later, surprised when he responds almost immediately.

You hesitantly tell him the reason for the so-called “date”, not expecting him to agree so quickly.

“Jeonghan, I-“ you stop and instead pass him as many tissues as you can, purposely avoiding looking at him and his very much see through shirt.

After a tense silence of just cleaning up, you mutter, “Did you really not wear anything underneath?”

He laughs. “So you were looking?”

“Haha, funny. And no. But when a mad person throws a drink at your white shirt, what do you expect?”

You soften, helping him with all the used wet napkins. You admire his strength to stay calm and not get angry in a situation like this.

“Are you really okay though? Do you have a jacket or anything to cover up with?”

He shakes his head.

Coughing, you reach behind you, giving jeonghan a sheepish look.

“Well, I brought mine?”

Once you reach your car, you finally bring up what’s been buried in the back of your brain for quite a while, actually.

“Jeonghan.”

He looks at you curiously, your jacket still draped around him.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

You exhale, trying your best to seem unaffected and upbeat.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t think I can help you anymore.”

His heart stops.

“...what did you say?”

“I think we should stop the whole matchmaking stuff, whatever this is. It’s not working out, which was obviously proven today. How many dates has it been? Why waste your time when we both know that it’s most likely not going to lead to anything?”

You smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “I suggest you find someone else to assist you if you’re that desperate for love. Once again, I’m sorry.”

Even with the feeling of defeat making you sink inside lower and lower, there was just simply nothing else you could do.

And jeonghan watches as you drive off, leaving him alone in the parking lot. The jacket -no, your jacket still wrapped around him, but suddenly it feels a lot colder than before.

But when you thought jeonghan finally left your life for good, he shows up once again, this time at your house.

What’s even worse is that it’s late at night and pouring outside. And you were stuck at home in possible the most embarrassing and ratty clothes to be caught wearing.

“What the hell jeonghan? What are you doing here?”

You examine his soaked body, aghast.

“I came to see you. And return your jacket, but mostly to see you.”

“Did you walk in the rain or something? Go back home. It’s so late -you must be crazy.

“No.”

His hard-set expression only makes you more frustrated.

“Listen. If you’re looking for more help, I can’t do anything. You- yoon jeonghan- are my hardest customer. I really don’t know what you want from me. I’ve tried everything and nothing’s worked.”

You can tell he’s getting increasingly annoyed, eyebrows furrowing and teeth gritting.

That causes you to sigh, arms crossing and uncrossing.

“I’m sorry. You’re just a case I can’t help. It-”

“The case isn’t about me. The case is that I’m in love with you.”

His voice is strained and controlled, like he’s barely able to hold it back.

.....huh?

You stare at each other for a solid minute.

Then comes the uncomfortable feeling of his eyes boring into yours and you feel the urge to close the door.

Unfortunately, that’s the one time your body actually listens to your brain and you swing the door shut in his face.

Even more unfortunately, it takes a minute for you to come back to your senses and let out a horrified, muffled scream.

Your hands scramble to reopen the door again.

There’s no one in sight, only the rain still coming down strong.

“Jeonghan?” you call out tentatively.

You walk out under the safety of your front porch, glancing for any sign of him.

After a couple more seconds of no results, you sigh and turn around to go back inside-

“Oh my god jeonghan.” He was to the side of your door, barely out of your peripheral view.

Jeonghan looks up from his small huddled position on the ground.

The sight of him looking like an abandoned puppy makes your heart squeeze.

Coughing, you attempt to smile feebly.

“I’m so sorry. Please come inside? It’s raining hard and you’re very much wet.”

Luckily he doesn’t protest much and follows you in. You force him to take a shower while you dry his clothes. There was some spare clothes found that might possibly fit him? It was better than nothing. You really did not want to see nothing. you don’t think you could handle that.

It all makes sense. Why he kept coming back to you. Why he was so eager to go out on that fake date with you, even if it was only an experiment.

But that’s not the real question. The real question is, how did you feel?

When the bathroom door finally opens, you start from your anxious seat on the couch.

But when he sits next to you, you slowly feel a wave of anger course through your body-no matter how good he looked.

“Are you stupid?”

His effort to dry his hair with the towel stops with your words.

He only stares at you.

You stand up, snatching the towel from jeonghan and beginning to dry his hair for him.

Quite forcefully, he notes.

Jeonghan heats up from your touch, noticeably getting softer and gentler. On the other hand, you were very much annoyed while also focusing on drying his hair to your best ability.

“Who the hell just goes in the rain like that? And shows up at someone else’s house without notice? And then proceeds to confess their love for them?”

Jeonghan says nothing. Eventually, you finish drying his hair and throw the towel to the side.

“How long?” Your voice is tight, attempting to hold back the emotions. But the look in your eyes is different-desperate, curious. You really just want to know.

This. This isnt what you expected. Your job is to find someone perfect for him, and that someone couldn’t possibly be you yourself, right?

Out of all the people in the world, jeonghan only wants you. That one thought is enough to make you shiver.

For the first in a while, jeonghan speaks up. “Since the first time we met.”

“Stop lying. I know for a fact you don’t give a shit about love at first sight.”

He laughs. “That’s why I like you. You get me, my jokes, and pranks. Basically everything I say and do. Ah, and it was like after three failed dates or whatever. What can I say, I really liked seeing your face after all those boring dates.”

It’s hard for you to hold back a smile.

“Alright, since I believe you this time, I guess I’ll accept your confession.”

“Wait, what? You like me back?”

“Well,” your voice cracks and you shoot him a crooked grin. “I don’t know, but we can always try?”

He stifles a laugh at your obvious attempt to hide your shyness, looking back at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Okay. Bet.”

Your head tilts in confusion.

“I bet I can get you to fall in love with me in one week,” he says, trademark smirk pasted on his face.

And jeonghan already knows -you’re not one to back down to challenges.

“Oh, it’s on, lover boy.”

a/n: EWWW ALSKJFASL anyways- sorry for typos and yes there are so many random cuts and scenes (ones i liked and didnt want to delete) that probably make no sense since my unproductive ass doesn’t want to rewrite the whole story-like there is nothing going on with this aHA that’s all :)

#jae.docx #wipsohmy #wips #seventeen #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan

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ask-anti-cosmo · 3 years

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Dollhouse

I hummed happily as I stepped around the roof of the mansion. My eyes shimmered at the camera flashes from the reporters and such at the far gates. Pathetic shallow humans, doing anything to get their shallow readers interested…

Fortunately, they weren’t trying to get pictures of me exactly. They were trying to get pictures of this lovely family in the mansion. A mother, a father, one son and one daughter. The father was a very successful business man while the mother was a model, so of course they were at the top of the news. Part of the reasons though, is because they were such a perfect family.

Or that’s what everyone thought~

I was cloaked in invisibility, nothing special, just the kind that Anti-fairies naturally gives off. I could decide who sees me~ I waltzed into the house and grinned at the little girl known as _______, you. Well, by little girl I mean you were about 14, but you dressed as a child, in cute Lolita dresses. You knew me, I am your little fairy friend. I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my really name, “Anti-Cosmo”, because you’re in denial of what I’m really after. You always called me by my good counterpart’s name, Cosmo.

It irritated me but I put up with it, because you asked me for things. Many many things. You asked me to cover up your family’s blunders, make everyone to think your family was perfect so they’ll leave you alone.

Wiping the memory of every witness who saw your father’s sluts sneaking out, hiding your mothers drinking problem and your older brother’s weed rolls. Keeping away everyone’s attention so you could pretend. Pretend they were a perfect family.

Your family didn’t know you were aware of their blunders, that way they wouldn’t ask you to cover or stop covering. Sometimes I wonder if your brother WANTS to be caught honestly. He’s so careless with his cannabis plants…

Right now you were all dressed nicely, standing in the main hall for a group picture. I couldn’t help but giggle at the situation. “~Places, places, get in your places~” I sang with a smirk, you trying to ignore me as you smiled for the camera.

I flouted down off the fireplace and gave her skirt a slight flip. “~Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces~” I continued singing, giving her cheek a stroke.

“I have to use the bathroom.” You told them quickly and rushed off as fast as you could. I grinned and followed you quickly. You came into the bathroom and slammed the door. “Cosmo! Don’t do that!” You whined.

“Whatever’s the matter ______?” I cooed. “You don’t like my singing?”

“Y-you were touching me…in front of my family…”

“You make that sound so bad, I don’t touch you as a perv, I only mean to touch you lovingly.” I said and stroked her cheek.

You blush at me as I picked up some make-up from the counter and fixed the small bit that I smeared on your face. “There you go…your face is as perfect as a porcelain doll~” I smiled.

“Everyone thinks that we’re perfect…please don’t ever let them see.” You told me.

“Of course my dear~” I grinned. “Now go finish the pictures and be good~”

I followed her down and watched in amusement. You stood back in your spot but looked a little nervous so I fluttered down again. “~Picture picture, smile for the picture~ Pose with your brother won’t you be a good sister?~” I sang, making you seem to lighten up a bit and smile.

“I have been following little poor children around so much, I had almost forgotten the misfortune that comes to the rich~” I giggled to myself.

~~~~~~~

You met me up in the attic, where we always meet. “Why do you have to come visit me when I’m with my family like that?” You whined.

“Because I fear you’ll forget me!” I fake pouted.

“How could I possibly forget…?” You whimpered softly, holding yourself quietly.

I grinned and walked over to you, moving your doll-like ringlets from your neck. I leaned down and licked off the make-up that was covering the scars left from all your wishes. I watched you shiver as I spat out the powder in my mouth.

“They heal soon after they’re made, I don’t know why you feel the need to complain about it considering what you’re trading your blood for.” I chuckled. “Aren’t you happy dear?”

“I-I guess…My family is safe from the mean words of the press but…they still won’t leave us alone…” You whimpered.

“You can make another wish you know~” I grinned and brushed your rosy cheeks.

“I-I…” You blushed and thought of what you would even wish for.

“Anything~ Anything you’d like at all~”

“I wish…I-I don’t know what more I could wish for Cosmo!” You whimpered.

I felt a little frustrated as my hunger grew, I was tempted to take what I wanted then and there but my hands were tied by our deal. I took in a deep breath. “My dear ______, you could wish the press away! Make them not care as much…you can make your family perfect for real~” I suggested with a grin.

“But…I think my family’s happy…I don’t need anything if they’re happy.” You told me with a smile.

I gave a pout but nodded. “Alright then my dear little doll, whatever makes you happy…”

Well then, it seems I have some problems to make~

~~~~~~~~~

You flinched when hearing your parents start to scream at each other.

“YOU’RE THE REASON WHY THOSE MEDIA VULTURES ARE ALWAYS OUTSIDE!! ALWAYS BRINGING YOUR WHORES IN THE HOUSE!!” Your mother screamed.

“OH AND LIKE YOUR DRINKING HABBIT HELPS AT ALL?!” Your father screamed back.

“WHY DO YOU THINK I DRINK YOU *BEEP*!?!”

You covered your ears as they went back and forth constantly. You started to shake and whimper from the loud angry voices.

I watched with a grin, drinking in the unfortunate events that were happening to my dear _______. I flouted up behind you and gently put my hands on your shoulders.

You flinched and looked up at me. “C-Cosmo, please I-I-“

“Ah ah ah~ Call me by MY name.” I smirked.

“A…Anti-Cosmo…I-I wish my parents will stop fighting!” You cried.

