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Deadtime Stories: 7 Spooky Bedtime Stories for Halloween

Since it’s almost Halloween in the States, I thought it was only fitting to have spooky bedtime stories. If any of you are familiar with Reddit, you might know of the subreddit: nosleep. Some of these stories are downright bone-chilling. So, I made a list of seven of the best ones (in my opinion) to get Halloween started off right. Each one will have a snippet of the story and a link to read(some are in the title) as well as the author. Give them a read!

Spooky Bedtime Stories for Halloween

7.
The Previous Tenant Of My New Flat Left A Survival Guide. I’m Not Sure I Want To Live Here Anymore

Dear New Occupier,

Firstly, welcome to your new home. I lived here before you for 35 years with my husband. Unfortunately, he had an incident at home recently that I’d rather not discuss that claimed his life. My sister has now decided I can’t keep up with the demands of the property and has insisted that I move in with her and her husband. I was reluctant at first, but the stairs do kill me at my age and without Bernie, it’s filled with sadness.

Anyway. When you’ve lived somewhere for as long as I have it feels like a person that you know. You understand its personality and what makes it tick. I thought it was probably pertinent that I impart some of that knowledge to you.

It’s a wonderful home, honestly, I have lived through the best and worst years, and leaving it behind is very emotional but if you are to survive and get the best out of it then there are some steps you need to follow.

1. The landlord will never bother you, he doesn’t visit, call or communicate in any way. But make sure to pay your rent in a timely fashion always. I have only dealt with him once in 35 years and let’s just say I never missed another rent day. For any repairs required you speak to the agent, you rented the place with.

2. DO NOT use the communal lift between 1:11 and 3:33 am. Just don’t do it. This step is vital if you are to have a happy life here. It really is life or death. Don’t do it. This has cost me and many others in the building greatly and I would rather not elaborate on why you shouldn’t do this. Just please don’t do it. I cannot stress this enough.

3. When you hear the strange animal noises coming from flat 48 don’t question it, Mr. Prentice lives there and he’s a lovely chap. Don’t be afraid to say hello to him in the corridor or on the stairs (he’s old school, so he never risks the lift) but whatever you do, don’t check on him when you hear the noises. You’ll know when you hear them.

4. If you ever come across a window cleaner on the balcony ignore him. He may seem like the nicest fellow you’ve ever had trying to sell you something at the door but it really is best that you don’t engage. He will go away if you ignore him. But he tries pretty hard the first few times so you’ll need some resilience. Whatever you do, don’t offer him anything. No money, no hot drink.

5. Don’t leave food scraps out. Bin or refrigerate them immediately. If you have small animals, it is imperative that you watch them eat and take away any leftover food immediately after they are done. This and rule 2 go hand in hand, the things forage all day and seem to really love animal feed. You don’t want them in your flat. I promise. You can leave what you want out between 1:11 and 3:33 am so you may want to feed your pets then.

6. Don’t communicate with any neighbors who claim to come from flats 65-72. These flats suffered a fire in the late 80s that devastated the whole floor, all the residents died in their homes. The building was mostly council owned at the time and they never bothered to renovate the flats. They’ve been empty ever since but every now and again someone will knock at your door claiming to live in one of these flats and ask to borrow some sugar. They will seem entirely average but you must shut and lock the door immediately. I installed two extra security bolts to avoid these fu**ers. I don’t like to swear at my age but they really are fu**ers.

7. Simple one for you here, keep a weapon in each room. Sometimes you follow all these steps and something still slips through the net. Better to be safe than sorry.

8. The building has a committee that will try and get you to join. It’s one of those neighborhood groups about improving living conditions for all residents. It’s a nice group and the lady who runs it – Terri from flat 26- is a fantastic neighbor. By all means, get involved. But I wouldn’t recommend babysitting Terri’s 2 children. She’ll ask you because the poor woman needs a break, but if you accept don’t say I didn’t warn you.

9. Stray hairless cats sometimes roam in the hallway. I know they’re supposedly a special, expensive breed, but they don’t belong to anyone. They’re mostly harmless, but don’t pick them up. Not unless you see one of those neighbors that claims to live in 65-72. Then grab the cat and lock it inside with you. It’ll burn your skin a little but the cats are friendly and I wouldn’t want to see them hurt.

10. There is no way to fix the damp patch on the ceiling in the bedroom. Sometimes it will turn a deep crimson and look quite concerning, but please try not to be alarmed, it doesn’t drip, it doesn’t get any bigger and it’s been there longer than I have. The landlord won’t budge on it, according to the agents. I flagged it many times and even called the police the first night it changed color, but it was a waste of time and it will be for you too. It’s best to ignore it.

11. You can trust the postman. His name is Ian Flanders and he’s been the postman since before I moved in. He has his own key to the main door and delivers post to the door every morning at 8:54. I can’t include everything here, or it would become a novel but if you have any questions Ian will help you.

