#and in good fashion tag ends up with evil x going back on some habits of theirs although with less explosions and more stealing diamonds

[20w14a]

Was gonna make a convoluted post talking about Evil X and Worm Man since y'know I like them a lot as evidenced on this blog but to sum it up, as funny and neat as they are as just plain joke characters they really do feel like foils to each other and I really wish that was shown more.

[s-and-n-writes]

scarred, broken, and mended

summary: She felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No, she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later. 

So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

pairing: jason todd x marinette dupain cheng, red hood x ladybug, red hood x multimouse

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inspired by: 

scars, freckles and names, and gotham mouse, paris bug, both by @izzybellepenguin​ 

warnings:

trigger warnings, abuse, mentions of abuse, angst, evil! adrien

a/n: Maribat Jasonette Fic. violence and bullying. there might be another tw but i don't know. the possible tw will start at ~~ and end at ~~. the definite tw will start from the first word and end at ~:~.normal intro notes. i'm s of s and n. also this is going to be angsty for a long time. also I've never read the comics or watched the movies for batman but i've read almost every maribat fic so plz come at me. thank u

Crack .

Marinette sunk down against the wall, holding her, now broken, wrist. Tears were streaming down her face as she held in a sob.

“Stop bullying Lila, you filthy bitch! God, why was I ever friends with you,” Alya whisper-yelled at her. They were in an empty classroom after school ended and nobody was around. Still, Alya took care to be quiet. Lila was standing behind her, complete with fake tear tracks and a massive smirk.

As Alya slapped her again, leaving her cheek red, Lila continued to fake sob about how she “couldn’t believe Marinette would act like this” and how she “makes it so hard to forgive her”.

~:~

“It’s fine, Lila. She deserves this. You are a much better person,” Alya said, and they walked away together. Alya continued spewing out encouragement and praise until Marinette couldn’t hear them anymore. She finally let out her sobs but quickly wiped her eyes. She had to be home soon, before her shift at the bakery started.

She got up, cradling her wrist, and put up her hood to cover her red face and puffy eyes. Marinette had changed what she wore after the first time they left visible bruises. Now, she wore a black hoodie over a pink shirt, with grey pants, and kept her signature purse (I never liked writing clothes so just imagine them). She made them, and she signed everything with her signature: MAT. She had made a fashion brand online after Jagged Stone had asked for more pieces, and soon Clara Nightingale had asked for a few too. Eventually, her brand, MAT, was famous and celebrities everywhere wanted something. It stood for Marinette And Tikki, for her favorite tiny god. She knew Tikki would be there for her, no matter what.

Oh no! She was going to be late! Marinette took off, trying to rush home, when she winced and had to slow down. She had forgotten that her ankle was sprained after Alya pushed her down the stairs. She limped home quickly, entering through the back door. She didn’t need her parents realizing she wasn’t home yet.

Marinette hobbled up the steps and into her room, putting down all her books and collapsing on her bed. Tikki came out of her purse and flew near her.

“Marinette! Are you okay? Are you hurt too badly?” Tikki asked, full of concern for her favorite Ladybug.

“No. My face hurts but the main thing is my wrist. I think it’s broken,” Marinette said, trying to stuff the pain and sadness down. It was a habit even though Hawkmoth was defeated. She was just so used to pushing all her emotions down that she couldn’t stop. Blank-faced, she sat up and wiped away the tears. Her face was almost back to normal and she needed to start healing now  since her shift started in 10 minutes.

Marinette started chanting the healing spell she learned from the Grimoire. After Master Fu had passed over guardianship, she had taken it upon herself to learn the Guardians’ magic, as it would help her. Right now, she had to heal her wrist. FInishing the chant, she took a sip of the potion needed to complete the spell. Marinette scrunched her face in disgust. No matter how many times she drank it, it still tasted like a mix of broccoli, sock, and camembert. Odd combination, but what can you do?

Now that her wrist was almost fully healed, (it still hurt to move it a lot), she needed to run down for her shift. If she was late, her parents would ground her, and that would hinder her patrol schedule. Even though Hawkmoth was defeated, she and Chat Noir had kept their Miraculous. Well, that’s not completely true.

Chat Noir started out as a good partner, if not a little too flirty. As time went on, however, he started being less helpful. He would flirt aggressively and try to force Ladybug on dates, which made him useless in battles, but at least he would try. Once, he even went as far as to refuse to help defeat an akuma.

