#i hate the idea of tomorrows drawing class but eh!

[sar3nka]

Time to read something ungodly on ao3 and go sleepies 🙏

[mississimpi]

A wip that i decided to do after a few matches with a friend ಥ⌣ಥ

[mommymooze]

Anxious Restraint

Sylvain x reader  

Warning: war, death, destruction, sad families, blood, injuries

Its a beautiful day during Great Tree Moon. Your nose is filled with the mixed scents of the flowers that are blooming everywhere, their petals catch in the winds and scatter across the cobblestones. You are strolling quietly through the pathways  of the school having just left one of your classes and heading to your next when you are suddenly joined by a fellow student, interrupting your thoughts about the upcoming battle.

Apparently, you have caught the eye of the school’s skirt-chaser, the notorious Sylvain Gautier. “Hey beautiful, how are you doing today?” He smoothly slithers up to your side, brushing his elbow up against yours.

“I’m fine, Sylvain” you respond listlessly, wishing this conversation was already over.

With his ‘every girl wants a piece of a guy who smiles like this’ look plastered on his face, he continues, “Want to grab some dinner with me today? Such a beautiful day would be even better if we shared a little time together, eh?”

Eyes straight ahead, you keep walking as if he’s not even there. “No thanks, I have to work on my magic and I was going to practice after grabbing a bite in the dining hall.”

“What about tomorrow?” He pushes.

“Tomorrow I have a test.” You just want him to stop. Mother taught you not to be rude, but he is testing every bit of your patience.

“And the next day?” He sounds desperate.

“Working with Felix on my sword skills. And improving my Pegasus riding so I can be a dark flier. I really have to get going.” Your voice getting louder as you run at top speed to anywhere before you lose your temper.

Sylvain is left in the dust, again. You’re in the same class as he is. You haven’t known him long, but Ingrid fills you in on his life history of philandering.  Classes keep everyone busy. You have to study fairly hard, but you are rewarded with great grades. Sylvain is smart, but doesn’t apply himself, he tells you he shouldn’t have to bother to be the best because no matter what, his dad’s just going to make him take his place someday. Seems like every time you see him he has a different girl hanging off his arm. He still asks you out once or twice a month. More out of a force of habit than anything else.

Time flies by with unusual problems happening quite frequently at the monastery. The Church sends the students out to fight their battles for them on a regular basis. Classes are taught, battles are won, then suddenly war is declared. The battle of Garreg Mach leaves everyone numb. You head home to find it is gone, the whole village burnt to the ground. Everyone you knew is gone, you’re unsure as to who lived and who died.  You become part of a mercenary group, continuing to fight and develop your skills and battle techniques. Your group will take any job that will take down Empire soldiers or people allied with them. Yuri hires your group a few times. Most of your jobs are in the Kingdom and Alliance territories.

Five years pass and you find yourself back at Garreg Mach, wondering if your friends will be there for the reunion planned so long ago. You are completely shocked when Byleth appears, fighting alongside a battleworn and feral Dimitri.

Once the battle ends the Blue Lions light up the stove in the kitchen, salvage what they can and cook up food that doesn’t quite go together but gets something in their stomachs for the night. Sitting around a table in the dining hall they each tell their stories of what they have been doing the past five years. Most of them protected their territories, saving their people. Byleth was sleeping, Dimitri is absent, everyone draws their own conclusions on what his time was spent on.

Sylvain finds you alone one afternoon sitting on a bench after having spent the entire day organizing and cleaning the library. “So you became a mercenary? You could have come to Gautier or even Fraldarius. Felix and I would have helped you. You didn’t have to be alone.” He said, sounding sad.

“I guess I needed to find myself after everything I knew was gone. I felt like I had to crawl my way up from the bottom. I refused to give up. I hadn’t planned on being a mercenary. I knew I wanted to keep fighting, keep working to be stronger, needing to make a difference for the right cause. Waking up every day knowing that I would work to improve the lives of the people, sure it didn’t win any major battles. But it made a difference to them. I gave them hope. Stealing supply wagons from the Empire and taking them to those that were starving or had no way to protect themselves kept me moving forward all of this time. I may have lost all of my things, but I gained a true purpose.

The next few days are filled with finding places to sleep, hunting and gathering food, repairing rooms and critical buildings, and greeting others that have returned such as Seteth and Flayn with the Knights of Seiros. You work with Byleth, offering to train anyone in reason magic.

Sylvain comes to your classes. You notice that he behaves himself, having grown up somewhat, and actually studies and gains better control of his magic. He finds you in the training grounds late one night, working with the new recruits and decides to lend a hand, helping them with their incantations, manipulation of runes or simply being encouraging.

Finally, the last student leaves. You wave as you grab your tomes and notes. Sylvain takes a seat on a nearby bench.

“You have your spellcasting mastered. I can really see the improvement since we were students.” Sylvain genuinely smiles.

You have a look of shock on your face. That has to be the sincerest compliment he has ever given you. “Um…thanks.” You weakly smile.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He says waving as he turns.

You stumble after him quickly. “Sylvain, thank you very much for helping me tonight. If you hadn’t, I could have been here until morning. That was really sweet.”

He flashes a grin at you and heads out the door. You are confused. The Sylvain you remembered from before the war was always flirting and shirking work. Now he’s helping with working and training. He actually volunteers. Maybe he really is growing up.

Battles come and battles go. Being the eye in the sky, you are always watching out for your friends. After surviving for this many years of war, it would be heart wrenching to lose any of them now. You throw a Thoron into a group of archers that are terrorizing Felix. You guide Ingrid to help Ashe when someone is sneaking up on him. Always, always you have one eye on Sylvain, making sure he doesn’t get himself surrounded or run through on an enemy’s lance. The fights are all the same, only the names of the places change and the numbers of scars on everyone ever increases.

Reclaiming the Capital is a painful battle. Everyone’s heart breaks seeing the city in such ruin. The people are hiding from the soldiers on both sides. Titanus running amok cutting down everything in their paths. You fly quickly, attacking the Empire from the air, then leading innocent citizens to safety and hauling the wounded back to the rear of the lines to get healed. Fire and smoke is everywhere. Your Pegasus is breathing hard and needs a break. You leave it with the other beasts not currently in the fight and run in on foot to see where you can assist.  You scurry back to where you had seen the heaviest fighting just in time to see the last Titanus fall with a thundering crash. Dimitri, Dedue, Felix and Sylvain are dashing towards Cornelia. As soon as you are in range you hit her two closest archers with Swarm-z, slowing them down as well as injuring them. Felix and Sylvain defeat the enemies quickly. Dedue and Dimitri are facing Cornelia. Angered by your magic, she casts Luna Λ at you.  Normally you have a fairly high magic resistance, however this is a dark magic spell that doesn’t care what your resistance is, it’s going to hit and hit hard. Your last thoughts before you lose consciousness is that your friends can finish this easily and you are glad you’re on the ground and not falling off your Pegasus.

Waking up on a hard cot in the makeshift infirmary of the palace you hear the sounds of people walking softly and whispering all around. You mentally take inventory, wiggling toes and twitching fingers. Opening your eyes you have to blink a few times before you can finally get them to focus. At first you only see oranges and blacks, then you can focus a bit and see Sylvain and Annette standing at the foot of your cot. You see her point your direction and he turns to face you. He was frowning but when your eyes meet his, his face relaxes.

Kneeling down at the head of your bed he says softly, “Hey, welcome back. Think you can take a drink for me?” pulling a waterskin to your lips and lifting your head a bit, helping you take a few sips.

The water is cool and feels amazing on your parched throat. “Mmmm. Thanks.” You whisper as you smile up at him.

“Let’s see. What did you miss? After Cornelia hit you with that spell, she was easily taken down by Dimitri and Dedue. The fighting was over soon after that, we just had to take out a few pockets of enemy soldiers here and there.  As you can tell we took over the royal palace. The people rallied outside and demanded Dimitri to present himself to them. They’re accepting him as king and happy to have him back. Your Pegasus is in the royal stables, Ingrid was able to coax her in there. I had no idea she hates men so much, I almost lost my right hand, gauntlet and all.” Sylvain chuckles softly.

“Sorry. She was probably mad at me for leaving her in the first place. Glad I did.” You take another drink, the fog in your head lifting a little more.

Sylvain looks up at Annette, who is getting some bandages together for another patient. “Do you think she’ll be able to make it to the party tonight?”

“If she behaves. She’ll have to take it easy.” The shorter redhead points at you. “No dancing the night away.”

The cavalier pats your shoulder, “It’s nothing big, just the Lions hanging out together, to relax a minute before the next battle. Gotta take a break sometime, right?”

“I will try to make it. I haven’t even tried to sit up yet.” You mumble.

“When you’re ready we’ll sit you up. If you want to eat we’ll get you some food.” He begins, “After you’ve settled a bit we’ll try to get you walking around and show you to a room so you can clean up and change. I’ll come by before the party and help you get there if you want to go. Sometimes these corridors can all look alike. Wouldn’t want you spending half the night trying to find your way there.”

“Sitting up sounds like a good start.” You propose, knowing that magical wounds take time you recall. There’s only so much healing magic and potions they can pour into you. You weren’t sliced open and didn’t lose blood. Mostly once you wake up, you could go about your business, just treading a bit more carefully.

The cavalier is tall and agile, stepping over a few empty cots with his long legs he grabs a wooden chair and sits it down at the head of your bed. Before you can start to turn to stand up, he picks you up and gently places you seated in the chair.

“Wow.” You gasp. “Um..thanks.” a tinge of red warms across your cheeks.

“I grabbed one with arms so if you’re still tired you would have something to lean on. Are you feeling alright so far?”  He has the tiniest upturn to the corners of his mouth.

He looks adorable, you think to yourself. Wait. Sylvain. Adorable? Um…hey brain, are you going to answer him? “My head is a bit fuzzy.”

“I’ll check on you in a while, in time for lunch, ok?” the redhead says as he pats your hand while he walks past and leaves.

You sit looking around the room. Soldiers mixed with citizens. A woman with her baby is holding hands with a man that looks like he was badly burned. You can see the strength and determination in her face, she is being strong for him. A young boy sitting by the cot of an older man that is sleeping. The clerics are checking bandages, stopping to talk to every patient and giving them words of encouragement. The physical fighting here has ended, now everyone is gathering themselves together, healing, and getting ready to rebuild and make a better world.

You start moving yourself, getting your blood flowing and stretching, kicking your feet for a while then holding them up in the air. Soon you feel brave enough to try to stand up. Putting your feet on the ground you use the chair to help you stand on your own feet. You don’t feel like falling over, no affects so far except for some anxiety. You spy a chair 15 feet away and decide to go the distance. Your first few steps are taken gingerly, but you gain a bit of confidence and make it the last few steps fine. Sitting down your legs gave a bit so you came down a bit hard, but it felt good to move. Now you realize that you are in a simple gown and socks. Not exactly the best clothes for heading out of here, hopefully someone will be by soon to tell you what to do next. After taking a careful stroll back to your original chair, you spy Annette coming down the row of cots, checking on patients. You take a sip of water and wait for your turn.

“How’s your head? Any signs of a headache? Any pain anywhere?” Her bright and cheery smile always makes you smile back at her.

“I feel pretty good. Whoever worked on me did an amazing job. I just have a tiny headache. I’ve even been taking a few steps back and forth between the chairs here. So what should I do next?”

Annette reaches under your cot for a small bundle. ”We have a change of clothes and boots for you.” She shows you to the bathroom to change. You nod happily, “I would love to get real clothes on. It gives you the mental kick like you’re getting back to normal.”

“You have a great attitude! I’ll bet you’re fine in no time.” The redhead bubbles, walking with you to the powder room.

Clothes changed, washing your face and hands, you feel like a gold bullion. No mirrors in here, probably so the recovering wounded are not shocked about how they look after battle and keep concentrating on healing. You feel much more confident walking back to the chair by your cot.  Observing the healers running around, you feel quite useless and guilty for not being able to help them.  Before you spiral too far into a frustrating mindset, Sylvain arrives.

“Look at you, all ready to go!” He smiles. “They said if I take it easy with you, we can get you to the dining hall. Ready to give it a go?” He stands next to your chair, his elbow ready for you to grab it for support if needed.

“Sounds wonderful.” You stand up and place your hand on his forearm letting him lead you out of the infirmary.

The first few times he spies a bench he checks if you want to rest or keep going. The continued movement is a little tiring, but also feels really good getting your heart pumping. Once you really begin to feel tired you are already at the dining hall. Felix, Ingrid and Ashe already at the table with their food.

“Welcome back!” Ingrid smiles, waving with a roll in her hand. Felix does his usual nod in your general direction. Ashe waves excitedly as he tries to chew whatever he has in his mouth faster.

“Great to see you!” Ashe begins, switching to recalling his view of the end of the battle. “I saw Cornelia hit you with that spell, it was so scary. You were taking out her archers protecting her and then Bam! This ball of black and purple hit you and you go down. Dimitri and Dedue took her out and when Felix and Sylvain finished her other archers they put you on Sylvain’s horse and he took you straight back to the healers.”

Sylvain returns to the table with a tray full of food. “So I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, so I brought a few things. Doesn’t matter because whatever you don’t eat, Ingrid will finish for you.”

“Hey!” Ingrid puts her hands on her hips, pouting for a second. Then she changes her mind. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

You decide the soup and a soft roll may be a good place to start. Everyone chats about things that happened in the fight, trying to concentrate on good things that happened such as saving a child or protecting a merchant.

“Oh Ingrid! Thank you for taking care of my Pegasus and getting her stabled.” You happily pat her hand in thanks.

“It was nothing. She was being feisty and knucklehead over there tried to grab her reins and she didn’t take to it too kindly.” Ingrid grinned at the cavalier. “they are not the same as horses!”

The redhead puts his hands up, “I get it! I get it!”

Lunch ends and before you get a chance Sylvain grabs everyone’s dishes and piles them on his tray to take back.

You raise an eyebrow at Ingrid, she shrugs her shoulders. Felix and Ashe are already out the door talking about some training they are interested in. Ingrid says she will check on your Pegasus and let you know this evening how things are. You assure her you’re going to try to make the gathering tonight.

Sylvain returns, placing his arm at the ready, you grab on and as he escorts you, talking about his history here, having grown up frequently visiting the palace, how he would chase Ingrid, Dimitri and Felix down the halls until they would get in trouble and their amazing snowball fights in the courtyards.  He leads you down the corridor to your room. Annette and Mercedes are staying in the room next to yours.

“Who am I bunked up with?” You wonder.

“Nobody. This is all for you. The room is huge with a sitting area, a grand fireplace, a huge bed with multiple fluffy pillows and a bathroom with bathtub big enough to swim in. You spy your bags set on tables next to the dressers.

“I am so confused.” You don’t realize you are speaking out loud. “Why this special treatment? I’m just like everyone else. I don’t understand?”

