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d1s1ntegrated · 9 months ago

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I just read your shigaraki fic with him stealing readers clothes and

First: loved it he’s such a little freak and I love him

Second: part 2? Maybe where reader goes into his rooms well he’s doing his thing with our clothes and gets caught red handed and just pretty much braces down and reader doms him or something I don’t know I just think a part 2 where reader walks in on him doing it would be fun

I’m sorry if this is against any rules you have you can ignore if you want

Im just an idiot 🙃 ok goodbye

shhhhh ur not an idiot and this is hot af so YASS

laundry pile (nsfw)

tomura x fem!reader

tags: stealing clothes, masturbation, stalker behavior, heavy petting, dacryphilia, p/v pen, swearing, degradation, dom/sub dynamic implied, fem reader, hardcore smut, light comfort, sub/switch! tomura, humiliation, oral (m&f rec)

A/N: i'm getting caught up on my asks finally 🫶 so sorry for the weird inactivity i love u all! also this isn't proofread sorry ill prob edit it later lol!

"For fucks sake" you threw your door open in frustration, storming down the hall to Shigaraki's room. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. You didn't really want to ask him of all people, but you were desperate and flustered now.

You knock gently, and before hearing him respond, you turn the handle.

"Hey, Shigaraki, have you seen my-" You open the door of Tomura's room prematurely, the light knocking not alerting him fast enough as he scrambles to yank his covers over him.

"SHIT, fucking, GET THE FUCK OUT," the man's voice heightens in pitch with every word, straining to speak. He's gripping his blanket with four white knuckles, ring finger held above the blue fabric. His hands shake and beads of sweat are flattening his fringe to his forehead, and his breathing even from the doorway looks erratic. It's no mistake, you walked in at the wrong time. Your jaw hangs open slightly at the image of him and begin backing up slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll...well, while I'm here," you start with a sheepish smile, "have you seen my black sweater? The one with the..." Your fingers twiddle around as you describe the well-loved garment, and he groans.

"...No," he wipes his hair from his face, "Go ask the girls."

"Sorry. Yeah, I'll do that." You reach for the door handle with a curt nod, and turn to head out, when something catches your eye. On the floor, next to a pile of used towels and dirty laundry, you notice the familiar lace trim, a delicate pink bow...

You reach for the piece as Tomura shoots up on his bed, still covering himself. "What are you doing??" His voice is anxious, and as you come back up, you hang the fabric delicately between your fingers in front of him.

"Are these my fucking underwear?" With a fire hot enough to burn his room to the ground, you storm closer to him, standing over him now with fierce eyes, able to really take in the sight of him now. His eyes are heavier than usual, his back flexed and his arms tense against his chest as he plasters the sheet against his snowy skin. He looks up at you with a feverish glint, avoiding contact with the skimpy bottoms hanging in front of his face. He shakes his head, unable to speak.

The sheet leaves little to the imagination, as you look him up and down in his bed. You bite back your rage as you notice a strap peeking out from under one of his pillows, and you shove him back and lean over to yank it out from underneath. Your pink bralette, that you could've sworn you lost for good, was now in your hands, waving dangerously close to Tomura. With wide eyes, he gives the equivalent look to a dog who got caught with a slipper. Cowering was a new look for him. As you stare him down, you notice the sheet twitching, an unmistakable silent pleading. Your face, now mere inches above his, sends his heart sprinting out of his body.

If it weren't for your discovery, it would've been almost...charming, to see him like this. Lips pink and puffy, as if they'd been bitten raw, and the remarkable sheen of sweat and lust glazing his scarred face. A heavy breath, halfway to climax and halfway to anxiety attack. You couldn't tell if he was turned on or terrified at this point. Your mind preferred the latter, but somewhere deep inside, you liked the idea of the former.

There was also something already charming about his actions. Your clothes were scattered all around him, around his room. Part of you felt enthralled by the idea of your fearsome leader, your boss, the dangerous villain doing something as depraved and perverted as stealing your clothes. Especially after all of the shit you guys fought about, how many times he told you to fuck off and that he couldn't stand you. It was like an unwritten confession, and it made your heart flutter for a moment. You stood there, thinking about what he was doing to them exactly, with a frivolous process. It didn't take much for your mind to conclude the thought, knowing you just caught him doing precisely what you could have imagined with them. It felt almost elementary to catch him in the act of something so vulgar, and despite your scornful expression, you had to fight the instinctual curling of your lips.

"What else do you have of mine?" You kept your face flat, curiosity driving you further. He shrank down a moment before raising a shaky arm towards his door.

"Close that, please" his brows furrowed as you both looked toward the wide-open door, giving whoever walked by a full view of the situation. You padded towards it and slammed it closed, locking it behind you before re-approaching him with the same fervor as before. You toss the two garments at him and ask him again.

"What else did you steal from me?"

He swallowed and took a deep breath before raising his hand up in defeat, "I'm sorry". His eyes glossed over as he looked away, blinking rapidly. He lifted the pillow behind him and began removing things from the pile of things. Multiple pairs of underwear, two bras, three shirts, a pair of lounge shorts, and a few random socks. Your jaw dropped as he handed them to you, sniffling with embarrassment and disturbance. You shook your head slowly, partially in awe and disbelief. How did he even manage...and why? How long had he been doing it for? Your mind raced as you compiled everything at the edge of his bed. He sat there dejected as you counted everything.

"Fourteen. FOURTEEN things of mine. Just under your pillow. What, why?? Where else do you hide it all? Is this where all my clothes have gone?" Your voice rises in frustration and confusion as he falters.

He shakes his head and quavers, with the smallest voice you've ever heard from him.

"I don't know. I'm sorry". He shows remorse, no doubt. But the movement underneath the thin sheet doesn't help to convince you of his guilt. Some part of him likes the fact he was caught, surely. It's easy to see it, with the faint flush of his complexion.

You lean down more and lift his face with a finger on his chin, directing his eyes to meet yours. You don't say anything, which scares him more than anything. At any point, you could run out of his room, screaming about how he was a freak, or a coward, or a stalker. Even him, your notorious leader, was scared of being exposed so viscerally. You recognize this, his crimson eyes welling with shameful tears as you look into them.

You wanted to be so angry. You wanted to be disgusted, freaked out, and you wanted to hate him. You could let him being murderous slide, but being a loser? It boiled your blood. But you couldn't tear yourself away from his wet gaze, the tears falling heavily now as you gripped his chin between thumb and forefinger. He didn't pull away, either, he just accepted his loss. There were so many reasons why you should hate him.

But you don't, you realize, as you lean in and pull him into a hungry kiss. His lips are rough, but wet with tears as you press yours into them. Maybe it was pity, maybe it's because you know he's pent up and stressed out and most certainly a virgin. It's possible he just needs comfort. Perhaps you're encouraging him, and for all you know, maybe you like that.

You stop yourself from thinking and just let your body move. You push him back, taking his hands away from the iron grip on the sheets and lifting them above his head. He doesn't argue, and complacently loosens his body with a light whimper as you touch him. You climb onto his lap, still pinning his arms down as you snake your tongue into his mouth. He tastes so sweet, so addicting. It was unlike anything you could describe, like apple and spices and sweet mint. You cave in to him, allowing yourself to feel the rush of endorphins swell in your core. Your mind goes blank as you feel his length between your legs, twitching and jumping like an eager animal.

You finally pull away from the kiss, only to bite down his scarred neck and shoulder.

"You're a fucking thief" you say between bites, and he whimpers.

"I know" he shakes as you sink your teeth in. He groans out as you bite down harder at his response.

"You're a fucking freak" you spit. He nods, trembling.

"I'm sorry" he cries out as you sink your canines into him.

"You like that, hm? You like being a sick fuck?" you tighten your grip on his wrists.

His whimpers and moans drive you crazy. You fight the urge to take him all at once, even if it tortures you as well. Your lips curl sadistically as you lick his wounds, tongue grazing over not only the bites, but the torn skin of his neck from his incessant scratching. The faint taste of blood stings in your mouth, the metallic fragrance soaking your senses. You feel your core liquify as tears spill from his eyes, the thick lashes sticking together. He sobs, clenching his jaw.

"Please, I can't take it". His heavy breaths buckle in his chest, and you bring your free hand up to caress his face.

"You're so pretty like this, Tomura" your voice is slick with hunger, a newfound lust from hearing his pathetic noises. He blinks up at you in a daze, his pupils blown wide as you release your grip on his wrists.

"Please" he whispers, and you laugh.

"Please what? You seriously think you're getting rewarded? For being a fucking pervert?"

Tomura bites his lip and shakes his head.

"No, I'm sorry".

It was a sight to behold. Your fearsome leader, now crumbling beneath you, begging to be touched. Pleading for forgiveness, admitting fault with fat tears soaking his cheeks. Everything you swore he would never be capable of, he was doing. And it made you feel so powerful. It was well overdue- someone eventually would've put him in his place- you just never thought it'd be you to do it.

You retreat from his lap, standing swiftly. You watch his face fall a bit, then relight as you slide your top and bottoms off, leaving you standing nearly naked in front of him. His eyes soak in the image of you, his hands clenching. You reach for the sheet and yank it off of him, finally, to expose his naked body completely.

His cock stands proud, already leaking and throbbing as you grab it. He gasps, the air hitching in his chest as your thumb slides down the tip, admiring his length as you squeeze it gently.

"You're such a desperate little bitch," you start demeaning him further, fingers trailing to wrap around his balls. He mewls as you continue, "I always knew you were a pathetic loser".

His cock convulses as you speak, and you lose you patience. You take him in your mouth, pressing your tongue flatly against the thickness. You graze your teeth against the sensitive skin, and he hisses out a string of curses. You speed up, fingers still teasing him with lazy tugs. You reach underneath and press two fingers against the untouched skin, massaging it gently. The action causes him to clench his fists mindlessly against the sheets, and they immediately disintegrate into nothingness. He grumbles out a "Fuck", but is swiftly redirected back to the multitude of sensations below. You laugh, his thick cock still in your mouth, and he throws his head back. He begins mindlessly thrusting into your throat, causing you to choke a bit on the size of him. He spreads his legs open further as you massage the neglected spot, clearly enjoying the newly discovered sensitivity.

Before he can finish, and god is he dangerously close to doing so, you pull off of him. He groans and silently begs for more, but you shake your head and get back on top of him.

"You think I'm doing this for your enjoyment? You owe me, not the other way around." you spew out. "It's my turn, loser."

He doesn't have time to argue it as you slide your underwear off and bring yourself to his face. You speak, knowing his can't respond, enjoying his compliance. "Have you ever done this before? No? Hm..." You chuckle out sinfully as his mouth falls wide, dragging his tongue up your dripping cunt to your clit. "Do a good job, and maybe then I'll let you have more."

He's clearly inexperienced, the way his tongue explores your folds and curves, but he's starving regardless. He presses his tongue deeply into you, moaning at the taste as you grind against his mouth. He gains confidence as he grips your hips with a four-fingered grip, keeping his pinkies as far as anatomically possible from your soft skin. He kneads his slender fingers into the fat of your hips and ass, his nails digging in as his tongue picks up speed. After a minute or two adjusting, he's eating you like a dog, licking and sucking and nipping at everything he can, with a determination previously unseen. It feels unforgettable, the way his teeth graze your clit and his tongue licks at you like you're candy. The poor depraved man laying under you, finally graced with the taste of you he's only ever had in dreams. You tasted much better than the underwear he stole. It felt holy now, so dirty and urgent that it felt like prayer.

You can't avoid the hastily approaching orgasm as he flicks his tongue on the throbbing bundle of nerves. You grind down on his face, coating his mouth and chin with your heat as he sends you over the edge. You drive your hips down, nearly suffocating him, as you clench and shiver on his face. You can feel him panting and smiling and swallowing every drop of your climax thankfully, which sends you even further.

When you finally come crashing down, you pull off of him and slide back down his chest and position him right in front of your needy hole. But you can't give into him just yet. It's his punishment, not reward, to fuck you and please you and make you cum.

He looks positively elated, his pupils still swallowing his ruby irises and his hair tangled around his pretty face. He's smiling, with a tired breath, but he's nowhere near done. He's completely aware of his consequences.

"Good boy, Tomu" you praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, his face still soaked from you. He smiles a bit more, but is still silent as you continue, "I almost forgive you for being such a disgusting slut".

He nods and silently mouths out an "okay". You trail a finger up his jaw and press a kiss to it. But his response isn't enough for you. You want more, you want to press the subject deeper before allowing him to have something so sacred.

"Tell me, pretty freak; why did you steal my clothes?"

He takes a moment to bite his lip, looking away as he responds. "I like to".

Not good enough. "And?" you pry.

"It...feels good. To smell you. And taste you. It feels so good..." he bleats out pitifully, and you can't help but feel a little bit enamored at his answer.

"Yeah? Was it worth it?" You tilt your head slightly, loving his plaintive admissions.

He nods and smiles, "Definitely".

Tomura's slight defiance stirs something inside of you. At the end of the day, he always gets what he wants. And if he wanted to steal your clothes, soil them with a weeks worth of cum, he fucking would. He did. He wasn't an entirely too demanding person, but he was, at his core, determined to have everything he wants. Including you, in every way he can.

You can't wait any longer as you take his length inside of you. You gasp out a bit at the size, feeling it stretch your walls with a burning sensation. He immediately moans out, unable to even slightly quiet down as he feels how wet you are around him.

"You're so fucking tight," he cries, and you clench around him, causing him to spasm a bit. His eyes roll back and he begins thrusting into you from below, the friction driving you crazy. "You feel just like I imagined" he confesses, words heavy with desire.

You grind into him as he thrusts, both rutting against each other fervidly. The tuft of baby blue hair drags a bit against your clit and you can't help as his name spills from your lips like honey.

"Fuck, Tomura, you're so big" you lewdly cry out as he grips you again. His cock slams against your cervix, sliding in and out of your entrance rapidly. His moans and whimpers become intangible, a never-ending slew of crude noises just leaking from his pretty pink lips. You nearly forget being angry, you throw your inhibitions to the side, because it feels far too good to not focus on entirely. The way he whines and keens melts you like the sun.

You both get closer with each frantic thrust. Months of pining and pretending to hate each other paid off well enough, because the feeling of his cock inside of you, plowing you filthily, locked in the satisfaction of meeting him in the first place.

"And I thought you hated my guts" you moan out as he slams into you, folding a bit. He wraps his arms around you and you tuck your head into his neck as he takes complete control from beneath.

"No, I just, fuck, couldn't stand not having this" he breathes out, his hold on you intensifying. "I want you".

His speed shakes your mind, leaving you fuzzy as you reach your final breaking point. He's close behind, his thrusts becoming less coordinated as he moans out your name like a broken record.

"Tomura, I-"

He cuts you off with a whine, "Please, let me cum inside of you". You completely shatter around him, the heat inside of you finally snapping in half as you grind into him mindlessly, the sensation of your orgasm tearing through you like a full moon's tide. You cry and gasp out into his ear, and he decides he can't wait anymore. He spills into you with a howl, twitching and sputtering as he finally fills you up. The pearly strings coat your sore insides, gumming you up. He sinks his teeth down into your neck as he ruts into you, pumping his seed deeper inside as he rides out his orgasm. You feel the suffocating wave of euphoria wash over you, unable to form a coherent thought as he pulls out slowly.

He lolls his head back and keeps you wrapped in his arms, unwilling to release you.

"I'm sorry" he finally speaks. The silence in the room dissipates with his raspy voice, and you nod.

"Do you at least wash them when you're done?" You ask, and he nods back.

"I return them when you aren't there.." he admits.

"Okay" you don't have the energy or even the space inside of you to actually be mad. If anything, you were more upset before cause for the most part, you were missing a lot of your favorite pairs of underwear, and you thought you were losing your mind.

"I promise I'll stop" he whispers into your hair, "I'm sorry".

You shake your head against his chest. "Don't. It gives me an excuse to come back in here and do this again".

His heartbeat speeds a bit as he processes your words. A part of him wants to tell you you don't need an excuse. But the other part of him wants you to keep catching him. The chase, the raw desire, he'd been playing the long game, and you fell right for it. His silly little game he'd been playing worked out perfectly in his favor, and he relished in that fact.

He doesn't respond. You close your eyes on his chest, and he pulls up the other blanket that was unscathed from his torrential grip. He smiles to himself as you slowly fall asleep on him, your breathing slowing. Lying there with you, he finally felt content and full for once, and that scared him. But he laid there still, soaking in the feeling of completing his goal.

But he no longer wanted to play this game. He wanted to win it.

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dontbesoweirdkira · 7 months ago

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Platonic ¡yan! Dick Grayson x Batsis x Jason Todd

A/N: Another discussion post because we need to talk about Grayson! Thank you for your contribution, mootie! You are so good at bouncing off of ideas. I hope you don’t mind me writing this🤭

@siririus

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Craziest thing about all of this is, it's a paradox. Is Dick really only this upset because his batsis is prefers Jason?....Or is it also because it's almost like she's taking his brother away from him and they are becoming each others favorites?

In the previous post, i said how dick has a fear of being pushed to the side and forgotten. He's scared of no longer being needed anymore and this relationship kind of symbolizes that. You never needed Dick, even in the beginning. Jason leaned on Dick a lot as they knew each other the longest and it took so much work to mend the fractures in it. Now Jason is confiding in you more...you understand each other way more.

It's a complex issue.

One solution you might say is just for them to form some kind of trio...But he's tried. LOL Grayson has crashed many of your hangout sessions to use it as an opportunity to become close to you.

He knows you won't leave because you like Jason too much and he also gets to spend time with his brother. perfect. NOT.

Dick cannot seem to grasp the concept that you and Jason have a "parallel play" kind of thing going on. Like you mentioned Jason is subtle. He's not really trying to do something over the top, he just wants to chill and do his own thing. SO you guys might chat for like five minutes then he turns around to go read his book while you're playing a phone game. It's enough for you two to just be near. But Dick, he's internalizing it. He thinks you stopped talking because he's there. He thinks you guys are having way more action packed hangouts when you're alone. To him, just sitting next to each other isn't "hanging out".

He'll try to keep pushing for a conversation and you guys are like...eh. Or he'll try to force you all to do fun games ect. and it usually ends with you leaving first or Jason getting upset then you walking out together.

But that couch thing is so funny. I think that Dick would've been like waving you down to sit next to him all smiley and he has your favorite snacks in a cute little box but Jason just motions his head and you choose that. Stab right in the heart. He's not even watching the movie anymore, he's just paying attention to you guys.

Do not fall asleep on Jason. I think that'll high key bring Dick to tears. He wants that so badly. Dick is super physically affectionate but he's constantly craving hugs and all of that. You falling asleep on Jason reminds him of when Jason and him would have sleepovers in the living room, and Jason would always end up sleeping on his shoulder or lap.

