#if you notice any errors in this don't hesitate to let me know! i always try to keep living versions of all my old essays

[cultivating-saplings]

In honour of 4/13x15 I'm posting (a very slightly edited version of) the paper I wrote on the Unofficial Homestuck Collection for one of my classes last term. The language/tone is a bit more academic than what I would usually put up on here, but it's exam season so... 

Don’t Turn Your Back on the Body:

The Resurrection of Homestuck After the Death of Flash

Digital media is, broadly speaking, very difficult to preserve. The rapid pace of technological development means that obsolescence and decay present a consistent threat to the availability of natively digital works. Most computers produced in 2023 no longer have built in CD drives, and I feel fairly confident in asserting that none are being produced with floppy disk readers outside of hobbyist spaces. Issues with the accessibility of physically stored digital media can be mitigated (at least for now) by the use of external readers, but the preservation of fully digital media, born and hosted in its entirety on the Internet, is a different beast entirely.

This is, in part, an issue of pure volume; no one organization could ever hope to archive the vast amounts of stuff that the Internet is constantly producing, let alone organize it into a resource that could be used effectively. Like Borges’ cartographers who created “a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire,” to fully archive the Internet would be to replicate it in its entirety. Thus scope becomes a central question of fully digital archiving. 

The Internet Archive, which also operates the Wayback Machine, answers that question with a resounding and all-encompassing ‘yes’ — their stated goal is to “provide Universal Access to All Knowledge,” but even this comes with caveats. The organization freely permits members of the public to upload files to the archive and save pages on the Wayback Machine, but the work carried out by its official volunteers is more curated, and prioritizes webpages which have been identified as particularly important.

The Internet Archive is very effective within its own space, yes, but it has its limits. When the piece of work you are trying to archive is composed of not just static text and images, but longform animations and complex browser-based games, where do you put it? What do you do when the software necessary to access these elements of the work has been taken offline? And what happens if the people who were supposed to safeguard it fail to do so?

These were the issues that the fans of Homestuck faced in 2020 as the impending deactivation of Flash loomed on the horizon.

But first, before I properly explain what the Unofficial Homestuck Collection really is and why it is so effective as a digital archive, let me tell you about Homestuck. 

Frustrated with the poorly implemented official preservation of the comic, and with a lot of free time on his hands, one fan began the Unofficial Homestuck Collection as a personal project during lockdown, during the “depths of 2020.” As the project changed hands and more fans became involved over the following years, its true scope came into focus: the Collection would preserve not only Homestuck itself, in its entirety and with its Flash-dependent pages intact, but also as much of its contextual material as possible, thus making it a prime example of the effectiveness of fan-driven digital archiving and preservation. Because the people who created the Collection are long standing fans of Homestuck, they know which pieces of peripheral material will provide the context the comic demands. The Collection preserves Homestuck as a text in a way that would be impossible in an analogue format, creating an archive both of the work and of the experience of reading it in a serialized format.

Andrew Hussie began* Homestuck on April 13th of 2009, and published it serially on mspaintadventures.com, his personal website at the time, until its conclusion on April 13th, 2016. Prior to beginning Homestuck, Hussie had been publishing short webcomics and pieces of fiction for several years on his older website, Team Special Olympics, since 2004, which had gained him a small but very loyal following. This following was centered mostly around the forum attached to the TSO website, which hosted the first of Hussie’s ‘MS Paint Adventures,’ Jailbreak, in September of 2006. Jailbreak was a short comic which Hussie produced as a collaborative writing game on these forums, in the style of early text adventures.

Beginning with the prompt, “You wake up locked in a deserted jail cell, completely alone. There is nothing at all in your cell, useful or otherwise,” Hussie then wrote the rest of the comic according to the first comment posted after every page. This, perhaps predictably, resulted in a barely coherent mess of a story.

Following the conclusion of Jailbreak after a short 134 pages, Hussie would produce two more comics prior to beginning Homestuck: the unfinished Bard Quest (June-July 2007) and Problem Sleuth (March 2008-April 2009), which was his longest work so far at the time of its conclusion. Problem Sleuth in particular represented a substantial increase in production quality and general coherency over Jailbreak, as Hussie gained experience using the MSPA forums as tools for collaborative storytelling, reigning in the meandering narrative by allowing himself to be more selective about which forum responses he followed.

Hussie would continue this more controlled style of forum collaboration throughout the first three Acts of Homestuck, which followed a much more focused story than any of his prior work, thanks to his decision to use reader input only in specific parts of the comic. In the introduction to the print edition of the first Act, Hussie described his own role during the production of these first Acts as “dungeon master, a game engine responding to input, and an improv comic all in one.” During the process of writing Act 4, Hussie stopped taking prompts from readers entirely, and would construct the rest of the comic ostensibly as its sole author.

‘Okay,’ you might now be thinking, ‘you’ve given me the context, but what the hell is Homestuck? And what’s it about?’ Well, to wildly oversimplify a very complex piece of media, Homestuck is a webcomic about four young online friends who play a video game that causes the end of their universe and grants them the power to create a new one as they see fit. It is a story about growing up and realizing you’ve been forever changed by your experiences, a story about leaving behind the life you knew and constructing a new one. It is also a story about time travel and paradoxes, genetics and cloning, a large number of aliens, a possibly larger number of puppets (at least one of which is sentient), and an unfortunate amount of clowns. 

This story slowly unfolds over the course of 8126 pages, 817,929 words, and 166 animated panels, 95 of which contained some degree of interactivity and all of which total over four hours in length. Most of the comic’s pages consist of a main image, usually a short looping gif, accompanied by a text description or dialogue, which is almost always written in the format and style of online chat-logs between characters. As mentioned previously, however, these simpler gif-and-description pages are interspersed with longer videos, animated in Flash and soundtracked by one of Hussie’s several collaborators.

The first of these animated panels was uploaded a few weeks into Homestuck’s publication — an animated opening title-card for the comic, scored ominously with sounds of howling wind and windchimes. This first Flash panel was relatively simple, but the next would introduce a bespoke soundtrack (“Harlequin” by Mark Hadley), and the third would include simple interactivity. These soundtracked animations and interactive segments increased in scope and complexity over the course of the comic’s run; the final animated page in the comic, “[S] Collide,” comes in at nearly twenty minutes in length, and some of the larger interactive segments can take upwards of two hours to fully explore. 

While some of the later interactive pages were developed in an engine based on HTML5, most of Homestuck would be built using Adobe Flash, and would depend on the program for basic functionality. This would prove disastrous for the comic’s long term preservation. Flash was very popular, and had become ubiquitous by the early 2010s, but it had security issues which were easy to exploit, its range was fairly limited in terms of what kinds of animations it could produce, and, as its most fatal flaw, it couldn’t run on mobile. Thus with the expanding use of smartphones and tablets, Flash became less and less practical as a tool for web developers, and Adobe began slowly preparing to kill it. On December 31st, 2020, Adobe sent Flash off to the farm where it could frolic and play in the digital sunshine, leaving many online communities facing a crisis. How do you preserve a text when its foundations have crumbled?

With Homestuck using Flash in such an integral way, the issue of preservation was an important one. After the finale, Hussie would post some short post-credits stories to Snapchat from October 2016 to August 2017, as well as a longer epilogue in April 2019, before stepping away from any formal involvement with the comic in 2020. In 2018, Hussie had given the distribution rights for Homestuck to VIZ Media, which primarily handled the English-language publication of several manga series, and had left the rights to the IP and the freedom to produce new work to former collaborators. Thus it was VIZ who took on the task of officially preserving Homestuck against the death of Flash.

To say their efforts were unsatisfactory would, I think, be paying them too great a compliment. The complex and highly detailed Flash animations were replaced with embedded YouTube links to low-quality screen-captures of the originals. The hours-long walkaround games were not translated at all, replaced with ‘choose your own adventure’ style pages of text and links. The official version of Homestuck as it currently exists fails to capture a lot of what made the comic work, because it removes a lot of the gamified elements of the comic that are so integral to its storytelling.

There are many snapshots of the website from before the walkaround games were taken down on the Wayback Machine, but the Flash emulator that archive.org uses is very inconsistent, frequently becoming stuck on looping loading screens or failing to process assets correctly. While the dubious preservation of the long Flash animations is a real issue on its own, the lack of any attempt to replicate the format of these longform games represents the loss of something essential to the comic. Homestuck is, throughout the whole of its story, intertwined with the visual and cultural language of video games. The loss of the complex interactivity of these panels fundamentally changes how the reader is permitted to engage with them and, by extension, with Homestuck’s narrative as a whole. The official version of Homestuck that exists online is no longer complete. 

This incredibly poor preservation was the impetus behind the creation of the Unofficial Homestuck Collection. In its most basic form, the Collection is simply a preserved and restored version of Homestuck, intact and in high quality, accessible through a downloadable client, rather than online — reducing the Collection down to this basic description does it a disservice. The Unofficial Homestuck Collection includes not just Homestuck, but all of Hussie’s prior work: Jailbreak, Bard Quest, and Problem Sleuth are in there, but so are the full contents of his first website, Team Special Olympics, alongside archived versions of his now-deleted accounts on various social media platforms, and copies of threads from the MSPA forums that he would later reference in the main comic. The Collection also includes material that Hussie released alongside Homestuck, like the in-fiction blog of one of the main characters, various short comics written by guest authors, and a full episode of an in-universe childrens’ cartoon.

These peripheral materials are interesting and provide context for some of the more obscure references throughout Homestuck, but many of them were not produced until well into the comic’s run, and assume an audience that is caught up with the most recent update, making them dangerously full of spoilers for the unaware new reader. This issue is solved by the appropriately named ‘new reader mode.’ One of a variety of useful accessibility tools included in the Collection, the new reader mode tracks which page a user has reached, and implements a universal spoiler cloak over the whole program, hiding all materials that were released after their most recent page’s publication. This tool is what transforms the Unofficial Homestuck Collection from an archive of a text, into an archive of an experience.

De Kosnik argues that fan-driven archiving serves as a way for fans to mediate their own temporal experience of a text, describing websites hosting fanworks as mechanisms which “maintain the possibility of individuals joining fandoms… long after a media text has ceased to air.” While De Kosnik’s focus is on archives of fanworks and their function in ongoing fan spaces, I would argue that this framework, which centers the impact of serialization on the dynamics of fan communities, fits extremely well when applied to the Unofficial Homestuck Collection. Homestuck was published serially over the course of seven years, accompanied by blog posts, side comics, music, and other pieces of peripheral media that were released in tandem with the comic itself.

Updates were highly anticipated events, and fan communities were structured around them — one user on Tumblr found an unlisted part of the MSPA forums where Hussie posted new pages before they were published, and this “MSPA Prophet” became a fixture of the fandom for their ability to predict when the next update would come. The event that was an update (or upd8, after the typing style of a popular character) was a central aspect of the experience of reading Homestuck during its publication, and it is one that is very difficult to recover now that the comic exists as a static, completed work. The Unofficial Homestuck Collection, through its new reader mode, functions as a solution to that absence. It does more than safeguard the reader against unwanted spoilers: it temporarily transforms Homestuck back into an incomplete text. 

Homestuck makes use of the assumed preexisting knowledge of the reader, and their “intuitive familiarity” with various types of digital media and culture, especially ones which are inherently participatory. The story’s use of narrative motifs and referential easter-eggs allows Homestuck to function, in Hussie’s own words, as “both a story and a puzzle,” but that “There [are] a range of ways to interface with it[…] Failing to grasp everything shouldn’t preclude basic enjoyment, nor is it a symptom of failure by either the reader or the story.” In the most frequent example of repeated symbology in Homestuck, Hussie peppers the text with references to the number ‘413,’ simplified from April 13th, the day the comic began.

The story follows four friends who are all thirteen years old, many of the songs on the comic’s soundtrack are exactly four minutes and thirteen seconds long, and the timestamps on chat-logs show that characters frequently begin important conversations at precisely 4:13, to name just a few of the number’s appearances. The combination of puzzle and story in Homestuck extends beyond these kinds of motifs, however, and into the way Hussie employs referential humour.

Some of these references are fairly easy to catch; in Act 4, one of the main characters is gifted the Warhammer of Zillyhoo — a brightly coloured weapon which originally appeared in Problem Sleuth. Others, however, are much more obscure. The older brother of another main character runs a business creating bizarre, semi-ironic puppet pornography. Most of the audience read this as an absurdist joke about the internet’s love for offputting porn; the subset of fans who had been following Hussie for several years, or those who looked into Hussie’s early activity on the MSPA forums, however, would find themselves with new understanding of a long-running joke. This element of the experience of reading Homestuck is something that the Unofficial Homestuck Collection not only preserves, but makes readily accessible to the comic’s readers in a way that would not have been possible during the comic’s publication.

On a purely theoretical basis, I would argue that the Unofficial Homestuck Collection is valuable not just in the context of contemporary fan activity, but as a potentially valuable resource for future research. Homestuck is a foundational piece of the current cultural landscape, its influences permeating both digital and analog media in subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) ways.

Undertale, titan of online culture that it is, was created by Toby Fox, who was the composer behind a large amount of the music in Homestuck and was, during the game’s production, living in Andrew Hussie’s basement. Tamsyn Muir, author of the Locked Tomb tetralogy, began her writing career as a prominent figure in the Homestuck fandom on Tumblr and Archive of Our Own. Although the reach of her original work has thoroughly outgrown her fandom roots, Muir includes sly references to Homestuck in several places in her books. Hell, one of the animators working on Bluey, a cartoon aimed at very young children, included references to Homestuck in the backgrounds of episodes they worked on, as easter-eggs for the benefit of parents in the know. All of this is to say that Homestuck has its hooks deep within the culture of the Internet, and its impacts will, I think, be felt for a long time yet.