During the battle with Hawkmoth, however, when he was revealed to be Gabriel Agreste, Chat Noir fought hard , with an intensity Ladybug didn’t know he could have. It was completely new and seemingly out-of-character for the guy who would constantly get killed and controlled by akumas. Honestly, Marinette was a bit scared. She had to physically stop Chat Noir from cataclysming Hawkmoth.

After Hawkmoth was defeated, Ladybug decided not to reveal identities, since Chat Noir was kind of annoying. Not to mention, he was incompetent in fights and generally terrifying during the battle with Hawkmoth. Not a great person to know your deepest secret.

Chat Noir kept pushing for a reveal, how he deserved this for taking down Hawkmoth, and how everything would be great because they could finally date. Ladybug had no interest, and when she said so and refused the reveal, Chat Noir went crazy.

He began demanding and begging for a reveal, saying how they were ‘soulmates’ and they could ‘ finally start dating’ and how they were ‘perfect’ for each other. When that didn’t work, he was following her on patrol, trying to find out where she lived. Chat Noir and Adrien both got closer to Marinette as well. Chat Noir would stop by and vent about how Ladybug was rejecting him, and how Marinette was so similar to her. Adrien would hang out closer to her and Marinette saw him stealing glances at her during gym and lunch. Normally, this would have made her giddy, but her crush had died the day he said to ‘take the high road’.

Marinette could deal with this. She could deal with the following, the venting, and the begging. It was annoying , but not the worst. Then, it happened. Ladybug was out on patrol and Chat Noir was following her, as usual. He stopped her by yelling and caught up. Then, he grinned, and it was more animal than human.

~~ (possible trigger warning)

Ladybug could see the malice in his eyes when he pinned her on the ground. His claws traced her face, then it started. Chat Noir growled and tried to rip her suit, rip her mask, do anything to be able to identify her. He even tried to remove her Miraculous, but thankfully she had enchanted them so they couldn’t be removed by force. Then, he tried his ‘Hail Mary’.

“CATACLYSM,” Chat Noir yelled, no, growled , and Ladybug’s eyes went wide. His hand went to her left side and Ladybug screamed. She could feel the cracks on her skin, could feel the dark energy zooming across her body. She went limp, and Chat Noir jumped away, seeing how the suit cracked but didn’t come off. It left scars from the left side of her rib cage, stretching around to the right side of her stomach. The main one was on the front, but there were many smaller ones, branching from the main one and covering her back.

~~ (possible trigger warning ends)

After all of that, Marinette knew she had to take back the Miraculous. With a heavy heart, Ladybug called Chat Noir to the top of the Eiffel Tower and took back his Miraculous. It was hard but ultimately worth it. Even now, walking down to the bakery, she felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No , she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later . So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

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[thecorteztwins]

(I wanted to write about Mindmeld coming back on Krakoa. It ended up having less of the personality I envision for her, and actually being more about Emma, to my surprise, even though Emma isn’t a character I consider myself capable of writing. But, tagging @badmusesdoitwell for Emma and @sammysdewysensitiveeyes @esteicy-blog since I know you guys like Mindmeld!)

Like all the others, Mindmeld’s resurrection took place in front of a crowd of Krakoans to witness her rebirth. But all she saw when she spilled out of her golden egg was Shinobi Shaw, her former employer and ex boyfriend, standing in front of her, bending his knees, smiling and reaching down. ”Mindmeld,” someone said, “How do we know it is you?” The words didn’t even reach her ears above her own scream of rage as she launched herself from the ground on to Shinobi, clawing and kicking. ”Whoa!” he exclaimed in shock. “You left me!” she yelled, not ceasing in her blows,  “You bastard!” “Whoa, hey, calm down,” Shinobi pleased, shifting to his super dense state so she couldn’t hurt him, though she was still trying. “You left me to die!” “Mindmeld, baby, you knew the risks---” “You betrayed me!” “You were paid t---aaah not the hair!”