He's tried hugging you before but you just go incredibly stiff and shaky so it's not even fulfilling to him. He wants to carry you on his back, do your hair in the mornings, cuddles, handshakes..ect. He wants to be your best friend. I do think you just even holding his hand would calm him down or holding his arm would help him to feel better.

He does attempt the subtlety of Jason. It doesn't really work the same way because well, he cannot contain himself. He's feral. Plus you assume the seat is for Cass or Babs instead so you never choose it. Like he gets to the dinner table first, saves the seat for you, and you sit next to him but he makes it so weird AHHAHA. Like he's trying to remain calm but he's breathing so hard. You finally chose him. (it was the only seat left) BUT YOU CHOSE HIM. You didn't scurry away like usual. He's just staring at you because he's so happy and you are sending help signals to Jason who is finding this all very amusing. Dick, wont stop talking either and he keeps filling up your plate with food. He gives you a corner piece of the brownie..he loves you so much.

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awriterinthenight · 6 months ago

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"I Have What?"

requested: @narkissistikos

words: 3267

warnings: swearing, suicide references, reader gets attacked, (I know the title is kinda bad, but if you read the story, then it's kinda funny), Miranda is actually a bitch like I hate people like her

summary: You're a mortal who keeps seeing weird monsters, but everyone thinks you're crazy, so when you're at an amusement park and get attacked by a monster, you meet the one and only Luke Castellan

Everyone said you were crazy, that none of it was real. Your parents didn't believe you, they thought you just had a wild imagination, your friends tried to ignore the weird things you told them about, and everyone judged you when they would you talk of monsters. Monsters weren't real was what everyone told you, but you would swear on the gods that they were, and that you could see them.

Eventually you were brought to a doctor, but they also called you crazy, an attention seeker, or that you just had a wild imagination. Everyone thought you just saw these things because you were always cooped up in your room drawing fantasy creatures from old myths. Your doctor recommended going outside, hanging out with friends, and trying to forget all the weird things you believed you say.

So once your parents told your friends, your friends decided what better to do than bring you to an amusement park. How could you not have fun there with the endless rides, greasy food, and the sound of hundreds of screaming kids? So fun (I'm being sarcastic).

You needed this, which was a major lie your friends and family told you. Just like every rich family, they can't have their little screw up who might be crazy, being shown out in public that way. So now here you are, three doctors, a bunch of medication that didn't work, and about 20 cover ups of your "stunts" (as your parents called them), later in your own personal hell, have fun.

"First we should do the Tilt-A-Whirl, then we can go on the bumper cars, then get food, then head to the Ferris Wheel," Stephanie said. With her everything had to be planned out, which wasn't so bad, but sometimes it sucked since then no one could divert from the schedule.

"I think that guy is looking at me. Do you think he's cute? Cause he's cute," Miranda said, looking at something that looked like it crawled onto Earth. Miranda was one of those girls who only talked about guys, and by the time you had a full conversation with her, you'd wish someone would pick her already.

Now you might be thinking, 'why would you be friends with those two if they made you want to jump off the top of the Ferris Wheel'. Well Little Sally, the only reason we hangout with them is because we have to. Stephanie was your mom's best friend's daughter, so if you two weren't friends then apparently your mom's had failed as friends, which made zero sense, but whatever. And Miranda was apparently a package deal (that no one ordered) with Stephanie.

The only decent one in your group was Christina. She didn't talk much, but the glances the two of you sent each other were louder than Miranda's laugh when a guy was around. Christina had been your friend since the beginning of middle school, and for some reason stuck around till now. She was your only real friend in your life, and the only one who cared. She might've thought you were also a bit crazy, but hey, it at least made you funny.

"Let's just get this over with," you said, walking towards the Tilt-A-Whirl.

Miranda groaned, "Don't be such a bummer, we're here to have fun," you and Miranda probably would've murdered each other by now if it wasn't for Christina reminding you that colleges don't accept you if you have a murder charge.

You rolled your eyes, turning away from her as Christina spoke to you, "If you don't upset her too much, then I'll buy you a slushie as compensation."

"Fine, but only if it's blue," you only drank blue slushies, they were like crack to you. You had made it through the Tilt-A-Whirl without hurling the two girls off the ride, and had made it through bumper cars with running them over either, so a wins a win I guess.

You were getting food now, since you were more likely to murder someone on an empty stomach, which was not a good thing when Miranda was around. Christina was busy getting you guys slushies like she promised you, while Miranda was flirting with the cashier when she was supposed to be getting you burgers. You stood in line for cheese fries when something caught your eye.

'Was that a snake!' you questioned yourself, as you swore you saw a snake slither out of the hat the cashier at the popcorn stand was wearing. You tried to slow down your breathing since it sped up from the shock. 'It's just another reason they think you're crazy. Don't let them think you're crazy’ the words everyone told you ringing through your head again.

The guy behind you seemed to notice that you seemed a bit out of it, "Cool shirt," he said, referring to your AC/DC shirt.

It caught you off guard, and you had to look down at what shirt you were wearing, "What- oh, uh thanks," you managed to stumble out, a bit embarrassed since the guy was kind of cute, but you have bigger problems right now.

"Are you okay?" he asked, seeming to be concerned about you in your shocked state. I'll take things that have never happened before for 500 Alex.

You looked up at him, taking in his brown hair and the scar on his face, "I-I'm fine," you told him, trying to think of an excuse since telling a stranger you saw a snake in someone's hair is something only bat-shit crazy people say, "I just witnessed someone sneeze into the popcorn, not something you usually want to see when you're about to eat," you lied, or at least tried to. How the fuck does someone know if their bad at lying or not? Welp, guess it's up the gods if he thinks I'm weird or not, oh look nothing new.

Surprisingly he let out a small chuckle, "I never trust any of the food here, I'm just getting some for my friends," he said.

You nodded, your mind still a bit distant. The strange guy nudged you a bit, "Hey, you're next," he said, since the person in front of you left.

"Oh, thanks, sorry," you said, quickly before walking up to the cashier. That was the last you said to the mystery guy, since he didn't talk to you again after you ordered. You made your way over to your friends, sitting down next to Christina.

"Oh my god," Miranda started, as you started to want to gouge out your eyeballs, "Who was that guy you were talking to? He was so cute, do you think he has a girlfriend?" she asked, then continued to talk about him, asking a million questions that you wouldn't know since you talked to him for not even a minute, and it was a lie you told, so that you didn't look fucking crazy.

"I don't know Miranda. I talked to him for like 30 seconds and it was about some lady who sneezed into the popcorn, by the way, don't get popcorn," you told her, fed up with her million questions.

Stephanie eyed you and said, "You don't need to be so rude, she was just asking," that's it you were jumping off the Ferris Wheel.

Christina could sense the tension, so she intervened, "Did you guys see Evan and Quinn walking around? I didn't even know they were going out," she gossiped, since it was the best diversion to use on the two. You zoned out, preferring to keep you sanity. Which was ironic since when you looked at the lady at the cotton candy stall, you swore she had wings, fangs, and claw-like hands. Okay, maybe you were fucking crazy.

The other weird thing was then when you looked back she looked like a normal person again. Even weirder was that the brown haired stranger looked at her too, then right at you. Something was definitely going on, but you sure as hell don't want to know.

You and your friends were about to head onto the Ferris Wheel, but something inside you told you not to.

"Stop being such a loser," Miranda complained, since she always had to have a problem with you.

"Stop being such a bitch, then maybe I will," you said, walking away. That wasn't your best comeback, but it'll do for now. You stood by yourself against a fence, contemplating why you didn't get on the Ferris Wheel. Was it A) the thought of being high up with Miranda was too tempting to push her off, and you didn't need a felony charge, B) that food was not sitting right, or C) did it have something to do with that the lady from the popcorn stand who now had wings, fangs, and snakes for hair, was about to attack the brown hair boy from earlier. If you picked C) then ding, ding, ding, we have a winner.

Shit.

You ran forward, pulling the boy back by his shirt before she could attack. His friends turned to look at the boy now on the ground, as you felt the greatest humiliation ever. The lady was gone, now making you look like a crazy person who attacked someone for no reason.

"What the hell is wrong with you," he yelled out in anger, dusting himself off as he stood up.

You stumbled back, confused to what had just happened, "I-I," you could barely make out any words, "I swore I...fuck," you said, running into the nearest bathroom to hide in.

You were crazy, you were bat-shit crazy. You were seeing things. Everyone was right. There's something incredibly wrong with you. Why would you do that?

In the midst of trying to call yourself down, you didn't even notice the woman next to you washing her hands, "You're really pretty, it's a shame what I'm about to do to you," she said, making you scared? confused? You didn't know anymore.

"Wha-what," was all you could stumble out, taking a step back.

She let out a breath, "You keep getting in my way, and I can't have that," she shouted at you, before lunging to attack. You had some self defence lessons, plus the skills from random rich people activities like fencing, plus great fight or flight instincts, so before she could rip your throat out, you dodged to the side. She ran into the sink, breaking it which probably hurt like a bitch.

Are you crazy, or are you crazy? Is what you kept asking yourself. The weird lady (more like a creature thing, since she had her wings and fangs back) lunged at you again, but you ran out of the bathroom this time.

You'd made it a good distance away from the bathroom when you accidentally ran into someone, literally. Your face hit their chest, making you stumble back a bit, and you would've fallen if it weren't for someone else catching you.

To your horror it was the boy and his group of friends from earlier. And to make it worse he was the one who caught you, "I got you," he said, "Now where is she?" he asked, his voice sounding rather urgent.

Your brain was still spinning as you tried to process everything, "Wha-what, you can see them?" you asked, entirely confused as to how they knew the things you kept seeing.

"Yes, but that's a conversation for later. Where did you last see her?" the girl of the group asked, and may you add, she seemed a lot scarier than everyone else.

You took a moment to catch your breath, "The bathrooms by the food stalls. It was the one from the popcorn stand, she tried attacking me," you told her, knowing that sentence sounded a bit crazy.

The boy still holding onto you nodded to the rest of the group, which consisted of 2 others, "Stay here," he said, as he started to head off with the others.

You snapped out of your dazed state and caught the boy's hand, "Wait, first tell what those things are," you demanded, finally wanting to know what the things you were seeing actually were.

"Later, just stay here for now," he said, trying to pull his hand away, but failing. Luckily for you (and unluckily for him) you were a pretty strong person.

"No," you said, standing your ground, "I've spent my entire life terrorised by those things, and now I have a chance for answers, so just tell what they are."

The boy seemed to have to bite back a smile, "You're feisty, you know that," he said, only making you more annoyed.

"And you're an asshole, are we going to spend the entire time naming each other's flaws, or are you going to tell me," you retorted.

He let out a sigh before speaking, "Let me go and I'll tell you, promise," he said, you had no other option so you let go, and trusted he would tell you, "Their gorgons, but I'm guessing you've seen other monsters. Do you know both of your parents?"

That was a weird fucking question, but not the weirdest thing to happen to you, "Why would you ask that, what relevance does that have to any of this?" you questioned.

"I-I just-" he said, trailing off when his friends had returned, but this time being attacked by gorgons, "shit." He then left you standing there, as he pulled out a sword from some random object. What the actual fuck is going on.

You watched the three people fight, as the people around you minded their own business, steering clear of the fight. How were they so calm, could they not see what was going on? You were too caught up in your thoughts to notice the dagger coming straight at your face. The boy turned around, a look of horror, then relief washed over him, as the blade went straight through you, falling onto the ground.

At that moment the boy realized you were mortal, and you realized your life is fucked up. Once again snapping out of your daze, you say the girl on the ground with the gorgon about to attack her. Without thinking (let's be honest, when do you ever think) you grabbed the dagger, throwing it at the gorgon. It hit her straight in the neck, causing her to fall to the ground and disappear.

The two boys quickly killed the other gorgon, helping up the girl as they made their way towards you, "You okay?" the brown hair boy asked.

"Oh, you know just another Tuesday," you said, your voice full of sarcasm.

"It's Saturday," the other boy said, not getting your sarcasm.

The girl hit him on the chest, "She's being sarcastic, dumbass. He's not the brightest person."

You nodded, "So, why can I only see the monsters, what are these monsters? Who are you guys? Why could no one see what was going on? Why did that dagger-" you were cut off by the boy with the scars, whose name you still didn't know, which was annoying.

"Woah, calm down," you shot him a glace, since that definitely wasn't the best thing to say in this situation, "You can see the monsters cause you have clear sight," he explained as if that made any sense.

"I have what?" you asked, still confused.

The boy seemed a bit apprehensive about telling you more, due to...issues we won't get into right at this moment, so the girl spoke up, "It means you can see through the mist," which once again did not help.

"That also doesn't explain shit, what even is the mist?" you asked, wanting someone to explain to you what was fully going on.

The other boy spoke up, "Should we tell her everything, or maybe bring her to Chiron?" he asked.

The boy went to speak, but the scary girl spoke first, "We can't just leave her clueless, we have to tell her."

"It could make her life worse though," the brown haired boy said.

They continued to argue until you spoke up, "Are you going to keep talking about me like I'm not here, or are you going to explain?" you asked, frustrated by what was going on.

"Look just let us talk for a moment," he said, before leaning closer to you, "Then we'll tell you everything, I promise," he said, his voice now rather low.

You knew better than to trust the word of a pretty boy, but dam was it hard not to, "Fine, but you better explain everything." The boy nodded, walking over to his friends as they huddled to talk. They weren't that quiet so you could hear almost everything. Something about a camp, and someone named Chiron, and how it would be a lot for you, and blah blah blah.

Their huddle came to an end when the other boy who didn't talk much shouted, "Would your parents care if you were missing for a little bit?"

Normally that would be a weird question, but nothing seemed to bother you anymore, "I don't even think they would notice if I disappeared for a year," you shouted back.

The boy approached you again, his friends standing a little ways away from you two, "We're going to take you somewhere where everything can be explained to you. You don't have to go, but if you want answers it might be your best bet, since it's a lot," he explained.

"I want answers, but why should I travel to some mysterious place, with three strangers whose names I don't even know," you countered, a bit sceptical.

"Fair point," he said, "Then here, I'm Luke Castellan," he held out his hand for you to shake.

The dumb gesture made you smile, something you hadn't done all day, "Y/N L/N," you introduced, still holding onto his hand.

Luke could feel his heart speed up a bit from how you were still holding his hand, and the fact that he made you smile, "Will you come with us now?" he asked hopefully, "I promise you won't regret it."

"That's usually something someone says before they do something regretful, but fine, I'll go," you said, watching his face light up with excitement.

"Great, my friends will get us set up to go, just know the way there may be a bit unconventional," he said, still holding onto your hand.

"I would expect nothing less," you joked, excited about what the future held for you.

You two waited for Luke's friends to come back, and made small talk trying to get to know each other, "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," he said, referring to when you made him fall down.

"In my defence I was trying to save you from a gorgon," you said, trying to not be embarrassed by your actions.

"My hero," he joked, as his friends arrived with the chariot.

"I don't think anything can surprise me anymore," you uttered, no longer surprised by the weird things you saw.

Luke let out a chuckle, "Oh trust me princess, there's a lot crazier things in this world that will surprise you," he said, the name sliding off his tongue by accident.

You tried to not let the effect the name had on you show, but you rather liked it. You didn't know what the future held for you and Luke, but you were rather excited for it. Unlike Clarisse and Ethan who already wanted to jump out of the chariot.

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kiryoutann · 9 months ago

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disclaimer and cw: fem! reader. one-nightstand, unplanned pregnancy, vomitting.

CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST.

journalist! reader, abandoning her draft of an article about SpecGru's (your favorite hockey team) recent win, is forced by her coworkers to "have some fun" AND got dragged to a party. seated around a table full of alcohol that your friends have ordered, loud music blares around you almost to the point of damaging your eardrums.

they say you deserve it - something about how they know you're burying yourself in work not only because you're a workaholic and a huge fan of SpecGru, but also to distract yourself from your recent breakup with your cheating ex.

"honey, you need to forget him, at least just for tonight! look around you, that guy over there has been eyeing you for a while. why don't i hold your drink so you can say hi to him?" one exclaimed, and the others cheered in agreement.

at first, you were reluctant, continuing to plant your back against the back of the couch as if glued to it. but, glass by glass, the alcohol lowers your inhibitions and ability to think rationally. you then slam the glass on the table and approach the brunette with confidence, your friends' cheers ringing out behind you.

so why is it that when you wake up in a strange room - with strange walls and an even stranger bed - the man next to you is a blonde?

you would've just shrug this off and slip out of the bed like any other woman after a one-night stand if he was someone else. but, you recognize that face everywhere - that stubbled jaw and inked left arm peeking out from under the covers. simon riley, SpecGru's top defender.

this must be a dream, you think. this must be some weird, absurd dream you harvested after spending too much time in front of your laptop browsing about him outside of his athletic abilities (whether he's actually single, dating rumors, or some secret Instagram account he has). cause, honestly? out of all the pretty guys in SpecGru, simon is the one who catches your eye.

you slap yourself lightly, intending to wake yourself up from this too-good-to-be-true dream. one slap. two slaps. and the third one is so hard that the said man shifts and grumbles in his sleep. before you can get out of bed, he opens his eyes and looks at you confused.

"uh.. hi," you try, wincing at your own nervousness. "i'm.. well, i'll be going now."

you don't give simon time to respond because the next thing you know, you're already gathering your clothes and heading out of the five-star hotel room.

and of course. of course simon has to give you a "souvenir". cause two months after, you're sitting on the toilet with a positive pregnancy test. you've had your suspicions, but now that you have proof to hold, the fear creeps into your spine.

the cost of living alone is enough to put a dent in your bank account, let alone having a baby? with the father somewhere far and you can only see him on television every time he plays at the hockey rink.

yet, turns out, SOMEHOW, simon isn't as far away as you thought.

two weeks in limbo considering what to do, your boss assigns you to cover this sport lunch event at a hotel. his briefing is short, but you don't think anything of it. probably because you already have a lot on your plate. besides, going means more bonuses for you to receive.

but boy, it's a disaster at first sight.

simon fucking riley is there, with a few of his teammates. his presence is hard to avoid as he stands like a fucking mammoth in the room. you're smaller than him, so you hope, pray to god and the gods in the sky that your size makes it hard for him to spot you (if he even remembers you).

misplaced optimism, apparently. because firstly, simon has the eyes of an eagle. and secondly, for some reason, he remembers you (or even remembers everyone he's ever slept with? you wonder what he's got stacked up in his hippocampus.)

fucking eggs. the second you smell it, you feel your breakfast kicking, wanting to breach your throat. you excuse yourself, walking briskly towards where the toilets are probably located. out of the corner of your eye, you see simon get up from his chair, but you couldn't care less when you're at risk of staining the expensive marble.