The Unofficial Homestuck Collection is certainly not immune to digital decay or link rot, but it is resistant to them, since it is hosted on a large and well established website (GitHub), and, once downloaded, can be accessed without an internet connection, and shared freely. For the hypothetical future researcher, the Collection contains resources to mitigate the frustration of trying to hunt down pieces of contextual or peripheral material by packaging them with the text itself — it functions like a sourcebook. 

Bibliography

Bamboshu, and GiovanH. The Unofficial Homestuck Collection. 2020. https://bambosh.dev/unofficial-homestuck-collection/ 

De Kosnik, Abigail. Rogue Archives: Digital Cultural Memory and Media Fandom. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The MIT Press, 2016. https://doi.org/10.7551/mitpress/10248.001.0001.

Glaser, Tim. “Homestuck as a Game: A Webcomic between Playful Participation, Digital Technostalgia, and Irritating Inventory Systems.” In Comics and Videogames. Edited by Andreas Rauscher, Daniel Stein, and Jan-Noel Thon. 96–112. Routledge, 2021. https://doi.org/10.4324/9781003035466-8.

Hussie, Andrew. Homestuck. MS Paint Adventures, 2009-2016. https://homestuck.com. 

Nakhaie, FS. “Reproduce and Adapt: Homestuck in Print and Digital (Re)Incarnations.” Convergence, 2022. https://doi.org/10.1177/13548565221141961.

Read MS Paint Adventures. “Statistics.” Last modified April 7, 2018. http://readmspa.org/stats/.

Veale, Kevin. “‘Friendship Isn’t an Emotion Fucknuts’: Manipulating Affective Materiality to Shape the Experience of Homestuck’s Story.” Convergence 25, no. 5-6 (2019): 1027–43. https://doi.org/10.1177/1354856517714954. 

#ray speaks #homestuck #413 #the unofficial homestuck collection #andrew hussie #uhhhh #homestuck studies #i fucking guess #if you notice any errors in this don't hesitate to let me know! i always try to keep living versions of all my old essays #so that if something new comes along i can add it for future reference or easier editing if i ever want to get it published #also this is Fucking Long and i will not apologize

[sunshyni]

big boy energy

Jisung × Fem!reader

notes: this is my first text in English, so I'm feeling nervous 😬 English is not my native language, so forgive me for any errors or mistakes like that!! And that's it!! I hope you enjoy it!!

w.c: 0,7k

tw: none

I don't even know if this is good. I write more to see how my English vocabulary is doing, but anyway!!

Good read, sweeties!! ❤️

Your older brother's getting married in a few months, and dance lessons were scheduled for the couple and the godparents to avoid any embarrassment on the big day. Right now, you have no clue who your dance partner will be because your brother keeps saying, “Her right dance partner will show up any minute”.

You're chilling in a chair, adjusting your high heels for dancing, when you hear a noise from the salon door, and your eyes immediately snap in that direction.

— Hey guys, am I late? Sorry, my flight was delayed — Says the guy standing by the door. Jisung looks taller and stronger than the last time you saw him, but he still has that same sparkle in his eyes from when you were kids. Jisung, just two years older than you, used to mess with your braids all the time.

It was tough when he left town to study and work in Korea, his country of origin. You couldn't help but miss him, even though it seemed like he didn't give a damn about leaving you behind.

You kinda resented him for that because you've always had a thing for him, but he either didn't notice or didn't feel the same. I mean, you used to like him, but now that you see him another time, your heart can't help but race.

— Jisungie! You're not tired, are you? — Your brother asks. Jisung, dressed all black, looks even hotter than usual — I've got a mission for you.

— I'm good, let's do it — Jisung says, meeting your gaze with a nostalgic sweetness. You finally stand up, and thankfully, you don't trip and fall flat on your face.

— You'll be dancing with my sister, okay? — Your brother practically pushes Jisung in your direction. Jisung smiles at you, and all you can do is cross your arms and scowl.

— I hate you both — You mutter to Jisung and your brother as he heads back to his fiancée, sticking his tongue out at you in a teasing way. The dance teacher starts the class, and you even have the chance to complain to Jisung. He holds you tighter, causing you some agitation, but all you can focus on is trying to breathe normally while his face is so close to yours.

— Did you miss me, shawty? — He asks, leading the dance with skill, not like the same boy from years ago who learned to salsa from “Shall We Dance?” while you were sighing over the charmer Richard Gere.

— I'm not giving you the answer you want, Andy Park — You say, and Jisung chuckles softly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, but you brush them off, wrapping your arms around his neck like they were made to be there.

— I prefer when you call me Jisungie, babe.

— I preferred it when you didn't leave me alone, babe — You retort, stepping on his feet. Jisung lets out a low groan but still holds you close, dancing like there's no one else in the room.

— I'm sorry for letting you down all this time. I'm an asshole, it's true — Jisung admits, acknowledging all the times you two didn't talk when you really wanted to, even if it was just to argue, something you did a lot as kids — Can we make peace, pretty please? Go back to the way things used to be?

You hesitate for a moment before letting a small smile slip.

— Like the old times, huh?

— But this time, I really wanna kiss you — Jisung whispers in your ear, and your heart feels like it's about to leap out of your chest. You feel his cheek against yours, and if you don't answer him soon, you might just pass out.

— Andy...

— Keep calling me like that, and I'll kiss you right here, not giving a fuck about your brother and my best friend — He says, planting a soft kiss on your cheek, leaving you dizzy with his scent filling the room, making it hard to breathe. You muster up the courage to speak, looking into his eyes.

— When did you get this big boy energy?

— I don't know, but you better enjoy it, cutie.

#sun favs #nct texts #imagine nct #nct u #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct jisung #nct imagines #nct icons #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fluff #nct dream fic #nct dream x you #nct dream x reader #andy park #park jisung #jisung nct #jisung nct dream #nct dream jisung #park jisung fic #park jisung fluff #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #kpop bg

[aira-bu]

༄ anemo boys as shimeji ! 𖧷

☁︎ written as of version 3.3

a/n: i saw some (characters) as shimeji and i got inspired by @midknightwritings so check them out if you want to! (i hope that's ok just dm me if you want anything changed)

sypnosis: shimeji is a type of chrome extension but kinda for your whole computer (i think, it's been some time since i used shimeji) ! if it isn't then just pretend it is lol anyways, anemo boys as shimeji

characters: kazuha, heizou, xiao, venti, wanderer (scaramouche)

disclaimer/warnings: none

☁︎

kazuha

THIS MAN

will absolutely spoil you with work/study tips

he won't give you straight up answers though, he believes that giving you the solution is good enough and that you shouldn't depend on him for answers

but if you're struggling with anything, he won't hesitate to help you

clings to your cursor a lot

and when i say a lot i mean a lot.

but when you need your cursor to do some work then he'll let go (for now) and watch you from either the bottom of your computer or the very top. there is no in between.

he will definitely organise your folders and everything, but he won't touch your latest works or rename anything

loves it when you drag him around the screen with your cursor, do it more!

probably the most sane and respectful to your tabs and apps opened among the rest of the anemo gang and won't meddle with it

whenever there's even just a little suspicious thing on your pc he'll inform you immediately

he'll greet you every time you turn on or shut down your pc

"good morning/afternoon/evening, (your user), how has your day been so far?"

heizou

goodness gracious

mf would clone himself to. the. MAX.

1 heizou is never enough!

he'll let you procrastinate a little if you're tired

but if your near the due date and you still haven't started?

don't even turn on your computer at this point.

the moment you boot up your pc you can find him sitting on top of your minimized empty work tab and crossing his arms at you

anytime you try to open something unrelated to your work he will spam those error messages but with messages like "not yet, finish your work first ;)" or "i'll give your device a virus if you don't finish this >:)" (he won't actually give you a virus)

but when you're actually done with your work or when you have some free time, he will literally hang on your cursor

whether it be him biting your cursor or sitting on it, he will be there

he is your search bar.

you wanna know the whether? he's got it.

you wanna know how babies are made? he'll explain in detail.

you wanna know the average time of how long it'll take for ice to melt inside a microwave at 13°C? he'll find out.

you name it, he's got it.

just expect him demanding a lot of head pats as compensation afterwards

expect him to tease you a lot when you watch any romance.

"if I weren't stuck behind the screen this could be us *wink*"

xiao

he's just

there.

drag him around, hold him down with your cursor, stick him to the sides of your pc, he'll label everything you do as a 'nuisance' and a 'distraction'

but we both know he loves it

he doesn't really interfere with your work at all

just quietly judges you as you make a hella lot of mistakes in your project

he'll correct you though!

will literally jump onto your errors and make a fuss about it

say goodbye to those red squiggly lines when you make a spelling mistake because HE WILL HIGHLIGHT IT IN THE BRIGHTEST RED EVER (only if you somehow fail to notice him making a huge commotion in the middle of your screen)

unlike kazuha, he won't inform you of any viruses

you won't even see them in the first place

with him on your pc, no viruses are safe.

he doesn't tell you though, he likes to keep a low profile and worries that you might panic at the thought if having a virus in your computer

he will mostly definitely judge you at your music taste, movies, anything at all

silently though.

every time you boot up your computer he'll be like

"you humans always waste your time on devices such as this."

but the moment you attempt to shut down your comp he will literally make a 😰 face

venti

mf climbs your screen 24/7

whatever you do, he. is. climbing.

turn on your pc? *climbs.*

open up a game? *climbs.*

on a call? *climbs.*

but when you forcefully drag him down to your taskbar, he just kinda whines and make an "ehe." face

when you're doing something boring like working he'll either attempt to help or just fall asleep

most of the time you can't get anything done with him around

when you're free and have nothing to do though, he'll play hide and seek with you!

in your folders of course.

if you have a lot of files, good luck

when he doesn't get found for a long time though, he'll pop out of the file and look around

if he finds that you're afk he'll throw a tantrum, saying "you don't wanna play with me anymore!" or "you love your coffee more than you love me :("

those are just facades to get your attention though

he knows you love him (i think)

wanderer / scaramouche

it'd be smart of you to not install his shimeji in the first place

he'll rearrange your files, play around with your wallpaper, anything that distracts you

he really just wants your attention on him instead of that filthy google doc

but when you're offline and sleeping, he'll rearrange your folders back for you if you hadn't did so already

he'll revert your pc to its original state before his shenanigans

sometimes he'll rename your folders or works because he is absolutely fuming at the sight of

'actual_final_final_essay_attempt_3_(submit this one).doc'

as your file name.

every time you get a message about a virus he will literally hit the screen

you do online shopping? he'll diss everything you see, pointing out every dislike he has towards that... thing. as he likes to call it

watching movies with him are an absolute pain in the ass

ESPECIALLY romance

he'll openly judge you at anything and everything

just give him a snarky remark or tease him back and just watch him fall into pieces of your control

"hah! your single ass is so down bad to the point you're watching stuff like this?"

"yeah, because the person that i would actually get with is stuck behind a screen."

"w- hey- you're not supposed to- what-.??!"

error message 169

wanderershimeji.exe has stopped responding. close the app?

➪ yes

➪ no

yeah you get the point

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #heizou x y/n #shikanoin heizou x y/n #shikanoin heizou x reader #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #venti x reader #venti x y/n #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x y/n #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #heizou #shikanoin heizou #xiao #venti #scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi

[fordohyon]

THE SECURITY HAS A CRUSH ON YOU?

PT.1

pt. 2!

PAIRING - maknaeline!xikers x fem!reader

TAGS - fluff

WARNING(S) - lmk if theres any, lmk if there are errors as well!!

wc - 2.2k, each member around 300-400

req by - @junghoonateezzanti

a/n - finally 🙌🙌 ive finished it!! sorry it took a while (like really really long), but i am now not procrastinating my reqs and doing them! Very long overdue!!

정훈

JUNGHOON

Since you've been dating, Junghoon has only seen you without makeup or minimal makeup. It's not that he thinks you look ugly, though he's seen you buy some and paid for a few. Your cousin's wedding is in about 3 hours, he knows about the wedding and you've talked about going together. Buzzing from your phone echoes throughout the room confirming that you called him. "Babe...? Isn't it too early?" Evident in his voice that he had just woken up. "Sorry, did I wake you up? Though, are you sure you're gonna come with me? I mean, it's your first time meeting my family and it's during a wedding." Your boyfriend hums as you babble,

"Of course..! We've talked about it, honey. I wouldn't say things I'm not sure of, okay? I'll be there, I'll bring my suit and things too." He voices, affirming you.

Your doorbell rings while you scramble to find your dress, your boyfriend messages, telling you he's at the door. Treading to your door and hearing your boyfriend calling out your name you open it instantly, "Hi honey, you look good." He mumbles whilst you kiss him. "Thank you... You'll be dressing up here?" You question him, making sure what you heard a while ago was right.

"Yes, I brought my suit and everything," Junghoon confirms with a warm smile, holding up the garment bag. "I thought it would be more convenient to get ready here together. Plus, I wanted to spend some extra time with you before we head out."

As you let him into your apartment, you notice a flicker of concern in Junghoon's eyes. Sensing his unease, you gently touch his arm and ask, "Is everything alright, Junghoon? You seem a bit off."

Taking a deep breath, he hesitates before speaking. "Well, I have to admit, I've been feeling a bit... insecure about it lately," he confesses, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Remember the security guard at my workplace who has a crush on you? it made me wonder if I'm not appreciating you enough."

