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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years ago

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Married (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,4 k

Summary: Parts of Ines’s wedding told from Ethan’s perspective feat. E&C dancing, staring at each other during the wedding, basically being a married couple and everyone calling them out for it. OH3 Chapter 11 added content.

Warnings: None, it’s fluff town all the way

A/N: I feel scammed by PB. All the golden opportunities - wasted. So I fixed it.

His shoes sank a bit in the sand as he began walking towards the venue. More and more people were beginning to arrive, sounds of conversation and laughter increasing by the minute. He recognized his coworkers with ease and approached them. The first to notice him is Tobias, his eyebrow arching slightly at the sight of him.

“You came alone? Where’s Herondale?” he asked, looking over Ethan’s shoulder to search for the blonde resident.

“She helped me fix my tie, then kicked me out of our room. And refused to let me see the dress.” He explained, shrugging with a helpless laugh. Harper laughed along with him, clapping her hands gently.

“That’s wife behavior. Are you sure you two aren’t married?”

“Dude, if you two eloped, I’m not going to be working out with you anymore.” Bryce chimed in, acting as though he was offended, a serious look overtaking his face.

“Where would you- why would you- “ Ethan started stumbling over his words, realizing only after a moment that everyone was smirking at him teasingly. He huffed, fighting a blush that creeped onto his cheeks anyway. “I see. You all think you’re funny.”

“You make it too easy, Ethan.” Harper giggled, shaking her head.

“And we know we’re funny, Ethan.” His mentor put his hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

“Hilarious, even.” Baz added.

A small sound of an incoming message caused everyone to stop talking. Sienna unlocked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen.

“Claire just texted me a photo of her in a dress.”

Immediately, everyone jumped to her side, long before Ethan could even move his finger. Once he woke up from the daze, he took a step towards the young doctor that he considered his friend. Zaid stopped him in his tracks with a hand pressed to his shoulder.

“She said to not let you see the photo.”

“Why?”

Her voice rang from behind him. “I wanted to see your reaction myself.”

Ethan turned around and, at once, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze dropped to her shoes and dragged up her body slowly. The gentle flow of her skirt, pink silk that he knew for sure would almost spill through his fingers. The bodice, snug against her chest, accentuating her curves and making his male brain run wild. Careful to not linger on her chest too long – he would not get crap from their friends for this – he finally looked at her face. She was grinning smugly with a bit of a nervous spark.

He stepped up to her, resting his hand on the dip of her waist, tracing the floral patterns under his touch. With his other hand, he grasped hers in a gentle manner, raising it to press a warm kiss to her fingers.

“You’re taking my breath away.” he muttered, staring at her intensely.

“Hypoxia is dangerous, maybe I should go.” Claire teased, leaning away a fraction of an inch. He immediately pushed on her back to stop her, their personal spaces merging.

“Not having you by my side is fatal.” He dropped his voice to a low rumble, her grin melting into the soft smile. Their lips met in a slow kiss, no heat to it, just pure emotions.

They remained like that for a prolonged moment, his hands carefully pressing her to his chest. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making their bodies move in a swaying motion.

Jackie burst their bubble. “You, lovebirds, the brides are about to arrive, cut it out.”

Ethan pressed his lips to Claire’s one last time, then leaned away. Their noses brushed against one another as their eyes met. He whispered gently. “I’ll come find you after the ceremony.”

She pecked his cheek sweetly. “Can’t wait.”

He wasn’t particularly a fan of weddings. He wasn’t invited to a lot of them, either. If combined with his dislike for big social gatherings, one would come to the conclusion that Ethan Ramsey was miserable right in that moment.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

As Ines and Angie exchange vows and talk about their love for each other, his eyes find Claire. Sitting in her chair across the aisle, she’s holding Sienna’s hand and passing her a tissue. She’s all anyone could ever ask for, and the mere sight of her makes him fall down into the void of memories.

How far he’s come as a person. A cynic that dreaded what a new year would bring along with a new batch of interns. A man that had only two people in his life that he could call friends. A man that went to the bar every night to forget the day behind him, only to go back to his empty apartment. All of that was so long ago that he barely recognized that version of himself anymore. He was so different now.

He smiled more. Laughed, even, and found that he didn’t find stupid jokes Lahela made all the time half as annoying as he once did. He didn’t spend every waking moment at work. Instead, he enjoyed his time off. Still at a bar, but not to drink away his worries. Not alone – not anymore.

Now, he had someone to come home to.

Claire shook her head as she laughed at what Zaid said and Ethan’s heartbeat quickened. They grew together as people too, and along with that, their relationship evolved.

From the night they spent together in the NICU, when her head slowly fell onto his shoulder and he couldn’t find a single cell in his body to tell him to lean away. Because he wanted her to be close. It was the first moment in which he thought that maybe this brilliant woman was meant to be more to him than just an intern – and right after that, he squashed the idea back down.

Every hold of her hand, every silent sign of support, he cherished it all. Unknowingly falling deeper for the woman that would become the center of his universe before he realized what was happening.

Their kiss in Miami would be at the forefront of his mind in his every living second until he kissed her again. Growing stronger with each time his resolve broke and their lips met, softly or with wild abandonment.

The first time he could call her his – the first time he had her to himself. He knew in that moment that he was ruined for everyone else. No one would ever make him feel that way, ever again. He knew it damn well – and yet, he still fought against it.

Absence makes heart grow fonder. He now knew it was true. Months he spent away from her, keeping her at arm’s length, taught him as much. How could he deny those words when the moment he pulled her closer to him outside his apartment and their lips touched, he felt his mind go blank and his heart stop. He vowed to never let her leave again. To never lose her.

And then he almost did.

The thought alone made his muscles spasm, and he was a millisecond away from running to her side, just to feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat. Leaving her side now, even if only for a moment, even to do their job, caused a silent voice to go off in his head. A wave of panic usually followed, staying with him until he saw her again.

Thankfully, nowadays, she was within his reach most of the time. She never asked why he sometimes needed to pull her close and just hold onto her – she knew.

He felt the corners of his lips rise on their own accord. She was radiant in every second of every day. In that moment, she was the most beautiful person there. The idea that it was him that she continuously chose to be with, day after day, only made him smile wider.

This was it for him. He found his one and only, as cliché as that sounded – he knew it for sure. Guess weddings really did make people reflect on love after all.

Ethan was very much aware of how lovestruck he must have been looking in that moment. With his eyes on Claire, he was a picture of a man in love – and he was finally ready to admit that he was. He loved her.

Almost as though she could hear his thoughts, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes met and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face. His lips moved as he mouthed the words, her smile becoming gentler.

“I’m yours.”

She mouthed it right back to him.

Music wasn’t as obnoxious as he anticipated it to be. That didn’t, of course, mean that he condoned every dance move he saw the guests do. He decided to not complain, though – it was a day to be happy, he wouldn’t bring anyone down with his opinion on their questionable choices of moves.

Currently, he was seated by the table, nursing his whiskey. Mirani twins, Tobias and Naveen sat beside him, all five men watching their colleagues party with wine glasses in their hands.

“How long, do you think, will it take for one of them to break a glass?” Baz asked, leaning out of his seat to see his friends better. Zaid grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Any second now. And my bet is on Varma.”

“Why?” Tobias’s face twisted in confusion as he turned towards him, intrigued. Zaid shrugged.

“Because she can.”

Ethan tuned their conversation out, choosing instead to look at his girlfriend. She danced with Sienna, laughing as they sang along to the song. Her dress moved with her, flowing through the air elegantly. He felt the urge to stand up and walk up to her.

“Ramsey, you do know you can just walk up to her instead of sitting here and pining for her, right?” Tobias snickered, punching Ethan’s shoulder playfully. He scoffed, leaning away with a hint of a burn in his cheeks.

“I’m not pining for her.”

“You are.” All four of his companions replied.

He was so distracted by their words that he failed to notice an approaching form. Her hand landed on his shoulder softly, the tips of her nails scratching the back of his neck. Knowing who it was, he leaned into her touch, breathing out deeply.

“Sorry, gentlemen, but I’m stealing him.” she mused happily, dragging her hand down his arm until her fingers tangled with his. Ethan let her pull her up, looping his arm around her waist.

“Stealing is bad, Herondale.” Tobias shot back, moving his eyebrows suggestively at the couple. Claire opened her mouth to speak, but Ethan beat her to the punch.

“She can’t steal something that’s already hers.” He grinned at them, then turned towards her. Claire’s jaw dropped in surprise at his boldness, her posture softening enough for him to pull her away from the table, smirking. Faintly, he heard Tobias’s words.

“Married. For sure.”

Ethan’s arms wrapped around her, fingers hooked onto her hipbones. She threw her arms around his neck, staring up at him with a soft smile. A slow song began playing and one look at where the DJ was situated told them who was behind this change. Ines grinned at them, giving them thumbs up and a cheeky wink.

“Is it just me, or is everyone trying to tell us something?” Claire giggled, nuzzling her nose against his jaw. He kissed her nose gently.

“So, you noticed it too?”

“Kinda hard not to. Girls said we’re acting like a married couple at least twice today.” she traced the lapel of his jacket, laughing quietly at the recognition in his eyes.

“Guys did it too.” Ethan muttered, tightening his hold on her. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“And how does that make you feel?”

He was silent for a long while. They swayed to the song, tuning out everything else. To her surprise, he didn’t tense up – nothing about his posture spelled out the doubts he once told her he had.

“Not as terrified as it did before.”

Claire leaned back to look at him. Their eyes met, tender understanding in them. Ethan leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, perfectly soft and not nearly deep enough. She clutched his lapel in her fist, creasing the fabric with how strong her pull was. His fingers dug into her back, skipping past the coarser material of her bodice and gripping the soft silk of her skirt. A voice in the back of his head told him to loosen up the hold or he’ll mark the fabric, but the overwhelming need he felt for her overshadowed everything else and he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

The song ended and with it, their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, they caught their breath, standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Blissfully unaware of how much attention they gathered with their tender moment.

Ethan opened his eyes and finally allowed his mind to register the music again. Some sort of a fast tune that made people around them go mad. His girlfriend stared at him with an unspoken question, and he got the meaning perfectly well.

With a definite move, he dipped her onto the floor. She giggled, the sound breaking through the loud music to reach his ears. Ethan smirked, throwing her back into his arms. With his lips against her ear, he mused hotly.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Her leg wrapped around his thigh, pushing their bodies closer. His voice broke off and his breath shuddered at the way their bodies clashed and the suggestive smirk she sent his way. His hand fell to her ass, all inhibitions gone.

“Ethan!” she exclaimed, laughing at the carefree smile he gave her. He moved his hand a bit, albeit begrudgingly.

“Can you blame me? You’re irresistible.” He muttered, kissing the shell of her ear. Claire hummed, then twirled out of his hold and back into it, jumping into his arms with her legs wrapped around his hips. Ethan groaned deeply in his throat, making her smirk.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve too.”

Notes

This is a part 2 to the Mile High Club fic. As I said, PB could have made the chapter so good with all the wedding themes that I’d lose my wig. Writers apparently don’t know how to do basic research into fiction themes, but that’s okay (kinda). It just means I have more material to work with.

Round two smut is coming soon.

Thank you for reading! <3

Tagging separately

#ethan ramsey #open heart #playchoices

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Green Eggs and Ham: “Train” Review or A Little Better Now (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Hello you happy people and all aboard! We’re back on the Green Eggs and Ham Train for a Train themed episode. Train. As you can tell I like trains... admitely I don’t see enough episodes et on them and I don’t buy books or obess on them but I like the idea of a train, the comfort, the use of a mode of travel that was once common but is now simply used on occasion with the dawn of air travel, and it confining our heroes to a smaller space with limited room to move. it’s good stuff. I even tolerae the band train... I mean yes their music is okay at best, but the lyrics.. are wonderfully delightfully insane. Who else would use a garbage bag as a genuine romantic metaphor?

When last we left off things ere a bit ehhhhhhhhhhh: Sam went from delightfully quirky with some issues ot adress to annoying, and Michelle went from kin dof a bitch ot ENTIRELY THAT BITCH. Outside of Guy’s mental breakdown/heatstroke episode involving hallucinations of green eggs and ham, yes that did in fact happen, it wasn’t much to write home about and I worried the series simply had a good PILOT but the series itself wasn’t going to be fun sit through.

If I was right or I was rilla.. will have to wait till after the cut. But first as always i’d like to thank the person who payed for this episode Emma Fici. Emma is one of my closest friends and one of two patreon patreons. If you’d like a reivew of your choice eveyr month guarnateed, then please hop over to patreon.com/popculturebuffet and back me at the 5 dollar level. You also get access to my exclusive discord where I ocasoinally post about work in progress stuff and tlak to my falns, to pick a short any time I do one and EXCLUSIVE review, as well as helping me hit my stretch goals. So line up, sign up then join me under the cut.