I grinned hugely and waved my wand, making the sound in the other rom grow silent. Relief swept your face until I took your arms in my hands. “Oh…right….the price…” You mumbled softly. “P-please be gentle…”

“Am I not always?” I grinned wickedly, my fangs gleaming in the light as I plunged them into your neck. I moaned at the taste of your blood, squeezing your arms slightly.

You whimpered and struggled, making me frustrated and shove you against the wall. “Stop squirming!” I growled before continuing my drinking.

“T-that’s too much…!” she whimpered. “I-I’m going to pass out again!”

“You’ll be fine!” I hissed, my hunger making me a little more vicious than usual.

“What the *BEEP*?!” A voice said from behind us. I was invisible to everyone but you, so I looked back at the voice calmly to see your older brother.

“C…Carlos…” You whimpered as you collapsed to the floor.

I stepped aside as your brother rushed to your side. Apparently he wasn’t high enough to not care like he usually does…how unfortunate for me…

I fluttered aside and licked my lips as I watched your brother call for someone to help you.

Once you were all patched up and sitting in a hospital bed, I came back to you. “G-go away…” You whimpered.

“Aw, you don’t mean that~ Then your family would fall apart, you don’t want that do you?”

“N-no!”

“Well then, I guess I’m here to stay aren’t I…?”

You whimpered and looked down quietly. “Please…please don’t take any more blood from me….I can’t take it…”

“I can’t go without, if I grow too weak then I’ll have no energy to help.” I shook my head.

“Then…maybe I could find you another supply…?”

My eyebrow raised at the suggestion. “Oh…? What do you have in mind?”

“M-maybe you could take from one of those reporters…?”

I grinned wickedly. “Yes…perhaps…Well then….we might have a very nice arrangement now~”

“Thank you….”

“Oh no, Thank you~”

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else see’s…

#writen july 15 2015 #Anti-Cosmo #yes its creepy #i wrote a lot more beforw this one #but this is one of my favorite #based on the song #dollhouse #the ones i wrote before i found a touch cringy

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spookysnicket · 5 years

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Carrie White (1976) Ex-bully S/O HCs

ANON: Hi can u do a headcancon of Carrie where thier s/o was thier bully and they were like I olny bullied u to get close and talk to you please ?

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(Tysm for your request! This is the first one I’ve gotten so I really hope this is along the lines of what you were hoping for! Sorry if it’s a bit long, I did my best not to get carried away (’: HCs below the cut)

The first day of school was always the hardest. Making new friends was a challenge, and one even harder when you’re from out of state. Fortunately, it seems there’s one commonly shared interest that everyone has at your new school- hating Carrie White. It was quite literally written across the walls, and every now and then as you made your way around the halls, you’d hear someone quietly say that name and snicker.

✨ Finding your locker, you stuffed your belongings inside and swapped them for the textbooks you needed for first period

✨ As you shut your locker door, a few harsh and hurried taps on your shoulder caused your head to turn

✨ Smiling back were two blondes- one with cloudy shoulder length curls, the other had pigtails that were topped with a red hat, adorned with assorted rainbow pins

✨ The girl with curls took a step forward and grinned, holding out a piece of gum to you and glancing at your textbook. “Going to Fromm’s?”

✨ She bounced on the tip of her toes as you accepted the gum and nodded. “Sounds good,” she took you by the arm and jerked her head, signalling you to follow. “I’m Chris, and that’s Norma.”

✨ They talked all the way to english, you were just glad that you seemed to hit it off pretty well before they left to go to their class

✨ After being greeted by Mr. Fromm, you decided to take a seat in the back of class

✨ The girl in the seat next to you seemed timid, and tensed up while you put your textbooks down

✨ You flashed her a smile when you noticed her staring at you

✨ She jumped slightly before darting her head away, bashfully threading her hair between her fingers

✨ The little of her features you could see from behind her veil of hair were stunning, and you both caught each other taking a few brief glances between Fromm’s lecture

Later on at lunch, you noticed the same frail and nervous looking girl hurrying to get her food. As she passed your table, you both locked eyes for just a moment, before Chris threw an apple at her- causing her tray to spill its contents all over the front of her shirt. “Go eat ass, Carrie!” Chris screamed while the whole lunchroom broke out in laughter. You faked a weak huff as Carrie ran outside, cringing into herself.

✨ The next day in english Carrie didn’t look up from her desk when you walked in, her eyes were glued to a book and began anxiously darting across its pages when you sat down beside her

✨ You tried throwing an eraser at her book to get her to look at you, unfortunately it just smacked her shoulder, which made a couple kids laugh

✨ In another attempt to get her attention, you kicked her desk, causing a pencil to fall from it and roll over to you

✨ She quickly reached down to grab it, but you caught her hand under your shoe and grinned to her while your classmates snickered quietly

✨ Carrie lifted her head to you, her eyes gleamed with a somber look under a glaze of wet tears, narrowly showing through the soft strands of her bangs

✨ Something in your heart died at the sight, immediately letting your foot up and allowing her to grab the pencil and withdraw quickly to her desk- all while making you feel like a twat

✨ You couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt as she hastily excused herself and made her way out of the room, even with the approving thumbs up a few kids gave you

✨ She didn’t come back for the rest of the class

✨ On your way to lunch, you passed by Carrie’s locker- which was freshly vandalized with vile profanities

✨ The sight was almost enough to make you not notice Carrie, who was suddenly standing behind you

✨ She still had her english books, and they were clenched tightly to her chest

✨ Her face was red and puffy from the aftermath of a good cry, and her taut frame shuddered on the verge of another

✨ You opened your mouth to say something but she ran off, feet dragging and stumbling through the tears in her eyes

✨ Surveying the halls for any onlookers, you pulled your sleeve over your hand and did your best to smear each brutal word that was harshly scribbled onto her locker before racing to the bathroom

✨ Thinking of how you could apologize, you crammed yourself into a stall and pulled out your notebook

✨ You wrote a letter that contrasted everything you saw on her locker- telling Carrie that she was beautiful and that you were sorry, folding it into compressed uneven squares

You held onto the note until the last bell chimed, scurrying about the crowded halls to find Carrie. Spotting her wispy golden rays flutter in the wind from across the schoolyard, you skipped past the last two stairs that lead to the main entrance and ran after her.

✨ Slowing your pace as you approached her, you were suddenly tongue tied

✨ You played it cool and stayed a few feet behind her while you thought of what to say

✨ When you were sure that no one else was around to see, you pushed yourself into Carrie, causing her to fumble and drop her books

✨ She groaned before letting out a hefty sigh and falling to her knees briskly to collect her things

✨ As you bent down to help and introduce yourself, she flinched and pushed your hand away. “Why’re you bein’ so mean to me? I didn’t do nothin’ to you.”

✨ “I don’t, I didn’t mean to be..mean.” You babbled without making eye contact, your hand abruptly sticking out and extending the note to her

✨ Thinking you were just playing a prank on her, Carrie hesitantly grabbed it and looked at you thoroughly; taking a moment to search your eyes for ill intent before carefully unfolding the paper

✨ You reached over and slowly picked her books up while she read, trying to sense her reaction

✨ “I just wanted to talk to you.” You mumble quietly “I’m y/n.”

✨ She slowly lowered the note and locked her gaze firmly on the pile of books you’d organized, “Well.. thank you, y/n.” She slipped the note into one of the books with a flustered smile and stood up with you

✨ “You should get outta here before someone sees us together.” She awkwardly tucked some hair under her ear and turned away with a half-hearted smirk

✨ As you watched her walk off, you practically fell over yourself shouting out to her, “Yea- hey- hey you think, maybe we could hang out sometime tomorrow?!”

✨ Carrie swiveled around startled, but swiftly nodded to you and turned away before you could see her grin, hurrying her pace

#oof its kinda pre-s/o #i hope these are okay!#carrie white #carrie 1976 #x reader #slasher fandom #slasher headcannons #headcanon #fanfic #slashers #sfw #request

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thewritewolf · 5 years

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The Search for Halloween Chapter 5: Insomnia + Ring

Alya finds a spooky board game, which leads into a frightful sleepover with the gang.

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

@unusual-october

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3. My ko-fi.

The art of this chapter by the ever talented @noanieactuallydrawingalot!

As luck would have it, Alya stumbled across something very spooky the following day. Despite the short notice, she managed to get everyone together for a sleepover at Marinette’s house - a miracle in and of itself. Alya text her boyfriend to make sure he knew what he needed to bring for today, to complete the Halloween sleepover experience.

After a big dinner from Marinette’s parents, they went to bed a little early and left the teenagers to look after themselves. Which is when Alya pulled out the game she’d bought earlier that day.

Marinette wrinkled her nose in confusion as she read the game’s titled out loud. “Ouija?”

Beside her, Adrien sucked in a breath. He looked directly at Alya. “You can’t be serious. This is heavy stuff!”

“Relax, centerfold.” Alya rolled her eyes. “It’s a board game. A spooky game, but still just a game.” She smirked. “Unless you’re too… scared?”

“I- No, I’m not- Fine!” Adrien threw his hands in the air before crossing his arms over his chest. “But don’t come crying to me when we invite ghosts or demons or whatever into our lives.”

“Whatever you say.” Alya looked toward Marinette. “How ‘bout you, M? You game?”

Marinette bit on her lower lip, looking between her friends nervously. “Um… sure. Why not?”

“Awesome, let’s get right to it!” Nino tore into the box, unfolding the board onto the ground and placing the planchette on top of it. “C’mon, dudes!”

While they all sat on the floor around the board, Marinette tried sifting through the packaging. “Shouldn’t we read the instructions first…?”

Rolling her eyes, Alya grabbed Marinette’s hands and put them on the planchette. “Girl, this isn’t complicated. We’ve all seen it in movies and whatever, right? Well,” she admitted, seeing Marinette’s look of confusion and remembering she didn’t like scary movies, “the rest of us have. Just follow our lead.”

Once everyone had placed their hands on the planchette, Nino said, “Okay dudes, so now we can start asking questions and the little thingy will move around to spell out answers!”

“But… what if it’s a demon or something?” Adrien asked, but at least he wasn’t removing his hands from the planchette.

“Dude, for starters, it’s just a game and second, it’ll probably just be a stupid ghost if it anything were actually called.” Nino shook his head, smiling.

“Well, we can make that the first question!” Alya cleared her throat and addressed the room at large. “Are you a demon or just a stupid ghost?”

“Alya-” Marinette was cut off when the planchette began to move. Her eyes widened as she said the letters aloud as they were revealed. “S-T-U-P-I-D G-H-O-S-T.” She groaned. “Seriously, guys? Who is doing that?” She narrowed her eyes at Nino and Alya.

Alya shrugged. “Must be the ghost. Maybe they have low self esteem?”

Nino fake gasped. “That should be our next question! Maybe we can help them move on!”

For the next hour, mostly driven by Alya and Nino, they played out a scene of trying to build up the ghost’s self esteem enough for it to move on. Sadly, they lost interest in carrying the conversation before giving up and unceremoniously moving onto the next thing.

“Finally,” Marinette said as she leaned back against the couch. “Now what do you guys want to do?”

“Well, I was thinking of some horror movies…” Alya replied.

Marinette tensed before relaxing again. “Sorry, Al, but we don’t have any here. I guess we’ll have to-”

Alya nodded at Nino, who fished through his duffle bag for a handful of dvd boxes. He carried them over and set them down one by one on top of the abandoned ouija board.