Even his super-dense state couldn’t ward off a good hair pull, something he would have enjoyed under different circumstances. Among those watching, Emma and Sebastian where at the front of the crowd. or two people who hated each other, they often were in close proximity. Insert that old adage here about where to keep your enemies. “I suppose you’re just going to let this undignified display go on?” Emma asked. “You don’t find it terribly entertaining?” “I’m very sure Shinobi deserves it, but does the young lady?” “Well, do something, then, if you have a problem.” “He’s your son and this was your recommendation for resurrection--you do something.” Sebastian squinted at her. Why did she care about this ‘Mindmeld’ person that his son had asked to be pushed to the head of the revival queue? She had an angle, he just didn’t know what it was. He seldom did. She’d become so much more unpredictable since she joined the X-men. He really hated her for that. But this was admittedly getting out of hand. As amusing as it was, Shinobi being the Black Bishop meant that his follies---especially the very public ones---reflected on the Hellfire Club as a whole, and more importantly, on Blackstone, Sebastian’s segment of it. So he sighed, and, hoping he wasn’t literally walking into some scheme of Emmas, strode to where Mindmeld was still walloping the beejeesus out of his idiot offspring in front of the laughing crowd. “Excuse me, young lady?” Mindmeld downright snarled in reply, a back-off warning if there ever was one. “Not that I’m sure my son doesn’t deserve this,” Sebastian continued, and indeed he was just as sure in that was Emma was, “But were you aware, in your ire, that you are on display?” “Wh--” Mindmeld realized, really realized, at that moment, that she was in front of crowd. She looked out at the Krakoans, and she stopped her assault. She shrank in on herself, confused and embarrassed and all too aware of her exposing nudity, a state that was for more vulnerable and humiliating and unsafe for her even than most. There was a sudden weight on her bare-no-longer shoulders; Shaw had dropped his overcoat over them. “I’d suggest you get up and come with me, Miss Mindmeld. I think we’re all satisfied it’s really you. Shinobi, get up, you’ve embarrassed ALL of us enough for today.” Emma did not follow the trio as they departed the scene, but she was watching. Sebastian could feel her eyes boring into his back like diamond drills. Had she put this idea in his son’s head to begin with, perhaps? He decided he’d keep an eye on this ‘Mindmeld’. *** “DON’T FUCK MY DAD!” These were the words that echoed down the hall of Blackstone that Sebastian Shaw was presently passing through, shirt off and coffee cup in hand. Well. That was interesting. Seemed Shinobi and Mindmeld were getting along about the same as they had before. “Well I might!” Mindmeld’s voice came now from behind the same door that Shinobi’s had ejected from,  “You don’t own me! I will if I want!” “Come on, you can’t do that!” “I can’t?! I CAN’T?! I could do it even if we WERE still together, which we’re NOT! You threw ALL THIS away, Shinobi, and worse! I should fuck your dad, just to fuck YOU! And I’m gonna go do it RIGHT NOW!” “You wouldn’t!” “Watch me! Literally, watch me!” With that, the door opened, just as Sebastian was passing by it, and the silver-skinned mutant waked right out into him. She paled as she realized who it was. “You heard,” she said in a small, oh-shit voice. “I did,” he said, closing the door behind her. “I, uh, I was...I was just...I didn’t really.” “We can, you know,” he offered calmly, “Or not, and just say we did. If you’d like that.” “That...would be great, actually.” She grinned in relief...and then much more wickedly.