So we pick up where we left off with Guy hurtling into a lake. Eh I dunno i’ve heard being naked ina lake is pretty neat.

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All you’d have to do is take off the hat and your there. But Sam saves him wiht the weird train of hats he put at the end of the car for some reason, and our heroes are saved.. but down a vehicle. Oh and Sam’s vehiclular neglgence costs a bunch of fish their home.

And our heroes are without a car and Guys at the end of his rope with Sam.. I mean granted he’s been there since he met the guy but it’s down to like the tiniest thred, not helped by Sam casually stealing his wallet to pay for train tickets depsite Guy , UNDERSTANDABLY, not wanting to hang out with the guy who has stolen with him, gotten him implicate din animal trafficing and dosen’t really respect personal space. Also it’s taken me embarassingly long to remember Micheal Douglas played my boy Hank Pym in the Ant Man and the Wasp films. Seroiusly I don’t know HOW I forgot that, him being aged up and thus unable to do ANY of the things he is constnatly denied credit for in canon (Founding the avengers, being the first ant man.. and the first goliath and the first yellow jacket and the first giant man.. and the only doctor pym...).. but instead the film kept his troubled nature and ego, but removed the domestic abuse (which is something I will not go into but needless to say the comics version went above and beyond to try and make up for that and redeem himself soley because it was the right hting to do) and by making im older still gav ehim a roll as Scott’s mentor. What i’m getting at is I freaking love Hank Pym and I could’ve been making hank pym jokes for several episdoes now. That’s a mistake I itned to recitfy.. right away as Guy looses his suitcase as a result of it and whie he lcaims not to be bothered his voice says otherwise. Eh i’m sure the world can wait for ultron Guy.

So anyway, Guy reluctantly agrees to the train travel idea and being parked across from Sam on the grounds he has no real other options. Meanwhile the BAD GUYZ.. and i’ve also decided to drop spoilers as the series is two years old, most people reading this have probably seen the series, and it makes analysis rough when I have to dance around spoilers. So yeah the BAD GUYZ aren’t villians.. kind of a dickhead on the blue guys part, but not EVIL. They figure out their going by train it’s a whole thing.

ON the train we run into michelle again...

Yeahhh for the first half she’s as inusfferable as she was the last two episodes and it lead me to believie the rest of the series was going to be constant suffering as she’d be in every episode, likely because they DID get Diane Keaton for this and you don’t waste Diane Keaton. You just don’t. But while they got their money’s worth in having her on screne wise they just..w asted her for the first 2 and a half episodes: Michelle is a judgemental, unpleasnt suffocating bitch and it’s going to take a lot , even if this episode helped, to make me truly like her as a person.

Case in point her first two scenes this episode are just.. dragging her daughter past a play place uncarring about her feelings because while I DO get she cares about her child’s saftey and is terrified afte rloosing her husband.. it dosen’t EXCUSE her actions. It dosen’t forgive her locking her daughter up constanlty, not talking to her like a human being and oh yeah PUTTING A FUCKING LOCK ON HER SHE CAN CONTROL. I mean my god I don’t think they INTENDED for her to come off as abusive as she does, and i’ve seen far worse inteitonally and untietionally, but it’s still not remotely plesant. There is a larger issue baked into that the episode brings about, but we’ll get to that.

And naturally at breakfast.. she procedes to top herself. ONCE AGAIN she treats guy like trash as guy UNDERSTANDABLY didn’t want to talk to her after her previous layers of bullshit which, just as a refresher, involved insulting his invention constnatly (even if it turned out ot be dangerous she did not know that till the last second) then refusing to help a man BAKING in the desert and mocking him to his face.

So yeah unsuprisingly instead of you know, APOLOGIZING for that episode or anything else she mocks him again and calls him sad. I just.. I get they were trying to have her come off as a jerk and then slowly develop.. but you can’t overdue the jerk part. It has to be juts the right amount and if it is this much there has to be a commpuance. There is none as far as I can tell because god is a spiteful two faced prick.

So naturally Sam forces the two parties together, and orders green eggs and ham for everyone, except guy who refuses. We do get a really great bit though as EB turns down the idea and we get a tremendous rant from Micheal Douglas as he talks about how a girl in his clash, veyr likely just him, got a rash from tring new things and you shouldn’t and to watch out for the scarlet beetle he’ll steel your ants and try to conquer your planet and is not a guy in a costume but in fact an actual beetle. EB naturally tries it.

We get a brief interlude with Snerz that’s funny enough: he outright calls his visotrs flunkies, they enter to the song money, and his minon throws dollar bills at their feet. I imagine this is what visitng Mar a Largo is like. They turn up his noses until he mentions getting a chickarffe for his animal crutelty wall. And i’m torn about Snerz. On one hand he can be generally entertaining in his dickery.. but ont he other I do question why he’s in EVERY episode. We don’t NEED him in eveyr one and I feel he’s only in them because Eddie Izzard was expensive so they had to get him as a regular to justify the cost. We really DONT’ need this scene funny as it is and it adds nothing so far. Maybe i’m wrong and these guys end up being important. I don’t know.

So yeah so far this episode was miserable getting through and I expected it to be another long sit... I was wrong. The second half.. is really damn good and reminded me why I liked this series so much. No really. We get two stories,both really good following one half of each pair teaming up. As for why their split Guy is annoyed with Sam, as well as dosen’t want him letting the chickaraffe out because you know lots of people dosen’t want ot go to jail and leaves to find a quiet place to work on watching paint dry while Michelle tucks a sleeping EB in, her first really truly humanizing moment, which should NOT have taken three episodes but hey, i’ll take it, and goes to find the same.

So starting with Sam and EB, naturally Sam takes all of a minute to let his buddy out and it gets loose on top of the train. EB hears the familiar sound and gives chase and the two meet properly. After Sam covers for his buddy and realizes the creature is asleep in his car safe now, he properly talks to EB and we get a truly magical sequnece: The two talk with Sam whoelheartdly supporting her free spirit and finally giving the girl what she badly needed: someone who treated her not as something to be tied down but you know.. a child who just wants some expression and as she literally lets her hair down, It’s truly adorable and it just has a magical quanitity as they enjoy the beautiful view from the train top.

Granted this takes at urn later when EB brings up her mom, and Sam.. supports her mom, pointing out she’s just looking out for her.. which she is but in a deeply unehalthy way and I don’t like the show just.. brushing over Michelle’s terrible actions because “she’s her mom”. But it’s also hard to tell if they are: Sam’s mom left him as we’ll find out, so he likely colors his memories of her rosey and simply envys EB still HAVING hers. It’s not BAD stuff but I don’t like a work saying “You should love your family just beacause your related”. Instead of because they lovea nd support you and if they dont’ love you or treat you remotely well or don’t give an ass about you fuck them. Thankfully I DO love my family and have no issues with them, my immediate family at least, but i’ve had friens with downright abusive or neglectful parents. It’s not that black and white. Ducktales also hammered in the family theme but was transparent in how it can me messy, harm each other and that it took true love and consideratoin for it to work at it’s core.

It’s still not a terrible scene and what comes next is neat as earlier it was shown the train has loops, because Seussworld, and now that’s a problem because their on top of it. Michelle’s jail braclet thing ends up coming in handy the first loop, as while she can’t unstick it means she and sam can suririvie it. They do get it loose, turns out the password was indeed password, because of course, and they end up narrowly suriving a roller coaster bit of track, with the help of MR. Jenkins who I can finally name because EB names her in the next scene. Understanding her need for a pet, Sam deputizes her, and gets her back in bed in time for the next plot.

Speaking of which winding back a bit as these two go back and forth, Guy goes through two rather hilarious cars: First a bath car that has a bubsby berkely style water number and then a model train car.. with the train on the track showing guy watching guy watchin gthe train etc.

It’s great. Guy ends up finding the quiet car.. and Michelle. And in her first scene of acting like a human being and not if julie powers was a soccer mom, Michelle, while standosfish as usual, not only unites with guy to shush a loud guy in the car, but is genuinely apricative when Guy helps her get her place back, she was doing some literal bean counting.

The two genuinely hit it off, first with some adorable silent bits and then by talking, with Michelle appreciating his now safer job and warming up to him. Keaton and Douglas have GENUINE chemestry and it annoys me itt took the series this long to use that instead of wasting Diane Keaton on being

It’s really great stuff and i’m actually rooting for the two.. once she gets her shit together obviously. Guy does make the mistake of lying abotu knowing about the chikcaraffe.

This ends up being bad as he finds out EB knows the next day and after she leaves the car RIGHTFULLY tears the fuck into same for getting him accused of crime, stealing from him and now puttin ghim in a precarious situation. While Guy DID lie, he idd so well meaningly and trying to impress someone whose ineherntly judgmeental. Douglas also does REALY well in the scene, calling sam out but it dosen’t feel cruel.. it’s justified. While guy is miserable and does need to work on himself.. Sam also needs to work on himself and is putting guy in serious danger just by forcing him into his animal smuggling scheme.

So Guy leaves.. and naturally given the unvierse hate shim runs into the BAD GUYZ, who aren’t much better. No really they refuse to belieive guy might be innocent, use excessive force on everyone. They have better GOALS than sam but I woudln’t really call them good people. Smash to black and we’re out.

Final Thoughts: This one was better. As I said the first half or rather third drags slightly but once we get to the two seperate plotlines it’s REALLY damn good stuff and reminded me what the series was capable of in character in creativity. Hopefully it keeps this up

Next Time on the Blog: We return to mewni for the penultimate chapter of season 3 as Moon and Eclipsa have some fundemtnal disgareemnts on how to handle Meteora that wind up costing both dearly.

See you at the next rainbow

#green eggs and ham #guy am I #sam I am #dr seuss #netflix #animation #patreon

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sassyduckqueen · 5 years ago

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30 Days of Lukanette- Missed Connection

Based on Chameleon. Hope you enjoy :)

Also I edited Flavor again and changed it from Ladybug happening to Feast happening instead so in this AU, Ladybug hasn't happened yet.

The ones that have happened Backwarder, Weredad, Bakerix, Startrain, Kwami Buster, Animaestro, Desperda, Chrismaster, Oblivio, The Puppeteer 2, Silencer and the Battle of the Miraculous. Some of these were made into chapters but some of them weren't.

The ones that haven't happened and will be turned into chapters or mentioned are Party Crasher, Reflekdoll, Gamer 2.0, Stormy Weather 2, Ikari Gozen, Time Tagger, Cat Blanc, Ladybug, Oni-Chan and Felix

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"Ok so you know what this one does?" Marinette asked, holding up the green potion. Luka was laid on her bed with Sass curled up on his chest as they talked Miraculous business. She had made some of the power up potions for him and was teaching him what each one did.

"That's the aqua potion," He stated, looking at her. "It gives the kwami the ability to adapt to water so the user can breathe underwater and swim faster then they could naturally,"

"Good," She smiled before holding up the blue one. "This one?"

"Ice right?" He asked, getting a nod off her. "Gives the holder ice skates,"

"And?" She asked but he bit his lip as he thought. She felt herself blush as he looked cute when he did that.

"Immunity to be turned into an ice statue?" He asked.

"I don't think so," She replied. "But it does give you cold resistance so you can survive in extreme cold,"

"Oh cool," He smiled before he realized the unintentional joke as Marinette smiled. "Pun not intended,"

"But accepted," She smiled before holding up the red potion. "This one?"

"That's the fire one I think," He explains. "Similar to the ice one but opposite in effect,"

"Yep and this one does make you fire resistance but we've only needed to use the water and ice ones so far," She explained before holding up the yellow potion.

"That's the psychic one?" He asked, unsure. She shook her head. "Flight?"

"Nope," She replied. "It's the luck potion. It makes the user immunity to any form of luck so if we had a villain that's ability was to curse people with bad luck, we're used this. It can also be used to gain extreme perception if needed,"

"Cool," He smiled as she held up the orange potion. "That's the earth one,"

"Very good," She smiled. "What does it do?"

"Makes it easier to climb trees,"

"And to go through swamps, jungles and subterranean areas as well mountain like areas," She explains. "The costume gains grips on the hand and feet areas so you can climb anything. Also if you can't see in the dark naturally, this potion will allow you to do so,"

"Awesome," Luka grinned.

"Ok. Purple?"

"That's one the flight one right?"

"Yeah," She smiled. "We gain wings as part of it and it also makes it easier for us to be in the sky at extreme heights so no fear of heights and we can breathe as normal. Also friction, air pressure and temperature don't affect us with this potion. Ok last but not least. Pink?"

"Um.... that one's unlimited power up?" He asked before frowning as she shook her head.