“Remember when we were up against Cornelia?” Sylvain explains. “The person she looked at, the one she needed to stop first wasn’t Dimitri, wasn’t Dedue, it was you. You’re the most powerful mage we have.  Sure, Annette is pretty amazing, but she can’t do the damage you do. Cornelia saw it. I know you can dance circles around me. You’re pretty terrifying. We’re thrilled to have you on our side.”

You’re absolutely flabbergasted. You never compare yourself to anyone else. You go out, do your job. You feel a blush to your cheeks even though you find this hard to believe.

The redhead continues, “Then there’s the fact that you do this while flying on your Pegasus. We’ve seen you do maneuvers on that animal that shock Ingrid. You make some seriously fast dives, then stop. The wind force from its wings is stronger than some of Annette’s spells. I’ve seen enemy archers rolling over backwards from it.”

You could be knocked over by a Pegasus feather. You’re just a regular person in the army and he’s put you up on a pedestal…wait. This is Sylvain you’re thinking about. But it’s not his usual flirting escapades. Where is that flirtatious attitude anyway? You have spent a lot of time with him today and walked past plenty of pretty ladies, but you can’t recall his saying hello or paying a compliment to any of them.

“I think I should get a nap.” You say, not sure if you’re overwhelmed or tired or both.

“I’ll let you rest then. I’ll be back for you to get you to the party in plenty of time. See you in a few hours!” Sylvain smiles widely as he heads out the door, closing it behind him.

You sneak over to the door, hearing his footsteps going off into the distance. You peek out to watch him head down the long hallway. You watch him walk past a few female fellow soldiers without a hitch in his step. He comes to the end of the hallway where a cute maid is dusting a portrait and he just keeps going, not even giving the maid a sideways glance. Who is this guy and what have they done with Sylvain? You’re not sure, but you need to find out.

You decide a bath then a nap may clear your head. There are wonderful smelling soaps with flowers imbedded in them and something that smells fresh and relaxing for your hair. Cleansed and warm, it is definitely nap time. You comb your hair out, braiding it a bit and surround yourself by the fluffy pillows. You are asleep as soon as your head hits the pillows.

Several hours later you wake up, glad to see it’s not dark outside yet. You dress in a soft blue tunic and black slacks with your boots. You let your braids loose so your hair can dry. You head next door to visit Annette and Mercedes.

“Knock, knock, anyone home?” You chuckle.

“Hey! Come in!” Annette’s bubbly voice calls back. You enter, hmm, their room is much smaller than yours. You frown.

“Merci’s in the bath right now. Do you feel well enough to join us tonight?” Annette is looking at two outfits she has laid out on the bed, trying to decide which dress to wear.

“I’m about ready. I need to fix my hair a bit, that’s all.” You pause. “Annie, if I ask you some questions will you answer me honestly?”

“Pssshhh. Of course. We have no secrets.” The blue eyed woman smiles from ear to ear.

You want to ask her the right way, not fishing for compliments, because you don’t want that. “So. I’m just one of the many mages in the army, right? I’m no different than any other Pegasus rider. Just a regular old normal person.”

“Well…” Annette scrunches her eyebrows and puts her finger to her chin. “For Faith magic, nobody can beat Merci. Reason magic I’m pretty good, but you’re better than me, and Byleth too. You’re the only one that can cast Dark magic. Byleth does call on you frequently to do some very tough jobs, being out on the front lines where normally mages are not.”

“You can be quite scary!” Laughs Mercedes as she emerges from the bath in a short tunic and her slips. “A bolt of darkness coming down like a demon on the dark wings of your steed.”

“I guess I’m just confused by Sylvain. Did Byleth tell him to watch over me or something?” You look so flustered.

Mercie puts her hand over her mouth to hide a giggle.

“You should have seen him when he saw Cornelia hit you with her spell!” Annette is leaning so far forward off the bed she’s going to fall over any minute. “You fell over and he tried to run over there. Felix nearly pulled his arm out of his socket. He had to stay and finish the archers. Sylvain insisted on getting you back to the healer’s tent as fast as possible.”

“Why am I in a big room at the end of the hall all by myself? Shouldn’t I be bunked with someone?” You are grasping at anything trying to make sense of today.

“That could be from me.” Mercedes advises. “I did tell Dimitri that you need peace and quiet, healing from a magic injury is impeded by stress like loud noises or bad roommates.”

You shake your head a bit. Maybe you’re just tired and after a good night’s sleep you’ll be better in the morning. You remind yourself not to stay up too late at the party.

The three of you chat a bit, getting into gossip and girl talk. Dimitri and Byleth have been getting closer now that he has been feeling much better. You elbow the red-headed mage sitting next to you on the bed, teasing her about a certain dedicated swordsman. She refuses to admit if they have kissed yet, but by the redness on her cheeks, there is something going on there for sure. Mercedes admits to having a few cooking dates with Dedue. He is showing her how to make some dishes. She’s always felt comfortable baking desserts but not cooking main courses and side dishes.

The two ladies corner you asking if you have your heart set on anyone. Sheepishly you have to shrug your shoulders. You haven’t had time to do much beyond teaching the new mages and their battalions, being sent on a few covert missions, and working with the Pegasus knights training, working the stables and working out with your own steed. You see Ingrid the most of the group, frequently Dorothea would be hanging out nearby waiting for her.

Suddenly you notice the time and need to get back to your room to finish getting ready. You wave goodbye and will see them in a little while. There is a lovely vanity with an adjustable mirror. You take a seat and decide to braid your hair in one of the more intricate braids like Petra had shown you in recent months. Tying it with a white ribbon you leave it on your right shoulder.  Dusting your cheeks with a light rouge and dabbing your lips with a bit of color you’re done. This has probably been the closest you’ve been to being dressed up since the war started.

A knock on the door brings your attention back from staring at your face in the mirror. You walk quickly to the door to find Sylvain there, smiling brightly.

“You look…like you are feeling much better. Did you get to rest?” he asks.

“I feel great, I’m sure tomorrow I will feel even better.” You smile as he steps back to let you exit the room and he closes the door behind you. You grab the crook of his elbow like you had done earlier and he leads you to the parlor where the gathering is taking place.

“It is great to just hang out together for once. It has been exhausting.” Sylvain announces.

“War takes so much out of you. We have come so far, just a little bit more.” You sigh wistfully.

“The end is in sight.” The tall redhead says quietly. After a pause, he asks, “So have you thought about what you’re going to do after the war?”

“I don’t know.” You slow your pace, trying to gather your thoughts as you walk. “I’ve been so busy with the war, its hard to think about it being over. There is still going to be a million things that have to be done. Setting up government, rebuilding, trying to get everyone to work together. The work never ends.”

“Well, let’s not think about all that work for tonight.” He says as he pauses outside the room. “Let’s relax for just a bit before it all starts over again tomorrow.”

Inside the parlor is a large table with many chairs. Tables loaded with foods, fruits, savory treats and desserts. A large circle of comfortable chairs, couches, loveseats and settees with small tables scattered between them is the right, a few seats already occupied by Dedue, Dimitri, Byleth and Ingrid.

Everyone stands and greets you as you enter. You hug them all, so happy to be back together with everyone. Sylvain holds his hands out hopefully.

“Of course, you didn’t get one yet either.” You smile as you place your arms around him for his hug as well. He smells good. He hugs back ever so gently, his touch is feather light.

Byleth returns to the settee that she is sharing with Dimitri and asks you to sit next to her. You take a spot on the loveseat and chat with her about what happened during the battle from her point of view and she shares how proud she is of everyone. The rest of the Blue Lions filter into the room. Sylvain hands you a glass of water with lemon slices in it then walks over to talk to Felix who has found the spicy meatballs.

Once everyone has a drink in hand, Dimitri offers a toast thanking them all for their help in taking back the Kingdom capital. Plaudits of the attendees fill the room.

The conversations are lively. Ashe sits next to you for a while, talking about some new books he has ordered and offers to let you read them after he is finished. Annette also sits next to you for a while, talking about all of the different and delicious desserts. You prefer the peach tart, however you agree that the strawberry cheesecake is simply divine. The redhead then joins Felix on the couch on the other side of the room. Sylvain stands between you and Byleth, talking about differences in armor quality and comparing different blacksmiths. You invite him to ‘take a load off’ has he likes to say to others, as you move to let him sit next to Byleth and you sit on the other side of the seat, patting the loveseat for him to sit himself. He nods and smiles as he takes a seat and continues his conversation with the former Professor. Mercedes bustles through the room, taking your empty plate and another that Annette had left on the side table.

Sylvain finishes his conversation and looks out into the room. You tap him on the hand to get his attention.

“What have you been up to today?” You ask him.

“I had to work on repairs for my saddle, one of the cinching straps had become frayed. I don’t need it breaking and falling off in the middle of battle. I also had to make sure my horse is in great shape, trimmed her hooves and then took her out for a ride. I used to ride a lot out here with Dimitri. It was good to feel the wind through my hair, the sun on my back and simply ride just for the sake of riding.”

“That sounds delightful.” You think wistfully. “Just going for a ride to be riding. Can’t wait to be able to do that again.”

“Any time you are up for it I would be happy if you would like to join me.” Sylvain smiles.

You gently wrap your tiny hand around his much larger, calloused hand. “Sounds great.”

Another hour of chatting with your friends goes by until a yawn suddenly escapes your lips.

Sylvain immediately notices. “Looks like you have had enough fun for today. I should take you back, okay?”

“Mmmm. I agree. Mercedes will tie me to a cot if I don’t rest.” You giggle

Mercedes laughs, “I have ways of making you sleep.” Her voice is much deeper, lower than normal as she squints her eyes menacingly. She wiggles her fingers in a creepy taunting manner at you, making you laugh even more. Sylvain stands and offers his elbow for you to take. Both of you bid goodnight to everyone as you head back out to the corridors of the palace. You are silent as you both walk back to your room. At the door he is preparing to take his leave.

Placing your hand on his shoulder you stop him from moving. “I would like to talk with you, that is, if you want to speak with me as well.”

He gives a slight smile and follows you into your room. You move to the sitting area. You take a seat on a soft cushioned char, he sits on an identical chair next to you.

“First, thank you so much for all of the help you have provided to me today. Bringing water, helping steady me in the hallways, and making certain I was not lost wandering the palace looking for the party.” You say this with all the sincerity you can muster, placing your left hand on your chest to show your heartfelt thanks.

“It was the least I could do. You have given of yourself over and over, it was wonderful being able to help you today.” A tinge of red covers his cheeks. “You really should get some rest.”

You really want to talk to him but he is right, you can barely keep your eyes open. He opens the door to leave, but you hold your arms out to give him a hug goodnight. He gently wraps his arms around yours as you press your cheek into his chest, exhaling with a sigh. You wave as he steps through the threshold and closes the door.

 The early morning war council is held in one of the palace’s meeting rooms. Dimitri shares a message delivered to him earlier this morning. It is a plea for assistance from the alliance, Claude asks for help in Derdriu. Everyone agrees to make the detour to the city then head on towards Enbarr to finish the war.

Arriving at the coastal city, Claude has done an excellent job preparing the city for the fight with the Empire. The battle zone has been evacuated of the citizens and merchants. They only ones involved in the fighting are soldiers. The Kingdom’s army is motivated and strong, overtaking the Empire forces in record time.

There is a meeting between Dimitri, Byleth and Claude. Claude announces he is headed for his own future and wishes everyone well.

The Kingdom marches for Enbarr. The final battle in the war. Edelgard does nothing to prepare the citizens, they flee in the streets as the fight rages around them. The fight is long and bloody. There is no surrendering by Edelgard, she and Hubert fight until their last breath.

You volunteer to stay behind, but Ashe, Ingrid, Dorothea, Linhardt and Caspar remain to start the repairs and healing from the war. The rest return to the north. Sylvian and Felix return to their territories to check on everything and keep their lands going.

Back in the Kingdom capital, your days are filled with rebuilding, not just the buildings, but the mind and bodies of the citizens. You are always amongst the people, one day clearing rubble, the next helping in the orphanages, another day watching a mother’s children so she could take care of business. You explain you are doing this for king and country. If there is anyone to thank, it is Dimitri.

Soon everyone is gathered here again, this time for Dimitri’s coronation. The ceremony is long. Byleth being the archbishop has the honor of placing the crown upon the king. There are so many speeches and the lords of every territory must approach the king and promise their allegiance.

A grand ball celebrating the coronation is held in the evening. King Dimitri is seated at the head table, next to Archbishop Byleth. Felix is next to Dimitri as his chief advisor, Dedue next to him as his Vassal. Ashe and Ingrid are knights, standing guard behind them. They insisted on working, reveling in the honor of being among the first to protect the newly crowned King.

You sit with Annette, Mercedes, Dorothea, Caspar, Linhardt and Sylvain. The conversation is never ending, you haven’t seen several of them for months, so everyone has to catch up. Mercedes and Dedue are engaged. Annette and Felix are officially a couple, as well as Caspar and Linhardt. You have been busy helping restore the school of sorcery. They have been begging you to become a teacher, you are still considering your options.

The orchestra on the opposite side of the ballroom begins to play. The king and archbishop take the floor, starting the dancing for the remaining couples. Sylvain had been seated next to Dorothea and they spoke quietly with each other several times during dinner. You would look up and smile at him and he would always return the gesture.

After the first song ends, it was time for the rest of the couples to dance. You are shocked when he stands and walks over to you, asking you to dance with him. He takes your hand and leads you to the floor. The first few minutes you smile at each other. Then you hear him sigh. You catch his eyes and he smiles at you.

“I’ve missed you.” Sylvain whispers softly in your ear.

“I was hoping you lived close enough that you could come visit here more frequently. Maps can be quite deceiving.” You frown briefly, “How are things in Gautier?”

Sylvain seems to stiffen a bit. “My father is going to step down, leaving me to take his place.”

You try not to frown, “Is that what you want to do?”

He hesitates as the song is ending and he asks you to step outside with him. You stroll through the gardens together, the smell of moist earth and roses fills the air. You stop far enough away that the brightness of the party no longer blocks the light of the stars on this perfectly clear night.

He seats you on a bench, taking a the spot next to you. He leans back and looks up at the stars.

You can’t look away from his face, so you simply watch him watching the twinkling in the skies.

