#aaw he's embarrassed now

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XXI)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

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Where we last left off... Wonder Woman! Robin! Impulse! Danny! Dick drawings! Who says that occupational therapy and learning a second language can't be fun?

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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EXTRA TW for: vomiting, panic attacks (this chapter only)

Danny can hold a spoon now. He is unstoppable.

So, when the lady isn’t there to feed him dinner (more mush), one of the not-the-lady nurses gives Danny a tray, and lays a mat over his lap so that he can eat without completely messing up his bedsheets.

Eat he does. Slowly. Maybe a little messily, and it’s kind of embarrassing to have to admit to himself that food definitely spills out of his mouth and onto his lap. The doctor/nurse/medical person, whoever they are, turns on the television, and Danny doesn’t try to ask for the remote. The television only gets something like ten channels, and none of them are cartoons at lunch hour.

So. News it is.

Most of the news follows the same cycle; the weather, sports teams Danny can now recognize the colors of, traffic cameras, and events with long, scrolling text to detail the happenings onscreen. There’s something about dogs? That’s fun. The scientist/nurse/tech, whoever they are, says something in the tone of Aaw, aren’t they cute? as puppies run about and wrestle on screen.

Danny kind of misses Cujo. He picks at his bedsheet, and doesn’t say anything.

The dog program transitions away— there’s a bright banner in its place. Danny’s seen it before: it’s something to the equivalent of Breaking News. It’s usually weather, or crime, or something.

Um. But it’s not that. Danny’s spoon drops, because a ROBOT LADY lights up the screen with a glistening silver suit, not unlike the Ecto-Skeleton his parents used to keep in the basement. Or, well…this one might be more streamlined?

Danny shifts. He can’t help. He’s here, in the hospital. Or. Uh. The space…hospital. His body is very broken.

But there’s a robot lady wrecking a town on Earth.

And Danny can fly.

…Could fly. Could have flown. If he was. Well.

Danny’s not well, and his body aches and his hands don’t work and his legs work even less, but there’s people out there who need help. People who are getting shot at with rays and Danny can fight them, and humans can’t. Danny can help. He—

His core throbs. Danny chokes. He pulls at his chest, trying to find some kind of purchase on his medical gown to tug himself—up?? Out?? He can’t fly right now, but maybe—?

“Whoah, whoah, whoah, abide, abide.”

Danny grits his teeth. “Look!” he snaps, and jams a finger at the television. “There’s—look! There’s a giant robot out there punching buildings!”

“Wacie,” the human protests, but at least turns up the volume so that Danny can see better. “Wacie, þær eart firas þær nou.”

What does that mean?!

Danny hasn’t lifted himself in forever. His legs don’t work, but his arms…might.

He presses his palms down to the mattress. He pushes.

There is a liberated fraction of a second where Danny’s whole weight is on his arms.

—And then he comes crashing back to reality, his elbows snapping back into place. His butt slams back onto the bed and the whole frame jitters.

Danny pants. His arms quake.

The medic completely barrels through Danny’s usually meticulously-kept personal bubble, trying to make sure Danny didn’t dislodge his IV or rip his ligaments and tendons or tear his muscles or. Something. Danny barely notices, barely cares, because someone else blasts onto the television screen in a red bathing suit and gold boots.

And suddenly, both the people on screen are fighting. It’s brilliant. It’s bloody—it’s physical, in the way that flesh and bone and metal must be. Danny’s never seen serious fighting like that before.

And the new woman flies.

Danny stares.

She flies. She fights. She wins—narrowly dodging or displacing lasers with something shiny on her arms, and getting long hair singed in the process. In the end, the robot is tethered down with some kind of shiny metal rope, screaming and kicking all the way.

…Danny barely remembers to choke in air. That's so cool.

The medical person says something reassuring, but Danny’s too tired to listen. He watches this new woman take her applause, floating down on nothing but air to meet the reporter and answer questions. She looks poised. Confident. People clap. People shout things out. People smile. People cheer.

…No one is screaming. No one is running.

There are no ghost hunters in the crowd.

Danny’s exhale is manual. So is his inhale. His heart monitors are making all sorts of funky pictures most likely, but that’s not his business—he watches a woman in armor who flies take off into the sky, free to come and go as she pleases.

It…it hurts. It’s so beautiful and so peaceful and gentle and it hurts so much.

His eyes well up with tears. Why did she get this? This…niceness? Everyone had hated him when he'd tried to help—the teachers, Vlad, the town, his parents. They’d hated him! All he ever wanted to do was help like she did!

What made him so different?! Why was it Danny who got hunted down and shot at? Why was it Danny who got kidnapped and taken hostage?!

Tears burn his eyes like fire. It’s got to be the salt. Danny’s strangled whine turns into a choked off sob before he can catch it. His hand goes to his mouth, but he can’t stifle the noise.

He doesn’t want to. He wants to cry. He thinks he deserves it.

The tears come until he is sobbing, crying, wailing—because WHY WHY WHY was it so easy to hurt him?! WHY DID THEY HURT HIM, WHY DID MOM HURT HIM, HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!

A towel appears in his hand. They’re so nice to him here. So much nicer than when Mom and Dad had—

Danny’s cries are as much screams as they are anything else.

There are hands on his shoulder. On his back. Rubbing. Danny wants to shove them off but the lady isn’t here, which means that it’s one of the staff-members who isn’t supposed to touch him. They’re not supposed to touch him in case Danny hurts them but one of them gave Danny a clean towel to scream into and is rubbing his back because he’s crying.

They’re trying to be so nice and gentle but EVERYONE JUST WANTS TO HURT HIM.

They’re smart, though. They notice before Danny does, and have a bucket ready by the time heaving sobs turn into outright vomiting.

At least the mush mostly makes it into the bucket.

*

…So.

Having a breakdown…sucks.

Danny has to carefully brush his teeth with an extra-soft bristle brush and rinse out his mouth before he gets more water.

Someone is being very nice. There’s artificial fruit punch flavoring in his drink. He wants to feel grateful but he mostly feels dead.

…His eyes slide listlessly across the room. Ha. Dead.

Danny is horizontal and wrung dry and too tired to do anything but pant by the time the lady comes back to his room. She’s in quicker than usual—her gown is sort of sloppy, hair sticking out of her hair net, and she’s still looping her mask around her ear.

She gets down on her knees beside his bed. She asks him if he’s alright.

Danny’s not alright. He isn’t sure he’s been alright in…ages. Ages and ages. Before he was trapped and tied down. Before he was hated. Reviled.

…Before he was Phantom, maybe; before Danny Fenton had died a shocking, senseless death.

Tears try to wring themselves out of his aching eyeballs, but he’s too dry-eyed to cry; the lady make sad, wet eyes for him, and that’s probably enough between the two of them. Danny’s misery is a vast, gaping void, and all he has to show for it is the shovel he’s been digging through all this shit with for the last few years.

The lady brings her hands closer to his hairline, curled fingers hovering in the air. Her word’s don’t mean anything to him, but the gesture is clear: May I?

“…Mm,” Danny agrees. His eyes fall closed when she gently scratches at his scalp with her fingers.

No one’s touched him gently, on purpose, in…ages. When he was little, Dad used to pop him between him and Mom in bed. Mom would brush out Danny’s bangs with her fingers and Dad would hum. It was always something ill-fitting and silly. Guns N’ Roses. Led Zepplin. Santana. Sometimes Jazz would sit with them, crushing him until Dad had to pull him up and out of harm’s way.

In the quarantine lab, hurting him had just been part of the scientific process. What if there was some new discovery under his fat layer? On the other side of his ribs? Nestled between his alveoli?

Danny sniffles. He’s too dry to cry. He blinks invisible dust off of his eyelashes, and focuses on the weird lady who’s with him now.

Up close, when his eyes work, she looks nice. She has blue eyes, like him. Like Dad. They’re kinda…glowy, maybe? Sparkly? They remind him of ice in the Far Frozen—inhumanly brisk, and impossibly clean. She has eye crinkles where she smiles, tan skin making them more defined than their actual depth. Between her hair net and her medical mask, little wisps of black baby hairs shine through.

She pets him. She smiles. Danny isn��t sure why, but. Whatever. Jazz used to insist that human skin-to-skin contact was an essential need, so this is probably, like, also medical care.

Yeah. Danny squints. …Sure.

Whatever. It’s nice.

So Danny gets petted and it’s fine. He almost doesn’t notice the giant gauntlet under the paper sleeve of her gown, but then it’s right in his field of vision, and. Hey. Didn’t he see that on TV, like, an hour ago?

Danny stares.

He can’t actually tell if they’re gold under the pale blue color of the gown, but. The color is certainly some sort of unusually colored metal, cold to the touch even through the paper-like material of the gown.

…He doesn’t want to touch her, or let her know that he’s touching her. But. He brushes the back of his wrist against the bracelet, and it hums against the paper gown between it and his bare skin.

The lady blinks. She looks down at where they made contact, and asks him if he’s alright.

Danny looks away.

She knows she saw him reach out to her, though, so she takes her hand off of his hair (…hey…) and pulls back the sleeve on her gown. “Sest,” she offers. See?

It is the same kind of bracer he saw on TV. Up close he can see the designed etched into it—geometric lines stretching down from her fingers to her elbow, terminating in something structural. Not quite diamonds. Just…strong.

There’s a couple of very, very tiny letters down towards the bottom. His eyes strain when they try to make any sense out of them; they’re too small for him to actually focus on, which sucks.

She steps back, and pushes her sleeves down to show off her gold bracers. She lifts up the hem of her gown, revealing red boots that go waaaay up her thigh. They have the same gold metalwork as she does on the bracers.

Danny just saw those on the television. His eyes widen.

“You—“ he starts, and then remembers their difference in language. He points his hand at the television. “You fought? You were on TV?”

“Hwæt?”

“The TV?” Danny repeats. She doesn’t understand. Danny doesn’t know how to tell her what he means. “The…you were there?”

She looks at him to expand. Danny looks back at her.

…So they just stare at each other silently.

The door cracks open; the person who’d mediated Danny’s breakdown pokes their head in and says something. “Eower feoht wæs an þe box todæge.”

The lady blinks. Danny blinks. Wait. Did they just call the television the box?

“…Box?” Danny clarifies, and lifts a hand to shakily point at the television again.

The lady blinks, and grins. “Yea!” she returns, pumped up. She stands, to the powerful height she’d had on the television—excuse him, the box—and flexes her now-exposed arms to show off massive biceps.

Holy moly. Danny hasn’t seen any bigger biceps on his Dad.

She flexes one arm, the other, both—in front, and behind. If Danny had that much definition, he’d be showing off too! She leaps back impossibly far—and holy crap she can fly— to show off some mock punches at invisible enemies at speeds that Danny would be hard pressed to follow even with supernatural abilities.

He goggles.

She laughs at him, but she doesn’t sound mean—she sounds show-boating and silly, and teasing and playful, but not mean.

She’s like him. She’s not a ghost but she flies and she’s not human. She’s not human just like Danny. Just like that one green guy. Like the fast kid who visits him.

It’s such a relief. It’s so scary. Who are these people? Why are they healing him? Why are they keeping him?? Why do they have access to so many non-human people? What do they want him for? Is Danny supposed to fight like that?

He would fight. If he had to. He’s done it before.

If they make him fight, Danny’s pretty sure he’s going to fall apart like cheap glass.

The lady comes back when Danny goes quiet, her gloved fingers brushing up against his knuckles. The sensation is enough to bring Danny out of his…fog. Sometimes everything is so cloudy and vague. The pain medicine makes it go away, and the pain medicine brings it back.

Danny curls his hand into a shaking fist. He bumps her knuckles against his.

She makes a surprised noise. Danny feels her gently move his fingers, rearranging, moving where his thumb goes—

He huffs out a laugh. His fist wasn’t good enough to her standards. Her fist bump meets his in the middle with a smirk and a laugh, victory written all over her face.

[hymn-of-muse]

Baked with love

to Cole Brookstone x reader! requested by anon!

"is that..chocolate i smell?" a brunette clad in blue poked his head curiously into the kitchen, sniffing the air as if following his nose in a cartoon.

"yes, you do, but its not for you Jay." you informed, slapping his hand away from the bowl of batter when he tried to reach for it. "I'm making a cake-"

"cake? awesome! whats the special occasion? oh no did i forget someone's birthday??" the lighting ninja cut you off with his rambling, quickly jumping to conclusions faster than you could keep up with.