12. Finally, the first few weeks are the worst. You’ll feel like you’ve made a mistake, I’m sure reading this you already do, but if you can get through the first few weeks it really is a lovely block to live in. Every property has its quirks and this one is a little extra special, but you can be truly happy here if you just take my advice. I wish you all the best, I really do. Read Full Story Here by newtotownJAM

6.
I Had A Disturbing Conversation With My 7-Year-Old Daughter

“Daddy, please don’t stop me playing in the garden. I promise I won’t sneak out again. I don’t want the zombie to get me.”

“Rosie, I’m not going to stop you from playing in the garden. But you have to make me a couple of promises, too. First, promise me you’ll stop going around calling people zombies. Mr. Henderson may be old, but he’s not one of the living dead.”

Rosie frowned. “I didn’t.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t? You just ran in here a moment ago calling him one.”

“No, I didn’t. Mr. Henderson’s not a zombie. I saw the zombie in his house, but it wasn’t him.”

I frowned. I had the mug raised to my lips to take another sip of tea, but now I put it down again. “What do you mean, sweetheart? You saw someone else in his house?”

“Yeah, the zombie, dad! I could see it pressed against his little basement window while I was talking to him.”

Cold fingers ran up my spine. “What?”

“Yeah, it was really scary. Its face was all bashed up and bloody, and its mouth was open. Like it was screaming at me. But do you know what confused me most, dad?”

I tried to keep my voice steady. “What?”

“Well, I didn’t realize kids could be zombies, too. I thought it was only grownups. But I guess I must have been wrong, cuz’ the one in Mr. Henderson’s basement looked just like a little boy.” Read Full Story Here by samhaysom

5.
Something Went Wrong With My Heart Transplant

Laura’s heart beat so strongly it felt like it would come out of my chest. It did this all the time, and I realized this was what a healthy heart must feel like. So why couldn’t I shake my feeling of unease?

That night, I had a dream.

Laura was in her hospital bed, but her mother was gone. I could hear my heart, Laura’s heart, beating in my eardrums so loudly it was painful. I tried to cover them, but my hands were pinned to my sides. Some unexplainable force was moving me towards the motionless figure of Laura on the bed, her lips were blue and the window had come open, whipping her blonde hair around her face.

I was almost on top of her when her eyes flew open.

They were milky white, the eyes of someone dead.

“Get out.” She rasped, her voice guttural. I could hear the heartbeat faster and faster, drumming until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.

Then I woke up. The sound had been real. Laura’s heart was so loud it felt like it would rupture my eardrums and I screamed in agony, trying to cover my ears. It was useless, it was coming from some deep place inside me, I could feel it reverberating around the hollows of my chest.

I stumbled out of bed, gasping for air, and tried to find my phone. I needed to call someone, anyone, an ambulance, or my mom. Anyone that would pick up.

“Get out.” It was a faint whisper over the hammering thumps of Laura’s heart, a low guttural voice that sounded like it had been made by an animal, and I crawled to the door, down the hallway, choking on my screams for help. My neighbor opened the door, his eyes as wide as saucers at the sight of me on the floor clutching my chest.

He drove me to the hospital as I cried in the passenger seat of his car.

After about fifty different checkups, the doctors told me that absolutely nothing was wrong with me. They told me my heart was regular, my blood pressure was normal, and that everything was going just swimmingly. I stood in the waiting area, wallowing in my shame and frustration.

That heart didn’t belong to me. Read Full Story Here by KatrinCiernan

Also Read:
Why Fanfiction will Never End
Top 30 Dark Manga For Fans
Not Another Stupid Dare: Marinette x Adrien
Top 20 Weirdest Anime We Can’t Believe Got Made

4.
My Mother-In-Law Was Poisoning Me, Then I Found Out Why

Everyone has their own nightmare in-law story, though I couldn’t imagine how bad mine would be. As it turns out the worst thing wasn’t my mother-in-law poisoning me, the worst thing was why she did it.

I finally got a few days off so we could head to visit his family about six months later. His whole family came over and everyone seemed thrilled to meet me, except for his mom, Betsy. She was cold and distant and could sit there without saying a single word to me. It was creepy, but I kept trying to spark a conversation.

On our last day, he announced that we should take an afternoon hike up into the national park their house sat on the edge of. Betsy made lunch and I was changing to go out when it hit me, just waves of nausea. I wound up in the bathroom for hours that afternoon.

I figure it was just a touch of something and thought nothing of it. We went back a few months later and again had a great time except for Betsy. She wouldn’t talk to me, though Craig brushed it off and said she was just getting to know me. He finally said we could rent jet-skis the next day and explore a lake in the next town as a way to get out of the house and unwind, which made me feel better. I was so excited to tell everyone where we were going, but it wasn’t to be. After eating I got so sick I could barely walk for the next two days.

At this point, I started to get suspicious. No one else was sick, and we all ate the same food. It seemed like Betsy must have been up to something, but it wasn’t until our next visit when a night in a romantic cottage another hour up the road was canceled due to me getting sick that I was sure: Betsy was poisoning me. Read Full Story Here by nmwrites

3.
We’ve Been Stuck In Construction Traffic For 8 Hours Now. If We Leave Our Vehicles We Will Die

After a half hour had passed, I started to get antsy, and so did everyone else. People were sticking their heads out the window to try to see what was going on, but it was no use. The line of cars seemed endless. A few people got out of their vehicles to try to get a better look. I got out too and started walking to Lauren’s car.