“I’ve got Corpse Bride, Coraline, Alien, Paranormal Activity, The Ring, The Shining, and Halloween.” Nino spread them out so they could look at the covers of all of them at once. It was a small fragment of his collection, but one that Alya knew was well chosen. “I’m thinking we start with these two,” Nino added, pushing Coraline and Corpse Bride away from the rest.

Adrien nodded slowly.

“I think… I think I could handle those,” Marinette said. “We’ll see how we feel from there.”

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As Nino had expected, Marinette and especially Adrien loved the Corpse Bride to pieces - pun definitely intended. With them feeling a little more confident, he introduced them to Coraline. Despite its much creepier tone, they enjoyed it too. With the scene properly set, and the night well underway, Nino decided to push the boundaries a little.

Personally, Nino’s favorite was the Shining. Excellent cinematography, slow build up, perfect location. It was a seamless fit for his favorite sort of horror - the creeping, psychological kind. Unfortunately, it might be a little… much for his horror movie virgin friends, he noted as he looked over his shoulder at Marinette and Adrien. Deciding it was better to test the waters a little more, he popped in a tamer movie.

“Ugh, Paranormal Activity?” Alya groaned as she cuddled up to Nino. “It’s so slow.”

“C’mon, babe. A little build up is a good thing!” He kissed the top of her head as he reached for the bowl of popcorn in her lap.

“Fine, but if I fall asleep, it's on you.”

Nino chuckled. “I figured, babe.”

He stretched out in comfort from his spot sitting on a few pillows with his back against the couch. He glanced back at Adrien and Marinette once again, at how they were close, but not too close and wondered how long that was going to last. Smirking, he returned his attention to the movie.

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True to her word, Alya was out like a light by the time the movie was over. Apparently the build up had been far too slow for her and simply lulled her off into sleep. When it came time for the next movie, his remaining friends were shaken, but not terribly so. Which meant they were ready for even more intense horror.

Nino had Marinette put in The Ring next. It wasn’t anything that bothered him, but now that he had a handle for the boundaries of his friends… he knew it would hit them just hard enough.

Halfway through the movie, he glanced over his shoulder. He had to stifle a laugh when he saw that they’d given up all pretenses at keeping distance between them. Marinette was on Adrien’s lap, clutching to their shared blanket like a life preserver. Adrien wasn’t doing much better, his arms firmly wrapped around Marinette as he peeked out from behind her pigtails. Nino almost got the sense that he was putting her between him and the TV like a shield.

The movie ended not long after and Nino yawned. “Okay, dudes. I think I’m gonna fall asleep soon, so…”

Wide eyed, Marinette looked toward him without moving her face away from the screen. “You two can take my bed.”

“Are you sure, dude? We don’t mind-”

"I'm serious, Nino. I don’t think Adrien and I are gonna be able to sleep for a while anyway."

“If you say so, dude.” Pulling himself away from Alya and then hefting her into his arms, Nino made his way toward Marinette’s room.

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They quickly turned off the TV, plunging them into a cool darkness. They’d cleaned off the couch and were laying on it, but just as Marinette had feared, they were far off from being able to get any sleep.

"Adrien,” Marinette mumbled into his shirt, “I swear if you let the demon drag me down the hall..."

"What are you worried about an attic demon for? The TV's right there!” Adrien moved, and she could vaguely seen his outline gesturing wildly toward the television. “Samara's just waiting for us to fall asleep!"

"We'll be okay... right? We're superheroes. You can destroy things with a single touch!"

"Like I said, the TV's right there. Say the word and there won't be a screen for that ghost to crawl out of."

Marinette giggled, feeling a little better. Then Adrien’s breath caught. “Kitty? What’s wrong?”

“We forgot to say goodbye to the ghost when we were done playing with the Ouija board…”

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

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* // MYSNU DATABASE —————— STUDENT ID # : 302812

// LOADING STUDENT INFORMATION ▪ ▪ ▪

NAME › phromli sunisa ALIAS › sunny, the fallen AGE › 28 / 12 / 1999, 20 YEAR › junior

// LOADING STUDENT RECORDS ▪ ▪ ▪

MAJOR › dance MINOR › business management HOUSING › gangjeon complex, second floor, 2002 CLUBS › yoga, gardening SPORTS › dance

// LOADING STUDENT ANALYSIS ▪ ▪ ▪

› › › p retty girl born before the sunrise; she wont know it yet but the season will bring a cool wind that will blow through her hair on the day her mother and father take her home from the hospital.

sunisa’s parents believe the infant in their arms is a miracle — countless attempts had led them to believe that they wouldn’t be able to bear children, but they finally had an heir.

h er smile is something radiant, even from such a young age.

her laugh is like wind chimes. sunisa is everything that her parents want her to be — this is the child that will meet and surpass all of their expectations, or so they hope. sunan hopes that his only daughter will inherit his exports company and kamon is sure that the child would one day become a great wife.

r oles have been decided for the young girl, predetermined before she had even taken her first breath. there was no room for any dreams she may have had, no room to deviate from the path that her parents had carved for her.

it was unfortunate, then, that sunisa couldn’t fathom a happiness with the life that her parents had dictated. she wanted something else.

o n her sixth birthday, she had begged her parents to allow her to take dance classes. sunisa desperately wanted to spend more time in the day on an activity that she truly enjoyed.

there was opposition from sunan who believed that this would only hinder his daughter’s focus on her assignments, but the young girl managed to convince the man that she would study twice as hard.

m usic and movement seemed to come naturally to sunisa; and as she spent more time in dance studios, that raw talent was nurtured into something more — something amazing.

by the age of twelve she had been taking ballet classes for six years, hip hop contemporary dance for four ( contemporary itself requiring practice in ballet, modern, jazz and lyrical styles of dance ).

l ove for dance felt like exhaustion, sweat running down her back and a burning in her muscles. most of all, the love she held for dance felt right. she never had to pretend to be happy in her classes as she did with all of her advanced maths and science courses.

she knew that she wouldn’t be able to be the daughter that her father needed her to be.

i t’s only on the day of her graduation that sunisa tells her mother and father about her plans for the future. she had applied to all of the universities they had asked her to sure, and seongnam was one of them — but they were caught of guard by her decision to major in dance.

her father was furious about the decision, and didn’t speak to her for months.

⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽ ⤻ ⁎✽

s eongnam is nothing like home. because of her parents’ refusal to speak to her, the separation is much harder on sunan.

transitions are difficult when you’re alone, but she knew the consequences of her decisions. this is where she wanted to be — it’s where she needed to be, and this homesickness would not cut her dreams short. the young woman would thrive, she was sure of it.

u nderneath dance studio lights, sunisa practices. dancing is as easy as breathing, as fluid as moving through water, and the people around her know that she’s good.

with time her father begins speaking to her again, and sunisa is able to speak more thoroughly about her plans — and the business administration minor that should provide the tools to open a dance studio.

n ever before had things been so amazing for sunisa.

the young woman was on speaking terms with her parents, her grades were ( miraculously ) amazing, and she was so sure that she would become dance captain; not to mention the friends she made along the way were wonderful.

she was happy, more so than she would have ever been had she been studying economics or something alone those lines.

i t hits the fan on the day of auditions.

the dancer trusts in the sportsmanship of others, doesn’t think that someone would stoop so low as to sabotage her audition. she knows now, the world is full of cowards — that this person was afraid of losing to her.

sunisa didn’t even get to audition, and this hurts more than anything else; she’s scolded by the coach for missing the audition, they’re disappointed in her.

s o, here she is…she’s not captain, or even co-captain — just one member in a sea of faces.

and sunisa had worked so hard for this, she needed this in the very same way her lungs need air. the failure felt bitter, and with each dance practice she only grew more and more annoyed at the way things were; but really, what can you do?

she had lost this time around ( unfairly, sure ), and that’s all that mattered to everyone else.

a ll she wants is recognition — sunisa is a much better dancer than the tenacious, deserves the role of captain much more than they do.

she’s over their pettiness and cowardly sabotages, and she’s over the fake friends she’s made along the way. sunisa will be more perceptive this time around, and when push comes to shove, she can only hope that the usurper is ready to lose their crown.

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years

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Chapter 11

Title: Falling for the Holidays

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 1856

Summary: With October ending and the holidays underway, that only meant one thing for Dean Winchester. It meant returning to his childhood home and spending time with his family. It meant listening to his parents, especially his mom, ramble on and on about when he was going to find himself a nice girl, bring her home for the holidays, and then eventually get married and have children. However, Dean wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment, so in order to get his family off his back, he comes up with an elaborate scheme! But like the saying goes, “sometimes lies become truths.”

Warnings: Angsty-ish, One bad word (I think).

A/N: I said I wasn’t going to take forever to write the next chapter and I feel like it took me twice as long this time. Ugh. I hope you all forgive me. Thank you for being patient and thank you for showing my series some attention and love. It means a lot to me! Happy Reading! Please let me know what you think! I do adore the feedbacks, even if it’s a gif, emoji, or one word. Thanks again! xx

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Dean watched her disappear through the crowds. Jo was about to chase after you, but Cass stopped her, reminding the petite blonde how you needed space when you were upset. Disturbing you would only make matters worse, unless it was Dean. But that was no longer an option, since the person she was currently furious with was Dean.

Without relaying a word back to his friends, Dean walked off, exiting the cafeteria. Cass, Jo, and Meg, just watched, not knowing what to do.

Sharing similar characteristics as you, Dean needed time to cool off. Usually, you were the designated Dean-Control person, but that wasn’t an option. The two people who needed each other was the two people who couldn’t be around each other. It was all… very complicated. Before you came along, Dean was a pretty private man. Cass was his only constant friend (his best friend.) But when you came along, Jo started to hang out with them, Benny and Garth came around often, and there were other’s who would stop Dean to say hello through the halls or in the library. Dean was an introvert at best.

“Fuck. This is gonna be some mess, isn’t it?” Jo asked aloud.

“Unfortunately,” Cass sighed, not wanting to think about the repercussions of the feud.

Dean went through the rest of his classes like a zombie, listening to what his professors were saying but not fully grasping it. He just jotted down notes he thought might be important, but didn’t bother to absorb the information like he usually did.

You on the other hand, used your fury to type down word for word everything your professor spoke, even his terrible jokes. You had no idea what he was saying, but your fingers had no time to rest. You needed to focus your pent up energy on something otherwise you’d lose it.

When classes were over, Dean dragged his way to his truck, sitting there for a while, wondering if you were going show up. Dean sat up straight when he saw you walking down the campus, but instantly slumped back into his seat when he noticed a black sports car pull up in front of you. The driver’s side window was open and Dean’s fists clenched around the steering wheel when he noticed who it was.

“Ketch,” he growled, intensely staring.

When his eyes averted back to you, both your eyes suddenly met. You were a little shocked and so was Dean, but you could see the pain in his expression even from yards away. Brushing the feelings away, you hopped into the car.

“Hello, beautiful. How was your classes?” Ketch asked.

“It was boring as usual,” you told him, glancing back in time to see Dean race out of the parking lot.

You felt a little guilty because you knew your words had hurt, but so did his. But you knew Dean better than that and you knew he didn’t mean what he said, but still… he didn’t deserve your understanding. He stepped over the line and now he had to pay the consequences however, the look he gave you when you said you never wanted to see or talk to him again made your stomach sink. Regret washed all over him and you knew then that he was sorry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him head on, at least not in a room full of people. You couldn’t let them see you cry.