"-for Cole." you finished with a slight pout, crossing your arms over your apron. now that you said it out loud you felt a little embarrassed about it.

"wait, youre making a cake for cole? i though his birthday wasnt for like, another whole two months-ohhh" the look of embarrassment on your face finally made things click in jay's head. "aawe, youre making cole a cake." he cooed and teaed, lightly and playfully nudging your arm.

"shut up, Jay." you sighed, rolling you eyes at him before turning back to the bowl of chocolate cake batter to finish mixing it. "i want to surprise him so dont go telling him, alright? now if youre going to be in the kitchen im gonna make you help out, otherwise buzz off sparky."

"haha" jay gave a sarcastic laugh at the nickname. "you'd have way better luck at baking with zane than me, and with the mess youre making you probably need him." jay pointed out, gesturing to the mess of flour, egg shells and other ingredients on the counter space.

looking at the mess you groaned. "yeahh, youre right i probably do...you'll find him for me right?" you turned to face jay, puppy dog eyes and batted lashes at the ready.

"ah! not that face!! okay i'll go get him!" jay laughed, never one to say no to a cute face like the pleading puppy dog eyes. "Better clean up before sensei Wu gets back though." he said as he left the kitchen.

You went right back to baking after Jay left, starting to clean up a little bit of the mess and finish up the batter. you still needed to get the icing ready and on top of that you werent even sure in the first place if cole would even like the cake you made let alone if it would turn out okay. you really worried about that and hoped everything would turn out okay in the end, but you couldnt help letting that worry get to you, making you accidentally fumble a bit with the ingredients in your hands and worsening the mess the kitchen already was in.

"careful-" a familiar slight-monotonous voice rang out as a hand caught an egg that just about rolled off the counter and onto the floor, preventing it from platting all over the wood. "-got it."

in your haste to clean up the mess and finish the cake you hadn't notice Zane enter the kitchen. "I see Jay was not joking when he said you needed my assistance." Zane teased, letting out a light hearted chuckle as he placed the egg back into the opened carton with the rest and closed it.

"yeah, im..a mess myself today." you sighed, gesturing to the mess both on yourself and the area around the counterspace you used. "i dont think the cake's going to turn out so good zane"

"i'm sure you've done fine so far (name)." zane assured you. "why dont you finish following the recipe, i'll guide you while cleaning up some of the mess." he offered. "that way, it will still be you making the cake."

"that sounds good to me, you didnt have to take on the task of cleaning though, i could handle that part no problem." you said, feeling a bit guilty about your friend cleaning up your mess.

"nonsense, it is no trouble at all." zane smiled, already getting started on cleaning by grabbing the broom to sweep up the flour on the floor. "we'll be done and have the cake in the oven in no time." he nodded

and like he said, with his assistance on measurements and following the recipe, you felt just a bit less worried and time practically flew by. before you knew it the timer went off just as you two had finished up cleaning the kitchen and the cake was ready to take out of the oven.

"do you think he'll like it...? i mean, cole likes cake, yeah, but im worried he wont like this one..." you confided in your friend about your concerns as you placed the hot cake on the stove to cool before it could be iced.

"what makes you think he will not like it?" zane questioned, wanting to understand your worries better in order to help you however he can. "you followed the recipe quite well, and the cake looks to have turned out just right, do you lack confidence in your ability to decorate the cake with icing?"

"maybe? i dont know zane..." you sighed. "im just worried he wont like it, thats all." you werent sure why, rationally your concern didnt make much sense but you still worried either way. no matter what the reason was there was still a chance and to you that chance was scary.

"I am certain cole will love the cake, you made it after all." zane stated, patting you on the shoulder in attempt to comfort you with a small smile on his face.

before you could even ask the nindroid what he meant by that statement, he had already headed out the kitchen and left you to ice the cake on your own.

You hoped the two, Zane and Jay, wouldnt go spoiling your surprise and telling cole you were making him a cake. You wanted it to be a nice surprise, hopefully one he'd like. Even with Zane's assurance, you couldnt help feeling worried cole wouldnt like the cake in the end.

Soon you had the cake iced and decorated with chocolate and vanilla frosting. It was ready to be served! You just needed to figure out how to surprise Cole with it.

Getting Cole into the room would be the easy part, last you'd seen him he was playing a video game with Kai and Lloyd in the living room, but surprising him with the cake without him already suspecting the surprise is the difficult part.

Poking your head into the living room, you smiled seeing they were still there, and Lloyd was kicking both their butts in the game. "Awe man!" Kai and Cole groaned as Lloyd got the Victory screen.

"Hey Cole?" you called out from the doorway, leaning your shoulder on the door frame.

Cole glanced over at you from the game. "Hey (name), whats up?" he waved a bit, offering you a friendly smile.

"I just wanted to show you something, could you come with me?" you asked, gesturing out into the hallway of the ninja residence with a nod of your head.

"ooooh, (name) wants alone time with cole~" kai joked, nudging cole teasingly earning him a shove from cole and a laugh from Lloyd.

"knock it off kai." cole got up and followed you out. "so what is it you wanna show me?" he asked before you took his hands and placed them over his eyes.

"just follow me, then you'll see." you said, placing a hand under his arm to help lead him through the hallway back to the kitchen.

"do i get to guess what it is?" he chuckled, fully trusting your leadership as he walked blindly with you down the hall.

"nope, no guessing, its a surprise, you cant know till we get there." you insisted, hoping your nervousness didnt show in your voice when you spoke.

once you reached the kitchen you got him to stop so you could stand in front of the cake. thankfully, you got him to not suspect the surprise by keeping him from seeing he was headed to the kitchen. "okay, you can open your eyes now." you said, a nervous smile on your face as he removed his hands.

you stepped aside to reveal the cake. "tada!" you giggled a bit, arms extended out to gesture to the cake. "i...made you a-"

"Cake!!" cole nearly shouted, a huge smile on his face. "a chocolate cake!! you made it? for me?" he asked excitedly, grinning. it made you relieved and happy to see how happy it made him.

"yup" you nodded, smiling back, though you were still nervous about how he'd like it once he ate it.

"thats so awesome of you! can i have a piece now?" he asked, already going for a plate and cutlery. he wasnt going to take a no, he was set on trying the cake right now, not that you'd tell him no anyways.

Cole cut a slice of the cake, sliding it onto the plate he got out then picking up his fork, poking the slice and taking a bite. there was a minute of silence before he took another bite.

"so...what do you think? is it good?" you wondered, hoping his silence what a good sign rather than a bad one.

Cole turned to you, eyes wide and happy. "its so good, please always make cake." he managed to say between bites of cake. he was really enjoying it.

you let out a sigh of relief, so glad he liked your cake after all. "im glad you like it."

"like it?? nuh uh, i love it!!" he insisted. "Its gotta be the best cake ever, i swear." his enthusiasm got a soft giggle out of you. he was so cute, you couldnt help adoring him. "thank you (name)"

"youre welcome, cole."

[artzychic27]

More Favoritism stuff, cuz… I fucking love this au. Also, the person who sent in the first ask, sent in another one where two gay punks get the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous, so expect to see that soon

Now, let’s just throw around a few incorrect quotes

Marc: *About to go into battle as Mariquita* I know you're a little worried about me. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've never gone into a fight like this, and I don't know what's gonna happen. But you don't have to worry. I will make it back. I love you, man.

*Kiran hugs Marc*

Lila: Aaw.

*Marc then turns around in shock to see Lila, who has heard his every word*

Lila: Are you talking to your baby brother?

Marc: No!… Shut up!

Lila: That's adorable!

—

Mariquita: And where have you been?

Bomb Shell: Nowhere?

Mariquita: How did you get so hurt?

Bomb Shell: Oh, that. Well, uh, we were...

Vulpix: Hit...

Viperion: By a...

CapriKid: Bus?

Queen Bee: *whispers to CapriKid* Hit by a bus?!

CapriKid: Well, what was I supposed to say, meteor, cow, flying building?!

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Lila: *To the student body* Okay, yeah. I've got an apology. So, I have this friend who took pity on me as the new student this year. And I convinced him that it would be fun to mess up Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s life. So I pretended to be friends with Marinette, and then he would come to my house after and we would just laugh about all the dumb stuff Marinette said. And we gave these candy bar things that would make her break out, and then we turned her best friends against her because, oh yeah! She has her crush’s entire schedule in her room, which is creepy. And then... Oh yeah, Marc- you know my friend Marc? The mastermind got Adrien, Marinette’s obsession, to see the light and separate himself from her. Oh, God, and we gave her foot cream instead of face wash! God! I am so sorry Marinette. Really, I don't know why I did this. I guess it's probably because I've got a big crush on a guy who’s not even into you! Suck on that! AY-YI-YI-YI-YI-YI!

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Marinette: Can I just say that we don't have a clique problem at this school? And some of us shouldn't have to take this workshop because some of us are just victims in this situation.

Mme. Mendeleiev: … Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Marinette Dupain-Cheng? *she watches all students and teachers raise hands*

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Marc: Marinette Dupain-Cheng... How do I begin to explain Marinette Dupain-Cheng?

Jean: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a blackmailer.

Denise: I hear she’s got dirt on all of her classmates and they don’t know it.

Lacey: I hear she’s stalking Adrien now.

Ismael: Her room is lined with photos of him.

Simon: One time, I caught her kissing a wax statue of him at the museum.

Mireille: And she threatened me not to say anything.

Cosette: One time she punched me in the face... So I kicked her ass. It was awesome.

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Marinette: I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm popular.

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Marinette: Why were you talking to Marc Anciel?

Nathaniel: Well, I mean-

Marinette: He’s so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Marc Anciel. We super close back in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Gerard who was totally gorgeous and obsessed with me, and Marc was like, weirdly jealous. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with Gerard, he’s be like, "When can we hang out?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with us?" So then, for my birthday party, which I invited Gerard to, I was like, "Marc, I can't invite you, because I think you're in love with Gerard." I mean I couldn't have that at my party. There would be so much drama. I mean, right? Of course, everyone caught on, and saw him only as a homewrecker, because, duh, he is. And then he dropped out of school because no one would talk to him after, and he came back in the fall for lycee, his hair was messed up and he was totally weird, and now I guess he's on crack.

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Adrien: Marinette seems... sweet!

Marc: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is not sweet! She's a scum-sucking demon queen, she ruined my life!

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Okay, now headcanons!

Marc occasionally gets revenge on Marinette by cutting holes into her jeans, leggings, and shorts

After Marinette tarnished Lila’s reputation by claiming she got Akumatized because she was jealous of her liking Adrien, Marc seized the opportunity to adopt her

Marc: Hey, when you’re done crying over the school’s cult leader shunning you, I wanna restyle your hair.

Lila: … Why are you talking to me? Aren’t you worried about her highness sending them after you?

Marc: Honey, we’ve been bitter enemies the minute she was born. She can do or say whatever the hell she wants. Now, let me do your hair. I’m not a fan of the three ponytails.

Lila: Fine, go ahead. *Marc starts undoing her ponytails* … You do know you’re in the girls bathroom, right?

Marc: Screw gender, you needed help.

They spend their days avoiding Marinette and her classmates at all costs, reading under the stairs on in the basement, and doing each others nails

Lila has considered switching classes, but she doesn’t want to give Marinette the satisfaction

Marc’s closed off from his classmates in this au. He doesn’t know if he can trust them or not, and they don’t talk to him

Whenever they try to make conversation, he gives one worded answers and then walks away

Marinette has blackmail on all of her classmates, and they’re none the wiser. One person thinks everyone else loves her and they go along with it because they don’t want to be shunned and harassed like the outcasts by the rest of the school

It’s mob mentality. She popular and supposedly nice, so people go along with everything she says, and becuase she has connections with celebrities

The moment Nathaniel behind hanging out with Marc and Lila after Marc refused to make an Adrinette comic with him, Marinette made sure to let everyone know about his anger issues, causing him to be avoided by almost half the student body while the rest just try to provoke him

Well, that all ends when Marc defends him

Marc: Oh, Louis. Do I need to tell a certain someone I caught you making out with another certain someone in the school basement?

Louis: Y-you wouldn’t!

Marc: … Try me, bitch. *Louis runs away* That’s what I thought.