When I was halfway there, a voice cut into the air. It sounded like someone shouting through a bullhorn. “Return immediately to your vehicles! No one is permitted to be outside! This is your only warning. If you do not heed it, there will be severe consequences.”

“Wha da fck is goin’ on?!” some guy shouted in a thick Boston accent; he was standing a few car lengths in front of me. An instant later, he was down on the ground, not moving. I didn’t see what happened exactly, but that was enough to make me hustle back to my truck. Read the Full Story Here by nslewis

2.
Buying A Weighted Blanket From Amazon Was The Worst Decision I’ve Ever Made

I came home determined to get rid of the blanket and buy a new one. But you know what happens when you lose your entire world, with no answers? You start to cling to things. You hoard them. Because you can’t lose the comfort they bring you.

Armed with my funnel and a bucket, I pulled the edge of the blanket over the bed and cut a tiny hole into the seam near the corner. I expected the beads to come pouring out in a clattery flood as soon as I dropped the corner into the bucket. Instead, there was a single, loud thump as a lump of something metallic hit the plastic. Read the Full Story Here by barkoholic

1.
Under The Back Porch

I could hear it in dad’s yells, he was pissed and was about to get violent. Mom wasn’t helping either, just piling fuel onto an inferno of a flame. So I knew I had to find a good hiding spot. I’d gotten the idea a few days before, when I realized the lattice covering the bottom half of the back porch had a hole in it. Not big enough to fit a full-grown man, most likely, but it could fit a skinny six-year-old no problem.

So wrapping myself up in my blanket and grabbing my hippo stuffie, I snuck out my window and ran into the backyard. In the middle of autumn. When it was forty degrees out and the temperature was steadily dropping.

I crawled under the porch, scraping my elbows and getting splinters in my palms but I fit inside. It was actually quite spacious compared to most of my hiding spots, I couldn’t sit up all the way but I had plenty of room to spread out my limbs.

“Honey, are you cold?”

That voice was not the voice of my mother, scratchy from all the smoking and screeching she did. It was sweet, like honey. I turned over to see the dim outline of a woman, lying on her stomach next to me. She had a pretty butterfly necklace and was just as dirty as I was.

I nodded, not wondering how she’d been down there without me noticing.

The woman’s belly crawled forward and wrapped her arms around me and suddenly I became warm. Like I was sitting next to a campfire. I snuggled into her arms, not minding the mud, after all, we were both dirty. Read the Full Story Here by theoddcatlady

Spooky, no? I spent all night reading some of these and more. And yes, I did have to sleep with the lights on but oh well.

Happy Halloween!

October 29, 2022
Why Fanfiction will Never End

Fanfiction: fiction written by a fan of, and featuring characters from, a particular TV series, movie, etc.

That’s the definition if you search for it but in my opinion, it’s so much more than that. Writing itself is an escape for so many of us and it gives us an escape. I mean, think about it. When you write, you control the outcomes. You get to teleport yourself into another world of your own making and you choose if you get a happy ending. And, even after everything ends, our writing lives on forever.

On a lighter note though, fanfiction can help improve your love of fandoms. I know of several cases where a show/movie/book didn’t have the type of ending I wanted (looking at you miraculous ladybug season 4) and I wanted to rewrite it. Several others are the same way.

Did you know that Star Trek was the very first known fanfiction and soon others joined in? Pretty cool, huh? Since that happened in 1964, fans everywhere have exploded several fandoms, sharing their ideas and creating some amazing worlds out of fandoms.

Fanfiction can help if you’re a writer as well. Don’t you just love getting to put your favorite characters into so many different types of situations? You can find so many writing prompts to choose from and soon enough, you’ll also have a support group of like-minded people. I still have friends from over 10 years ago that I met through fanfiction(dot)net. Archive of our own seems to be the most popular one now but maybe I’m old-fashioned. I still read from both sites.

That doesn’t mean that fanfiction is all sunshine and roses. Just like reality, fanfiction can sometimes bring out the worst in people. People will harass you, call you names, and criticize your writing in every shape and form.

It’s awful and I will say it again: NO ONE SHOULD BULLY, ENABLE OR ALLOW HARASSMENT OF ANY KIND

It just breaks my heart. I’ve seen so many writers give up and even delete their works, all because of negativity. It’s unfair. Especially when so many of them should be publishing their works as they’re just that good.

And it’s on that note that I would like to shine a spotlight on some fanfic stories if you’re looking for some more recommendations! Y’all know me though, so of course, it’s mostly Miraculous Ladybug, Angels of Death, and Inuyasha. I need more anime even now, haha. I can get obsessed with a series and it’s extremely hard to get out of it.