*** “MY DAD IS FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND!” “That can’t possibly surprise you, Shinobi,” said Emma. She had no idea WHY Shaw’s son had come to HER to complain, but then, she supposed the poor boy had no one else. Well, Christian, maybe... “You know your father.” “Yeah but why would SHE fuck him? That’s what I wanna know!” “Well darling, there’s money, there’s power, there’s a hard cock, and there’s sticking it to you. All very attractive things.” “Listen, just I because might have betrayed her horribly ONE TIME does not warrant this kind of treatment!” “I agree,” said Emma, hiding her shock that she could actually find common ground with him on anything, “Vengeance is worth a lot of things  but not degrading oneself in terms of bedroom partners. The poor girl. I’ll set her up with someone far more suitable. Meaning, someone who isn’t either of you.” “Hey! That’s NOT what I’m asking for here!” “I hope you weren’t expecting HELP with this.” Emma said coldly, knowing that it’s EXACTLY what he was expecting. “Aw come on, how can I win her back, Emma, please?” “How would I know?” “You’re blonde, psychic, stylish, and mean! You’re practically the same person! You would know!” Ah. Now Emma understood. Shinobi hadn’t brought Mindmeld back out of love, nor for some sinister plot to use her against Emma or Sebastian or anyone else. He just wanted his own shiny-skinned psychic with a sharp tongue and fabulous fashion sense, and succeed where his father failed by actually keeping her on his side.  A feat he’d botched before he’d even began it, clearly. “Grovel,” said the White Queen flatly. “That’ll get her back?” “No, but you should do it anyway, you owe it to her from what I understand.” Emma didn’t know WHAT Shinobi had done to that woman, but she had no doubt it was something typical of how this family treated its allies---one could just ask Sage about that. *** “You’re Emma Frost,” Mindmeld said in awe. “I am. And you’re better than them.” Mindmeld immediately knew who she meant. “Is that supposed to be an accomplishment?” she asked with a sneer, directed not at Emma but at the pair they were discussing. “Oh good,” Emma grinned, “I like you, I was so hoping that I would. Now tell me darling---how is it someone with such good taste in shoes has such poor taste in men?” Mindmeld put up her beautifully-manicured hands, “If you’re trying to get me to back off one or both, consider it done. I’m not getting in your way. Just because I was technically born last week doesn’t make me an idiot.” Emma nearly laughed, “Oh darling, you misunderstand me terribly! And here you seemed so bright. I’m about as keen to have one of those two inside me as I am an enema-by-Sentinel-canon. “Oh,” Mindmeld paused, “So, what do you care then? You hate them, so you’re cockblocking?” “I get the feeling you’re not used to anyone doing you any favors, are you Mindmeld?” Emma asked, her tone slightly softer. Mindmeld’s suspicious face at this told her all she needed to know. Emma didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know that the moment Emma had made herself seem like she was doing this out of genuine concern and not some petty schoolgirl agenda, Mindmeld had doubted her. It wasn’t anything personal, she didn’t know Emma--did know OF her, admired the hell out of her, what a QUEEN, what an ICON, she was everything Mindmeld wanted to be---it was just that was what she thought of people. Emma was right, no one did her any favors, not without wanting something in return, and she didn’t expect Emma to be the first. She would have been less defensive if Emma had come in quid pro quo because she’d see Emma as being upfront in her intentions, instead of hiding them as she now did. Not unlike Sebastian himself, Emma noted. She supposed the only way Mindmeld would trust her is if she met the other woman where she was at, meaning she must appear to be coming from a place of spite instead of altruism. “Well, I’m not in the habit of doing favors,” she amended, putting some of the customary ice in her tone, “Not unless they get done for me in return.” Now Mindmeld looked interested again. “Go on.” Inwardly, Emma sighed. This felt oh-so-regressive. Here she was, trying to be a better person, and yet the only way she could help this mutant---whom she didn’t even know but had an automatic sense of empathy for--was by pretending to be the manipulative bitch everyone thought she was. But, that was how it always wasn’t it? That she had to be the bitch to get things done. “Alright, Mindmeld darling,” she continued in her very best evil-plotting voice, “Here’s what you’re going to do for me...” (I don’t know what Emma suggests Mindmeld do but it’s probably hilarious and nasty! Mindmeld did not sleep with Sebastian, she just told Shinobi that, as he suggested.)

[cyberninja]

“Extremely detailed character sheet template”

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Caleb Akamori ( last name given to him by the Grand-master )

Reason or meaning of name: Caleb was chosen by his mother , but Akamori has a interesting background . mori [ meaning forest ] . the Grandmaster gave him this last name because he knew his spirit was as big as strong as and as old as a forest .

Aka [ meaning red ] was given because it was foreseen the evil in his that was to come . finally coming to Akamori . “ the evil will come first and then you will find your true spirit “

Character’s nickname: commonly known as the Cyberninja by most people , also among the Darkness Clan they refer to him as Doragonsureiyā ( Dragon Slayer )

Reason for nickname: he is known as Cyberninja because any photos captured of him he is in his prototype armor . Now he is know as Doragonsureiyā by earning this name , because he killed Doragonrōdo ( Dragon Lord ) a general of the Darkness Clan thought to be the most powerful ninja alive .

Birth date: June 9th , 1999 Physical appearance

Age: usually i write him at 18 - 20

How old does he/she appear: 20 but appears to be 25

Weight: 235 lbs

Height: 6 foot 3 inches

Body build: extremely fit and athletic 

Shape of face: not round but not oval either sort of a middle ground normal face 

Eye color: blue , a deep blue like a ocean .

Glasses or contacts: neither

Skin tone: lightly tanned .

Distinguishing marks: X shaped scars across the front of his chest and a scar across his throat ( received from a very intense fight ) 

Predominant features: his dark blond hair and his deep blue eyes .

Hair color: dark blond ( almost black )

Type of hair: straight

Hairstyle: messy ( always looks like a good messy though . )

Voice: deep voice , amazing bass singer .

Overall attractiveness: 8/10

Physical disabilities: none 

Usual fashion of dress: usually blue jeans , with a tee shirt with ripped off sleeves , dog tags tucked under his shirt , tennis shoes , and a coat if its cold out .

Favorite outfit: white tee shirt with the sleeves torn off , blue jeans , and tennis shoes .