"No. It's the psychic potion. Makes us immune to any villain that has psychic abilities but also increases our own nature 'sixth senses'... like your music gift. It's a form of empathy which is a type of psychic ability so if you used this potion, you'd be able to hear people's heart songs more then you already do,"

"That is pretty awesome but I could imagine it would get noisy," He replied, gently stroking Sass's head as Marinette gets up and walks over to her draw.

"So I know Sass really likes cakes so I made him some mini cake slices that I baked the potions into," She smiled, taking out a little box and handing them to Luka. "I've also made some bread for Longg so Ryuko can also use the transformations,"

"Marinette, you're amazing," He smiled, making her blush. "Do you want to go out and get a bite to eat?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," She smiled softly, moving the hair out of her eyes. He smiled and poked Sass lightly in the head.

"I was sleeeping, Luka," The little snake yawned as Tikki giggled before the two kwamis flew up as their owners got their jackets and leave the room.

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Marinette smiled to herself as she entered her classroom before noticing that the seating plan had been arranged. She rose an eyebrow before noticing Alya and Nino sat together and the only seat left was next to Adrien. She felt a stab of pain in her heart before shaking her head and walking up to Alya.

"Hey, Alya," She smiled weakly. "You didn't rearrange the seating plan so I could sit next to Adrien, did you? Cause you know he's dating Kagami and I really think that it would be a bad idea if I sat next to him,"

"Easy there, Marinette. Miss Bustier asked us to rearrange the seating plan so she could have a place in the front. I'm sorry but we had to put you in the back. I hope you don't mind," Alya frowned, making Marinette frown before she whispered to her. "Plus I know you're still hurt over the whole Adrien dating Kagami so you could actually have space to breathe and relax, maybe doodle some designs down without Miss Bustier actually seeing you,"

She winked, clearly thinking it was a good idea.

"I know it must be hard for you to see him in class and all so I figured a bit space might help. I hope you don't mind that you're in the back,"

"Um... no I guess but who's sitting at the front?" She asked, as Miss Bustier came in.

"Good morning, students," Miss Bustier smiled as she walked in. "I assume you all know that Lila is back from her trip to Atua and is back in school again,"

"Hi everyone," Lila smiled, waving as she walked in. Marinette frowned.

"Hi, Lila,"

"Ooh a seat in the front row," She gasped, dramatically. "You all remembered my hearing issue. You're such sweethearts! All of you!"

She threw fake kisses towards everyone as Marinette watched in annoyance.

"You have a hearing problem, Lila?"

"Yes. I suffer from Tinnitus, a constant ringing in my left ear," She stated, coldly. "I've had ever since the sound of an airplane engine burst my eardrum on the run way when I was saving Jagged Stone's lost kitten,"

"Oh, that's so terrible. How did you manage to hear a single thing at Jagged Stone's concert?" Marinette asked. "And doesn't Jagged have a crodile?"

"Now, it is. Yes but it use to be a kitten before he found he was allergic," She replied. "As for a concert, I haven't been to one recently,"

"Really? Because I saw you backstage at his most recent one," She replied but Lila laughed.

"Are you sure it was me?"

"Oh, I'm certain,"

"Oh really?"

"Really," Marinette smiled as Lila glared at her before showing her a clear picture of her, Luka and Jagged that had clearly had Lila in the background. "Weren't you suppose to be in Atau at that point?"

Lila's face almost drained off color before she laughed it off.

"Oh that was this weekend just gone-"

"It was three weeks ago, Lila," Adrien pointed out. "I was also at that gig and I saw you there too,"

"Was it? Oh man I didn't realize," She smiled slyly, playing dumb. "The jag lag must have gotten to me. I'm so sorry, Miss Bustier,"

"That's ok, Lila. These things happen," She smiled, causing Marinette to frown deeply. "Marinette, do you mind taking a seat so I can begin my lesson?"

"Miss Bustier, why do I have to sit in the back?" Marinette sighed, making Miss Bustier frown.

"Do you have trouble with your hearing, Marinette?" She asked, concerned. "We can work around if you do,"

"My eyesight and hearing are good so I'll sit in the back of the class," Adrien piped up. "Marinette, you can sit next to Lila-"

"No!" Both Lila and Marinette gasped, making everyone frown.

"Oh no... my return is causing trouble," Lila sighed. "Maybe I should have just stayed on the other side of the world. If Marinette has an issue too then I should be the one to go sit in the back. It's ok,"

The whole class gasped, looking at Marinette angrily. She sighed in defeat and shook her head.

"I don't actually have any sight or hearing problems..." She mumbled, thinking about her options. She could lie like Lila and make up some story but then she'd be just as bad and it's probably a bad idea for her to sit next to Adrien anyway. It's not like she minded someone sitting next to Adrien but what she did mind was that Lila had lied to the class just so she could sit next to him. Taking a deep breathe, she looked at Miss Bustier. "I'm sorry to disturb your class, Miss. I'll sit at the back,"

With that, she sat down but found herself getting more and more annoyed as Lila intentionally flirted with Adrien, who seemed extremely uncomfortable with it. However, Miss Bustier started her lesson and Marinette's anger went away with it. The rest of the morning was uneventful but soon, Lunch time turned up and Marinette found herself, walking to a table with her food tray. To her annoyance, Lila was getting people to bring her dishes, claiming she couldn't carry them herself due to an injured wrist. What annoyed Marinette even more was most of Kitty Section was been used by her. She pulled Juleka aside.

"Why are you getting her food?"

"Oh, she can't carry it herself," She mumbled, making Marinette frown.

"She's lying, Juleka,"

"W-what? No, she isn't,"

"She is and she's using you," She mumbled, making Juleka frown. "Look, what if I could prove it?"

"Um..."

"She said her wrist is sprained right?" She asked, causing Juleka to nod. Marinette grabbed a napkin. "Hey, Lila. You forgot your napkin,"

She threw it at her and naturally, Lila caught it without hesitation.

"Oh, I didn't realize your wrist had gotten better," Marinette smiled, victorious but Lila realized what she had done.

"Oww," She gasped in a delayed reaction. "Once I was in India, I witnessed someone getting their eye gourded out with the corner of a napkin. If I hadn't caught it, Max would have lost his eye. I didn't have a choice. Owww!"

"That's impossible!" Marinette gasped, getting more annoyed.

"Lila, you saved my eye!" Max gasped.

"Lila's in more pain now because of you," Kim frowned.

"Are you proud of yourself?"

"Don't blame Marinette. She was just trying to give me a napkin," Lila gasped, smiling at her. Marinette had enough at this point. She stood up and stormed out of the dining room before going to bathroom. She took a few deep breathes as she tried to calm down but someone came in.

"Marinette?" Lila's voice instantly grated on her nerves. She faced her as the girl walked over and reached out towards her. "Are you crying?"

"No, I'm not," She snapped, frowning. Lila frowned and withdrew her hand.

"I can sense you don't like me but I don't understand why," She gasped. "We barely know each other,"

Marinette's mind flicked back to when she called her out as Ladybug and to when Lila basically called Luka a loser for been akumatized and that she had a thing for villains. Clearly, Lila thought she could win over Marinette and pretend that didn't happen but Marinette knew her game.

"Don't tell me it's because of this new seating arrangement in class!" Lila gasped, looking upset. Marinette knew it was fake but she had to give credit where it was due. Lila may be a bad person but her acting skill was amazing. Marinette huffed and turned to the side, not wanting to face the trickster. "It is!"

Marinette frowned.

"Of course. You're jealous because I was sitting next to Adrien. You would have given anything to sit there yourself," She replied. "We shouldn't fight over a boy. You and I could be friends. In fact, I could help you with Adrien,"

"You and I will only be friends the day you stop lying, Lila," Marinette replied, facing her. Lila frowned. "Also Adrien has a girlfriend and unlike you, I respect that,"

She gasped, looking shocked at Marientte's words.

"I can't prove it but I know for a fact that you don't have Tinnitus, that your wrist is just fine, that you don't know Prince Ali because you've never even set foot in Achu and despite what you got Alya to write on her blog, Ladybug has never saved your life!" Marinette gasped before pinching her nose. "Honestly, I don't care about the seating plan. I care that you're using everyone and lying through your teeth to look good,"

For a moment, Lila looked shocked but her facade finally dropped and she grinned wickedly.

"I only tell people what they want to hear," She replied, smirking.

"It's called lying!"

"There's nothing you can do about it anyway," Lila stated, calmly. "People can't resist when they hear what they like to hear,"

She walked forward, making Marinette step back.

"If you don't want to be my friend... fine," She smiled wickedly. "But soon, you won't have any friends left at all and trust me, I'll make sure you don't get close to Adrien in class or anywhere. He'll hate you by the time I'm finished. Everyone will,"

She slammed her hands on the wall by Marinette's head and moved in closer.

"You seem a little less dumb then the others so I'll give you one last chance," She threatened. "You're either with me or against me,"

Marinette stared at her in shock and fear as Lila continued.

"You don't have to answer me right away," She smirked. "I'll give you to the end of class today,"

With that, she moved away and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Marinette shaken up from the encounter. She knew Lila was bad but this was a whole different level of wicked then she was use to. Hell, she'd rather face Miracle Queen again. After all Chloe's betrayal came from a place of suffering. Lila just seemed to enjoy hurting and using people. She rushed to the toilet stall and locked the door as Tikki popped out of her bag.

"I thought Chloe was evil but Lila takes the whole cake," She gasped, feeling tears stinging her eyes. "She's like a super villain who doesn't even need a costume,"

"You mustn't let her get to you, Marinette,"

"She threatened me, Tikki," She gasped. "If I don't manage to expose her lies, she'll ruin my life. She'll turn everyone against me,"

She felt her anger build so she hit the wall before she burst into tears. Lila was truly a horrible person.

"Marinette! Look out!" Tikki gasped, making her look up. Her eyes widen in shock as she saw the purple butterfly.

"An akuma!?" She gasped, jumping up as it flew towards her.

"You can resist it, Marinette!" Tikki encouraged. "Hawkmoth's power only effects people who think there's no solution to the problems,"

The butterfly was so close she could feel the flutter of her wings.

"And you always find a solution!" Tikki gasped.

"You're right!" Marinette gasped, smiling before staring at the butterfly. "You won't get me! I'm proud, I'm confident. I'm Marinette!"

The butterfly flew off and Marinette grinned before transforming with Tikki to go after it. She went to go out the door but saw Adrien and gasped, closing the door and looking around. Seeing the air vent, she used her yoyo to open it and climbed up into the vent before heading up to the roof. She crawled out and frowned to herself as she saw Adrien acting completely out of character. He stole Nino's hand and jumped up onto the roof, saying something about been at the effiel tower before leaving the school. Ladybug followed him. She saved a mother and child getting hit from the bus and made her way to the effiel tower. When she got there, she saw Adrien on the edge of the tower, walking across it. She jumped and landed on the edge.

"Adrien!"

"Help me, Ladybug! I'm losing my balance!" He shouted before he misplaced his footing and fell. Ladybug jumped down and rescued him, getting a cheer from the crown. "Oh my princess charming! You saved my life!"

He went to kiss her but she pushed him back and jumped away.

"You're not Adrien!" She gasped, making him grin.

"You're right! I'm Chameleon!" He smirked. "You're getting better at this, Ladybug, which is a good thing. It will make this fight all the more interesting,"

He charged at her, swinging his fists and trying to kiss her. She blocked and fought back, avoiding his attempts. She grabbed him and threw him on the ground before taking the hat and tore it in half. To her surprise, there was no akuma. When she looked down, she saw he had vanished. She jumped up and flew off.

(***)

Ladybug jumped around as she searched for the new villain. So far, she was still alone so she took out a phone and sent a text to Cat, Ryuko and Viperion before she continued to look around.

"Ladybug!" A little boy yelled, making her look at him. "I saw the villain running away,"

He pointed to the merry go round.

"Thanks," She smiled. "Don't stay here, okay? It's dangerous!"

She turned around to face the merry go round, spinning her yoyo but before she could do anything, a woman cried out that she had found her son, making her turn round. The kid jumped at her as if to kiss her but before he could, Cat Noir jumped in front of her taking the kiss. The kid transformed into him as he felt asleep. Chameleon went to grab his ring but she stopped him before he turned to her.

"It's down to you and me, Ladybug!" He shouted before summoning his power. The two of them started to fight but Ladybug got the upper hand and headed to the tower again. She summoned her luck charm and received a shirt. Unsure what to do with it, she wrapped it around her wrist and fought him. She grabbed his baton and broke it but again, it contained nothing. He fought with her more and finally got the upper hand, pinning her down while he tried to kiss her. She pushed back his head and held back his arm but he was pushing against her, getting closer. Before he could kiss her though, a green blurt suddenly knocked into him, throwing him off. "Well, well. Looks we got a snake in the grass,"

"I take it you're not Cat," Viperion asked, dodging the attacks off the villain. He tried to kiss him but Viperion grabbed his arm and twisted it, slamming him against the side of the tower. "And what's with the kissing? Haven't you heard of consent?"