Surprised, you reassure him quickly. "Junghoon, don't worry. I love you, and I'm committed to our relationship. I appreciate your concern, but my heart belongs to you.

Relief washes over Junghoon's face. "Thank you for understanding," he says gratefully. "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. I trust you completely, and our love is strong."

You pull him into a solace embrace, whispering, "Junghoon, you mean the world to me."

A sense of reassurance, you both get ready for the wedding. You take your coat, ready to go.

You both attend the wedding, your family asks about your boyfriend and invites him to dinner. Of course, he says yes.

(might make an imagine/drabble about the dinner with your family cs I've been missing junghoon a whole lot lately)

세은

SEEUN

He was already at your place before you were even thinking about getting ready for your date. "Babe...? Are you going to dress up in front of me?" He asks you, you who completely forgot about having Seeun over and about to take your towel off. "Get out... Please" You mumble meekly. "I'll tell you when I'm done!" you shriek at him, voice slightly shaking. As Seeun stumbled out of the room, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Jealousy surged through him, fueled by the sight of you preparing for your date in a way he hadn’t seen before. His extroverted nature had always made him feel confident, but now he found himself questioning his desirability.

Inside the room, you were left feeling a mix of vulnerability and confusion. The situation escalated beyond what you anticipated, and you desperately wanted to explain yourself to Seeun.

Outside, Seeun's heart sank as he realized the impact of his jealousy on your relationship. He berated himself for allowing his insecurities to overshadow his trust in you,

he gathered his thoughts and knocked gently on the door. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice filled with remorse. "I let my jealousy get the best of me." Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and looked into his eyes.

"I understand that seeing me dress up caught you off guard," you began, your voice filled with empathy. "But please know that you are the one I love and have chosen to be with."

Seeun's eyes softened as your words sank in. Realizing the significance of trust and communicatio. "I love you," he said earnestly. "I don't want my insecurities to come between us."

you both chose to set aside the tension and focus on strengthening your relationship. You promised to communicate openly, sharing your fears and insecurities.

You walked out of the room, leaving behind the misunderstandings and doubts that had momentarily clouded your love. As you went on your date together.

유준

YUJUN

Yujun was known for his contradictory nature—extroverted at heart but held back by shyness. You’ve been dating for several months. Sharing a deep connection, Yujun’s insecurities are about to be put to the test.

You had plans to attend a special event. It was the first time Yujun would see you get dolled up, as you usually preferred an easier look to do. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, his mind wandered to the security guard he had noticed at their previous outings. The guard always seemed to cast longing glances in your direction, and it fueled a growing jealousy within Yujun.

As the minutes ticked by, Yujun’s anticipation mingled with anxiety. When you finally came out of the bedroom, he was struck by you. The sight of your radiant beauty, accentuated by carefully applied makeup, took his breath away. But it also stirred up a storm of conflicting emotions within him.

Amid this internal struggle, the doorbell rang. It was the security guard, who had come to escort them to the event. Yujun’s heart sank. Throughout the evening, Yujun battled his insecurities. As he observed the guards’ charming and confident demeanor, he couldn't help but compare himself to the security guard. Doubts gnawed at him, whispering that he wasn't enough for you, that you deserved someone more outgoing and self-assured.

Sensing Yujun’s unease, you pulled him aside, her eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong, Yunjn?" you asked gently, your voice sufficed with care.

Stumbling to find the right words, Yujun finally mustered the bravery to convey his feelings. "I'm sorry. Seeing you all dolled up tonight... and the way he looks at you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you."

As you reached out to hold his hand, your eyes softened. "Yujun, I understand your concerns, but you mean the world to me. Your shy nature and extroverted heart are what make you so special. I fell in love with the person you are, and nothing can change that."

As Yujun listened to your words, he felt a glimmer of hope. Seeing that his envy was rooted in his insecurities and that you had chosen him for a reason.

As the night progressed, Yujun made an effort to entertain in discussions and showcase his extroverted side. With you by his side.

ฮันเตอร์

HUNTER

Hunter found himself in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions. He had been dating you for quite some time, and your relationship had always been filled with understanding and support. However, tonight was different. It was the first time Hunter had seen you put on makeup, and it ignited a spark of jealousy within him.

As Hunter watched you carefully apply your makeup, he couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. His mind drifted to the security guard, whom you had encountered earlier that day. He exuded confidence and had a character that seemed to draw people in effortlessly. Hunter couldn't shake the feeling that you might be attracted to the guards' charming nature.

When you finally emerged from the bedroom, Hunter's breath caught in his throat. You looked breathtakingly beautiful, your natural features enhanced by the subtle touch of makeup. His heart swelled with pride, but at the same time, a wave of self-doubt washed over him.

As they prepared to leave for the evening, Hunter noticed that the guard would be at the event. A surge of jealousy coursed through Hunter's veins as he observed the guards' friendly banter with you during the walk there.

Sensing Hunter's inner turmoil, you gently took his hand and gazed into his eyes with concern. "Hunter, what's troubling you? You seem distant tonight."

Hunter hesitated for a moment, then finally found the courage to express his feelings. "Seeing you so beautiful tonight and the way the guard interacts with you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you."

Your understanding softened your eyes. You tenderly caressed his face and talked with an earnestness that never wavered. Hunter felt a weight lift off his shoulders as your words sank in. "Hunter, please know that, I love you and there's no one else I'd rather be with. Just be yourself, and that's more than enough for me." As your words sank in, Hunter felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

예찬

YECHAN

Yechan had been dating you for quite some time, and your relationship had always been filled with experience and excitement. However, tonight was different. It was the first time Yechan had seen you put on makeup, and it kindled a storm of clashing emotions within him.

As Yechan watched you carefully lay on your makeup, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. His mind wandered to the security guard they had encountered earlier. He had an undeniable charm, and Yechan couldn't shake off the feeling that the guard had developed a crush on you.

As you finished getting ready, you turned to Yechan with a radiant smile. Your beauty, enriched by the touch of makeup, took Yechan's breath away. But alongside the admiration, jealousy began to eat at him, threatening to overshadow their evening.

As they prepared to attend an event together, Yechan's unease grew when he realized that the guard had been assigned to escort them to the event. The thought of spending the night in the guards’ presence intensified Yechan's jealousy, and self-doubt started to cloud his mind.

Seeing the anguish on Yechan's face, you grabbed his hand and drew him away. "Yechan, is there anything wrong? You seem standoffish."

Yechan paused, not knowing quite how to say what was on his mind. But he understood that their connection depended on honesty. "Seeing you so beautiful tonight and the way he looks at you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you, that I can't compete with his charm and attention."

You cupped Yechan's face gently and your eyes softened. “His charisma may draw attention, but it's your light that shines brighter than anybody else's, Yechan. I like your gregarious demeanor and your capacity to make everyone around you feel special.” You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"But most of all, I admire your kind heart and selfless nature. You make me want to be a better person." Yechan's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he smiled bashfully. "I never knew you felt that way," he murmured. You smiled back, feeling your heart flutter at his sincerity. "Well, now you do."

#xikers #xikers x reader #yu’s writing — 📝 #xikers junghoon #xikers seeun #xikers yujun #xikers hunter #xikers yechan #xikers fluff #xikers drabble #xikers fic #xikers reaction #xikers scenario #xikers imagine

[yanderes-galore]

I thought i would lose the request period, but here i am. So, i have a request for FNAF.

Could you write a scenario for Whitered Freddy and Toy Freddy platonically sharing the reader? Honestly, I can't see their dynamic other than WF being the older manipulative "brother" and TF being the gullible younger "brother" who is easily deceived by the other bear. Of course, they both want to be friends with the reader and they have similar goals, but even though WF is willing to let the newer version spend some time with the night guard, he doesn't hesitate to trick the younger bear to get what he wants.

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Sure! I'd love to write for the bears :) I wanted to do this as a concept as the plot is a bit complicated but I'll try a scenario.

Bounced some ideas with @okchijt but took my own spin on it so let me know if you like it! Not fully edited, their may be spelling errors.

Pals

Yandere! Platonic! Withered Freddy + Yandere! Platonic! Toy Freddy Story

Pairing: Platonic - Sharing/Borderline Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Implied murder, Forced companionship.

Night was easily the best time for the two animatronic bears. The older and more withered one liked to be able to move his joints from the Parts & Service closet. The newer and more plastic one loved to take a break, even though playing with the kids was fun.

The two bears may not get along at times (mostly the older one, the younger one is always cheerful), they have more in common than you'd think. The first thing is quite obvious. They're technically related as parts from the withered bear were used to make the newer toy version.

The other thing they share in common... is a certain interest.

The two see the Night Guard that watches them from the office as a friend... to the point they may even be a bit jealous of each other.

A routine the two do is make their way to the office. They used to be confused due to the mask you wore. Yet over time they knew it was you... so there was no hiding.

You used to be so scared of them. Granted, at times you still are. However... you tried to get used to their continuous presence as they didn't appear to mean any harm.

The two see you as their best buddy and pal! Why would they harm you? If anything they see you as something more akin to a favorite toy and friend.

Toy Freddy appears as playful towards you, like a giddy child. He always asks for games and definitely acts... younger compared to his older counterpart. His behavior seems welcoming... but at the same time you struggle to trust it.

Withered Freddy appears more mature and less playful. He still indulges in games but prefers conversation. He has a more threatening tone and appearance... but promises you no harm.

You two are pals, aren't you?

The two bears tower over you when they visit, hulking behemoths of metal components. Each night is usually the same. A small game to appease the younger bear... and a nice chat to keep the older bear company.

It... seems manageable.

Over time you begin to notice who calls the shots. Withered Freddy, like an older brother, appears to monitor the newer bear. You notice it's like he waits a certain amount of time before taking over.

It's like the two share you between hours.

One hour you're forced to entertain Toy Freddy, allowing him to run through his programming of entertainment for children. The next you're listening to chats and songs by the older bear. The two just want company while they roam... that's what you tell yourself, anyways.

You can rarely leave the office unattended. The two bears often follow you. Be it because they don't trust just one following you or are afraid you'll leave... you aren't sure.

You thought your job would be relatively. Yet now it became to entertain two animatronic entertainers. You were already tired enough as is on the job.

Toy Freddy appears oblivious to the manipulation Withered Freddy does. All the bot cares about is spending time with his best friend. Meanwhile Withered Freddy appears to be more controlling... willing to limit the time of the younger bear just to satiate his own need for affection.

It all seems innocent enough... but something darker is brewing.

Every night the two bears have to see you go. It always upsets the younger bear when 6 AM rolls around. Sure, the children are fun, but you are the best.

Then of course Withered Freddy has to sit in the closet "alone" with the others for the whole day. The bear would much prefer to speak with you. As the nights go by... an idea forms.

Why should you go home everyday?

Both bears think you have a much better time with them. So why not just stay? Withered Freddy was certainly the one to come up with it.

Once the idea seeped into his old processor, the older bear brought it up with Toy Freddy. The younger bear appeared excited... yet nervous. Isn't this wrong? This isn't a part of the rules!

In response, the older bear tries to convince the bear. Making this deal go through is important to him. Secretly... keeping you in the Parts & Service room would give the older bear more time with you away from the younger bear.

It didn't take long for the bear to convince his younger counterpart. The idea of more time with you overrides the need for protocol and rules in the bear. Afterwards it was just a matter of timing.

Poor you just expected to be greeted by the friendly bears again. For the most part, you were. The night was the same as always, something you had gotten used to.

Yet just as you got used to it... things changed.

"Why don't you play games with us every night?" Withered Freddy hums. "I've got the perfect place for you to stay."

It's then you go missing. No one sees you after that. Well... no one except the two bears.

Now every night you get to entertain them both. Like three friends you play at night, endlessly. It's a dream come true for the two.

Their plan was perfect!

No one even thought to check the bloody suit left in the back.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf 2 #yandere withered freddy #yandere toy freddy #platonic yandere

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Kate: "Thank you for accompanying me on my shopping trip, Ellis."

Ellis: "Hm, feel free to call me anytime you need help."

Ellis, illuminated by the setting sun, smiled as he effortlessly carried a large shopping bag.

The street was filled with the aroma of delicious food as the townspeople prepared dinner.

I felt hungry, but at the same time, I felt light on my feet as we headed home.

(Huh?)

Kate: "Ellis, the way home is this way."

I hurriedly called out to him as he veered off to a side street while walking next to me.

Kate: "Is that a shortcut, by any chance?"

Ellis: "Ah, no. I was just lost in thought. Sorry..."

He returned to my side, but his steps were unsteady.

Kate: "A-Are you okay?"

Ellis: "I feel a little feverish."

He mumbled, and his slender body swayed toward me.

Kate: "Ellis!?"

Kate: "I'm sorry. I took you out without realizing you weren't feeling well."

After returning to the castle, Roger checked on Ellis and diagnosed him with a cold. Ellis was now resting in the infirmary bed.

(Why didn't I notice this earlier?)

He always took on my requests without complaint, and I took advantage of that kindness.

Ellis: "I rarely catch a cold, so I didn't notice either. Sorry for worrying you."

Even when he wasn't feeling well, he was still concerned about me.

Kate: "Don't apologize. Just take it easy for now."

Ellis: "Okay."

He nodded slightly and pulled the blanket up to his chest.

Seeing him lying down like that, I couldn't help but feel concerned.

Kate: "Um, if it's okay with you, I can take care of you."

Kate: "I got some lemon jelly from the kitchen! It's a staple for when you have a cold."