Jewelry or accessories: his dog tags ( never come off his neck ) Personality Good personality traits: loyal , caring , kind , brave , courageous , unselfish , and outgoing . Bad personality traits: usually very overprotective , hot headed , and can be clingy . Mood character is most often in: focused Sense of humor: can be a bit dry , but if you get him going he’ll loosen up . Character’s greatest joy in life: helping others Character’s greatest fear: losing those he cares about and being alone again Why? he has been alone most of his life to be outcast again into the cold darkness by himself . What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? a friend dying . it would send his mind into utter chaos . Character is most at ease when: he is around someone he trusts Most ill at ease when: he is worried about something , before he goes into a fight . Enraged when: hahahah . if your the wrong person just look at him wrong . Depressed or sad when: he is by himself Priorities: protect , regain his honor , and eventually settle down . Life philosophy: treat others as you want to be treated If granted one wish, it would be: to have his family back  Why? they were murdered when he was just a boy , didn’t even get to say goodbye . which has cause irreversible trauma to him . Character’s soft spot: just show him you care . Is this soft spot obvious to others? NO !! Greatest strength: his fighting skills and magic Greatest vulnerability or weakness: his short temper Biggest regret: long story short . he feels responsible for a civilian being murdered . Minor regret: not seizing the moments when he has the opportunity Biggest accomplishment: thats a tie between him becoming a master ninja , and building his prototype armor Minor accomplishment: ... quitting his addictions . Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: his drinking and drug problem he used to have Why? he is very ashamed of it Character’s darkest secret: his curse and demon  Does anyone else know? yes Goals Drives and motivations: his biggest goal is to eliminate the darkness clan and to eventually live out a normal life . Immediate goals: to become a better fighter everyday and maybe a little bit of a better person everyday .  Long term goals: to eventually settle down , rejoin his clan , maybe have a family ? How the character plans to accomplish these goals: four words . blood , sweat , and tears . How other characters will be affected: nobody knows what the future will hold . Past Hometown: New York ( to the best of his knowledge ) Type of childhood: his childhood was very dark and scaring . 5 is a very young age to be all grown up , but his situation called for it . Pets: his pet Koi fish ( given to him by the Grand-master ) and his pet Cerberus  First memory: falling asleep in his mothers arms Most important childhood memory: going fishing with his dad . Why: it was one of the only good memories he has of his childhood Childhood hero: ninjas ( needless to say he followed them quite well ) Dream job: N/A  Education: he registered education is 6th grade , but he is very smart . often when working he will do the math in his head rapidly often involving advanced calculus . Religion: none Finances: n/a

Present Current location: New York Currently living with: himself Pets: his pet koi which resides in Japan , and a pet Cerberus  Religion: none Occupation: assassin and master ninja Finances: well off Family Mother: deceased Relationship with her:N/A Father:deceased Relationship with him:N/A Siblings: brother Relationship with them:N/A ( still looking for him ) Spouse: none Relationship with him/her:N/A Children: none Relationship with them:N/A Other important family members: anyone he calls a friend . Favorites Color: Yellow Least favorite color:red Music:rap and country Food:fruits , vegetables , junk food , ECT ... Literature:spell books Form of entertainment:training Expressions:laughter Mode of transportation:car , motorcycle , feet , teleportation . Most prized possession:picture of his family  . ( touching it is a good way to loose some fingers ) Habits Hobbies: smithing Plays a musical instrument? guitar Plays a sport? no How he/she would spend a rainy day: training , inventing , sharpening his weapons , patrol . Spending habits: weapons Smokes: has quit Drinks:has quit Other drugs:has quit What does he/she do too much of? training What does he/she do too little of?resting Extremely skilled at:combat  Extremely unskilled at:expressing any form of emotion Nervous tics: none ( he is trained to hide these ) Usual body posture:tall , informal , and downright intimidating . Mannerisms: very polite Peculiarities: extremely secretive Traits Optimist or pessimist?optimist Introvert or extrovert?extrovert Daredevil or cautious?daredevil Logical or emotional?can be both Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?methodical and neat Prefers working or relaxing?working Confident or unsure of himself/herself?unsure Animal lover?YES Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: the his not good enough , he doesn’t deserve  One word the character would use to describe self: secretive One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: ( character speaking ) “ well i try my hardest but a lot of times i feel like i am not good enough , i know i could be better and i have a whole world that doesn’t even know that i am protecting . maybe one day this will all finally end . What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? kindness What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?temper What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?muscles , if you can sneak up on him on a good day you might caught him flexing in front of the mirror . What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? the scars scattered across his body . How does the character think others perceive him/her: hot tempered , probably hated , reclusive , untrustworthy . What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: his life Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: he knows the world can harsh and cruel but ha also has seen a lot of good in it also . Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? not really , most of the time he is quite blunt . Person character most hates: himself Best friend(s): Dove ( @beyondthetemples ) , Red ( @champofpallet ) . Love interest(s): Dove Person character goes to for advice: his adopted father or his brother .  Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Dove Person character feels shy or awkward around: not anyone , most of the time . Person character openly admires: N/A Person character secretly admires: Dove Most important person in character’s life before story starts: his brother After story starts: his adopted family and all his friends

found here

tagged by : @beyondthetemples

tagging : @champofpallet , @tameradabsol , @sky-mxxn and anyone else who want to do it .