"ma'am?" a deep voice called out to you. simon. you felt the stomach acid reaching the tip of your throat now.

to make the day better, this stupid hallway is too long, and simon turns out to be quite determined in his pursuit. when he grabs your hand, you turn to him and-

you stained his armani suit with your vomit. his face was twisted in disgust mixed with shock, but his grip on you didn't loosen. drawing a conclusion, simon knew what this was all about.

well, at least you don't have to worry about the marble now.

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webslingingslasher · 1 year ago

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Hii Ik your resquests are currently closed so you obvs don’t have to do it but when you’re up for it could you please do a part 2 w nerdy Peter on their first date. But take your time to rest and everything just thought I’d put this in for good measure ❤️

*cleaning out my drafts*

pt 1.

'first time?' peter slightly turns, it's an older man, probably mid forties and he gets an instant dad vibe. he's comfortable nodding at his question.

he's been standing in front of bouquets for at least seven minutes, nothing seems right. peter wants to make the best impression, but what if he got your least favorite flowers?

'is it a date?'

peter nods again, 'yeah. and she's super out of my league.'

the dad smiles, 'they usually are.' then steps up, he takes his time looking over each flower wrapped in cellophane.

'there's not much to go wrong on, kid. don't get the artificially dyed ones and choose something with some flowers that haven't opened up all the way. they'll last longer and smell better.'

peter feels alright with speaking his nerves to him, 'what if she hates them?'

his temporary mentor picks up a bouquet, it looks beautiful, he was right. the plastic is pushed into peter's chest, his hand wraps around the stems. 'then you bought flowers for an asshole, don't make the same mistake twice.'

it makes peter feel better, he really doesn't think he's buying flowers for an asshole.

-----

you like them. at least he thinks you do, your face lit up and you were quick to do a smell test. you even told him he did a good job at picking them out.

'these are beautiful, peter!' he's lucky he didn't buy flowers for an asshole. you delicately set them down, 'these are going in my room, by the way.' you didn't dare share the beauty with the rest of the house.

'i'm glad you like them,' he really is. peter feels the need to add how nice you look, he's not too sure on how to compliment a woman but he knows he has to try.

'you um, you look very pretty.' yikes, that sounds like he doesn't think you're pretty the rest of the time. 'you always look very pretty, but this is a different kind, like, cause it's the first time i've seen you all dressed up.'

did he just tell you he likes you better this way? peter widens his eyes, the date hasn't even started and he's already sweating. 'i mean, you didn't have to dress up for me, wait, no, you dressed for yourself. but i just meant...' he really doesn't know what he meant, but you look entirely way too amused at his fluster.

'keep going, i'm really enjoying this.'

a gentle tease at his nervous personality. he really likes it coming from you.

'i'd rather not.'

you smile wide, 'i love hearing how pretty i am tonight, but actually all the time, but differently this time, but also not. and how you like my outfit, but not too much, because all my other outfits look just as good and i definitely don't dress for the male gaze.'

it sounds like you're making fun of him, but your smile tells him you actually really like it.

'don't worry, peter. i'd act the same way if you were in a tux.' peter glances down, 'should i go put one on?' biting your lip at his joke, you push his shoulder, 'next time.'

peter's head is spinning when you pull him out the door by his hand, it's been five minutes and there's already another? you must have a thing for socially awkward guys.

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peter watches you glance around the restaurant, he hopes he picked good. it's nice, but not nice enough to be weird.

'you're pulling out all the stops for me, mr. parker.'

peter hopes you don't notice his blush, he thinks you do when you lean closer. 'i mean, flowers and a medium fancy restaurant? you're raising my standards very quickly.'

you mean it, too. peter knows he has no experience under the belt but you've been on a few dates, nothing that stuck from what he's overheard but he can't fathom how this tops any of it.

'really? i thought you would've had better dates.'

you hum, 'maybe. one question for you, then i can let you know if this is the best date.' peter can handle that, he's good at questions. 'i'm ready.'

'what can i get to drink?'

peter tilts his head, he might not be that good at questions. 'anything you want?'

it's the right answer, you grin across the table. 'i can get a coke and you won't cheap out on me?'

peter laughs, that's what he was up against? 'so i can pay for a dinner but draw the line at soda?'

you don't directly confirm it, 'some would.'

'as long as it's not rootbeer, i'm alright with it.' your eyebrow raises, 'not a fan?' peter scoffs, 'it's like the kitchen sink of sodas, it poured all the leftovers into a giant vat and lied to everyone about liking it.'

you laugh quietly, 'who's it?'

peter is completely serious, 'capitalism.' you bite back a grin as he shifts forward a little. 'so, um, was your dad mad that you canceled for me?' your fingers tap the table, 'nope. not when i told him why.'

'wow, the first dad i know who's okay with their daughter dating.'

you stop him, 'oh, he's not crazy about the dating part. he likes the who.'

peter can't help but feel slightly offended, 'am i really that non-threatening?' suddenly your dad was okay when he was the suitor? peter really is out of his league and everyone knows it.

'oh no, you're the most threatening of them all. you're the only guy i've ever liked, so my dad was excited for me, but also a little scared because you're the strongest bet at his daughter dating someone.'

peter's heart is thumping harder than it ever has, if he wasn't in your eyesight he'd be counting his pulse. he wants to kick himself a little, he has no idea how much time he's wasted by not asking sooner. how many guys have you wished were him?

he's not able to respond, but you don't mind. the waiter has your attention, when he asks for your drink you shoot a look at peter with a gleam in your eye.

'do you have rootbeer?'

peter thinks he's gonna have a girlfriend real soon.

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on the walk back to your home, you had forced your fingers between his. peter can't remember the last time he held hands with someone, but it feels nice holding yours.

you swing them back and forth as you talk, he thinks the deal was secured when he brushed chocolate crumbs off your cheek from dessert because immediately after you had tied your hand into his and held him close.

'i had a very nice night, and just in case you need me to say it, that was the best date i've ever had.'

peter feels shy, but it's welcomed with you. 'you're just saying that cause i bought you rootbeer.'

you bump your elbow against his, 'next time i'll buy you a milkshake.' you weren't lying, you had a nice night. so nice you want to do it again and if peter's really lucky, you'll want to keep doing it forever.

'careful, i'll hold you to that.' he really will, peter loves milkshakes.

'i will, i love milkshakes. i have a secret place i go to all the time in the west village.' peter's eyes widen, 'west village? that's a haul for a milkshake.'

you press a hand to your forehead, 'oh no! a whole afternoon with you, how yucky!' peter hides his smile, it's nice that you want him around. 'if we get milkshakes does that mean you want a second date?'

'yes. and if i do good enough you might want a third out of me.' peter laughs, it's adorable you think he might want a third date. 'we might as well plan the fourth one now, huh?'

you bounce your arm off his. 'i think you should kiss me.' peter's jolted from his date daydream. kiss? peter plays it cool. 'what, right now?' he can't hide anything, you hear an undertone of panic but you skim over it.

'well, i'd prefer if it wasn't at my front door where i'm at risk of being seen because if my dad catches you all over me before he could meet you, i don't think he'll like you anymore.'

'so i should kiss you? right now?' peter's voice is hitched, you didn't mean to throw him off his game. you know he's a little more reserved so you were giving him the open shot, but you think you stressed him out even more.

'you don't have to! i was just offering because i thought you were going to try and do something at my door.'

peter's thankful for the night sky and the cool breeze that's chilling his burning face. 'i've never kissed anyone.' peter stops walking because you stopped. you've got an open jaw and a dead stare on him.

'repeat that.'

he'd rather not. 'i've never kissed anyone.'

you shake your head, the words aren't making sense. 'one more time.'

this is kind of a nightmare. 'i've never kissed anyone.'

'you're lying, right? this is a joke?' why is peter feeling a little insulted right now? 'it's not weird. i know several people who haven't kissed anyone yet.'

you scrunch your face up. 'no, peter, i'm not judging you because you haven't. i'm confused about how you haven't. like, no girl has ever tried to kiss you?'

'no.' it's an instant answer.

'not even as a kid or something?'

'never.'

you feel offended on his behalf, oh well, more for yourself. you stand straighter and give him what he's been missing out on. 'if you'd let me, i'd love to kiss you.'

'really?' sure, peter might've scored a second date but a kiss too? his first one at that. 'yeah.' you step up, peter can feel his heart pounding. he knows he's awkward, he's unsure of his stance, he doesn't know how to lean into it.

'it's instinct. don't panic, okay?' easier said than done because peter swears he's at risk of throwing up when you loop your arms around his neck. you bounce up on your feet, just a tad, the rest of your weight brings peter down to your level.

there's a brief moment of nerves but they're not bad. it's exciting, it's thrilling, it's new. your gaze bounces between his eyes and his mouth, you think he catches on and does the same.

one final moment before you seal the deal, peter parker is going to be all yours. your heart races when you lean in, your lips brush against his feather soft.

one, two- you swear sparks fly. peter's warm and gentle. he's unsure and it makes the kiss so much better. a hesitant hold on your hips when your chest bumps his, you add a little movement- you're not trying to add too much, but god, you'd pay fat dollars to explore him further.

peter pulls away first, you almost claw him back into you. 'i'm sorry.' you lightly shake your head, he has nothing to be sorry for. 'i think i'm bad at kissing.'

'you couldn't be farther from the truth, parker. you're the best one.'

peter doesn't believe you for a second. 'really?'

'yeah. cause it's you.'

peter melts. 'i think you're an angel sent from heaven for me.' peter isn't sure if he's religious or not, and he was leaning towards not but now he thinks there has to be angels because you're proof of one.

you look away, you've never been complimented like that before. an unearthly creature whose only purpose was divine intervention, how could you not give him another kiss?

peter's surprised at this one.

'what was that for?'

'because you're really nice, super smart and kind of the hottest person i've ever seen.' compliments? you're giving him compliments? 'that's nice, but i think you're talking to yourself.'

you frown. a true grumpy look crosses over your face. 'don't do that. don't sell yourself short or act like you're not deserving of praise because i'm going to be doing a lot of it and i need you to accept it.'

before he could try to fight it, you start pulling him along. you do have a curfew after all. peter's fighting back disbelief. 'angel. i swear you're an angel.'

you shrug, 'i'm your angel.'

'you are.'

when you get home, you get a third kiss. and this time, peter kisses you.

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adripakoffee · 5 months ago

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Okay, fun fact about me, I have chronic pain in my chest from when I fell and (most likely) fractured one of my ribs in the 6th grade. I never told my parents how much it actually hurt so I never went to the doctor. This, combined with some other undiagnosed physical problems, has left me with quite a lot of really painful pain in my chest and arms.

Now because I haven't been officially diagnosed with anything, I'm not gonna pretend I have any authority here, but here's some Viktor headcanons based on personal experience.

Viktor from Arcane has chronic pain, just all over his body because his tissue is calcifying and turning into bone. But today I'm focusing on his chest. Viktor has lung problems, most likely from when he was living in Zaun and inhaling Grey 24/7. That's our basis.

S2 SPOILERS IN THE LAST ONE

Until he figured out the cause he has flare-ups often from under-activity. It wasn't as much of a problem when he was in the Undercity because he spent more time moving around, but once he joined the Academy he spent all day at a desk. Once he figured it out, he spent more time moving around.

Singed also has chronic pain but didn't care enough to teach him about it. But Viktor's smart, he put two and two together really fast and copied a lot of Singed's methods and home remedies.

Some times he tries to redistribute the pain by pinching the opposite side of his body or biting his finger.

Whatever's wrong with his lungs went undiagnosed until he collapsed in season 1, everyone thought it was the bone thing.

He gets tremors occasionally in his left hand, which isn't his dominant one, but still inconvenient.

When Jayce found out he got really weird about it. Not because he thought less of Viktor, but because his love language is physical touch and he was trying to make sure he didn't accidentally hurt him or something. It took Viktor like a week of reassurance to get him back to normal.

Gets awful migraines that can last all day. Usually, taking one above the recommended dosage of migraine medication and laying face down helps.

Heimerdinger told him to keep a journal of anything notable for himself and the doctors to keep track of, but Viktor's so used to letting things pass that he constantly forgets to update it.

If the Hexcore didn't literally steal his emotions, he would've freaked out over how weird it felt to just be... fine. Like nothing hurts anymore wtf is happening

"He just like me fr," I say as I press my face against the TV and sob over robo jesus

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supersecretmetalocalypseblog · 2 months ago

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mma's absecene in season 3 is something i obviously noticed, also iirc, Edgar and The Teenager/Crappy Kid don't show up either. I thought maybe that was on purpose, maybe they wanted to focus more on the band, less on The Revenge sub-plots? But, after seeing this sketch, I have questions... (a post about the unused Revengencer Sketches that we've seen so far)

This sketch is awesome, obviously I like it when they make MMA blast bare chest for all his cannibal friends. BUT-! The only time he's shirtless in the show is when he's sitting on that concrete throne, thing:

It's a really fun shot from Bookklok. Kind of random though, because as I mentioned, MMA was absent for a whole season and when he shows back up, he's randomly in a different design? (Ripped pants, shirtless/no body armor, gloves are fingerless when normally they are not)

And not to mention the eBay listing for the unused shirtless sketch said this:

...The season he's not in? Interesting.... And if you look close at the unused sketch, you'll see his gloves are still complete, not fingerless... And, if it's from Season 3 (,I think) then that would make sense from a chronological perspective. Gloves normal, then gloves ripped...

It could be that the low-angle was also to be used in seasons 4, and they never got around to it. But, it also makes sense to me that The Revengencers might've been in Season 3, and then just kinda got scrapped. (i'm also just doing some wishful thinking, i admit, but it's weird that they aren't in season 3, right? That's not just me focusing too much on these characters?) There's MORE unused, low-angle MMA sketches, one of him just standing (and it's SUPER good looking, I would've sold a kidney to buy this one) and the other is him loading a sniper rifle, which i KNOW he doesn't do in the show, because it would've driven me NUTS if he did.

The first sketch i don't know where it's from. He's got a weapon, but I don't recognize it at first glance, the arm brace implies season 2 or 4, though I think 2 more likely. Maybe it's from him attacking Charles in Dethrelease/Black Fire Upon Us? They use the low angle in that scene, but when he grabs his knife, it's using his standard model. So idk, maybe that's when that one could've been used?? Also, fun fact, there's a bit of an error in that scene, because MMA is missing his arm brace. The one with the rifle is probably from The Revengencers (i think it's labeled with a "212" for season 2, episode 12, aka The Revengencers), he's shown with a sniper rifle, but he never uses it in that episode. It's actually Edgar who ends up using a rifle, not my wife. Still pretty bad ass.

See? They've both got rifles (also the kid's got a gun, girl put that away, go home!!!) Obviously, MMA kills a klokateer and throws Charles out a window, but he's never shown with this rifle after this one shot. (Playing into my head-canon of he can't see v well/doesn't like using guns) I'm pretty sure this sketch was also supposed to be in The Revengencers, because they show MMA playing with a bomb in that one, maybe the kid was supposed to help. He's even in that scene in the episode, but he doesn't play with explosives, I think he pours Edgar something to drink. I think it's wine, iirc.

Anyways, post over, i like the revengencers, and if they were supposed to be in Season 3 at all, but didn't make it in, i'd love to know more about those plans.

#metalocalypse #metal masked assassin #edgar jomfru #does the kid have a fandom tag?#let's just go with the broad strokes and say #The Revengencers #yapping about mma

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11queensupreme11 · 1 month ago

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Batman might accidentally adopt one of Percys Kids if it's one of the good ones that somehow end up in his universe... like one of the Cu daughters if they accidentally exposed what he'd percieve as 'metahuman powers' or smthn which would make him inclined to take them in before the government could or something. Percy would probably be very appreciative and greatful they were looked after!! And maybe have a bit of hero worship because.. That's BATMAN!! .. depending on their father.. daddy not so much tho ☠️ Batman would have to watch his ass.

(Superman would snatch up little Baldurvæn tho. No way such a precious angel would belong with the gloomy bats no matter how fun of an older brother Nightwing would be)

If it's one of the freak kids poor Batman's intellect and intuition would be a curse because Percy would be so happy prattling om about how she's glad her darling children were being looked after 😊 and the kids getting.. just a little.. to close and touchy w/their mother.. (thinking Dory specifically.. He'd be 'good' enough on the outside and might remind Batman of Dick/Nightwing enough to warrant the suprise adoption impulse, but Bats would probably also have the sense something was off.. which might only encourage him to keep a closer eye on him.. The adoption becomes a little more like 'on a government watchlist' kind of supervision) and she clearly doesn't sense anything wrong with it but Batman never turns off the sus so.. He would be.. 🗿 but on the inside he's 🤢🥶 Bro didn't get to grow up with parents but he knows damn well this isn't how children interact with their parents 😭 he sleuths out the dynamic immediately and its actually WORSE because Percy just doesn't get it. It hasn't even occurred to her. What does he do with that. Most cases this would stem from abuse, which is still possible if the dad sucks (It's Poseidon, he does suck, unless the kid is Percy) but. What intervention can be done here 😭 No justice to be had, poor mother is oblivious and the kid is the freaky menace what is there to do. There's no protocol for this??

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(💫 anon!)

FOR BATMAN'S SAKE IT BETTER NOT BE ONE OF THE SÉCY DAUGHTERS!!!! a majority of the ppl living in the wayne manor ARE MEN/BOYS. cú chulainn would NOT want those bats even BREATHING near his precious daughters and he doesn't want his precious wife praising him or showing gratitude 👹👹👹👹👹

he'd be like "why are you THANKING HIM????? I DON'T CARE IF HE'S A SUPERHERO IDEK WTF THAT IS. OUR DAUGHTERS HAVE BEEN LIVING WITH SOME WEIRD, SPANDEX WEARING BAT FUCKER ALONG WITH HIS EQUALLY WEIRD SONS".

genuinely, percy's admiration for superheroes is gonna have the man thinking she's been brainwashed or something LMAO 😭😭😭😭😭

balduervæn with superman would be perfect. percy would be even HAPPIER with this set-up. she loves batman, but lets be real, he would've given her baby a bat suit and sent him out in the wild to fight criminals 😭😭😭 pls baldurvæn just wants to play with bunnies and read his books, do NOT have her baby fight 😭 loki would HATE it tho cuz why is this weirdo with his panties out doing near THEIR kid??????

as for the incest freaks..... and since you specified DORY....... oh my 😭

"The adoption becomes a little more like 'on a government watchlist' kind of supervision" 😭😭😭😭😭😭 yeah this fits lmao

rip batman he's gonna spiral when he pieces all this shit together (which is gonna be very quickly). dory looks to be around his mother's age (18) so he gets along with the batkids who are teenagers more tbh. but bruce notices that while he gets along splendidly with everyone else, he's VERY attached to percy. the kid is constantly touching her and staring at certain parts of her body that he definitely shouldn't be. and saying REALLY weird suggestive things like wanting a kiss? wanting to sleep in bed with her??? WHAT?????

it's weird cuz since percy and eudorios physically appear the same age, outwardly, it doesn't LOOK bad. they don't look alike so to the public, it genuinely looks like a boy with a HUGE ass crush on a girl, but bruce knows that this is mother and son so he's even more disturbed 💀

and percy's sooo oblivious to it 💔💔💔 doesn't have the heart to tell her. it'd be easier if she actually looked and acted like an adult, but she looks like a kid too and he literally doesn't think he can bear telling her such heartbreaking, awful news 💔💔💔

THE FACT THAT THERE'S NOTHING HE CAN DO ABOUT IT IS WHAT HURTS THE MOST 💔💔💔💔 if these were regular humans he was dealing with, he'd put the kid and mom in therapy (separately), but what therapist specializes in godly families and their complexities?? NONE. plus, there's also the fact that it isn't really wrong for the gods. incest doesn't matter to them, but he knows that it bothers percy but he has no idea how to help her 💔💔 he could tell her, but how does he HELP her??? how does he make it go away??? 😭💔💔💔

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues #👸🏻| midnight morphine

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sincerely-astra · 2 months ago

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Since it makes some time since someone requested Yandere choir....