Nathaniel: … Thanks-

Marc: Don’t talk to me. *Leaves*

For that Carrie au, Marc’s not bullied as badly as 80s Carrie (because it’s not the 80s where teenagers had knives and could shiv you at any moment and slaughtered pigs), but it’s common to find graffiti on his locker and for some people to steal his belongings

Marc discovers his telekinesis when he inadvertently causes a cup of water to spill all over Marinette after she threw a crumpled up napkin at him

He gets his small dose of payback by tripping a few of his tormentors from other classes, making phones short circuit, and tying some shoelaces together

But enough about that, let’s talk about Malice- Marc’s akuma form in the Favoritism au, and the catty name everyone likes to call him at school

Grimm Reaper going through a punk phase, still has a scythe, can teleport similarly to Oni-Chan, and when people are slashed by his scythe, the worst parts of themselves are revealed

Imagine just these glowing hazes emerging from you, taking your form, and blurting out every awful thing you’ve ever done

Malice’s overall look is a hooded asymmetrical black jacket with a chain belt, torn black pants, and fingerless black gloves. The hood covers his face, showing only his narrowed glowing green eyes and wide smile. (That’s all most people ever see Marc as, just this malevolent person who enjoys the misery of others. But when you pull the hood down, there are cracks on his face, his eyes are dull with black streaks running down like tears, and the smile is gone)

[leo-sharks-struggles]

Prison! In Space! Chapter 1- Soulmate

Space Soulmates.

That was Peyton’s life now. Space Soulmates in Space Prison. God, Casey’s insanity was rotting Peyton’s brain. Not everything needed ‘Space’ in front of it.

But yeah, Space Soulmates. And apparently she has found hers. In prison, as an inmate, because of the stupid delivery job turned smuggling job gone wrong. She hadn’t even known about the drugs. If she had, she wouldn’t have done it. Not that it helped her any.

“So… Really?” Peyton eyed her cellmate dubiously. He was a tall, black furred, hulking thing that made her think of a cat. He was watching her with the rapt attention of an addict.

“Yes, really!” He stood from his cot, head nearly touching the ceiling. Hell, he was tall. His solid blue eyes were filled with a heated fervor. “We are Destined.”

Ell, that’s what he called himself, held his palms up to her in supplication. His long tail, whip thin with a spade tip, lashed behind him. He was clearly irate at not being believed.

Peyton held her own hands up in defeat. “No offense meant. Just not something I was expecting in prison.”

He smiled again, his sharp cat-like teeth gleamed in the dim light. He was still holding his hands out, waiting for something. So Peyton stepped forward to place her palms over his. His long, clawed fingers curled around her hands.

He beamed at her like a big black sun. “It is so good to find you.”

Peyton was blushing. She hadn’t done that in years. What the hell, Space Soulmates indeed. She could get down with it.

“Thanks, hope I don’t disappoint,” Peyton said as he pulled her closer. She didn’t resist when he hugged her. He was warm and soft. Only the chemical smell of the soap used there and his scratchy prisoner uniform ruined it. But only a little.

“I have been blessed with a Soulmate. I couldn’t ever be disappointed with you,” Ell crooned happily. He was practically wiggling in his excitement. It was very cute.

Peyton held back the ‘aaw’ building in her throat. She definitely, absolutely could get behind being his Space Soulmate. They stood there grinning and goofy at each other.

“Shall we get dinner, My Sweet?” Ell didn’t wait for her answer, hustling her from their cell. They joined the crowd heading to the food area.

Peyton looked around for Casey, sure her sister would be hanging around somewhere. She spotted her little sister’s pale brown hair in the middle of a cluster of aliens. She was gesturing about something.

“Ell, that’s my sister,” Peyton said, pointing the girl out. She started heading over, sure he would follow.

Ell grunted, but did follow close behind. “Your kin is here?”

Peyton grimaced. Not for her lack of trying, but Casey refused to leave her behind. Stupid girl.

“Just my little sister.” Peyton approached Casey’s group, catching a snippet of what she was saying. Oh God, she was talking about Peyton. “Casey!”

Casey twisted around with a hop. She was grinning like a loon. “Peyton! I was just talking about you!”

“I heard, you shit,” Peyton said as she hugged her sister in relief. Privately, Peyton was glad she wasn’t alone. Kind of alone? She had Ell now, too.

“Who’s your friend, Pappy?” Nevermind. Peyton hated her sister and never wanted to see her again.

“Pappy,” Ell said as Peyton made a noise of outrage. Casey’s buddies were already laughing. Casey was grinning mischievously.

“No.” Peyton was not letting Ell call her that, too. She would shrivel up and die. She would die of cuteness, that is, when Ell started giggling. Almost seven foot tall alien Space Soulmates should not be so cute. “Casey, this is Ell. My cellmate.”

Ell waved at Casey, ducking his head when she waved back. “We are Destined.”

Casey’s grin was way too delighted. Peyton would never live it down.

“Destined?”

“Yes, your sister is my Soulmate,” Ell explained where everyone could hear him. This was Peyton’s curse, she decided, watching Ell just about burst with excitement.

Social embarrassment. Now she had two people to ruin her reputation.

“Pappy! Space Soulmates!” Casey was laughing loudly, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. It turned even more heads or otherwise their way.

“Oh my fucking God,” Peyton said under her breath. She folded her arms over her chest. She was going to die.

“Way to go, Ell.” One of the aliens Casey had been chatting up had piped up. They were reed thin with metallic green skin. They seemed to be made of plants. Maybe?

Ell grinned at them “Thank you, Xaxic.”

“So does this place have Space marriage?”

Peyton’s sure of it. She’s going to die there.

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First Chapter. Still needs work but tell me what yinz think! Thank you for reading!

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I NEED to know more about Aacid and Inonsi (bad at spelling, did I do that right?)

Honey, Amber, Bronze, Fire

Aaw you spelled them right!

HONEY - What is their silliest fear?

Aacid: Aacid doesn't fear much, being that she's a huge wall of dragonborn muscle (very sexy of her). She has some serious fears, borne of war-related trauma. But I suppose if she had a silly fear, she would be more than a little afraid of being trampled by a stampede of horses. Again, this is something that would have been borne of fighting around cavalry, battlefields and messy, confusing and dangerous. However, in her general day-to-day life since the end of the war, she is not likely to be around a large number of horses bearing down on her. But occasionally, horse noises will spook her, but she is still able to ride on horseback or in a carriage/cart if the situation calls for it. Though up to now, she's been quite happy to just travel on foot.

Inonsi: What if one time she steals a fake jewel, or dummy piece of tech? That would be SOOO embarrassing.

AMBER - If they didn't have their name, what would be your second choice?

Aacid: Let's see Aacid's name was me making a dumb joke about a character that ended up serious. (A dragonborn with an acid breath attack named Aacid! I have decided that her father simply thought he was very funny.) I like the name Athtoc or maybe even Docha. I just think they sound right for her.

Inonsi: I like the name Rivka for her. There are dreadfully few examples of drell names in canon, but I've always liked the name Rivka, so why not?

BRONZE - What do they do when they lose? Do they lose often?

Aacid: Aacid has lost in a spectacular fashion and it rocked her world so thoroughly that she had to take two years to recover from her wounds and some sense of self worth. Prior to her very bad leadership call, she was very, very prideful. She didn't take losing well. Since losing her men, 1.5 fingers and her best friend, she has become a lot more graceful about losing in general. It was a lesson hard-learned.

Inonsi: Inonsi does not lose, next question. (If she loses a game or a wager, you can bet that she'll be stealing back whatever she lost and then some.)

FIRE - How much do they know of their home's history? Is their knowledge right?

Aacid: Listen, Aacid knows that the dragonborn are from somewhere else than where her immediate family is from. She might even be able to tell you the name of the place if she thinks about it real hard. But let's be real, she's a soldier and has never been particularly keen on far off history of lands she's never been to and will probably never go. As far as the history of her current home? Meh, what does she care who was king before the current one? Not like that knowledge does her any favors.

Inonsi: Sure, Inonsi knows about Kahje and Rakhana, both. Assuming what she's been taught and what she's read are accurate (she has some suspicions about the true nature of the Compact but that's probably more her own personal coloring of it than anything else.) She literally can't forget the things she learned though, so she knows quit a bit actually.

Thanks for the ask!!

From this ask game here.

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🐾//Three Diablos Language Headcanons:

A series of headcanons I forgot to post on my 3,000th re-watch of the 13-minute animated short. I quickly realized that if those three little kittens began to speak, they would probably know more languages than Puss himself. All three are multilingual to some degree, but their ability to speak certain languages are different for various reasons. Sometimes it's a lack of practice... Sometimes it's a deliberate exclusion.

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Based loosely on the proficiency guidelines set up by the American Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages.

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Literary References: -'The Vain Little Mouse' -'The Lion and the Thorn' -'The Lion and the Mouse'

TW: Mild Violence (Briefly Mentioned) and Past Abuse (Briefly Mentioned)

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⚔️Gonzalo:

Cat = Superior. He's semi-familiar with this language, his upbringing saw him link up with every street critter that wasn't a cat. Truthfully, he'd sooner go to ask a rat for directions than he would a cat. It was because he started roaming the streets more in his adolescence that he got a chance to actually practice using it... When he wasn't guarding Princess Alessandra that is, aka, neglecting his duties in favor of hanging out with other tomcats and strays for... God knows what.

English = Distinguished. The official languages of Bellagamba are Italian and English, so he had no choice but to learn it, Princess' orders. One small issue, though, Gonzalo doesn't like authority figures and he most certainly doesn't like being told what to do, he listens to the royal family and his siblings to a greater degree, but everyone else is liable to receive an eye roll, a hiss, and a handful of claws to the face in that order. Need proof? Look no further than his battered and bruised English tutor who just. Wouldn't. Give. Up. No matter how many rotten apples he gave her or snakes he put in her shoes. Eventually, after a two-month long period of self-reflection, he started to regret his harsh treatment of her and very reluctantly gave in to her benign demands during her vocal lessons and even began to enjoy them a little. Well, it seems like the tenacious teacher has earned some of the troubled youth's respect.

French = Intermediate Mid. He knew words essential to his survival like 'food', 'water', 'money', and 'kill'. Learning it was never really on his agenda while under 'The Whisperer', but he still kept several key phrases and lots of foul language.

Italian = Distinguished. Perfetto! No tutor required, not with Alessandra next to him, who, in his opinion, was a much better teacher than the high-strung fools she usually brought in to teach him. He can be heard speaking this language often with everyone he comes across in Bellagamba first before using any English.

Spanish = Nope. After his short time with Puss, he was more than willing to learn how to speak Spanish, an enthusiasm that dwindled significantly over the years. He associates Spanish with Puss and Puss with every negative trait he can conjure up... He hasn't visited them in years! He never came back to Bellagamba, only his crappy store-bought gift cards did. And what were they written in? Words that resembled Spanish. Hell, half the time the words were totally illegible, and the paper was smeared with ink, cheap cologne, and spoiled milk. At this point, Gonzalo is now fully convinced that Puss has to be absolutely plastered in order to remember them, so if a card from Puss makes its way to him first, it's going straight into the trash. Safe to say he's not interested in learning anymore.

🌸Perla:

Cat > Distinguished. Learned from an old alley queen before her peaceful demise in the comfort of her empty apple crate. But don't expect her to use it around humans EVER, she's trying to keep a professional appearance while not undercover, and humans have such 'undignified' reactions. 'Aaw' and 'ooh' are common responses to her rather benign meows, and as teenager, she finds it embarrassing to no end.

English > Distinguished. Unlike the uncouth Gonzalo and absent-minded Timoteo, she was more than willing to learn English and took to it as quick as a bear dashes to a full honey pot. She was singing, writing, and reading in English around them, and they followed suit in their language development, well... Gonzalo did at least, Timoteo is not quite there yet.

French > Superior. She translated a lot of the mad ramblings of 'The Whisperer' to Gonzalo and Timoteo, so much so that they soon got the gist of what he was saying before she had a chance to translate. She says that's she's moved on from her time as a henchman, but if one looks closely at her when someone speaks it, her fur is standing on end and her breathing briefly quickens.

Italian > Advanced Mid. Timoteo was tutoring her at night while Alessandra had her during the day, it was kind of embarrassing for the very much independent Perla, but she knew it would be crucial to know.