He gently takes your hand in his. “I never wanted to take my father’s place. I never wanted to be like him or like he wanted me to be. I was always such a rebel. I wanted to ruin the world around me, pay it back for all the pain that I had been through. There was nothing that I was looking forward to, being forced to fit in the mold that my father made for me. When they had announced that Dimitri would be executed it made my father physically ill. The kingdom had fallen that day to him. He had no hope left. He stopped pushing me to get married. He couldn’t arrange anything, not knowing who would come out victorious. He didn’t know if he would be keeping his position or would the Empire trample him into the ground. He stopped leaning on me that I would have to be the next margrave, not having any idea how long he was to be the current one. I no longer had anything to defy, to rebel against. I pulled back. I had to learn how to take care of myself properly. Then we came back for the reunion. I had been feeling sorry for myself, then I found out you had lost everything. I saw how strong you had become. Even though you had nothing you had such passion to help everyone else to be better. It was so beautiful. I had never seen anything so beautiful. It wasn’t just a smile, a pretty face, it was radiating from so deep within you. I wanted to be near you, that’s why I had offered to help you, just to be near you. I knew I wasn’t worthy of you. But if I helped you at least I could be close to you. When Cornelia hurt you, I went mad. I thought you were dead. Felix brought me back, telling me we had to finish what you started. I wanted to talk to you after you were recovering, but then we were pulled into Derdriu and went to Enbarr right after that. And then I had to go back to Gautier. After the war, when I went back I thought my father would lord over me, make me continue to do everything his way. But he’s become tired. My parents are going to move to the coast to spend the rest of their days. Managing Gautier is left to me to handle as I see fit. I’ve been working on reaching out to the Sreng, to see if we can find peace between us. Everyone is so tired of the fighting. I know I am. Maybe I could be the Margrave, but I can’t do it alone. I’d like you to help me, teach me to be a good leader, to do right by my people. I would do anything and everything for you.”

You squeeze his hand. “At the reunion I noticed a big change in you. I wanted to talk to you about it but the war never let us have five minutes to ourselves. I noticed you were behaving differently. I wanted so badly to talk to you after we won back the capital, but the war jumped between us again. Maybe the only way I can have an opportunity to speak with you for any length of time would be to go to Gautier with you.” You grin at him.

“I really don’t deserve you.” He puts his arm around you for a half hug. “I know you are so good with the people. Everyone here loves you.” He rests his cheek on the top of your head.

You’re beginning to become flustered. At the moment you miss the old flirty Sylvain. He’s acting..shy? Inviting you to Gautier sounded like a business transaction more than inviting a woman over. “Are you seeing anyone right now? Have you decided what you want to do for yourself?” you ask.  

“Uh. No. I haven’t really thought about it for a long time. Its like once the pressure was off from my father, I just didn’t need to do that anymore. But yeah, I want to get married to a woman that I love, maybe have children, and shower them with as much love as I can muster. Make peace with the Sreng. Make the people of Gautier happy too. What about you? Are you seeing anyone? What do you want?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to get married and have children. Now that the war is over that certainly is a possibility.” You begin. “And you know I like to help people, help them help themselves. I am seriously considering a job offer that I feel I am qualified for. I’m thrilled to find that someone I have been interested in for quite a while is currently single. So things are looking pretty good.” You look up at his face smiling.

Sylvain looks down at you smiling, but unsure.

Your hands slide up his chest, going around his neck and you pull him down toward you, finally he gets the idea and bends down to kiss you gently.

“That took you forever.” You gasp smiling up at him.

“I thought I had already missed my chance. I thought at least if I could be near you that would be fine.” He smiles, kissing you again.

“Ever since I saw you at the reunion, I could tell you were different in the best sort of way. You weren’t hiding behind a mask, you were acting like yourself. As long as you be your true self with me, I will always want to be near you.” You hold Sylvain tightly under the stars.

 *****Epilogue

The wedding is the following spring. Both of you frequently travel all about Gautier territory, constantly talking with the people and responding to their needs. You find some people that speak Sreng and learn the language and culture well enough to be able to parlay and work towards a peace agreement. You give up some of the Gautier lands that the Sreng say are important to them. In turn they pay for this property with many rare minerals and jewels that are from their lands. You use this money to improve the roads and lives for the people of Gautier. Sylvain does spoil you rotten. You have at least 8 children and have no idea if any has a crest, not that you care. The Lance of Ruin is given to Byleth to do whatever she wants with the horrid weapon.

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Oct 28th, Wednesday 16:51

Robbe was off in a heartbeat, once he saw a familiar boy waiting for him by the entrance onto the school grounds. Without any regard he leaped forward and was immidiately welcomed into a big hug, picked up off the path and put down only when he had kissed his boyfriend. 

„And that is Sander.“ Moyo said as a matter of fact. And in addition. „Wendsday is Sanderday.“

Lucas who was with them, as they all had just finished economics class together, looked over confused. „Sanderday?“

„Wendsday is the only day of the week that he has off earlier than us. So he can come pick him up. Sander is of course his boyfriend there, who had just dropped his precious art folder and everything else in order to catch Robbe in time.“

Jens could only nod in agreement to Moyo’s thorough explanation.

„Hence, Sanderday.“ Aaron concured. „Trust me, they will leave us behind somewhere between now and the next hour, and never been heard of again until tomorrow.“

„U-huh.“ Was all that Lucas provided as they catched up with the couple.
„What’s up, boys?“ Sander greeted cheerfullfy, hugging each of the broerrs, before extanding his hand towards the newling to their group. „And you must be Lucas. Robbe, and basically everyone else, had already told me about you. Glad to be able to actually see you in person as well.“

„Great to meet you too.I hope there were only good things so far?“

„Absolutely.“ Sander proclaimed and picked up his things from the ground. „Ready to go? I actually had planned to sketch a bit by the park, if you want to come as well.“

A simultaneous shrug followed by affirmative mumbles, that made them all head towards the left, straight down the street. It was a ten minute walk tops, though they stopped for some drinks on the way. Long enough, that the sun even peaked through the clouds once they arrived.

„Lucas, can I post this on my insta? If you don’t mind, of course.“ That was Sander asking a little later, just as they had found a nice sunny spot in the park to occupy a bench. He pushed the display of his camera towards said boy’s face. Jens wasn’t sure when Sander had taken it out of his bag, but that wasn’t really what he wanted to know. Lucas seemed a bit taken a back, looking at it, as he did a double take and watched Sanders smiling face. He did sound a bit unsure of himself but replied: „Sure, I guess.“

Now everyone’s curiousity demanded a look as well. And after Moyo had sommented on it with a whistle on his lips, it finally was Jens’s turn. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing at the moment, but his jumping, beating heart, assured him he was alive. Though on second thought, maybe this was dying.

He tried not to give  away, how beautiful he thought it was. Or to be more presice, the boy in it. Sander took amazing photos, that wasn’t a secret, but he captured Lucas just in such a way that Jens’s throat dired up.

Aaron took the camera off his hands, leaving him with words of protest on his lips. But luckily his brain was smarter and decided to stay quiet. 

„Eh Lucas?“ Sander tapped the dutch boy on the shoulder: „If you’d be interested too. My photography course is doing editorials next month and I’d love for you to model for me. I already have the perfect idea! Trust me, it is gonna be great. Nothing too big. Maybe three, four photos? Black-White. Classy. Clean fashion editorial. We can get a designer on board and have Robbe do lights. What do you say?“

The broerrs looked at each other amused and than to Lucas who had absolutely no clue what to do. He also never had met Sander and his seemingly spontaneous grand plans before. He certainly was the type to go big or go home. Before Lucas had any chance to answer though, Robbe’s voice broke the silence.

„Here I thought I was your only muse. But now a new pretty boy comes along and where does that leave me?“ He pouted at his boyfriend, who’s grin immidiately vanished of his face, replaced by an expression of horror that Robbe would even entertain a thought like this.

„You are, and will always be my biggest muse in every universe! Always and for ever! Unconditionaly. I’d carry you on my hands each day, and would canonise the ground you are walking on. Gift you every moon, and star, and sun I’d be able to reach. The whole sky and beyond. You are the one thing I truly love more than aynthing in this world, myself included. You are...“

„Oh shut up and kiss me! Then you can go back fanboying over Lucas again.“ Robbe smirked, blushing in the brightest colours imaginable by Sander’s devout decleration of love.

„I most definitely will kiss you!“ Sander exclaimed and took a very broad and swift step towards him, his hands immidiately finding just the perfect hight on Robbe’s hips to pull him excrushingly close.

Jens felt like an intruder seeing something he shouldn’t. It felt very inapprobiate to watch, as Sander leaned in to an open-mouth kiss. Lips and teeth and tounge. Robbe reciprocated like it was air to breath, let himself fall into it, his wrists crossed behind the neck of Sander, as they devoured each other. Jens knew he never had kissed nor had ever been kissed by anyone like this. He really should look away, but just like the other boys he couldn’t quite draw his gaze from them. 

He swore they had completely forgotten about Lucas, Moyo, Aaron and himself, as Robbe and Sander ended their kiss with a heavy gasp, staring into each other eyes as they pressed their forheads together.

These lucky bastards were together for almost a year and still it seemed they had just found each other anew.

Jens loudly cleared his throat, while Moyo couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer and Aaron slowly clapped, deeply impressed. Checking up on Lucas though, Jens found the dutch boy looking absolutely overwhelmed by this public display of affection. Or maybe because it was between two boys? Jens really hoped that that wasn’t the case. And it didn’t appear that Lucas had been disconcerted before when Robbe had pecked a kiss to Sander’s lips infront of the school. But that didn’t really had to mean anything, right? Jens just prayed he was wrong about the way Lucas seemed to be a bit uncomfortable at the moment.

„Seriously, I almost want to be kissed by Sander now.“ Moyo joked, patting Robbe’s back, who seemed to suddelny realise where they were.

„That could be arranged, I believe.“ Sander provided with a wink, greatly amused by Moyo’s wide eyes of total shock to the suggestion.

„Oh shit, sorry!“ Robbe said apologetic at the same time.

„All good.“ Jens let his best friend know, searching for Lucas’s eyes. „Right?“

The dutch boy suddenly looked up and over towards him, nodding strongly.

„Of course. I just...eh....it came...unexpected.“ Lucas settled on and tried a reassuring smile. „Are you always like that?“

„Like what?“ Robbe inquiered, perhaps a bit defensive. He hated when people assumed anything remotely negative when speaking about Sander, and or their relationship in general.

„So open about it? I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve seen that before. My circle was very straight in Utrecht. But really, I didn’t mean to imply anything else by it. Honestly. Full support on my end here.“

„We are just us.“ Sander provided simply to ease the tension, while he turned back towards Lucas with a warm expression. He never let go of his boyfriend though, tucking him nicely to his side, with his arm slung around the other boy’s back for support, his hand resting on Robbe’s waist.

Lucas’s smile grew brighter, nodding reassured that this had turned out alright.

Jens released the breath he didn’t knew he had held. But it felt like some weight was lifted by Lucas not being against their relationship. Why he had been so effected though, Jens didn’t know. He assumed it just had to do with the happiniess of his best friend, that he wanted to protect. 

„Trust me, they can get even worse than this. At least on two seperate occasions I had to slip out of Robbe’s room. They only have eyes for each other from one moment to the next. It’s incredible. And hands! God do they have too many hands.“ Jens told Lucas, exaggerating his annoyance over them, by rolling his eyes in a big motion. It earned him a smack by Robbe and Sander’s laughter.

„Bro! I swear to god, it happened to me too once. We were playing CoD and sat on the sofa together, until they started. I spend the next hour in the kitchen with my headphones on, not even wanting to try to get to the bathroom.“ Moyo declared and now everyone was laughing. Til Robbe decided it was enough and waved them all off.

„Okay, okay, I think everyone got the point. Can we go back now to appreciating Lucas’s beauty and how he should model for my stupid boyfriend here?“ Teased Robbe, patting Sander’s chest. Who was back on track of his mission the next second, leaving his boyfriend’s side to take his camera back from Aaron and settle into the dutch boy’s immidiate vicinity effortlessly. Jens sometimes really found himself jealous by how easy it seemed to be for Sander to do.

„So what’s your insta? I can message you everything about my idea later.“

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cupid’s aim (sirius black x f.reader)

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i. aphrodite; goddess of love and beauty

"Sirius!"

I watched all four members of the Marauders turn at the call of one of their names, each member smiling at me as I ran to them.

Amira walked behind me, her nose stuffed in a book while I held her wrist and led her to the Ravenclaw tower.

"My partner in crime," Sirius smiled at me as I slipped into the space beside Peter and him.

"Boys, It's wonderful to see you," I nodded to each member quickly.

"We've seen you everyday for the past seven years Bennett."

"I literally spoke to you before dinner."

I waved them off with my empty hand, looking back to Sirius. I watched Peter wave to Amira but she was way too into the book she was currently reading, Pride and Prejudice.

"I have the best idea ever."

"Shoot."

We wander down random halls, taking the long way to our respected towers, conversation flowing easily.

"What if we started a matchmaking service here and Hogwarts?"

I watched Remus turn around, his eyebrows drawn together as he stopped in the middle of the hall. The rest of the group stop as well which made me stop. Mi ran into my back and she finally looked up from the pages of her book.

"You could give everyone the love like Lizzy and Mr. Darcy," Mi spoke nonsense but Remus seemed to easily understand the statement.

"I mean you might be on to something, we do work well together."

Sirius shrugged and looked around the small group that looked between us both with bewildered eyes.

"Exactly, we can take that empty classroom and make it like headquarters or something. It's our last year at Hogwarts so let's leave something behind."

Sirius smiled at me lightly, withdrawing his hand from his pocket and waiting for a high five, which I returned like I always did.

"I hope you know how crazy this sounds, I mean you barely have any details laid out," Peter spoke form beside me.

"I don't care about the details, just make Lily love me," James jumped in front of us, grabbing our shoulders and looking us over.

"Well Cherry also said we could use her, also we can't just do our friends."

I looked over at James pleading eyes and over my shoulder Mi would finally decide to close the book and join the conversation.

"Why don't you set up a suggest a box, that way everyone can join?" Mi questioned.

I smiled and kissed her cheek, whispering a thank you while I looked at Sirius. I watched his scan my face before smiling at me and nodding his head.

"Perfect, I already have a name."

I let My wrist drop and did small jazz hands while I spoke in an exciting laugh.

"Cupid's Aim Matchmaking Service."

James started laughing while Remus punched his shoulder and told him about manners.

"Before you lot laugh I got the idea from Cherry so if you don't like it-"

"I love it, I'll marry it. I love it so much," Sirius spoke while twirling a small piece of hair around his finger with a nervous laugh.

It is wonderful having a friend everyone is scared of at times.

"Perfect, we will meet tomorrow to work out the finer details."

I grabbed My wrist and took off down the hall to the Ravenclaw tower, loud goodnights echoed down the hallway as I ran.

"Cherry didn't suggest that."

"I know."

*

"Meet me after class."

I laughed at the note Sirius passed me in class, the horrible drawings of what I believe was cupid and hearts covering the page is messy handwriting.

"I will be paring you up for the research, groups of 4."

I looked up at Professor Slughorn while he stood at the front of the board, coughing as he read off the paper before him.

"Pettigrew, Lupin, Day, McKinnon."

Mi nodded and smiled from beside me, writing the name of her group at the top of her page before looking back at her journal jotting down other little things.

"Evans, Potter, Black, Bennett."

I watched Mi jump from beside me and write faster, ripping the page from her journal and starting writing again. I looked around her large curls, smiling at Sirius. His eyes were already looking for me and smirking, nodding his head before he looked to the front of the class.

Slughorn read off the different names with ease, some groups groaned while others sounded pleased with the members of their group.

"Each member will receive a potion they must do intense research on and present the potion to me with the research."