“Everything alright? You seem a little distracted,” Ketch brought you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah,” you sent him a weak smile, “just a rough day.”

“Oh. Well, if you want to go home, I can drop you off. I don’t mind a raincheck. You don’t have to go out with me if you’re not up for it.”

“No, it’s fine. A distraction from my distraction could be just what I need. I’m glad you called, I really am,” you assured him.

“Okay, great. Are you hungry?” You could tell he was trying to change the subject and lighten up the mood, much to your relief.

“Starved,” was you reply.

Ketch brought you to a quaint little restaurant. It was practically a hole in the wall. You’ve been there once with Dean, but neither of you liked what was served on the menu, claiming it was “too healthy,” but you didn’t want to offend Ketch, so you went along with it.

“Have you ever eaten here before?” He asked, as the he lead you to a table next to the window.

“I’ve been here once, when it first opened. Dean and I came here to try it out,” you explained.

“Dean? Was he an old boyfriend?” Ketch wondered.

“O-oh. Um, Dean is my…” you didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Ketch was more than capable to put two and two together.

“Oh. Your best friend. The one you told me about. I see. So his name is Dean.”

“Yeah. I mean… we’re friends and I figured I could trust you.” You looked at him with hesitant eyes, reluctant to believe that maybe it was a bad idea.

“Yes. Of course. You can trust me. I’m not here to judge anyone,” Ketch replied. A sense of relief washed over you. There weren’t many people you opened up to, so knowing Ketch was someone you could trust made everything a lot lighter.

“Thank you, Ketch. It makes me so relieved to know I can count on you.”

“Always,” he smiled with soft brown eyes showing his sincerity.

Dean raced back to his apartment, coming to a slow stop when he finally cooled down. He cursed himself for being an idiot, assuming that you had called Ketch to pick you up instead of catching a ride with him, but he couldn’t blame you. He had ditched you that morning and during lunch he insulted you. Everything was his fault. Karma was a bitch.

“Dammit!” Dean shouted in his truck, banging on the steering wheel, his chest heaving with frustration.

A knock on his window made him jump, distracting him from his current thoughts. “Dean?”

“L-Lisa?” He stared at her with confusion. “What—” Dean opened the door, stepping out of his truck when he realized it that she wouldn’t be able to hear him clearly. “What are you doing here?” He questioned, his eyes catching Ben in the car parked a few spaces behind her.

“We wanted to come see you,” she admitted.

“Doesn’t Ben have school or something?”

“Oh! Yes he does, but he’s in preschool, so he’ll be fine,” Lisa explained.

“Oh. I see.” Dean didn’t say it out loud, but he thought that it was a little extreme that she’d take Ben out of school just to visit him, especially since he’d be back home for Christmas in a at the end of the instruction week.

“Look, I know what you’re thinking. Why, right?” When Dean didn’t reply, she took that as her cue to speak again. “Can we just go inside and talk about it? Ben and I are freezing.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Let’s go—”

“Mom! I’m hungry!” Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the car window.

“Looks like the kid has spoken. Why don’t you both hope into the truck and we go get something to eat?” Dean suggested.

“That sounds amazing,” Lisa smiled, skipping over to Ben.

With everyone in the truck, Ben sandwiched between his mom and Dean, they sped off into the center of town. School had just ended, so the traffic was pretty heavy. “Oh. c’mon. I hate the afterschool rush,” Dean grumbled.

You were about to take a bite out of your salad when you happened to look out the window. It was hard to miss the red Ford truck passing through with not only Dean in the hunk of metal, but Ben and Lisa as well.

A loud clank echoed through the restaurant as your fork crashed onto the ceramic plate.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Ketch, along with everyone else in the restaurant, stared at you with concern, a few patrons glaring at you with irritation. “Y/N.” Only when Ketch placed his hand over yours did you snap back to reality.

“What? Uh… sorry. I – I thought I saw something,” you faked a chuckle.

“What was it?” Ketch asked, turning around to take a glimpse out the window behind him.

“It… it was nothing. Sorry. I guess my mind was playing tricks on me. I must be really hungry,” you joked.

The rest of the evening, you were a little – or a lot – out if. Ketch had to steer you around many times, and had to yank you back from walking into traffic.

“Y/N, what in god’s name is going on in that head of yours?” He snapped, grabbing you by the arms and looking you into the eyes. You could tell that he was worried, so you weren’t offended by his scolding.

“Sorry. I think I’m just a little tired. It was a long weekend and a rough day at school.”

“Hey. It’s okay. How about I just take you home, hm?” You nodded your head in a response, allowing him to take your hand and lead the way back to his car.

Rounding a corner, you and Ketch came to an abrupt stop, almost running into a group of people.

“Oh, pardon u—” Ketch didn’t finish, flinching. “Li—B—umm, Dennis?” Ketch stammered.

“Dea-Dennis?” Your attention drew to Ketch. Who the hell was Dennis? You had heard that name before… Quickly averting your attention back to the group in your path, you stared at them. “Dean? Lisa?”

“Y/N?” Lisa seemed to be surprised as well. There was a flicker in her eyes when they barely landed on Ketch that had you thinking, perhaps, they new each other. “U-um, hi,” Lisa was able to pull her self back together quickly, a big smile adorning her lips. “Who’s your friend?”

“Uh, Lisa, Dean, Ben, this is Ketch,” you introduced.

“Dean? I think we’ve met. Didn’t you say your name was Dennis?” Ketch announced, his head tilting a tad.

“Wait, you two have met before?” Lisa chimed in.

“Lisa, do you know Ketch?” You added to the conversation, directing your question at the brunette.

“Funny story…” Dean chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, as he figured out a plausible explanation.

Everything was in disarray and everyone was talking all at the same time, holding multiple conversations that quickly started to make no sense. When you finally took control and stopped the madness, you all noticed that Ben was missing.

“Where’s Ben?” Lisa asked, snapping her head side to side in search for her four-year old son. “Ben?!”

Panic shot threw all of you. “It’ll be easier with we split up,” Dean advised, looking over at you, standing directly in front of him.

“Agreed,” Ketch responded.

It took less than a second for you and Dean to pull your eyes away from each other when you noticed that Ketch and Lisa were gone. It was a little weird, but it wasn’t the time to think about that. The priority was Ben.

Say Something Nice Here!

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ryouverua · 5 years

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Trial 6 - Flashfiction (4)

FLIP THAT CHESSBOARD, SWEETCHEEKS!

Trial: 1 / 2 / 3

it’s what kokichi would have wanted

DRV3 HOW DARE YOU HOLD OUT ON THE CUTEST DAMN TSUMUGI SPRITE OF THE ENTIRE GAME

how can mirrors be real if our eyes aren’t real

And we found it in Kokichi’s lab of all places. Why? Had he been able to get access to it ater all? Why was it just lying there so awkwardly - not hidden or neatly put away at all, but just tossed on the floor like an afterthought?

...... thinks about the state of Kokichi’s dorm room

yeah the chance that he left it on the floor like a bored 12 year old or me is not 0%

Wait.... is there??? The only one that stands out to me is the method of applying vs being scouted...

So we go over the events again, or as the game would probably put it, comb over The Longest, Most Ridiculous, Most Despairing Backstory to look for discrepancies.

Don’t look so pleased with yourself!

YES THANK YOU SHUICHI THANK YOU FOR STOPPING HER BEFORE SHE GOT STARTED AGAIN

It.... it doesn’t???

as;dflksdjf

U-Uuuuh Monokuma??? Are you just allowed to namedrop the title like that???

A-Anyway, this one was sort of vague - not sure if the game did too good a job of hiding it or not, but I certainly didn’t clue into this immediately because, well, I’d argue that Junko was ultimately the cause of this? And she was the original Ultimate Despair, even if Mukuro got roped into it with her? This felt a bit like being at a multiple choice exam where there are a few answers that are sort of right but not exactly right and then I cry

AND MUKURO!!! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS MUKURO ERASURE, DAMN IT!!! can you tell she was one of my favourites in the first game if not my favourite

“And that’s why, even though you are technically right, you are also wrong, and therefore will not get any points for your answer to this question.” sweetcheeks you sonuvab -

despite the mukuro erasure, consider me team maki

“Can it, nerd.”

It would have been really nice to have Maki in the first game.

We really are going over this piece by piece.

Okay, so now we’re reviewing the first game. They were forced to kill each other, then Junko was found out and killed herself in the end, which led to the eventual end of the Despair side....

Shuichi is clearly onto something that I haven’t quite latched onto yet. 8′D

This makes me think of how cool it would have been to have this text style in the previous games. Have I mentioned enough about how much I like the typography in drv3? Because I don’t know if that’s possible.

OOOH that’s right - I forgot! Or, well, I didn’t forget, but it didn’t really occur to me that we were remembering that they were literally trapped in the school by Ultimate Despair, I guess.

I guess the gist of it is that they’re remembering - well, not witnessing the events, but being told things were one way vs another. They would have been too young to have been alive at the time though, right? It seems to me that, though the game clearly wants us to take it a different way, we can also interpret this as them just being told the wrong thing within the memories themselves as opposed to the actual memories being entirely falsified. What if the reports at the time or the commonly-known story was that they had been locked in by Ultimate Despair, and it’s only the properly researched books like this that have the correct accounts? It’s not exactly an uncommon phenomenon for there to be widely-held mistaken knowledge/generalizations of famous events, unfortunately... 8′D

Anyway, I’m getting distracted because like I said, this is really not the angle the game is going with at all.

BULLSHIT

AND ALSO

WHY WOULD A BOOK EXIST THAT DIRECTLY CONTRADICTS THE MEMORIES YOU GAVE THEM

WHY DOES IT EVEN EXIST IN THIS PLACE AT ALL

I’m seriously fixated on this book!

also

I love Shuichi just casually ignoring Junko!Tsumugi lmao

I’m calling her Junko!Tsumugi I refuse to call her Tsumugi!Junko I REFUSE TO GIVE UP ON TSUMUGI’S AUTONOMY

This.... this one has to be it, right? This was the one thing I remember getting really confused by when they talked about applying! In fact, I had thought the whole reason Shuichi was considered the Ultimate Detective was because of the homicide case and if that resulted in him being at Hope’s Peak, it was because word of that had traveled - but then if it was an application, that means either his parents or his uncle would have applied on his behalf, right?

this was a detail I remember remarking on and loving btw I got really sad when in Chapter 5 it started looking like they were all in the same class

I think more than the others, this is the big one. All that other stuff can be attributed to mistaken hearsay - but this? This is something they would have ‘directly experienced’.

Oh apparently he chose to come... despite feeling awkward about his title.

I wonder if he was pressured into it by his family....?

Or, uh. Let me correct myself. I wonder if, in this mistaken memory, he remembers being pressured into it by his family?

I-I feel like I would trust the book over you guys especially considering the whole ‘we remembered Kokichi Ouma as a Remnant of Despair and got him killed as the fake mastermind’ situation tbh.

well technically ultra despair girls is

That is a good point. I mean, it could quite possibly happen underground, but I suppose the same could be said of the Jabberwock Island one - there’s no reason that should be public knowledge.

“I mean, I know it’s nothing new, but bear with me here.”