"Viper! Use his cataclysm on the floor here!" Ladybug shouted. Viperion nodded and twisted him around, forcing his hand on the floor. The three of them fell into the bar area. Chameleon jumped up and went to kiss Ladybug but she shoved an oyster on his lips, forcing him to kiss it. The villain looked shocked before he turned into another oyster. Viperion picked it up as they both hear the muffled cries of a girl.

"Well, seems like we have a shellfish villain,"

"Leave the puns to me, Danger Noodle," Cat Noir laughed, jumping down. "I take it they clammed up?"

Ladybug laughed and rolled her eyes before picking up the oyster.

"Anyway, we're not out of the woods yet," Cat Noir stated. "Any idea where the Akumatized object is?"

"I have an idea," Ladybug replied. "Waiter... if you don't mind,"

She handed the oyster and the t-shirt to her and the woman opened it, revealing a black pearl. Ladybug took it inbetween her finger and thumbs.

"Now we can find out what you really look like, Chameleon," She mumbled.

"You'll see," Cat replied. "It's an old acquaintance,"

"I dread to think," Viperion replied before Ladybug broke it and purified the akuma. The oyster turned into Lila to both Viperion and Ladybug's surprise, who seemed confused.

"Lila?!"

"Ladybug?!" She asked, moving back a little.

"At least, now you can say I saved your life for real. Truce?" She asked, holding out her hand. Lila looked at it surprised. Lila sighed and before smiling and shaking her hand.

"Thanks, Ladybug," She replied. "I'd be honored to call you my friend,"

"Yeah? I'm happy to hear that," She smiled. "Some advice. You don't have to lie and pretend to be something you're not. People will like you for just who you are,"

"You have my word, Ladybug," Lila smiled before her eyes flickered to Viperion. "Oh, wow! You're Viperion right? I'm a huge fan! Not that I'm not a fan of you two,"

"It's cool, Lila," Cat Noir smiled. "Danger Noodle, here, is pretty awesome,"

"And has to be else where I'm afraid. It was nice to meet you, Lila," Viperion replied but it wasn't in his usual wise voice. Not that Lila noticed. "Cat, Bug. A pleasure as always,"

With that, he ran off before he jumped down, disappearing. Ladybug's eyes lingered on him for a moment before she turned to Lila as both hers and Cat's miraculouses beeped.

"I'm sorry, Lila. We have to go. Will you be ok?"

"I'll be fine!" She smiled. The two heroes flew off and Lila finally dropped her act as she glared evilly at them. She got up and took the lift down to the ground floor. As she exited, a limo pulled up and the door opened. She rose an eyebrow as it appeared no one was inside it.

"Lila Rossi... I think it's time we met in person, don't you?" Hawkmoth's voice surprised her. She stepped back but her back hit something and she spun round. To her surprise, Mayura was stood there, smirking. "Why do you get in and I'll have you dropped off anyway you want after we've had a talk?"

She looked around before getting into the car. The doors closed and the limo drove off. Luka slipped out from his hiding place and frowned as he sent the photo he took to Marniette before he got on his bike and cycled off, getting back on his shift.

(***)

Marinette frowned to herself as she looked at the picture Luka had sent her. She'd have to look into it as Ladybug but she's not surprised that Hawkmoth had his eyes on Lila. While she was an awful person, she was a gifted actress and liar. They would have to take extra precaution with her. After all, a leopard doesn't change it's spots and while she had given Lila some advice to stop lying, she was doubtful she would. Of course, Lila thought Ladybug believed her so she could use that to her advantage. Nino and Alya came up to her as she closed the picture.

"Thanks for sitting next to me, Alya," She smiled.

"No problem, girl," She grinned. "I'm glad our seating plan's gone back to the way it was. Hey, you doing anything tonight?"

"I'm watching Kitty Section's band practice," Marinette replied. "Do you guys want to come? I can ask Luka,"

"Sure," Alya smiled as Adrien walked down the steps. "Hey, Adrien. Do you want to come and watch Kitty Section's band practice with Kagami?"

"Oh, we can't. My dad actually booked us a table at the Casa Bini," He smiled before waving at them as he gets into the limo. Marinette rose an eyebrow as she looked at it.

"I better go," She smiled. "I'll message you once I've asked Luka,"

"Ok, girl! See you later!" Alya waved, along with Nino. Marinette turned around but found herself face to face with Lila.

"I see you've made your decision, Marinette," She grinned, evilly before leaning in to her. "From now on, you and I are at war. You will lose your friends and wind up all alone. And Adrien will soon be mine,"

"We'll see about that, Lila," Marinette replied, coolly. "For one, Adrien already has a girlfriend and we're just friends,"

With that, Marinette walked away, leaving an angry Lila behind.

(***)

Marinette smiled to herself as she walked onto the boat. Luka was cool with Alya and Nino coming by and the evening was going to be good. She slipped into the kitchen and waved to Anarka, who waved back before she went to the back and knocked on Luka's door.

"Come in," His voice replied and she opened it before going. "Hey, Mari,"

"Hey," She smiled, closing the door. Sass was curled up on top of his drawers, happily snoozing. Luka, himself, was sat on his bed as if he was mediating. She moved over and sat on the edge of the bed but he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap before nuzzling his nose against her neck. She giggled and moved her arms around his shoulders. "Comfortable?"

"Um hm," He replied, looking up at her with big, blue eyes. "What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?"

"Your song is off a little," He replied, making her frown. "Talk to me?"

"I had a rough day at school," She mumbled, looking down. "Lila came back today..."

"Well, that's never good news," He mumbled. "I assume this has something to do with her akuma?"

"It wasn't originally hers," Marinette mumbled, making him frown. "It came for me,"

"What?!" He gasped, looking at her with fear. "Why? What happened?"

"She happened," She muttered, looking down. "First, she convinced everyone to have her sit at the front of the class because of her 'tinnitus', which she claims she got when she rescued Jagged's lost kitten on a runway,"

"Jagged has Fang,"

"I pointed that out but she claimed it was before Fang,"

"He's never had cats," Luka pointed out. She sighed. "Go on,"

"Well, she only wanted to be at the front so she could be next to Adrien. She was flirting with him and he looked so uncomfortable and because of her so called 'tinnitus', I had to sit in the back on my own. If it was genuine I wouldn't care but it's clear it isn't. Anyway, I was fine til Lunch. She was getting other people to get her food for her cause she claimed her wrist was sprained! And people were actually doing it! I tried to show Juleka-"

"Hold up. Juleka was helping her get her lunch?"

"Most of Kitty Section were. Actually, literally the only member who wasn't was you and that's because you weren't there," She replied, making him frown. "Rose is caught up in her lies about Prince Ali. I've heard her promising to put Juleka in touch with a photographer so she can model and Ivan and Melene worship the ground she walks on. Anyway, I chucked her a napkin and she caught it fine, like really quickly. I said her arm must of gotten better and only then did she go oww and then claimed that she had seen someone having their eye gourded out by a napkin in India! A frigging napkin!"

"Well, that seems stupid. People believed this?"

"Yeah and then blamed me for hurting her more!" She huffed. "I ended up going to the bathroom but she followed me and at first, she acted like she didn't do anything wrong but once I revealed that I knew she was a liar, she turned on me. She actually threatened me, Luka! She literally told me that I wouldn't have any friends left at all and that everyone would hate me by the time she's finished,"

At this point, she had tears in her eyes. Luka was silent, which was never a good sign.

"S-she told me I had til the end of the day to make my mind up," She mumbled, trying to control her breathe and wipe away her tears. "At the end of the day, she told me that we are at war and that I'll lose my friends and wind up all alone,"

She sniffed and wiped away the tears that were falling.

"I brushed it off but she really got to me," She mumbled, looking down. "And I'm sure no one will believe me if I tried to tell them about it, apart from you.... Luka?"

She looked at him and almost gasped in shock. His expression could only be described as murderous and he was physically shaking as if trying to control him. He looked like Silencer.

"Luka? Please don't get angry. I didn't mean-"

"You didn't do anything," He stated the words a little too harshly, causing her to frown before his eyes softened. "Sorry. I just hate seeing you upset,"

He cupped her face and wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb before leaning in and pressing his lips softly against hers but before she could kiss back, he pulled away, realizing what he did.

"Sorry," He mumbled, a little calmer. "You should tell a teacher,"

"I don't have any proof that she threatened me and no one will believe me. She has everyone in that school wrapped around her little finger," She mumbled as her phone buzzed. She moved to her jacket and grabbed it, seeing that Alya had text her. "Alya's here,"

"I'm serious,"

"We'll talk about it later ok?" She mumbled. "Besides, I need to talk to you about that picture as well,"

"Alright," He mumbled, looking up at her as she knelt on the bed. He lightly grabbed her hips and moved her so she was laid on her back and he was leaning over her. He linked their fingers together, making her blush. "I have your back,"

"I know," She smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. He smiled softly before getting up and pulling her up before he grabbed his guitar and headed outside with her. Alya waved at her but to her fear and annoyance, Lila was sat next to her and Nino. She smirked over at Marinette, daring her to do something. She frowned to herself and both her and Luka took deep breathes until Juleka came over and handed her a drink.

"Aww thank you, Juleka," She smiled but her eyes told a different story as she looked around the place before her eyes landed on Luka. "Oh I remember you. You know I still have Bob Roth's number. I really wouldn't mind putting you in contact with him-"

"As I told you last time, no thanks," He replied, making her frown. "I have no interest in working with the guy who tried to steal my work,"

"Your loss," She mumbled, shrugging. "You know this is the first time I've ever been in a boat house. It's so cool and I just love how chilled out you are about the clutter,"

"Is there something wrong with the place?" He suddenly asked, making her look at him as she held out her hand.

"W-what? No," She laughed nervously. "I'm just use to a tidier kind of place. You know I've been to Prince Ali's palace and it's just so immaculate there and I forget that not everyone has that kind of standard,"

"So what you're trying to say is our home is a tip?"

"W-what?! No!" She gasped, laughing again. "It's just kind messy... I don't know how you can live with it is all I'm saying. I couldn't but I'm a clean freak,"

"Well, no one's asking you to stay," He pointed out.

"Luka," Juleka hissed, moving over to him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I get bad vibes from her, Jules," He replied. "Also she just insulted our home,"

"She just said she loves how chilled we are about the clutter,"

"That's called a back handed compliment, Jules," He explained. "It's a clever way to insult without people knowing and what did you think she meant by 'that not everyone has that kind of standard',"

"S-she's my friend..." She muttered, looking down.

"Juleka... you know I'm not just rude to anyone for no reason,"

"She offered to put you in contact with Bob Roth,"

"The man who tried to steal our work," He muttered. "Also she offered before and then proceed to tell me that it would have been easier just to let XY have our music and Marinette's designs and that she was sure his version would have been better,"

"S-she said that?" She frowned before shaking her head. "Let's just get on with the practice,"

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Every breath you take. - 2

Against your deepest wishes and prayers, the situation didn’t get better after your first encounter. You were too afraid to say anything to the person you were in contact with for the job in that house, so you shut up about the introduction between you and one of the residents. You feared they’d point their fingers to you and sink your life, letting you deal with the debris of a broken existence. So, you just kept quiet and accepted to go exactly a week after, hoping it would be an isolated incident. Someone really didn’t like to listen to your supplications, apparently.

Starting that week, for all the subsequent visits to your workplace, you were visited almost every time by some member. Only seven seemed to have any ounce of interest in you and in varying degrees, but you didn’t appreciate the mental stress of looking around the house before setting down and deciding to do your job. They were inconsiderate enough to sneak up on you anyway, always with some little request about what you could do for them and what you could improve in the way you did the chores. In a way, you appreciated the feedback so that you could tune off and go on autopilot while they stood there, either awkwardly, interested or stoically. You started to bring your own music with you so that you wouldn’t have to stand the silence lingering in the rooms or the idle, unheard chatter of the most social ones.

The most interested one seemed to be a man with purple hair and a slim build, his face almost always covered by a mask. He would bother you with odd questions, going as far as taking your headphones off when you were distracted. You really hated when he was around due to the lack of personal space and consideration for your comfort as he goes on and on about something related to compatibility, blood type or other weird stuff he’d babble about. When he was around, he’d make you clean up his living space quite deeply: your hands ended up on the pits of his desk and drawers, handling peculiar documents and his own underwear. He wouldn’t act bashful or reserved, just laying on the bed at your side as you rearranged for the third time since you met him his clothes.