I nodded and wrote the last bit of notes that Mi had missed on her page before paying attention to the front again.

"Evans group, Amortentia."

Slughorn wicked at Lily before carrying on with the class. I felt Mi pull my robe looking at me with questioning brows.

"Me too."

The bull echoed in the room, students flying from their seats and filtering out the room.

I grabbed the few books I had out and stuffed them into my bag when I felt a hand lay on my shoulder.

"I've started working on our first client," Sirius whispered not in my ear as Lily walked past us both with Marlene at her side.

"I thought we were doing it at random?"

"Eh, he deserves a break."

I turned and faced him finally, his smile wicked as he rocked back and front on his high tops.

"What did you do?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and his eyes trailed across the ceiling before looking at me again.

"I might have sent Slughorn a letter from Lily that she would like to work with Potter and us and would prefer if she did Amortentia."

Sirius and I trialed from the class, the members of the group and Mi stood against the wall across from us.

"You didn't."

"I just told you I did."

I felt a body collide with mine, James arms wrapped around my middle while he danced side to side giggling, actually giggling.

"Thank you thank you (Y/N), you must have done this."

I opened my mouth to correct him but Sirius coughed and looked at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Yeah, she's the brain of the service."

I titled my head to him before I heard Cherry yelling from down the hall.

"Trying to steal my friend Potter?"

James jumped off my and moved to Sirius' side, both taking one step farther away from me as Cherry moved closer to my side.

"What I thought," Cherry moved to stand beside me while making a grabby hand at Mi. Mi approached and joined us, Cherry throwing an around our shoulders.

"What was the conversation of the day?"

"Sirius and (Y/N) matchmaking service," Remus answered while pointing between Sirius and I.

"You got him to agree."

I nodded my head once and placed a hand on my hip and I looked up at her proudly.

"The name too."

"I hate that name."

Sirius gasped beside me, nudging my calf with his shoe.

"You lied to me, I made a box for you and everything."

I turned in Cherry arm, watching as Sirius searched in his bag before pulling out a box the size of a bug. He lightly tapped his wand on his before she grew, an average size box now sat in his hand.

It had "Cupid's Aim Matchmaking Service sketched on the front, painted pink with red bubble letters, really bad bubble letters. The top had a small whole it the top, just enough to tell nothing was in it but nothing enough to really tell even if something was. The badly drawn cupid was in the corner of the box.

"You made this?"

"If he bought it I would tell him to get a refund," Cherry laughed at the messy box.

"He stayed up all night making it, made us help," Remus spoke, a loud ow echoed off the hall and Sirius threw his wand at him.

"I'm confiscating this now," Remus shoved the wand in his pocket, Sirius was distracted enough for me to lift the small box from his palm. I looked all around the sides, the ugly drawings of hearts and other objects of love cover it head to toe. I caught sight of something on the bottom, titling the box to his Black and Bennett carved into the bottom.

I smiled to myself while Sirius jumped on Remus' back, Cherry cheering them on while Mi tried to hush Cherry loud "Kill him" cheers.

"You know, he really worked hard on this box."

Peter stood in front of me, handing me a Polaroid from his robe pocket. The sight itself was a masterpiece.

Sirius Black laid on his dorm floor, feet in the air while the shot caught the glitter falling to the floor. Glitter dramatically floated in mid air, Sirius faced reasonably calm from the events most likely soon to unfold.

"Keep it, it can be our little secret."

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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste, ch. 9

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi/karma, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/aneurism, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Plagg & Tikki

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi’s Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste’s Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi’s Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we’re all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone’s well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila’s brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Marinette Protection Squad: Assemble!

Notes: I know this is set after Ladybug. Beyond that I haven’t decided. It is likely before Miracle Queen. But meh beyond that it’s AU so who cares? Also, I might be coming out of my depression. Let’s hope so!

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Chapters 1-2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

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Huddled around the computer, the three of them considered what to post alongside the pictures, ‘chaperoned’ once again by Penny. Jagged had wandered off, muttering to himself about stupid parents.

They eventually decided on posting a lovely cropped image of Adrien and Luka feeding each other bites of ice cream with the caption “Wish I’d been allowed to do this before. I’m not permitted to go out with friends much. :( But I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share soulmate ice cream with.”

“You should send a link to that to Nadja Chamack, to get her on it if she isn’t already,” Penny noted.

Adrien took a moment to google his name and laughed. “Yeah, not all that necessary, though she could ‘leak’ some of the other images?”

Marinette’s fingers flew over her screen, and when she finished she immediately got a responding text.

“She wants to know what made you go public.”

Luka got an evil grin. “His father wanted to force him to date his teenage muse.”

Marinette glanced at Adrien, who considered for a moment before nodding. “Definitely. Said it would be ‘good for the brand.’ Put that in quotation marks.”

There was no immediate after the text was sent, so they went back to focusing on social media.

adrienagrestebrand: tbh I wish I wasn’t forced to model so much. I’d like to play with Kitty Section more. I’m the keyboardist but I don’t get to play much.

adrienagrestebrand: Also I hate missing school for photo shoots, and I wish I could hang out with my friends more.

Then Adrien got the idea to remotely check his text messages. The ones from his father were demands he return control of the social media accounts and return home. The last one had come around the time they’d gotten ice cream.

Meanwhile, Lila’s texts were very interesting, about half an hour apart.

Lila: How dare you call me a lying cow!

Lila: You can stop pretending you have a choice, Adrien.

Lila: If you come back now, I’ll try to remember you’re my ‘friend.’

Lila: You ditched me for some wharf-rat boy?!

Lila: Also those clothes are hideous.

Lila: I won’t honor our agreement.

Lila: wtf did you do to your hair! I won’t be seen with you!

Lila: Marinette is fair game. It won’t just be expulsion this time.

Lila: I warned you.

Both Luka and Adrien turned to Marinette, whose fists were clenched on her knees. Her face was pale, and she was shaking slightly. Wordlessly, the two of them pulled her close, until she was snuggled between them, her face flushed.

“What was she talking about, agreement?” Marinette finally asked.

Adrien launched into the story, how he had confronted her at the photo shoot and implied he’d make being a model difficult if she didn’t fix it.

Marinette’s eyes were wide and surprised when he finished. “I… I didn’t realize you were behind that.”

“I had to do something. It just wasn’t enough.” Adrien took her phone from where it sat on the desk, and snapped a picture of the texts from Lila. “Text it to Nadja.”

“And to Kagami,” Luka added.

Marinette did, clarifying in the text to Nadja Chamack that it was Lila Rossi, the Italian ambassador’s daughter and Gabriel Agreste’s new muse, then bit her lip. “Should I send it to Alya, too?”

The two boys nodded in unison. “And Nino,” Adrien added. “Maybe the entire class, even. Can you email it to M. Damocles and Mme. Bustier, too? Maybe Mme. Mendeleiev, too?”

They watched as Marinette’s fingers flew, texting the pic with the claim Adrien sent it to her, then accessing the school website and emailing the two teachers and the principal.

Penny got their attention, leaning around them to screencap the text messages. “I’m going to send this to Jagged’s legal counsel, too. Especially if she’s threatening Marinette… she’s his preferred designer, and thus a freelance employee. We’re obligated to protect her legally, and we intend to go after her for the claim about the kitten and song, anyway…”

Marinette stared, open-mouthed, at that, then her face turned bright red and she launched herself into Penny’s arms. The sound of Marinette’s phone alerting to text messages faded into the background as they focused on her.

Penny, for her part, looked frozen as Marinette almost sobbed against her, and Jagged happened to come in at the same time.

He rushed over, going to one knee beside her. “Hey, hey now. Marinette, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Penny gestured to the computer. “I explained we’re providing legal protection based on Lila Rossi’s threats against her. She was… overwhelmed, I guess?”

Luka shook his head. “No… I think she’s been more stressed about Lila than she’s been showing. I… I tend to do the same thing. She’s been putting on a front of being okay, but she hasn’t been.”

Adrien stood, pulling Luka with him as he went to Marinette. “Mari, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been better. I should’ve noticed.”

After a few seconds, she pulled away from Penny with a soft apology, her face red, her cheeks wet. “No. I was hiding it. You wouldn’t have known. Don’t blame yourself.”

Luka put a hand on her shoulder. “Marinette… I do the same thing, and I know I need to work on that.” He grimaced a bit at the admission. “But… your feelings matter. You don’t have to hide them, not from us, and not from anyone.”

Jagged’s face had turned stonier than Adrien had ever seen. “Tell the lawyers to draw up a restraining order. For me, and also for Marinette. We’ll see what the school decides to do—but Marinette doesn’t have to change classes. Tell the lawyer that’s the stand.”

Penny slid into the seat vacated by Adrien and got to work.

Jagged’s expression softened as he turned back to the three of them. “Let’s order some dinner and those manicures, eh? Marinette, call your parents and let them know you’re staying for dinner with me, at least.”

“And maybe… tell them about the text message?” Adrien said. “So they know. And tell them what Jagged’s doing. They’re so amazing; I know they’ll support you.”

Marinette frowned. “I just… don’t want them to worry.”

“I think they’ve probably been worried since you were expelled the once,” Luka pointed out.

That got a sigh. “Yeah, I guess.” She grabbed her phone and moved toward the kitchenette.

Jagged pointed out the menu to them. “Have Marinette let Penny know what she wants. Penny knows my usual.”

While they were looking over the menu, Luka’s phone rang. “Juleka’s calling…”

He answered, and his face went blank as he listened.

“I understand. My guitar’s there—didn’t bring it with, unfortunately. Take it to school tomorrow for Adrien to grab?” He was quiet for a moment longer. “I’ll find a place to spend the night. It’ll be fine. Thanks, Jules.”

Luka let out a tired sigh when he hung up the phone.

“You can’t go home?” Adrien asked, concerned. He suddenly realized he was in a similar position—how could he go home and get back out for school. “I guess I can’t tonight either, actually.”

“The news is staking out the boat. Guess they figured out who I am, too.” Luka shrugged. “It was bound to happen—we just need to get our stories straight before we meet the press.”

Jagged broke in. “Oi, you’re staying here. The suite has an extra room. Big bed. You can share. Your pops will have a meltdown, but that’s half the point.”

Adrien stayed out late regularly as Chat Noir, but his father barely paid attention to him usually. Right now, with a very loud and obvious rebellion, he was probably giving a lot of attention to the empty mansion.

“Serves him right,” Adrien muttered.

Marinette made her way back over. “I’ll have to find a way to sneak home. Maman said Nadja is staked out outside the bakery, waiting for me to come home. She thinks I have a scoop, since I texted her. And I guess I do, but not one I’m sharing yet.”

Jagged let out an explosive sigh. “Ugh, the paparazzi doing its thing, I guess. Penny and I’ll take you home after we eat. Say you’ve been helping me plan my next album.”

“But when we release the video you’re making, they’ll know I know more.”

“Eh, but then you’ll have your stories straight. It won’t happen for a couple hours yet, probably after you leave. Pick something to eat and call the other girl, network and plan. You lot are good at it. After dinner we’ll all get manicures and I’ll get you home.”

It sounded strangely reasonable for Jagged, but Marinette seemed to take it in stride, like she was used to his changing moods. After some conversation, they decided on a variety of items from the menu to share. Once Penny had called in the dinner order, they sent a video chat request to Kagami.

She answered promptly, smiling when she saw them. “I have been monitoring your Instagram and the news being released. You’re still at the hotel?”

Adrien nodded. “The press has Luka’s place covered, so he’s staying here, and I am too for obvious reasons. Since Marinette texted Nadja Chamack, the bakery is also being staked out. Jagged’s going to escort her home after we eat and get our nails done.”

“It’s too bad you had to go home,” Marinette broke in. “It’d be fun to have our nails done together.”

“I would very much like to do that in the future,” Kagami responded. “And I will impress upon my mother your situation with that Lila girl and her threats, so that I may have some free time to ensure you are properly protected.”

Marinette flushed. “I appreciate that. From the texts I’ve gotten since sending it to my classmates, most of them believe me now. We also sent that image to two of my teachers and the principal.”

Jagged broke in here. “And I’ve got my lawyers drawing up a restraining order, so the legal end is covered.”

Kagami nodded. “Very efficient. This girl, however, may decide to do worse, perhaps going after Marinette physically. I absolutely intend to defend you, as I hope Adrien will in my absence—though it will be difficult for him to do so if you use the school bathroom.”

“Good point,” Adrien said. “I’ll use Marinette’s phone to arrange a girl squad to escort her if that’s needed. Last time Lila got her alone, she claimed Marinette pushed her down the stairs.”

Anger passed over Kagami’s face. “Marinette is to be protected, at all times. We need to decide who will escort her to and from school, as well. Perhaps someone not bombarded by the media.”

“Yeah, so not me, or Adrien,” Luka said with a sigh. “Sorry, Marinette.”

“I guess I need to go harass the school anyway. Ugh, haven’t gotten up at an ungodly hour like that in ages, though,” Jagged groused. “But if Adrien’s going tomorrow, I guess it’ll be easy enough. Uncle Jagged can make some sacrifices.”

“We also need to plan for a united front to the media,” Luka said. “We can chat through dinner, and plan at least for tomorrow.”

“Acceptable. My mother has already retired as well, so I will not be interrupted.”

They settled in to plot.

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Bernadetta has a crush (FE:Three Houses Short Fic)

Person in question is just an unnamed student, because that’s not what we’re focusing on.

What we’re focusing is how poor Bernie handles this situation.

WITH LOTS OF SCREAMING

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Once the lecture was done, everyone began heading out of class and went their separate ways. Bernadetta sighed deeply and gathered her belongings. With what seemed like inhuman speed, she quickly ran out of class and immediately bolted towards her dorm room.

As she was bolting out of the Black Eagles’ classroom, all she could think about was taking a nice long break from everyone, and her thoughts were put to a halt as she ran into something.

No, someone.

“W-Woah!”

“EEEK!”

She looked up and saw a student on the ground, rubbing his head before meeting her eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that! Here, let me help you!”

He began picking up the papers while Bernadetta stared at him, eyes wide.

“Let’s see is there anything else...Ah, there it is!” After picking up the last piece of paper, he turned back with a smile on his face.

“Here you are, again sorry about-...”

Not even moving an inch, she continued to stare at him, as an awkward silence filled the air and several students began staring at them.

The student put down her books and cleared his throat.

“...H-Hello?”

“...Ah...”

“Excuse me, are you okay-”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH! IM SORRY, IM SORRY! STUPID BERNIE, YOU NEED TO WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING! PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!”

Before anyone could have time to react, she bolted away towards the dorms, leaving everyone speechless. Moments later, a stern-faced man with blue hair rushed out, looking at the students.

“P-Professor Byleth!”

“What’s going on out here, who just screamed?”

“Um, it was a purple haired student from the Black Eagles, sir!”

“...Was she short, and looked anxious?”

“Yes sir, she-”

He relaxed and put his hands to head.