Kate: "If you're feeling sweaty, I can help you wipe yourself with a warm towel."

Kate: "And if you need water, ice, or anything else, just let me know!"

Ellis: "........"

I spoke rapidly, and Ellis, on the bed, widened his eyes.

Kate: "Sorry. You're not feeling well, and yet I'm being noisy."

(Of course, I'm worried about him being sick, but I want to repay him for everything he has done for me. I just got too carried away.)

Ellis: "It's okay, you're not noisy. More like lively, maybe?"

Kate: "I'll be careful."

His choice of words, careful not to hurt my feelings, made me feel touched.

(Since he's counting on me to look after him, I've got to be dependable.)

Kate: "First, you need to take your medicine. Would you like something to eat?"

Ellis: "I want to eat the lemon jelly you brought."

Kate: "You have an appetite. That's good. Here you go."

I offered him the jelly with a spoon, but he didn't take it.

Ellis: "I'm feeling a bit weak, so could you feed me?"

Kate: "Sure! Open your mouth."

Ellis: "Mhm."

I gently placed the spoon into his slightly open mouth.

Kate: "How is it?"

Ellis: "It's delicious."

Kate: "Hehe, I'm glad. Let's go for the second bite then, say ahh~"

Ellis: "Aahh~"

Ellis, prompted by me, opened his mouth defenselessly, like a baby bird receiving food from its parent.

He looked so happy and eagerly accepted the spoon without any hesitation.

Before I knew it, he had finished eating the jelly.

Kate: "Is there anything else you'd like? Feel free to ask me anything."

Ellis: "Anything else, huh?"

He let his gaze wander and stopped at the jug I'd brought.

Ellis: "Could you give me some water next?"

Kate: "Sure!"

As I continued to tend to him, a sense of protectiveness welled up within me. After that, I went on to assist him with his request.

Kate: "I've done everything I can to help. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Ellis: "In that case, I want you to sleep next to me."

Kate: "Sleep next to you!?"

(Does that count as part of taking care of him?)

Ellis: "I just thought it'd be warmer if I held you. Is that okay?"

(His pleading look makes it impossible to refuse.)

Kate: "Alright then, excuse me."

I gathered my courage and gently climbed onto the bed.

(I need to leave enough space so he can rest comfortably.)

Ellis: "You'll fall off if you stay at the edge like that."

He gently pulled me closer as I hesitantly lay down.

Kate: "..........."

I pressed my face against his chest, feeling like I was about to stop breathing.

The faint scent of soap and his warmth sent my heart racing.

Ellis: "Just as I thought, you're warm. Thank you, Kate."

Kate: "You're welcome. I'm glad I could be of help."

I replied as best I could while trying to calm my racing heart.

(I'm feeling anxious, but I'm glad I can help him.)

Ellis: "Can we talk for a bit until I can fall asleep?"

Kate: "Of course. What would you like to talk about?"

Ellis: "I have something I want to ask."

Ellis: "Kate, how happy were you to be with me today?"

Kate: "Huh?"

Ellis’s unexpected question caught me off guard.

He always asked people if they were happy, but I never expected him to ask me that today.

(It’s hard to say I’m happy, considering he caught a cold, but this question must have some important meaning for him.)

(I need to think about it and give him a proper answer.)

Kate: “Looking back, I realize that nursing you back to health made me happy.”

(Feeding him, giving him water, and doing everything he asked一w-wait, could it be...)

Kate: “Did you let me take care of you to make me happy?”

Ellis: “That might be one way to look at it.”

(He saw right through my feelings.)

Surprised, I couldn’t help but smile, thinking how typical this was of him.

Kate: “You’re always so kind. I wanted to repay your kindness, but it looks like I owe you even more now.”

Ellis: “It’s not like that. I really appreciated you taking care of me, and it’s true that I wanted to be with you.”

Kate: “In that case, I’m glad.”

Knowing that he said it sincerely, not just to make me happy, made me even happier.

(Can I ever repay him with as much happiness in return, using my own efforts?)

I felt a strong desire to do so, even though I couldn’t think of concrete ways to do it.

(For now, I’ll just focus on what I can do.)

Kate: “Taking care of you made me happy, but I'll be even happier when you get better.”

Ellis: “I see. Then you don't have to worry.”

Ellis: “I’m sure I’ll get better soon since you took care of me.”

#ikemen villains #ikemen villain #ikevil ellis #ellis twilight #ikevil translations #cybird #ikevil

[queenbees21]

||•When their s/o gawks over their muscles•||

Characters : Katsuki Bakugo | Izuku Mydoria | Eijiro Kirishima

Warning | Grammar error | Not proofread

Type - Bullet Points | Fluff

Other platforms - Wattpad | a03

A/n: I didn’t think Izuku’s BP’s was going to be so freaking long!😫 I’m sorry! 😭 I promise I’m working on the Kiri one! It’s just going to take a while but I will upload it, but it won’t be any time soon, thank you for your patience! 🙏

𝐌.𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

• He got really nervous at the way you constantly started at him from afar. He felt your eyes burn holes at the back of his head MANY time now…

• You on the other hand was to busy admiring his toned muscles that you didn't even realize that Mr. Aizawa was trying to get your attention. To get you back to work...

• Although He gave up with a sigh, rolled his eyes going back to work helping the other students train,

• Izuku always flushes when you were near because he now realizes why you'd kept staring at him during training...and he'd blush at the thought of it,

• He never thought in his life, that he'd have a female fall for him over his masculinity... He used to be so scrawny back then, but he guessed those buff guys were your... preference? Perhaps...

▪️ Once he started to get to know you a little better, he realizes you weren't just someone that liked physical appearance... or should I say his,

you were genuinely a kind and thoughtful person that cared about personality more than appearance... which he appreciated,

▪️ But that wasn't going to stop you from admiring as admitting that you liked Deku's built structure.

He mostly stuttered and blushed at your boldness ;) "You know Izuku, you looked so hot in your swimsuit the other day~ I couldn't keep my eyes off you," ah yes, ever bold.

Gosh, how much are you going to tease this poor man, cause I don't think he can take it anymore for he looked like he was about to faint out of.... happiness?

▪️ You both were shopping partners since your teachers said to go in a group of 2 pairs and you luckily were assigned to Izuku.

You were very excited! You got to shop with Izuku and admired him up close but not too close to make him unforgettable like you usually do, and you didn't want him to hate you for it...

▪️ As you both walked around the mall together you started to casually and "accidentally" slowly started to slither your hand up with his arm holding onto him there,

▪️ Izuku shivered in embarrassment and slowly a red hue appeared on his freckle face, he could feel himself slowly feeling dizzy from the heat of his face of the closeness of your body...

You asked if he needed a break from walking, noticing how hot his face was, and was very concerned.

▪️ "Y-y-yEaH I jUsT nEeD a LitTle WATER! Yeah, I need water!! I'm very dehydrated and just need to clench my thirst is all, don't worry about me (Yn)-San!"

He stutters out, the poor boy was so nervous being around you made his heart race and his face flushed,

▪️ You decided to let go of his arm and not tease him any longer for he looked like he was about to faint from nervousness, you calmly asked if you could hold his hand,

"It's So I can guide you. You look like you're about to faint," you say holding out your hand, he shyly took it without hesitation allowing you to guide the way.

He liked the warmth your hand provided, although he was embarrassed by you seeing him like this, but if it means that he can be able to hold your hand then who cares. He'll gladly do it all over again if it ever comes to it.

▪️ Without you noticing, he smiled to himself at the thought, and tightly squeezed your hand, he was a happy and shy guy, but he didn't mind at the moment.

▪️The day went and eventually went everyone started heading back to the dorms, given that it was starting to get late. Izuku and you both parted ways getting ready for bed,

▪️That night, Izuku couldn't stop thinking about you. You were so charming and easygoing, Kind and thoughtful.

Even if you might have gawked over him in he can still see the sincere and genuine happiness of spending time with him,

▪️He rested happily that night, as his stomach unbeknownst to him, felt like there were butterflies everywhere.

-------------------------------------------------------- After Dating 🐝 --------------------------------------------------------

▪️ Oh, it's all over for him now... you literally BITE him... leaving a red mark... you call them love bites.

Poor baby was so straddled and surprised by your actions. He didn't even see it coming. He asked why you did it and you responded with, "I'm sorry Zuzu... they looked so bite-able."

"......" 💀 Well then... good luck to you Izuku you'll need it; it was on his bicep to be exact ^^

▪️ In cuddle sections, you're all over him! You could be laying on top of him with your head on the crook of his neck. Or on your side with your leg dropped over his waist and arms around his neck.

You just love cuddle sections with your man, it somewhat gives you an excuse to get to feel his toned ahem... waist... 👀

He blushed whenever you moved closer to him.. he can practically feel you trying to mold your body to him although he doesn't mind,

He likes being close to you. It helps him feel relaxed and comforted in a way, so keep doing your thang! Reader! ;) now it was your turn to blush (>//^//<)

▪️ He noticed that sometimes when you both kiss. You tend to travel your hand on his bicep... he gets flustered at the small affectionate touch. You do this often, now that you know that Izuku likes it ;)

▪️Although, touching and liking his muscles is not important in a relationship, and you know this. You'd touch his bicep in a comforting way; as well... and honestly he appreciates it. When he's feeling down or just not in a good mood to joke or play around.

You'd sit with him, pulling him close to an embrace, and rub his arms while petting his hair in comfort.

He'd often cry in your neck sometimes, ruining your shirt with tear stains, but you don't mind. That was not important at that moment. It was Izuku and his well-being.

▪️ You once kissed his bruised arm in the infirmary when he had that fight with Shoto at the sports festival.

You scowled him for being reckless and purposely breaking his body.. but you understood why though. You let it slide and almost cried in his arms when you saw the damaged skin in his arms.

It must have been painful to move around and yet, he still wanted to watch, and support his classmates when they fought their next battle.

It was sweet, you lightly rubbed his forearm in comfort and watched as the battle started. Izuku was grateful for your kindness, he held up your hand to his lips and gave it a delicate kiss of gratitude.

⚠️▪️You both were feeling cuddly and deiced to watch a movie together, although; throughout the movie, it was being ignored, and their main focus was on each other.

To be exact, it was on their lips.. full-on make-out ... you both were kissing each other like it was the end of the freaking world 😭 why!!??

Although, you did enjoy being close to Izuku. You got to feel his muscles :> and as for him,

He got to show them off to you. He held you close, Shielding you; arms wrapped around your body and your head being held down by his hand preventing you from squirming around too much.

You just wanted to pull away from the heated moment it made you flustered T^T but he didn't. Although the tables were turned quickly when you had put your hand on his chest circling your finger around as a way to calm him down...

which it did cause, THAT of all things made him flustered?!?!..

You will from here on out, use this method to tease him. 😃

▪️Although One day... out of nowhere, Izuku asked you an overwhelming question that shocked you out of your mind and made you feel very awful and ashamed of yourself...

"Hey (Yn)... is my physical appearance all your dating me for... or do you feel real... romantic feelings for me..?" You were stunned speechless...

Was that the kind of vibe you were giving off?... — Was this a break-up?... — Did he fall out of love?... — Did you do something wrong?... — Was your love a problem...

You were overwhelmed with a great amount of stress and emotions. You didn't want to give off the intention that you only liked and dated Izuku for his appearance.

You thought you were doing a good job showing that you truly loved him... Did you perhaps, over did it with the touching?

Izuku could feel the tension from you and was about to apologize and ask to forget the question until he stopped and saw a single shed of a tear falling down your face...

You must have over thought about it and kept that emotion to yourself until you couldn't hold it anymore...

He pulled you into his arms and wrapped your head on his chest shushing and apologizing to you that he didn't mean to make you cry or overwhelm you...

He didn't mean to cause harm to you, he'd never think of doing such a thing. He rubbed your back and smooth your hair and kisses the top of your head in comfort.

▪️That day, Izuku realized that's how you showed your love and affection. Through actions and physical touches.

So him telling you what he had told you, what he said that day seemed as though he was rejecting your love; and that was the last thing he ever wanted.

He loves your love, If you make him flushed once in a while he still wants your physical affection and he hopes you know that.

He apologized later that day and both made it up with cuddles,

▪️Izuku cuddled you close as you both were enjoying watching a new series on Netflix, laughing and enjoying your time together even jumping a little at jump scares.

It was a chilly session so you got closer to Izuku for more of his body warmth. He noticed this and is not bothered by it.

He pulls you as close to his chest and places butterfly kisses on your neck and shoulders enjoying the little laughers that he got you to do.

▪️It was a cool fall night and you were shivering to the bone! No matter how many pillows and blankets you cover yourself in, you still somehow always seemed to feel the cool breeze on your legs.

You cuddle up closer to Izuku's side, wrapping your arms and legs around him snuggled up letting the warmth absorb you. You could feel Izuku steer in his sleep as he place his arm around your hip pulling you closer to his broad chest and placing your hand on his heart.

You felt the beating of Izuku's heartbeat, lowly stealing itself as you can tell it was beating fats not that long ago... was it you?

You decide not to tease him and drifted off back to sleep. Dreaming about the moment you laid eyes on him.

▪️Walking along the garden of the park where many flowers and beautiful butterflies flutter around, Izuku held you by your waist squishing your hips now and then making you flushed.

He kisses the top of your hair enjoying the flowery scented aroma of your hair. You smiled up at him and nuzzling your face at the crook of his neck, he blushes and gives your side a little playful tickle.

You looked up at him and pucker your lips asking for a kiss. Izuku blushes at the cuteness you display, he nervously leans into it. Closing in the space between you.