[triviuhtae]

instead of making multiple posts, i decided to put some of these into one as a “get to know me” tag so here you go uwu

Alphabet soup tag

Answer the questions and tag 10 people.

Tagged by @isthisatlantis, thank you nina 😊💕

A: age // 22

B: birthplace // Miami, Florida

C: current time // 20:20 / 8:20 pm

D: drink you last had // coke zero

E: easiest person to talk to // anyone if i make the effort, really

F: favorite song // right now? bts - intro: boy meets evil

G: grossest memory // my baby cousin threw up all over me on christmas a few years ago

H: hogwarts house // ravenclaw

I: in love // yep

J: jealous of people // depends

K: killed someone // nope

L: love at first sight or walk by again // walk by again

M: middle name // janeen

N: number of siblings // 8

O: one wish // stability

P: person you called last // my cousin

Q: question you are always asked // “are you going to go back to school?” 

R: reason to smile // bts, family, friends, writing/reading, art

S: song you sang last // bts - dimple

T: time you woke up // 6 am but then i went back to sleep and woke up at 9

U: underwear color // white and gray stripes

V: vacation destination // oof: germany, japan, australia, canada, south korea, and ireland 

W: worst habit // picking at my face/pimples

X: X-rays // forearm, wrist, hand, knee, mouth, and chest

Y: your favorite food // pizza, pasta, chocolate, any form of potatoes

Z: zodiac sign // leo

15 QUESTIONS 

thank you  @joonieblossoms for tagging me ❤️

1. Are you named after someone?

i thought i wasn’t but i recently found out my mom’s favorite disney movie is aladdin so i think that had something to do with it 

2. When was the last time you cried?

friday, because of a valentine’s video i saw where a wife gave her husband her kidney :(

3. Do you have kids?

nope, i have thirteen that i deal with at work tho, they’re enough for me lmao

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

me?? use sarcasm?? never!

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

i like to stare at people’s eyes when they talk so probably their eyes/face in general

6. What is your eye colour?

hazel

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

depends on my mood but i usually prefer scary movies

8. Any special talents?

not that i can think of lmao

9. Where were you born?

Florida

10. What are your hobbies?

watching tv shows, movies & youtube, reading/writing, drawing/painting, listening to music, makeup, fashion

11. Have any pets?

none, but i really want two dogs and a turtle :(

12. How tall are you?

5′8″ or 172 cm 

13. What sports do you play or have you played?

volleyball

14. Favorite school subject?

i don’t like math but i’m good at it for some reason?? my faves were emergency medical responders and art though

15. Dream Job?

anything inside of a hospital!

i got rid of the 5 things tag bc i’ve already done it but here you go! 

i’m tagging: @jkstears @kkocheuromochi @caycypher @softiejungkook @victaeriously @namjoonslullaby @sjtual @btshyungline @namhopesgf @agustdlovcult @utopiajeon @gothnamgi @mintkth

[julia-highstorms]

The Third Park (Damien x OC (Ellie)) - Part 2

Summary: Damien Nazario is having the worst day of his life, because today is Allen's wedding and he is his Best Man.

Note: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. Damien is 100% human in here. Part 1

Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)

Rating: PG-13 (language/alcohol)

Word count: 2050

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Damien Nazario walked out of the restroom a few minutes later, his bow tie undone.

“Uh, I might need some help with this.” – he said. Allen chuckled and stepped closer, tying his bow tie skillfully.

Damien felt his cheeks getting hotter with the sudden approximation. Fuck. Allen was looking fantastic on his own tuxedo.

And he couldn’t help but remember the sensation of his lips against his. He would never forget it.

But it would never happen again. Because Allen was marrying somebody else.

“Done.” – Allen said, tapping his shoulder affectionately. – “If I hadn’t see you before, I’d never think that you walked here looking like a drunkard.”

“Shut up.” – Damien said again, making Allen giggle. – “Where’s Steve?”

“He’s in another room. Hayden too.” – Allen’s smile widened and Damien felt his heart cracking a little. – “As Nadia. But I  bet she’ll come here soon...”