“Ah, nevermind then. Nothing to worry about too much. Sorry to scare you like that. Can you give that girl her books? She’s on the first floor of the dorms near the greenhouse. Her name is Bernadetta”

“Y-Yes sir!”

Byleth nodded and went back to the classroom as the student grabbed Bernadetta’s belongings, and went to her room. As he was drawing near, he could hear her voice through the door, berating herself for causing such a mess.

“Um, excuse me? Bernadetta is it?”

“EEEK! I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO-”

And just like that, she shouted apologies with every breath she took, bewildering the student leading him to loudly clearly his throat.

“I-It’s no problem at all, Bernadetta! I’ll just leave your things by the door, okay?”

He bowed, despite knowing that she couldn’t see it but hoping it would put her at ease, and went back towards the classes.

Bernadetta was silent, slowly opening the door, checking for the student and then she quickly grabbed her books and slammed the door.

“He...was really nice to me. I-I need to go apologize to him!”

When she thought about how she would do it, it was then she realized something vital.

“I...I never got his name!”

She tried to remember his key features that would help identify him and...the more she thought about it, she started to think how nice the student was. More importantly he...looked kinda cute.

“Maybe...I can talk with him after I apologize? But why would someone just accept a proposal to hang out with a girl like me...”

An idea.

“I know! I can ask my classmates how to help with this!...Er, once I leave the room anyway.” She thought to herself. Eh, she can get out tomorrow.

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Professor Byleth’s Advice

The Professor was a very kind and patient man, at least to Bernadetta. He never thought of her as a nuisance, and so who better to ask than a man like that? More importantly he was her elder (probably?), so he must have some field of expertise on this topic.

Once the lecture ended, Byleth began clearing off the chalkboard as the students left. Bernadetta went up to his desk and remained silent for a few moments before he turned around. Once he saw her, he smiled and nodded.

“Bernadetta, what can I help you with?”

“H-Hi, professor. Did you tell that boy to come to my room yesterday?”

“I did. Don’t want you to show up tomorrow forgetting everything after all. I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“W-Well it kinda did but...first of all thank you, and second of all do you know his name? I uh...want to apologize to him and um...”

“Ah, unfortunately I didn’t catch his name. I’m not sure if anyone in the class was around when that incident happened. I’m sure he’ll pop in sooner or later. If he does show up, I’ll let you know.”

“T-Thanks professor...”

“Is something wrong? Did he say something to you-”

“No no no! Nothing like that it’s just...I...I also want to get to know him better.”

“...I’m afraid I didn’t hear that correctly. You want to get to know him?”

“Yes! Is there something wrong with that thought, professor?”

“None at all! I..just didn’t think you’d do that. At all, as a matter of fact- AHEM! Anyways!”

He took a seat at his desk and awkwardly cleared his throat.

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to exactly help you, but I’m very positive your classmates can help you out! Why not ask Dorothea?”

‘Dorothea...that’s right! She knows all about how to get cute guys to talk, that’s genius professor!’ She thought to herself.

“Thank you very much, professor! I’ll be going now!”

Byleth smiled, waving her off as she left.

“Happy to help!” Once she was out of earshot, his smile quickly went away and was replaced with worry.

“Oh goddess...What is she doing?”

“Shouldn’t you be following her? In your words, she can be quite the wreck!”

“Quiet, Sothis! I...didn’t mean it like that!”

Dorothea’s Advice

When Bernadetta got to Dorothea, she almost squealed out of joy learning her little Bern has a crush on, what is apparently a cute guy, and coming to her for advice. Not losing any time, she sat her down and grabbed some tea, explaining in detail of how to get a guy to fall for her.

Very. Uncomfortable. Detail.

“...And that’s how to get a cute guy to fall heads over heels for you, Bern!”

She put down her teacup and winked at her.

“No guy in his right mind can refuse a cutie such as yourself!”

“...Um, I just wanted to talk with him for a little bit, Dorothea. I can’t wink seductively, much less do anything you just said!”

“Huh? I thought you found the guy cute and wanted to take him for dinner?”

“N-NO!...Well I mean, I can’t say it doesn’t sound nice but-...”

“Then go all out! If you strike a pose then-”

“D-Dorothea, can we just start with baby steps?! My heart would explode if I tried that!”

“Those ARE baby steps, well for me anyway. I suppose you can begin with apologizing, then asking if he has any freetime? If you aren’t quite ready for dinner, then how about a walk around town?...Oh right, you don’t like leaving your room for long periods of time...Then...?”

She furrowed her brow, thinking intensely on what to do.

“Listen Bern, I think my tactics might be a bit too forward for what’s in your comfort zone, but I think I know someone who can help!”

Edelgard’s Advice

“And that’s the situation Edie. You’ve had to master the art of small talk as a noble, so maybe you can spread some of that knowledge to Bern here?”

Edelgard looked at Dorothea with the most puzzled face that she and Bernadetta had ever seen.

“Um, with all due respect Dorothea, I figured that YOU were the expert on that topic, considering you like to go out. I have nothing resembling romance in my life right now. I don’t know why you thought it was a good idea to talk to me about this.”

Bernadetta looked down in disappointment.

“I see...”

“Oh, Bernadetta! It’s not that I don’t want to help you I..”

Edelgard’s head turned, trying to avoid eye contact while her cheeks were turning slightly red.

“...don’t exactly know how to talk to boys that way either...”

Dorothea adjusted her hat, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

“Good grief...Alright once I’m done helping Bern out, I’m helping YOU out, Edie. Anyways, don’t you have even a little bit of advice?”

“Well...I suppose the polite thing to do is keep eye contact and make sure you listen to all he has to say. And make sure you don’t jump to conclusions, Bernadetta!”

“Y-Yes ma’am. I think I have enough information now, thank you so much you two!”

“Of course, Bern. Now have fun with him, and be confident!”

“Be confident, right! Okay, goodbye!”

Both of them waved goodbye as she left the library. 

“...We probably shouldn’t leave her alone, huh Edie?”

“Absolutely not.”

As she looked for him, Bernadetta couldn’t shake off the feeling she was being watched.

BONUS: Other Classmate Advice

Caspar - “I say challenge him to a duel with good ol fisticuffs-...Oh that’s not what you meant? I still think that’s the case, no man worth his salt could refuse such a high stakes duel!”

Linhardt - Bold of you to assume he’d even be awake.

Hubert - “...Things must be truly desperate if you’ve come to me of all people...”

Petra - “Ah, I believe this is what you call a ‘Date’! Perhaps you can gain love by offering gift? What gift you may ask? Back home, we offered horse heads as gifts, so perhaps it the same!”

Ferdinand - “Simple, Bernadetta! Simply state that you are a noble, and things will follow from there! You must make sure to keep your status up by being professional at all times!...You’re just talking with him? Then it’s very important to do that very thing! Nothing makes a better conversation starter than your status!”

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Captain Underpants and the Harrowing Hostile Horror of Homophobia

Well, here it is! My first ever Captain Underpants fic! I think I sort of mix the three different versions, but this is supposed to be in the Netflix series universe. They’re in 6th grade. My friend knew she was bi at like 11, so I figure it’s not too far off for George to know.

This is George Beard and Harold Hutchins. George is the one in the beanbag chair with the bi tie and flattop. Harold is the one on the floor with the rainbow t-shirt and bad haircut. Remember that now.

Harold doodled at his spot on the floor, pausing to nibble at the end of his pencil and frown slightly. George was similarly stuck, tapping his pencil against the clipboard and staring at the paper filled with deadend comic ideas.

“Have any ideas yet?” Harold asked. “Maybe it would be easier to design a monster if I knew what it should be.”

“No.” George groaned and leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “None of these work.”

Harold blew a raspberry and rolled onto his back, looking around the tree house. His eyes landed on George’s tie, and then on his own rainbow shirt. He sat up, grinning. “What if we do a coming-out issue for Captain Underpants!”

“A coming-out issue?” George repeated as Harold plopped down beside him in the beanbag chair.

“Yeah! Like, maybe he comes out as pansexual or something. And he gets a cool flag cape!”

“Ooh, I like that.” George nodded and started writing. “But what would the monster be? Some weird old dude trying to stop him?”

“...what about like, some kind of laser zaps the Captain and makes a monster based on what makes him happy? And instead it tries to upset him. And like, he starts to feel guilty and stuff, but then he gets help from all his friends from previous comics! Like a big superhero meetup!”

“So the monster like, represents homophobia?” George asked.

“...yeah.” Harold shrugged and scratched his arm, glancing the other way. “Yeah, kind of. But then at the end they defeat it by like, punching it away.”

“That's good, I like that,” George laughed. He quickly started writing, queuing Harold to settle back into his spot on the floor. He tried to think: what would a monster based on homophobia look like? Really super ugly. He laughed to himself and started to draw.

Captain Underpants and the Harrowing Hostile Horror of Homophobia

So this one time, Captain Underpants was flying around around the city looking for lunch, like hotdogs or something because yum, hotdogs, and he was so hungry. But then he found this parade thing, and everyone was wearing a bunch of colors and they had capes too! And Captain Underpants thought “There's a superhero parade! I'm a superhero I should join!”

And so he flew down to the parade, and he was like “Hey superheros, sorry I'm late, no one told me there was a superhero parade!” But it turns out it WASN'T a superhero parade, it was a gay parade, where like a bunch of people get together and celebrate being gay because, pfft, hello, it's awesome.

So Captain Underpants was like “Oh that sounds like fun! But what's gay?” ‘Cause he like, didn't know. And they were like “It's when you're a boy and you like boys, like like-like.” And Captain Underpants liked that, because he like-liked boys sometimes! But he also like-liked girls, and people who were like not either of those ‘cause he just liked everyone. And someone said “That's pansexual dude!” and Captain Underpants was like “Woah cool!”

And someone gave him like, a pansexual cape and Captain Underpants was like “I'm gonna tell all my friends!” But suddenly when he was flying off, a big laser shocked him like “Bzz bz-shck!” It was these mean alien dudes who wanted to test their new laser on poor Captain Underpants! And when they flew off a big ugly storm starting forming, and it had a really ugly face like this!

And the storm was like “I'm gonna make sure you're never happy, liking boys is gross!”  And Captain Underpants didn't see why because everyone at the parade was so nice, so he started fighting the storm! But it kept repeating all the mean stuff, and Captain Underpants started thinking that it was right!

But then a bunch of superheros appeared to help- it was all Captain Underpants’ friends! “What are you guys doing here!” He asked. “Well we’re here to help you beat up this storm!” And they did! It was like “Wham!” and “Pow!” and the storm was all “Noooooo listen to meeeeee!” But no one was listening ‘cause they were too busy beating him up!

When the storm was all gone, all the superheros high-fived and celebrated. Captain Underpants even told them about the parade and being pansexual! And they all gave him a big hug and joined the parade with him because it was awesome, the end.

“New comic! Brand new Captain Underpants comic, hot off the press!”

Kids flocked around George and Harold as they passed out copies of the new comic before classes started. The two boys even went up to Melvin, who was sitting by himself at his desk like always.

“New issue of Captain Underpants, Melvin. Sure you don’t want one?” George grinned and held out a copy. Melvin raised an eyebrow and took it, skimming the pages.

“...You made a comic about internalized homophobia?”

“Inta-what?” Harold blinked.

“Internalized homophobia.” Melvin rolled his eyes and handed the comic back. “It's when you're mad at yourself for being gay?”

“Oh,” George said. “Nah, they're just fighting a cranky monster.”

Melvin shook his head and went back to his book. “Whatever. I don't want a copy, just like every other dumb comic.”

“Whatever man.” George took Harold's hand and lead him off to continue handing out comics.

“George and Harold to my office. Now!”

The boys sighed and left their classroom, walking down the hall to the office.

“What do you think we did this time?” Harold asked.

“I dunno man. We haven't done any pranks yet today.” George held his chin in thought.

“Maybe he found out about the plan for tomorrow?”

“Eh, it's probably just because we made another Captain Underpants.” George shrugged. “Mr. Krupp hates them.”

They entered the office. Harold bit his lip, almost nervous. What if they were in trouble for the contents of the new issue this time?

“George and Harold.” Mr. Krupp sat at his desk, looking at the two of them over his fingers. “I wanted to talk to you about this comic.” He slid the newest Captain Underpants forward on his desk. Yup, they knew it.

“Ok, we get it, no more comics blah blah blah,” George said. “Is that it, can we go?”

“No, you-!” Mr. Krupp sighed and rubbed his face, his expression softening just a bit. “Boys, is- is anyone giving you any trouble? About this comic?”

“What?” They blurted together.

“I mean is anyone… being mean, because of what it’s about?” Mr. Krupp looked really weird about actually showing concern. George and Harold looked at each other, confused. Was this a trap or something?

“Nnnnoo…? Everyone’s cool,” George answered.

“Yeah, everyone likes it,” Harold agreed. “You’re not… mad?”

“Of course I’m mad! You’re not allowed to make these!” Mr. Krupp snapped, waving the comic. “But-” He pinched his nose. “No, I’m not mad because it’s gay. Are either of you boys- are you dealing with anything like the monster in this?”

“You mean people being mean? Isn’t that what you just asked?” George looked confused.

“No, I mean- what the monster itself is based on. That’s not just- it’s not just based on other people being mean, is it?” It was very clear that Mr. Krupp was uncomfortable with the conversation, which confused the boys even more.

“Oh, you mean that intalized stuff Melvin was talking about?” George asked. “Nah, I don’t think so.” Harold bit his lip, rubbing his arm and looking away at the floor. George leaned forward on his chair and looked over at him. “...Harold?”

“I don’t know, I-I guess what Melvin said kinda… made sense.” Harold shrugged.

“Ah jeez.” Mr. Krupp sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen kid, uh- I don’t know why you feel… like this, like if someone was mean to you or you’re just… yeah. But, uh- there’s nothing wrong with it. Ok? People are gay, it happens.”

“Thanks… Mr. Krupp,” Harold responded, blinking in shock. Mr. Krupp was never nice to them.

“Yeah yeah. Just get back to class.” George and Harold hurried out of his office before he could change his mind. “And don’t let me catch you making any more of these comics!” He glared out the door before looking back at the comic and lightly touching a finger to the pansexual cape Captain Underpants was wearing.

He almost smiled.

“That sure was weird, huh?” Harold asked as they walked back to class. “Mr. Krupp is never nice to us!”

“Yeah, weird,” George agreed. “Are you sure you’re ok, buddy?”

“Yeah, I’m- I’m fine.” Harold smiled a bit. “It’s good, man. I guess I’ve just felt kinda weird since we went to the future.”

George smiled back. “It must be weird, huh? I had to figure it out myself, you knew before you even knew! It’s kinda crazy.”

“Our lives are crazy.” Harold laughed.

Meanwhile, all the way up in space…

Three aliens were fighting over a remote in their U.F.O. The language was foreign, but anyone could tell that they sounded like teenagers. One of the aliens held the remote away from the other two, and a laser below the ship moved around wildly with the remote.