The choir with the most anxious girl in town?

Darling is like Penny, but just way more paranoid, anxious and shy, and most people at school find her weird and mock her social anxiety

Thanks in advance! :))

☁️Yandere Choir x Anxious!Reader🌧️

⚠️WARNING: General Yandere content and geared towards a fem reader!⚠️

Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg:

Introductions were the worst. Having everyone stare at you while you struggled to get the words, "Hello, my name is Y/N." out was not an enjoyable experience, especially when basically everyone in the classroom was snickering at your pathetic attempt to speak. As you kept stuttering through it, your anxiety peaking in you, the teacher finally let you off the hook and said, "That's enough Ms. Y/N, please go take a seat next to Ocean. Ocean, please raise your hand-" The teacher had no need to request that though as Ocean's hand shot up the moment she mentioned you would be sitting next to her.

You make your way over, where Ocean gives you a nod of acknowledgment as a greeting before turning back to the teacher. Normally she would've introduced herself already, but she needed to pay attention to the lesson, and so should you as you're gonna need to catch up! Other than that, the lesson went pretty smoothly, minus the few whispers you'd hear behind you during the beginning of it.

Thankfully, class ended quickly enough and as you got up, packing your things, Ocean comes up to your desk and holds her hand out as if she's expecting a handshake. You hesitantly shake her hand, which has a much stronger grip than yours, and she starts to speak, "I wanted to introduce myself before we have to go to our next classes. As Mrs. Jones said, I am Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg and the head of the chamber choir here at St. Cassian!" She held a prideful smile on her face as she spoke, soon continuing on as she introduced more about the school and the choir she mentioned.

You didn't get much of a word in either, even as you got up to start walking to your next class, which you two just happened to share, Ocean kept going on and on. It's not like you minded too much, though. Saves you the trouble from having to think of something to say and you were honestly just glad she wasn't making fun of you like those other kids were...

It hadn't even been a week after you met her either, where you were finally convinced by Ocean to join the choir she was always mentioning. Like, always mentioning.

You two had talked almost every day at that point and she had invited you to sit with her and the choir for lunch on multiple occasions, though you always declined because you didn't think you'd be comfortable sitting and talking with so many new people all at once... So how did she manage to get you to join the choir then? You have literally zero idea... Maybe it was Ocean praising it 24/7, or her speech about all the benefits it has and how you should join to make some new friends. Whatever it was, you walked in with Ocean that next choir rehearsal.

She introduced you to the choir and Father Markus, explaining how you are their newest member! A girl named Constance was the first to come up to you to welcome you into the choir, which she mostly did, but Ocean eventually had to cut her off so practice could move along. Now, the one thing you told Ocean you weren't gonna do by joining the choir, even though it was choir, was sing, which to your surprise, Ocean said was fine since another kid named Ricky was also in the choir and he didn't sing either.

That's how you ended up sitting next to a boy you barely know, temporarily without an instrument as they would have to borrow one from the band.

Despite how friendly most of the choir members were, save for Noel and Mischa, you pretty much clung to Ocean most of the time. As the only person you really knew there, she was like your lifeline as you didn't feel comfortable around the others quite yet... Now, if this was anyone else, they might have thought you were being annoying and too clingy, but this was Ocean and she thought the complete opposite. She reveled in the attention you gave her as not only did it feed her ego, but she also found herself enjoying your presence a lot.

You don't send annoyed eye rolls her way whenever she talks about her accomplishments and what she wants to do in the future, you don't make her feel bad that she needs to feel successful, you don't push her about her homelife and why she smells marijuana most days. You aren't like everyone else and she loves that, she can finally let her guard down around someone, something she can't even do with Constance. You're her vice.

If you ever start feeling overwhelmed with life and just need something to distract you, Ocean will 100% be your best bet for that. She will talk your ear off even if you didn't ask her to, which helps a lot when you just need to hear something in the background while you calm down.

Ocean, being the overachiever she is, knows how to do pretty much everything and she will be passing those skills down to you. She will be teaching you all kinds of different languages, instruments, crafts, everything and anything you want to learn, she will teach you.

Surprisingly, she is also a good mentor figure too.

Ocean isn't really the type to give you her things to wear, mainly because she doesn't have that many clothes to begin with, but if you ever ask, she would probably give you something like a piece of jewelry or a headband.

The more time she spends with you, the more Ocean just enjoys being in your presence... She never really thought she could like you more than she did, but getting to know you on a deeper level and having you come to her for most of your problems makes her feel so unimaginably happy. Suddenly, you aren't gonna be the only clingy one anymore and she isn't letting you out of her sight.

Whenever you guys pass notes to each other in class (which Ocean discourages as she says it's distracting but continues to do anyway because it's you,) Ocean always ends up keeping the notes you pass to her and when she isn't with you, she'll go through them, running her fingers along the words you wrote so she can feel close to you, even when you aren't with her.

You will never have to worry about people mocking you or being mean to you ever again with Ocean around because the people that do will be thoroughly run over with her words and her connection with the principal (Whom she will not stop bothering when someone is rude to you.) Word travels quick in St. Cassian and soon, people avoid you like the plague.

Ocean is lowkey either the best or worst person to be around when you have anxiety, there is no in between.

On those good days though, she'll take a break from whatever she is doing just to go find a quiet place for you to calm down in. She also has snacks that Constance gives her that she will let you eat.

As much as Ocean loves and cares about you, she will also not be letting you into her house... She would hate to have her parents' behavior affect you in any negative way, so her house is basically banned from you.

Even if you can't go to Ocean's house though, that doesn't mean she isn't allowed at yours, which believe me, she is there pretty much every day.

You and Ocean were in your bedroom, Ocean ranting about something a teacher said while finishing up her homework, while you were snuggled up on your bed, half listening and half watching a movie. It was your average afternoon, a routine that you and Ocean had grown comfortable with after doing it for so long.

And Ocean had liked it that way, she liked predictability, she liked having a routine only you and her share. She liked having things stay the same as always.

...But she supposes she doesn't mind you changing things up a bit either.

"I'm glad you're here, you know... You are like, the one person I feel comfortable around." Your words were full of adoration and were a complete shock to Ocean, who immediately stopped writing, turning to face you with wide eyes.

For some reason, even though Ocean had never thought of you that way, those words made her heart skip several beats and her face flush red. Quite frankly, her having such a visceral reaction to your words was making her feel incredibly embarrassed for herself... How come all of a sudden, when you just said something that she's sure everyone says to their friends, she starts to feel like she's the most special girl in the whole world? Why are her hands suddenly fidgeting? Why do her words have a stutter to them now as she replied with, "Y-You should, I'm a very comfortable person to be around!"

This feeling she's never felt before..., it couldn't be love could it??

...

Seeing you make a huff of amusement at her words, your smile bright as you turn back to your movie...

Well, maybe change is good. Maybe loving you isn't all bad.

So, one of the ways Ocean shows her love to you, is that even if she is an eternal yapper at heart and she knows you don't mind listening to her, she now is very adamant in listening to you and what you have to say, even if that's nothing at all.

She loves hearing your voice.

She would become so red if you did her hair, like put it into braids or just play with it, it just feels so weirdly intimate and domestic that she can't help but become so flustered.

There are a lot of moments where she's afraid of doing anything she sees as too intimate since she doesn't want you to possibly reject her and her feelings. Even then, though, she has a hard time not just being near you and showering you with praise.

Ocean has a bad habit of talking over people. Most of the time, it's unintentional, but there are moments when someone is talking to you for whatever reason and she'll just come up and crash the whole conversation. Those times, it's definitely not an accident.

Sometimes when she's writing an essay or just anything in general, her mind will wander and she'll end up writing paragraphs all about you. Some of the stuff gets a bit strange too..., like how she wrote 2 paragraphs on why she likes the way you walk.

As your friend, and hopefully potential lover, she should be helping you with your anxiety, right? Well, she does for the most part, but Ocean can't but place some fear in you sometimes when it comes to talking with strangers or going anywhere without her. It's for your own good, she doesn't want anyone to hurt you.

Noel Gruber:

Noel was having a bad day today.

Okay, so he has a bad day every day, but that fact that he's acknowledging today was really bad means a lot for how his day was going so far.

First off, some stupid douchebags were making fun of him for being openly queer, then he had to deal with his teacher pulling him out of class even though the kids behind him were making a ruckess, then he had to deal with Ocean during lunch. All of this combined made him want to bang his head against a wall.

Thankfully though, it was all almost over, all he had to do was turn the corner, walk a few paces, do choir, and he could finally go home. He just needed to get through this final stretch of the day and all would be well. So, walking down the route he usually takes to go to choir, he slowly starts to turn the corner, not at all realizing that someone was also making their way past it...

That person being you.

You both knock into each other, knocking you back and Noel onto the ground below. Noel lets out a grunt of both hurt and frustration, quickly looking up to the perpetrator so he could scold them for their carelessness, his frustration levels hitting their peak as this was kind of his last straw. However, as soon as he looks up at you, he couldn't even get a word out as you promptly apologized, anxiousness in both your voice and behavior was evident. "I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to do that, I should've looked past the corner or something. Are you hurt? Did you break anything? Should I take you to the nurse?-" Questions flew out of your mouth at lightning speed as you nervously flailed your arms around while you tried to explain yourself.

This kind of reaction from anyone at St. Cassian was new for Noel as most people wouldn't even bother to apologize and would just insult him before walking off. It's not like it was all your fault either, so this was really strange for him... Awkwardly, he gets up from the tiled floor and adjusts himself, ignoring your rambling before speaking over you, "I'm fine, stop worrying so much." Which thankfully got you to calm down a little. Noel was honestly kind of at a loss for words in the moment, wanting to say something else to you, but he didn't know quite what to say... So, he just shrugs it off and walks past you to the choir room, muttering a, "Sorry...," as he passes by.

That was your first introduction to each other and apparently it wouldn't be the last as soon enough you joined the choir.

Becoming friends (Whenever you got into the choir, he noticed Ocean enjoying having you cling to her, which he hated, so he starts to become your friend to spite her. He soon enjoys being your friend though.)

As Ocean had done a million times before with every other member of the choir, as she was pretty much the reason they all joined in the first place save for Mischa who was forced to, Ocean introduces you to everyone before Constance goes up to you and takes up your attention. He noticed you looked just as nervous as ever, which wasn't surprising, but what was surprising was the glow on Ocean's face after the choir rehearsal had ended as you clung to her. He knows her prideful face when he sees it, and apparently having you cling to her instead of any other choir member was giving her an ego boost she so desperately craved.

Now, Noel doesn't hate Ocean, he really doesn't. Sure, she can be annoying at times and he gets onto her a lot for being an ass to people, but that doesn't mean he hates the girl. In a way, they were kind of like siblings, at least, that's how Noel saw it. But watching you stand by her side like a loyal puppy with Ocean having a power trip over it made a switch flip inside of him. It was annoyingly pathetic how much you relied on Ocean and Noel wasn't having it. He knew you needed some kind of guidance in this school by someone who's been through hell in it, so he's gonna help you.

He's convinced himself he has to, otherwise you are going to have a rough time here.

So, whenever Ocean is busy with something else and you are left to stand idly by her side, Noel makes it his mission to go and talk to you. This turned out to be a good decision on his part as well since you were surprisingly pleasant to talk to unlike most people at St. Cassian. Your anxiousness did mean he needed to do most of the talking, but he could really care less, if he had to wait an eternity for you to get out of your shell and treat him like a normal human being compared to everyone else, then so be it.

You also enjoyed this dynamic you had with Noel. You did love and appreciate Ocean taking you under her wing and becoming your friend, but having Noel there was different in a good way. He showed you which places and people to avoid, where the good hiding spots are, how to get away with taking a nap in the nurse's office, basically, he was the street smarts to Ocean's book smarts. You had to even admit, he had a way of making it actually fun to let go and talk to him, something you'd never thought you'd be able to do. It was refreshing.

Noel doesn't mind how anxious you get at all, he's kind of friends with Penny and despite how confident he is, he's had his moments too, so he's pretty good at helping you manage your anxiety.

Sometimes though, just because he thinks it's kind of funny, he'll come up behind you when you are least expecting it and spook you. If you do end up having like, a panic attack or something because of it though, he'll feel so awful and will help you out immediately.

He loves having you read to him because, as you don't talk much, he finds it nice to hear your voice.

If you're ever hungry, trust that Noel will let you eat all his Taco Bell leftovers, he could literally care less.

Noel is extremely picky on who you spend your time with and if you don't fight back somewhat, you probably wouldn't talk to anyone but him.

He will also be making you give him access to all your social media accounts and no, this is not negotiable. He wants no creeps near you and probably ends up turning on some kind of child safety features on your phone.

He will give you a screen time so you are forced to talk to him.

You can literally appear at his house in the middle of the night, and Noel will not care at all, he trusts you completely.

If your anxiety ever gets too bad, he might help you find a therapist to talk to that's not the school one since Dr. Prattle is the worst.

You're more than welcome to come to him to vent though if that's what you'd prefer.

Noel hates the idea of you keeping secrets from him, like, a lot. So, because he wants to try and lean you in the right direction so you feel comfortable sharing things with him, he shows you Monique. He was undeniably anxious when he first showed her to you, because he might literally die if his biggest obsession finds his other biggest obsession weird, but thankfully that wasn't the case and his plan actually worked! After telling you about her, you pretty much get weekly updates on Monique and her story since he changes and adds things frequently.

Now the only biggest secret being kept between you was his sexuality!

Except it wasn't because you had known for a long time...

You knew because 1. Noel wasn't exactly secret about it. 2. Anytime you are with Noel at school, someone always manages to pass by and whisper slurs at him. And lastly, 3. It was kind of obvious.

Now, this does save him the whole coming out ordeal but Noel has to admit that he hates that he never got to formally tell you... It's just so important to him, and having something like that ripped away was honestly heartbreaking.

Please give him hugs and tell him he'll be alright- He needs it.

Do people still bully you even though you are with Noel? Yeah, it's actually kind of gotten worse since you've become friends with Noel. But you at the very least have each other and even if Noel has no power to stop the bullies, if any of them lay a finger on you, he's gonna kick some ass.

His mom actually adores you so much, you are the daughter she never had and she just thinks you're so precious. (She's low-key also encourages Noel's darker thoughts, but moving on...)

You're required to hang out with him during his work shifts, he needs someone to talk to that isn't his burdensome coworkers, and you're by far the best option.

Noel sometimes paints you, but he never lets you see the final result since he's embarrassed about it.

If you look past all the awful notes and stuff that your bullies put in your locker, sometimes you'll find a note threatening you to stay away from certain people and to do certain things that make you end up isolating yourself. You have zero clue, but that's all Noel...

Noel knows it's bad, but sometimes he has fantasies of bad things happening to you. It's dark and twisted, but his whole life is romanticizing tragedy, and he just loves you so much that he can't help himself but to imagine the worst possible scenarios, even going as far as to write about it sometimes.

Noel would never hurt you under any circumstance, you're way too special for him to do that to you!

...

But if you ever did try leaving, he does know a few ingredients to knock you out for a while.

Mischa Bachinski:

Mischa has never been one to cry, sure, he may get so angry that he feels like he wants to cry out from frustration, but rarely does he ever actually cry. It's a trait he's proud of, he feels like it makes him look not as weak. It makes him not look like the sobbing little boy he was when he was ripped away from his mother.

Truthfully, he hasn't cried since then, he would never allow himself to. If this world was only ever gonna break his heart over and over with no signs of comfort or relief, then he wasn't going to give it the satisfaction of him bawling his eyes out.

...

That was until Talia, the absolute love of his life, broke up with him.

He didn't think it was possible he could cry as much as he was right now, his eyes were puffy and red, his cheeks stained with tears that just kept flowing, and his phone laid on the bed in front of him showing past texts of him and Natalia. He hated how weak he felt, but god did this hurt.

Mischa had been crying for hours at this point, skipping school entirely as he knew he couldn't handle it today. He needed some kind of comfort, something to take his mind off of the hurt in his heart. And what better way to do that than to vent to some online strangers.

Finally grabbing his phone and swiping off his past text messages with Natalia, Mischa goes to the internet, gets on some old chat room site he uses occasionally to vent out his frustrations, and he taps a button to connect him with someone. It took a minute to connect him to someone, which he can only contribute to the crappy internet in the basement, but eventually he connected with someone which was, of course, you.

The conversation was a little awkward at the start, with you trying to navigate through the conversation without triggering your anxiety and with Mischa trying to find some segway to where he could just get all of the horrible emotions he was feeling in the moment out. Mischa did find his segway at some point, and you being the kind person you are, listened to his problems. You guys actually talked for hours and eventually also traded phone numbers to talk more. (P.S. I don't know who needs to hear this, but don't give out your phone number to random people online- Learn internet safety.)

Your long conversations didn't just stop there either; it might have been the fact that you both were strangers or the fact that this was online, but you both found comfort in each other and found it easy to tell each other everything. You learned so much about each other, you learned of Mischa's Youtube channel, how he used to live in Ukraine, how he is in the choir at his school, and Mischa learned about your anxiety, where you lived, and about your bullies. With that last one, he promised you if he ever met them, he wouldn't hesitate to punch them, something you thought was a joke but he was dead serious about.

All of this was to say that you and Mischa became good friends, even if it was online. You helped him in so many different ways, especially when it came to getting over Natalia, and he helped you gain confidence in yourself, it's almost too good to be true.

But it was true.

And it was only going up from here.

On a late Sunday night, you and Mischa were chatting like usual. Nothing was totally out of the ordinary with Mischa just ranting about this one rapper he likes and you listening, but as he is mid-way through his rant, you ask him, "Hey Mischa, what school do you go to?" To which, he immediately responded with, "St. Cassian High School, it's school for whiny, privileged kids, why?" Luckily and unbeknownst to Mischa, this was exactly the information you wanted to hear as you excitedly blurt out, "Oh good, I'm moving to Uranium and I didn't know if there were more than one high school or not."