Suddenly, the door from the adjoining room flied open and a small figure in white walked in.

“D! You freshened up good!” – Nadia exclaimed, holding a plate full of chocolates. Yeah, she was stressing eating.

“Famous last words.” – Allen chuckled.

“Oh my God...” – Damien muttered, his eyes watering. – “I usually don’t cry in weddings... But because of you I might. You look splendid, Nadia.” – and he hugged her.

“No! Get off me! I swear, if you cry on my dress, I’ll kill you!” – she punched him in the arm.

“Have I already told you how cute you look when you’re angry?”

“Oh my God, you didn’t just do this.” – Allen said.

“I’m not cute!” – Nadia protested, making both men laugh.

The double wedding happened that evening at the same time in the Terrace Room, a breathtaking view from New York on the back. It was a sunny and beautiful day of June.

Steve cried when Nadia appeared and Allen shedded a tear too when he saw Hayden. He smiled the whole time.

They had already eaten the formal four-course dinner and were mingling now. There wasn’t much for Damien to do. He had already greeted some guests before the weddings – mostly Parks, since neither Hayden and Steve had a family, and artists friends of Nadia and some college friends of both cousins. People that he didn’t know or had met just a couple of times before that evening – and that was it. Sloane came all the way from Washington D.C. (she was working at Nasa now) just to be their maid of honor. They exchanged a few words and he easily concluded that Sloane was still the same. Feeling a little out of place with that event – he didn’t blame her, he was feeling the same way –, but super excited and happy for all of her friends.

After a super boring chit chat with one of Nadia’s eccentric friends, Damien went to the restroom to freshen up. He might have drunk a few too many champagne flutes already.

When he walked outdoors, he found Nadia and Allen talking to a woman in a red dress, her back turned to him. He casually leaned against a wall, eavesdropping the conversation.

Bad habits die hard and he was a detective, after all.

“We thought you couldn’t make it!” – Nadia shouted, a little altered because of the alcohol.

“Almost! My train delayed. But I got here just a few minutes before the ceremony, so I had to sit on the back. I’m sorry I didn’t come to talk to you both earlier. Grandma already scolded me for being almost late.”

“That’s okay, what matters is that you’re here. And where’s your father?” – Allen answered her.

“He didn’t come. I guess the trip all the way here would exhaust him. He always says he’s too old to do anything now. Oh, but he sent you gifts!” – they all shared a laugh. Damien suspected that she was their cousin. They might have said that they had another one...

“So you came alone?!” – Nadia shouted again, her jaw dropping.

“Well, yeah.”

“Didn’t you bring... a partner?”

“Girl, after all that shit my last girlfriend put me through… I’ve quit dating for a while.”

“Oh yeah, I remember when you told us about her! But you’ve been single since then?! It’s been like decades ago!”

“It’s been just two years, Nadia. Besides, if I weren’t single, you wouldn’t be looking at the new Art Editor of the Mortif Magazine!”

“Ooooh!” – the cousins beamed together, clapping to the strange woman, who bowed to them.

“Oh, and let me say this: a double wedding?! Be honest with me, you both did this just to make us spend twice with the gifts, didn’t you?” – the three of them shared a laugh when Nadia spotted Damien.

“D, come here!” – she gestured at him to come closer. He grabbed himself another drink from a passing waiter and approached the trio. Allen welcomed him with a warm smile. That smile that always made him feel happy and special. – “I guess you’ve never met another cousin of ours! Damien, this is Ellie. Ellie, this is our great friend and Best Man, Damien Nazario!”

And then, the woman turned to him and he finally saw her face.

Fuck.

The woman looked at him, a sympathetic smile on her face. She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Damien. I’m Eleanor, but you can call me Ellie.” – he greeted her, still feeling a little numb.

Fuck. She was gorgeous.

“The ‘third Park’, as we like to say.” – Allen chuckled.

“Although I’m not a Park technically. My surname is Zhou.”

Eleanor Zhou.

“Details. You still have Park blood running in your veins!!” – Nadia said. – “Ellie, D is that friend of ours that we told you about! Do you remember him?”

Her brown eyes were back to his, looking at and through him with new interest, head to toes. He felt himself getting hotter.

“Oh my God. You’re the one.”

Damien cleared his throat, trying to act more normal. As if he wasn’t desperately attracted to the woman right in front of him.

“I hope this is a good thing.” – he said, that charming smile he always used to get information from some suspects back on his lips.