Suddenly, the remote was smacked to the ground and the button was pressed. The laser shot down towards Earth, making the aliens pause. One of them quickly jumped into the driver's seat and flew them off.

Back on Earth, George and Harold were walking around the playground at recess. Everyone was sitting around, reading the newest Captain Underpants issue.

“You know, I think this might be one of my favorite issues yet,” George said, and smiled as he held out the original copy of the issue.

“Yeah! I'm gonna be honest, I didn't think everyone would like it this much-”

Suddenly, the laser from the alien spaceship zapped Harold and knocked him backward.

“Oh my gosh!” George panicked and kneeled down next to his best friend, shaking his shoulder. “Harold, are you ok?” The boy groaned, and suddenly a storm began forming from his head. George gasped and watched as the storm grew bigger and bigger, and a big ugly face appeared on it as it towered over the school. The kids all screamed (as you do) and ran around in a panic as the storm monster started attacking the school.

“Uh-oh!” George cried. “Harold, we have to get Captain Underpants-!”

George was cut off when he pulled on Harold’s arm, but the boy didn't move. Instead, he was sitting on the ground and staring up at the monster with a mix of fear and despair on his face.

“Harold?” George waved his hand in front of Harold's face, but no response. “Come on, man! What gives?!”

“Leave me alone,” Harold sobbed- sobbed- Harold never cried- and pushed George's arm away, burying his face in his arms. George’s frown deepened; something was definitely wrong.

George ran off, bursting into the school to find Mr. Krupp. Chunks of the building broke off into the storm (how the school could afford repairs once a week George never knew), and all the kids were screaming and hiding under desks. As George ran, he crashed into exactly what- or rather, who- he was looking for.

“You!” Mr. Krupp yelled. “I know you have something to do with this! What did you-?!”

“No time!” George cried, snapping his fingers. Instantly, the man stripped to his underwear and grabbed a piece of red fabric from the school display, tying it around his neck.

“Tra-la-laaaa!” Captain Underpants announced.

“Captain Underpants, there's a storm attacking the school, you gotta hurry!” George dragged the superhero outside.

“Oh my! That doesn't look very nice!” Captain Underpants said, looking up at the face of the storm. It growled with sharp teeth, breaking away more of the school. A few kids were pulled into it and spun around the outside before being spat back out.

“You gotta stop it!”

“Oh yeah!” Captain Underpants laughed and flew towards the storm. As he tried to fight it, George looked around desperately for Harold. He was exactly where he had left him, only now laying on his side and crying heavily.

“Harold! Harold, buddy!” George ran over, kneeling down next to him. “What's happening to you, Harold?!”

“It's right, George!” Harold sobbed, covering his face with his hands. “It's right, I know it's right!”

“What are you-?” George jumped as Captain Underpants was slammed upside-down against the wall beside them.

“That storm keeps whispering mean things!” Captain Underpants frowned, righting himself and standing up.

“Whispering-?” George turned towards the storm, and, listening closely, he could hear what the superhero was talking about.

“You're just disgusting.”

“You know it's wrong. You know it. Freak.”

“Everyone hates you. They hate it. They hate you, because it's bad.”

“You dragged him down with you. It's your fault. It wouldn't have happened if you weren't-!”

George's eyes widened as he looked back at Harold. Was all that what he had been worried about?

“This storm is such a downer, man!” Captain Underpants flew back up to the storm, trying harder to beat it up. Harold screamed, doubling down around himself and wrapping his arms around his sides. The more Captain Underpants attacked the monster, the greater Harold's pain seemed to get.

And then George got it.

“Captain Underpants!” He yelled, trying to get the hero's attention. “CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS!”

“Huh?” He was knocked back out of the sky, landing a few feet in front of the boys.

“We can't attack it! It's hurting Harold!” George told him, trying to ignore the whispers in his ears. If he listened to them, he was sure he'd start to believe them.

“Hurting Harold?” Captain Underpants frowned. “But then how do we defeat it?”

George started pacing, trying to think. The whispers started to seep further into his mind, almost personalized- “At least they have the decency to pick a side-” George shook his head, growling. It wasn't bad, he told himself determinedly. It was normal! People all over the world were like them! It was fun!

A loud screech came from the storm, as if it were hurt. George gasped. His eyes widened.

“I think I know what to do!” George told Captain Underpants. “But we need help! Stay here!”

George hurried into the school, quickly looking around. Several other students were hiding, and some were throwing things at the storm in a futile attempt to hurt it.

“Erica!” George ran over to the girl, tugging at her arm. “Erica, we need help!”

“What are we supposed to do?” Erica asked.

“I think I figured it out, but the more people, the better,” George told her.

“Is this you imbeciles’ fault?!” Melvin snapped, popping up from under a table. “It always is!”

“We didn't do anything! This time! Look, I just need some help-” George ducked and covered his head as Captain Underpants broke through the ceiling with Harold in his arms.

“I think the storm is hurting Harold!” Captain Underpants frowned, setting him on the floor.

“What's going on with him?” Melvin asked.

“I dunno! Some weird laser thing zapped Harold and then this thing formed and it's saying mean stuff-!”

“It's saying homophobic stuff!” Melvin slapped his forehead. “You dolt, it's internalized homophobia!”

“Um, I don't hear anything!” A student spoke up.

“You can't hear it?” George and Melvin asked, confused. The girl shook her head.

“Ok, well, that's not the point!” George flinched and looked back at Harold. He went and kneeled next to him, lightly holding his shoulder. “Harold? Buddy?”

“I'm sorry, George. It's my fault you're-” Harold gulped and sobbed. “Y-you had a chance to- to be n-normal, bu-but I-”

“Harold, it's not your fault I like boys too,” George assured, helping him to sit up. “Y'know, thinking about it- do you remember that new kid in like, 3 grade that I kept wanting to prank?”

“Him?” Harold laughed a bit, sniffing and rubbing at his cheeks. George blushed and shrugged.

“Maybe! But it's not your fault. You just helped me like, figure out that boys are even an option. It's awesome!” The storm outside screeched loudly and growled.

Harold smiled softly, but then frowned and looked down. “But it's weird, isn't it?”

“Actually, homosexuality has been found and documented in about 500 species,” Melvin spoke up. “Humans are no weirder than the rest of the animal kingdom, save for we're the only ones with homophobia.”

“...can dolphins be gay?” Harold asked quietly.

“Mm-hm.” Melvin nodded. Harold grinned. The monster began to shrink and screamed, pulsing slightly.

“... Doesn't… doesn't everyone hate it? Me?” Harold asked quietly. George set a determined face and sat down next to his friend, hugging him tightly.

“We don't hate you, Harold,” Erica said, stepping forward.

“Yeah, we don't mind it,” another student agreed.

“I don't like you, but just because you're annoying.” Melvin folded his arms and looked away. “Not because you're gay. That's just mean.”

“You're super cool, yo!” Captain Underpants smiled. The other students nodded and spoke in agreement. Once more, the storm cried out and shrank even more.

“It’s shrinking!” Erica pointed out. At this point, the storm was trying desperately to get at Harold again- everyone could hear it shouting now.

“Harold, you can’t listen to it!” George held onto Harold’s shoulders. “You have to ignore it! It’s lying to you!”

Harold squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears. “You’re wrong,” he said to himself- to the storm. “You’re wrong! You’re lying!” The storm kept shrinking and shrinking. “There’s nothing wrong with it! THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING GAY!”

The storm let out one final scream as it shrank and finally disappeared completely. Everyone froze for a moment before George and Harold laughed and tightly hugged each other.

“Woah! That was cool, it’s gone now!” Captain Underpants smiled.

“I can’t believe you were scared about… all that,” George said. Harold shrugged, resting his head on his best friend’s shoulder. He sniffed and rubbed at his face.

“I wasn’t, really. I didn’t believe any of it. But then it just got a lot… stronger.”

“I wonder where the laser came from,” George said. Suddenly, a pipe burst in the half-destroyed school and directly hit Captain Underpants. The boys burst into laughter as Mr. Krupp sputtered and came to.

“What- George, what did you do?! What happened to the school?!” Mr. Krupp yelled. “AND WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!”

[katsbooks]

Schwarze Nacht - Chapter Two

Walter C. Dornez x Reader

‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.

          If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’

           (Y/n)’s first week was chaos personified. Between getting lost, forgetting details about her jobs, running late one morning and dealing with the scrutiny of the Head Maid, she was so glad when Sunday came around.

           (Y/n) groaned a little as she sat down at one of the galley tables, a cup of coffee in one hand and a napkin with bagels and cream cheese in the other. She scrubbed a hand over her tired face, knocking her glasses askew as she did. She had only slept in to eight, and she really wasn’t a morning person to begin with. But it was the only way she would get used to this schedule, so it was necessary. She could nap later.

           As she munched on her cream cheese smothered bagel, she was alerted of a presence approaching her table and she looked up to see Walter, dressed in his usual outfit, sitting down across from her with a cup of hot tea in hand.

           “You don’t mind my company, do you?” he smiled. She shook her head, her mouth too full of bagel to verbally respond. She swallowed and took a sip of her coffee, before asking,

           “I thought you didn’t have to wear your uniforms on your days off?”

           Walter smiled, “You don’t. But I’ve become so accustomed to it, it would feel strange to wear anything else.”

           (Y/n) could understand that. 51 years of wearing the same outfit pretty much every day? It would feel strange to wear casual clothing. She was still quite content with her jeans and t-shirt, though.

           “I’m surprised you’re up, really. Even Delores sleeps in on Sundays,” Walter said, stirring sugar into his tea.

           “I’m kind of surprised by that news, actually. There’s reason to my madness, though,” (Y/n) said.

           “Oh? Do tell.”

           “Well, I’m so used to staying up late and sleeping in, that these early mornings are just…killing me, figuratively speaking. So it’s just easier to get up early on days off too and take naps later to make up for it,” she shrugged.

           “Mm. Smart,” Walter smiled, sipping her tea. (Y/n) took another drink of her coffee. “Not one for tea?”

           “Iced sweet tea is the only tea I really care for, but I think that comes from living in the South,” she stated. “I only drink hot tea when my throat’s sore. Mix it with some honey and lemon, and it’s a good day.”

           “I forget that you’re from America sometimes. You’ve got such excellent manners during work,” Walter hummed. (Y/n) chuckled a little bit as she nibbled her second bagel.

           “My mom and dad raised me right. ‘Yes ma’am, no sir’ kinda thing. Granted, they also taught me to not take any crap from anyone too, but respect’s the highest compliment you can give someone,” she said.

           “If only there were more young folk such as yourself, Miss (Y/n),” Walter said.

           “You and me both,” (Y/n) muttered. “That was one reason why I was more than happy to leave America—people have no couth anymore. It’s like living in a country of uncivilized, spoiled children. I know not everyone’s like that, but it certainly felt like that.”

           “You certainly hold a good vocabulary, Miss (Y/n). You have a good head on your shoulders, and that’s quite encouraging,” Walter said, taking a swallow of his tea. “You said you liked to read. What kind of books interest you?”

           “Mostly? I’m a huge romantic, so…a lot of fantasy romance,” (Y/n) admitted and Walter chuckled. “But I like other genres. Horror’s always fun and I don’t mind a decent science fiction now and then. 1984 by Mr. Orwell is an excellent book, for example.”

           “Indeed.”

           “Let’s see…I’m not really big into history, unless it’s mythology or folklore, but Egyptian and Greek/Roman history’s always fascinated me,” (Y/n) hummed, thinking. “Sometimes I like flipping through science books.”

           “Did you read a lot as a child?”

           “All the time. Kept the loneliness away,” she said. At his questioning look, she elaborated. “I…didn’t have many friends growing up. Not really any at all. I never got why, I was apparently a pushover as a kid, but that might have been the reason. So I read a lot; getting lost in my books seemed like a better life than dealing with the kids picking on me.”

           “I’m sorry to hear that.”

           (Y/n) shrugged, “It was just how it was for me. Yeah, I hated it, but if you just wanted to be my friend to use me for whatever reason, I didn’t want your friendship or need it. Jeez, I think I was fourteen before I actually met someone that I could relate with. I still hate that she’s so far away.”

           “Finding a friend after so long, then moving away is certainly hard. Do you keep in contact?” Walter asked.

           “I try. We write and when I can, I call. But it’s hard,” she murmured. “Still, it’s life, right?”

           “Indeed,” Walter agreed and for a moment they sat in silence, Walter drinking his tea and (Y/n) munching on her bagel. “…you said you also drew. Is this a side hobby?”

           “My drawing? Eh, kinda? I mean, I’m not awful at it, actually I’d like to think I’m a decent artist. It was just something to pass the time and it became interesting. I took a few classes in middle and high school,” (Y/n) said. “I like drawing people. I find them fascinating.”

           “Why’s that?”

           “Well, think of it this way. Scenery rarely changes. Sure, you’ve got your seasons, sometimes there’s a mudslide or rain or whatever, but for the most part it stays the same,” (Y/n) started. “Now humans—people in general, really—they’re so interesting because they’re constantly changing. Age, emotion, physical deformities. There are so many wonderful and beautiful things about the human body, I don’t think I’d be able to draw them all.”

           Walter smiled a little. “You remind me of an old friend, when you say that. He thinks the same thing, really.”

           “Does he? Perhaps I’ll meet him someday.”

           “Oh, I’m sure you will. He works here, he just doesn’t come out of his room often unless it’s for a job,” Walter said. He leaned over towards the fruit bowl set on the table and picked through it, grabbing a small bunch of grapes and setting it down on a napkin. (Y/n) looked at the fruit bowl for a minute as well, then at the last bite of bagel. She was still hungry, so she leaned over and grabbed herself an apple.

           “So what are your plans for today, Miss (Y/n)?” Walter asked her as he started eating his grapes. (Y/n) took a bite of her apple, thinking for a minute.

           “…well, I was hoping to walk to town today to the bookstore, but as it’s raining, that’s out of the question. So I guess I’ll learn my way around the manor so I don’t get lost again tomorrow,” (Y/n) said.

           “That sounds like a splendid idea. Perhaps I could show you some easier routes?” Walter offered.

           “Sure, I’d like that. Would definitely make my life easier,” she smiled. “You don’t mind?”

           “Not at all. It is my day off as well,” he smiled charmingly. (Y/n) smiled back and finished up her apple, before drinking the rest of her coffee. “I have to ask, are you one that likes your coffee black or with cream?”

           “With cream and sugar. I hate plain coffee, it’s too bitter,” (Y/n) grimaced. Walter chuckled at her expression.

           “So you have a sweet tooth.”

           “Majorly. I come by it honestly, though. My dad loves chocolate, so it stems from that.”

           “I admittedly like the occasional sweet treat myself,” Walter said. “Sir Integra doesn’t care for anything sweet, though.”

           “Believable,” (Y/n) said.

           “Is it?”

           “I get the impression that ‘sweet’ isn’t in her nature,” (Y/n) said. “If it’s not past my boundaries to say that.”

           “Oh not at all, you’re free to have an opinion, my dear. It’s human nature to do so. What else did you pick up about Sir Integra?”