That was the news of the century for Mischa, his eyes going wide as he heard you say that over the speaker in his phone. He practically jumped out of his seat, taking his phone with him as he ecstatically started to pace around the basement. "For reals!? Do not joke with me right now, it's not funny." But you weren't joking in the slightest, you meant every word.

You were moving to Uranium and going to St. Cassian. Mischa will finally be able to see his best friend in person and not even for just a few days, but for now and the foreseeable future. If Mischa is allowed to have just one good thing in life, he's glad it's this.

Mischa made sure to be kept up to date with everything that was happening during your move, calling you every chance he got just to see how it was going as a small part of him was fearful that things wouldn't end up the way he so wished they would...

Thankfully though, they did and as soon as you were in Uranium and let out of your new house by your parents, you and Mischa immediately met at the nearest park which was pretty close to your house.

To say that Mischa was beyond excited to see you was an understatement, he seriously felt like a kid again and had to calm himself down while he waited for you so he didn't scare you off or anything... Of course, that didn't last long though because as soon as you got there he couldn't contain his feelings and immediately ran over to hug you. He couldn't help himself..., you are just so different in person in the best of ways, you're so pretty, he loves the moments of silence you have when you are trying to think of something to say, he loves the way your hands are always messing with something on your person.

He's so glad to finally have someone near him who truly loves and understands him. Trust him when he says he is never letting you go.

Okay, so, even if this was only for the first few days you were in Uranium, Mischa quickly found himself loving having you cling to him since you didn't know anyone here. He finds it so incredibly adorable.

For whatever reason, Mischa refuses to let you pay for anything- If you ever want something, trust that he's gonna get it for you one way or another, and you are not going to be the one buying it.

As chivalrous as Mischa might be, he will also 100% make fun of you (in a joking way, of course.)

He will stop immediately though if it ever hits too close to home for you, your comfort is far more important to him than a laugh ever will be.

Once you start branching out to more and more people in Uranium, most notably Noel and Ocean, Mischa, for whatever reason, can't help but feel a little jealous... He knows it's good for you to make other friends and it's nice for you to get along with the people he's close to, but whenever Ocean holds on your arm or when Noel ruffles your hair...

It just gives him such an indescribable sense of loneliness and anger.

He wants to squish your cheeks so badly. (That's it, that's the head canon.)

If you are ever feeling down or your anxiety is really getting to you, Mischa will not hesitate to make an absolute fool out of himself trying to cheer you up.

He'll do whatever it takes, whether it be making fun of himself or saying the most unhinged things out of nowhere, he will do it.

So, in order to get to Mischa's room, aka the basement, there are gonna be times where you have to go past his parents. You know all about them from Mischa, and it's safe to say you aren't fond of them in the slightest, his parents aren't that fond of you either... They don't know what you are doing with that boy, but to them, you are way better off not associating with him.

You aren't leaving him though, never in a million years would you ever even think of the prospect.

Mischa never thought he would ever get over his break up with Natalia, not since it broke him in such awful ways that it took months for him to not think about her every second of the day.

And even when he did eventually get over it, he thought it would take a while for him to fall in love again. His heart was now so heavily guarded and he was so scared of having to open up about everything to someone new.

But then, to his absolute shock and somewhat horror, he didn't have to open up to someone new, quite the opposite in fact. Because there eventually came a day when he started to get all flustered and red-faced around you. When he first realized, he almost didn't want to accept it, fearful that it would totally ruin the great relationship you both have so carefully formed, one that he doesn't think he can handle losing.

But the feelings, no matter how hard he tried to push them down, kept coming up, along with the thoughts of holding you in his arms and kissing your soft lips...

He started to not mind those thoughts so much the more he thought about it. Maybe it would nice to hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings to you, in fact, maybe that would be the next best step in your relationship.

Mischa usually wasn't always quick to fall in love, but when he does, he falls hard.

He is always constantly craving your touch, especially in the moments when he can't have it like in class or when he's in his bedroom alone. He's a very touch-starved individual.

Mischa is always making an effort to learn and memorize everything about you, even to an unhealthy degree.

All he wants to do is kiss you, is that so much to ask for?

Mischa has no clue how you came to become friends with a guy like him, but he literally is so grateful for it. He loves you so much it hurts, and thinking of the fact that your paths may have never crossed is such a gut-wrenching thought process.

On the nights where he's missing you really bad, he'll literally just stay up all night scrolling through photos of you on his phone, wishing you were with him or that he could hear your voice.

And sometimes he even takes things a step further and decides to watch you sleep..., he just really needs to see you safe and near him.

Mischa is no stranger to bullies and he is not a stranger to beating said bullies up. He will be beating the crap out of anyone who even dares looks at you wrong, mark his words.

As cheesy as he knows it is, he writes secret admirer letters for you and stuffs them in your locker, most of which have a love poem written in Ukrainian. If you manage to decipher the letter, than be prepared because some of the things he writes about are incredibly disturbing...

Like, sometimes he wants to just murder someone because of how beautiful you are, his passion and love for you not being able to stay contained inside of him.

Ricky Potts:

One of the perks and downfalls of being in the St. Cassian chamber choir as someone who can't speak, is the fact that most of the time, the rest of the choir forgets he's there.

He could literally not be playing whatever instrument they stuck him with this time for the whole song, and Ocean will congratulate him on how well he did. It was a curse in the way that he always felt such an indescribable loneliness at times, but it was also a blessing in that he gets to do one of his favorite activities, people watch! Which was great to do with the rest of the choir since they were fascinating individuals.

And he never really expected this to change as Ocean had been failing for months to get anyone new to join the choir, so he just assumed this was it, this was the group he'd be stuck with before he graduated. Even if he was totally content with that, he definitely didn't mind having you sit next to him on some random whim of Ocean's, giving him a bit of company.

Although you both didn't talk much to begin with, he because he is unable to and you because of your anxiety, eventually you both picked up subtle ways to communicate without speaking or ASL. You both would give each other a certain look that could mean a variety of things or you'd both pick up on each other's body language and act accordingly.

Ricky does wish you'd talk to him at least a little bit, but this was fine to, he gets not everyone is the talkative type. Little did he know, though, that you wanted to be able to talk to him just as much as he did. Ricky seemed really sweet to you and you enjoyed how easily you both could read each other, it was nice, effortless acquaintanceship that you longed to turn into more. But to do that, you'd have to do the one thing that you really hated doing..., talking.

Despite wanting to be his friend, you sure as hell dragged your quiet acquaintance out... It took a very long time for you to get a word out to him without dying on the spot and even longer to be able to actually speak with him.

But when you did, Ricky was so happy for both of you. Even throughout all your stuttering, pauses, and awkward glances away, Ricky really did appreciate stepping out of your comfort zone to talk with him and his way of repaying you was to fill whatever awkward silences with his yapping.

Whether you know ASL or not, he will be talking about everything and anything. People usually don't give him the time of day, so you best believe Ricky has a lot to talk about with you. You don't mind though because it was either that or dealing with a silence that would surely only make your nerves worse..., so obviously you'd choose the former.

For Ricky, he's pretty much known since the day you first showed up to rehearsals that you had some anxiety, it was obvious to him in the way you'd glance around the room occasionally to see what others were doing before copying them, when you would fidget with your hands, and how you'd refuse to make eye contact with anyone. He's very aware of your anxiety and he always tries his best to be someone comforting for you, someone quiet and away from the chaos that is the choir.

Ricky once read that taking walks or just getting out into nature helps people who get overwhelmed really easily, so he pretty much incorporates that whenever he can into your schedules, which means you both usually walk together in peaceful silence during the weekend or after school.

He will not stop trying to get you into every movie franchise he loves, he wants to be able to talk about it with you, but it's really hard when he has to explain the lore 3 times over every single time he has a conversation about it with you.

Since you're stuck on the sidelines with him during choir, he will be trying to teach you some of the instruments they use. Granted, he definitely doesn't know how to play all of them, but he is a very good teacher for the ones he does know!

Almost every sweater he owns will now be in your closet because Ricky just loves seeing you wear his clothes, specifically his sweaters because he thinks you look so cozy in them.

It's also nice to know that other guys can see you wearing things of his and know that you guys are close, even if it's not in the way they think. :)

He likes to draw you for his warmup sketches for no particular reason other than he just likes to draw you. He doesn't show you most of them, but the ones he does show you, he will melt so fast at any praise you give him on them.

Ricky will be trying everything to help you manage your anxiety since he sees how hard it can be for Penny, so he wants to do his best to help you! He'll teach you new breathing exercises, help you find distractions, help you through the 333 rule, etc. Even if none of it works out, he definitely won't stop trying until he finds something that helps you.

If you ever need to like, hold his hand or something when you start to feel overwhelmed, trust that he is right there and his hand is ready to be held! He'll even let you squeeze it as tight as you need to.

Pretty much all of your hangouts will be in private since Ricky isn't too big on going out and junk, he just prefers to have you both in his room or in your room doing whatever. Another big reason though is because he wants to have you to himself.

Now, St. Cassian is a catholic school in a small town in the middle of nowhere Canada, which, as one can probably tell, isn't the most accepting place for people who the population perceives as different. And what they perceive as different, unfortunately includes one Uranium's only nonverbal disabled kid, Ricky.

Ricky's dealt with small amounts of bullying before, mostly in terms of him being neglected and left out by the other kids purposefully, but usually none of the kids at St. Cassian bothered him that much. That was until he was "graced" with the presence of his newest bully, Max Warner.

For god knows what reason, Max was hellbent on making Ricky's life a living hell, be it him tripping Ricky in the hallways, messing with his AAC device, or writing nasty stuff about him on his locker, Max seemed to not be able to get enough of Ricky's suffering. Ricky, being the pacifist he is, wasn't gonna fight him about it necessarily, but he did make sure to tell teachers and the school counselors about it so Max could hopefully get into some kind of trouble. Which he did, but even then Max would just continue on like nothing happened and it was seriously starting to really irk Ricky...

But the most he thought he was able to do was vent out his frustrations to you and continue hammering the teacher about it, he knew no one else was gonna stand up to Max about this since everyone else pretty much ignored his existence and the few who don't, like the choir, didn't know about Max's tyraid. You were the only one who did know.

Never would he have expected you to do anything about it though.

On the tragic day of another bullying attempt by Max, you and Ricky were walking down the hallway that led to the choir room, which was thankfully mostly empty due to it being after school. You both were chatting like normal, not at all expecting Max to just appear behind you both out of nowhere and to grab Ricky by the collar, causing him to lose his balance a bit. It was something Ricky had gotten quite used to, evident by the exhausted, defeated look upon his face as Max just started spouting all sorts of horrible things about him.

You weren't used to this though and watching someone treat Ricky like that, despite the inner panic you were feeling, made a large wave of anger pass through you. No one should be treated like that, especially not Ricky, someone you care so much about and would never want to see hurt.

Listening to Max just go on and on, mocking Ricky and his disability..., there came a point where you just couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't stand to stand aside like everyone else has done in the past, you couldn't stand to watch such a pathetic individual torment your friend.

You could barely process what you had done in those next 10 seconds, other than your fist hurting like hell, and you rushing Ricky out of the hallways and into the choir room. It was only after you both made it and you had the chance to breathe where you could look down at your fist and see the blood on it, the way you got it rushing back to you. You punched Max square in the face. You punched him so hard that his nose started to bleed and a sickening crunch was heard whenever your fist made contact with his face.

You could barely believe you did that... and neither could Ricky.

He would have never in a million years guessed that you were gonna punch someone for him, it was so incredibly surreal... And he loved it. The moment was still playing fresh in his mind, but he would play it 10 times over just to see you care so much about him that you protected him when he couldn't do it himself. His heart was racing so fast and even if he's sure Max will have his head for this, he can't find it in himself to care.

Because he loves you.

He loves you so much.

Remember how I said that if you ever feel overwhelmed, he'd let you hold his hand? Well, now he holds your hand every chance he gets, even if you aren't overwhelmed at all.

Ricky will be getting into everything you are into, no questions asked. Do you like a certain show? He loves that show too! Is there a certain food place you like? What do you know, that's his favorite place as well! Do you collect something? Well good news, because he collects it to and you can have his collection!

Please marry him-

Ricky has been interested in a lot of things in his 17 years on this Earth and one of those things just so happened to be, flowers. Meaning he does know about Floriography and he loves to gift you flowers with specific meanings. His favorites being, Aster (Symbol of love), Baby's breath (Everlasting Love), pink Carnations (I’ll never forget you), and a lot more. If you ever catch on though, he'd probably pretend that he had no idea or say that he meant it in a platonic sense-

You've known about Zolar for a while now, but Ricky gets so excited when you bring it up or if you remember the small details he's shared with you about it, it gets him so happy because he likes to know that you actually care and listen to him.

Ricky might not want to do too much in the case of his bullies, but when it comes to your bullies, it's a totally different story. The fact that anyone tries to bully is reason enough in his book that they don't deserve any semblance of peace or kindness, and he will do anything in his power to get them off your back, and I mean anything.

Ricky, for some reason, likes to smell like you. It's something he knows he's probably picked up from his cats, but he likes it because it's like he's telling other people he's yours and you're his.

He is always so tempted to kiss you in every single moment, but mostly when you are asleep. He thinks you look so adorable and unaware when you sleep..., he really can't resist you sometimes.

He considers every hang out you guys have as a date, even the ones where you both aren't doing anything but just laying next to each other's side. He doesn't care if you both didn't agree it was a date or something, he knows you love him so that makes this a date. Obviously.

Penny Lamb:

You know how most people tend to make friends with those similar to them? Be it that they have the same habits as you, they act the same way as you, they dress the same way, or anything else, people make friends by those they can find a connection with.

And that theory was exactly the one Ezra Lamb had thought of when he made up his mind on introducing you to his sister, Penny.

For some context, you had met Ezra on one of your late night strolls through the park. It definitely wasn't a ceremonious meeting as you quickly learned the reason he was there was because he was selling medication to some college kids, but for some reason you both felt compelled to talk to each other. He seemed to be very well versed when dealing with your anxiety as you learned the more times you both bumped into each other. Apparently it's because, as he mentions to you when you ask him about it, his sister dealt with the same thing.

Well, one thing led to another and you two became friends despite your very different personalities. Ezra, of course, eventually wanted to introduce you to his sister. To him, you were both quite similar in that you were the same age, you were both girls, and you both had crippiling anxiety. And going back to his theory from earlier, it just made sense to him that you both would be good friends.

That's what led you to where you were now, in Penny and Ezra's shared bedroom with you in Penny awkwardly shaking hands as Ezra introduces you to each other before leaving the room so you both can "get to know each other."

Yeah, you both didn't do anything of the sort, in fact, you both didn't speak a single word to each other the whole time you were there. It was a lot more awkward than you expected and without having Ezra there to mediate or anything, you both were just too anxious to make a move which really sucks, because Penny's heard a lot about you from Ezra and she really wanted this to work out...

But alas, it didn't and you went home about an hour or two later without a friend gained. You kind of just assumed that would be the end of your interactions, maybe you'd see each other once in a blue moon, considering Uranium isn't all that big and you both went to the same school together, but that was all you really anticipated to happen.

Of course, at that moment you didn't realize how pushy Ezra can be when he's made up his mind about something. See he heard from Penny that you two didn't end up talking much..., or rather at all, which didn't surprise him very much, but he had already made up his mind that your friendship was going to happen, and he doesn't change his mind that easily.

Cue Ezra basically coaching Penny through a conversation with you, plus the added benefit of you joining the choir, and that's how you got Penny nervously coming up to you after one choir practice and just lore dumping on you about lions. Normally, Penny would have never agreed to this, but as stated before, Ezra was pushy and Penny did think you both could be good friends... So she stepped out of her comfort zone to talk to you.

It was pretty confusing for you since she didn't seem all that talkative when you first met her, not to mention you had no clue Ezra was that keen on you guys getting along, but after about the third or fourth time she's done it, you got used to it and eventually got comfortable around her enough to add in a few words of your own which she was ecstatic about.

You both ended up realizing how similar you were and it was really nice to have someone you could connect with about anxiety and how much it affects your life. You kind of wish you met her sooner actually, she understands how you tick a lot more than the rest of the choir can and that's extremely helpful when your anxiety starts getting to the point where you like, can't breathe, or you feel like you're on the verge of a panic attack.

Ezra was right, it's good to have a friend who just gets you like Penny does.

Penny is really good at helping you manage your anxiety, but hers... not so much. For whatever reason, she just cannot handle it by herself and she always ends up trying to convince herself that she's fine, even when she's not... Please help her through it because she's not gonna be able to do it herself-

Penny loves to gift you random trinkets and doodads, meaning you will have a lot of random rocks and small knickknacks she finds from the forest and garage sales, respectively.

Whenever you guys text, Penny either writes some of the most formal text messages you'll ever receive or utter nonsense that requires a Sherlock Holmes to decipher, it all really depends on her mood.

Penny will be subtly trying to get you into Johnny Moon (she isn't subtle at all), and it's like, even if you aren't a fan, you have to respect the effort.

As you guys grow as friends, Penny just gets such strong feelings of wanting to protect you even if she doesn't know from what... She just knows that if anyone puts their hands on you, they are gonna be way more than sorry.

A habit you've gained from hanging out with Penny so much is that sometimes when there are awkward silences between you and someone else, you'll just info dump like her to fill the space. You didn't even notice you started doing it until you did it around Penny and she pointed it out to you-

Penny knows like, every breathing exercise in the book, and it honestly is her favorite trick in helping her calm down since it forces her to focus on her breathing rather than whatever is making her anxious. She'll definitely teach you all of them as well if you want, though with you, she kind of prefers taking you somewhere secluded to calm you down there so it's just you two instead of you two and a ton of other people.

Please let her ramble about why she thinks certain characters have anxiety or why certain characters are really bad representations of people with anxiety, she needs to get it off her chest and you're the only one who'll understand! :(

Penny waited for a minute before introducing you to her one other friend, Tammy, since she knows Tammy can be kind of a lot sometimes... When you guys do meet and you get to know each other better, trust that Tammy adores you!

So, it's embarrassing for Penny to talk about since she has a bit of a bad track record when it comes to her crushes, but for a while now, Penny has been feeling a certain way about you. She wouldn't exactly call it love yet, but she can't help but smile so brightly whenever you are near her and her hands get all sweaty when you are holding them..., it may not be love yet, but she wholeheartedly loves having you with her.

...

It wasn't love yet, but it sure is love now.

Penny's love for you really started during a sleepover you two were having. It was really late at night, about 2 AM, and Penny could tell you were about to pass out from the way your eyes could barely manage to stay open as you watched the movie currently playing on her television.