H A L L E L U J A H

REALLY

MAKI, REALLY

YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW BETTER

FUFCKFUCKING HELL GUYS YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE

sdfkdslfj fukging

noOOONONO

aND YOU! YOU SHUT UP TOO!!!!

“Also have you seen their outfits? Do you realize how terribly they would clash? ‘Oh Saihara, why would that matter what do uniforms have to do with anything surely Kokichi and his uniformed clown posse could just be a branch under the Remnants’ NO THAT WILL NOT FLY WHEN THE HEAD OF THE ENTIRE ORGANIZATION LITERALLY DOUBLES AS THE ULTIMATE FASHIONISTA!!!”

this level of reasoning is possible for saihara shuichi

.... what do you think, everyone?

And he still has the Supreme Leader title, even if these aren’t really their talents... there has to be something to that, right?

Shu -

Shuichi

The words DICE were written in big words over his giant hella awesome throne

He has a checkered scarf which brings about a certain ‘game’ feeling

he literally challenged you to card games

I’m.... I’m just gonna throw it out there, but there’s a pretty good chance the group he led was called ‘DICE’.

YOU SAW THE VIDEO YOU SAW IT DAMN YOU MAKI I KNOW YOU’RE BETTER THAN THIS YOU ARE SMARTER THAN THIS!!!!

“Maki also said he literally said he didn’t know what she was talking about when she interrogated him with a crossbow literally aimed directly at him but surely that’s unrelated -”

s o b s

I 100% bet Tsumugi was not counting on them finding this room. So.... beginning the trial, she tried to do a Kaede/Kaede’s twin mastermind thing. Then she switched tactics to being solely ‘Junko’ and her lackey Kokichi setting up the game with the last survivors of humanity as... revenge for Hope’s Peak, I guess? Or something.

So where are we going from here? Are we about to discover this was all a simulated scenario then?

Sort of like they’re trying to test different outcomes and scenarios - with different talents, maybe? Is there the selected 16 (15? 14?) talents that can be switched around at will, or is there a larger database of students’ talents? That’s what I really want to know.

But “there are an endless possibilities for lies,” a certain person may say.

why are you all ganging up on me also how when two of you are literally the same person and the other one is an AI acting as an extension of you -

It sort of hit me but this is a weird echo of Korekiyo’s trial, with Junko and Tsumugi switching back and forth with each other the way Korekiyo and his sister did. I wonder if there’s something to that, or if it says something about Tsumugi in general...

(one hangman’s gambit later...)

TALENTS ARE NOT THEIRS AND POSSIBLY ARBITRARY CONFIRMED

I WOULD KILL FOR KOKICHI TO POP OUT OF THE GRAVE TO SHOUT IT’S A LIE RIGHT NOW

FUCK YOU BEAR

ghggkhgkh

that is a dangerous precedent to set

But you weren’t planning on revealing this, right??? Right???? Your hand was totally forced! Don’t play this off like it wasn’t!

I swear I had a similar idea when I was coming up with how they could see themselves in photos/pictures if the students weren’t actually who they thought they were - about how their brain filled in the gaps and placed their own faces where they’d expect to see them (like in the funeral scene with the portraits, etc). Glad to know I was kinda right on that regard!

I really like it when they combine Junko and Tsumugi here. There’s probably something to that - when it’s Tsumugi herself acting as the mastermind, as opposed to just being ‘Junko’.

T-Those are some pretty big inconsistencies though? Why would there be incorrect options in those flashback lights in the first place? What was there to gain for their being options where ‘Ultimate Despair trapped the first class in’ and ‘Junko is the end-all of Ultimate Despair’? At least Kokichi’s made sense to have on standby, but the other stuff? Isn’t their existence a bit weird?

It’s... nice to see Shuichi focusing on Kokichi. Being posthumous and all it’s a bit late, but it’s still nice - especially after all that talk of ‘not understanding him’ and ‘the embodiment of a lie’, having him finally clue in to Kokichi’s real place in all of this - a victim of the mastermind - is good. It’s the perfect example of ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ and Kaito figured that out last chapter, so it’s long past due for Shuichi to drag himself and everyone else to that conclusion, kicking and screaming if he must.

(he was jealous of Angie)

because he was trying to stop the game!!!!!

Which, honestly, was pretty clever on her part. I think overall Kokichi will come out of this looking the best - he had so little going for him and almost succeeded in his coup - but the fact that Tsumugi was able to counter his surprise attack still says a lot about her own intelligence and her ability to adapt, because in that moment she also had limited options.

THANK

YOU

LORD

WE HAVE GATHERED HERE TODAY TO SAY FAREWELL TO REMNANT!OUMA THEORY

REST IN PIECES AND NEVER COME BACK

Pretty damn successfully, too.

While the fact that her first inclination was to straight-up murder Kokichi was very Not Good, it’s at least good to know that it took the extra nudge of the flashback lights to push her over the precipice. Basically, it took turning Kokichi into a complete monster in her eyes - Despair with a capital D - to strip away his humanity entirely. I do wonder if she still would’ve staged a rescue mission of sorts to rescue Kaito? For that matter, I wonder if Kaito had been on the outside (with the Flashback Light used on him and everything) and it was someone else being held hostage like Shuichi, would he have been able to talk Maki down?

It’s interesting how they’re turning hope itself into a weapon here. I think Junko talked about this in the first game, the idea of giving hope out to maximize despair, so it’s not the first time the mastermind has actively used hope as a weapon - but it’s never felt quite as dirty as it does here.

!!! We’re seeing her as herself in the room!!! I guess it’s the flashback light classroom, but still!

That is so unfair considering they were all being threatened with death, you were straight up messing with their brains and also that airlock exists??? And they straight-up collapsed after being exposed to the outside??? I’m

I think Shuichi managed to break away from that a bit at the end... maybe. He seems more motivated by righting the wrong in Kaede’s case at this point, and of avenging everyone who died - but the same can’t be said of the others.

Man I even wondered what it would be like without Kaito and Kokichi there considering they’ve been the strongest ‘movers’ on both sides - and the answer ended up being ‘I’ll give you artificial motivation to act’.

SHE’S.... REALLY A KILLING GAME FAN GIRL AFTER ALL..........

Oh, this does feel dirty. She’s lusting after them in an abstract way - like pieces on a chessboard. Kokichi was able to compartmentalize and make people take certain actions to an extent, but even he had attachments that he wasn’t able to shake. I knew it felt like she had managed to keep herself from getting too close to them, with the sole exception of the protectiveness she felt for Gonta (which?? I want to know if we’ll hear anything about that specifically???) but this is... wow.

Actually, this is very Komaeda-esque isn’t it? She wants to see them succeed in their battles against each other in a similar way...

Junko only gets that look when she’s actually mad. So if Tsumugi is sporting that... well, she must be smarting a bit underneath all the gloating she’s doing. She was happily spouting off ‘hints’ before, right?

Oh??

me too tbh

OH THE TURNABOUT MUSIC IS HERE

THAT TRANSITION WAS SO GOOD AND SMART WHAT A GREAT WAY TO USE THE PORTRAIT STAND

oooh! OOOOH! OH WHAT A FANTASTIC POINT!

SHUICHI MY BOY YOU’RE ON A ROLL NOW! GET HYPED GET HYPED GET HYP -

AAAAAAAAAAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hajimemed

#Ryou plays drv3 #Shuichi Saihara #Tsumugi Shirogane #Himiko Yumeno #Kiibo #Keebo #Maki Harukawa #K1-b0 #spoilers #drv3 spoilers

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s u r v e y : p e y t o n p e l l e g r i n o.

what’s this? there’s something paper clipped to the page... a stick of juicy fruit. how thoughtful.

basic information

FULL NAME: jamie claverton peyton pellegrino PRONUNCIATION: PAY-ton pell-eh-GREEN-oh MEANING: noble, royal REASONING: his kidnapper father said he always looked like a peyton. strong, wise, dignified. NICKNAME(S): pey, pellegrino, pillsbury ( monty ), sparkles ( tess ), etc. PREFERRED NAME(S): peyton BIRTH DATE: july 24, 2000 AGE: 18 ZODIAC: leo GENDER: cismale PRONOUNS: he/him ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual NATIONALITY: american. ETHNICITY: italian-american. his father’s got pellegrino pride.

background

BIRTH PLACE: milton, delaware HOMETOWN: milton, delaware. his dad said he was born in ohio. everyone thinks he’s from cali, when they meet him. SOCIAL CLASS: upper-middle. FATHER: presley claverton. matthew pellegrino. fire chief. 52. west ham’s most eligible and charming single father. and peyton’s best friend. faceclaim. MOTHER: theresa claverton. francesca milluzzo. peyton never knew her. his dad said she deserted them shortly before his first birthday. SIBLING(S): none. BIRTH ORDER: first of three. the clavertons needed to fill the void. first and only. PET(S): none. but he adores anything fluffy. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: n/a PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: n/a. he’s always been too scared of his own shadow to ask a girl out. ARRESTS?: squeaky clean. PRISON TIME?: not unless you count double-shifts delivering pizzas.

occupation & income

SOURCE OF INCOME: works part-time as a pizza delivery boy at one of west ham’s most beloved pizza joints. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: very content, usually! people tip well and peyton enjoys the small talk. PAST JOB(S): assistant life guarding at the local pool in middle school, but that quickly ended after he had a panic attack on duty. SPENDING HABITS: peyton’s pretty frugal! his idea of a fun time is boarding around town with monty, or grabbing a scoop of ice cream at one of the local places. he’s not too big on driving, if he doesn’t have to. longboards almost everywhere. his dad’s job gets them ample cash, being fire chief, but they live modestly. pellegrino men are humble. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: his longboard. unfortunately, his anti-anxiety meds.

skills & abilities

TALENTS: deduction, longboarding, mock trial, stage lighting, studying, making people smile. he’s mario kart champion and he’ll never live that down. SHORTCOMINGS: overthinker. often, he limits himself just by thinking in circles. he... finds the good in people. assumes the best. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, and enough italian to get friendly with the kitchen staff. DRIVE?: yes. JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes. RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes, but longboards are way better. SWIM?: yes. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: he has a guitar and plays it decently well. sometimes he’ll hum a little tune and strum a few chords, but it’s nothing too major. PLAY CHESS?: yeah. BRAID HAIR?: ha! him? able to braid hair? he wishes. TIE A TIE?: he can double-knot his shoes. PICK A LOCK?: no.

physical appearance & characteristics

FACE CLAIM: noah centineo. EYE COLOR: deep hazel, primarily chocolate with pools of mossy green. HAIR COLOR: dark brown. HAIR TYPE/STYLE: wavy/curly. it does what it wants, and he rarely styles it, unless it’s for a mock trial competition or a student gov event. reference. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: he has a glasses prescription but always wears his contacts. DOMINANT HAND: right. HEIGHT: 6′1. WEIGHT: 165 lbs. BUILD: lean, trim, athletic. EXERCISE HABITS: he’s co-captain of the lacrosse team with monty, so they have daily team workouts. he goes for runs a lot, and likes HIIT training. does longboarding count? it should. he’s boarded all over this town countless times ( it’s also how he chooses to deliver pizzas, when the weather’s alright. ) SKIN TONE: tanned, smooth. reference. TATTOOS: none. he can’t handle needles. PEIRCINGS: none. MARKS/SCARS: a few on his arms and legs from nasty longboarding falls. NOTABLE FEATURES: his wild hair. million-watt smile. USUAL EXPRESSION: peaceful, welcoming. CLOTHING STYLE: reference. leather bracelets, cuffed jeans, lots of solid colored and colorblocked tees. when he dresses up for mock trial, the girls kinda swoon. boy looks dashing in a suit. has a glasses prescription but always wears contacts. his dad says he looks sharper that way ( but it’s actually because, with glasses, he looks too similar to the claverton family. ) beat up chuck taylors, kind of untied on purpose. he’s got that whole loosely kept together, sleep deprived look down pat. JEWELRY: leather bracelets. sometimes he’ll wear a thin chain. ALLERGIES: n/a. BODY TEMPERATURE: the standard. he runs a little warmer than most. DIET: lots of pizza. mountain dew. juicy fruit gum’s basically a whole other food group. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: n/a. he can be a bit jumpy, sometimes, if he’s feeling on edge. his left pinky kind of clicks funny when he makes a fist, from when he broke his hand his freshman year.