Locking lips Izuku inhale nervously, he didn't think he was good at kisses very much. You giggled while kissing him, he was so cute when he got nervous.

You both pulled away, Izuku was a blushing mess. You clammily rubbed his arm and continue your walk in the park enjoying each-others calm presence.

▪️You enjoy drawing on his arms, creating small tattoos. He admires your work and leaves them on for the rest of them day, just to see that smile on your face > w < when you noticed it hasn’t been wiped off.

▪️Sometimes Izuku would feel insecure about his scares in his arms, he thinks it makes him unattractive and ugly, but you beg to differ.

You told him that it only made him look attractive, it shows how much he's endured over the years and he made it.

You kiss his scares in comfort telling him he looks handsome with or without his scares. He felt butterflies in his tummy and he sore he fell more in love for you then ever.

And he made up his mind, he will marry you someday when your older as pro hero's 🥹

▪️Your's and Izuku relationship has only grown throughout the years, your both have happy and healthy relationship and you'd hope it'd stay that way for the years to come,

"I love you Izuku," you say suddenly, looking up at him smiling at him and rubbing your hand on his arm. Izuku looks down at you with adoration in his eyes and leans down to capture your lips,

"I love you to sweet, happy anniversary.” He says as he hid a small little box in the back of his hand. All you had to do was say “Yes” to make him the happiest man alive.

Word-count - 2363

A/n Thanks for reading! Hoped you enjoyed stay safe and Have a Good day and night 💤🫶

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[dyns33]

Spot the difference

It took me a while to finish this Agon x reader story, and it's not as good as I was hoping for, but I hope someone will like it

It had always been possible to differentiate Agon and Unsui Kongo. It was quite rare with identical twins, but even when they were babies, their behavior was so different that their parents knew who they were holding.

Then there was the hair, the style of clothing, the way of speaking. It was completely impossible to confuse them, much to everyone's relief.

No one wanted to talk to Agon thinking it was Unsui, because that meant taking the risk of being scorned, insulted, or even hit.

The only times there had been errors were because of the administration, which mixed up their files by only seeing their last name. It made Agon laugh a little when a teacher told him that he had gotten a bad grade, just as it pained Unsui who believed that he was being rewarded for his hard work.

This kind of thing however happened less and less as they grew up. Shinryuji's high school did not tolerate mistakes.

Then there was the tournament in the United States and the hair accident.

Following this horrible incident, many of the team members thought they saw Unsui in the corridors of the hotel, the moment Agon decided to walk around without his glasses and wig. This was quite normal, since after all they were identical twins, and they saw him from afar, without him opening his mouth.

But it gave the genius a weird ideas. As soon as he returned to Japan, he annoyed his brother until he agreed to participate in his stupid game. A second wig was bought, several clothes, and hell began for everyone who came across them.

Sometimes there seemed to be two Unsuis, sometimes two Agons, sometimes the brothers were not together, but no one could guess which one was here. They could have joined the acting club, because each was very good at imitating the other.

“What do you want, trash ?”

"Oh. Sorry Agon, I thought… I thought you were Unsui."

“But Ikkyu, it’s me.”

"Oh, Unsui, sorry ! You act like your brother so well, I…"

“No, but it’s really me, idiot, what do you want ?”

Even Hiruma got lost sometimes, which didn't please him, while Agon cried with laughter as he made fun of him loud enough for everyone to hear.

There was, however, one exception.

Some might have said that it was probably because she had known them forever, having practically been raised with them since they were neighbors, but Y/N always managed to recognize the brothers.

“Hello Unsui.” she said without the slightest hesitation as she passed by him, who was wearing the wig and glasses, and who had been letting everyone believe that he was Agon for several hours already.

“… Hello Y/N.”

“You’re totally ridiculous.”

"I know. Tell that to my brother."

More than with the others, there came a time when Agon mainly wanted to have Y/N. Even though she was slightly less stupid and annoying than the majority of the trashes, he didn't appreciate it when someone managed to beat him in any field.

He therefore insisted that his twin make an effort to behave exactly like him, while doing his best to sound like Unsui when he met the young girl.

But each time, the result was the same.

“It’s quite scary when you smile like that.”

"I do not see what you're talking about."

"And when you speak like that. I don't understand the purpose of your approach, Agon."

"But how do you always know ?! I was perfect ! All the other trashes were wrong !"

“It’s obvious, though.”

It was absolutely not obvious to anyone. Even Unsui admitted that his twin was horribly good at imitating him.

There really didn't seem to be any noticeable difference between the two brothers when they wanted to, and yet Y/N still knew.

She had been very close to them when they were young. Then as with all the others, Agon had moved away from her, leaving her with ordinary mortals and his twin. It was therefore possible that she mainly recognized the eldest, whom she saw almost every week.

But even when they weren't talking, staying completely still, in the meditation position like their trainer had taught them, Y/N could see the difference.

It became a game with the other players, and even other teams, organizing bets.

"Easy. Agon on the right, Unsui on the left."

"Are you sure ?"

"Completely."

"She's right…" Unsui sighed as he opened his eyes, delighted to be able to remove the fake dreadlocks from his head because he was starting to feel hot.

"You're cheating." Agon growled as he walked away, kicking a trash can. “There is no other explanation, you are cheating !”

While he was probably the one who was least interested in this game, Unsui also ended up wondering how his friend was doing to determine which twin was in front of her.

At first, the skin might have helped a little. With all the UV sessions and products he used, the youngest was slightly tanner than him. But with training and by preparing his little joke, Agon had made sure to find his birth color, the same as his twin.

They had no visible distinguishing marks, such as a mole or a scar. They were the same size. Maybe the muscles. Agon's were more powerful, bigger, but that didn't really show with the clothes they chose.

He dared to ask Y/N directly as they met to study and have coffee.

“I don’t really know how to explain.” she said very sincerely. "It seems obvious to me, that's all. In fact, I especially know when it's Agon to tell you the whole truth. It's… It's a weird feeling. He gives off something and I know everything straight away whether it's him or not."

"You mean he's scary. A lot of people feel that way around him."

"No. It's something else, I couldn't explain it to you."

In addition to this ability that Y/N possessed to differentiate them, Unsui was troubled by Agon's determination to succeed in trapping her.

His refusal to lose was well known, but it wasn't so bad that she was able to recognize them. It didn't matter. So why was he so stubborn ? It was more difficult to dare to ask him the question. His brother didn't like people questioning his actions.

“Ugh ?!”

"I'm just saying we could take a break. There's really no point…"

“We’ll stop when I say we’ll stop.” Agon almost shouted, grabbing his twin's face. "I'm the one who decides, as always."

“I just don’t understand why it bothers you so much that Y/N can recognize us.”

“That doesn’t bother me, Unko chan.”

It was obvious that this annoyed him a lot. Unsui eventually understood that it was mainly because he didn't know how she did it either, and that he simply didn't like to understand. More than beating her, he wanted to know how she did it.

This insistence began to tire Y/N. It might have been obvious that this was why she was wrong as Agon came to greet her with a huge smile.

Her mistake troubled him. For a moment, he even seemed disappointed. Then he regained his superior air, proudly announcing that he had beaten her.

But in his corner Unsui could see the young woman's expression, and he understood that she had done it on purpose, because she showed no sign of surprise while his brother continued to boast.

It was just an innocent ruse to get him to leave her alone.

Unsui could have said nothing. Besides, he didn't say anything. It wasn't his fault that his twin always knew what he was thinking and it was impossible to hide something from him.

All it takes was a smile for Agon to frown and regain his bad mood.

“She did it on purpose, didn’t she ?”

"Leave her alone."

“All she has to do is tell me how she does it !”

It was by chance that Unsui discovered the answer. While his brother had put his wig back on and he wasn't pretending to be someone other than himself, to flirt with two girls.

He noticed Y/N going to take the bus. She didn't see him, but her eyes fell on Agon, and then Unsui understood.

It was very simple at the end. There was a big difference between the two brothers for Y/N. There was only one she was in love with.

Like a super power, she could always know who she was talking to. Love didn't make her blind at all. She knew perfectly well how painful and dangerous the youngest could be. That was probably why she had never tried anything.

Knowing this, Unsui became more interested in Agon's behavior. He had never tried anything with her either, but even if she wasn't as sexy and rich as the girls he dated, it wasn't normal that he never did anything to impress her.

If he had known about her feelings, he would have spoken about them. Agon could be cruel, and he would have used this information to mock her. Either he didn't know, or he didn't want to hurt her.

Since he knew everything, the only way to explain the genius missing out was that he didn't think when it came to Y/N.

And either way, that could only mean one thing.

“You’re angry because you like her.” Unsui declared as his twin dressed like him to test their coach.

"… Eeeeeh ?!"

"If it's any reassurance, she'll never confuse us. I think she sees me more as a big brother."

"You've lost your mind, Unko chan. The wig melted your brain."

"I'm just saying she sees me as a brother, and only me."

Agon stared at him, his face growing serious, as if peering into his mind. Without his glasses, it was true that he looked a lot like Unsui at that moment.

"Just, please don't make fun of her. Leave her alone."

"Shut up."

"Despite everything, we are friends…"

“Unsui, shut up.”

He never called him by his first name. Never. Unsui couldn't tell if this was a good thing or not.

The pranks stopped after that. Agon let his hair grow back and never took off his glasses. Probably so no one could see when he looked at Y/N. But his brother saw him, and Hiruma saw him, but the demon kept the information in his threat notebook for later.

Until one day Agon approached Y/N in front of everyone to order her to come on a date with him.

"… Unsui, that's not funny, Agon won't be happy with you making him say things like that in public." Ikkyu whispered to him nervously.

"It's not Unsui."

"Yeah, leave us, trash. Let's go Y/N ! Now !"

"… All right."

“And you stop smiling stupidly, Unko chan !” Agon yelled at his twin, putting his arm around Y/N's shoulders to take her with him faster.

Hiruma scoffed something in his notebook. What wasn't secret wasn't important. Everyone watched them leave, while Unsui continued to snicker, thinking that in some things, they weren't so different.

#eyeshield 21 #agon kongo #agon kongo x reader #agon kongo fanfiction

[venteas]

i overdosed, should've known your love was a game - genshin fic

ft. childe, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao (x gn!reader)

warnings: angst, grammatical errors

summary: you fell out of love

CHILDE!

was it how this was going to end? you walking away while he stands there, trying not to feel the pain, pretending his mind isn't racing with all the moments the two of you spent together. no, he's not sad, or angry, he'll be fine. find someone else and move on with life - was that not what you told him before you dropped his heart and shattered it? he will be up in no time, days spent with someone new. someone new to talk about with his family - he'll have to explain why they don't see you anymore, of course, but his siblings will soon forget about you as kids do when they see childe with a new significant other. and as for you, well, perhaps some part of you still holds feelings for him, but you were the one who broke it off, right? why would you ever ask to get back together again, when you knew he was with someone new?

KAZUHA!

he loves you too much to not let you go. as a traveller, a wanderer, he too knows the feeling of wanting to constantly be on his feet, moving through cities and nations as he explores different places and people. that is what he sees in your eyes right now - the feeling of wanting to go, to be free from commitment of any sort. kazuha understands he's holding you back, and as much as you cry and try to explain that it's not his fault, it's yours, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt that he's never noticed this before - that you felt trapped with him. after you leave, he decides that he won't forget you, won't stop loving you, but as you promised before the both of you part, he will be there if you ever require his help. travellers help travellers, right? he's certain the two of you will meet again someday; maybe then there may be hope for the two of you...

SCARAMOUCHE!

you expected his face to contort, expected him to get angry at you and blow up. you are scaramouche's first romantic partner after all, and you of all people know just how much control he has over his emotions. instead, his maintains a poker face throughout, dead silent. his gaze is cutting as he looks up at you, arms folded. for someone so short, he did have an intimidating aura about him. there is an awkward pause as the both of you stare at each other - yours filled with regret while his is cold. finally, he lets out a huff. "don't look at me like that," he says with a disgruntled look, shifting so that there is more distance between the two of you. "like what?" he hesitates, eyes flitting to the sides. it is unusual for him to even hesitate before speaking, but this is a habit since he started dating you - to think through his words before speaking, if only to you. you've never noticed it before, but perhaps now that you don't deserve this privilege, you take notice of it. "like you still care." and you won't tell him, or anyone, even after you've travelled far away, but you still hope that one day you will meet him again, in your travels.

XIAO!

xiao can't exactly say that this was not expected. given his role as one of liyue's protectors, and his standoffish and cold demeanour, even his own significant other would one day tire of trying to get him to open up. as you break the news to him, he stands there with the same expression as always. the giveaway as to how he truly feels is his amber eyes, which slowly loses its light as you continue. you notice this of course, and pause midway, but he urges you on. as the words tumble out faster and faster, his mind has to keep up with you in order to process and catch up with whatever you are telling him. it takes a while, really, for him to understand that you want to break up. his face falls - for a split second, you swear you can sadness flash across his eyes, but that soon goes away when he raises his head again. his features are angelic as ever, the moonlight shining on him, and you can still feel the warmth radiating off him. a moment of silence passes by - it's not awkward, or embarrassing. it's a much needed silence, just like a break in between a sentence. you take the time to catch your breath as he accepts what you've just said. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's probably heartbroken, and hurting, but it's all masked behind that pretty face of his. walking away, you wonder if you will ever get to see his true emotions again.