“Have you bought your red panties yet?” He would ask once the New Year’s Eve approached and you just clumsily gave a halfhearted response, without disclosing the true answer. He did continue to ask, cooing and whining about not being so shy. He thought that offering to buy you some would allow you to relax, as if you were embarrassed about forgetting. You just gave him an underwhelming reaction and hoped he’d just forget about this affair as you moved on from his part of the room to turn your attention to something else. You could feel his lecherous eyes on you all the time as you moved around, never stepping over the line enough to make you react aggressively, but creeping you out enough to curl up on yourself the moment you came back at home.

There was another man rather interested in you, but he was nicer to be near than the purple haired one. He was tan, lazy and you barely felt intimidated by him beyond the knowledge of his affiliations with the mafia. He would hang out in his room or the sofa most of the times you saw him, cracking jokes at you every now and then. Some were simple examples of witticism that made you consider relaxing around him and assume you’d enjoy his company outside the circumstances you were in, but some were so deeply morbid and disturbing you’d pretend not to hear him as he waited for your reaction.

He actually took the time to introduce himself and you were faced with the fact these men had rather odd names. He was Formaggio and he started to list the names of the others, without knowing you didn’t have most faces to associate with those names. You supposed they weren’t their actual names and used nicknames in order to keep their identities secret. You didn’t mind the wall between yourself and their true selves, so you just mentally adopted the labels you were given and moved on with a simple mention of your own nickname. This seemed to please the guy in front of you, before his face fell as he understood you weren’t opening up to him about your first name. He made a little joke with your nickname and you mostly ignored it, answering with a simple and short laugh.

You met the blonde man (who you now knew was called Prosciutto, supposedly), but he was accompanied by an odd-looking guy, with green hair and a self-doubting behavior. You almost felt bad for him before turning your back to the pair to go on with your duties. Prosciutto and Pesci would often be together when you saw them, with the blonde man harshly reassuring the other to voice his requests to you before sighing deeply and proclaiming his wishes to you with a severe voice. Pesci seemed like a calm young man and his timid nature made your spirit rest from the incessant tension you felt between the walls of that house. Prosciutto, on the other hand, was still the serious and hardened professional you met the first time who would almost order you to do simple, trivial tasks that would make you work in close proximity to his part of the room. Together, those two men were quiet, silent and you appreciated the possibility to ignore them with more ease than the others.

Pesci also seemed to be the most grateful for the little gestures of kindness you’d still perform out of anxiety they’d complain in some way after they got used to it. He started to explicitly thank you at times, complimenting specific aspects of the food you cooked or the way you arranged furniture or his belongings. You had to admit those words did soothe your mind when they came, they were proof you were doing good enough and they wouldn’t toss you out to face their superiors in case of a little misbehavior. You soon learnt that Prosciutto was an unusually supportive person, who would praise your job when he deemed it was necessary, encouraging you to keep up the way you were doing. All in all, they were the nicest to deal with and you would lower your guard around them.

Illuso was another story. Despite not being nosy or loud, he was annoyingly devious, and he would take a great deal of joy in appearing out of thin air. You had no idea how he would sneak up on you when you least expected it, walking up to you from behind just to rest a hand on your shoulder and ask for something. You jumped more times than you could count when in his presence, the first few times lulled in the false pretense you’d finally get a day without those men walking around. With no idea of how he could hide so well even after a throughout inspection of each room, you never felt quite confident in that house with the impeding feeling of his presence around you. Even when there were days where the residents were away and the house was empty, the nagging feeling of Illuso lurking and watching you despite the silence reigning was enough to keep your alert and ruin your mood.

You hated how the knowledge of his stealth made you ease up when around the other men, as they noticed your slight shift in behavior and took advantage to linger around you a bit more. You hated even more when he would come around you despite the presence of other people and sour their mood enough to make your shoulders tense and your heartbeat way too fast to be healthy. Aside his admirable and creepy agility, he was mostly calm and contemplating, but he carried a smug confidence that made him more annoying than actual fearful once you got used to his eyes on you. He’d just smirk, look away to occupy himself with something else just to return his eyes on you from time to time to grin haughtily without uttering a word to you.

You started to get considerably tired of those guys once you met Ghiaccio. He was loud, arrogant and easy to anger. He always found a way to criticize your work or the way you talked or another aspect your yourself, never with an inside voice. He’d yell and berate you like there was no tomorrow; the first few times you even feared for your life as he ranted about some inflection that your dialect made you do. Despite being from Naples himself, he was smugly proud of talking in perfect standard Italian and you thought more than once to empty your dustpan on his head, just reconsidering because you’d like to keep your own on your neck for the time being.

Unlike the others, he wouldn’t stick around much and would get out after an hour at most. You were grateful for his little patience over the ordeal of keeping an eye on you, so you just gritted your teeth and listened to his yelling and his demands just to return to your duties when you would hear the front door close with a muffled click. His temper was nothing you couldn’t forget with the help of your cheerful friends or the comforting words of your partner once you would come home to sleep away the stress. Days when Ghiaccio was around were the less nerve-racking because he'd either leave you alone after he got tired to straining his voice with screams or he’d direct his irritation to anyone who would intrude in your meetings, leaving them to argue while you finished and excused yourself or they’d get tired of bickering, leaving you alone and in peace. In the intimacy of your room, you’d often thank whoever decided to make that man part of his team just for the little moment of relief he would provide you during this job.

However, if Ghiaccio was a surprising break from the stress brought to you by the residents of that house, their boss was enough to compensate. Risotto Nero was imposing and terrifying, with an aura of dread following in his wake. He was the last of the team you saw and you, admittedly, didn’t know much about him besides how he looked and his voice. He’d keep silent, horrifically silent, while you busied yourself around the place. When you first saw him, he was sitting down in the living room with some files in hand and he turned around just to look you in the eyes (were those natural? Did a man truly be born with eyes like that?). Where his men looked you up and down with different degrees of curiosity and diverse intentions, Risotto rested his gaze exclusively on your face and then turned back, continuing to read.

You decided to keep peace with Risotto because he was the boos of this team and your destiny would be decided by his opinion of you. Before even starting with cleaning, you turned on the stove and prepared some good espresso. The type of coffee that would make your mother proud and your Neapolitan origins evident. Pouring a cup for the man, you left the remaining in the kitchen so the others could enjoy it when they decided to come back. A few minutes later and you were propping a tray with the cup, some sugar and even milk in front of the man, right on the little table by the sofa. He looked at the coffee and then at you, silent as before.

Just then you noticed how massive he was. Maybe he wasn’t the tallest man you’ve ever seen, but he far surpassed the average and the amount of unconcealed muscles made your palms sweat out of fear. You were even about to disregard his words because of your focus on his colossal body, almost missing his low thank you that found a quick response from you. You then added that he could simply leave the tray there and you’d think about it later. When you came back to the living room, you didn’t find the tray on the table, but you noticed it was in the sink when you stepped in the kitchen. Risotto didn’t seem to have budged from his spot and you didn’t hear him move around the rooms despite his size, but you shrugged it off and continued to busy yourself with whatever you could find to do.

The following encounter with Risotto went just as silently, but you were still nervous around him in spite of his apparent disinterest in you unlike his fellow mobsters. You decided not to use headphones when he was around to stay aware of your surroundings and any request he would have of you. You thanked yourself for that idea when he approached you and asked to pay a little more attention to the office on the upper floor. You just nodded and took time to dust a bit more around, moving the objects and the files from the shelves so that you would make a good impression. All the while, Risotto was sitting behind the heavy, huge desk at the back of the room. The thought that he may have been in that room once or twice before, when you decided not to bother with cleaning it up, made you feel cold sweat run down your neck and sneak furtive glances at him while you both worked in complete, oppressing silence. You caught him stare back a few times, but while you seemed to be considerate enough to look away when your eyes met, he didn’t seem to care enough to avert his eyes.

In between your various encounters, with some rare occurrences of a completely free house or as close as you could consider it free when some of these guys could hide in the shadows like no business, you met the eighth and ninth members of the team. It happened just once, and they seemed open with their curiosity rather than hiding it behind a wall of demands like the others. Sorbet and Gelato introduced himself attached to the hip and just observed you with contemplative looks, whispering to each other and snickering once or twice while you were sweating bullets. When you asked if they had any special request for you, they just shrugged and told you they’d let you know if they needed anything, even adding that they may make their colleagues deliver the message while scoffing at you.

“Are you sure you want to stay here?” Gelato asked you after you displayed your dissatisfaction with their answer. Your confused reaction just served to pull his lips into a mocking grin, but he didn’t expand on his question further until you pressed to know why you should consider leaving.

“You’re quite brave.” He said to you and you couldn’t help rolling your eyes at the cryptic response, just before carefully considering the tone and the implications of those words. Brave wasn’t the adjective you’d use to describe yourself in this situation as you were simply hired to help them with housework. What did you need to be brave for?

“Or utterly naive.” Sorbet spoke up, making Gelato chuckle darkly at the worry painted on your features. Your eyes darted between the two, but they just stared at you with an air of amusement and malice surrounding them. That was the moment dread of your stay in that house really set in your heart and soul, dragging your body into a spiral of stress. All the while the two men just stood up and warned you to stay on your toes with the same lighthearted tone you’d reserve for a child playing around. They ignored you and your doubts about their words as they walked out of the house, saying their goodbyes with cheerful and calm voices. They never seemed interested in meeting you again and just left you at the mercy of the other six men who lived in that building, the threat in their words hanging over your head to weight you down.

Even before meeting Sorbet and Gelato, you were nervous around the others and worried about meeting the ones you never encountered before. But the suspicions they planted in your brain with few, simple words made you pierce together the fragments of every meeting with those men. You weren’t an idiot; you could understand the fact they started to stay behind their duties coincidentally the days you were called in was way too suspicious to happen nine times out of ten. You didn’t have a reason for this happening, of their motives, but you were pretty sure they wanted to keep an eye on you and be sure you didn’t mess with their jobs too much. You just kept quiet about all of it because you were told since you were a child that you could do nothing against the mafia and they had terrible, horrible way of dealing with those who displeased them.

You just took it and never voiced your concerns with your contact. Every time they called you, you would just accept and take anything they threw at you. It was no big deal, you’d have to endure their eyes and their voices and their presences once a week, at times once every two weeks. When they were supposed to be out of the house. You’d have to deal with one or, at worst, two at the time and you’d just gulp down the fear. Your fiance noticed your anxiety spiking up around the time you knew you’d be called, but you assured him you were fine and that it was just a demanding job to keep up with such a big house all alone. He’d frown and never drop it, bringing you close to comfort you when you refused to talk to him about it. If you could avoid involving him, you’d be glad, but you could never reject his calming touches and words when he wanted to pamper and cheer you.

“No partner of mine should feel this way,” he told you one evening. You sighed against his shoulder and just caressed his arm absentmindedly while his hand traveled up and down your back. “This doesn’t seem like the type of life you can keep up with.”

You frowned at his words and raised your head, putting a big of distance between your bodies. You silently asked him what he meant, your eyes searching in his own an answer. He smiled at you, reassuring, and pressed his hand a bit until you took the hint and rested your head back on his shoulder. He assured you he meant nothing by it, it was just a little thought that would swirl in his head from time to time.

“You know, going back to school was such a rewarding experience,” he started, and you giggled at the memory of him expressing the will to go back and get a degree. In that moment he was finishing his fourth and last year of study and he’d soon be able to get a job. He took a minute or two before continuing to speak, settling a certain curiosity. “Would you like that too? When I get a job, maybe you can enroll in University. You told me you admired me for my decision and I’d love for you to feel proud of yourself.”

You shot up, staring at him with surprise written all over you. Before you could even speak, he placed his hands on your arms and beamed at you. He talked and talked, about how he’d find a job and support you through your education. You two would find a nice, little house – not overwhelming at all. You’d make a career for yourself or just take pride in your future title, he didn’t mind either, he just wanted for you to get out of the necessity of stressful, underpaid jobs just to get by and allow the two of you to enjoy your lives. Maybe getting out of jobs without social security too, he said with a chuckle.

“Can you imagine? Both of us, calling each other doctors.” You smiled at his enthusiasm and his encouragement. Your mind wandered away from your worries, from the dread that would live on in the back of your mind. You just wept a bit, under the soothing gaze of your significant other, and reassured him that you thought it was a nice idea. You’d love that, you’d love to build a secure life with him.

You heard the distant buzzing of your cellphone as it sprung to life to warn you of the incoming call. As the cold grip of terror started to grip your brain, you leaned in and kissed your beloved to chase it away.

#jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #prosciutto #risotto nero #illuso #formaggio #melone #ghiaccio #pesci #sorbet #gelato #bruh too many bitches in this #also guess who forgot to post this here? it's ya boy........ diego........#yandere #reader x yandere

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angstama · 5 years ago

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a different love | l.dh

Pairing: lee donghyuck (nct haechan) x reader Genre: angst Warnings: profanities , cheating Summary: in which both you and donghyuck shares a different kind of love for each other. words: 2982 words a/n: this is so painful i’m dead sfghjklgfgkl, there will probably be a part 2 hahhhhhhhh also it’s my birthday tomorrowwwww so yes a hyuck fic!!!!!!!

here you sat alone in your work room, a bubble of devastation budding in your heart as your eyes scanned the monthly bank statement sent to your email. you re-read again the one transaction that ultimately captured your attention since the beginning, a hefty sum of sixty five million dollars thrown out to god who knows where with the limited amount of information given to you. you knew this wasn't your spending but you weren’t panicking either because you were almost sure who the culprit behind it was and you weren’t surprised.

the loud booming bass of the music echoed throughout your property, a party going on in the living room of your own home; a party that you weren’t invited to. not that you minded anyways, parties had never been your thing. the first time it happened without your consent, you were infuriated, enraged by the betrayal of respect from your lover but it didn't matter anymore right now, you had gotten used to living in a home that you no longer had any say to anything.

you massaged your temples, a heavy sigh escaping your lips along the way, feeling the awful exhaustion sitting on you. a part of you yearned for your husband’s arms to be wrapped around you and assuring you that everything is going to be okay while another part of you screamed psycho at you, telling you to snap out of it that it will no longer happen anymore.you weren’t like this in the past. both of you weren’t like this in the past. he wasn't like this in the past. and you weren’t sure what had gone wrong along the way.

you strode over to the balcony, taking a peak of the view of your backyard which is currently filled with countless of wasted walking bodies having the time of their life. “ what a sight.” you muttered sarcastically under your breath, eyes wandering around in search for donghyuck, only to no avail. you don't bother anymore, figuring out that he’d probably be drinking his heart out and be up to his usual self, dancing on top of the grand piano or passed out on the floor.

as much as you hate to admit it, you still love donghyuck despite having your heart broken over and over again everyday. he was and still is your everything. you knew the you seven years ago you would probably beat the living crap out of you if she found out that you allowed yourself to hurt this much over a guy. but you had fallen way too deep to find a way out of this toxicity. after all, both of you had vowed to love each other, for better or for worse. you missed the days where it was just the two of you against the world. where texts seems to be coming in every second because he refused to leave you alone, when everyday was like a celebration because being together meant so much to the both of you and the times when you could strip away your tough front and be truthfully bare in front of him without the fear of being judged.

“gosh lee donghyuck i swear,” you stomp your feet hardly against the ground, reaching out for the remote control that he hid behind his back. “ah ah no, it’s my turn to pick the movie tonight remember sweetheart?” he cocked an eyebrow. your shoulders slumped defeatedly, putting on your cutest pout to coax your boyfriend into letting you choose the film for the night. “ it ain’t gonna work on me missy,” he ruffled your hair messily before plopping back down on the couch, tugging your wrists along with him so that you’d settle down next to him to watch the film he chose. “ i chose romance by the way,” he grinned sheepishly, knowing that you weren’t a huge fan of the genre romance. in fact, it was a known fact that you don't even try to deny it back then.

you crossed your arms across your chest, shaking your head to your dismay, “it better be good lee.” you huffed. donghyuck took your hands into his, pulling you closer to his body, so close that you could almost feel his lips at the tip of ears, “oh trust me, it will be good babe,” he chuckled softly, adjusting his gaze back to the screen that soon started playing the movie.

and he didn't lie. the movie was beautiful and humorous at the same time. but you were way too proud to admit that you had taken a liking to the story line behind that film. knowing all too well that hyuck will always be using it to his advantage to get you to accept whatever romantic film he suggested the next time. apparently a game of ‘catch’ had begun without even both of you knowing, with donghyuck as the catcher and you as the runner which resulted in an intense running session around the house. “come on, you loved it! admit it!” he exclaimed excitedly, trailing quickly right behind. you rolled your eyes playfully, coming to a halt in your tracks to which he swiftly turned you around, trapping you in between the wall and him. “no comments,” you bit your lips, trying to hold in the smile that kept going against you stubbornly. donghyuck shook his head, a clear glint of adoration for you shining in his eyes. “you’ll be the death of me you know that?” he laughed wholeheartedly, closing in the space between the both of you as he went in to attack you with fluttering pecks on your neck. “ and you’ll be the death of me, hyuck” you said truthfully, throwing your arms around his shoulder in anticipation for donghyuck’s actions. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, allowing you to lean in closely to his body warmth. you both rested your forehead against each other, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, neither of you wanting to break the intimate moment that was going on.

“kiss me.” you whispered. “gladly.” he answered simply. you saw donghyuck broke out into a soft smile before leaning in too kiss you deeply. what happened from then on was undoubtedly one of the best memory donghyuck had given you and it was that night when you realised how much you truly loved donghyuck more than anything else in this world.

you threw your head back in frustration, not allowing the tears that had welled up in your eyes to escape. “gosh, you're so annoying y/n.” you groaned. it was a happy memory to you yet you knew these aren't tears of joy which made it even much more unbearable for you. you certainly didn't know loving donghyuck made you so vulnerable.

you carefully locked the door of your working room before making your way to your shared bedroom with hyuck, a wave of relief rushing over you when you realised there weren’t anyone on the same level as you. it seemed like someone had sealed off the second level of your property from the sea of people, giving you your personal space that you desperately needed. you wanted to believe that this was donghyuck’s doing but you knew it was too good to be true. ever since your marriage with donghyuck had started to fall apart, he no longer cared about your wellbeing, doing however and whatever he likes as long as it pleases him.

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you woke up the next day with donghyuck sleeping soundly beside you with his back facing you, an uncommon sight to see every morning. but you were much more surprised that he managed to make it back on the bed after the party. usually he’d be too tired to even climb up the stairs hence ending up on the couch or floor the next morning. you must've been heavily asleep when he entered the room in his drunk state, because the photo frame of you and donghyuck that was once on your nightstand was now rested on the wooden floor of your room, drowned in its own broken glass pieces, but you heard nothing last night.

“ what are you looking for?” you heard someone ask from behind you as you searched from the broomstick. “just looking for the broomstick, hyuck accidentally broke the photo frame,” you hummed a reply back. you felt the person casually leaning into you from the back, casually reaching out for whatever is on the shelve above you on the wall of the storage room. “here. mom kept it up there because pluto used to bite the strands of the broomstick, making a mess.” the someone filled you in, chuckling softly at the end.

pluto was the dog that you had adopted from the animal shelter when you first moved out of your parent’s house. a white pomeranian breed that jumps excitedly at whoever he meets. a true gem which became your best friend over the years. you can still remembered clearly when pluto first met donghyuck.

“i . can’t . breathe.” donghyuck burst into fits of laughter with pluto still licking all over his face. pluto had just attacked your lover upon arrival, showering your then boyfriend with the same affection that he gave you everyday. you were in awe, the two of your favourite beings already getting along without having you to ask anything of them. “ aren’t you a cute one,”donghyuck cooed in adoration, nuzzling his nose in its stomach in the process. “who’s the cuter one then? me or him?” you challenged. donghyuck’s eyes shifted between you and pluto simultaneously, teasing you by taking his own time to come up with an answer. “hm who is cuter?”he probed, the ends of his lips tugging into a mischievous grin, “ of course it’s pluto!”

pluto barked in celebration as donghyuck picked him up and twirled him in circles, leaving you on the floor seated, dumbfounded by your boyfriend’s pick and still in denial that you had just lost to your dog. “fine! date pluto then!” you huffed pettily in a joking tone, looking away to avoid donghyuck’s sudden gaze on you.

before you know it, donghyuck had just scooped you out of your seat, picking you up in bridal style. “oh my god lee donghyuck! what are you doing?” you screamed.

“you are such a drama queen you know that?” he flicked your forehead. you let out a yelp in pain, flicking his forehead back instinctively, catching him by surprise. “and you are such a brat, you know that?” you fired back sarcastically, earning nothing but being dropped on the couch by donghyuck. he sat on top of you on your abdomen, pinning you down on your cushioned couch. “what am i again?” he asked threatenly. you didn't hesitate, instead you answered his question confidently loud and clear, “ a brat.” you stucked out your tongue playfully. you loved playing him and he knows that you just weren’t going to back down from whatever you both were having. donghyuck scoffed, pulling you arms above your head along the way, “how about i show you how much of a brat i can be huh?”

you turned to see jisung smiling back at you, handing you the objects that you were looking for. jisung is your helper’s son who is just a few years younger than you. you would say you knew him for a few years right now. you both shared a good relationship and you absolutely respect the filial side of his, taking over his mother’s chores often to ease her burdens. you gracefully took the broomstick and dustpan from his hands, making sure to thank him in return, “thank you jisung, i’ll see you downstairs later yeah!”

you quickly cleaned up the area, inspecting everywhere the room over and over again to make sure there isn't any little glass shreds left on the floor. the last thing you need is to have anyone hurting themselves physically, yes anyone meaning specifically donghyuck since he is the only one that enters your shared bedroom besides you, not even the helper could enter this room as well as your working office room.

“good morning mrs park,” you greeted your helper, joining her and jisung in the kitchen. you threw your car keys on the counter, walking over to pour yourself a cup of coffee that was freshly brewed this morning, “cooking the hangover soup?” you asked, although the familiar smell of the dish already gave it away. because of your tight work schedule, you had requested your helper to help you prepare hangover soup for donghyuck the next morning after every party. and although it wan’t part of her job scope to be cooking, mrs park was more than happy to help you out, following closely to your recipie that you had adjusted to donghyuck’s liking too. “yes ma’am,” she smiled warmly.

“mrs park! just call me y/n remember? even jisung calls me by my name now!” you exclaimed, shooting the brown haired boy a playful look.

“oh i’m sorry y/n, you know how it gets for old people.” she responded with a slight banter as she turned off the fire on the stove. “are you and your husband going out on a yacht staycation tonight? do you need me to help you pack your clothes? you’ve been so busy-...” she continue trailing on. your face scrunched in confusion, not understanding what was she talking about besides the part about your busy work schedule. “i’m sorry but where did you hear it from?” you asked politely.

jisung sat up straight, noticing that something isn’t right but contemplated not to say anything. “ i overheard sir making a booking at the yacht club just a couple of weeks ago, said that it is a short staycation for the next three days...?”

“oh,” you mused almost inaudibly, a pang of hurt flashing across your eyes. you refused to let yourself fall in front of them though. he’s not even telling you that he will be away now? a yacht party out of nowhere? what else could he be possibly hiding you from? “i’ll go first,” you cleared your throat with a half bow, dismissing yourself from the mother and son. pure devastation taking over your heart and mind and you don't know what to do.

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you allow work to consume you in your office, going through documents after documents. and even though your found it hard to concentrate with an aching heart cutting you up every second, you tried your best to not let it affect your work life. you see, your career meant as much as donghyuck had meant to you. it was all your blood sweat and tears that helped you built your empire today and you’re determined to keep it alive till your last breath. being a film director and a scriptwriter sure wasn’t easy but it was your passion and something that donghyuck had always told you he admired about. when you first made your mark out in the media industry, you never expected yourself to be in the position you are in today and you’re very thankful to the people that had your back since the first day, including donghyuck, he used to be your number one fan in fact, though you're not so sure about now.

you heard a knock at the door of your office and you looked up to see your secretary standing at the other side of the door, her usual smile plastered on her face. you gestured her to enter, returning your focus back on to the tiny arial fonts imprinted on the paper. “you seemed a little out of it today,” she begun, plopping down on the couch in your office. “do i?” you mumbled halfheartedly. “yeah, very. there’s like this creepy dark aura around you,” she said lightly in attempt to throw a lively banter but you knew very well that behind its tone, it wasn't a joke at all.

you finally gave your attention to the petite girl staring straight at you, looking at your best friend with tired eyes. “i don't know, joohyun,”you breath a sigh, “i really miss my donghyuck. the one that i fell in love with, not the one that seemed to love my money more than me,” it is true. donghyuck indeed seemed to love your money more than he loves you, constantly spending your money recklessly as if it was his. he would much rather throw your assets into the never ending nights of parties than to be anywhere near you. “ i tried to talk to him about us, but he always shrugged it off. i’m so tired of trying to figure out what’s happening between us. we live under the same roof but we barely even talk. i don't even know if he loves me still,” you let it out, a clear indication of longing and desperation in your voice lingering. “ if there's anything that i learnt in my years of failed relationships...” she trailed off, glancing over in the process to make sure that you were listening before continuing on sensibly, “ communication is the key to every conflict. you have to talk to him. if he doesn't care less to fix this relationship then there isn’t any point holding onto it. a ship is meant to take you somewhere so if a friendSHIP or a relationSHIP is not taking you anywhere then abandon that SHIP.” the brown haired girl advised you, exaggerating the ‘ships’ with hand gestures along the way to get it inside your head which it did eventually because the next thing you knew, you found yourself standing in front of the entrance of the yacht that you husband had booked, not knowing what to expect from whatever is going to happen in just a couple of seconds.