psychology

MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful good. TEMPERAMENT: phlegmatic. ELEMENT: earth. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: anxiety disorder. SOCIABILITY: very approachable. warm. kindhearted. there’s a reason he’s the one tasked with getting class dues, as class treasurer. there’s a reason why he leads the lacrosse team. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: typically very levelheaded. his anxiety can make that fluctuate, though. PHOBIA(S): having another panic attack in public. he hasn’t had one in front of anyone besides monty in a year. ADDICTION(S): does juicy fruit qualify? DRUG USE: none. very straight-edge. ALCOHOL USE: occasional, as much as you’d expect. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not at all.

mannerisms

QUIRKS: peyton shoves his hands into his pockets when he’s nervous. he always looks for monty or tess in a crowded room, to get grounded. whenever he wears a flannel or a sweatshirt, he always pushes the sleeves up midway to his elbows. HOBBIES: lacrosse, longboarding, mock trial, reading, parkour ( a phase in freshman year ). watching football games with his dad. trying out weird recipes. HABITS: biting the edge of pens. turning his head to the side when he’s listening. offering people pieces of his lunch until he realizes there’s nothing left for him. NERVOUS TICKS: not knowing what to do with his hands. trailing off. looking at the ground. laughing. counting his own fingers. biting the tip of his tongue. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: he genuinely wants to see people happy. he wants everything to run smoothly and willingly along. FEARS: his meds will stop working. he’ll have a panic attack in front of his classmates, who are supposed to see him as calm, collected, put together. he’ll never get to know more about his mom. it bugs him. POSITIVE TRAITS: benevolent, bona fide, conscientious, suave, tenderhearted. NEGATIVE TRAITS: anxious, critical, restless, self-limiting, yielding. SENSE OF HUMOR: puns. wit. a lot of inside jokes with tess and monty. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: not really! he’s more likely to say frick or flipping than anything bad. CATCHPHRASE(S): “ oh shit ! ” & “ dude ! ” & “ what’s good ? ”

favorites

ACTIVITY: longboarding, hands down. ANIMAL: he’s got a super soft spot for rabbits. BEVERAGE: mountain dew or 7-up. BOOK: growing up, he loved the percy jackson series. CELEBRITY: stephen hawking. COLOR: green. DESIGNER: designer? he guesses, like... is gucci the right answer? he’s not really plugged in to that. FOOD: does juicy fruit count? FLOWER: he’s learning more about flowers, but he thinks sunflowers are pretty nice. kelly’s teaching him more about those. GEM: tiger’s eye. HOLIDAY: christmas. that’s when the famous pellegrino slutty brownies surface. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: longboarding !! MOVIE: original star trek. MUSICAL ARTIST: saint motel. QUOTE/SAYING: “ we’re dead ! we survived but we’re dead ! ” – dash, the incredibles. SCENERY: rolling hills. sunset. SCENT: cinnamon. SPORT: lacrosse. SPORTS TEAM: in connecticut, he’s surprised he hasn’t been vilified for being a chicago bears fan. but he and his dad spent some time there, and going to those games became a weekly tradition. they watch them now, and it’s like a little piece of their story. TELEVISION SHOW: saturday night live, honestly. WEATHER: that golden-hour sunshine, just before sunset. lukewarm. mid-60′s. VACATION DESTINATION: hawaii. he’s always wanted to longboard down those colossal volcano-side roads.

attitudes

GREATEST DREAM: go into tech/lighting design for broadway. ask cassandra pressman out, for real. GREATEST FEAR: his dad won’t be able to function without him in west ham next fall. he’ll panic in front of people when he needs to seem strong. MOST AT EASE WHEN: he’s with his squad, the belugas. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: he’s allowed the time to overthink. when his dad doesn’t come home from his fire shift on time. when things don’t feel right. BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: the west ham mock trial team won the state championship this spring. BIGGEST REGRET: he never pressured his dad more about finding his mother. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: he had a panic attack in the middle of his treasurer speech freshman year. someone pulled the fire alarm right as he couldn’t breathe. to this day, peyton has no idea who that was, but he’s so friggin’ thankful. BIGGEST SECRET: his biggest secret’s not even known to him yet. matthew pellegrino isn’t his father; he’s his kidnapper. peyton pellegrino’s fake. doesn’t exist. TOP PRIORITIES: having monty and tess’s backs. taking care of his dad, since he’s still reeling from peyton’s mom leaving almost 17 years ago. bringing the lacrosse team to the state championships. making sure every single thing he does for west ham high’s theatre department is flawless: making art on that stage. finding out how to... conquer this anxiety. finding out how to muster up enough courage to make a move before it’s too late.

#newhamhq: task #🍂 –– shallow graves for shallow hearts ! isms.#🍂 –– there's no place like home ! psyche.#yoooo..... cackle at that header image bc i'm still laughing

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thank you for the music (haechan) genre: fluff, high school au, theatre kid au words: 2.8k w. summary: in which ABBA described how you fell in love with theatre kid, donghyuck.

it wasn’t like you couldn’t sing. you weren’t just really interested in theatre. you were more of a bookworm, film enthusiast gal–not someone who acts and sings and oh my god did renjun just say DANCE

renjun is this year’s production stage manager for the musical. he has a knack for plays and musicals so it was understandable why he’s in such a position.

renjun’s also the devil’s incarnate. you’ve always known that but renjun went full-on apocalyptic evil when he tattled about the upcoming musical to your mom. unfortunately, she was a musical geek AND an ABBA fan herself.

it was like hitting two birds with one stone. this was definitely a dream come true for your mother.

“auntie, i think it’d be a GREAT idea if you let my gorgeous best friend audition for sophie”

renjun complimenting you meant trouble.

“sophie? as in mamma mia’s sophie?!” renjun nods and your mom shrieks right behind your ear.

judging from her tone of voice, she’s set on bribing the principal to let you play the part. even if she has to pay a thousand bucks and mortgage the house.

“you bastard!”

“i am, in fact, a legal child. you can’t use that word on me”

“stop being a sarcastic bitch”

“that’s you, sis”

“RENJUN”

that night, your mom was on her knees, begging you to audition for the role. suddenly, she brings up her birthday next week. she says she’ll cut you some slack finding a gift if you would at least try to audition for sophie. she’ll consider it as a birthday gift. begrudgingly, you agree cause she’s your mom and you love your mom to the moon and back.

naturally, everyone was shocked when they saw the only girl in class who wasn’t stoked for the musical, show up on the audition day.

the audition was a breeze–easily passing the acting and singing category

(thank god for vocal classes every summer since third grade)

“so who’s my leading man?” you ask renjun while he skims through the script at lunch

he corrects, “men”

you almost choke on your milk, “men?!”

“oh wait, my bad” renjun corrects, “that was for donna sheridan”

“lee donghyuck,” he blurts out and this time, you really choke on your milk

donghyuck was the class clown and evidently, the most annoying student to ever pester you in class. not only is he the irritating kid behind your desk, donghyuck was also your only competitor for rank one.

you’ve actually grown up with donghyuck but never got the chance to sit down and become friends with the boy. it’s cause his obnoxious, ego-centric personality hindered it. like that time in third grade, he talks to you about nonsense all the time so you always wrote his name in the NOISY LIST on the board.

let’s just say, this silent feud was going on your entire youth

“save your dramatic ass for the musical. you’re gonna be his fiancée after all,” your best friend teases

the head teacher aka the musical director, introduces the students to the stage crew as well as the fellow actors so all of you could be familiar with each other.

jung jaehyun was sam carmichael, johnny seo was bill andersson, and moon taeil was harry bright

when the director calls out donghyuck’s name and character, he says a few lines of introduction before sending you a sly wink. the bitch KNEW.

have you mentioned how flirty donghyuck was with everyone ???

during rehearsals, you can testify to donghyuck being professional, leaving his class clown demeanor behind. he was surprisingly good at acting.

deep inside, you were quite convinced yourself that you’re really his fiancée. as sophie you mean, not as donghyuck’s (yeah sure)

HIS VOCALS THOUGH

it’s as if honey was seeping right through the pores of your skin. his voice was like stirring creamer into the coffee. satisfying. you were running out of words to describe the boy’s vocals because your mind was always in a haze whenever donghyuck opens his mouth to sing.

you kept your compliments to yourself. it would be your ego’s downfall if you ever voiced it out loud and you weren’t ready for donghyuck to tease you endlessly about it.

it made you dislike him more

as the opening night was nearing, the cast and crew were becoming closer, especially the main characters. your social circle was expanding thanks to the opportunity (ehem, renjun). you got to meet renjun’s other friends–jeno, mark, jaemin, and the ever so cute babies, chenle and jisung. some were part of the stage crew, some minor roles.

you still didn’t talk to donghyuck, though. even if he was a part of renjun’s group. something within you simply refused to make ends meet with the kid and you trust your instinct.

the disconnection between the two of you affected the musical itself

when the director commands donghyuck to wrap his arms lovingly around your torso (cause that’s what couples do!!), you two look like two poles bumping into each other. the rest of the dreamies just sigh heavily.

one time, chenle cringed too hard his limbs were almost paralyzed

so Renjun and Friends™ conjured a plan called, “#MakeSophieAndSkyLikeEachOther” aka “#SaveMammaMia2k18”

that was why you found yourself stuck inside the costume closet. your eyes widen when the door opens and a bewildered donghyuck is pushed inside as well. you hear the lock click loudly.

oooooffff awkwaard

donghyuck initiates, reaching his hand to you, “lee donghyuck but you can call me hyuck, sweetheart”

“can you–i dunno–be normal for once, donghyuck?” you huff, crossing your arms

“okay, sweetheart”

“that’s so cheesy”

“you like it”

“SHUT UP HYUCK”

“oh shit, i think i like hyuck more than sweetheart. it’s settled then,” donghyuck says before he bursts out laughing at your flustered face. donghyuck had no idea whether your red, tomato-ish face was of anger or annoyance. maybe a bit of both but he didn’t want to spoil this chance to get closer to you so he pokes the hell out of you.