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a/n: wrote this in a rush, sorry if it's not up to your standaard

#genshin impact #genshin impact angst #childe x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #gn reader #childe angst #kazuha angst #scaramouche angst #xiao angst

[riddle-me-im-sirius]

(I hope this isn't too soon to request again, I was just so satisfied with my previous one!)

Can I request dating bruce comfortably for a while but finding out he's Batman and breaking up with him for that reason? That as long as he's Batman he can't maintain a healthy relationship?

(Basically like a prequel kinda to the "happily ever after")

loving him more would the most exquisite form of self destruction

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A Prequel to Happily ever After

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A/n Hi darling, thank you for requesting such a wonderful idea! No need to worry about requesting so soon ill always be happy to take up you guys request♡

Right now i finished it, but it quite badly written since my mind is quite at daze But as always Im sorry for any grammatical error and spelling errors

I hope you enjoy this love!

Don't forget to leave a comment, heart and a reblog if you like the story♡♡

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You had been dating Bruce Wayne for a while now, and everything had been going great. You loved spending time with him, and he made you feel comfortable in a way that no one else had before. But there was one thing that bothered you, and that was his tendency to disappear at odd hours of the night.

You had asked him about it, but he always brushed it off, saying that he had important business to attend to. You didn't want to pry too much, so you let it go. But the nagging feeling at the back of your mind never quite went away.

One night, you decided to surprise Bruce at his mansion. You knew he had been working late at the office, so you thought it would be a nice gesture to bring him some dinner. When you arrived, you were greeted by Alfred, Bruce's butler, who let you in and showed you to the living room.

As you waited for Bruce to arrive, you couldn't help but notice the various gadgets and weapons scattered around the room. You had always known that Bruce was wealthy and had access to high-tech equipment, but this was something else entirely.

When Bruce finally arrived, he was surprised to see you there. He thanked you for the dinner but seemed distracted, as if he had something on his mind. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, so you decided to confront him.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Bruce?" you asked, trying to keep your tone calm.

Bruce hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "I have a secret, something that I've kept from you for a long time. But I think it's time that you know."

He led you to a hidden room in the mansion, filled with even more gadgets and weapons. And then he revealed the truth: he was Batman.

You were stunned. You had never suspected that the man you were dating was actually a superhero. It all made sense now, the disappearing acts, the odd hours, the secrecy.

But as Bruce continued to explain his double life, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. How could you be with someone who put themselves in danger every night? How could you build a future with someone who was constantly risking their life?

"I don't know if I can do this, Bruce," you said, tears starting to form in your eyes. "As long as you're Batman, I don't think we can maintain a healthy relationship. I don't want to worry about you every time you go out on patrol."

Bruce looked at you with a pained expression. "I understand," he said softly. "I never wanted to put you in this position. But I can't give up being Batman, it's who I am."

You both knew what had to be done. You hugged each other tightly, knowing that this was the last time you would see each other.

As you left the mansion, you couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. You had found someone who made you feel comfortable and happy, but it had all been for naught. Bruce was Batman, and you couldn't be with him as long as he continued to put himself in danger.

It was a difficult decision, but you knew it was the right one, because loving him more would the most exquisite form of self destruction

#batman #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #wayne manor #alfred pennyworth #batman x reader #batman x you #batman x y/n #batman angst

[abyssal-ali]

Stars Around My Scars

Part 1

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T

Word Count: ~5.7 k

I don't believe there are any warnings, but if you think I should add one, let me know!

Some things may make more sense if you read my (extended) Author's Note here.

Cardigan AU Masterlist here.

Everyone say thank you to my wonderful betas @sarcasticbambi and @boldlyanxious <3<3<3

Any errors are mine, and please don't hesitate to point them out (but please be nice, I'm really proud of this AU).

Requested by @mochegato from my discord poll. I hope you like it! (I promise the fluff and comfort is coming <3 )

You drew Stars Around my Scars

Marinette rushed from her last class to her locker.

The teeming crowds of students milled around the suddenly full hallways, pulling her closer to her goal. Her boyfriend often left little notes or clues to gifts, and it always brightened her day to find a loving surprise. How he knew her locker code, she didn't know, but brushed it off (she'd certainly acquired dubious skills for stupider reasons than giving her SO a gift).

There was nothing there today, but when she slammed it shut she turned and walked into her boyfriend.

“Hey, Pixie. Ready to go?”

She groaned. “Nooo. I have to work on my Lit essay.”

“I can help; whatever you need.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the quiet library, seemingly empty except for the rows of books and the librarian, Ms. Blue. She nodded familiarly at them and went back to her computer as they disappeared deeper into the library's abyss. Finally, they stopped at a table and Marinette dumped her things on its surface.

“Okay, let's do this.”

About an hour after they began working on their homework, Jason got up to find a book for references. A few minutes later, Marinette noticed he still hadn't returned, so she decided to stretch her legs and go look for him. After scouring several rows, she finally heard a thump behind her. The trail of thumps led her to a corner of the library, where Jason was waiting with a smug grin.

“You did miss me.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes. “I have to keep a very close eye on you when we're in a library or bookstore. I couldn't wait too long or I mayn't have seen you ever again. Like that time I lost you at the B&N.”

“Mayn't?”

She punched his (stupidly solid) arm. “It's an uncommon contraction that should be used more.”

“I'll tell the world to start, then. We should make a prank on Twitter.”

“Oui, good idea! No one will know it's us trolling them, and you can share your bizarre stories and explain your unusual skills.”

“What bizarre stories?” He followed her back to their table, setting up a new Twitter account on his way.

“Um, my ex-girlfriend possessed my other ex, for one. That time you met a civil, agreeable demon, for two...you are a mysterious person, Jason Todd.”

“Thank you, I try to be as cryptid-like as possible. What shall we name our crack account?”

“Um...our names combined make “Janette”; Janette can be the mod. For the handle, how about...Janette@pothamcrack. Yeah. And before you ask, Paris + Gotham equals Potham.”

“Great. Here, our first official tweet. Janette@pothamcrack says: 'Mayn't' is an underused contraction. Use it more, cowards'.”

“Perfect. Can you make everyone we know that's verified follow us so more people are subjected to our crack and insanity?”

•○•○•○•

Jason knocked on Marinette's door. There was a brief flurry of activity, then she opened it enough to stick her head out.

“Heyyy, Jay. You're early!”

“Is that such a bad thing?” he asked, faux-offended.

“No, of course not...come in. I just gotta...”

“Why is there blood on your sweatshirt? Are you hurt?”

Jason carefully circled her, gingerly trailing his hands over her body to check her reactions. When he reached her lower left ribs, she only winced once, very quickly, but he caught her reaction and yanked her Gotham Knights sweatshirt up a couple inches. Her hand grabbed his wrist tightly, preventing him from moving.

“Oh, sorry, Pix. I...should've asked first.” He felt quite remorseful, knowing she hated showing skin, though he didn't know the reason why. But if she was hurt and hiding it, and bleeding...“How badly are you hurt, Pix? Do you need me to take you to the clinic?”

Marinette looked down. “I'm fine, it's just a scratch,” she mumbled quietly. "I was just gonna change, you don't need to worry.”

Now Jason was really concerned. Why was she hiding it? If it really wasn't bad, she'd show him as proof, like that time he thought she chopped her fingers off (in hindsight he may have panicked a bit, but she was his girlfriend and he was terrified of something hurting her) and she immediately showed him the barely-visible nick on her finger.

He gently tilted her chin up to face him and started directly into her blue eyes.

“Marinette, I'm your boyfriend, and I'm worried about you. I understand if you don't want me to see, but can you tell me what happened, at least?”

She dropped her gaze again, though it could only reach his callused hand this time, and inhaled sharply, then winced again.

“I was lightly stabbed from an attempted mugging, but I'm fine! It's just a scratch! I'm sorry for worrying you. I was just gonna get a bandaid; it's not that deep.”

“Stabbed and mugged? Marinette Wendy Dupain-Cheng Stone, why didn't you tell me?!”

She jerked her chin out of his hold and glared at him. “Because I don't need to answer you. I'm an adult and I can take care of myself just fine, thank you. If you don't trust my judgement, then you obviously don't respect me and you can leave me to my first aid.”

“Woah, Pix. I-” Jason stopped and took a deep breath.

“Okay, clearly you have some things we should talk about, but first, you're right. I'm sorry. We can talk about this after you get first aid. I don't have to watch, but I'm staying until we talk this stuff out, Marinette."

Marinette headed to the bathroom where her closest first aid kit was and began unpacking it to search for the things she needed.

The door shut in Jason's face with a decisive click.

He sat across the hall, leaning against the wall and talking to Marinette. She didn't reply, but she didn't chase him out or tell him to shut up, either, so he took it as a win.

Finally, the door opened and Marinette stood in the doorway, just looking at him.

Jason slowly got to his feet and scanned her up and down, just in case she'd bled out in the bathroom and was now a zombie or some other supernatural revenant his brain cursed him with imagining.

She'd left her sweatshirt off and was just in a white tank top, bloodstained on the lower left side (thankfully less blood than his traumatised brain helpfully made him think of), and her jeans. His eyes landed on her arms, which she usually had covered by a sweater or hoodie (usually one of his).

Scars of various sizes and shapes littered her arms and what he could see of her chest. She'd told him that everyone was healed and brought back to life, but he'd thought it was completely healed, not left with scars.

A sudden flash of insight hit him and he blinked, then moved across to hug her gently. “I'm glad you're not seriously hurt. Are you in pain? Do you want me to get a pill?”

“One small slice does not constitute pain, Jason.” She was avoiding his eyes again, he noticed. He much preferred those pretty blues looking at him, not away from him in shame or pain or anger.

“I understand.”

Which hurts more, A or B? Forehand, or backhand?

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I didn't...when you told me about Hawkmoth and Multimouse, you obviously toned it down a lot.”

Marinette realised he had picked her up and they were now in her kitchen, where he perched her on the island and began making her a mug of tea. Oh, she realised. He's not just talking about the mugging.

Her lips quirked up a bit as she watched him move around her kitchen familiarly.

Jason handed her her favourite mug and leaned against the counter beside her.

“Are you okay, besides the 'light stabbing'?”

She glared at him over the rim of her mug, but it lacked heat. “Yeah, it was only an attempted mugging. The dude was following me so I ducked into an alley and when he 'caught' me, I let him get close enough to stab me and then I grabbed his wrist, kneed him, and put him in an armlock. The stab was simply a tactical sacrifice. Then a nice cop drove by as I was zip-tying him, so I let him take the guy into the station. His name was, um, Dick Grayson, I think? He had similar features to you...anyways, yeah, I'm fine, you worrywart. I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, I just...I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry. You were just worried but it reminded me of some situations in Paris and I reacted disproportionately.”

“I forgive you, Pixie. Can you tell me what part of what I did and said reminded you, so I can work on that?”

“The...well, it wasn't really anything. I'm just always on guard because I had to fight for people to trust me so much, and my ex-partner was...always crossing lines and I was always explaining things I shouldn't have had to. You were just asking out of worry, but I immediately jumped to you trying to back me into a corner. It's not something you have to work on,” she snorted bitterly.

As she spoke, Jason picked up her free hand and began running his fingers over her arm soothingly. Marinette suddenly realised what he was doing and focused on the shapes. He was slowly tracing stars around every single mark and scar on her arms. Eventually, he reached her shoulder and left his arm comfortingly across them. She snuggled a little closer and they drank their tea in cosy silence.

○○○○○○○

To Kiss in Cars and Downtown Bars

Jason flipped through the security feeds from his office in the Iceberg Lounge. A familiar face at the back of the line to get in caught his eye. Why...

He changed out of his Red Hood gear into his usual outfit of jeans, a T-shirt, and his leather jacket (different from his RH jacket), then snuck out the door.

•○•○•○•

Marinette jumped as a large, warm hand was put over her mouth. She hadn't heard anyone coming, but they were awfully brave to attempt...whatever...in full view of the bouncers a few metres ahead. She made eye contact with one but he completely ignored her!

Now Marinette was more annoyed at the bouncer's incompetence than the person behind her!

“It's me.”

She whirled around. “Jay? What're you doing here?”

He plucked her ID from her hands (thanks to Fluff and Trixx, she had a passably legal ID) and examined it.

“Not bad. C'mon.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the Lounge. A passcode later, they were in the dark hallway leading from the club's fire exit.

“Here.” He handed her a metal bracelet. “It tells people to back off, you're under the owner's protection. You also won't have to pay.” He pointed to his matching bracelet. “Maybe you'll tell me why you're trying to enter a club?”

She strolled over to the bar, him following closely as usual.

“I'm legal in Paris. Apparently, I have the worst luck. My old class is coming on an exchange in a couple months so they can tour some American universities and experience the American high school system. The problem is, they all think I'm dead - a strawberry daiquiri, please.”

“Mood. Can't you...avoid them? Hack the system and become part of the class going to Paris?”

She chugged half her drink, impressing him, and shook her head.

“Most people in Paris think I'm dead. Paris is bad for me...all the memories...and I was asked to be a translator if there are any issues and because I'm a helpful person who still hasn't learned to say no, I said yes! Although, I didn't know it was my class until the details were sent after I already agreed.”

“Oh...that is a problem. I'm also fluent in French, could I replace you or at least help you?”

“I'll talk to Mr. Patel, he's organising it, but that should be okay. We can continue Janette's crack—they're so idiotic sometimes, and yet they can be so brilliant others, I really don't understand it.”

“I can't wait to meet them. And um, maybe don't chug your drink without eating something?”

“Right. Want to dance?” She held out her hand. He took it and kissed the back, spinning her away from the counter.

“Sure.”