Fanfiction(dot)net

Be Creative Miraculous Ladybug because of course

The King’s Mistress Inuyasha

Past Sins My Little Pony (this one was published and became a hardback! We have a copy and it’s my partner’s most prized possession).

Magic in the Pages Fairy Tail

Archive of our Own

Bookmarks for Miraculous Ladybug and Angels of Death: there were just too many of these to choose the best ones so I put all of them.

That’s all for now dear readers. Be on the lookout for more articles next week! Let us know you’re favorite fanfics in the comments below!

As always,

Keep Smiling!

July 23, 2022
Not Another Stupid Dare: Chapter 4 FINAL

The FINAL chapter for not another stupid dare! Thanks to marykayle for sharing her fanfiction with us! Check out her other works as well! Enjoy!

Also Read:
Not Another Stupid Dare: Marinette x Adrien
Not Another Stupid Dare: Chapter 2
Not Another Stupid Dare: Chapter 3
Wait before you read this read these first if you haven’t. You will thank me later…

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

The said girl froze on the school stairs like a deer caught in the headlights. She slowly turned her head around to see who this angry voice belonged to.

Nino was furiously approaching her. She never saw him like that. Marinette couldn’t help but wonder what she has done to deserve his anger. The poor girl couldn’t recall.

“We have a lot to talk about, young lady!” declared Nino as he came closer. It was so unlike him that Marinette barely could snap out of her initial shock. What on earth was happening?

“Nino?” The bluenette gave him a very confused look. “What’s the matter?”

“You tell me! What happened between you and Adrien that you won’t even give him a chance to talk to you and explain everything?”

“It’s none of your business, Nino.” She let him know she didn’t want to talk.

“Then what has happened between you and Chat Noir, huh, Ladybug? And don’t think that you could present it as two different problems because they aren’t!”

“WHAT?!” The girl was beyond terrified.

“I asked you about your fight with Chat Noir. And yes, I called you Ladybug. There’s no way out until I can hear from you what’s the matter between you guys.” Nino was slowly calming down. “I suppose that you have no other choice than to tell me everything I wanna hear.”

Marinette blinked a couple of times.

“Okay then,” she sighed. “Guess I really have no choice… See, Chat discovered my identity a couple of weeks ago and he didn’t tell me he knew until I discovered who he is. He loves only Ladybug, Nino,” she said bittersweet, “not the girl behind the mask. Of course, how could I be anything more than a disappointment for him? It’s just… I love all of him, and he loves only one side… Though I doubt even that. It’s simply not fair for him to be with Ladybug if he doesn’t like her civilian self!” Marinette felt a tear streaming down her face.

“…Dude.”

“What?” She asked dejectedly.

“Dude.”

“…?” She gave him a pointed glare.

“You’re wrong. Please let my man prove you wrong. It’s not an impossible request, is it?”

Maybe it won’t be so much harm in it, she thought.

“… Okay. I promise.”

“Adrien Agreste!”

The boy stopped dead in tracks and tensed his shoulders before turning around to the source of an angry voice.

Oh no. Not Alya. Everyone but Alya. Because this girl knew how to be scary, and now she was fuming. Adrien prayed to all gods to survive whatever Alya was going to throw on him.

“Here you are! Care to explain what happened between you and Marinette?!”

“I’m afraid it’s not your concern, Alya,” he answered cautiously. “I have to go now, so if you’ll excuse me…”

He tried to sneak off. Alya’s words, however, made him change his mind.

“And where do you think are you going, huh, Chat Noir? It’s not like Ladybug is waiting for you, because last time I checked, you were in the fight, just like with Marinette. Pretty funny coincidence, isn’t it?”

“W-What are you talking about?” he managed to answer.

“Oh, you heard me pretty well with all your cat hearing! Agreste, I’m so gonna kick your butt if you NOW wouldn’t take your ass here and explain! Me! Everything!”

He came closer with a look of a guilty cat on his features. You better not argue with Alya in this state.

“…Okay… Though I don’t like it at all!” Alya gave him a death glare. “Basically, it’s nothing to talk about: I discovered her identity a couple of weeks ago and didn’t tell her. Then there was this kiss, then she discovered my identity, then she thought I only love a Ladybug side of her, which is so not true! And she stopped talking to me and didn’t even give me a chance to sort this out and now she must hate me and we’ll probably never end up being together and…”

“Woah there, slow down,” Alya was less furious now. “Nino will get her to talk to you, so you’d better think of the points which should prove her wrong.”

Adrien inhaled sharply.

“Okay, Alya, thanks, I guess?” She hummed something in appreciation. “I suppose you guys understand that secret identity is secret for a reason and are smart enough to keep your knowledge to yourself.” Alya shot him a ‘do-you-think-we-are-idiots’ look. “May I ask you though? How did you find out?”

“Oh, just. You never fight. And here you are, not even on speaking terms as both yourselves and your alter-egos. Honestly, if Nino didn’t mention this, your identities would stay secret. But, you know, that’s exactly what he did.” She smiled at the memory. “And not only that helped us…”

/The previous evening…

“We need to get them to talk to each other! Now that we know they are our favorite superhero duo, we have a huge benefit! We need a good plan, Nino!”