Spanish > Novice Mid. She doesn't have many people to practice with and wanting to sincerely learn was only a recent thought after a rather embarrassing introduction in Spain. All she did was stop a cat burglar from victimizing an innocent mouse and now said mouse has acquired quite an unhealthy obsession with her... and she only speaks Spanish. The mouse shows up every now and then to confess her love to the bewildered feline, something about a 'pretty voice' and a 'pretty face'. Perla would be lying if she said that one of her sole motivators for learning wasn't to decipher what the lovestruck rodent was rambling about.

🐞Sir Timoteo Montenegro III:

Cat x Distinguished. His earliest memories are of lazing his days away in a modest pet store, and now he knows nearly all domesticated animal languages there are to know. Animals sitting in display cases and kennels all day have nothing but time to talk and Timoteo had nothing to do but listen.

English x Novice? He's got simple words and phrases memorized but it's unclear if he's actually understanding what's being said or if he's just copying his brother and sister. And while this supposed mimicry isn't exactly exclusive to English, it raises more flags because he has so much trouble speaking it.

French x Intermediate Low. He's got enough basic knowledge about this language; he wasn't really paying too much attention to his 'tutor'. He did, however, take notice when a spiked flail was coming his way courtesy of 'The Whisperer' himself. He's memorized the names of French desserts like Mille-feuille, eclairs, palmiers, and whatever else Perla read to him from the hideout's lackluster library.

Italian x Distinguished. Hmph, and Alessandra says she doesn't have any favorites, she keeps this little guy close to her at all times. Maybe it's a strategical move, he is the most unassuming Diablo, but still fierce if the situation calls for it... or maybe it's because she's afraid he'll eat the contents of his own wallet and chew on the brim of his hat newly repaired hat.

Spanish x Superior. A Spanish lion of royal descent and an Italian soldier with feline features becoming friends was unexpected, but Timoteo taking that thorn out of his paw was the probably the best idea he's ever had. It took two entire kingdom's several weeks to try and heal their prince's ailment while it only took a little cat twenty seconds. Bellagamba got itself a new allied power while Timoteo got a big, no, monumental older brother and an unwitting Spanish teacher.

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Snapshots

Random snapshots of my ocs with their partner(s). The canon ones anyway. Warning. This is very self indulgence lol. Oc x oc and oc x canon ships here!

1. Jin, Amber and Wally( Jin and Amber: 26 Wally: 24)

"Wa-lllllllyyyy~" Jin coos, their face flushed from the nights drinking. They cling onto Wally's sleeve as they stumble along, a giddy smile on their face.

" Mm-hmmm?" Wally replies, vaguely amused at his partner's drunken state. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little tipsy. But he was sober enough to help his lovers walk back home....or rather a nearby hotel. Gardevoir and Gallade are behind them, keeping a watchful eye on them and their surroundings, so they should be safe.

Jin inches closer to Wally, and with a childish grin. He gently boops Wally's noise.

" Pretty," Jin giggles, and if Wally's cheeks weren't already tinted pink, the shade deepens.

" Aaw," Wally whispers, " You're pretty too!"

" But you're the prettiest," Amber chimes in. She's been silent the whole time compared to Jin. She too was leaning on Wally for some support, but not to the point where she's weighing in him. Wally glances down up at Amber now, his cheeks growing even more red. She gives him a similar childish smile, face flushed.

" You're so pretty," she giggles.

" Soooooo pretty,"

Wally thanks Arceus, Rayquaza and whoever else may be listening for the darkness of the night. Both of his hands are preoccupied keeping his lovers close by his side, so he can't cover his beet red face with his hands.

" Guuuuuuuuuys!"

2. Kenji and Silver. ( Kenji and Silver: 19) ( semi what if/ alt reality. Might be canon but I need to think about it)

Not many people know exactly how soft Silver can be. They get small glimpses- with his pokemon, with his friends, but no one truly knows how soft he truly is. But Kenji knows. Kenji knows this well.

Silver cups his face as if it's fragile glass, planting small chaste kisses on his cheek, near his lips, and down at the crane of his neck. Small yet so filled with love. Silver then rests his forehead on Kenji's shoulder, moving his hands around Kenji's waist, connecting his hands at his back. A hug.

Kenji bites back a tease. A "What happened to Mr. Grumpy Face? Where's my Silvy?" which would definitely get a reaction out of Silver. Maybe a small kick. But he doesn't, instead returning the hug.

"Long day?"

" Mmpf" Silver grunts.

" Want me to make you some food?"

"Yes please," Silver whispers, turning his head slightly so Kenji can hear him better. Kenji beams.

" Right on it!"

Kenji knows how soft Silver truly is. He knows this well.

3. Elliot and Eva ( Elliot: 26 Eva: 25)

" Eli, come on, I need to get to work. You need to get to work" Eva giggles, gently shaking her girlfriend- no wait. Gently shaking her wife as said wife as an iron grip around her waist.

" Noooooo," Elliot whines, still in the process of waking up.

" Eli!" Eva laughs, still gently shaking her wife, who only continues to pout.

" If I gave you a kiss, would you let go?" Eva muses, and Elliot stops to think. Eva snorts as she does.

" Make it two kisses," she bargains and Eva rolls her eyes.

" If I make it two, then we're making out and then we'll never leave,"

Elliot smirks devilishly

" Is that so bad?"

" Eli!!!" Eva laughs again, giving her wife a gentle smack on the arm.

" Fiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee!" Elliot whines, " One kiss. But when we get home, I'm getting two!"

Eva chuckles, bringer herself closer to Elliot, face inches apart.

" Deal,"

4. Jude and Dante ( Tbh this could honestly happen any time after they get together. So maybe when they're 26 or so?)

".... Dante,"

" Yes Jude?"

" I need to work"

Dante looks up from his papers , giving Jude an unamused brow.

" You are working. And I am too, so maybe don't dilly dally, hm?"

This man will be the end of her.

Jude steels herself again, feeling heat spread across her face.

" Dante."

" Yes, Jude?"

" You-" the embarrassment is going to kill her, " You're sitting on my lap,"

Dante looks down, pretending to look shocked.

" Oh wow, would you look at that," Dante says plainly, then going back to his papers which she's pretty sure he's not even reading, " I don't see the problem here,"

" You have your own office?!"

Dante shrugs, shifting his papers around.

" So? This is comfy,"

He will be the death of her, swear it unto Yveltal.

Jude sighs, a slight irritation beginning to circle.

" You can't just sit there, it's -" Distracting. But she knows that once she says that, she will never hear the end of it, " I need to work, Dante,".

Dante simply stares at her, and for once, she can't seem to meet his gaze. He then tilts his head to side ever so slightly.

" Do you want me to leave, Jude?"

Silence.

Dante smirks.

" Hm,"

Jude's face turns red, either from embarrassment or anger, she doesn't know.

" Fuck you,"

" Love you too~"

5. Naomi and Marnie ( Both are 20 here!)

"-And then we saw these kids ride on a weird lizard thing!" Naomi rambles on the phone, Marnie listening intently as she fixes some boxes.

" That's very amusing coming from the person who rides a wolf everywhere," Marnie teases, placing on uniform into a new box from another. She hears Naomi let out an offended gasp.

" I do not!" she cries, " I am a proud train user, thank you very much!"

Marnie rolls her eyes, pushing the box away from her a bit, now leaning back on her chair.

" Sure, sure. I'm sure Ms. Rika would be pretty impressed by your wolf riding skills,"

Marnie can practically hear Naomi's face turn red as she sputters a response.

" I- Carol did tell!"

" Tell they did," Marnie muses. Though really it was Bede, who was told by Carol. But it still ends with Carol, so who cares.

" I'm gonna kick their ass," Naomi swears, and Marnie laughs.

" B-but, um," Naomi stammers, surprising Marnie a bit, " It's not- there's really nothing- I mean you've seen Ms. Rika, right?"

Marnie nods.

" I have,"

" S-so you understand where I'm coming from, right?"

" That I do,"

Naomi continues to surprise Marnie, as she hears the girl sigh in relief.

" Oh t-thank goodness, I- I thought you'd be upset-"

Marnie's eyebrows furrowed, " Why would I be upset?"

" W-well! Um-" Naomi stutters for a bit more, " N-No reason! Just that, well, Carol said-"

" Carol says things," Marnie cuts off, " You know this better than anyone,"

"R-right! Right. I-" Naomi pauses, " I'm just glad you're not upset, either way,"

"....Did you want me to be upset?"

" No!" Naomi yelps, and Marnie distances her phone from her ears a little, " No, no, no,no, not at all!"

15 year old would be upset. Angry glares and punching pillows, upset. Marnie wonders if she should play into her 15 year old self. Just a bit.

" I just ....I just miss you, you know?" Naomi continues, talking faster than she can think. Marnie's cheeks grow rosy, but she doesn't say a word.

" I mean, it's natural to miss you're my-" she cuts herself off , and for whatever reason, Marnie can feel her cheeks growing even more red.

" Your...."

" My.....friend???? I- I mean we are friends, I just-" Naomi sighs, " ....I don't want to have that conversation over the phone. I-I don't think that's fair to you,"

Marnie tries to tell herself to not get her hopes up. She could be reading far too into it. The two of them could always be friends and nothing more and she would be fine with that.

....but she did say she should play into her 15 year old self more, hm?

" I can wait," she whispers, as if she hasn't been doing that for the past 5 years.

" O-okay. I'll....see you later?" I love you, bye.

" I'll see you later" I love you too.

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Happy STS!

It's always character playlist that— which lyrics best describe your oc this— What I want to know is which one of your ocs is most likely to randomly burst out into song for no reason? Can they actually sing or are they happily shouting off key? What song would they be singing during such a show tunes moment? How would the rest of the ocs react?

Hey! Thanks for the ask!

I am gonna say Keith is my OC most likely to break out into song at any point. He would and often does happily sing off key, but he can put in the effort to sound decent, haha. He will put anything to song, loudly narrating his opinions and trying to get a laugh or a sing along out of people with common folk songs.

The song I am SURE he would break out into at the drop of a hat is I Would Be (500 miles)

The rest of my ocs in Dragons and Kingdoms will vary lol. His brother Graysen will be MORTIFIED (as usual) and try to hide in the crowd and pretend he doesn't know Keith. His other siblings will be annoyed and roll their eyes, though his twin Christopher might sing along briefly.

Talwin, gal who is part of a traveling family musical act, thinks he is trying too hard but would get roped into the performance and enjoy being ridiculous with him, though she would deny it later. Talwin's siblings LOVE finding someone who will join their shenanigans so would happy involve him haha.

Almyra, dragon, would be entertained if a bit like 'aaw' haha. Singing is a big pastime for dragons, usually in groups, but human voices are so smol even when they're trying really hard, and Keith will sing solo or with the group. She would just be like 'haha you're cute but plz find a group to make your singing better. Your enthusiasm is admirable, but you are only one human.'

Thats all for now! Thanks for asking this was fun to answer haha

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#Order 10: Fujisaki Family Values.

Welcome to Canzanilla Cafe, can I take yer oooorder~?

Ooh! Interesting lineup we’ve got here today!

Oh? Who’ve we got in store?

H-Hello Kuripa. Nice to see you too.

Hello. Business going well?

Yep. Quite good. Been having a nice time so far. Now that I’m seeing the father and son duo here, it’s all the better.

I’m here too!

Oh hey! Didn’t see you there. How are you Chiaki?

I’m ok. We’re on a bit of a family outing today.

Nice to meet you all. I’m the head barista here, Maya Canzanilla. Who might you all be?

You’re looking at three generations of the Fujisaki Family.

This gentlemen is Taichi. He’s the father of Chihiro here. And CHIHIRO is the father of the little one on the phone, Chiaki.

Hello.

Hi.

‘Sup!

Are...you on a phone call or something?

No, no. She’s an AI. Remember? I told you about it.

Oh, so YOU��RE the famous AI Kuripa told me about?

Famous? I don’t think I’m THAT famous. Dad is the famous one. 

I agree. Chihiro is the one who deserves recognition at the Foundation. Although, your own achievements are not to be sneezed at Chiaki.

Come on you guys, don’t embarrass me.

Um...You know, this is usually the part where I ask what I can get you guys, but...How am I supposed to get a mobile phone a drink?

C-CAN you even drink?

You don’t have to worry about me. I can get a snack for myself.