After a couple dances and a close call with a tipsy patron, they headed to a quiet corner, where Marinette dissected outfits and rated style with Jason, who knew a surprising amount about fashion. She supposed he'd heard more than one of her rants/lectures and picked stuff up.

Around midnight, Jason's phone buzzed and he sighed.

“Hey, Pix, I gotta go. Can I bring you home first?”

“Sure. Did you bring your bike?” She followed him outside, her hand still in his.

“Nah, I borrowed a friend's car because I had to transport stuff earlier.”

He led her to a sleek black car and opened the door for her. When he crossed the hood to get to his side, she leaned over and opened the driver's door for him and smiled sweetly.

The drive to Jagged's penthouse, where she was currently living until her parents finalised closing the bakery in Paris and joining her in Gotham, was quiet, broken by her soft humming of random song snippets.

“Thanks for the fun evening, Jay. I was so bummed about them coming, but you cheered me up.”

Marinette leaned over and kissed Jason's cheek before she got out of the car, but he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her back for a longer, proper kiss.

“Night, Pix. Have sweet dreams, maybe of me?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled and waved him off noncommittally. His ego would be too big if she told him she often dreamed of him.

•○•○•○•

Marinette sighed at Tikki and Wayzz for the fourth time.

“I know I should, I just don't want to. Why can't I live in denial a little longer? He treats me like a princess.”

“Marinette, this is the third time in three weeks that he left your date early with no explanation. This won't be healthier for you in the long run if you keep denying it,” the ladybug kwami advised.

“I'm just tired, Tikki. Aside from the dates and being even more selective about what he tells me about his family and life than I am, it's great! I didn't want a busy, dramatic year. Can I seriously not just leave it a little longer?”

“Guardian, there is a difference between being patient and understanding, and letting everything slide because you don't want to confront someone. There is a possibility he just doesn't know how or when to bring some of these things up, so just try talking to him,” said Wayzz. “If that does not resolve anything, then you can consider what to do after that.”

“And as for the 'no drama' you want, ignoring all of this is only adding to it,” Tikki interjected.

Marinette huffed a breath of hot air and crossed her arms petulantly, knowing the kwami were right. “Fine. I'll ask him to meet me later.”

○○○○○○○

Peter Losing Wendy

“I think we should break up.” She looked him in the eye as she stabbed him in the heart with those dreaded words.

“Why?”

He knew it was for the best, it would keep her safer, but he'd hoped...if she wanted it, he would let her go, taking his heart with him, as he ignored the urge to hold her and never release her.

“You can't explain those weird texts and calls and disappearances, and you've been late or left early with such plausible excuses...I can't...it looks like Adrien 2.0. And believe me, I don't want to think that, but ...call it PTSD or whatever, you're so hot and cold. You keep me at arms' length for so many things, and then you turn around and you're the warmest, most perfect boyfriend I could want. You've got this way of telling me everything, but it's nothing at all...all an illusion. I just, I can't do this again. It's not fair to either of us. Gotham has been better to me than Paris, and I'm going to fight with everything this time."

...And now she was taking his shattered heart with her.

“I asked you to come so we could talk about it, try and figure this out, but you cancelled last-minute, again, Jason. Once or twice I understood, but now it just feels like you're avoiding me, or at least avoiding opening up to me. I'm just...done. I can't ignore all of this anymore, and I'm tired.”

He couldn't do this to her. He'd seen how scarred she was after Multimouse. Now, as an ordinary civilian with loads of PTSD, he wouldn't risk hurting her anymore, repeating Parisian mistakes.

He swallowed. “I'm sorry, P-Marinette.” He turned to leave, blinking rapidly. “If you're in trouble, call me. I'll still come.”

As he turned to shut the door his eyes met hers.

Both pairs were overflowing.

“Goodbye, and good luck.”

The door closing behind him sounded like a sentencing being put into effect.

•○•○•○•

She didn't go to school for two days, choosing to curl into a ball and cry instead.

When she'd first enrolled as Marinette Stone - courtesy of Jagged and Penny helping her set up a new life in his hometown - everyone had been trying to get to know the other new transfer student, Jason.

She'd snubbed him, wanting her final school year to be drama free, and he'd laughed.

Thus began an academic rivalry, and everyone thought they were sworn enemies from the cold way she'd greet him in the halls. For his part, he was warmer to her than anyone else, which confused her, but she wrote him off as a masochist.

But thanks to meddling from Mrs. Perez, who paired them up on a very important assignment, they became sworn besties instead, which led to dating. They kept it quiet, finding that trolling the entire school was hilarious to them, as well as the disappointed look in Mrs. Perez's eyes when at the end of the assignment, they were still rivals and not in love (yes, Mrs. Perez was the biggest Marison shipper).

Jason picked up one of her design scribbles and looked at the hand-lettering she'd done when she was bored in class.

“Your name is Marinette Wendy Dupain-Cheng?”

“Yeah, so?”

“We're Peter and Wendy! My full name is Jason Peter Todd.”

“Didn't they end up not together?”

“... Right. Well… You're petite, so you can be Tinker Bell then.”

She hoped her face conveyed her scepticism. “Tinker Bell? A pixie?”

He ignored her and exclaimed, “Pixie it is!” happy to finally have a nickname she didn't hate or have bad connotations with.

Marinette cried even harder at the memory. They hadn't ended up together, after all.

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I Knew You (Marked Me Like A Bloodstain)

The tell-tale swish of a grappling hook being deployed caught Jason's attention from where he sat on the roof's vent, swinging his legs as he surveyed his empire's capital, Crime Alley. He rolled backwards off the vent and faced the Dark Knight, tensing for an altercation, whether verbal or physical.

“What do you want, B,” he snapped, annoyed his depression session had been interrupted by the partial cause of the entire mess he was moping about right now.

Batman didn't move, signifying he wanted to talk right now, not fight.

“You haven't been around in either capacity lately, and you didn't respond when Nightwing texted you earlier, either. I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay.”

Angrily, Red Hood turned on Batman with a growl. “As you can see, I'm out, so I'm perfectly healthy. You don't need to check in on your wayward soldier personally. You only care that I'm fine so that you know if you can call me to help on missions and I'll come running back like a dog when you whistle. Just because I'm working with you more doesn't mean I'm one of your little clones who only exists to be useful to you; I have my own life and I don't have to answer to you about any of it.”

“Hood, where is this coming from?” Batman truly sounded bewildered. “I was only checking on you because I care about you. I care about your health and functioning because I care about you.”

“Well maybe you care too much, B. You're constantly calling me out on missions and that's about the only time you contact me, unless Agent A requests it. If you actually care about me as a person, if not your son, you'd ask to see me outside of the mask, but you haven't, which leads me to my previous conclusions. I'm taking a break from all of your messes. If you need my help, don't contact me, and clean it up yourself. I'll be back when I'm back—if I'm back. And don't snoop!”

Hood jumped off the roof and landed on a fire escape, using parkour moves to slide down railings, and assassin-training to evade Batman's close tail. Eventually, Batman gave up and Hood moved out of the shadows to mope back in his Bat-proof apartment.

•○•○•○•

Chasing Shadows (in Grocery Lines)

Red Hood angrily yanked the knots tight on the goons' restraints. He knew the Untitled were in Gotham, but why? Besides the obvious (to kill him), of course.

A flash of movement caught his eye, and he followed it carefully. He snuck up behind the faux-Catwoman and hissed, “Who are you and why are you here?”

“...Catwoman, of course. You know cats, curiosity kills us.”

Convincing.

She acted similarly to Selina, but she was... off. Wrong inflection, similar mannerisms but they were too forced, the suit wasn't pure black like Selina's (it was black with grey accents), no purr...

“No, you're not. Catwoman and I have a bi-monthly feline petting session where we complain about Batman, so I've spent enough time with the Sirens to know you're just… Uncanny Valley Catwoman.” He waved his hand at faux-Catwoman's entire existence.

She hissed and her ears and tail twitched.

Were...they real?

“Look, I don't want to fight you, but you're making it hard. Don't insult 'short' people. It's not our fault you're trees.”

“I'll stop saying things like that when you stop looking at me as if you want to climb me like one,” he retorted.*

Wait, faux-Catwoman, Bat-adjacent, flirting on a roof… NO! I'm not becoming Bruce!!

“I'm here because I think some of my trainer's enemies are after me,” faux-Catwoman blurted in an attempt to change the subject.

Ha, he could still see her cheeks and neck warming.

“Who?”

“They're a creepy old magic group called the Untitled. Ironic, I know. I don't know much about them besides the fact that they're incredibly evil, and they want my Miraculous.”

“Are you All-Caste too?” He didn't think they had anyone left besides himself, but if they were travelling while the Untitled attacked, maybe someone escaped...

“What?”

“Nevermind. I didn't know the Untitled had more enemies than my sect. I'm the last member; the Untitled wiped the rest of us out. I can tell you more about the Untitled once I finish my patrol, in 20-ish minutes?”

Faux-Catwoman nodded. “The gargoyle across from Drake Industries work for you?”

“Sure. What should I call you, by the way?”

“Onyx. Ciao!”

Twenty-three minutes later, Red Hood grappled up to his gargoyle, finding Onyx sitting beside it, casually swinging her feet as if she wasn't 40 stories up and untethered.

“So, you like Freddy too?”

“Freddy?”

“My thinking gargoyle. You're new in town.”

Onyx sighed heavily. “No, you're just the first person to notice I'm not Catwoman.”

Jason sensed she needed to talk more so he employed his most effective interrogation technique, silence, and she began talking a moment later.

“This is Paris all over again. Do you know about what happened in Paris?”

Jason nodded and pulled out a granola bar from his pocket, unwrapped it, and began eating as she continued.

“I was Ladybug. When I became Guardian of the Miraculous, I revoked my black cat's ring. He'd been corrupted since he wasn't a true black cat, and also from living in a house with the corrupted butterfly and broken peacock Miraculous. His dad was Hawkmoth, though he didn't know that, and he was my boyfriend as a civilian. Turns out he was cheating on me with my bully per his father's and my bully's manipulation.

“I used the Miraculous of Multiplication to become Bugmouse and Catmouse, and when I got the Miraculous from Hawkmoth, I put them away.

"My uncle helped me move here to start afresh… in Paris, everywhere I went, there were memories… And most weren't happy. When I came here, life was great… I didn't think I wanted another boyfriend but I did get one… And now I've broken up with him. He was perfect, and I was waiting for the imperfections, but... It turned into Paris II: Electric Boogaloo. He would disappear randomly, and it seemed like he was waiting till I was busy so I wouldn't notice. I followed him once because he'd left something behind, but it was like he knew I was tailing him and he lost me. He never introduced me to his family — he said they were semi-estranged, but I can't help wondering...

"So I grabbed a Miraculous and became Onyx; beating up bad guys is better than therapy, y'know? I just didn't expect to be traced by the Miraculous's signature by the Untitled.

“And now Gotham is becoming Paris,” she finished with a heavy sigh. “At least to me.”

After another silence, she gasped quietly. “I'm sorry for monologuing on you, you just felt… like a comrade, maybe? You give off safe vibes, anyways.”

The more she talked, the more she solidified his suspicion that Onyx was Marinette.

“I'm sorry you had to go through that, Onyx.” He didn't want to say anything else, partially out of guilt, and partially to stop himself from explaining everything and throwing himself on her mercy and begging her to take him back.

“So, the Untitled?” Onyx cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, turning to see his (masked) face a bit better.

“Right. The Untitled are millennia-old evil sibling magicians who got their power from a well of evil. There are only eight members of the Untitled, but they are very old and powerful. They were enemies with the group who trained me, the All-Caste, and killed them all. They can't be killed by normal means, but I have the All-Blades, which can defeat them. Do you have anything that can harm them, do you know?” Hood asked.

“I suspect the ‘Cataclysm’ power and perhaps ‘Clout’ or ‘Uproar’, and though I'd prefer not to test it in battle and find I'm wrong, I don't know how else to confirm my hypothesis.”

“Then how about you stay in the background while I take on the Untitled with the All-Blades, and when there's an opening you try your hypothesis?”

“I can do that. When are we going?” He asked her.

“Sooner rather than later, I think. When can you-”

“Okay, give me ten minutes,” Onyx interrupted. “I'll get my Miraculous and meet you at the warehouse at the edge of Gotham, in the westernmost part of the Tricorner Yards. You can lure the Untitled there or something, right?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Ten minutes average or ten minutes on the dot?”

“On the dot. I have a very precise Miraculous.”

“...okay. See you in 10, Onyx.”

•○•○•○•

Ten minutes later, Onyx appeared in the shadows of the warehouse, where Jason was already in the middle of two Untitled, his glowing swords flickering in the dark and giving off an eerie vibe. The chill and sense of evil permeating the air didn't help, either.

Onyx's suit was now pure black, with thin stripes of red, magenta, and brown scattered around her suit.

“Cataclysm,” Onyx whispered and threw the ball of destruction at the Untitled on Jason's rear.

The Untitled were now alerted to her presence and she moved swiftly from shadow to shadow. One began to approach her, and she instinctively activated the tiger's power, ‘Clout’. The immense power from the magical punch knocked the being out, and Onyx turned her attention to the two Untitled who took the place of the previous duo already taken care of by Red Hood's swords.

“Uproar!” she cried, hoping the power-disrupting ability would work on the beings as she tossed the circlet like a frisbee at them. Onyx breathed deeply in relief when she realised her powers did work on the Untitled and turned to face the remaining two, back to back with Hood.