           “Not too much, I mean…I didn’t meet her for very long if you remember,” (Y/n) pointed out. “But she definitely knows how to intimidate someone. She seems very serious, but also a little dry-witted too. Most likely listens to classical music when she works too.”

           “You are quite observant,” Walter said, impressed.

           “Part of being an artist.”

           “Surely. Now then,” Walter stood, gathering his empty cup and napkin full of grape stems. “Shall we begin your tour?”

           “Of course,” (Y/n) nodded, standing to wash her cup and put it on the drying rack and toss away her apple core and napkin. As she met up with Walter outside of the galley, she took a moment to think that this was such a strange feeling, having had a casual conversation with the Butler of the Hellsing Organization.

           Walter gave her a smile and she returned it, deciding to let it not bother her now, following the man as he showed her his little shortcuts and the easier routes through the manor.

[sml8180]

About Me Tag

Tagged by: @deputyoneill

Tagging: ....I have no idea who has/hasn’t done this, so, do it if you want to, I guess???

How tall are you?

5′ 4″

What colour and style is you hair?

Medium/Dark brown (sometimes I have blonde highlighting/peek-a-boo on the left of my part), and short enough that if I went any shorter with it, clippers would be involved.

What colour are your eyes?

Dark brown (to the point where my family occasionally jokes that they’re black, they’re really dark)

Do you wear glasses/braces?

I’ve always had glasses, and had braces from roughly 3rd or 4th grade until about a week before my 8th grade year started.

Fashion sense?

Next to non-existent. I literally live in jeans, T-shirts, and hoodies most of the time. Occasionally I’ll be kinda like, business casual? But mostly just jeans and “Eh, this one’s cool/clean/comfy, I’ll throw this on” and sneakers.

Full name?

Susan Marie L. You’re not getting my last name. Given, if you look close enough at some of my drawings, you might figure it out, if you can figure out the mess I sign it with.

When were you born?

November 2, 1999 Fun fact: I was supposed to be born on December 1, and after my parents were out to dinner with my older brother (who was 10 at the time), he said “Wouldn’t it be cool if the baby came now?” and my parents responded “Not right now, but tomorrow would be fine.” That was November 1. Guess who arrived the next day? Where tf did my mildly comedic timing go?

Where are you from and where do you live?

Born in Massachusetts, and I still live here.

What school do you go to?

None, currently. I graduated from my local high school almost a full year ago, and I’m looking to go to college in the fall, if things work out.

What kind of student are you?

I was an okay student until like, middle school, and things went downhill. I almost failed freshman year, even though I was trying hard. After we found out I was dealing with ADHD and put on medication, I went from like straight D- grades, to A and B marks. Last three years of high school, I was a great student.

Do you like school?

I fucking hated school for most of my time. I’m not a people person for the most part, and everyone was always too loud and immature. My last three years of high school (again, after being diagnosed with ADHD and getting it under control), were pretty good, though, and I didn’t mind it. I honestly loved my Junior and Senior years.

Favorite TV shows?

Doctor Who, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Carmen Sandiego (2019), Pit Bulls and Parolees, and Untold Stories of the ER (I have an odd mix of tastes, but oh well)

Favorite movie?

It’s a close tie between Zootopia, Coco, Deadpool, Black Panther, and Iron Giant. I literally can’t pick just one of those, because it’s a constant battle between them.

Favorite book?

Again, a close tie between the ASoUE series (with Hostile Hospital way up there), Ghost Ship by Clive Cussler, and Deck Z: The Titanic by Chris Pauls and Matt Solomon

Favorite pastimes?

Drawing, writing, making props, listening to music, and playing video games (at least the ones that’ll run on my laptop)

Do you have regrets?

Doesn’t everyone?

Dream job?

Something along the lines of an animator or video game designer (likely on either the story or character design end, I hated programming in my game design class)

Would you like to be married?

Someday, yeah

Would you like to have kids?

Maybe? Probably.

How many?

One or two. I think that’s all I’d be able to handle.

What countries have you visited?

I’ve been to Canada, but I was really young (like, still a baby young), so I don’t remember it.

Scariest nightmare?

Might sound cliche, but losing my family and friends. Though I prefer to be on my own, I’m terrified of being completely alone.

Or being stranded in the middle of the ocean. Deep and open water scares the fuck out of me. You never know what could be down there, and you never know if help will arrive.

Any enemies?

None specifically. Just people who, if I had the option of saving them from falling off a cliff, or saving a backpack that had my laptop and sketchbooks in it, I’d save the backpack.

Any significant one?

Not really. Unless my own brain counts because it doesn’t let me get one thing done at a time. ADHD is fun some days.

Do you believe in miracles?

Kind of? I do but I don’t, if that makes sense. I believe that just about anything can happen, even if you can’t explain it, but I don’t know if I really believe in miracles.

How are you?

I’m alright, at the moment. Not great, but not bad, either.

[shedancesinstarlight]

Akatuski no Yona gift exchange 2017

hey!  @jami1307lah i’m your secret santa! 

you asked for soem au fluff so heres a fic i wrote for you! i hope you like it!!!

THE PERFECT GIFT  

Hak hated Christmas. Okay so he didn’t hate it, but it didn’t mean he loves it either. Its not that he didn’t enjoy the general merriment that took place in this time of year, but how excited people became at the prospect of presents. What he really hated wasn’t Christmas itself, but the shopping. If the busy shops weren’t enough of a turn off the general stress that came with finding the right gift. Generally this wouldn’t be a problem he either wouldn’t bother or just give whoever he needed to give a present to a gift card and a pat on the shoulder. But this was different, don’t ask him how it just was. Usually he didn’t feel much pressure when it came to buying a gift for Yona. They had known each other since they were children and had basically grown up beside each other. But for some ungodly reason this last year things had begun to change between them. where before he had enjoyed the annoyance of the small girl’s pout as he called her an airhead now all he could think as he stared down at her was how soft her lips looked. Before he could tousle her hair and only receive her annoyed complaints now he was afraid to touch her auburn locks out of fear he wouldn’t be able to let go, why had he never noticed how soft it was before!

To say things had become weird on his end was an understatement.

A few hours ago, he had been sat in algebra bored out of his mind waiting for the bell to signal the end of the teachers drowning that even they seemed to have grown tired of a this point in the year. At the ring of the bell he began collecting up his things listing to the excited buzz of the other students around him, their girlish squeals of excitement as they theorise what presents they may be receiving. He was all but ready to leave when an all too familiar voice entered the conversation.

“I already got the best present”, Yona beamed “Soo-won gave it too me yesterday.” The other girls begin cooing admiration and jealousy as they crowd in closer to see the gift she removes from her bag. Hak finds himself oddly drawn to the spectacle curious and discomforted for a reason he can’t quite understand until he steps towards the group and sees a large sparkling hair pin. To say it was a perfect gift was an understatement, the rose shape and colour perfectly complimented Yona’s cascading red hair whilst the golden edging and gemstones allowed it to sparkle and draw attention to its owner, it obviously couldn’t have been cheap but was chosen with such certainty they must have been a lot of thought put in to it.

And just like that Hak found himself suddenly found himself caring about Christmas presents. He was completely lost, why did he care what Soo-won got Yona? They had always been close growing up and it had never made a difference before, so why did it make his insides roll a thunderous storm now? He must have had a strange expression on his face as he stared down at the offending gift as Yona’s friend Lili placed her hand on his elbow suddenly jolting his attention towards the tall girl.

“pretty isn’t it?” she states concerned eyes roaming his face. He isn’t sure what she’s looking for, glancing back towards Yona he watches as she gently places the gift back in to her bag, causing relief to rush through him the moment its removed from his sight.

“you know” Lili says a mischievous lit taking over her voice and expression “she really likes that pin, but I’m sure someone who knows her as well as you do could find her something even better.”

 Which is how Hak somehow found himself in his current predicament a few days till Christmas in a way too busy shopping centre looking for the perfect gift. To make matters worse he had probably chosen the worst group of people in the world to go shopping with. When Yoon had originally suggested they go shopping after class ended that day Hak had thought he had found the perfect opportunity to find a gift. Yoon was the best when it came to knowing what people wanted and was great with money too! What he had forgotten to take in to account were his other… friends.

As he walked through the crowds towards the familiar light brown tuft of hair, only to stop short at the crowds clear to reveal the red headed girl beside him. Yona. What is she doing here???

“Hak you came!” she exclaims in greeting spotting him and drawing him closer in to their small group. When he had agreed to come he didn’t realise they would all be there, how was he supposed to get away to find Yona a gift in such a big group? Someone would definitely notice and that would reveal what ever this was? What was this anyways? Sure, Yona was his friend… his friend that he cared about a lot… and we protective of… and would get jealous of other people. What even was this anymore?

“right!” Yoon called getting the small groups attention “since we’re all here now and its slightly busier than expected, how about we split in to pairs”

“don’t worry shin-ah as your big brother I will make sure you don’t get lost amongst all these people” Kija proudly announced placing a well-meaning hand on his shoulder a pleased smile spreading across his face.

“this big brother thing has got to stop they’re basically the same age” Hak mutters to himself.

“great that Means we have one pair,” Yoon’s eyes sine with mischief glancing over Hak (that was weird) before landing on Yona “how about Yona and Hak”.

“NO anyone but her” he accidentally releases watching as everyone jumps back in shock. “what’s that supposed to mean!” Yona shoots back before he can explain himself hurt showing on her face, you know what,” she says hurt and anger shining through her eyes “I didn’t want to be your partner anyway me and Lili will go!” she grabs hold of the dark-haired girls arm and storms off in to the crowd

“real smooth Hak” Jae-ha adds as they watch the girls diaper in to the teeming crowds “if you want I can give you proper lessons on how to talk to girls, might help them to like you more”

“I didn’t mean for that to come out how it sounded okay!” he protests

“still,” Yoon adds “you should probably apologise, that was pretty rude.” The others nod in agreement causing further embarrassment to burst inside the dark-haired man.

“yeah I know… I’ve just got to go… now… you know…presents” he adds voice gruff with embarrassment as he tries to take his leave of the group. This trip was already turning in to a mess but so long as he can get something while he’s here it wouldn’t be a total failure at least, in one shop and out again.

Or at least that’s what he had thought. Two hours In and he hadn’t bought so much as a nut. Why was gift shopping so hard? He had tried asking for help but that was going as well as could be expected when he didn’t even know where to start, “it needs to be something big, okay not big… but you know good! Like something that shows I care? you know something girls will like?” he attempts to instruct the uncertain sales assistant.

“im sorry sir, can you be more specific to what you might like?” the small girl clearly overwhelmed and trying to appease his strange request.

“don’t worry young miss we’ll take this from here” Jae-ha appears behind Hak leaning his elbow on though the shorter man’s shoulder and winking at the young lady as she leaves them a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“Relax Hak, you’ve never been that fussed about finding gifts before so why the importance now?” Jae-ha asks a curious and knowing smile seeming to overtake his smile “unless there is someone in particular you had in mind.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” he states gruffly Shoving jae-has arm away. “ I just need to find the right thing this time okay”

“the right thing eh” the taller man hmmms knowingly “some would say its harder to look for then to know, try thinking about the other person,” he pauses and looks meaningfully towards him “really thinking and you might realise what it is you need”

Beginning to turn to leave and continue on his way he quickly pauses “ oh and if you were thinking of apologising to Yona you’ll have to wait till later, Lili took her home, someone stuck some gum in her hair and she’s become quite upset.”

A slight anger burns inside him that someone would do that to her, Yona’s hair had always been precious to her and now because of someone’s carelessness it was going to have to be cut. He suddenly felt the need to find a better gift all the more, she need someone to cheer her up and it would be him.

Finally being kicked out as the doors to the shops all close for the night Hak is at a complete loss, he still hasn’t gotten Yona anything and Jae-ha’s words had only made him more confused, really think? Think about what? He was thinking about her eyes and how they sparkle and her grin and how it always caches his attention, and her hair… oh her hair before now it had always been so eye catching the long bright red locks flowing free drawing attention her way from a young age.  Such an iconic and distinguishable red.  The very same red sparkling blinding him as he passes by the window. Turning his head, he looks inside the glass eyes locking on to the very thing he needed. It’s perfect.

 Walking the familiar route to his childhood friends home the dark haired man becomes he stress down at the small wrapped gift. He hopes its enough. Pausing on the pavement outside the large family home he realises all too late the time. He’s spent so long shopping and wrapping he had forgotten that most people might be asleep at this time. Its too late to knock on her door, besides that might wake up her father instead and that’s not what he was here for. He supposed he could just give it to her tomorrow but then a feeling of guilt flashes through him at the memory of her hurt expression. Pulling out his phone he rings the first number and after a few beeps he’s greeted with a tired muffled response.

“hello” the sound of moving bedsheets as she rolls around adjusting to her newly awakened state “Hak what is it?”

“I’m sorry I upset you earlier.” He rushes out.

“oh… its okay I know you didn’t mean it, is that the only reason you called at this time?” she asks confused.

“look out your window” he instructs spotting her face peer out at his words, “come outside sleeping beauty”

“Hak I really don’t want to, I look like a mess.” She sadly utters

“can’t be any worse than when we were 8 and you tried to chase me and take my ice cream and ended up falling in the mud instead!”

“hey!” she starts to giggle at the memory “ I think I remember that being my ice cream first!”

“maybe, why don’t you come down and see if we can figure this out then? See who’s lying?”

There’s a slight pause on the other end of the line as the small girl is putting thought in to her response “…. Okay, but only if you promise not to laugh”

“how bad could it really be?” he asks which is met with a displeased grumble “okay I promise”

A few moments later he watches as the front door of his friend’s home opens up to reveal the girl he had known for so many years but instead of the long cascading red curls he had grown to associate her with instead his eyes landed opon her face, lit up with the bright short hair framing it like a glowing halo and drawing attention to her deep shining blue eyes. Eyes with sad red rings from where she had been rubbing away at tears. He’s frozen, what can he say? She looks so good yet is so unhappy.

“it looks awful doesn’t it?” she asks taking his silence for negativity.

“no! ...no, I love it… it looks great” it looks more than great she looked cute. Oh. And with that sudden admittance realisation dawned on him, the reason he had been so weird around her recently, why he cared so much and got jealous so easily. He liked Yona, more than just a childhood friend. He wanted to kiss her and tell her how beautiful she looked to him, how her hair doesn’t change that and she would still be beautiful even if she wore a potato sack because he adored how great she was on the inside and would never leave her side.  But he can’t not right now, it’s too soon, he’s only just realised himself what he’s feeling and he Can’t expect her to deal with that uncertainty on top of everything else.

Steping towards her he lays a hand softly on her head, “you know I was worried something really bad had happened like you’d dyed your hair blue” she gives him a small laugh in response “but I guess since its still here I don’t have to worry about your Christmas present not matching.”

“present?” she asks attention peaked, “it’s not another gift card, is it?” she asks frowning

“hey, I don’t always do those!” he says mock offence coating his words “here” he says showing her the small box wrapped in snowy paper watching as she takes it surprised and begins to unwrap the small gift.