“I’m afraid that once they hear about us knowing their identities, they would switch on their ‘superhero’ mode and threaten us not to tell anyone,” replied Nino. “And we still won’t get to the point and lose our benefit.”

“So what do you propose?” asked Alya.

“We should be scarier from the beginning. Like we are really furious on them for their actions, or better be said, for the lack of them. I hope it would work at least.”

“Maaaybeee…” Alya tapped her chin in thought. “But Marinette is used to me being angry, so I’m afraid it wouldn’t have the desired effect.”

“Oh, well then… Oh! Got it! Let’s switch roles. You’re talking to Adrien and I’m confronting Marinette! How does that sound?”

“Perfect!” His girlfriend broke in a huge devilish smile and leaned in to kiss him. “Come on, now that we are finished with our genius matchmaking, we still have time left for ourselves.”

Nino only supported her suggestion with another kiss./

Marinette bumped into Adrien in the hallway. With her own clumsiness, she wasn’t even surprised.

“Marinette, we need to talk, please!” Adrien called for her.

Well, she promised. Collect yourself, you don’t want to burst into tears or be easy prey for the Akuma because of a simple rejection; she thought.

“Okay. Look, I still want us to be partners no matter what. I realize that my behavior was inappropriate, and I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, it was just really a lot to take in. Forgive me please if you can…”

“Of course, Marinette, my lady. I could never be angry at you. I understand your state. See, when I found out you were Ladybug, it wasn’t hard to believe that you indeed were one the same. You share a lot of common features, you know that? Everything that I love in Ladybug is also present in Marinette.” She looked at him with no expression on her face. “I love you, I really do, whether we speak about Marinette or Ladybug. I’ll do anything only to make you believe that it’s true. I love you.”

Marinette closed her eyes for a second and flashed a sad smile. She opened her eyes and stared at his. Just like two days ago, they were very gentle, comforting, kind, and had that warm green color.

“I believe you,” she finally whispered. And I love you. All of you. I was just so scared that you won’t love a plain girl like – mmmph!”

He kissed her with all love and adoration he could find. And when she responded with equal passion, he knew everything was going to be okay. The kiss turned into a hungrier one, it screamed ‘mine mine mine’ and clouded all his thoughts. When they broke the kiss, even Chloé screaming in the distance couldn’t ruin his euphoric state. Mine still echoed in his mind.

“Marry me,” he blurted out without thinking. Marinette lost her ability to speak. “That’s not..! It just slipped out, I didn’t mean… Only if you’re not against it! No! What I mean is -” The best way to shut him up was to kiss him, Marinette figured out.

Alya and Nino fist-bumped around the corner. This was (so not) a piece of cake, after all.

A/N: hey guys, this is over now! Tell me what you think! And please send me what country are you from if it’s not shown in your profile – I’m making a kind of ML fan map. (P.S. I am really surprised at the variations of the countries, like literally ML is trending in every corner of the planet!)

August 3, 2021
Not Another Stupid Dare: Chapter 3

If you missed the last chapter, you can read it:

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

“Alya?..”

“What, Nino?”

“Do you think we pushed them too far?”

“I… don’t think so,” answered the journalist hesitatingly. “He kissed her the second time on his own free will, didn’t he?”

“Yeah… You know, it looks like they are moving with their relationship a little TOO quickly. First kiss, then first fight already! I won’t be surprised if he’ll propose in the next few days!”

Though Nino meant it as a joke, knowing Adrien it was quite possible.

“I wonder what’s the matter…” muttered Alya.

It was three days from their kiss in front of everyone, and now Adrien and Marinette wouldn’t even talk. Well, Adrien tried to reach for her, but Marinette avoided him at all costs.

Neither Alya nor Nino could understand. When Alya asked Marinette, she received only ‘he doesn’t love me’, and Marinette refused to provide her with any further details. When Nino asked Adrien, his only answer was ‘she is furious at me’, and the model didn’t bother to explain more.

Their best friends were confused.

“Honestly, we’re so lucky that our relationship isn’t so complicated,” declared Nino, leaning closer to Alya. She pushed him back.

“Now’s not the time! We tied this knot between them, so we are up to untangle it! If only not for this stupid dare…”

“If not,” interrupted Nino, “they would probably never get together. At least now we have some progress!”

“Uh-uh. You meant regress? Because before they at least talked to each other!”

“Babe, we’ll fix this, I’m sure…”

“How?” Alya was desperate. “We don’t even know the reason for their silence! Marinette claims Adrien doesn’t love her, Adrien states she is angry with him! And they won’t even explain this profusely!”

“That’s it!” Nino fist-bumped into the air. “Alya, you are a genius! The problem is in some huge misunderstanding, it’s not about feelings! So… We help Adrien and Marinette to sort everything out, et Voila! They are a couple,” he finished with a huge grin.

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting one tiny detail,” Alya was quick to disappoint him. “We know nothing about this misunderstanding.”