Allllright...In that case, what will you two have?

One Cappucino and one Frappe please.

Coming right up.

Here are you drinks good sirs.

...

...

*Chihiro and Taichi wait for a moment before putting the drinks to their lips.

Ah! This...This is delicious! You’re an excellent barista!

Yeah! Makoto wasn’t kidding! This is one of the best drinks I’ve ever had!

Aaw...Mi stai facendo arrossire...

Oh, if only I had real tastebuds...I’m jealous that you get to try delicious drinks like this.

I feel like coffee wouldn’t really be for you Chiaki. Although it would stop you from falling asleep so suddenly.

C-Can I have another please? As soon as I finish this one I mean.

Of course. 

Come now Chihiro. We can’t take up all of Miss Maya’s time today. Besides, we need to head out at some point.

Oh, yeah. But just one more won’t hurt, will it?

No, I guess not. If you’re having one more, I will too.

Sorry if it seems like I’m being too nosy, but...where are you heading out to?

They wouldn’t tell me. They said they were bringing me on a trip today, but they didn’t really say where. 

I guess they wanted it to be a surprise, but I can’t think of anywhere off the top of my head that might get them both so pumped.

Ah...well...since you asked, I suppose it’s ok to tell you, right?

Yeah, I believe we’ve kept it on the down lo for long enough.

Chihiro and I at this time of year go on a trip together up to Kanazawa. We haven’t been able to do it for a while, given the tragedy and...everything that came along with that. But now that we’ve been reunited, we’ve decided to return to that tradition.

This year, we decided to bring Chiaki with us. We would have brought Alter Ego and Usami too, but they’re both busy, and Alter Ego has agreed to take over Chihiro’s proceedings for him in his absence.

Boss did say the Foundation were busy, even at this time of year.

Why to Kanazawa though? It’s nice, but if you’re going on holiday, surely there are better places to visit, right?

Yeah, that was my question too.

Well, Kanazawa is important to us. It always has been.

Before I joined Hope’s Peak Academy as the Ultimate Programmer, we actually lived in Kanazawa together. I moved to Tokyo after my invitation so I could live in the school dorms.

Oh, so it’s your hometown!

I get it! I was born in Bologna, and moved to the states after my grandparents took me in.

Can’t say I’ve ever really felt an innate desire to go back there though. Maybe it’s just because I don’t have the same sentimental value as you guys do.

Yes, Chihiro and I feel much sentimental significance towards Kanazawa. Not only is it our hometown, but it’s a wonderful place with many lovely sights...even if the city itself is a little...off the beaten path, shall we say.

Huh...Alright.

Can I just ask though...Sorry if my geography is ass here, but...isn’t Kanazawa kinda far away?

Yeah, it takes about 6 hours to get there from Tokyo by land vehicle. And plane expenses aren’t worth for a one to two day trip.

And you guys do this all the time!?

Whenever we get the chance to.

Usually we allocate it for the holidays though.

That’s one hell of a tradition. Why are you guys so serious about it?

Yeah, surely just going for a mosey around the place you grew up isn’t worth all the hassle?

...

...

Dad?

Don’t worry Chihiro...let me explain.

E-Explain what? Did...we say something wrong?

No, it’s alright. I understand your words come from a place of concern but...

“Going for a mosey” as you put it...isn’t our reason for going there...And as wonderful as Kanazawa is, and a sentimental as we are towards it...there is one major reason why Chihiro and I are inclined to always return.

...

And why is that?

Because Kanazawa isn’t just the place where we lived, and where Chihiro grew up.

...It is also where my wife is buried...

!!?

!!?

!!?

...Yeah...It’s not just to remember the past...Dad and I always buy Mom flowers to put on her grave...And we would spend the day together.

...Dad...!

I’m...sorry I didn’t tell you before Chiaki...remembering makes me a bit sad, so I...

...

...

*Chihiro wipes his eyes.

I just didn’t want to bring it up...

...I-It’s ok...I just...I guess I never really thought about having a Grandma...You only really ever talked about Grandpa to me.

Well, that makes sense. Your Grandmother died long before you were ever born Chiaki. Before Chihiro even wrote the basic line of code that you were made from in fact.

It was...illness that took her from us. My wife was born with a defect that meant blood didn’t go to her brain very easily. She spent most of her life receiving treatment for it and...succumbed to it when she reached her mid-30′s.

...How old was Chihiro...?

He was only a child...I think he was around...10 or 11 when his mother passed away.

Young enough to let the grief process but...old enough to remember it...

We were both grieving for a long time...And it was hard raising him as a single dad but...I...

...I did my best...

...Taichi, I’m so sorry...I-I shouldn’t have asked.

Yeah...I’m sorry if it sounded like I was...shitting on your tradition too...

I’ve paid visits to graves a lot in the past. The fact that you’re willing to travel so far for it...

It’s just a testament to how much you adore your family.

It’s also why I was so proud when Chihiro was accepted into Hope’s Peak. It was his own achievements that landed him the role, so I’m not going to take credit for it...I was just...overjoyed that I had been a good enough father to see him succeed in life.

I love my friends, but...no one in this world matters to me more than you do Dad...

And you too Chiaki...Initially, I had no idea that you saw me as a parent...but now that I do, I want to be as good a father to you as my father was for me.

...

*Chihiro finishes his drink.

We buried mother down by the coast, you know? She always did love to take walks on the beach with me when I was a child. In no small part to fishing being her hobby.

Whenever we go down to Kanazawa, I usually bring a fishing rod with me. I’m nowhere near as good as your average fisher, and I’m MUCH worse at it than my wife, but...I am able to catch small bites using the skills she taught me.

It always reminds me of how much I appreciated those years...and how I wish we could go back to them.

...You know...we COULD...

Huh?

What do you mean Chiaki?

We have the technology to bring Mother back from the dead, right?

Although, personally...I don’t think I’d ever want to use it. No matter how much I would like to meet Grandma...

We shouldn’t have the right to turn back the clock so easily, and...We as a family are stronger now that we’ve overcome that grief.

I think we’re already lucky enough to have the three of us here, sitting at a table together and drinking Maya’s delicious coffee. Our lives aren’t perfect...and they never will be...but we’re happy with the friends and family we have at the current moment, and I think that’s what’s important.

We can reflect on the past...but what matters most is what we decide to do with our future.

Hehe...That’s my girl.

You’re right of course.

...Sorry to the both of you. You shouldn’t be forced to sit here and listen to our grievances. The coffee was delicious and that’s more than we desire out of you.

It’s our job to make you drinks, but it’s also our job to talk to you guys and hear you out. You’ve done absolutely nothing that could ever offend us.

In fact...While we’re making you your refills, let’s leave this first round on the house.

Huh!?

A-Are you sure?

Of course I am. That’s ok, right?

I don’t see why not.

N-No, I couldn’t possibly! Not for a coffee that’s so lovely!

You misunderstand. There’s something else I’d like you to do for me in exchange.

Um...what?

When you get to Kanazawa, use the money that you WOULD have spent on this coffee, and use it to buy some flowers for me. It’d be great if I could join you in paying respects, even if loosely.

Same for me please.

O-Of course! You won’t see me forgetting.

And Kuripa. I hope you and Maya have a lovely Christmas with the people you love as well.

Yes, we’ll have another round, but we really should be going soon after. Thank you very much though, for everything.

Yeah. I feel all the closer to Dad and Grandpa today thanks to you two.

Honestly, we didn’t really do anything. My own family is my life, and everything else comes second as far as what's important to me.

Same here. And I think if Mrs Fujisaki could see you now, she’d be so happy.

Thanks once again...

*Kuripa and Maya exaunt to make the Fujisaki’s their refills.

...

...You alright?

Huh? Uh, yeah...just thinking...

Since they brought it up...I should probably pay a visit to my sister’s grave now that it’s the new year, huh?

...Can I come with?

Actually I was gonna invite you.

Thanks. I’ll bring some flowers of my own too.

Thanks Maya...for everything.

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

I missed Sinday, BUT I NEED TO KNOW; You’re lovers seem pretty attentive to you in bed, do you enjoy the fact that they do their best to make you turn into a puddle of moans?(for Guinness, Alistair, AND THE CUTE BUNNY DOG THINGY) 030

Guinness:

Guinness blushed profusely at the question, reaching up to the brim of his hat to pull in down a bit. "w-well..ah mean.." he didn´t know whether or not he should even answer. "o´ course ah do, ah jus- ah wouldn´t put it like that.." he chuckled a bit, feeling rather embarrassed. "but sure..sure ah enjoy it, who wouldn´t?"

Alistair:

it only took him a single glance to discard the question entirely. "we have nothing to discuss." he said simply. "now leave." the glare that accompanied that demand made it clear that there will be yet another missing person´s case if the asker didn´t do as they were told.

the cute bunny dog thingy:

"huh..?" Gosgo looked confused, blinking as he stared at the asker. "..cute bunny dog..OH!! OH YOU MEAN ME!!" he suddenly shouted with excitement, hopping around in place. "aaw! you think I´m cute? thank you! I think you´re cute too! we even have similar sunglasses!" but before Gosgo could change the topic entirely, he went back on track. "oh! your question! right!" he blushed as he thought about his answer. "of course I enjoy it! I love it!! Felly always knows exactly what to say and do!!" he giggled and grabbed his long ears, pulling them down to his face as his face went more red. "I feel silly talking about it!! but I love it!! I love Felly!!" his tail began to wag as he ended up losing track of the question after all, instead talking about how much he loves the tall wendigo man.

and yes, of course Alistair enjoys it! ;3

he would never so openly admit to anything like that, but yes, he is very thankful that his boyfriends are paying so close attention to him and never go too far! Alistair was borderline sex repulsed before, even going as far as to ignore any and all desires of this kind when they bubble up! but his boyfriends respect his boundaries and allow him to adapt and find enjoyment in these activities, which he can´t thank them enough for.

[haunting-of]

Vincent waited on top of a hospital vending machine, of all places.

He smiled, relaxing on his perch for hours as more and more wounded poured in from the streets and into the emergency room, and were then taken out dead shortly after, making more room for more soon-to-be-deceased. 

Clearly, Jesha was getting frustrated with looking for him. Looking for a ghost that was hiding in a hospital that was becoming a morgue would be like locating a ghost needle in a haystack that was also full of ghosts. And they had a short temper, so casualties were inevitable. With casualties came more camouflage.

Just thinking about it was enough fun to keep Vincent occupied and smiling at the thought. More dead left to make room for more alive, and life would leave to make room for more dead, and the dead would go and life would go. 

And if Danel was thinking clearly, this wouldn’t be a safe spot at all. No, Danel would’ve found him by now if he was looking. But Danel was chasing after Jesha (like usual) and was too emotional to stop and think (also like usual).

That was the problem with both of them, they never thought. Never. 

Most of the time, this was a problem, but after a few hours and a couple hundred dead, the stress and dread and anguish and deaths were amassing into an enormous delight Vincent had never experienced at this volume. How delicious, after all, is the pain of a nursing student that has called their 40th death of the night in the perking lot, and then turning around to someone asking, please nurse, am I going to make it?

Vincent soaked it all in, for hours and hours, revelling in the wave of death before, finally at four in the morning, someone who wasn't really anything waded through the cots and bodies. 

Jesha had wizened up and found him, after all.

Pretending to be annoyed at the interruption, Vincent rolled his eyes before looking down at Jesha from his vending machine perch. 

“Hello, Pumpkin,” he said, “I’d say it’s good to see you, but you look tired. It’s kind of embarrassing to be seen with you in public, really.”

“Vincent,” Jesha said. Their eyes were red and puffy, but their voice didn’t waver. “You’ve been up here long enough, I think.”

He laughed in response, in the way he perfected that let the target of his laughter know how ashamed they should be for existing. 

“Hah! Aaw, no, Pumpkin,” Vincent said, “I like it up here. Spacious, comfortable, and out of the way of all the bodies you’ve been making.”

“Get off that vending machine right now. Do as I say.” Jesha’s tone stayed flat.

“What in the world are you playing at?” Another eye-roll to punctuate the question, Vincent situated himself firmly on top of the vending machine. “You can’t talk to your boyfriend that way, Pumpkin. And you can't control ghosts like that, either.”

Jesha, who knew otherwise, raised a hand in the general direction someone would reach to pick out a snack. Without smiling, looking away from Vincent, or trembling, they reached out.