#lee donghyuck #nct angst #taeyong #Yuta #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #marklee #doyoung #haechan #nct127 #taeil #johnny #angst #gahhhhhhhh

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hoyatype · 2 years ago

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i was thinking yesterday about how embarrassed i felt as a young girl about being “pretentious”, and bc of that i now want MORE girls to be pretentious and snobby. to feel that their taste, the development of their taste, is vitally and existentially important. why not? i really think so many boys and men are encouraged to be pretentious and to have strong opinions about literature, music, philosophy, etc and obvs they’re incredibly annoying to encounter but you can’t deny that they are unimpeachably secure about what they like and what they want.

when i was younger…i don’t know why but i ended up in a place where i felt v self-conscious about having exclusionary or classist taste—maybe bc i was repelled by my encounters with young men who were v snobby and wanted to run away from that kind of person, and that kind of personality that could make others feel small and inadequate for what they liked. but the problem wasn’t really w their taste (well, sometimes it is…), it was how they communicated their taste.

it’s possible to be opinionated about culture and yet very closed-minded. but i do think a side effect to genuine intellectual curiosity is that you consume enough to become discriminating, you start to feel very deeply that some things are derivative and others are original, some things have a dispiriting, belaboured energy and others expand what “music” or “literature” or or or…can be in a thrilling, vital way. and once you begin to observe that it’s ok to say it, even if it’s “pretentious”.

the other problem is that girls in feminist ish spaces are always being asked to consider classism and elitism and eurocentrism etc and while these are all isms that can be enforced thru discriminating between “good” and ��bad” culture, it’s also not really a BAD and TERRIBLE thing to say that many ya novels are juvenile and a serious reader will go beyond them—even though they can be more racially diverse, etc and reflect contemporary discourses around gender and sexuality and race—and that many great, even “canonical” literary works are more artistically and conceptually ambitious and more satisfying for a serious reader—even if what’s canonical today is seriously flawed and reflects historical disparities in who had access to education and whose ideas could be legitimised through publication. ideally ofc we’d have serious literary works that are more aligned w how we think about race, gender, class, etc today. and in fact we do have those works. for many people the entry point is wanting to read the interesting, culturally prestigious, standard canonical classics and then moving beyond them. so i really do believe in being a classic literature snob bc it’s a way that people establish their ambition—to be intellectually curious, to take the development of their taste seriously, to find works that satisfy an increasingly ambitious and discriminating appetite—before they really know what’s out there in contemporary literature, literature in translation, marginal literature from history…

anyways. there’s so much energy attacking the canon and defending what are, tbf, often sexist/classist critiques of pop culture and “low culture”…sometimes i agree w them and sometimes i think: are you really going to tell girls that serious literature is for BOYS and it’s shameful to want more out of your cultural consumption??? young girls should be doing pretentious things! they can learn to not be obnoxious about it when they get older.

i highly recommend for women and girls to be intellectually curious and difficult to shame

#totally possible i am constructing a straw man argument here #but i also feel very strongly that there’s something…off about the idea that discriminating between good and bad literature is Bad #lately i‘ve been so fascinated and frustrated by how literature is seen as an elite endeavour when really it can be so accessible #my father read all the russian greats (translated into vietnamese) as a young boy living through a war #it was easier to access the classics than access a highly commercialised market of young adult novels

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lordsicheng · 7 years ago

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Writing Prompt #49: Park Woojin

Park Woojin x OC

#49: “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

word count: 1,987

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Trying to kill time while at the gym, you spent over an hour just on the treadmill. You were feeling annoyed from your argument with your best friend, Woojin, earlier that day. You were pissed he became too overprotective over you for saying yes to go on a date with Sanggyun, one of the seniors who naturally became friends with you because of the classes you both had for majors

“Why does he have to act as if he’s my boyfriend?” you mumbled out of frustration while running, panting in between

“You don’t own me, Park Woojin.” you mumbled again, this time slowing down the speed of the treadmill until you stopped it and held on to the sides of the treadmill, catching your breath while looking at the windows in front of you

You scoffed and walked out of the treadmill to go back inside the locker room, where you sat down and drank gulps of water from your own bottle. You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed, wishing you were at least strong enough to stay longer in the gym. You only went too because Woojin dragged you into getting into shape since you always whined about gaining weight too easily. You walked off and didn’t even bother on showering, since you wanted to shower back at home anyway.

Walking down the stairs, you were about to go out of the building, but you saw Woojin walk his way in the entrance and you tried to look away, but he already caught you and his eyes lightened up at the sight of you

“Y/n.” he called as he walked over to you

“What?” you replied irritatingly

“I called you earlier to ask if you wanted to work out but I guess you already went.” Woojin gave a small smile

“Yeah, so?” you raised a brow, voice sounding even more annoyed

“Y/n, are you serious right now?” he asked disappointedly

“Mhmm, yes. I am. Now if you’ll excuse me, my cab is waiting for me.” you sighed and walked away, Woojin only able to look at you get inside a cab immediately and leave the area

You walked your way to Sanggyun, who was standing by the store you told him about to wait at. He saw you come closer and gave a small smile as he put his phone in his pocket, walking a few steps to your way as well

“Hey, Sanggyun.” you smiled

“Y/n, hey. I was gonna text where you were just now but I guess you arrived just almost the same time as me.” he grinned

“What do you wanna do today?”

“There’s a really cool exhibition from local artists nearby. Wanna go? They’ve got live music playing around too.” Sanggyun turned to look at the route to the display and looked at you, smiling

“I’d love to! I love supporting local artists.” you answered with glee

“Alright, shall we?” he offered his arm

“Definitely.” you giggled as you looped your arm with his and walked over to the exhibition

Both you and Sanggyun walked away, but the bushes right where you guys were earlier were shaking, and out emerged Woojin and his friend, Jihoon, who leaned a bit to see where you and Sanggyun were off to

“He’s being cheesy and taking her to some art exhibition just because he asked me what she was into. Pathetic.” Woojin mumbled in annoyance

“Woojin, are you sure it’s right for us to follow them around? I have to go to my dentist appointment in an hour.” Jihoon complained as he swept off some tiny leaves from his hair

“Jihoon, you promised me.” Woojin looked at Jihoon sternly

“I said for just an hour!” Jihoon waved his hands around to show his point

“Fine, we’ll just go to where they’re going for an hour and then we’ll leave.” Woojin sighed as he walked away and sneakily followed you and Sanggyun, Jihoon having no choice but to tag along with his friend

“Shim Heejun?” you looked at the tag on one of the sculptures you were examining

“Yeap, our classmate made that.” Sanggyun chuckled as he crossed his arms while looking at you

“I didn’t know Heejun was into doing sculptures?” you looked at Sanggyun in surprise

“His twin sister is also into music as a hobby. She’s over there playing the guitar.” Sanggyun pointed to the band that was playing for the sightseers to enjoy listening to while walking around the open exhibition

“Heejin?” you said in a slight gasp

“Yes, they’re both talented siblings.” Sanggyun nodded

“I want to learn how to paint portraits, but I’m bad at examining subjects.” you pouted

“There’s a table over there that has a list of workshops you might want to tr. Wanna check them out?” Sanggyun offered

“Alright!” you said in excitement as you walked with him to the table where a few people were checking out some classes too

Woojin and Jihoon saw you and Sanggyun in an instant when they arrived, hiding by one of the bigger sculptures that was a few feet away from you while you and Sanggyun were looking the other way

“Look at him. Being all gentleman-like. He’s even putting his hand on her back. Does he know personal space?!” Woojin mumbled again, and Jihoon just shook his head to his friend

“Are you somehow jealous?” Jihoon asked suspiciously

“Me? Jealous? No way!” Woojin looked at Jihoon with furrowed brows

“Well you sound as if you are.” Jihoon smirked as he crossed his arms

“Jihoon you’re not helping.” Woojin sighed

“Well you forced me to help?” Jihoon shrugged with his arms raised a bit, until his phone rang and he saw his mom call

“Ahh dang it, I have to go. Woojin I’m really sorry.” Jihoon said as he gave a pat to his friend’s shoulder and ran off, Woojin only able to look at his friend run away

“Gee, thanks Jihoon.” Woojin said in a mocking tone, turning back to where you and Sanggyun were, only to get shocked to see you stand right in front of him while crossing your arms

“Oh…” Woojin said as he looked down

“Hm, if I’m not mistaken, you’re following me and my date around?” you smiled sarcastically

“W-where’s Sanggyun?” Woojin looked at you with a nervous look

“Restroom. Seems like you’re admitting you followed us?” you chuckled

“Y/n, please just listen to me-“

“Woojin! Good to see you man.” Sanggyun said as he reached out his hand to give Woojin a hi-5, and Woojin awkwardly did so as he forced a smile

“Good to see you too, Sanggyun.” Woojin nodded

“Hey, Sanggyun, can you excuse me and Woojin for a second? I need to talk to him privately.” you smiled to Sanggyun

“Alright. I’ll check on those classes, seems like I have my eye on taking guitar lessons. See you around, Woojin.” Sanggyun gave a nod as he walked away, leaving you and Woojin somehow almost having dead air around

“Let me explain-“

“No. Woojin, I made it firm that I just wanted to go out with Sanggyun to get to know him. If you’re somehow angry at me for saying yes then just admit it.” you told him in a stern voice, making him become quiet all of the sudden

“Well?”

“I’m sorry I just… wanted to make sure you were safe. And I wanted you to…” Woojin paused

“To what?” you raised a brow in question

“Hey y/n! I got us tickets to a small event for the local musicians which starts at 7.” Sanggyun excitedly walked over to you as he handed over your ticket

“Oh, thanks Sanggyun.” you smiled as you looked at the ticket and then to him

“Wanna go with us Woojin? I’ll get you a ticket.” Sanggyun grinned as he looked at Woojin

“Ah, no it’s fine. I was about to leave anyways. I have to help my dad with some errands.” Woojin smiled as he took few steps backwards before turning and walking away

“I’ll see you around school!” Sanggyun called, and Woojin just raised his hand and gave a thumb up as he walked away. You suddenly felt slight guilt as you looked at him walk off and you felt like you were a bit too mean to him

“You alright?” Sanggyun asked as he looked at you worriedly

“Oh, I’m good. Just a bit hungry. Do you mind if we eat before the event starts?” you asked and gave a small smile

“Of course. I was beginning to get hungry too. Let’s go.” Sanggyun said as he put his arm on your shoulder, and you turned once more to where Woojin was headed, only to not see him anymore from the distance

Woojin sat on one of the cubes by the riverside of Han, looking at the river while drinking a can of coke. He just stayed there for a while and didn’t seem to leave anytime soon. He remembered that you and him used to go there a lot of times just to talk, whether it be about very random things or serious ones. For some reason, he began to admit to himself that he was in indeed jealous after many denials, not only to others, but also to himself since he began thinking he might lose you soon if he wasn’t serious enough to admit to you that his feelings had grown for the past two years.

“Is this seat taken?”

Woojin widened his eyes as he waited a few seconds before turning to see you, smiling down on him as you were holding your purse

“It isn’t.” Woojin said, expression not changing as he turned to look at the river again.

You sat on the cube next to him, breathing deeply a few times to try and get his attention, but all you got in return was a few clearing of throats from him and a sigh as he continued drinking from his can, staying silent while drinking from his can a couple more times

“I’m sorry.” you let out suddenly, but he just stayed still

“Woojin.” you called, and he slowly turned to look at you with no particular change in his expression

“I’m really sorry for being too mean to you about me going out with Sanggyun. You were just there to look out for me. But you need to know there will be a time where we’ll end up dating other people and spend less time with each other.” you pouted, and he just turned his head back to look at the river before going into silence again, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to speak again unless you wanted to tear up in front of him

“What if I wanted to spend my time with you the most?” Woojin said unexpectedly, not moving from his position

“Huh?” you looked at him confusedly

“It’s been two years, y/n, and you haven’t gotten any idea?” Woojin looked at you, eyes looking serious than before

“I… am I that slow?” you scratched the side of your head in confusion. Woojin suddenly burst out laughing, shaking his head a bit. You wondered why he laughed, and you wanted to laugh too. You did, actually, but your eyes suddenly turned watery out of frustration because you were literally puzzled by his behavior

“Idiot… really, an idiot.” you clicked your tongue a few times while chuckling as you looked at him

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” Woojin smiled, and you scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder

He suddenly looped your arm with his, interlocking his fingers with yours as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. You suddenly chuckled again, and he was almost caught off guard by your laughter

“What’s funny?” Woojin asked, grinning a bit

“Nothing. Let’s not fight again.” you smiled

#wanna one #wannaone #park woojin #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one reactions #park woojin scenarios #park woojin imagines #park woojin reactions

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monochromenyghtmare · 8 years ago

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Truth or Dare

sweetfirecracker replied to your post “Studying has given me temporary writers block -_- Quick, someone give...”