Patrol was difficult to start for Marinette. She felt betrayed. Why didn’t Chat tell her he knew her secret identity? Maybe he only loved Ladybug and Marinette was a disappointment, her mind whispered…

Ladybug landed on their usual meeting roof. She needed to collect herself. Needed not to be a disaster as her second identity, too.

A clawed hand softly landed on her shoulder. The heroine couldn’t even find the strength to move. Chat Noir hesitatingly sat in front of her.

“Marinette, my lady, why are you crying? What happened?”

She was crying? Huh, she didn’t even notice. Ladybug wiped off the tears with a gloved hand. Wow, she really cried a lot. The girl only hid her head in the knees.

“Go away, Chat. It’s none of your business.”

“But we are partners, we are supposed to help each other and sort our problems, my lady.”

Ladybug bit her lower lip. Deep inhale. Raise the head. Look your partner in the eyes. So green and soft and comforting and kind and… No! Not the time.

“There’s nothing to discuss, kitty,” she forced a smile. “You love Ladybug and not the girl behind the mask. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“That’s not true!”

She sighed.

“You don’t love Ladybug then? Expectingly since she turned out to be a disaster as her civilian self.” She stood up. “I take the east side of the city, you take the west.”

The heroine was off before Chat could stop her. Well, he thought dejectedly, if plan A didn’t work, it’s time for a Plan B: explain everything in civilian forms.

“Well?”

“I’m thinking, Nino, don’t interrupt me.”

“But babe, you’ve been at the same point, like, an hour ago! Come on, either you have any ideas or you need a break,” Nino wiggled his eyebrows at Alya and leant closer.

“Okay,” she finally put everything that could help her with solving Adrienette mystery aside and leaned in to kiss her boyfriend. “But I also have Ladyblog to take care o-mmmph!” Nino silenced her with the second kiss.

“Ladyblog can wait for one evening. Besides, your favorite Ladynoir is not likely to happen.” Another kiss. “They got in a fight, just like our friends, and aren’t even on speaking terms.” A deeper kiss. “What is it recently between everyone to argue so badly? Neither Adrien and Marinette nor Ladybug and Chat Noir got into a serious fight earlier. Hell, neither of them ever even got in the fights! Except for the first day at school, of course.”

“WAIT.” Alya sat straight in her seat. Some gears were turning in her head, Nino could tell, as she incomplete mess started doing something on her computer. She opened the Ladyblog and chose the clearest picture of Ladybug and Chat Noir during one of the interviews. Clicked ‘print it’.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” she repeated under her breath. Then she scrolled through the saved photos, looking for something, and chose the picture where she, Marinette, Nino, and Adrien were posing in a ‘spy’ mode. Clicked ‘print it’.

When the printer finished its work, the journalist put two photos near each other and practically immediately let out a scream.

Nino’s eyes widened, and he put his hand on Alya’s mouth to stop her from waking all the neighbors.

“OH. MY. GOD.” Alya whispered-screamed once her boyfriend let her go. “Nino, look here.”

“Okay, so we have a picture of two superheroes and us pretending to be super cool superheroes. So what?”

Alya let out a muffled scream in frustration and took a pencil in her hands. A minute later she returned a picture of four of them to Nino. Adrien and Marinette had the masks sketched on their faces, and Adrien had an extra of cat ears.

“Dude.”

“Yes, Nino?”

“Dude.”

“What?”

“You’re a freaking genius, but that’s impossible.”

“Why not?” She seemed offended. “Look here.” Alya scrolled through her pictures and proudly presented Nino a photoshopped Chat Noir’s suit on Adrien. Nino mumbled something inaudible. But Alya didn’t stop. She opened a photo editor, uploaded Ladybug’s photo and erased a mask.

Nino was at a loss of words.

“Okay,” stated Alya. “Now we at least can guess their problem. I’m so gonna kick their stupid aces!” she yelled angrily.

July 13, 2021
Not Another Stupid Dare: Chapter 2

A new fanfiction done by marykayle ! This is just the second chapter. The last 2 will be posted later. Go ahead and enjoy!

Why? Was the only question spinning in Marinette’s mind that evening. Why did Adrien Agreste kissed her the second time immediately after her request? She didn’t know

Because Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir, who loved Ladybug, was not the answer someone could offer her. But adding ‘who accidentally discovered her identity a couple of weeks ago’ would definitely help the case.

An accident was something you could expect. Because if you have a feline partner with an unexplainable love for rooftops and if you’re about to detransform into your civilian self, you should remember not only looking around, but also checking the upper levels.

Being an embodiment of bad luck, Chat Noir was actually surprised that he didn’t fall off that damned roof right on the spot.

It didn’t take so much to get used to the knowledge. After all, it was not hard to believe that his lady and his brave Princess were one the same. However, when he looked at it from Adrien’s point of view… They were nothing alike, judging by the character.

So Adrien decided to keep his secret to himself.