You two were already sitting side-by-side and holding hands, but that's not what made Penny's heart start skipping beats, no, it was when, not only a few minutes later, your head hit her shoulder and started to nuzzle into her neck. She knows you were only doing it because you were about to fall asleep, but that made her so incredibly flustered that she went still for a good 30 minutes, trying not to breathe too hard that you would move away.

Having you be so comfortable around her that you would get so touchy just made her fall hard from the brink she was once on..., she can't believe she's saying it, but she loves you.

The first thing Penny does when she finds out that she likes you is to increase the amount of gifts she gives you by tenfold, she finds it's one of the only ways she can show her interest in you without exploding on the spot.

If you ever want to, she would be more than happy to have you hold her face while you do her makeup. :)

Penny isn't the greatest when dealing with bullies, but she'll try a lot harder for you! She always makes sure to ask you before she does anything though since she doesn't want to cross your boundaries or anything.

She somehow convinced you to let her kiss you on the forehead or cheek every once in a while. She will always say it's platonic, but she does not mean that one bit-

Penny practically makes you stay over at her house every night and if you can't, then believe me when I say that she'll be getting into your house one way or another. (She probably somehow has keys to your house or she gets through your window in the least elegant fashion possible.)

She loves you so much that she can't even describe it in words, which she has tried as evidenced by all the letters under her bed. It's so difficult to describe how her bones feel like they are crumpling every time you look at her or how her body feels like it's gonna cave in on itself with every little touch... Seriously, you make her so sick and she cannot get enough of it. It would be impossible for her to let you go.

She isn't really the type to get jealous, but having to share you with the rest of the choir, because they all might kill each other if they don't, is extremely hard for her as she just wants to keep you all to herself.

She wonders if you like her room enough to want to stay there for a while...

Constance Blackwood:

You don't think you have ever walked so fast in your life as you did today...

Bullies aren't anything new to you, being the anxious person you are, you've dealt with your fair share of awful people before. But in the past, at least you had somewhere to run away to, a sanctuary where no one could mock you or get to you. However, you moved. Now you are in Uranium with a whole new group of bullies and no place to run off to.

Hearing their insults and mocking tones from behind you, your pace kept growing as you held onto your backpack straps tightly. You had no idea where you were going at this point, all you wanted was to be away from them. You had been at this for a while now, and you were so over it..., you didn't want to potentially lead them to your house, so where were you to go?

Finally lifting your head off the ground, eyes scanning the area around you, your eyes get caught on a small cafe down the block labeled, "Blackwood Cafe." With no other place to go and the cafe seemingly like your best option at the moment, you hurriedly dashed over and went inside. Closing the door behind you as you catch your breath, you glance over the cozy cafe you're now in, silently admiring the cute pastel colors and warm interior.

Thankfully, there were a few people already in there, you just know it would be incredibly awkward if you were the only one, and you had also luckily had some cash on you, giving you a reason to stay here while your bullies hopefully left you alone. You went up to the counter, ordered, and got seated, but even if you were safe in here and able to just breathe for a second, you actually had no idea if your bullies would leave you alone when you inevitably have to leave... What if they just waited till you walked out to jump you? What if they come inside and no one stops them from dragging you out??

God, you hated your anxiety... You can feel your heart pounding and your hands shaking even if nothing was happening, you could only hope no one would notice.

And no one did! ...Except for one girl, Constance Blackwood.

Constance had always been one to observe the cafe's patrons while they enjoyed their treats, it's a habit she picks up from her dad who is always looking to make sure their customers were having a good time. So, it should come as no surprise that she would notice and observe you too. Except instead of seeing a content face or a calm demeanor, she saw your anxiety-ridden one, one that immediately made her frown with concern.

She knows she has no right stepping into a stranger's business, but you aren't really a stranger to her. She can see your slightly disheveled St. Cassian uniform and she recognizes you from the choir so... doesn't that give her a bit of a reason to ask what's wrong? Constance quickly grabs a muffin and tells her parents she's gonna go on a quick break before walking over to your booth in the corner, much to your confusion. "Uhm, hey! I don't know if you remember, but I'm Constance Blackwood, we met in choir the other day. I just wanted to come over and ask if you were okay since you seem a little..., uh, down?"

Little did Constance know though that those few simple words would change things forever.

You tried your best to fend her off at the start, shakily explaining that you're fine and there was nothing to worry about, but her warm and caring words made it hard to keep pretending everything was fine... So, even if you still weren't sure about it, you decided to tell her what was wrong. You both ended up talking for hours, even past closing, as Constance comforted you and you ended up moving on to other topics to lighten up. Even if it was a surprising encounter to say the least, you're really glad Constance came over and asked if you were okay, it was nice to know someone cared...

Once it started getting late, she took you home just in case your bullies were still there, which they thankfully weren't, and you both parted ways for the night.

For the night.

Of course the bullying didn't magically stop after that, so you found yourself at the Blackwood Cafe more and more often. Eventually it even became an everyday thing. You truly did feel bad about this at the start since you didn't want to be a bother, but Constance always reassured you that you weren't and she enjoyed your company. She means that too, you are a lot easier to talk with compared to Ocean or Penny, and she finds herself always having a smile when she thinks of your conversations later that night.

Really, it wasn't surprising at all that you two would become friends with how often you spent time together, and Constance couldn't be happier about it. Even if the people in Uranium were awful, she was happy she could be friends with someone who wasn't. :)

Constance may not know every trick when dealing with anxiety, but she's a very good listener and will let you ramble as much as you need while being so incredibly supportive.

It doesn't matter how long you've been friends for, Constance quite literally trusts you with her life.

Sometimes when she is feeling a little silly, she'll invite you to her house in the middle of the night to do some late night baking. It's basically her therapy and why not share it with her new favorite person?

Her little brother is obsessed with you and Constance has zero clue why- Like, anytime you're over, he'll try to monopolize all your time and he is always asking about you. Constance doesn't know if she should be jealous of you or of him.

Constance tends to people watch, but she doesn't just watch anyone, she likes to watch you in particular... a lot.

Like, anytime you are around, a lot.

She also talks about you a ton, leading her parents or her friends to have to shut her up so she'll talk about something different- She's glad they do to, because's she sure she can talk about you for hours and she's not sure how deep and dark her thoughts on you can go...

She loves having you try on her glasses, she thinks it's so cute.

If Constance is ever the one feeling anxious, you'll likely be the first person she goes to in order to calm down. This is mainly because she knows you know how to deal with it but also because she finds your presence calming.

You're also welcome to do the same with her! It could quite literally be the dead of night, but if you need her, she'll be there for you.

They might be a little outdated, but Constance likes to make mixtapes for you with a bunch of songs that either remind her of you or songs she thinks you'll like. She might put a few ABBA songs in there too for good measure. :)

Falling in love (She noticed Ocean stealing you away from her and she got super jealous, where she soon realized her feelings.)

Constance gets that you are a busy person and that you can't be near her all the time, she really does, she understands that you have other friends to tend to that aren't just her.

So why is it that she feels so gross watching people like Ocean and Ricky steal you away from her? Why is it that she feels such an overwhelming urge to scream as Noel fixes your hair, or when Penny holds your hand, or when Mischa is constantly stealing your attention from her?? What is it that makes her so... so..., jealous?

She has no idea, she really doesn't. These are both of your friends she's talking about, she has no reason to be jealous of them! They all just want the best for you and you deserve to be loved and cared for. Yet, it's like she's walking on Legos every time you aren't paying attention to her.

These were the thoughts that plagued Constance's mind for days on end, even months. She wasn't sure why she was feeling this way, but god did she hate it. It was easy to see something was bothering her as well with how she would go straight into her room after school and pace around anxiously, her mind filled with thoughts no one can see. And truthfully, her parents were starting to get worried... This wasn't like their wonderful girl at all and they hated seeing her so conflicted.

So, being the one pair of decent parents in Uranium, they stop her on her way to her room one day and ask what's wrong. Constance was extremely reluctant to talk about it at first because, what do two adults who've been around much longer than she has know about jealousy? But they were pushy and she relented, telling them everything about the jealous and how she likes having your attention on her, getting it all out.

The laughing they did after that made Constance beyond frustrated-

Through tears in their eyes and the laughs, they had to explain what she was experiencing was likely a crush. That made everything click for Constance, who couldn't help stare at her floor in embarrassment and realization...

She loves you...

"Oh..."

Constance gets lowkey kind of nervous when she's around you now since she doesn't want her crush to be too obvious..., eventually the anxiety will melt and she can be herself around you, but for the first few minutes every time she sees you, she just feels so awkward.

She will be making sure you are well hydrated and fed, and you are gonna like it! She loves you too much to watch you waste away!!

Please let her have movie nights with you, she wants to watch all of your favorite movies and have you ramble about them to her. :'(

She loves squishing your cheeks.

She may or may not be stalking your social media so she can know what you are up to all the time....

Constance doesn't know if she should be grateful or not that her parents pointed out that she likes you because now her jealousy has basically tripled and it's only getting worse by the second. She wholeheartedly wants to just punt people whenever they interrupt her time with you.

You have bullies? Well not anymore, she is not letting anyone be disrespectful to you in or out of her presence. She always somehow finds out if someone is spouting nasty things about you and she will be doing something about it.

A/N: I'm struggling guys, I have no clue why it takes me so long to finish requests, but I swear I'm working on them! :'(

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justseedee · 4 months ago

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Poses I made specifically for TKDB characters

Omg this took forever! but it was fun

This started as an idea I had right after the first Obscuary Episode released. Originally, this was meant to be in a chibi style (but for some reason chibi is just harder for me to draw and I'm not about to pay for the chibi models) where the captains/vice-captains had their "charges" on toddler backpack leashes. I don't think I could make it work in this style, so a few things had to change

Anyhoo...

Haru/Towa and Subaru/Lyca

This is the "original" original idea

Haru and Subaru are kinda like parents taking their toddler to the park

In the back, Towa blowing bubbles with his wand while Lyca plays with them

Tohma/Jin and Rui/Ed

At first this one was going to be similar to the first where Tohma and Rui are complaining to each other about their captians but I decided to make them two separate pics instead

This is one where the chibi style would've been funnier; Jin was going to have his limbs wrapped around a pillar or fence or something, while Ed deadweights on the floor (idk i just couldn't make it work with these models)

So instead Jin smokes and ignores Tohma

Ed hides from Rui

Kaito/Luca and Sho/Leo

I'm grouping these four together because my alternate idea was to have either the captains or the vice-captins have all the other ghouls in their house on leashes (which I still might do) but I figured it'd be easier to start them off as pairs

At first, I was going to set up a scene where Leo pisses off Luca again, but idk it felt weird to me soooo yeah, these are separate now

Also, I just now realized that Kaito is the only one that actually looks like he has a leash (but I refuse to redo any of these.... again. Idk, maybe I'll crop it and make it look like he's grabbing Luca's arm)

Yuri/Jiro

Aah, my (mostly) unproblematic duo decided to take a break from researching inside Mortkrake to reviewing research outside or something idk

There's really not much to say about these dorks, imo Jiro is well trained enough not to need a leash lmao

Romeo/Taiga

Toddler leashes didn't work on Taiga

Neither did regular dog leashes, slip leashes, or barbed leashes

And here is Romeo discovering that shock collars have no affect either lol

It also kinda looks like Romeo just got off a call only to look up and see Taiga eating..... something....

Haku/Zenji

I was going to make a joke here and have Haku by himself, holding one of those invisible dog leashes, but then it made me sad, so I didn't do that

Yeah, idk Zenji is just like a photogenic puppy that smiles at cameras, but only because Haku is holding up treat above the phone

(Another realization I just had is that I switch back and forth between toddler and puppy with these lol different guys different vibes, I guess)

Ren/Ritsu

I wasn't really sure what to do with these two since we don't get a lot of them interacting outside of the diner

I like to think their at least comfortable enough to naturally fall into "parallel play" dynamics

Neither of them gives off outdoorsy vibes, so this can be interpreted as taking place inside the diner

That being said, I was going for a "day at the park" deal, but whatevs

MC/Alan

Okay, so this one literally exists only because I didn't know what to do with Alan after deciding to do pairs, and I didn't want to do any of the characters more than once (because that's not fair!)

Then I realized that the MC is literally right there, so she gets a little lunch date with Mr. Guard Dog over here

Okay less "date" and more "they ran into each other and realized they hadn't eaten, so they got some bentos from the store and decided to eat together" (in my head this is what happened, y'know to make it fair)

Soooooo yeah, it may be a while before i actually get to drawing any of these scenarios, and I'm starting to get sick of staring at my phone because of these

#tokyo debunker #tdb #tkdb #pose reference #drawing reference #a day in the park

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camisadoes · 2 months ago

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walburga black hcs because i love her

an oldest daughter with two little brothers (literally me) she was very protective and controlling of the two of them growing up, but they were her best friends.

alphard was always a bit more rebellious and would get up to no good behind their parent's backs. if walburga found out she would tell on him because she thought she was doing the right thing to keep him out of trouble.

when she was sorted, the hat considered placing her in gryffindor, but she begged it not to.

she was very skilled at transfiguration, charms, anything with wand work in school. it was very intuitive to her.

she was never all that smart, not that she was stupid by any means, but she didn't enjoy school, and she basically did the bare minimum to pass her classes/exams.

she secretly loved watching quidditch, and would've played in another life. but it wasn't "lady-like," and her friends were the type of people to make fun of all the girls that played. (the slytherin team was entirely boys for this reason)

if she had played, she would've been a beater

she was betrothed to orion while he was still in school, but she begged her family to let them wait till he was graduated to get married. orion had always loved school, so she wanted to let him enjoy his last few years.

her and orion never got particularly close, but they were respectful of one another, and they did love each other, just not romantically. after finishing at hogwarts, orion was busy building a career at the ministry, so he was fine with letting walburga do whatever she wanted really. they both just sort of coexisted.

alphard straight up refused to get married. he was supposed to be the one to marry druella, but when the time came, he wouldn't do it, and the burden moved onto cygnus.

the only reason he wasn't disowned and blasted off the tapestry then is because he struck up a deal with their parents that he'd never get married at all, this way he'd still be keeping the bloodline pure.

walburga disagreed, she thought he should be disowned.

she was angry because alphard had forced cygnus, who was barely a teenager at this point, into a weird child groom situation. cygnus had been willing to do it to save his older brother. he offered himself up. but walburga was still rightfully pissed, because alphard is the older one, and he's supposed to protect cygnus, not the other way around.

she had been forced to marry their actual cousin and she did so with very little complaint because she knew it had to be done to keep the line pure. so she was upset and maybe jealous and also angry that alphard got out of his family duties with virtually no consequences.

her and alphard's relationship completely fell apart after that, and they rarely spoke.

walburga focused all her energy on helping cygnus. she put off having kids of her own to help him and druella raise their's, since they were still going to hogwarts, and she wasn't going to let either of them drop out.

she absolutely loved those girls, so so much. she was meant to be a girl mom. she'd never had sisters, so helping to raise them felt like something clicked into place for her.

bellatrix was secretly her favorite, because she could relate to the older sister struggles.

the girls lived with her at grimmuald until cygnus graduated, and druella and cygnus would spend their school holidays there as well. this was walburga's favorite time in her life.

bellatrix had what would one day become sirius's room, and andy had regulus's, but they'd both get scared at night and end up sleeping in walburga's room.

cygnus had narcissa during his final year at hogwarts, and as soon as he was done with school, he and druella took the girls and moved into their own place. it sort of broke walburga's heart to let the girl's go, but she knew it was coming.

bella had a really hard time leaving. she was like five or six at this point.

this was when walburga decided she wanted kids of her own. it was a little weird though, because her and orion had never ever done anything. they were more like friends, or kinda just roommates. but orion wanted kids too, so they tried, and for eight entire years-- nothing.

walburga had multiple miscarriages, which devastated her. they went to healer after healer but no one could help. it got to a point where orion was ready to give up, but not walburga. she kept trying literally everything from weird potions and herbs to enchanted amulets.

and finally she got pregnant. she never figured out what it was that made it happen, but she didn't care. sirius was their miracle baby! the pregnancy almost killed her, but she made it, and she loved sirius so so much.

that being said, she'd always wanted a girl, and she begged orion to try for one more. he was very against that idea, since it'd done so much damage to walburga's health the first time, but eventually he gave in.

her second pregnancy was somehow even worse than the first, and she nearly died again. regulus was very premature.

she still wanted to try for a third after that, but orion put his foot down.

either way she loved getting to be a mother again, even to two boys. she felt like it was her calling.

as sirius and regulus got older, they started reminding her more and more of alphard and cygnus. they were exactly like them, and it was weird for her. she sort of subconsciously tried to fix her relationship with alphard through sirius, meaning that she'd often lash out at him but then turn around and apologize.

she was very harsh about family duty and keeping the bloodline pure, and she tried her absolute best to instill those values in her sons.

when sirius was sorted into gryffindor she was weirdly jealous. it made her think too hard about what her life would've been like had she let the hat put her there.

when andy left the family to marry ted walburga was so sad. and angry. she wished that she'd gotten to raise andy for longer, because maybe she could've prevented this. the day that andy left, bella came over to let walburga know, and both of them sobbed and held each other, then blasted andy off the tapestry.

walburga was never physically abusive. she was strict, she could definitely be mean, and there were times where she got so angry she broke things, but she never ever hurt her sons.

the only exception to this is the summer before sirius left, when sirius had basically stopped speaking to his younger brother. regulus broke down crying in front of her and explained what things were like at school-- how sirius and him didn't talk, and how he missed him. it broke walburga's heart so fucking much. later that day sirius was playing his music too loudly in his room, and walburga came in to tell him to shut it off, and they got into an argument. it wasn't actually about the music, obviously. she ended up smacking him across the face.

when sirius did finally leave, it felt like losing alphard and andy all over again.

her and orion never became death eaters, but they did support voldemort. walburga had actually never cared about politics at all up until this point, but orion was in the thick of it working at the ministry.

she'd always had bigoted beliefs, growing up in the house of black and everything, but it was so far removed from her everyday life that she never actually cared. but when the first war was heating up, there was so much propaganda, and so many people she knew were joining the death eaters, she started to become a lot more outwardly prejudiced.

it was also a way for her to take out her anger with sirius, andy, and alphard on something else. since all of them were bloodtraitors in her eyes.

she'd lost so many people that she cared about at this point, and she blamed muggleborns for all of it.

she was so proud of regulus when he took the mark, but she wasn't expecting it at all. she knew that some of his friends were joining up, but she just didn't think that he'd be interested in actually being a death eater.

she attended a few death eater meetings, usually only when they were held at malfoy manor, and more just as a social event. she loved getting to see bella and narcissa, because that was really the only time she could. they were both busy with death eater business.

when regulus went missing, she fucking lost it. she felt like she'd lost everything and everyone. both her sons, andy, alphard. she hardly got to see any of her remaining family anymore with the war going on, and even orion was always busy at work.

then he died too! everyone fucking died and left!

she went sort of went crazy with loneliness, since by now everyone was gone but bella and narcissa. the two of them would come visit her as often as they could, but it was difficult with the war. she loved getting to see draco.

when the war was finally over and word of sirius's crimes got around, she was actually overjoyed. even though she knew she'd probably never see him again, she was happy to live the rest of her life knowing that her son chose the right side in the end.

bella was also locked up after the war, and this one hurt walburga. she was having a much harder time coping with the fact that she'd never see bella again than she was with sirius. she was still proud of her though for fighting and giving up her life for the cause.

for the remainder of her life, the only person walburga had left was narcissa. the two of them were never as close as she'd been with bella and andy, but they loved each other. narcissa made time to go visit her at least once a week with draco until her death.