Vincent felt something pull, but he was stuck. What?? From all around, the grounds, the ER, the parking lot, Jesha was… Pulling the ghosts? With intent? For what??

It happened fast, too fast. The smile was obliterated from Vincent's face as all the other ghosts got sucked into a vortex, how was Jesha doing that?? It felt like being at the edge of a black hole and being glued to your seat. 

Jesha didn’t mind that some of the ghosts being pulled were of living patients, or all the hospital staff. They needed a massive amount of death to punch Vincent through to hell.

Vincent realized he was sitting on top of a brand new portal at the same moment all the windows in the hospital shattered. A low, sinking tone was beginning to draw him in, too powerful, too fast to escape!

“Hey!” He shouted, sinking quickly, “You can’t do this! There’s no point, I’ll just... Rrg, I'll find you again!”

Further away now, “I’ll make you fucking pay!”

Moving the ghosts in a different direction, almost like realigning a magnet, Jesha smoothed over the opening to hell.

Vincent was gone, for now.

And despite what he thought, coming back wouldn’t be easy for a bitchy ghost with all the demons around.

They pulled their arm back down, only now letting themself breathe. They started to shake, too. In between the tears that cleaned two streaks down their grubby face, something like smoke escaped their lungs.

[mileapokp1677]

Three Steps to Win You (CH 29)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: Daddy Chan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 29

(Tankhun POV)

Saturday Morning -- The Theerapanyakun Residence

"Thirty-three... thirty-four... thirty-five... thirty-six," counted Tankhun in a low voice.

"P', are you baking!? They smell so good~," shouted Kim, who ran into the kitchen and stopped in front of the long kitchen table, exactly where Tankhun laid out three dozen gluten-free mini banana muffins with dark chocolate chips on top, fresh out of the oven. "Banana Muffins?"

"Yes, sweetie, and don't touch them!" warned Tankhun.

He was so ready to smack Kim's hand with his spatula if his youngest brother ever dared to grab one muffin.

"Just one, please~ P', you baked so many," cried Kim. "You know they're my favorite."

"You think I baked enough for the whole squad of BSFC and the coaches?" asked Tankhun to Kim, sounding very serious.

"Yes, P', more than enough," replied Kim as he looked at Tankhun with a big smile on his face. He looked so happy and... relieved?

Hmm, that's weird.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like that!" stressed Tankhun, pointing at Kim's face. "You look so ecstatic."

"I'm just happy, P'," said Kim, still smiling. "I'm one hundred percent convinced now that you really care for Cap."

"Oh, really? And why's that?"

"You never bake for people that you don't give a damn about," stated Kim calmly. "This morning, not only you baked for him but for the whole squad of BSFC. You must care for him A LOT."

Tankhun was stunned.

He could feel that his face was getting hotter, but still, he didn't want to give in, "Don't be silly, Kim, I bake for your football team all the time."

"Because you love me, right?"

Tankhun closed his eyes. He had to admit that Kim was absolutely right. However, before he could even say what was on his mind to Kim, his youngest brother was no longer standing in front of him. Not only that, but the muffin which was located in the top left corner was also missing.

Oh, that little shit!

"Kim Theerapanyakun, get your ass back here!" yelled Tankhun at top of his lungs.

******

(Tankhun POV)

Kim just stopped his car in front of the Hattrick when a new message notification rang on Tankhun's cell phone.

Ding!

New Message from Caramello.

Caramello

Just head straight to the training ground. I have your coffee here with me.

Tankhun's reaction to the text should have been normal. After all, the Captain, for five days straight, had provided him with hot coffee that was made according to his preferences. But, he'd be lying if he didn't say that his heart melted over Chan's sweet treatment the whole week.

There was absolutely no doubt in Tankhun's heart that he must have smiled silly at that time, because Kim, his beloved baby brother, had no trouble at all guessing whose message he had just received.

"So, what did the Cap say?" he asked. "That he already ordered your coffee for you, he asked us to just head straight to the stadium?"

Tankhun just nodded his head firmly. He didn't even trust himself not to embarrass himself by screaming and singing an aria about love in front of his brother if he opens his mouth right then.

"Aaw~ that is so sweet," stated Kim as he started the car and drove toward the BSFC Training Ground.

Instead of responding to Kim, Tankhun chose to turn his head towards the window. He needed to hide his blushed pink face, for he just couldn't stop smiling. And he refused to look silly in front of his youngest brother.

Karma was truly a bitch.

******

(Chan POV)

Saturday Morning -- the BSFC Training Ground

Chan repeatedly looked at the back door of the stadium, but the person he was waiting for still didn't appear.

Where the hell is he?

Tankhun's hot americano had been delivered by the Hattrick delivery service just now and was still steaming hot in Chan's hands. He wanted this cup of coffee and himself to be the first things Tankhun saw when he arrived here.

Yes, yes, he was aware that he was super whipped ( indeed ), but he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Did I send the message too late to Tankhun?

Nah, it was impossible! He texted Tankhun at exactly 7.30 AM. Maybe Kim was still parking his car. Not long after, the sound of a door opening was heard. Chan could hear the sound of footsteps approaching him.

"This way, Doctor Theerapanyakun," said Sol, the security guard, to Tankhun, who followed behind him with Kim, holding three blue-colored medium boxes in both hands. "Coach never allowed food on the pitch area, so I better take you to the locker room."

"Okay."

Food?

"I'll take them to the locker room myself, Sol, thank you," said Chan. "Good morning, Tankhun... Kim..."

"Good morning, Chan."

"Good morning, Cap!"

"Of course, Cap," replied Sol. "Good day, Doctor Theerapanyakun."

"Good day, Sol, thank you."

"CAP!!! I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

Kim shouted so loud his voice echoed in the corridor, as soon as Sol left them.

"I GET TO PRACTICE WITH YOU AND THE WHOLE TEAM!"

"For God's Sake, KIM! Inside voice, please!" yelled Tankhun as he grimaced. "I can't exactly cover my ears now."

"Oops, sorry, P'!" said Kim to Tankhun who could only shake his head.

Chan couldn't blame him though, Kim did yell super loud. Nevertheless, you could still see clearly, on his face, how happy Tankhun was for his brother, no matter how hurt his ears were at that time.

"Are you ready?" Chan asked the young footballer.

"YES! NO! I don't know!"

Chan just laughed at Kim's antics and then reached out his hand toward him.

"Give me your duffel bag, and I will put it in the locker room," said Chan before adding, "Just follow this corridor straight to the pitch. Pete and the rest of the boys are waiting for you there. I've already informed the coaches, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"Thank you, Cap!" shouted Kim -- thank God not as loud as before -- before running down the corridor toward the pitch. "I'll see you on the pitch!"

"Aren't you going to be late for practice?" asked Tankhun. "Just show me the way to the locker room, I can handle it by myself just fine. Give me the duffel bag."

"Let me help you, Tankhun. Don't worry about practice, I'm always the last player to get to the pitch. Captain's privilege," replied Chan. "Give me those boxes, so I can hand you your coffee."

Chan put Kim's duffel bag on the floor and waited until Tankhun finished stacking the boxes safely in his right hand before giving Tankhun his Americano.

"To your left," instructed Chan. "What's in these boxes? They smell so good."

"My gluten-free banana muffins."

Whoa, he baked?

"You baked?"

"Yes, for the boys," answered Tankhun calmly while sipping his coffee.

"Just for the boys? Ouch!" teased Chan.

"Don't be ridiculous, Chan! You're one of the BSFC boys too, aren't you? Besides, I baked enough for everybody," said the Doctor nonchalantly but refuse to meet his eyes.

Oh, my sweet bratty stubborn baby...

"After you, baby, the second door on your left."

The Doctor sauntered in front of Chan with his signature swag, and Chan was charmed, for he absolutely loved the way Tankhun walked and moved. He was like a supermodel, very graceful and magnetic. He also had a pair of legs that were on par or even more beautiful than those models'. Those legs were now clearly visible before the Captain's eyes.

Did he even wear pants?

Because, as far as he can see, Chan could only see Tankhun wearing an oversized blood-red hoodie and classic black & white checkered slip-on Vans and nothing else.

"Stop being perverted, Chan. Of course, I'm wearing pants," said Tankhun, who stopped in his tracks and turned his face to look at Chan.

"I said it out loud, didn't I?"

Tankhun just grinned and continued his walk toward the locker room.

So busted!

The locker room was empty when they opened the door. Don and the other coaches were already on the field. Chan better hurries before Coach gives him an extra lap.

"Are you ready?"

"One moment, please," cried Tankhun. "Let me take off my hoodie first."

The first thing Chan saw when Tankhun, who was standing with his back to him, unzipped and lowered his red hoodie was the large number 3 and his last name KNIGHT on Tankhun's back.

Is h-he wearing the BSFC jersey with my name and number on it!?

Chan started to get dizzy. However, when the scientist turned his body around to face Chan and take off the hoodie completely, the Captain almost fainted. Because Tankhun... his baby ... he... he was wearing the jersey that used to belong to Chan. More precisely, the official away uniform of BSFC that the Captain had used in a match. Chan was 100% sure of that fact because he was the one who gifted Kim with that particular jersey when he came to Theerapanyakun's residence back then. It was his signature on the left side of the jersey right above the BSFC's badge, god damn it!

Oh, God... Oh My Fucking God!!!

Both of them had almost the same height, but completely different body shapes. Chan's shoulders and chest were wider than Tankhun's. Not only that, but the Captain was also more muscular, while Tankhun was very slender and lithe, with delicious curves in all the right places. Their differences were so obviously seen when Tankhun was wearing Chan's jersey like this. The sleeves of the BSFC white uniform barely touched Tankhun's elbows, and the hem of the shirt fell slightly above the middle of Tankhun's long and slim thighs.

Suddenly, all these unholy thoughts invaded Chan's mind. This was even worse compared to when he saw Tankhun wearing his BSFC jacket at BOC Stadium. It must be because of the minuscule pants that -- allegedly -- were worn by Tankhun but couldn't be seen at all!

Chan couldn't help himself but imagine Tankhun walking around his house bare feet, wearing his jersey, and only that... Chan started to pant... he was gulping hard... his blood was boiling... and he could feel something down there was starting to wake up...

I'm doomed!

"Cap?" called Pete, who always had perfect timing, suddenly popped his head into the locker room.

Make that double doomed!!

Chan only had two options, and neither was good for him, but if he had to choose one... Chan grabbed Tankhun's body in front of him quickly as lightning and then turned their position 180 degrees so Tankhun was the one facing his co-captain, while Chan and his "condition" hid behind the Doctor.

"Yes, Pete?"

Even his own voice sounded strange to his ears. Did he really sound like a strangled person? Or was it just his imagination?

"Coach asking for you," answered Pete as he walked into the room.

Purely on reflex, Chan pulled Tankhun's body backward towards his own body, so that their bodies pressed against each other. His intention at that time was only to use Tankhun's body as a shield, but -- without realizing it -- Chan had made matters even worse for him.

"Chan?" whispered Tankhun, his breath caught a little.

And that was the moment when the great Captain of BSFC realized what he had done.

FUCK!

TBC

[artzychic27]

Can we see this: https://youtu.be/Nb7sgIAuECQ?si=w3auY1tDtEVJmDzB, but with the DC AU couples? Like Bat!Zoe and Static!Cosette, Bane!Ivan and Scarecrow!Mylene, Cat!Juleka and Ivy!Rose, etc?

Zoé: So… Cosette and I… We never imagined that we’d meet up and then eventually… Couple up.

Cosette: Our dads know each other. Justice League, and stuff, you know? But, we didn’t exactly meet through them. See, I was on a class trip to Gotham.

Zoé: Terrible idea.

Cosette: Aw, it worked out.

Zoé: It did. Anyway, the Hero Class- total accident, by the way- helped dad and me battle the Joker and his guys. And Cosette-

Cosette: Don’t! Please, no!

Zoé: *Giggles* Cosette saw the Joker pointing a gun at me, got in front of me, and yelled, “DON’T HURT HER!” But… It turns out- *Snickers*

Cosette: Don’t even!

Zoé: It was one of his ‘POW!’ guns! With the little flag? You know those ones.

Cosette: It was so embarrassing!

Zoé: It was sweet, and you were very brave.

Cosette: … Thank you.