Of course, he was in panic when he heard Nino’s dare. He didn’t want to push himself on Marinette. He was afraid she would never forgive him. When he told Plagg about it, the kwami only chuckled, claiming that Adrien was the most oblivious person in the world.

For goodness sake, he couldn’t figure out what Plagg meant.

The kiss with her was as amazing as he imagined. She tasted something delicious, he couldn’t understand what exactly, she smelled like fresh baked treats, and she was an amazing kisser. She didn’t even protest, though he was afraid she would slap him for the invasion in privacy and hate till the ends of her days.

However, when Marinette blurted out that magical ‘kiss me better’, everything clicked. Adrien didn’t even hesitate before kissing her for the second time that day.

Now he was lying on the couch in his bedroom with the only thought: what’s next?

The next morning was hard for both of them. Neither could bring himself to look at the another.

Marinette was shy.

Adrien was angry.

Angry with himself, of course. He could never be angry with his lady without any reasons behind. It was unfair, he thought, for him to know her identity, and for her not to. It was unfair that while he loved both her sides, she still liked only Adrien.

She needed to know.

No, she would be angry that he didn’t tell her sooner.

But she needed to know.

But she would be angry. Ugh.

That’s it! The thought striked him. He’ll let her figure his identity as if by accident. Than it wouldn’t count. And he had to do it quickly. Adrien thought he couldn’t bear much time with things like that.

Think, he encouraged himself.

The opportunity presented itself during the lunch break. The teacher asked him to help her with a huge pile of books. Unfortunately, the amount of the said books limited his vision pretty much, so no wonder he bumped into the doorway. The books went flying to the floor with the papers on top of the pile. Adrien wasn’t careful enough, and one of the sheets left him a scratch on the cheek. It wasn’t too deep, but the angle was nearly ninety degrees, which made the scratch quite noticeable.

Only when his classmates showed deep concern, and Marinette especially – she examined the injury for a solid minute, helping to reduce its visibility, – he saw it as a dead giveaway of his identity.

Adrien couldn’t wait to start the patrol.

When Ladybug joined her partner, the scratch was the first thing that she asked about. He honestly told her it was just his luck to be cut like this by a sheet of paper and watched her face as she slowly made the connection.

Recognition. Connecting the dots. Disbelief. Surprise. Shock. The world turning upside down. Flashing memories. Denial.

Wait, what?

He needed to interfere.

“What’s up, my lady? What is so shocking about the cut? It’ll be okay in a couple of days, I purr-omise.”

“Ad-Chat. It’s nothing, let’s start patrolling.”

“But my lady, something is definitely bothering you!” He couldn’t believe she won’t tell him ! But, from the other hand, he didn’t, either.

“Chaton, it’s okay. Just some civilian stuff.”

“Maybe I could help you? Since you’ll be avoiding revealing details?”

Ladybug seemed to doubt. Finally, she gave in.

“Okay, so there’s a boy in my school I really like.” She paused. I hope it’s me, he thought. I hope I was not mistaken. “And yesterday he kissed me. Not because he wanted, it was just a stupid dare.” Oh thank god. Not that I doubted. Nope. “But the thing is, he kissed me once more later. Without any pressing matters. I hope it means he likes me, but I’m confused. Today he didn’t even speak to me…”

“But of course I like you, my lady,” blurted out Chat. “Never doubt that.”

She glanced at him with utter horror on her face.

“How long have you known?”

Only here he realized what he said. But there was no backing up now.

“Umm… Maybe for a couple of weeks?”

“And you never told me…” she whispered, launching herself away.

“My lady, wait!” Chat tried to stop her, but it was in vain.

He sat on the roof. What made her THIS upset, that she won’t even talk everything out, he wondered.

Realization dawned on him like a bucket of ice water.

“My lady… I called her my lady the entire time, and now she thinks I like her only because she is Ladybug…”

Chat Noir stood up.

“Marinette, I’ll prove you that I like the girl behind the mask on her own.”

Even if it was going to take quite an amount of efforts to reach the girl in denial. He’s a hero, after all, he’ll manage. Hopefully.

Next chapter will be up soon!!!!

August 16, 2020
Not Another Stupid Dare: Marinette x Adrien

A new fanfiction done by marykayle ! This is just the first chapter. The other 3 will be posted later. Go ahead and enjoy!

Chapter One

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nino, choose another dare!”

“Nope. You lost the bet, Adrien. You owe me a dare.”

“Yes, but not this one!”

“Why not? Does kissing Marinette disgusts you so much? You were not opposed to kissing her when we were making a film. What changed?”

“Nothing! It’s not that I don’t want to kiss her, I don’t want to do it in front of the entire class! If you dared me to simply kiss her, I would have found the opportunity and apologize later. But this? Not only when everyone is watching, but with a follow-up cheesy line?! She is extremely shy around me, this only will completely ruin her attitude towards me! I still want to be friends with her, Nino!”

Adrien and Nino were arguing like that for about five minutes. Adrien lost a bet – it was silly, really – which Nino provoked him to take. Of course, it was his and Alya’s common idea to help their two friends get together, and they found what seemed to them a good solution.