#this is so long wtf sorry #walburga black #black family #the black family #the black sisters #sirius black #regulus black #bellatrix black #hp marauders #marauders era #hp

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 2 months ago

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I, personally, would love to hear about all kinds of details and things that ended up being changed or adjusted from older fics. What were some ideas you had fun with?

oh god

-itysg: many of you might know this one already as it's in an a/n, but i originally entertained the idea of having ajax and zl adopt ruu thanks to some abyssal energy nonsense. i ended up ditching that route bc it would've had to have started when they go to tsurumi? but if you'll remember, ajax then was in no state to support a kid with the magnitudes of baggage that ruu would have at that point, so no.

-cyanide: i don't think there was anything major i ever changed abt cyanide, believe it or not, at least not that i can remember now. the more interesting part abt it is the fact that it got written at all, bc as i was developing wips and seeing which i would pick next, not only was cyanide not my main idea, it was also one in like. twelve. i have SO MANY zhongchi longfic wips. so many. some came up during cyanide and some during babysitting, but a good chunk all sprang up together with cyanide's original draft, so. i had sort of set it aside and was focusing on the True childe suffers fic, but ended up reaching a point there where like. i was kinda following canon. and unlike in the thomato fic that's similar to this wip, i couldn't wrap up childe's situation as swiftly as thoma's, so i started waiting for updates and then that sort of got the fic stuck in a cycle where i know damn well childe's plot in-game is going to be fucking wild and shit kept happening to him (hi inazuma, hi scarascratch, hi fontaine) and i added it to the wip and then i waited for more etc etc. idk. i picked up cyanide as i paused that one and sort of went 'huh ok this one is interesting' i still want to write a beta design childe fic at some point but who knows if i'll ever get around to it (that was the one). i also have a hanahaki wip but the thing is he bribes baizhu to take the flowers out like first scene and the actual plot is emotionless childe navigating all the bs that happens to him while zl tries to figure out when things went so wrong. there's also like two mafia wips that are just variants of each other. there's two mirroring timetravel wips bc i couldn't decide who i wanted to timetravel lmao. there's a different transmigration idea more along the lines of eoos (childe gets into the actual game no weird timeline shenanigans like in cyanide). that's not even the half of it this ship has an absolute chokehold on my writing brainworms.

-jadeite: to elaborate on the previous post which i assume inspired this ask, the first draft of jadeite actually didn't go too far. zl comes to in a hospital in the harbor bc czl had been about to go to a job interview for wangsheng, and as soon as he got to the door and said hi to hu tao a car veered off the street and nearly killed them. czl shoved hu tao out of the way and that's how he dies. originally in the hospital it was gonna be xiangling and xinyan w hu tao bc they came to check on her when shit happened, and they don't really explain much of anything to zl before leaving him. he spends the night in the hospital sort of figuring out how the TV works and going thru the same thought process as in actual jadeite. he gets discharged and is kinda out on his own for a bit (where childe sees him) before ht calls him for the parlor incident. childe isn't present for that in this draft. that's all the first chapter lmaooooo there wasn't all that much after that honestly. a bit of a second chapter and some plot points, but i hadn't thought about it too much (i was writing cyanide at that point). once i came back to it like towards the end of cyanide i sat down and thought through the actual plot and what i wanted to happen and started modifying the first draft into something else, and then i frogged that second draft and the first into what you guys actually got to read

-every good intention: i started writing this immediately after parade of providence and i think you can tell, esp compared to ysmms which was before kaveh's release and therefore before my descent into 'oh god why' territory around his characterization. even before his hangout in 3.7 i could already tell something was off, that final convo on the interdarshan event was like- he's on thin ice now. so i have to confess that i didn't plan to write a third chapter at all. didn't even plan to post it bc it was two chapters of nothing but angst and i figured most people wouldn't care to read it (or might even incur some attack from fandom youngsters). it was going to end with the to-do list and an ambiguous/open end on what happened to alhaitham. but then i couldn't get the brainworms out of my head and i ended up deciding to post it (partly because i was so baffled and disappointed in the fandom about their reaction to that last scene in the interdarshan), but in order to get people to read it, i added the third chapter and the happy ending. one of the bookmarks from someone says something like 'just read the first two chapters' and honestly yeah i never read the last chapter anymore. it was supposed to end at the second, the third is there entirely to appease and entice the to-be audience and going by how many read it compared to two vowels it feels like it actually worked LMAOOOO so yeah let me leave the confession booth now don't shoot me haikavetham shippers i was with you once 😂

#the previous ask was like opening a can of worms this is like smashing the pantry to pieces #thank you tho #ily <3 <3 <3 #hope this was what you were interested in #sorry if the last one is disappointing LMAO

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mc-lukanette · 6 months ago

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Marinette allowed Luka to lead her through the forest, his tiny hand holding her even tinier one. Looking down, she could admire the black of his nails, wishing she could match him yet knowing that her mother would tell her it's "impractical," whatever that word meant.

But that was okay. Having met Luka around a year ago, she was just happy to spend time with him and go on whatever adventures they could get away with in their childhood. His grip was unwavering and, despite its gentleness, she truly felt as if no one could pull her away from him if they tried.

Her feet were a little unsteady as they walked, but he went slow enough that it didn't hinder either of them. Whether he did it on purpose or not, she was thankful for him, only having a bully back at home to deal with rather than any kind of friends.

"Almost there," Luka announced, though quiet enough that it might've been him muttering to himself rather than her. There was a tinge of excitement she could detect in his voice, a sure sign that he'd been anticipating this just as much as her.

The forest was so thick and the trees were so tall that barely any light could show through the leaves. Anywhere patches of sun did show through, tiny flowers were growing, and the two of them slowed or changed course so as to not to step on them even if it made the trip longer.

But finally, Marinette saw light coming from the gaps between the tree trunks, her pace picking up eagerly.

She initially flinched when her eyes had to adjust to the light, but that was how she knew they'd arrived. A village, right in the middle of festivities, laid itself out in front of them, people walking around and talking amongst themselves without batting an eye at them. Fairy lights - which she understood as a magical form of light that grew brighter the closer to nighttime it got - were strewn about everywhere, only giving off a faint shimmer in the pinkish, purplish tint of the afternoon.

"Luka!" she exclaimed in a hush whisper, shaking his arm. "It worked! You did it!"

He beamed at her. "You did it too. Our clothes would look weird if you didn't."

She blushed at the praise, unconsciously gripping his arm tight. Where she'd come from, the types of clothes they'd needed would've been entirely worthless, so it was rare to hear anyone praise her knowledge (as much knowledge as a child could absorb anyway) on the subject. She was simply fascinated by such attire and went through all the necessary research to make sure they'd blend right in.

Coming during festivities was intentional, as everyone would be too busy having fun to pay attention to them. It was also a good excuse for Luka not to have to dye the blue highlights in his hair black, which Marinette insisted he shouldn't have to because they were too pretty to hide. There, highlights in one's hair were just seen as a fun, colorful, and temporary thing to do for the festival.

In other words, they were just two kids wandering through a village like they belonged there, and no one would concern themselves with them unless they appeared truly lost. Marinette involuntarily puffed her chest out, wanting to appear confident in the face of any curious eyes.

Luka giggled next to her, imitating the pose. "Where do you wanna go?"

"Hm?" She glanced at him, then their surroundings. Dodging people would be difficult given their heights in comparison to adults, but she suspected that would change as the day progressed. Furthermore, while the villagers were clearly taken by the festival, she was taken by everything, having never been in such a place before.

Grinning, she said only half-jokingly, "Everywhere!"

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Playing by ear, as Luka might've put it, 'everywhere' started with a stand that seemed to be boasting about some sort of game: a typical choice for children, but very new for them. The person behind it was highly enthusiastic, waving at anyone who even glanced their way. It was funny, so they were drawn to it.

"Hey there, boy and girl!" the person greeted with a clap of their hands. "Do one of you want to play? Every customer's first game is free, and if you win then you get anything here as a prize!"

Behind them were shelves lined with handcrafted plushies, pillows, and tiny wooden figurines. Marinette turned to Luka to check his interest, but he looked oddly unimpressed with the display.

Still wanting to try anyway, Marinette climbed up onto the stool in front of the stand and bopped the counter with both hands. "I'll play! Um, how do I play?"

The person smiled, pulling out a few cards shaped like leaves and placing them upside-down along the counter, muttering something as they went. Behind them, Marinette took in the main attraction that she assumed must be the "game": a fake tree that had six "levels," each level designated by a single hole with a branch coming out the bottom of it. She blinked, wondering what the connection was, then looked down at the cards and noticed that there were also six of them.

Touching one experimentally, it didn't move but flashed orange and let out an awful (albeit brief) noise. She scrunched her nose up in displeasure, reminded of the sound of her bully's whining.

"My little friend can explain the rest," the person behind the stand added, looking over at the tree.

One of the holes on the lower half flashed green, a small fairy emerging from it and landing gracefully on the branch. They bowed, waving to their captivated audience of two and explaining, "We'll give you one minute to play. I'll be hiding in the tree and pop out of each hole at random to stand on the branch. You need to touch the card that matches it when that happens."

Marinette remembered then that the hole the fairy had come out of was green. Staring at it, it was the third hole from the bottom, and the card that flashed orange was second to the left. It must've been like a rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The cards hadn't actually been leaves either, they were shaped like the fairy's wings.

The fairy smiled knowingly at her understanding of the game. "I'll go slow for the first thirty seconds, but don't expect me to go easy on you after that just because you're a child."

She pouted, leaning forward in determination with her hands hovering over the cards. The fairy slipped back into the game's tree and the person nearby raised a hand, a wordless gesture to tell her to prepare.

"Ready?" they asked. At her nod, they counted down, "Three... two... one... go!"

They threw their hand down and the fairy immediately popped out from the hole that flashed yellow. Marinette followed by smacking the third card, which let out a pleasant 'ding' noise this time rather than a bad one. When the fairy slipped back in, it took a few seconds before they popped out of another hole, this time blue. Marinette hit the second-to-last card that time.

The game went on like that as the fairy had promised, a consistent rhythm of them popping out for a second, disappearing, and popping out somewhere else. She followed their movements easily enough, going from green to red to purple and then green again.

So far, so good. With each affirming 'ding', a strip of color was added to the fairies wings, corresponding with the color of the hole they'd left.

Then, the thirty seconds passed and things started to speed up. The fairy wasn't waiting as long this time whenever they went back inside the tree, so Marinette had to be quicker with her taps. It was also a little more tricky as it wasn't guaranteed to be a different color anymore: sometimes she had to hit orange twice in a row.

Despite Luka's disinterest in the prizes, she could feel his interest in her playing. His eyes never left the cards under her hands and she was starting to feel the pressure. She really wanted to win and impress him.

Ten seconds left. The fairy wasn't messing around anymore and the timing became more erratic. They barely popped out at all before going back in and Marinette was expected to know where the cards were now, no longer having the time to look down at them to check.

Orange, purple, green, green, and then green again. Red, blue, orange—!

Marinette's hand flew up in the air in shock as the unpleasant whine signified a failure. She blinked rapidly, needing a second to realize what had happened: that, in her panic, she hit yellow instead.

The holes all flashed at once, then slowly dimmed with a fading whirring noise to signify the end of the game. She'd lost, and even worse was that she could see the colored strips along the fairy's wings as they emerged to perch on one of the branches. All the colors she had tapped went along the whole of the wings - disregarding how tacky it looked - barring the very end, which was just barely uncolored.

"You did your best, kid," the person at the stand complimented, leaning on the counter. They appeared genuinely impressed. "I don't think anyone here has gotten as far as you on their first try. Do you want to go again?"

Marinette's competitive side wanted to push for another round, but she didn't have that much money on her. It seemed like such a waste to use it up on something she might not win.

"...No," she replied reluctantly, the frown evident in her voice. She hopped down from the stool, disappointed, but a clattering noise from that same stool made her look back.

Luka had gotten up onto it, raising a hand and insisting, "I want a try."

That was weird to her. It made sense for him to watch her play, but not for him to play if he didn't even want any prizes. Granted, if the first try was always free, there at least wasn't any harm in trying either.

The fairy fluttered their wings, the strips of color evaporating off as if they'd never been there in the first place, then they happily slipped back into the nearest hole. Marinette watched on curiously as the countdown was repeated, wanting to see how well her best friend would do.

The game began, Luka watching each hole carefully and looking down when he needed to. Red, green, yellow, all carefully tapped as he kept his focus on the fairy. Normally, Luka wasn't as good with games as she was, but Marinette supposed he could've been playing just to play. Maybe it looked like fun.

Thirty seconds passed by successfully, meaning it was time to speed up again. Much to Marinette's surprise, Luka dropped his eyes fully to the cards on the counter, no longer looking at the fairy anymore. That, reasonably speaking, seemed in every way a losing strategy, but the first tap Luka made went off cleanly.

Then the second, then the third, and before long she realized that whatever he was doing was working. Purple, blue, yellow, yellow, orange, and he wasn't even breaking a sweat. Marinette gripped the counter in anticipation, unable to count the exact seconds but feeling the time pass in the back of her head.

She got on her tiptoes, wanting to cheer him on but afraid of throwing him off if she did. Her ankles ached from the awkward position, but she didn't even notice in the heat of the moment.

He was getting close to where she'd been, which could be gauged by the fairy picking up their pace. Marinette watched the cards light up under Luka's touches, seeing the hole of the tree flash right before it out of the corner of her eyes. She felt so tense that it was almost like she was the one playing, and she wondered if that was what it was like for Luka watching her earlier.

The one difference was that, with one, final tap on the blue card, he beat the game. She gasped, watching the final flash of the tree as the fairy flew out with strips of color going all along their wings, signifying his victory.

The person behind the stand staggered backwards, putting a hand to their chest in awe. "Wow! Congratulations! You did great!"

The fairy even clapped for him, nodding along to the praise.

Luka didn't particularly acknowledge the victory until Marinette awkwardly hopped up onto one of the horizontal pieces on the lower part of the stool, squeezing Luka in celebration. "That was so cool!"

He had to lean away to avoid the stool toppling over, but he happily returned the hug with one arm. "Thanks, but I got it from seeing you play first."

"Then we both got it!" she corrected. She didn't know if he was telling the truth, but she wouldn't complain if it joined the two of them together in some way.

The person at the stand gave them a few more seconds to themselves, then gestured at the shelves behind them to ask, "So? What kind of prize do you want?"

Luka narrowed his eyes at the prizes, looking all over without committing to any of them. It was taking him longer to pick something than it did for him to play, but slowly, his gaze dropped down and he pointed with his free arm. "That."

Marinette squinted, leaning forward a bit, and saw what he'd requested when the person raised their arm up confusedly. On their wrist was a spiral bracelet wrapping around half their forearm in the colors of the rainbow.

"This?" They waved him off. "This isn't one of our prizes. Those are on the shelves back there."

They jabbed a thumb behind them, but Luka wasn't deterred. "You said we could have anything here as a prize."

"...Ah—?"

They were baffled, then jerked their head towards their fairy companion, who'd suddenly burst into laughter at what was going on.

"Aw, just give it to him!" they said, wings fluttering in tune with their giggles. "He just won a second time against us with that!"

The person snorted, having not expected any of this today, but relented and slipped the bracelet off. "Alright, you little sneak. A deal's a deal."

Luka accepted the bracelet, giving it a final look before holding it out to Marinette. With a soft smile, he said, "Here."

"Oooo~" Keeping one arm around him, she held the bracelet up to the sky with the other, watching the colors shift depending on how the light was hitting it. "It's neat!"

She went to hand it back to him, but Luka's hand had dropped into his lap, curled into a fist so she couldn't. A beat of silence passed, which is how long she'd needed for it to click with her.

"W-wha—" She let go of him, losing her balance on the stool. The drop wasn't at all high, so her feet hit the ground without a stumble. "But why?"

He cast a glance at the shelves. "You can't take any of those home."

So he'd thought about giving her a gift all along? That's why he looked at the shelves like that? And that wasn't even what she meant!

"But..." She stopped short, staring down at the bracelet again and running her fingers over its surface. She'd already been planning to get Luka something anyway, and she had wanted a souvenir from her experience there. Wouldn't the souvenir being from Luka make it all the more special?

Wordlessly, she accepted the gift by putting it on herself. It was too large for her own arm, so she slipped it onto one of her legs instead, wiggling the leg experimentally to make sure it wouldn't fall off. By the time she'd confirmed it, Luka had hopped off the stool so they could continue on their way.

Holding his hand so as to not get lost (one of the few lessons from her parents that she was actually following at the moment), she walked alongside him and asked, "How'd you do that anyway?"

He gave her a curious glance, clueless.

"What you did!" She waved back at the stand. "You beat it without looking!"

"Mmm..." He tilted his head. "But I heard it."

"Huh?"

He made a flapping motion with his free hand. "I heard the wings echoing in the tree, and they stopped when they got to a hole."

He could hear the wings flapping in the tree and know which hole the fairy would come out of from the way he heard it echo and stop?!

Marinette exhaled in disbelief, leaning against him. "But you're my best friend, so I already thought you were the best!" Looking up at him, she genuinely asked, "Does that make you my best best friend now?"

Luka let out a small noise, covering his mouth in a rare show of embarrassment. "It was just a game."

"No it wasn't! 'Cause you won it for me!"

He relented to her point after enough pressing.

—————

Marinette totally, definitely hadn't been searching for one, but one of their next stops was a store that just so happened to have toys in the window. There was a sound of a bell as they walked in and she peered up at it, wondering if someone must've hung it there as a prank to annoy whoever worked there.

Regardless, she had a mission and dismissed the thought to eye the store. Her grip on Luka's hand tightened in determination, but then she noted that she wouldn't be able to secretly buy him anything if she clung to him. She'd even need her other hand to properly inspect the quality of whatever she was buying.

"I'm gonna go over here," she told him, letting go of him to point in a random direction.

"Okay." He nodded, immediately heading there and misinterpreting her entirely.

"A-ah, wait, wait!" She hurried to get in front of him and pressed against his chest with her hands to stop him. "I mean, we should play hide-and-seek, so I'll go over there to count!"