—

Nathaniel: So, um... No one thought this would last. I’m a size-shifting villain who gets angrier as he grows, he’s an alien hero who’s able to fly when he thinks positive thoughts.

Marc: *Takes Nathaniel’s hand* But, we proved everyone wrong.

Nathaniel: As to how we met, I was robbing the bank, literally holding a few people hostage in my fist. And as I was tearing the vault door open, this one bursts in and ties a lamppost around my wrist like handcuffs

Marc: And after that, I kept stopping more of his crimes… Tell them why.

Nathaniel: *Blushing* Starlight, quit it.

Marc: Come on…

Nathaniel: … I wanted a reason to see and talk to you.

Marc: He even stopped right in the middle of causing some chaos downtown because Denise came instead of me. It was adorable! He eventually worked up the nerve to ask me out. And, baby, you didn’t have to commit all those crimes just to get me to notice you.

Nathaniel: Can you blame me? I couldn’t exactly talk to you during school hours with your friends watching my every move.

Marc: And yet, here we are.

—

Jesse: When I first laid eyes on Anthony, it was during the DC kids’ weekly Villains versus Heroes battle near the Eiffel Tower. All I wanted to do was belt a myriad of love songs to the heavens when I saw my dark angel!

Anthony: I talked him out of it. Though, I was surprised he picked me out of… Literally anyone. I mean, who wants a Demon for a boyfriend, you know?

Jesse: *Takes his hand* I do. And I always will, my love.

Anthony: You weren’t even the least bit terrified when you found out who my grandfather was?

Jesse: You mean Trigon? Enslaver of worlds? Devourer of a million souls? The most feared tyrant in the universe who could easily wipe out all existence as we know it?… Nope. Not at all.

Anthony: Aaw. *Kisses him on the cheek* You're sweet.

Jesse: Yes, and a bit terrified.

—

Alya: So, Nino and I had just been transferred to DuPont after the... Incidents at our last schools.

Nino: I was in the middle of conning a few idiots out of their lunch money when she walked by, her hair just smelling like lavender.

Alya: You got so distracted that you shifted into several forms until you were just this cluster of different people. It was a mess! And, frankly, kind of cute.

Nino: Only because I had Adrien's dimples, Kim's abs, and Chloé's aerobicized ass, right?

Alya: No, I meant it was cute how you got all flustered over me, idiot.

Nino: Well, who wouldn't? Now, here's the kicker. She asked me out by trapping me in an escape room for three days.

Alya: With food and water, of course. In the end, there was a riddle waiting for him, and he got it on the first go.

Nino: 'There is a fruit, so very sweet! From a palm, it's very neat! A yea or nay sometime today. Palm to palm is just the gate for the fruit is a-'

Alya/Nino: Date.

—

Denise: I first met Simon while trying to stop a bus full of passengers. The brakes just snapped, and it was going all over the road at top speed.

Simon: I was chasing after the bus, but, you know, I’m not strong enough to stop like a… What? A ton?

Denise: Twenty to thirty, actually. So, I’m flying by to help, and then this one- *Snickers* He flew into a stop sign the very second he saw me.

Simon: I was face to face with a literal goddex! A gorgeous one at that.

Denise: Aw, come on. After we managed to stop the bus and save everyone, we just started hanging out more, stopping the DC villain kids together, and one thing lead to another. We started dating.

—

Jean: I had just given the performance of a life time. I had gotten the usual red roses, but then someone tosses me a bouquet of green roses. Guess who it was.

Austin T: I think they know, dear.

Jean: *Giggles* Yeah. But, the first time we met officially was when I was helping Zoé stop Marinette and Adrien from releasing laughing gas out into the city.

Austin T: I lent some assistance.

Jean: He trapped them in a cage that his ring made, and I was like, “What sorcery is this?!” And he went, “No sorcery, just space tech. Hi, I’m Emerald Lantern.”

Austin T: If you think I’m about to choose the most predictable name, you have another thing coming. Anyway, he didn’t know I was the one who threw the green bouquet until he saw the cage.

Jean: I was swooning!

Austin T: It was adorable how his eyes lit up.

—

Rose: The first time we met, we were thirteen, and we tried to kill each other.

Juleka: Nah, you didn’t try to kill me; I tried to kill you. I thought she was stepping on my turf, trying to steal the stuff I was going to steal. Turns out, she was just poisoning a few guys down at some club who have been harassing some poor girl.

Rose: She’s okay now, but anyway, Juleka wanted in on the action, and scratched their faces!

Juleka: Respect women, idiots.

Rose: It was amazing! I had them tied up in my vines, and we both took turns beating them with her sack full of cash!

Juleka: I like to consider that our first date.

Rose: *Kisses her on the cheek* And what a date it was.

—

Ivan: I was bashing a corrupt official’s head against the pavement one night, after I found out he’d done unspeakable things to lycée students behind closed doors, when I saw her hollow eyes from across the street. I was then plagued with the grimmest of hallucinations of that prison. And after a dreadful ten minutes, I found the bastard of a man writhing and screaming as if he were in even more pain. I knew I wanted her to cull pathetic whelps like that man with me.

Myléne: He asked, then I gave him another dose of my fear toxin. When he snapped out of it and didn’t run away, that’s when I knew he was the one I wanted to spend my life with.

—

Brecken: Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all easy being a hero-villain couple. I always gotta act polite ‘n stuff when I’m around her hero pals.

Genevieve: And I must endure his friends’ brash behavior from time to time.

Brecken: Aw, you love ‘em!

Genevieve: Not as much as I love you… And, I guess your clones.

Brecken: Hoo, doggies! I love this gal! Anyway, as to how we met, so me and the fellas, as in my clones, were robbing the bank, and after we cleaned it out, we stopped for a bite as this great diner. And if you’re American, they got some great burgers there, makes you feel right at home!

Genevieve: As he was saying, he and his clones barged in as I was ordering. Seeing as we were in a public space, and we both had not eaten yet, the seven of us occupied a table, and just began to talk.

Brecken: I never seen the fellas so engaged. My darlin’s just got that something, you know?

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Aurore: Uh, a little about us. My bio dad’s Aquaman, allowing me to breathe underwater and communicate with fish.

Mireille: My bio mom is Black Canary, and I inherited her sonic scream. It’s nice, but I gotta be careful not to scream when I get angry.

Aurore: She’s broken a lot of windows. So, as for how we got together. We were both new to DuPont, and got placed in the Hero Class. It was sort of a program made so we, as the second generation of heroes, could keep an eye on the Villain Class.

Mireille: They’re more chaotic neutral than chaotic evil, but we still keep tabs.

Aurore: Anyway, she had no idea who my dad was yet, so when she saw me at the bottom of the pool one day, she, without hesitation, jumped in, and brought me up for air.

Mireille: I was embarrassed.

Aurore: I was flattered, and I wouldn’t mind her saving me again. You know, from something that can actually kill me. The gesture was sweet, though.

Mireille: I got my favorite top wet.

Aurore: All in the name of love.

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

[beeindaclouds]

Okok hear me out,

First i loveee your writings, theyre really nice, yes

Second, thinking about how would the boys react when you learn how to play a cute song, or wrote a song and sing to them on valentine’s ^-^

Haha, *insert I Do Adore* (thats a really nice song btw)

So yeah, you can save until valentine’s to write or write whenever you want

Again, your works are amazing *chef kiss

I've been keeping this request for like almost a month now- ok probably less than that, but still-

"I Do Adore" is such and adorable song, aaw

But yey, I can finally get to it!

Hope you enjoy <3

VALENTINE SPECIAL : DSMP reacting to you singing a cute song for them

Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers × Reader

Click here before requesting, please <3

Ok, first of all, this is how I imagine the scenario

You were streaming a "Valentine Special" where you're asking chat for song requests for you to sing live

When your DSMP partner joined the call and jokingly said "hey, serenade me as a valentine gift"

You quickly accepted the request, which they weren't expecting

[The song can be any cute, sweet, lovey Valentine song you want]

❝ Dream ❞

Just like when he's flirted with he'll go all stuttery and shy

He's quiet throughout the entire song

And when you're done and chat starts to wonder what Dream's reaction is

He'll try to talk, but is just random words and stutters all over the place

He later comes into your room to give you a kiss as a thank you

And also hide into your arms forever out of embarrassment

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

Because he's live, and chat can see him, he'll make sarcastic comments after the song

Like "Oh, I was so touched, that was sooo sweet"

But he is genuinely thankful

And later, when you actually ask him if he liked the song, he'll go all shy and mumble that he actually loved it and wouldn't mind hearing more

❝ Sapnap ❞

He gets cocky on stream

Just going on and on about how good you are at singing

But the second you and chat start asking for his opinion

It's just quiet, super quiet

So you, with the excuse that your going to the bathroom and that he should stay and entertain chat, go to secretly check on him (cause he had his cam off)

And you see his very red face

"CHAT HE'S BLUSHING-" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?! GET OUT-"

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

He'll get bashful and giggly

Throws a lot of "aaww" 's cause he doesn't know what else to say

Comes to your room to give you a big hug and thank you for the sweet gift

He'd also cry a bit cause he was very touched

❝ Quackity ❞

He'd act all happy on stream

"Look! Look guys! That's my partner!"

But the second the stream is over he's squishing you into a bone crushing hug

Whispering "Te amo" 's and other praises out of pure happiness

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

Gets very red and giggly

He tries to hide his face with everything he can

Slides off his chair to hide under the desk

Then you go to his room and talk to him quietly under the desk, because he got to shy and hid there

And all of this while still streaming lol

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

His touched at first, cause he's usually the one singing

Then half way through the song he joins you and you two have this cute little moment

That will be remembered forever since it was clipped :D

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

Different scenario for Technoblade

You're singing for him to relax him on valentine's day

He enjoys it very much and melts into your lap as you sing and play with his hair

After you're done he'll look at you with the most loving eyes ever and lean up to kiss you

❝ Nihachu ❞

Niki will just admire you as you sing your heart out to her

Clap her hands happily and tell chat to send in a bunch of compliments for you

Then she'll make a quick run to your room to leave a kiss and then go back to streaming

❝ Eret ❞

Eret will find you absolutely adorable

They won't say much on stream other than a heartfelt thank you

But after the stream is done they're all over you and repeating "I love you" and "you were amaizng" over and over again

They're on the moon rn, just super happy

❝ Punz ❞

Definitely spends the whole day bragging about you singing to him

He saves a clip of it and post's it on all his social medias, just everywhere

And he'll also genuinely keep on complimenting you for the enire day

"You're amazing" "I can't believe tou did that" "Everybody should be jealous, cause you are mine. HAHA"

He's very proud of you

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

He'll get shy on stream

But can't stop thanking you for this special moment

Once the stream ends he's just like a puppy that follows you everywhere

He wants to do something for you too, so he'll stick to you to come up with an idea

[juanarc-thethird]

An Opportunity Has Arrive 12

In the cafeteria in the morning.

Pyrrha: *Happy* It was the best Valentine's Day, girls. He was so sweet and loving. The way he touches me, the way he moves. *shivers* It was amazing.

Yang: Damn P-money, you have to tell us more in private.

Blake: *Tries to contain her anger* I'm so happy for you.

Ruby: *Also trying* Yes, very happy for you. (When will it be my turn?!)

Weiss: *Worried but hides it well* Are you two dating now?

Pyrrha's expression changed to a sad one and she rested her head on the table.

Pyrrha: Do not remind me that. I try to ask him but I chicken out.

Ruby and Weiss were relieved.

Weiss: *Slight smile* I see. So you two are not dating.

Pyrrha: I'm the best fighter of my time and I can't even tell the guy I like that I like him.

Yang: Well, look on the bright side. You already did it with him. So maybe you can do it again?

Ruby throws a muffin at her.

Yang: Ouch! What's your problem?!

Ruby: Sorry, it slipped out of my hand.

Yang: Oh yeah. *Grabs the muffin* My hand slips too. *Throws it at Ruby*

Ruby: Do you wanna go?!

Yang: I'm right here.

The two girls throw food at each other. The rest decided to ignore them and continue talking.

Blake: Sooo, where is Jaune now? (He owes me a special day like Pyrrha's)

Pyrrha: He's practicing his semblance with Nora.

Weiss/Blake: His semblance!

Pyrrha: Yes, *nervous laugh* When we did it I was a bit rough with my movements and somehow his semblance appeared.