“hyuck, cut it!!!” you swat his index finger and stare angrily at the boy

but the cute bitch just ??? puffs out his cheeks like a kindergartner ??? and your lips stretch into a wide smile cause he was so damn cute you couldn’t help it ok !!!!

then hyuck

breaks into a smile too

reference: the gif

it was so genuine you wanted to c o m b u s t

you two smiling like fools was the icebreaker

since then, you got even closer to hyuck. the dreamies high-fived each other when they finally feel the chemistry between you and hyuck the following rehearsal. in fact, you two were soooo close it was beginning to show in your acting

or was it even acting anymore

he helps you rehearse your lines and your scenes with him!!! like the boy was really a sweetheart

(though sometimes he still calls you that. you fake complain when he teases you so he’ll console you later, to be honest.)

donghyuck assists you with the melody whenever you were flat or sharp. the kid is a musical genius, what can i say?

oh and he claps his hands 1-2-3-4 to the tempo when you miss a beat.he was such a great help with I Have A Dream and Thank You For The Music that when you finished singing your solos, donghyuck was left in a dream-like trance. you had to lightly slap his face to make him snap out of it.

you must be a mermaid to enchant such a handsome young man.

“look,” chenle lowkey points at you and donghyuck at the corner, “it seems like sky’s whipped for sophie”

“now that plan #MakeSophieAndSkyLikeEachOther is done, we’ll proceed to the next one,” renjun rubs his hands together like a fly, lifting a brow at the guys

mark asks, curious, “wait, how sure are you that she likes hyuck?”

“have you seen the girl smile THAT wide?!” renjun rolls his eyes

mark counts. each finger for each time he saw you smile in class. “four times” “exactly,” and mark forms an ‘o’ with his lips

renjun continues, “and with hyuck?”

mark looks over to your direction and starts to count again. “twelve times?!?!! under a minute?? how??”

“she likes donghyuck, dumb ass,” jeno states, matter-of-factly

We Love Intellectual Friends

this time around, jisung formulates plan “#MakeSophieAndSkyConfess”

renjun keeps donghyuck busy during take five’s so jaemin will have the chance to openly flirt with you. he’s the best flirt in the group.

it was like playing fire with fire

but renjun doesn’t keep donghyuck busy enough for him to take notice of jaemin’s advances on you. the dreamies did the same routine for three consecutive days, donghyuck begins to evidently curl his fists whenever jaemin talks to you.

one time, donghyuck warns you, “don’t talk too much with jaemin. he flirts with everyone.”

“oh so he’s like you,” you snap back and donghyuck was taken aback, clearly offended by your words.

“you’re so pathetic,” he breathes

you were appalled and the irritation washed over you for the first time since the closet incident. like who was donghyuck to tell you what to do and what not to do ???

and the dreamies, eavesdropping, was 200% panicking cause it wasn’t supposed to go that way!!!!

mark hits jisung on the arm and mutters an “i told you this wasn’t a good idea”

renjun was supposed to walk over and help patch things up but the director called for Act 3, Scene 2: Lay All Your Love On Me

the dreamies were SHAKING. the scene was sky and sophie literally fighting with their hidden emotions. it was too similar with you and donghyuck’s petty fight.

donghyuck sings the first verse:

I wasn’t jealous before we met Now every man I see is a potential threat And I’m possessive, it isn’t nice You’ve heard me saying that smoking was my only vice But now it isn’t true Now everything is new And all I’ve learned has overturned I beg of you

you proceed with the second verse:

It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck I still don’t know what you’ve done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily I feel a kind of fear When I don’t have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you dear

then the both of you begin to sing the chorus:

Don’t go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don’t go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me

as the song fades to an end, you and donghyuck stand opposite each other under the spotlight. you were staring at him and he was doing the same. the song holds as some form of enlightenment of your feelings for each other. this was so awkward realizing your feelings for donghyuck onstage like how cliche is that ???????

you literally hear your heart break into a million tiny pieces when donghyuck nonchalantly walks offstage. it’s part of the script but somehow, his moves were too true to be plain acting.

“uh oh,” chenle massages his temples, “we have to fix this, guys”

“no shit. tomorrow’s opening night,” jisung retorts. he winces when chenle slaps his arm for disrespecting him.

“don’t worry, i have a plan,” renjun announces, crossing his arms

“oh no not again,” mark interjects

it was opening night and you were hella nervous you feel like projectile vomiting any minute. the crowd was building up as each minute passes. you peep through the curtains and see your mom at the very center of the first row.

we love a supportive stage mom

renjun rubs the small of your back. “you’ll do spectacular tonight. i know it. break a leg!” he pumps his fist before returning to his duties.

small as he is, renjun was shouting at the top of his lungs and commanding the stage crew to bust their asses.

you did breathing exercises cause your heart was pumping wildly. suddenly, you feel someone tap your shoulder. you turn around to see donghyuck in his stage costume–a loose blue shirt, tucked in, and black skinny jeans. as always, he took your breath away.

“hi,” his voice was small and soft, “i’m sorry. for yesterday. i didn’t mean it. if anything, i’m the pathetic one.”

“you are,” you say and donghyuck lets out an almost inaudible laugh. “i’m sorry too, hyuck. i was rude, and you’re right, i am pathetic.”

“you aren’t okay? the truth is, i li–”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN YOUR WORK CLOTHES?! WHY AREN’T YOU IN YOUR COSTUME JESUS CHRIST YOU STILL DON’T HAVE MAKEUP?!?!!!!”

renjun was blowing everyone’s ears off

“i’ll do her makeup, geez,” donghyuck grabs your wrist and stomps off to the makeup room.

“DON’T GIVE ME THAT SASSY ATTITUDE LEE DONGHYUCK YOU’RE GONNA GET THESE HANDS”

renjun pls chill

hyuck is such a pro at makeup. like you didn’t even know the step-by-step process but he’s basically nailing your makeup. being a part of the theatre club has its perks.

hyuck was doing your eye makeup and he realizes that he’s super close to your lips, he has to resist the urge to place his on top of yours. he was supposed to do a light makeup on you but since this is theatre, hyuck had to put layers of everything. before he actually does anything he’ll regret, donghyuck sends you off to change into your costume.

a little later, the musical starts. you swear you see your mom sobbing in the front row as soon as the curtains were drawn. the scenes were perfect, as well as your acting. donghyuck’s superb vocals blew the socks off of everyone.

the scenes where you and donghyuck acts as a couple seemed so natural as if you two were really one in real life

you could only wish

donghyuck gazes at your eyes like they contain all the stars in the sky that you had to force yourself to break his gaze so you can continue with yourlines

Act 4, Scene 10: Super Trouper. Wedding Scene. (Last Scene)

hyuck swears on his life that he doesn’t have asthma or any kind of respiratory problem but you rendered the boy breathless as you walked down on one of the theater aisles in a wedding dress

like this may seem farfetched thought but this was what donghyuck imagined on his wedding

back then, his bride-to-be was always a question mark but now, as donghyuck looks at you walking towards him, he might just have an idea

the scene continues on. it was revealed to the audience that sky and sophie called off the wedding, only to be replaced by donna and sam.

the finale song starts to play. donghyuck notices glitter (???) on a banner with huge bold letters: “CONFESS NOW, IDIOT” held up by renjun, jaemin, and jeno. plus the rest of the gang shouting words of encouragement that were drowned by the music.

donghyuck, albeit startled, twirls you around like planned. he gets a dose of courage when you sang your lines:

Tonight the super trouper beams are gonna blind me But I won’t feel blue Like I always do ‘Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you

when he catches you in his arms, your eyes turn into crescent moons enough to make donghyuck’s heartbeat ring in his ears

“i like you,“ donghyuck mouths

you were too busy dancing you miss the words he mouthed. you can’t speak back cause the microphone would catch your voice so you mouth back, "you what?”

“i like you”

“wHA–"

you were cut off by hyuck’s lips pressing onto yours

somewhere in the background, the dreamies were jumping up and down, cheering, "GO GET IT”

the way donghyuck smiles into the kiss like a giddy child receiving ice cream. the way your lips fit like two puzzle pieces together. the way you slowly snake your arms around donghyuck’s neck and softly grabbing a fistful of his dark brown locks. the way hyuck held the small of your back with care as if you were some fragile being. it wasn’t fervent or needy. it was only filled with much love and adoration.

donghyuck places his microphone far away from his lips and say, “i said i like you”

“that’s not part of the script”

hyuck didn’t miss the reddish pink color tinting your cheeks

“it was an impromptu”

“did you think of it beforehand?”

“no, i only felt it”

and with that, you lean in and give donghyuck another well-deserved kiss

after the musical, everyone was like going crazy on taking pictures of you two for being such a cute couple onstage, and now offstage. renjun was highkey bragging about being the best cupid in town to which the dreamies tattled on the whole jaemin flirting with you thing.

the kiss started out as an impromptu. let’s just say, donghyuck included it in the script until the gala night. only on the gala night, he slips a little tongue action.

the dreamies were grossed out but to hell with that

you love donghyuck

and donghyuck loves you

note: stream we go up!!!!! our boys deserve their first and last win as ot7 ;;; i had the urge to combine theatre kid donghyuck x abba cause it’s beyond perfect as a prompt. don’t even deny it. this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time tbvh. i love renjun and his devious plans in this scenario lmao we love supportive friends !!!!!

LET’S TALK ABOUT WE GO UP MV. hyuck in a bandana and mark in a wet black shirt unffff fuck me up markhyucketh!!!!

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studiobeebo · 6 years

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Could I request some headcanons of Tamaki, Mirio, and Bakugou with a girlfriend that has no problem facing down villains and the like, but she sees something like a cockroach or a big cricket and goes ballistic? She clings to them like a frightened koala and begs them to do something about it, all the while in near hysterics. She'll call the boys her hero afterwards, though!

THIS IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE AND TY SO MUCH FOR NOT MAKING THE READER BE AN ALL AROUND WUSS I LOV STRONG GIRLS!!

Tamaki Amajiki

At first, when you scream and scramble into his arms during some training run through, he starts yelling too because he doesn’t know what’s going on but you still s c a r e d him and now you’re yelling and he’s yelling and everyone is just watching you both turn into a jumbled mess of screams and holding onto each other tightly.

Your classmates prooobably could have helped, but they all just kinda went on their way with their own training since Tamaki yelling nervously about something wasn’t all that strange. You doing it was a bit weird, but still, it was none of their business, right?

Eventually, Tamaki calmed himself down enough to ask what happened, though you were still muttering and pointing at the ground frantically. He had to squint a bit because what he saw just looked like an oval brown rock or something, but when he saw it move just a tad, you screamed again (in his ear too, ouch.) and yelled at him repeatedly to get rid of it.

Once he finally understood what you meant, realizing the ‘rock’ was actually a cockroach, he was actually kinda surprised because as long as you two had known each other and been together, he never knew you were so terrified of big bugs.

It took him a while, but he finally coaxed you out of his arms by telling you he didn’t want to accidentally drop you. You eventually complied, and when you saw him gently start nudging the thing with his foot just to get it going, muttering ‘shoo, shoo’ under his breath, you almost passed out because he was so c l o s e to it.

Luckily the little monster got the hint and scuttered away and when it was finally out of site, you let out a sigh of relief before hugging your boyfriend gratefully and repeatedly kissing his cheeks while saying “You’re my hero, Tamaki!!”.

He was amazingly flustered and could barely get out a ‘You’re welcome’ without stuttering, but in his head all he was thinking was ‘thank god for that bug’ because the attention you were giving him definitely made his day.

Mirio Togata

When he heard you scream, he immediately went into defensive mode even if this was just a fake rescue situation, but when he turned to you only to have you jump into his arms nearly crying, he was more than just a little confused. You were a pretty tough girl and in his three years of knowing you he has never seen you this afraid of what must have been a pop up villain dummy.