He stared at her, then looked around as she had done earlier, though for very different reasons. Thankfully, the store was big enough, having more than enough shelves, clothing racks, and random objects to either hide around or hide behind. She even saw a few plushes even bigger than her that would make for a good hiding place, though she questioned how a giant would fit into the store to buy one.

"I'll go hide," Luka agreed after an agonizing few seconds. He turned away, getting ready to walk, but stopped to look over his shoulder at her in confusion.

Right, she needed to go count.

Marinette headed off in the direction she'd pointed to, trying not to be obvious about staring at the things she passed on the way. Some of them were candy and snacks, but she didn't want to give Luka anything that wouldn't last. She didn't want to buy him any of the children's books either, because if they were called children's books then that meant it wouldn't be a gift for him when he wasn't a child anymore.

For the time being, she squatted down at the edge of one of the many shelves and covered her eyes, making due on the lie by counting aloud. Faintly, she could hear Luka's footsteps getting further away, straining her ears to hear them over her own voice until she was certain he was far enough from her.

By then, she carefully trailed off her counting until there was nothing but silence, freeing her to stand up and start exploring for a gift. If Luka saw her before he found a hiding spot, she could always claim that she never said how long she would count for.

Finding a balance between eyeing the toys she saw and looking out for anything dangerously Luka-colored, she went down an aisle at a time. Occasionally, she would stop to pick something up, like a pair of two squishy ladybugs forming a ball together, or a slug that made a funny clicking sound when she wiggled it, but nothing was calling to her as a gift for him. She knew Luka was a sweetheart and would like anything offered to him, but that wasn't a reason to not try.

As she tried to imagine what a "perfect gift" for Luka would even be like, she caught sight of something pink and blue on one of the shelves. She hurried over and, while she was briefly disappointed that it was only the back of the packaging that was blue, the pink color screamed her which made it serve as a good reminder of who this potential gift to Luka came from.

It was a clam shell. Marinette ran her fingertip along the ridges and noted that there was a little clip or force of some kind keeping it shut. It opened with a little effort, but nothing was inside; according to the advertisement, it was made to hold something, though didn't specify what.

Luka was someone who could use something to hold things. Eyeing the inside of the clam, she saw that there were even little slits that he could perhaps use for guitar picks. That might not've been the intention of the maker had in mind when they designed such a thing, but they didn't specify beyond "something," and guitar picks would be multiple somethings! Genius!

Taking the clam off the shelf, she ran through the store as fast as her little legs would carry her. She almost tripped and went face-first into the floor, but the sheer importance of the moment kept her upright.

Understanding enough about stores to know that she had to go to the cashier, she took one last wary look for any sign of Luka before handing them the clam. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the few coins she had, which were gathered meticulously over many days on the beach. She still recalled waiting for everyone to leave so she could look for coins they may have dropped, wanting to be ready in case something like this ever happened.

Giving them up to the cashier, they confirmed the price of the clam and returned it to her, as well as a single coin. The packaging had been taken off at her request, so she could fully take in the sight of the little storage clam and the nice weight it had.

Thankful for the deep pockets in the jacket she had, she slipped it inside, doubly thankful that the poofy design allowed for the clam's bulk to not be that noticeable. Then, with all that checked and confirmed, she set off to look for Luka.

By her estimation, it hadn't been that long since their game had started and she'd kept her eyes out for him the whole time, so she felt good about him not being suspicious that she'd been up to anything. Grinning to herself, she daydreamed about his potential reaction while searching for him between shelves and behind the giant plushies.

Tauntingly, she raised a hand to the side of her mouth and called, "Luuuuka~" She looked left, then right. "I'm gonna find y—"

She stopped when a rustling noise caught her attention, her focus shifting to one of the circular clothing racks that had fancy festival wear. Two pieces of clothing were pushed aside, Luka slowly stepping out from the gap he made.

Marinette blinked. They made eye contact and he froze halfway out of his hiding spot, a few confused seconds passing by before they both realized what happened.

He was so used to coming to her when she called his name that he did so without thinking.

Luka bowed his head, ashamed of having ruined their game. "Sorry."

Giggling, Marinette made her way over to him and snatched up his hand. It made her happy, knowing that they could both act silly together. "It's okay! My hand was lonely anyway!"

It wasn't a lie even if she'd planned to return to him casually. Things just felt better when he was around and she hadn't wanted to separate in the first place.

—————

Even over the hustle and bustle of the crowd as the afternoon began to transition to evening, Marinette could still hear the grumbling of Luka's stomach. She stopped, eyeing the source of the sound, and Luka turned to look at her.

"What?"

"Ah... I'm hungry," she told him. "Can we eat?"

An actual lie that time, but she'd been down this road before to know that it was necessary. They'd gotten into loops enough times of noticing that the other was hungry, the other insisting not to worry about it, and back and forth until finally they both decided to eat together. In retrospect, Luka may have given the same lie to her in the past.

It just seemed like such a waste to miss out on potential playtime to eat, but at least now they could have food they hadn't tried before.

Luka agreed, so they set about finding something they wanted. There were plenty of people down the streets waving around food and shouting out what she presumed was the name of it, but the two of them couldn't really make sense of it. Food there was so different from what they were used to that they probably wouldn't recognize anything anyway.

They debated on whether they should risk their money on chance, but then they heard the familiar word "blueberry" and looked over. Luka was a forest dweller and often brought Marinette fruit that he picked, so they both knew what those were.

In the woman's hands, however, were tiny round things that Marinette didn't recognize. They were closer to baby blue than the dark purplish-blue she was used to on blueberries, which confused her brain entirely as they did smell like blueberries. At Luka's asking, the woman listed off a few rough ingredients and the general process of baking them, but it all sounded like random words mashed together barring "blueberries" and "eggs."

"Here." She put her handful of treats back in the container she had them in, pulling out one in each hand and offering it to them. "Cuties like you can have one for free as a taste test."

Marinette exchanged a glance with Luka. She wasn't sure what the criteria was that the lady was using, but she could agree that he was cute: calm, quiet, and always with something sweet to say whenever he did speak.

"Okay," Marinette began, only to not take the one offered to her and point at Luka instead, "but Luka has to give it to me."

He didn't ask why, accepting both treats and holding one up to her mouth. Catching the woman's confused stare on her, Marinette felt compelled to explain anyway.

"My maman and papa told me not to take sweets from strangers, but Luka's not a stranger."

With that, she opened her mouth and let Luka slip the treat in at the same time he fed himself. The taste of blueberry filled her mouth as she bit down, the treat so tiny that she could only bite a few times before it was largely crumbs. The outside had been crisp, but inside it was soft and a little chewy, her tongue getting the full force of the fruit she would still insist it didn't look like.

She put a hand to her lips, letting out a tiny, pleased noise at the flavor, and heard something similar from Luka. It was an easy choice from there to buy it, though she already imagined that the single coin she had wouldn't buy much.

Luka, on the other hand, still had coins of his own. While she'd found hers on the beach, he sometimes found some that forest visitors had dropped, or those snatched up by birds and placed in nests for their shine. He bought enough that the both of them would've struggled to hold them even if they used both of their hands, but the woman settled the two piles onto edible pink paper for them, neatly crimped and folded so as to contain them well.

Walking off with the treats, they found a quiet place to sit and got to eating. Marinette imagined that her parents might have complained about her eating so much of something sweet, but it had fruit in it and it was a "treat" day anyway. They deserved to spoil themselves instead of thinking about such things.

"Why do all kids like sweet stuff?" she wondered aloud. "Some adults do too."

Luka hummed, not able to answer at first when his mouth was full. He swallowed, then guessed, "Maybe they have a spell on 'em?"

She looked down, eyes narrowed in suspicion as she poked the top of the pile. Nothing happened, at least beyond the treats moving from the little push. "All sweets? Do they wanna be eaten that bad?"

He shrugged, still mulling it over, and she took the time to shove a palmful into her mouth.

"What if we have the spell?" he suggested. "So it's not the sweets, and sometimes the spell goes away when we grow up?"

"So we're cursed when we get born?" She nodded along, invested in the hot new theory he just dropped. "I bet your mom could cure us. She's good with magic and potions."

"Mm." He stopped eating to consider that, lightly prodding and moving around the treats he still had, then countered, "But it'd be sad not to like these anymore."

"Yeah," she solemnly agreed. That was the trick of such a curse, she supposed, because why would someone want to take away how good sweets tasted?

The conversation lulled off as they dedicated themselves to enjoying the treats, cursed or otherwise. Marinette even tore a corner of the paper to taste, noting the strawberry undertones, and got an idea. With just a few, precious blueberry bites left, she curled the paper around them and shoved the whole thing directly into her mouth, flooding it with the taste of both berries at once.

Luka was wide-eyed at the motion, but not in any negative way. Rather, he thought it was an amazing idea and went about imitating her, slightly clumsier with curling the paper but it didn't affect the taste.

With any hunger satiated, they dusted off their hands like they'd done a hard day's work, then returned to enjoying the festivities.

—————

Neither of them were used to walking for so long. Knowing that, it was inevitable that their legs would start to tire, but the two of them had left it as a problem for their future selves.

Except now, though thankfully late in their adventure, the future had arrived and they reluctantly accepted that they had to rest. They searched for a quiet place where few people would be and settled on a library, having not even realized how much it was to deal with the crowd of people outside until they were away from it all.

A single librarian stood behind the front desk, idly sorting things they couldn't quite see. On the corner of the desk was a container of candy, either bribing material or congratulatory rewards for kids to read more, but they ignored them to traverse the rest of the library.

The rows of bookshelves almost felt like a maze of knowledge, but they eventually made it to a comfy little spot in a corner. There was a table, chairs, and a few books that were either abandoned or recommended for those who may've come by. Curious, Marinette grabbed one of the books to look at, but scowled when the cover showed blond hair that looked all too similar to her bully's.

Definitely abandoned books.

Luka was tired enough that he didn't even bother pulling out one of the chairs to sit on, opting to plop down on the floor and lean against the wall. Sympathetic, Marinette left the book re-abandoned on the table and went over to kneel at his side.

"You should sleep if you're tired," she encouraged.

He yawned, though tried to hide it with his hands. "There's a lot we didn't do yet."

She tapped her chin in thought. "Well... we didn't sleep yet? I can read you a story too."

Before he could answer, she pushed herself up and walked away to a small rack of more child-friendly books than the ones on the table. Their thinness made it perfect for her hands to hold comfortably, and she returned to Luka with a smile.

Then, considering something, she put the book down on Luka's lap and retrieved the heavier book she'd hated from the table. Dropping it next to their little spot, she sat down next to him and picked the thinner book back up.

"This one's to read," she explained, then pointed to the one she'd dropped. "That's for keeping you safe if anyone tries to wake you up."

He giggled at the exaggerated motion she made of whacking someone with the book. "I thought books were for learning things."

It was playful, but Marinette huffed and replied anyway, "They'll learn not to wake you up."

And that was that. She leaned against the wall with him, their bodies bumping together comfortably as she opened the book to the first page. Her ability to read aloud wasn't perfect and she stumbled on a couple words she'd seen but never spoken before, yet Luka didn't complain.

Eventually, she felt him relax against her, looking over to see that his eyes were shut and his breathing had slowed. She debated with herself on continuing to read, but the book didn't seem as fun when they weren't looking at it together.

Her eyelids drooped, the letters blurring as the sleepiness started to take her too. She had promised to protect Luka while he napped, but she could already hear his voice in her head, telling her that she couldn't protect him if she didn't protect herself first.

Making a compromise with herself, she turned further towards him, settling the book on his lap and placing her hands atop it. His scent was familiar as she snuggled against him and, if she really focused on it, she could still smell the flowers they had picked and put on each other the other day.

The scent on her, unfortunately, had probably washed off by then, but that was fine. They still had the memories even if the scent didn't linger, and that thought lulled her fully into secure slumber.

—————

"Hey... hey there, come on," a gentle, deep voice said. "Wake up."

Marinette whined, glaring off at nothing as she slowly opened her eyes, then lifted her head up towards the source of the wake-up call. It was the librarian, who looked worriedly down at the both of them, just out of whacking distance.

"I wanted to let you two sleep, but it's getting late," he told her. "Aren't your parents worried about you?"

Honestly? Probably not. Her parents were nice but didn't have much of a hands-on approach - probably assumed she lost track of time somewhere - whereas Luka's mom was fully aware where they were and what they were doing. She looked outside to get an estimate of the time, the fairy lights hung just outside the window glowing as bright as ever.

Because it was as late as ever.

Marinette jolted, eyes wide open as she turned to Luka. She didn't even have time to wonder if she'd have to whack herself for trying to wake him, too panicked as she grabbed his shoulder and gave him a shake.

"Luka! Luka, Luka!"

He groaned as he stirred from her efforts. His body was sluggish and might've fallen over had she not had a firm grip on him. "M-Marinette...?"

"It's late!" she cried out. "Late late!"

He blinked slowly at her, because normally it being "late late" wouldn't be a concern for either of them. However, his brain finally caught up and he became wide awake in an instant, pushing himself to his feet as the book fell from his lap to the floor. "We have to go!"

"Yeah!" She hurriedly gathered the two books to set them on the table, barely giving the librarian a "thank you" before her hand grabbed Luka's and they were off. The little corner they'd taken minutes to find after coming in through the front door took only seconds to backtrack from, the two of them working as a tiny unit to force the door open as fast as possible with their free hands.

Ignoring any glances they might've gotten from adults, they ran around and past anyone they could. Occasionally, they might've bumped something or someone, taking up more space from being side-by-side as they were, but their grip on each other was solid and they refused to let go of each other even for convenience.

Before long, they headed back into the forest, Marinette allowing Luka to lead since he was the one who knew the way. Swerving around trees and ducking under branches, it was clear that he was trying to take the quickest route possible.

It was hard to gauge the time anymore, the moon completely out of sight due to the vast foliage above them. Still, Marinette could catch them smell of the ocean, so she felt they could still make it before—

"Ah—!"

She fell forward, Luka stumbling along with her as they both hit the ground. She raised her head to apologize, certain that her legs had finally given out, but then she looked behind her.

In place of her legs was her mermaid tail, bright pink and shimmering like it'd never left. The only evidence that she'd gone to a human village at all was the bracelet she'd put on, which nicely fit right above the fins at the end. She turned her head back to Luka and, sure enough, his naga tail had come back as well.

There was only one conclusion to draw: that the potions his mother had given them had worn off. She groaned, mentally cursing her luck that they'd turned back just before they got to the ocean. To Luka, it was hardly a problem so long as they were out of the village where they could no longer be seen, but not so much with Marinette.

She wiggled her tail and tried to push herself up, but to no avail. She couldn't move on land like he did, only awkwardly crawl or drag herself.

"Marinette," Luka called, fretting. He looked her over worriedly for injuries and reached for her arm when he found none. "Here, hold onto me."

She pouted as he helped her up and guided her hand to his shoulder. "I'm gonna be heavy."

"Nu-uh," he huffed, like it was a personal offense to him if he couldn't lift her.

Slowly, she slipped both of her arms around his neck while he grabbed her waist, straightening up and reorienting the both of them. He kept one hand at her back, the other supporting her tail so they could continue on their way.

She still protested, but he didn't complain, grunt, or show any signs that he was bothered on their way back to the beach. The trees slowly made way for vast skies and pink sand, but she clung a little tighter to him even as she stared out at the familiar sights that should've been home.

They both readied themselves, Luka's arms tensing while she prepared herself to leap. With one precise, strong toss, he threw her upwards and she flung in an arc to land safely back in the water. The crisp, clear world aboveground turned blurry when she looked up, the water distorting it into shapes she knew weren't real.

Popping her head back up above the surface, she looked out at Luka, who had made himself comfortable on the beach. He was leaning back, his hands almost lost in the sand and supporting him as he tried to catch his breath.

"Sorry," she murmured.

He raised a brow at her, puzzled, then offered her a smile. "I had fun."

He'd changed the subject, not even acknowledging the apology like he truly didn't need it. Marinette mirrored the smile back at him, agreeing, "Me too. Maybe we can go again?"

The immediate nod was reassuring. Though it ended rather stressfully, that didn't take away from the experience overall.

She also noticed then that their clothes from the waist up had stayed on: one more happy reminder of their secret adventure. She grinned wider, gripping her jacket and pulling it tight against herself, but something ridged, large, and round nudged at her side as she did.

Gasping, her eyes lit up in recognition. She twisted, awkwardly fighting the wet fabric and the drag of the water to reach into the pocket. "Oh, um, Luka, I got..."

Sand shifted nearby as Luka came closer to her, the tide just barely missing him. Marinette retrieved the clam and swam closer, struggling a bit with the shore but managing to find a comfortable place where she could "sit."

"Here! It's for you!" she exclaimed, holding the clam out to him. It was wet, but a quality enough product that it wasn't damaged or worn from it. "I bought it at the store we went to."

He gaped at her, leaning forward to take a closer look. Nearly losing his balance, he thrust his hands into the wet sand and hovered over the gift while she presented it to him. "Really? For me?"

"For you!" she echoed. Popping the clam open, she pointed at the slits on the inside and explained, "You can hold things inside, like your guitar picks! Neat, right?"

Though, when she looked at it again, she wondered if it was really enough for her best friend, who'd been upgraded just that day to best best friend. A storage container was nice, but was giving someone an empty one equivalent to giving them a gift box with nothing inside? Surely there was something she could put in it.

An idea struck a moment later, Marinette pulling back and turning the inside of the clam towards her. Raising it to her lips, she kissed the inner part of the top for good luck before slamming the clam shut with a satisfying click, wanting to make sure the luck didn't have a chance to escape.

That way, she figured, the bottom could store his guitar picks and the top could store the good luck. It was taking full advantage of all the space inside.

Holding it carefully with both hands, she extended her arms towards him with a hopeful smile. "Do you like it?"

He was speechless, having not expected to get any gift that day beyond his time with her. His lips pressed together in a pout, wobbly with emotion as he raised a hand to take the gift from her.

However, he stopped short, noticing the wet sand still caking his hand. Unwilling to touch her gift with dirty hands, he reached into the water to flap his hands about inside to try and clean them. While that did most of the job, he remained dissatisfied and grabbed at his jacket, pulling it off to wipe his hands on it.

Throwing the jacket-turned-towel aside, he finally took the clam from her and cradled it to his chest. Marinette's heart ached pleasantly, seeing that it was already something precious to him.

"Thanks. I love it," he whispered.

They stayed there for just a minute longer in each other's company, no longer fearing any time limit urging them into action. Their friendship was powerful despite only a year of knowing each other, of having to meet in secret at the shore when no one else was around, of Luka's mother "stealing" Marinette away to show her their home when viable, and of risky adventures created through human disguises.

There would inevitably be a time in the future where they wouldn't be able to do it anymore. They would get older, busier, and it would be harder to keep meeting on the shore. Even further in the future, one of them may even have to make a choice to ensure they never part again.

But in the blissful innocence of childhood, they could simply enjoy their time together.

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