Weiss: What is it?

Pyrrha: Aura amplification. He can help others recover aura faster, increase someone's semblance power, and can even regenerate more aura on himself.

Blake: (Oh my gosh! He already had a lot of stamina. With that semblance, he would be... Oh fuck~ I'm getting wet just thinking about it)

Pyrrha: That is what we know so far. Right now he and Nora are trying to see what else he can do.

Weiss: Isn't it dangerous to leave the two of them alone? I mean, Nora can be a little extreme with her ideas.

Pyrrha: It's ok, it's not the first time they've done this.

Meanwhile with Jaune and Nora.

Nora: *Holding up her hammer* Are you ready Jaune?

Jaune: *Holding her shield in front of her* Remind me, why are you going to hit me with your hammer?

Nora: To see how much damage you can take now, duh.

Jaune: Right, how did you manage to convince me?

Nora: There's no time to talk!

Nora hits him with her hammer and he goes flying.

Jaune: AAAHH!

Ren: That was a great shot.

Nora: Renny! What are you doing here?

Ren: Just checking on you two. *looks at Jaune* He's heading towards the dorms.

Nora: He'll be fine. Do you want to have a drink while we wait for him to come back?

Ren: Sure, just let me text him so he knows where we are.

Meanwhile in another part of the academy in the Team ABRN room. Which is one of the corner rooms of the building.

Reese: So what do you want to do today, girls?

Arslan: We can go get some food at the fair.

Neon: We ate there yesterday.

May: We can play some video games

Reese: Come on May, you need to get out more. Make more friends.

May: But I already have enough friends. You three are my best friends.

Neon: Aaw~ *Hugs her* You're so cute

May: *embarrassed* Stop it, please.

Arslan: How about a boyfriend?

May: A boyfriend?

Reese: Yeah, you say that you already have enough friends, but you don't have a boyfriend yet.

May: *Flusters* I-I don't need a Bo-bo-boyfriend! I don't care about romance!

Arslan: *teasing her* But you care about Jaune.

May: I don't!

Neon: Wait? Do you guys know Jaune? The cutie from team JNPR?

Reese: You know him too?

Neon: Yes, he helped me get around the academy. How do you guys know him?

Reese: We are childhood friends.

Arslan: I met him through Reese.

May: I bumped into him in the cafeteria. I didn't see him because of my Beanie. I accidentally spilled food on him in the crash. I thought he was going to yell at me, but he just smiled and said he was fine. He helped me up and he asked me if I was okay. I was more worried about him, but he just told me not to worry while smiling. *smiles* It was nice.

Neon: OMG, you have a crush on him!

May: No I'm not!

Neon: Don't deny it, you like him.

The girls just laugh as May feels embarrassed until they see a person fly out the window and gets stuck in the wall.

Reese: What was that?

Arslan: Mora like who was that?

They leave the room and go to the other side. Lucky for them, on the other side was Team BRNZ room, May's team. They walk in and see a blonde boy face up, trying to spit dust out of his mouth. He is stuck from the chest up, the rest of his body was on the other side.

Jaune: Damn, I'm alive but I'm not doing that again.

Reese: Jaune?

Jaune: Huh? *looks at them* Hey girls! Sorry about the mess.

Reese: How did you end up here?

Jaune: I was testing my semblance and I ended up here.

Arslan: is flying your semblance?

Neon: Cool!

Jaune: Haha, it's not. It's aura amplification. I can make others heal faster and get stronger, and I can do the same to myself.

Arslan: Impressive.

Jaune: Thank you.

silence-

Jaune: Soooo, would you girls help me get out of here?

Reese: Oh right, girls.

The girls try to get Jaune off the wall by pulling him by the head.

Jaune: Waitwaitwaitwait!

Reese: What?

Jaune: Can you try something else? I want to keep my head, thank you very much.

Reese: *Quietly* Why? You don't even use it.

The other girls laugh.

Jaune: I heard that!

May: Why don't we try to do it from the other side?

Neon: Great idea!

Jaune: Wait, before you go, can you put something for me to rest my head on? I'm getting tired of keeping my head up.

May moves her bed under his head.

May: Better?

Jaune: *Smiles* Thank you.

May blushes. The girls leave the room and close the door behind them. Leaving Jaune alone with the thoughts of her. They returned to the BARN team room and began to think about how to free him.

Reese: Let's try to pull from his legs and arms.

Each girl grabs one of his limbs and pulls. They pull hard but nothing.

Jaune (from the other side): Girls, everything ok?

Reese: *to the wall* We're fine, just thinking of something else to get you out.

Neon: I'm sorry girls. It's a little hard to pull from his arms. He's so tight in the hole, that I don't have enough room to grab his arm and pull.

May: Maybe if we all pull from her legs?

Reese: There isn't enough room for all of us to grab his legs properly.

Arslan: Two can grab his legs while the other two grab him by the belt.

Reese: We can try that

Neon: Let's do it!

Each girl gets in her place and grab Jaune's legs and belt. Arslan and Reese grab the legs and Neon and May grab the belt. May on the left and Neon on the right.

Jaune: *Realizes what they're trying to do* Wait girls! I don't think that's a good idea!

Reese: *Not listening* Don't worry Jaune! We got this.

Jaune: Do not understand! This could end badly!

Neon: *Not listening too* Just relax and you'll be out in no time!

Jaune: Girls, you don't understand!

Arslan: Ok girls, on the count of 3. 1.... 2... and...

Jaune: WAIT! LISTEN TO ME!

Arslan: 3!

The girls pull as hard as they can. Something broke free, but it wasn't what they were expecting. They fell to the ground. May was the first to sit down and see if Jaune was released from the wall or not.

May: *Blushing* Umm... Girls?

The girls look up and see that Jaune is still there but without pants.

Jaune: Girls! What happen?! I feel different on my legs! Do I still have my pants?

The girls didn't answer him, they just stared at him, to be more exact, they stared at his bulge.

Arslan: *Amazed* He's huge

Reese: *Blushing* (When did he become a man?)

Neon: Oh my~ This kitty like's it.

The three girls see May walking up to him and touching his leg. She then drags her nails around his thigh.

Jaune: (Oh no! My pants are off!) Girls! Don't look! Just call Prof, Goodwitch! She can help!

Neon: *Gets up and touches his other leg* Relax, Jaune, we can still help you. There's something else we can try~

Reese: *Blushing* Girls, I don't think you two should do this. Girls! We-

Reese then saw her friend Arslan walking towards his legs. She got between his legs and grabbed his underwear with both hands.

Jaune: WAIT! PLEASE! DON'T DO IT!

Reese: (I need to help Jaune) Arslan don't!

Arslan ignores both pleas and removes his underwear revealing his sword.

Neon: Holy fuck! His packing so much heat!

Jaune: *A shame* I can't get marry anymore.

Reese just looks at her "sword". She remembers when they were children and bathed together. At that time he was so little, but I know he is a man, a pretty BIG Man~

Reese:It's okay Jaune, we'll help you.

From the other side Jaune can feel that something was put under his waist and legs for support.

Jaune: *Trying to move his arms* What are you girls doing?! Can anyone hear me? Help!

On the other side, a bed had moved under him and some of the girls began to undress. Reese walks to the door of the room they're in.

Reese: Don't worry Jaune. You are in good hands~

She locked the door

[gloriousstrawberryharmony]

Just do it already!

If you don't like tickling, you can kindly scroll of <3

This is a SFW fic! And is platonic! The idea was by this ask here hope you enjoy reading it!

Mumbo, Grian, Scar were hanging out together. An ordinary day in boatem. Mumbo handed a note to Grian which said:

Grian... I sorta feel- I wanna- can you tickle me...

Grian read the letter in his head in aww. And looked up at Mumbo, who was looking away embarrassed in his thoughts. Grian wanted to tickle Mumbo, the problem was he wanted to be tickled as well and looked at Mumbo fondly embarrassed.

Scar was the only one who stopped to look at the two who openly made themselves embarrassed.

"Mumbo? Grian? Are you two okay?" Scar asked worried.

"Y-yes we-were good Scar. Thanks for asking!" Grian put the note in his inventory.

Scar raised his eyebrows. "Grian. What was on the piece of paper?" Scar asked Grian.

Grian panick looked at Mumbo for an answer if he should answer it. Mumbo stared back not knowing what to do. Grian then looked at Scar.

"Nothing!" Grian called.

Scar knowing something was up with the two. So he wriggled his fingers at them. Grian and Mumbo stepping back nervously giggling. Scar being Scar slowly stepping towards them "I know what's up!"

Grian made a "we've been caught" face. And signalled Mumbo to fly away.

"Yoheheheu can nehehever catch us!" Grian flew along with Mumbo.

"Yeeheheaahah!" Mumbo added giggling.

"We'll see about that!" Scar equipped his elytra and flew steadily to be with Grian and Mumbo. He did catch them pretty quick and flew them back down to the ground.

"So. Grian. Mumbo. I've caught you. And now the tickle monster escaped!" Scar said smiling widely.

"nohoHOHOT the ti-tihehehckle monster!" Grian

"Yes~ The tickle Monster will be coming for you!" Scar stared at the adorable Grian.

"Scarahaha just dohohonit already!" Grain pouted giggling, and smiling.

"ohohoho well as your wish little fellow. The tickle Monster is very hungry! Nomnomnom!" Scar being Scar once again, Scar gave Grian raspberries. Grian laughed loudly. Mumbo looking at Grian with giggles.

"Scar- noHOhoHohoho!" Grian held on to Scar giggles pooring out.

"Scar yessssss" Scar did a raspberry again.

Mumbo stood up looking at Grian and Scar. He was just, well he was just watching the desert duo enjoying themselves. And grinned. He launched to Grian, and ticked his arms, even if he wanted to be tickled, he had to admit Grian's laughter is adorable.

"MUMBOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA NOHOHO SCARHAHAHHAA WHEHEHEHEHYYAHAHH" Grian boomed with laughter, folding his wings.

"Whoa! Hey Mumbo! Thanks for the help!" Scar thanked Mumbo.

"No problem buddy" Mumbo said happily, and pleased

"THIIHEHEHEHIS not fahahahair!" Grian looked at the two with adorable laughter.

"I think it is fair you adorable gremlin" Mumbo and Scar aawed at Grian.

"Duhahahmbs dhehehums!" Grian blurted out still in giggles.

"Mumbohahaha Also Wanahanated to be TEHEHEhahackled as wehehehelll" Grian tried to say this to both Scar and Mumbo.

Mumbo's eyes widened still tickling Grian's arm. He looked at both Grian and up at Scar. Who had a cheeky grin. He gave Grian a break from their tickles.

Scar walked to Mumbo who was nervously giggling. Scar pulled himself together and brought Mumbo in for a hug. Mumbo seem surprised little did he know... Scar started to scribble his fingers all over over Mumbo's tummy.

"ScarahaAHAHAhahaha!" Mumbo's giggles began spilling out. He didn't even try to hide his laughter. Grian who is resting on the ground started to laugh because he found Mumbo's laugh hilarious. Scar mentioned this. "Aww Mumbo looky here Grian's laughing at your lahahahugh!"

"THEHEHEHUS AHAHAHA SCARHAHAHHAA!" Mumbo laughed in response.

"Now, that is my name!" Scar hummed. And smiled. Grian who is a little recovered flew a bit to Mumbo and Scar. And Grian poked at Mumbo's back. You see, Mumbo was on Scar's lap. And Mumbo's back was facing to Grian.

"A little poke here, a little poke poke here!" Grian giggled, enjoying poking Mumbo's back. "Didn't you want me to tickle you Mumbo?"

"oh my goehehheos, yehehehes okahahhay?" Mumbo agreed. Scar made another aww face.

"Now it's time to get Mumbo really laughing" Grian thought. He also started to tickle Mumbo's tummy. A new wave of laughter flew in.

"GRIHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHANN!" Mumbo laughs raised an octave. Mumbo practically began holding onto Scar at this point having a big smile on his face. "ScahahaHAHAHAHA!"

"I think that's enough" Grian smiled warmly. Scar nodded. And the three of them hugged. Mumbo's giggles still flowing out. Everyone once again made an aww sound.

The trio, Scar, Mumbo and Grian hanged out together after that and talked about new build ideas, pranks, general conversations filled with laughter and more. In the cosy area of Grian's base/house.