Power outage at the hackerspace (or the garage or the apartment)?

Rating: PG-13 (There is alcohol consumption lol)

Truth or Dare

It was quiet, abnormally quiet. The power had gone out in the hackerspace, plunging the room into darkness and taking with it the usual hum of electricity. The speakers were out, the monitors black, it was so quiet they could hear the people and cars out on the street.

“Bored!” Wrench announced loudly as if the others weren’t already painfully aware of the situation since his last outburst five minutes ago.

“We know!” Sitara said in annoyance. She was pacing the room on her phone.

“Is your laptop dead?” Josh asked. He was sitting on the couch not far from the whining anarchist bathed in the glow of his laptop. He hadn’t been phased by the outage.

“Let me use yours!” Wrench leaned over to grab Josh’s laptop, but had his hands smacked away quickly.

“Marcus, control your boyfriend before I kill him,” Sitara added.

“What’s the estimated wait?” Marcus asked as he used the flashlight on his phone to navigate himself across the room to the couch beside the stairs. He dropped himself down beside Wrench, throwing his arm over the back of the chair.

“They don’t know, but they are working to restore power hopefully within the hour,” Sitara said with a sigh.

“I know! Let’s play strip poker!” Wrench announced, turning himself around to look at Sitara.

“Seriously?” Sitara asked. “In the dark?”

“Strip, truth, or dare?” Wrench asked. “Come on Marcus, back me up!”

Marcus shrugged, setting his phone flashlight down beside him to light up the area. “Could be fun. There is nothing to do until the power comes back on anyway. We can’t leave with the key code down. The place would be easy access.”

“I guess you’re right…” Sitara said, hesitantly. “But I need alcohol for this.”

“On it!” Wrench snatched Marcus’s phone and disappeared across the room only to return a second later with a case of beer. “You were saying? Let’s start this shit!”

“Alright, fine,” Sitara said, joining the group by the couches. “Josh, are you playing?”

They set their phones around them, all their flashlights on to light up the area. Wrench handed out the beer to everyone, but Josh who just took a soda. Wrench took his place beside Marcus, leaning against the other.

“I guess,” Josh replied, his eyes still on his computer.

“I’m starting. Wrench, truth or dare?” Sitara asked.

Wrench downed his beer and set the bottle aside. “Dare.”

“Say the alphabet backwards as fast as you can!”

“What kind of dare is that?”

“You have to do it!” Sitara said. “And if you mess up you have to remove an article of clothing!”

“Z Y X Uh V—shit I mean W! Fuck…” Wrench said.

Marcus cracked up. “Man, you couldn’t even get passed three letters, really?”

“You do it!” Wrench responded, an annoyed expression on his mask as he looked at Marcus.

“Strip!” Sitara announced. “You’re going to lose.”

“I have a lot of layers!” Wrench defended as he shrugged his vest off and set it over the back of the chair before grabbing another beer. “Josh! Truth or dare.”

“Truth,” Josh responded. “I don’t trust you.”

Wrench feigned a shocked gasp. “That hurts, Josh!”

“Should we even ask what you’d make him do?” Marcus asked, laughing.

“Alright, fine, fine. Who is your favourite person and why?” Wrench said.

“Sitara, because she isn’t you,” Josh replied, not looking up from his computer.

“Rude!” Wrench proclaimed loudly while the others cracked up laughing.

“Marcus, truth or dare?” Josh asked, finally looking up.

“Dare,” Marcus replied.

“I dare you to show us the last picture you took,” Josh replied.

“No! Marcus, take your shoes off,” Wrench said with equal signs blinking on his mask.

Sitara sat forward, her eyes bright. “Absolutely not, I think I want to see this picture. Marcus, are you taking nude selfies?”

Marcus smirked. “You’ll never know,” he replied, shrugging off his coat. Though the picture in question was just of Wrench without his mask on. They’d been kissing so Wrench’s face was barely visible, but he still wasn’t going to betray the punk. After all, it took some convincing to get Wrench to let him take it in the first place.

“You guys are boring,” Sitara replied, sitting back in the chair and crossing her arms.

“Fine, Sitara, truth or dare?” Marcus asked.

“Dare.”

“Call Ray and tell him you are deeply in love with him,” Marcus said, grinning as Wrench broke out into obnoxious laughter.

“I am so not drunk enough for this.” Sitara didn’t even argue, she pulled off her scarf before finishing off her beer and reaching for another. “That was cheating.”

“Who is boring now?” Wrench asked, already onto his third beer. “So what’s next?”

The game drew on and the pile of bottles grew higher, littering the space around them. Wrench was of course drunker than the rest of them and losing poorly. Josh had tuned them out, putting Sitara in the lead. She’d only had to remove her scarf while Marcus had lost his coat, shoes, and pants. Wrench, however, had lost everything but his boxers and mask. The latter of which, Sitara was trying in vain to get off.

“Either the mask or the shorts, Wrench!” Sitara announced, laughing at Wrench’s poor attempt at drunken dancing. He’d tripped and fallen over.

Wrench climbed back to his feet, swaying slightly. He hooked his fingers into his boxers and began to slowly push them down. “Honestly did you think I was going to—”

“No, no, no!” Marcus interrupted Wrench before the punk could push his boxers down. He might have been drunk himself, but he wasn’t letting Wrench expose himself. He tugged the drunken Wrench into his lap, arms possessively around the punk. “Nope, mine!”

“I have to take my punishment!” Wrench protested, but he didn’t try to get up again. He threw his arm around Marcus’s neck.

“Marcus, you can take the punishment for him!” Sitara stated. “Off with your shirt!”

Carets flashed on Wrench’s masked face and he slid his hands under Marcus’s shirt, pushing it up as his hands ran over the other’s skin. “Protecting my decency!”

“What decency?” Sitara asked, laughing.

Wrench flipped her off before he tossed Marcus’s shirt aside. He pushed the leather part of his mask up, his lips on Marcus’s.

“I think this game is over,” Josh said, standing up abruptly.

Marcus wasn’t listening. The kiss was drunken and sloppy, but he didn’t care. He kissed back, one hand slipping into Wrench’s hair, mindful of the mask’s straps. His free hand was resting on Wrench’s hip, fingers brushing over the punk’s exposed skin.

The light suddenly flickered back on and the hum of electricity filled the room as their equipment booted back up. Soon the music was filtering back through the speakers and their images reappeared on the monitors. The outside world was drowned out again.

Marcus broke the kiss, barely pulling back. “My apartment?” he mumbled to a rapidly nodding Wrench.

“Now.”

#sweetfirecracker #wrencus #watch dogs 2 #quick fic #alcohol is the answer #fic

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gasterimagines · 8 years ago

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What do the Gasters panic about, and how do they try to cope?

Undertale - It doesn’t take much to scare him- Nightmares, loud noises, horror movies- he’s a pretty nervous person- But the one thing that never fails to give him a full on panic attack is being in total darkness- You can probably guess where this fear comes from- He can’t even sleep without keeping a light on- It really helps to have you there too, to remind him he’s not alone anymore- Preferably cuddling him- But there are times when that just isn’t enough- During a thunderstorm, the power goes out- There’s no light coming through the windows, the room is pitch black- He goes silent and rigidly still, his breathing so shallow it seems he might pass out from lack of air- He won’t react to your voice or touch until you use the flashlight on your phone to illuminate the room- If you aren’t around to calm him down, he’s fucked- The panic can last for minutes, hours, or until he’s too exhausted to stay conscious- If you’re there just hold him, keep talking and help him stay grounded in the present- Do anything you can to make reality feel real, since he’s likely dissociating and/or having a flashback- Light some candles, turn on the TV, just make sure there’s something to break up the darkness and provide a distraction- He’s always embarrassed when it’s over- In his eyes, he’s a coward- But he’s so, so much braver than he knowsUnderfell - Very few things can make him lose his cool- Except for being touched when he isn’t expecting it- Normally, he’ll react to unwanted contact with violence- But there’s one occasion where you accidentally touch one of his scars- People normally can’t reach that high lol- You haven’t kissed often- It’s only when he’s feeling totally comfortable and safe- You’re the one person who can cause that- You beckon him over, and he sighs as though annoyed- But leans down anyway- *smooch* ~- He’s hesitant, slowly growing more confident, and eventually starts to relax- His eyes close- Your hand reaches out to cup his cheek, which would be fine but- It brushes the scar above his eye- In an instant, you find yourself hurtling towards the floor- He shoved you away, now he’s nowhere in sight- Shit- You know exactly what you’ve done, but there’s no time to feel guilty- Just as you expected, he’s locked himself in his study- There’s no sound coming from behind the door- There’s still nothing after you knock and ask to come in- After a second knock, you get a reply- “Just fuck off, w-won’t you?”- Did he just stutter???- Gaster does not stutter- He refuses to come out until he’s composed himself- You won’t be allowed to touch him for a while, though he sincerely accepts your apology- Your many apologiesUnderswap - His form of panic is subtle, almost unnoticeable- He goes oddly quiet and distant- At least, more so than usual- There’s no specific thing that sets him off- Some days, he just feels unusually paranoid- As if something terrible is about to happen at all times- He’s always protective of you, but now it’s to the extreme- If you so much as trip, he’ll be at your side in an instant and check you over for injuries- He jumps at the slightest touch, hides at the first sign of danger (pulling you along with him if you’re nearby)- When completely alone, he’ll pace aimlessly for hours on end- This odd feeling makes him so restless- He hates it- If your relationship has progressed far enough, he might seek you out for comfort- You won’t get any explanation- Just a silent, minutely trembling Gaster clinging to your arm- He likes to lay his head against your chest, finding the sound of your heartbeat soothing- Sleep is the best solution- It’s likely he hasn’t rested in days- The only issue is calming him enough to doze off- Put on some music or, better yet, sing something- It doesn’t matter if you’re on key- It’ll sound lovely to him regardlessOutertale - Despite his outgoing, confident exterior, he’s deeply affected by social anxiety- The wrong tone of voice or facial expression can throw off his whole groove- Did he say something wrong? What if he’s acting strange?- He might care a little too much about what others think of him- Public speaking is worst possible thing- He’s done it plenty of times before, being an important member of King Asgore’s court and all- And it always leaves him shaking with terror once it’s over with- He sounds so smooth while on stage, you’d never know how much he was dying inside- To his horror, the King has requested that he come to a monster/human peace rally- Things have been tense since monsters returned from space- So there have been many events like this to draw the communities closer together- Only this time, renowned figures from both sides are expected to give speeches- Gaster writes the whole thing out from start to finish, and rehearses every day leading up to the rally- The day arrives far too quickly- He asks you to ‘wish him good luck’, smiling as if nothing is wrong- But you can feel his trembling as you kiss him- He does an excellent job- Never stutters, stumbles, or falters- Everyone applauds, everything was perfect- The moment he’s out of the audience’s sight, he’s thrown himself into your arms and buried his face against your shoulder- There may be stress-induced tears- Plz don’t cry you were amazing- Assurance is the key here- He believes every word you say, so make them count

Mertale - He’s not one to panic- Though he might lose control when startled- Yes, he’s intelligent, and has a lot of love to give- But he’s essentially an animal- And those primal instincts can kick in at the worst of times- You were softly petting him, making him fall asleep on your lap- It was so cute, you just had to take a picture- You had no idea the flash was on- The sudden burst of light wakes him right up- And before you know what’s going on, his teeth sink deep into your arm- Your startled shriek is what brings him back- He immediately releases you, whimpering as he retreats into the water- The wound is pretty bad- It’s bleeding profusely, and you can barely make out a ring of tooth marks through all the red- It looks like a shark bite- Gaster rushes forward to help, only to retreat when you flinch- He’s never felt so guilty in his life- You head for the hospital, leaving a terribly distressed mer-creature in the bloody water- When you return a few hours later, your arm cleaned and wrapped, he’s gone- But you decide to stay, patiently waiting for him to surface- You sense him coming before his head peeks out of the waves- His thoughts pour into your mind, the apologies overlapping and difficult to understand- He doesn’t let himself get near you until you assure him you’re not afraid- Of course, you forgive him- He’s never going to forgive himself

#reactions #gaster #w. d. gaster #undertale imagines #gaster imagines #undertale #underfell #underswap #outertale #mertale #angst

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