“Fine,” sighed Adrien at last. “I’ll do it. Why Marinette, anyways?”

Nino smirked. “Dude, do you want it to be Chloé instead? I can arrange that…”

“NOOO!” Adrien screamed in horror. “Anyone except Chloé!”

“Aren’t you even a little into Marinette?” asked Nino with concern.

Adrien blushed and said nothing.

Marinette was running late. Again. Of course. It didn’t even surprise her. She burst in the classroom and tripped over her feet, falling right between the teacher and Adrien’s desk with a quiet ‘oww’. Her classmates smiled at her clumsiness, several tried to suppress giggles. But not Chloé, obviously.

“Ohh, Sabrina, look, poor Marinette, always tripping over nothing, how does she even survive? So pathetic!”

“Chloé!” snapped Ms. Mendeleiv at her. She turned her attention to Marinette. “Come in, take your place. Try not to be late the next time, or you’ll receive an hour detention after classes.”

Marinette silently sat near Alya, who patted her on the back.

“It’s nothing, girl, just ignore her as usual.”

“It’s not that, Alya,” sighed the bluenette. I tripped in front of Adrien. He must be thinking I am a complete clutz and ends up avoiding me at all costs, and we’ll never get married and have three children and a hamster!” She dropped her head on the crossed arms too hard with another ‘oww’.

Chloé couldn’t miss such a chance.

“Second time in two minutes, Marinette? Must be a new world record of your super awkwardness!”

Ms. Mendeleiv once more shushed the blonde. Nino elbowed Adrien.

“Hey, dude, remember the bet?”

“Yeah, yeah,” reassured him Adrien. “I’m just waiting for the right moment. After all, I wouldn’t fulfill your dare in the middle of the lesson!”

Finally the bell rang. Adrien mentally prepared himself for inevitable. Just as he was about to raise up and come closer to the girl, he heard Kim’s voice behind.

“Hey, Marinette, we are up to another challenge with Alix. Do you want to come and watch? Maybe you could draw some awesome banner for the event?”

No, it wasn’t flirting. Neither there were any romantic intentions, just a simple friendly request. However, Adrien already knew that in these circumstances he would seem very jealous and possessive of Marinette for no reason at all. But he also knew that he had his courage only now.

Marinette merely had time to respond ‘sure’ before she spotted Adrien. He was definitely approaching her. Oh god, her mind screamed, he is coming to me, what does he want?

“A-Adrien?” she stuttered. “Wha…”

Her words were interrupted the most pleasant way possible. Adrien didn’t even give her time to finish before capturing her lips with his.

Marinette stood for a second frozen in shock, then started to respond, fully into the kiss. What is happening, she internally screamed. ‘It’s Adrien and he is kissing me!’ was the thought in the corner off her brain. But FAMILIARFAMILIARFAMILIAR was the only thing circling in her mind, though she was 100% sure they never kissed before. This is not how I wanted this to happen, was her last clear thought before Adrien broke the kiss.

Marinette felt like she was going to faint. Adrien, seemingly deciding to help her with that and spin her mind completely, winked at her.

“Hey, Princess, guess I simply couldn’t resist your charms!” he declared with a huge grin on his face.

The girl’s legs betrayed her, and she collapsed (by mere miracle) right on her seat, looking at the model with wide eyes, not daring to blink. However, he was already gone back to his seat and started writing something very quickly.

The rest of the class was silent for another several moments, and then they broke into cheers. Both teens chose to ignore the others. It was pure luck that Chloé went to the bathroom with Sabrina to fix her hair and didn’t get to see the whole encounter.

Marinette still was in shock when the bell rang. She wasn’t paying attention to the lesson or to anything around her for that matter until Adrien slipped the note to her with the most adorable apologetic expression.

She unwrapped the paper.

‘Marinette,’ it read, ‘I am extremely guilty and extremely sorry for this. The thing is that I lost a bet to Nino and he was very persistent for me to fulfill exactly this dare. I don’t know the reason behind it, and I apologize sincerely for forcing you into this. Please forgive me and Nino for that matter.’

The note contained tons of crossed out lines. The bluenette smiled to herself – despite this being a stupid dare, she got the chance to kiss Adrien and he obviously cared for her judging by the efforts he put into the note.

Adrien was innocent, she decided. Well, not completely, but still, she couldn’t find the strength to be mad at him. Nino, from the other hand…

When the final bell rang, Alya and Nino inconspicuously excused themselves and left the classroom with the speed of lighting. Marinette was still utterly confused, so it took a lot of time to gather her belongings. By the time she packed her things, she was the only person left in the classroom. Well, practically the only.

Adrien Agreste was patiently waiting for her.

“Marinette! Look, I’m so sorry! Maybe I could make it up to you somehow?”

“Kiss me better,” she blurted out what was on the tip of her tongue without even thinking as the words automatically flew out of her mouth.

Before she could even process what she just said, his lips were on hers.

DUNDUNDUNDUN!! Next chapter will be up later! Leave us a review to tell us what you think!

June 21, 2020