They attacked at the same time, swirling black shadows with surprising speed, but Onyx had prepared a second Cataclysm and yelled “Jump!” at Hood as the Untitled reached them.

The Untitled almost crashed into each other and tried to stop themselves before they could collide. It was too late, however. Onyx and Hood jumped to the first level above them (superpowers handily granting them extra height), and watched as the same cataclysm turned both ghouls into nothing.

Hood exhaled jaggedly and turned to her. “You have some nice moves and those were some sick abilities!”

She grinned, a little winded from using three Miraculous at once, and replied, “You weren't too bad yourself! Those swords sure are handy.”

“Yeah… Thank you for your help, Onyx. I couldn't have taken them all down at once without you.”

She waved it off and swung down to the floor again. “It was my pleasure, I assure you. I'm thrilled one less group of weird power-hungry monsters is after my head.”

“If you want to team up for a night of regular vigilantism, that'd be cool. Or are you leaving, now that you're safe again?”

“No, I'm here for another unforeseen amount of time,” she sighed, civilian life distracting her.

Hood didn't want to have her dwelling on their breakup quite yet so he decided to distract her. “Hey, how'd you learn that flippy move you did back there? It was really cool.”

Onyx cheered up a little. “Really? Thanks. My uncle taught me, actually... I'd taken gymnastics for a couple years so I had a good base and then he built off that. I have a similar build to his daughter, so he taught both of us. I think you'd get along great… He does prefer a sword, but he's still pretty handy with a gun.”

“Oh, maybe I've heard of him?”

“Uh...Slade Wilson?” Onyx asked hesitantly.

Deathstroke was Onyx's uncle?!

“Your uncle is Deathstroke?!” he blurted.

Onyx chuckled guiltily. “Heh. Not by blood, my nonna just has a ton of connections with really strange people, and she introduced us a few years ago. He kinda adopted me, so I just call him uncle. Y'know, we only see each other a couple times a year. He likes to surprise me when he visits and keeps my skills sharp, so he usually makes sneak attacks. I've got a good eye for attempted assassinations thanks to it!” she said cheerily, rambling in her nervousness but somehow concerning him more.

Hood was a little more scared of Onyx after he learned that information.

Yeah, Talia al Ghul had adopted him, but she was less likely to come after Marinette just because she was dating her son. Also, he knew her.

Slade was protective of his children, even if he did nothing else as their father, and he was unpredictable.

Hood shivered and headed home chilled, looking over his shoulder a couple more times than he usually did.

•○•○•○•

Jason wandered aimlessly down the aisles, collecting items he remembered he needed and tossing them in his basket. Bread, yeast for when he was feeling less sad and went back to making his own, milk, oats, soap, bandages and ointment, coffee, chicken, ice cream.

He headed to the only checkout lane open and put his purchases on the conveyor belt. The bored and tired-looking young adult started soullessly scanning them while Jason rolled his eyes at a gossip rag loudly proclaiming Wayne family "news" on its cover.

He reached for his wallet and spun back to face the shadows. Slim, black hair, shadowy…Marinette?

He looked closer and grimaced at Cass.

“What are you doing here?” he signed, annoyance clear in his body language.

“Saw you going by and you looked sad, so I followed you. No one else knows,” she replied.

He frowned harder. “I’m fine. Just tired. And I told B not to contact me. I’ll talk to whomever of you I want when I want to, and I don’t want to talk to any of you right now,” he signed emphatically. “Thanks for checking on me, but I don’t need it.”

He turned back to the slightly bewildered-looking cashier, who had only seen him making gestures at the shadows, and rolled his eyes harder. Stupid Bats, always making him look foolish.

He grimace-smiled politely and handed over the cash, grabbing his bags and leaving immediately, feeling even more foolish for thinking Cass had been Marinette.

Marinette wouldn’t be near him willingly for a while. Clearly he needed to do something about that.

He’d been feeling more foolish in the past couple days than in the past couple years combined.

Marinette had told him she was a temp hero, Multimouse, and stayed in contact with her friends, who had been temporary and official heroes. She clearly still cared about them and knew they were heroes, yet didn’t act any differently. He could’ve told her his secrets, she would’ve understood and kept them, but he didn’t want to hurt her with them.

Well, if she was still friends with official heroes, she’d obviously weighed the risks and decided it didn’t matter. He should have let her choose in their relationship, too.

Marinette had good judgement (the only strike he had against that evidence was her agreeing to date him in the first place, but then again he’d always been a good actor out of necessity) and he trusted it, although he hadn’t really shown that.

Tired of waffling between should he talk to her/should he leave her in peace and never show his face in front of her again, he finally decided.

○○○○○○○

THE END of Part One

Thank you for reading!

*this sentence is all thanks to @nitwitjustice, who gave permission for me to use his quip in my fic :)

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WKM Fanfic - The Most Dangerous Game

A/N: I wanted to use some time period appropriate slang, but I'm simply not a skilled enough writer to write the word "zozzled" and then maintain a serious tone. Also, I don't know how guns work, so let me know if there are any egregious errors.

Everything is going perfectly.

I had back up plans on back up plans, but none of that will be necessary. Everyone is too drunk to remember their own names. I expected more hesitation, at least from Damien and William. The last time we interacted was a huge fight, after all. I wouldn't trust any drinks they offered me. 

The pretense of playing a poker game has long since ended. It's easy to pull William aside.

"Hello, old friend. Will you come with me to the wine cellar? We need to get more wine."

He hums in acknowledgement, but with his state it's likely he didn't understand a word I said. That might be a problem. He needs to be at least a little coherent for this to work.

I have to practically drag him to the wine cellar, but no one pays us any mind. All according to plan.

All of my patience, all of my hard work, all of my sacrifice. It's finally going to pay off. Everything I've ever wanted will be mine. 

He begins to inspect the bottles of wine along the wall, before pulling one off. 

"What about this one?" He slurs.

He did understand me. Or he's figured out that the most likely reason we're in a wine cellar is to get more wine. Either way, he seems to be walking the line between "drunk enough to go along with this whole thing" and "coherent enough to go along with this whole thing" very well. I shouldn't have worried. This is my plan, after all, and I spent years perfecting it.

I pull his gun from his waistband and empty it. He doesn't notice. Only William would bring a loaded gun to a party. I saw him playing with it earlier, too. Idiot.

"William, I didn't bring you here to get wine." I say, getting his attention. I wait until his eyes widen at seeing the gun, and then I aim at his head and pull the trigger.

He drops the wine bottle he was holding in surprise. "Why the hell'd you do that!" He tries to take the gun, but I easily sidestep.

This next part is the most important, but I have every faith I can pull it off.

"Hey, relax. It's just a game." I make my voice sound as soothing as possible. All that I need now is my acting skills. I've practically already won. 

"There's so much bad blood between us. I figure, if we both take a shot, and we both survive, we can put it all behind us. What do you say?"

As I speak, I reload the gun. It's not a particularly subtle maneuver, but he doesn't glance down at my hands even once. He looks extremely confused. I simplify.

"Take the gun and shoot me. If I survive, everything will be okay again."

I hold out the gun to him, and he takes it. He only hesitates for a moment. 

Really it's impressive. He's so drunk that he would go along with this plan, but he still has perfect aim. I had worried before, about the possibility that he would shoot me non-lethally, but clearly it was nothing to be concerned about.

Dying always hurts, but this time it's also incredibly satisfying. Everything is going perfectly. My perfect, flawless plan. It's all falling into place. Soon, William will feel all the pain he brought upon me when he stole away Celine. All it will take now is for the detective to figure out the obvious, and William's life will be ruined. I'll be able to steal his body and get out of this ruined, broken body, I'll be able to get Celine back, and William will get what he deserves.

All that I have to do now is wait.

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𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐑.

#SENETAF—indeed indeed, i cannot tell, though i ponder on it well, which were easier to state, all my love or all my hate. surely, surely, thou wilt trust me when i say thou dost disgust me.

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This blog is NSFW. Sexual themes, violence, mental health struggles, psychological horror, abuse will be present here to name a few and will not be limited to such.

Have no shipping preference, but of course will not ship with minor writers/characters. I am 20+ and fine with NSFW but only with my fellow adults.

I am multi-ship and multi-verse!

Tracking the tag #SENETAF. Feel free to also mention me via @SENETAF. If you see that I haven’t liked your thing for me within three days, please let me know! I might have missed the notification.

Discord is available upon request. I also manage a Discord server for any players primarily from the North American Data Center, but those outside of it are free to hang out. Let me know if you want in!

Please don’t rush me to do replies.

Just let me know if you want to interact with Hati.

Please don’t hesitate to shorten your reply to me whenever. I don’t care about matching lengths, but I do try to match my partner as best as I can.

All ask responses are welcome to be continued!

BLOG

I am very accepting of other Original and Multi Characters. My only limit is real life people such as celebrities, politicians, youtubers, etc.

I like aesthetic and GPOSE blogs, but I am a roleplay blog and therefore would only really follow other roleplay blogs. I prefer it if you have a proper tagging system in place as well.

I’d appreciate it if you won’t steal any writing I do on this blog.

When writing with fellow masc presenting characters, I usually refer to my partner character as THEY/THEM. This is to avoid confusion and not at all an attempt to misgender your muse. If this bothers you, please inform me!

Icons or pretty graphics are not required to interact with me.

Will probably remain dash only.

Any inbox responses are welcome to be turned into a thread. No need to ask me for permission.

CHARACTER

I only write Hati within the Final Fantasy verse. Doesn’t matter if it’s from other titles within the series. I’d love to interact!

If you notice the lack of about page, that's very deliberate as I prefer people to find out things about my character through interactions. If this displeases you, you're always welcome to ask me about specific information and I'll answer as best as I can!

I could give writing him with other fandoms a shot provided I’m familiar with the source material or you’d be willing to inform me about it. Some fandoms I know: Dislyte, Genshin Impact, Drakengard and Nier Series, Other Final Fantasy Games, Fate Series, Persona Series, Resident Evil etc.

Will write Hati at any given point of MSQ. If undetermined, I will default to Shadowbringers!Hati after the events of Bozja.

I also have an ancient verse (Kharon)! So if you wish to interact with him, simply mention that you want him specifically.

All kinds of relationships are welcome in this blog.

#pinned.

[iamazadkhan]

Job Interview Hacks: Insider Secrets to Land Your Dream Job

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Errors to Prevent

There are several blunders one may make during a job interview, and doing these will jeopardize your chances of making a good first impression and landing the job. Here are several errors that need to be avoided: Not taking the interview seriously - Even if you are a really strong candidate, the biggest error you can make is assuming that you will be selected. Asking clever questions during the interview will give the impression that you put effort into preparing for the interview and will make you appear more interested in the position. Not explaining why you are qualified for the position - Make a connection between your expertise and the position you're looking for. You must persuade the company that you are the best person for the open position. Talking excessively or not at all throughout the interview—An interview should be a two-way dialogue, so pay attention, respond to questions, smile (even if you're worried), and maintain eye contact. Never disparage an ex-employer - Never spread unfavorable rumors about your former job. Even if you received unfair treatment, a job interview is not the right place to bring up such unpleasant past events. Make an effort to solely emphasize positives. Be confident but not arrogant. Being confident yet arrogant are two different things. Though modestly, you want to present yourself as prosperous. Read the full article

#indianmemoir #jobs

[theredsuzuran]

Yandere

headcannons~

Muzan kibutsuji

[ Writing after a long time sorry for any mistakes and errors ]

⚠️ mention of blood and gore, NSFW, if you are an minor I request you don't read it. If anyone of you is uncomfortable with sensitive themes please don't read, k aight

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MUZAN KIBUTSUJI ⌫

You were intriguing enough to catch his interest. Since you have managed to caught his attention, good luck darling :)

You willingly went to him ( because I said so )

At first he showered you with love and affection, bought you expensive gifts even though you didn't care much about that, because all you could see was how perfect he is for you.

He was kind and caring and so gentle, oh how easy it was to lure you.

Not soon after you began to notice is true nature.

Manipulative lover

suddenly he was in charge of everything that relates to you. Every little thing like wearing a certain dress or spending time with friends and family became somewhat impossible and gradually he shut you inside his enormous castle.

He has absolute control of your physical and mental state. As if you are a puppet of his command.

He would always say things like - "this is for your own safety darling", "do you not trust me (y/n)?", "those people are not good for you, they will hurt you", "you can always depend on me". He knew exactly how to make you feel vulnerable, he took advantage of your sensitivity and poisoned you.

If you tried to protest he would restore on giving you a cold shoulder. One time you raised your voice a little which made him ignore you for weeks. You had to beg and cry and that's exactly what he wanted.

He have made sure that you depend on him all the time.

The uppermoons( except douma ) are always guarding you 24/7 and they have strict order to not speak even a word let alone look at your face.

If you ever try to escape which you most likely won't, say goodbye to the little mobility you might have gain due to his good mood.

He always keeps you in check knowing that you won't dare to run away. Even if you try in the end of the day it's futile.

These are just some of the ways to make sure you are under his control but If you do misbehave or be disobedient, he will not hesitate to hurt you.

Don't worry he won't break you enough to kill you.

**NSFW**

He's definitely the dominant one in this relationship ( don't even try to top him honey, last time he messed your inside really bad ☺ )

It's mandatory for you to call his name every time you two fuck.

He loves listening to those sinful moans escaping from your mouth, it gives him the sense of power.

He will whisper into your ears "you are mine (y/n)" while he pounds mercilessly.

Muzan fucked you to unconsciousness infront of the uppermoons because one of them ( you know who ) tried to initiate a small talk.

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