He saw a side smile tugging on the corner of her lips, red like the dress she was wearing, when Nadia said:

“You know us, D! We always say good things about you! Unless when we don’t say it.” – his friend definitely was too drunk, by the way she giggled with her own joke.

“Alright, Nadia, I guess you should stop drinking for today!” – Allen said, taking the glass from his cousin’s hand. Nadia tried to grumble something unintelligible as Steve and Hayden approached the group.

Eleanor greeted her cousins’ partners. Damien felt like someone punched him in the stomach when he saw Allen’s face lighting up by just seeing Hayden, who leaned and kissed him on the cheek. He drank all his champagne in one go.

“Uh, I’ll get myself another drink.” – he quickly excused himself before walking away, desperate to be free of those “love’s in the air” vibes.

He stopped by the restaurant bar, asking for an Old Fashioned. There were a few people indoors, mostly still on their tables, chatting. He drank it while looking through the East River. That was a great view of Lower Manhattan at night.

He heard a few light steps approaching and a voice he knew asking for a red wine. When Damien turned to the person standing next to him, her dark brown eyes were already on him, staring back, catching him by surprise. He even stopped breathing, his eyes locked on hers.

“Damien Nazario, right?”

“Yep. Eleanor Zhou?” – he saw a smile tugging in the corner of her red lips. She nodded. – “Uh... I thought you were talking to the happy couples?”

“Yes, but they have newlyweds duties, such as talking to all their guests and not spend the whole time with their cousin who they can text every day. So here I am.” – she shrugged. He nodded, not knowing what to say and drank the rest of his drink.

He rarely acted like this, especially around someone he would find attractive. But there was something inside his head telling himself to keep his distance from Eleanor.

Well, it probably was because she was a Park. Well, sort of.

“So...” – she kept saying softly. – “You’re the hot detective friend who helped Nadia with that creepy stalker dude. The one who helped Allen and Nadia bring that evil Corporation down, and saved their...” – the woman hesitated for a second. – “...partners.”

...And the one who Allen left for a robot.

Damien cursed himself mentally. He had promised himself that he would stop thinking about that. That he would stop feeling sorry and pity for himself. He was a grown man, dammit.

He was the one who told Allen, two years before, that he would understand if things wouldn’t work between them, when Allen told him he was on an open relationship with Hayden after they found out their true nature. And it didn’t.

But, yes, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed and broken hearted when Allen chose to be with Hayden. Damien kind of knew that it would have happened anyway. Allen (and Nadia) brought Eros down because of their “Perfect Matches”. Of course he was going to choose them.

And, even though Damien was very aware about it, it hurted like hell, anyway.

“...Yep, that’s me.” – he answered and asked for another drink to the barman.

Yep, he knew he was abusing on the alcohol again and that he had promised Nadia that he would behave, but that was not being his favorite day. The person he had been in love for six years had just married. And he was his Best Man.

He deserved that drink. And all the drinks.

“Hey... hey, are you okay?” – Eleanor asked the man beside her. Damien turned down his second drink and she’s been there for, like, just five minutes.

“I’ve never been better.” – he answered, putting the glass down on the counter a little too hard.

Oh God. She had promised herself that she would stop taking care of stupid drunkards who weren’t able to know their alcohol limitations. She always ended up listening to unwanted confessions and her clothes smelling like vomit.

But hey. She had eyes. And that was a very attractive man. Her cousins didn’t lie when they told her he was handsome and hot (although Eleanor always felt a little suspicious about Nadia’s taste in men)...

But Damien Nazario was hot. There was no doubt about it.

...And he looked like someone who wanted to drown himself on whiskey.

The man was going to ask for another drink, when Ellie suddenly grabbed him by his elbow and pulled him away from the bar. She threw a fifty to the surprised bartender, not caring how much it cost for their drinks, and dragged the drunk man to the restroom. She shoved him inside, and ordered him to wash his face. Damien thought that she was stronger than she looked. Was it a Park trait? Be stronger than they look?

He could have refused following her bossy ways. But that was a kind of turn on. He liked when they were more dominant.

He ended up doing what she instructed him, with Eleanor watching him from outside the toilet, that was too small for both of them, like a hawk.

“Feeling better?” – she asked as she watched him drying his face with a towel.

“I guess so.” – the woman rolled her eyes to his answer. – “Uh, thanks...?”

“You’re welcome.” – she said as he walked out of the restroom, untying his bow-tie. – “So. You look like a reasonable guy, when you’re not trying to get drunk.”

“Thank you.” – he answered sarcastically, but she just ignored him and took a small step towards him, her face just inches from his, and kept talking:

“....So maybe you can tell me. What the fuck is going on here?”