Despite his confusion, he held your trembling and muttering form in his arms while searching the area only to see..nothing. That was until your scream caught his attention again as you buried your face into his shoulder muttering “Kill it, kill it, KILL IT!!”

He starts panicking because he has literally no idea what you want and he’s frantically spinning in circles looking around trying to find out what scared you so much that you needed him to ‘kill it’.

“I don’t– Babe I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking at!!”

“THAT!!! RIGHT THERE! GET RID OF IT!!” You nearly screamed at his face again while violently pointing to where you last saw that thing.

When he followed your pointer finger down to the ground only to find a centipede seemingly following its back end in circles, he let out a laugh before covering his mouth quickly, not wanting to embarrass you.

“..That?”

“YES THAT! KILL IT MIRIO, I’M SERIOUS!!

He carried you a few feet away before setting you down and you were more than happy to watch him kill the thing from afar, but instead of killing it he picked it up and simply tossed it back into the wooded area before turning to you with a sparkling smile on his face and a thumbs up.

“I got it!”

The idea of him touching that thing was d i s g u s t i n g, so you made him hold his hands out as far away from you as you could before hugging him and giving him a kiss on the cheek while sighing out a relieved “You’re my hero, Mirio.”

Katsuki Bakugou

When you first shouted and clung to him, Katsuki just said “What the fuck!?” and dropped you on your ass, like the gentleman he is. Unfortunately for him, you were quick to scramble back into his arms and hold on more tightly this time, not daring to let go even as he tried to shove you off.

You knew he generally wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, especially around your classmates, but this was less of PDA and more of an SOS and you were not just gonna stand on the ground.

With every shout he got to the face, the more embarrassed and annoyed he got, and he had to yell at you to tell him what the fuck was going on at least ten times before you quickly pointed to the ground before retreating your hand just as fast.

His initial response was to squat down to see what you were looking at, but the second he started to do so, you started yelling more and clawing at his back, so instead he let out a sigh before carrying you off to the side and dropping you again.

When he took a few steps over back to where you had been, crouched down, and immediately burst out laughing, you could have smacked the living shit out of him if it weren’t for him being inches away from that monstrosity.

“Are you fucking joking?”

“I AM NOT JOKING KATSUKI AND IF YOU DON’T GET RID OF THAT DAMN THING IN FIVE SECONDS THEN FOR THE NEXT MONTH WE AREN’T GOING TO FU-”

“OK, fucking hell, woman!” He screamed over you, not really wanting you to literally scream out about your..personal ventures when the rest of your classmates were close by.

All he did was squish the thing under his shoe before scraping it off and walking back over to you with crossed arms.

You stared at his booted foot as if you were waiting for a jumpscare in a horror movie, and after a minute of you glaring at his foot he let out an annoyed sigh before clicking his tongue.

“It’s fucking dead…promise.”

It was like his words flipped the frustrated and terrified switch in your head and you immediately pulled him in for a hug and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. He was about to open his mouth to begin shouting at you, his face already turning a bit pink from the affection, but the feeling of your lips connecting with his own if only for a moment shut him up pretty quickly.

“I thought I was going to die, you’re my hero Katsuki!!”

Your dramatic words made him roll his eyes, but the gracious kiss put a damper on his grumpiness and he let you off with a grumbled warning about not freaking out like that next time.

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starrybambam · 6 years

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Abscond ↠ Kim Namjoon & Kim Seokjin [1]

P a i r i n g ; Namjoon x Reader

G e n r e ; fluff ☼

S u m m a r y ; Being a princess meant marriage. And for you, this meant being married to the one and only Kim Namjoon. Or so everyone thought.

W o r d C o u n t ; 1800+

A / N ; Hii, long time no see. Enjoy this first part to a little series I’ve written. - Snek

Your eyes lingered on the trees outside the window as their leaves danced in the wind. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining and a breeze swept through the air. However, you were stuck inside, with your family. You glanced up as you heard the door open, your father waltzing in dressed head to toe in a fancy suit. His walk had an oddly cheery element to it, something that was uncommon for him.

You watched as your father had entered the dining room. You were sat at the table, with dinner ready on the table, waiting to be eaten. A range of different loaves of bread, fruit and meat were scattered across the long table. And you, you were sat directly in the middle with your parents on either end of the table, a whole world away. You were quiet as you waited for your father to begin eating as it was custom that the men in the household were to eat first. However tonight, your brother was attending to the fellow kingdom with his wife, leaving you and your parents behind.

“Sweetie, your mother and I decided that it was time for us to find you a husband,” Your father spoke up, breaking the silence that drifted throughout the air.

Your heart sunk at the words, trying to gulp down the fear your body was struck with. Your eyes avoided contact with your parents, staying connected to the plate in front of you.

“Do you remember that sweet boy from the Kim empire, Namjoon?” You mother smiled, as you were sure memories of the time the Kim family came to visit yours.

You despised him, he was a rude arrogant little boy who believed that everything he could see was his. But you couldn’t help deny that the boy was smart, he even tried to get you under his spell. He had this bad reputation throughout the kingdom and the man who likes to sleep around. You thought his intentions were disgusting and his games were impotent.

“I think that’s a great idea,” You lied, plastering your face with a bright smile.

Although you disagreed with their choices, you had no say in what was going to happen. And unfortunately for you, that meant marrying the holy lord Kim Namjoon.

“Oh, and Kim’s are visiting tomorrow,”

A soft knock came from your door as it cracked open to reveal the maid’s face. Luck came her way this morning as you were already awake by the time she had to come to wake you for the day. But for you, large bags lay home underneath your eyes as you had not had any sleep that previous night. And as the first crack of light has shone through the curtains, you were up and out of your bed.

“Good morning Miss, Seohee will be ready soon,” She gave you a warm smile as the door creaked shut.

Your room was in arguably the best position within the castle. Towards the back and away from everyone and everything. Your room was tucked away into one of the towers, however, it wasn’t the only room. There was another room hidden away next to yours, but no one used it. You wouldn’t allow them. The only other life that could be found around your tower was the cats that would often wander through the halls.

Seohee was your lady-in-waiting, or really a personal maid. She has the pleasure of helping you get dressed in your dresses in the morning. Fresh from being awoken from your nights' sleep, you despised the mornings. Therefore, you always had taken too grumpy attitude in the morning. But being the sweet lady Seohee was, she has the patience of dealing with your grumpiness. Your eyes drifted to the corset resting on a stool next to your mirror, you hated the thing. It was tight which constricted your breath, not to mention it was hard to walk in. Mixed in with the stupid heels you had to wear, it was all a disaster.

A bright cheery Seohee barged through the door of your room, with a coat hanger that held up your dress for the day. It was a deep red with various gold linings. Although it was pretty, it was big and extra. The worst. Hanging the dress on the door of the wardrobe, Seohee turned to you in dismay. You groaned at her, flopping back onto the comfiness of your bed.

“Come on sweetheart, you need to get out of bed,” she spoke softly as she tried to get you to leave your bed.

You rolled onto your back, facing the ceiling. As the conversation that happened yesterday filled your mind, another load groan left your lips.

“Please don’t make me do it Seohee, he’s an arrogant asshole who can die for all I care,” You rolled your eyes as a surge of energy ran through your body.

You sprang up from the bed, as you instant started to pace around the large room.

“But seriously, he gave me a lecture on this book that he read on how ladies are meant to act when he saw me trip! It wasn’t my fault that I tripped, it was gravity,” You rave on about his actions.

“Let’s get you dressed first, then we can have a conversation about this,” Seohee reassured you, as she motioned towards the dress that she brought in. You sighed as you gave into her, walking to where she stood.

You followed the long hallways of the palace to the dining hall. Smells of different foods filled the air, as you travelled through the rooms. To your dismay, you had to attend lunch with the Kim’s, a rich family who ruled over quite a large empire.

Your eyes lay on the two large doors, the door frame painted a shimmery gold. A butler who you didn’t know the name of wrapped his hands around the large doorknob, pulling them open for you. You gave him a little nod before you entered the room. A large table lay down the middle of the room, fitted with an elegant themed red decorative items. Large candles were lit across the table as they illuminating light throughout the room. Silverware lined the table, one for each person that was attending the dinner. However these spots were filled, your mother and father sat in their respective seats, your little brother sat in his. They were joined by four other people, an older man and women, a boy about your age and a younger girl who looked around your brothers' age. You plastered your face with a fake smile as you took your seat next to your brother and across from the older boy. You couldn't deny he was handsome, however, you had a lingering feeling of hatred for him. He was here to take away the dream you had of finding someone and falling in love with them.

“Hello,” You gave your guests a large toothy grin, putting on a cheery act as your mother had taught you.

You were returned with smiles and a wave of greetings. You glanced to your right where your father sat at the head of the table, a small scowl was hidden behind his equally fake smile. You knew he was mad at you for being late as it gave the guests a bad idea of you. However you shrugged it off, it was the last of your problems right now. You were more concerned about waiting for this night to end.

And thankfully it did, quickly. The night flew by very quickly. Nothing exciting happened, just a lot of fake laughter and talk about the upcoming marriage. Or so they thought, throughout the night you planned your escape. When the lights would go out for the night, you were to make your escape. Taking the small bag with the supplies you would need until you could comfortably support yourself, you would escape through the window. Using your bedsheets you would climb into the bushes below your window, and then run out of the grounds, attempting to dodge the guards.

So when you were allowed back to your room at the end of the night, you set right into action. The first thing you did was change clothes, from the annoyingly puffy dress into a simple white cotton t-shirt and some khaki slacks that you stole from the laundry. You picked one of the handmade leather bags that mother had made for you, along with a collection of others. You stuffed the bag full of your necessities, including clothes and money. Ready for your escape. You placed the bag on the floor, out of the way for now. Your fingers gripped on the sheets on your bed, pulling them off your elegant bed. You twisted the sheets into a rope shape, perfect for climbing. You brought it to your open window, tying it onto the metal bar that helped stabilise the planter boxes. You turned back around, picking up your bag. You slung it onto your back, ready to leave. You glanced back at the planter boxes, really they only got in your way, so you decided to move them. You wrapped your fingers around the corners of the boxes, lifting them out of their holders, placing them against the wall. You moved again, lifting your body on top of the window sill, allowing your legs to dangle off.

A quiet sigh escaped your mouth as your turned your head to take one last glance at your room. You have to admit, being the princess had its perks, and it came with the riches, allowing you to get the best of the best. Such as these big beds and ridiculous dresses. However, it also had its downsides and forced marriage was one of them. And eventually, the downsides weigh out the good. A tear escaped your watery eyes, rolling down your cheek. Although it sucked here, it was still your home. Your home filled with your family and friends, and now you were throwing that all away. But it was worth it, for your happiness.

You took your eyes off your room, looking out into the night sky. It was a clear night, the stars were shining brightly in the dark sky. And it was peaceful, with only the faint sounds of the crickets in the air. That was until a bang radiated through the air. You glanced to your left where you heard the noise, to see a figure jump out of another window in the castle. You gasped as you saw an identical set up to yours. Curious as to who this mysterious figure was, you too made your escape, clinging onto the bed sheet as you made your descent down the wall.

Your feet hit the luscious green grass just as the strangers did. You glanced up at them, taking a step closer to them. They too edged closer to you, until you were merely a foot apart and you could see their face. A frown plastered on your face at the sight, the one and only Kim Namjoon.

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