Opening the small box they both peer down at the small pendent nestled inside. A small heart shaped stone topped with a golden edging and white gems appear wearing almost crown like as it lay there under her scrutiny, “ I love it the red haired girl exclaims “ here help me put it on!” she asks handing the delicate chain over to him to place around her neck. “how do I look?” she enquires once he’s done a bright smile out shining the gift itself.

Looking at her the small pendant hanging from her neck and the smile gracing her face Hak is filled with a deep sense of comfort and joy that he hadn’t felt since his uncertain feelings had begun so long ago. “beautiful.” He breathes wrapping his arms around a surprised Yona enveloping the small girl in his arms. Squeezing on to her tight he feels the soft movements of her body as she breathes and rests her arms across his back in return whispering as light merry Christmas as they both stand in the night their own secret world only illuminated by the soft glow of the street lights and the stars. Wrapped up in yonas arms Christmas didn’t seem so bad any more.

i hope you like it!

here what i used as a refrence for the necklace in case you were wondering what it looked like: 

[cartoonmouse]

ANON SAID:  6 for merry and owen maybe?? Totally fine if you don't want to do it, I just think they'd be an interesting pairing

hey anon this is probably not what you were expecting but i have a habit of writing the dumbest plots for these prompts. also according to familyecho, glenmores and whitehills are distantly related, but at this point everyone in the AU is related in some way, so i don’t really give a shit *sunglasses emoji* ALSO i tried to keep owen in character, but i’m unable to do this and he might be OOC so ;-;... 

Here they come.

Merry Whitehill peeked over her laptop screen, eyes narrowing as she spotted the group of rowdy boys entering the coffee shop. They pushed and shoved at each other, trading barbs and insults back and forth. Loud, invasive, cocky boys.

Merry huffed and returned to her work. Graphic design was kicking her ass this semester. The professor graded too hard, found her work twee and therefore mediocre. Her latest assignment was returned with a harsh, red “C”-- the plus only serving to taunt her. Merry had never gotten a C on anything let alone an art assignment. Art was her thing. The one thing she had that set her apart from her other towheaded siblings.

“Rowing team,” Boremund Moss said, looking over his shoulder at the boys. They leaned against the cafe counter, some of the them to flirt with the red-faced barista clumsily taking their orders. “They love to walk around like they own the whole place, don’t they?”

“You sound jealous,” Tabby Lake teased. She was bent over a notebook full of scribbles--poetry, she called it. “Didn’t you try out for the team earlier this year?”

“No,” Mund replied, sharply. “I wouldn’t join up with those idiots if you paid me.”

Merry rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You’d kill to be one of those dick-swinging jackasses.”

“They throw all the best parties.” Tabby thoughtfully tapped her pen against her lips. “Get all the best girls.”

“Grades are shit,” Merry said. She tilted her head in the direction of one of the taller boys. His hair was a deep russet color, grin bright and troublesome. The sort of grin you stayed far away from if you knew any better. “That one’s in my geology class. Even dumber than the rocks.”

Tabby snorted into her tea. Mund reclined in his chair, hands behind his head, amused.

“Merry, you’re something else.”

“Good to know.”

Her voice dripped with sarcasm--residual annoyance from the C+. She felt it burning a hole in her backpack. Elyse and Karl wouldn’t have gotten a C+, she thought as she ripped up her napkin into jagged strips. Tabby gave her a concerned look which she ignored. Usually being around good friends and good coffee (with doughnuts) would cheer her up. The smell of hot chocolate, cinnamon, and vanilla wafting through the air only stung her nose and gave her a massive headache. Or maybe it was the douche canoes causing a ruckus only a few feet away. This was her space dammit. A pack of wild bros weren’t allowed to invade her space.

“I’m going to kill every last one of them,” she growled. “Put holes in the bottoms of their boats so they all sink to the bottom.”

“They’re not being too bad today.” Sometimes Tabby reminded her of her mother with the sweet, placating tone of her voice, the way she tried in vain to give everyone a fair shot. Merry, meanwhile, carried the Whitehill temper like a curse, and no one was safe.

“I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt. For you.”

The words had not left her mouth before the entire rowing team decided to take over the table right behind Merry and her friends. Her shoulders hunched, wincing at the increase in noise levels. The boys yammered and guffawed at each other’s stupid jokes. One directly behind Merry “whispered” to the boy in her geology class, loud enough for the entire cafe to hear him.

“Nice ass on that one, right?” He was talking about the barista, Merry assumed. She gritted her teeth. She recalled nights out with Tabby where men had attempted to grope them and get their numbers afterwards. She would’ve kicked their asses if her friend hadn’t talked her off the ledge.

“Eh,” Dumber Than Rocks said. He took a long sip of his drink. “I’ve seen better.”

“Who?”

“Your sister’s.”

The table erupted as if Dumber Than Rocks had said the funniest thing they’d ever heard. One of them was due to keel over and die from laughter at any moment.

Across from Merry, Mund made a face, but kept doodling in the margins of his psych textbook. Tabby played with the string of her tea bag. She looked nervous. Like she knew…

“Hey--excuse me.” Merry had turned and tapped Dumber Than Rocks on the shoulder. She wore a sweet, artless expression--a look she had perfected over the years thanks to watching Karl and Roslin always get their ways with it. Thanks to Merry’s doe-eyed Bole features this came almost too easily.

Dumber Than Rocks eyed her with interest, his attention fully captured like a fish on a hook. Time to reel his ass in.

“You’re being a bit loud,” Merry said. ‘My friends and I are trying to study.”

“There’s a library on campus,” one of the row bros said, smugly. “You could maybe go there?”

Merry smiled thinly. “Wow… did you come up with that idea all on your own? I didn’t know a guy like you could think.”

The row bros let out a chorus of low oohs and jostled their friend. He soured and went to reply, but Dumber Than Rocks put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, she’s just playin around,” he said. He directed his smile at her like a floodlight. “Right?”

“I’m actually being really serious.” Merry’s smile didn’t waver. She felt Tabby beside her take a deep breath and hold it. “And if you shits don’t keep your voices down I’m going to use this…” She held up the plastic knife she’d been given with her bagel. “To castrate each and every one of you.”

The row bros blinked, all taken aback by her threat. It was an empty threat, of course--she wouldn’t touch any of them with a ten foot pole--but saying it still felt satisfying. And the looks on their faces… you couldn’t buy that kind of gratification.

The only row bro who didn’t look put off was Dumber Than Rocks. He put a hand to his mouth, stifling a laugh, until he couldn’t hold it back any longer. When he laughed he showed all his teeth. Merry blushed and hated herself for it.

“You look like someone I know,” he said as his friends turned away to talk amongst themselves--quieter this time, Merry noted. “Do I know you?”

“Geology with Professor Skinner,” Merry said. “You sit all the way in the back and come in late every day.”

“So you’ve been paying attention to me.” He seemed pleased by this.

“Only because you’re a disruption.” Merry didn’t like where this conversation was going. She shifted awkwardly in her chair. Confidence only took her so far. She didn’t have Elyse’s breeziness when it came to dealing with others. She could deliver a verbal kick to the groin, but had trouble following it up after her temper had cooled. “Maybe think about coming to lecture on time for once.”

“Maybe we can sit together,” he said, hopefully. He smiled again, making her think of a puppy.

Not a puppy. A wolf.

“Maybe.”

“My name’s Owen.” He held out his hand, and she stared at it. Did he expect her to shake it? What was this? A business meeting?

“Meredyth.” She let most people use her nickname--most friends. Owen wasn’t a friend. He was more of a nuisance and therefore didn’t get the privilege.

Behind her, Mund made a show out of closing his textbook and rustling his papers. Even Tabby fidgeted a bit too noisily with her backpack (why did she need so many keychains anyway?). Merry turned to glance at her friends and they both gestured to the door of the cafe with their eyes, desperate to leave.

“We have an exam next Friday, right?” Owen asked. If he noticed Mund and Tabby getting up to leave then he showed no sign of it. He kept his eyes trained on her, following the movement of her hands as she unzipped her own backpack.

“Thursday,” she replied. “This Thursday. Tomorrow.”

Owen face dropped. “Ah, shit.”

Merry couldn’t help but feel bad for him. A little bad. She’d done her share of forgetting exam dates in the past. Mother would advise her to be kind, to offer sympathy to those who were in need of it. Maybe just this once she could.

“If you need help I have the notes,” Merry said. “You can borrow them, but you have to promise to give them back. Or…”

“Or the castration, yeah.”

Merry flushed and began rifling through her bag for her geology notebook.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t you and I meet up later and you can tutor me?”

“That doesn’t sound like a better idea. That just sounds like you taking advantage of my good will.”

The corners of Owen’s mouth twitched. He found her funny. “Look, you’re probably way smarter at this stuff than I am. I mean, who cares about… rocks?”

“The exam isn’t on rocks,” Merry said. “It’s on minerals.”

“Those are rocks.”

“Rocks are made of minerals.”

Owen waved a hand at her. “See you’re proving my point. I can’t wrap my head around it. I’d be way better off if you taught me.”

“Merry…” Tabby said. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, impatient.

“Wait for me outside. I’ll be right there.”

Tabby sighed and followed Mund out the door. Merry turned to shut off her laptop. Before she could, she heard the sound of a chair scraping against the cafe floor. Owen had positioned his seat next to hers.

“Did you make that?” He was staring at her laptop screen. The Photoshop window with her graphic design homework was still up. Merry quickly went to close the screen, but he shooed her hands out of the way. “It’s cool. The bugs.”

“It’s not done yet,” Merry said, her face beat red. “I don’t even like it. It’s not good.”

“Did you draw them?”

“Yes.”

“They look realistic.”

Merry stewed in her own embarrassment as Owen continued to study her drawings. She’d sketched them a while ago on a family vacation down south. She’d sat for hours in the field around their summer house waiting for dragonflies. They were messy, sketched fast since the dragonflies wouldn’t stick around too long. She had to copy the details out of books.

“You can draw me sometime, if you want.” Owen said. She couldn’t tell if he was joking.

“I don’t draw people.”

Merry snapped her laptop closed and started collecting the rest of her things. Owen watched her, grinning to himself.

“So what about the tutoring?” he asked. ‘It’d really suck if I failed.”

Merry considered him a moment. His messy hair, his teeth, the sturdy muscles of his arms. She looked away, hoping he couldn’t see her red face. Just as bad as the barista. Maybe worse.

“If you show up at the library tonight--8 o’clock--I might be there.”

Owen grinned. “It’s a date.”

“Not a date.” Merry picked up her backpack and slung it over one shoulder. “It’s charity.”

And with that she walked out of the cafe, leaving Owen and the row bros behind, wondering what the hell she was getting herself into.

[lokimostly]

Sólo Para Amarte (part 1)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter Parker and Y/N have been best friends for three years. When local trouble erupts and begins disrupting normal life- along with their close friendship -the secrets they both harbor come to light.

Word Count: 2,312

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first published fanfic series, so I’d appreciate feedback, and lots of it! Thank you guys for all your input towards getting this series started. This is loosely based off the Spider-Man: Homecoming timeline, so a few minor things will be changed, but I’ll try as hard as possible to keep everything else linear. Also, please forgive my Spanish, it’s not my first language. Feel free to correct me if I make mistakes :)

Series Discontinued. 

Part Two

The sound of a familiar voice made you smile in the back room, wiping your hands on your jeans. It was the beginning of the afternoon rush in Delmar’s Deli-Grocery, and you were lending your dad a hand by keeping things stocked. Grabbing two sleeves of cups in one hand, you swung out of the doorway in time to catch the last of what was being said.

“...iana bellisima.” Your father, Delmar, turned back to a familiar figure and smirked. You watched as Peter Parker -your best friend- nodded before laughing a little, crossing his arms and tracing his lips with his forefinger before responding.

“Yeah? ¿Como esta tu hija, eh?”

One of the hired guys made a whistle, catching eyes with you and laughing.

“Estoy muy bien,” you replied, handing the sleeves to your dumbstruck father. Peter smirked open-mouthed, tongue between his teeth. Delmar stared at him for a moment before shaking his hand and straightening. “Pay up. Ten dollars.”

“Wh- it’s five dollars!” Peter spluttered, pointing up at the sign. He was still grinning.

“For that comment, ten.” Delmar raised his eyebrows pointedly, lips pressed together. You sidled up to your father and gently nudged him away from the register, smiling at your best friend. “It’s five.” Peter mouthed thank you and handed you a bill, Watching as you opened the register and slid him the receipt. His fingers brushed yours absently as he pocketed it, grabbing Murph– the shop’s cat –as she walked across the counter and lifting her into his arms. You watched in amusement while he petted her, scratching behind her ears, his head tilted. “Hey, Murph. How you doin’?”

“She only understands Spanish,” Delmar grunted as he handed him the plastic bag, making you laugh.

“Ella es una gata, Papá. I don’t think she knows either,” You smiled. Your father ignored you, turning to Peter. “How’s school?”

“Uhh, you know. It’s school. I- I got better things to do,” Peter shrugged, setting the cat down. You took the opportunity to reach forward and pick her up yourself. Murph complained loudly before you began scratching her head, wherein her complaints were quickly reversed into a steady, gentle purr of approval.

You looked up suddenly, remembering something. “Hey, when are we doing the history project?”

“Soon,” Peter promised, nodding as he backed towards the door. “I’ll text you?” Delmar whipped to look at you. “He has your number?” You laughed and waved at Peter as he left, while your older sister came down and wrapped her arms over your shoulders, ruffling your hair. “¿Que? Papá, can you blame her? He’s pretty hermoso.” You scoffed and ducked out of your sister’s arms, smiling at the exasperated expression your father made, before he gently shooed Murph off the counter.

~

“I-I didn’t get in a fight. Promise,” Peter said. You frowned, running a thumb over his bruise in the hallway. As gentle as your touch was, he still flinched, and you shook your head.

“Mentiroso. Did you get in a fight with your kitchen cabinet, then?” This drew a laugh out of your friend, making you smile. It was a talent you enjoyed- Peter’s laugh was one of those things that gave you life whenever you heard it. That being said, you tried to draw it out as often as possible. It was fun; the things you’d done over the years to make him laugh … well, those were some of your best memories. And most embarrassing ones.

“You’re coming to my house later to work on the report?”

“Huh?” His voice drew you out of your thoughts. “Yeah, sure.”

Ned popped up next to the two of you, leaning on the lockers. “What’s this I hear? Peter spending time with people?” Peter scoffed and shook his head, looking up at the ceiling. “Man, it’s-it’s for school. If I didn’t have the Sta-”

“The Stark internship,” Ned interrupted flatly. “We know.”

You decided to defuse the situation before it got any more heated. “Don’t get hurt between now and 7th bell, okay?” You gave Peter your best motherly glare, before glancing at Ned with a smile. “Arguing with friends included.” 

Ned nodded and shrugged, blinking, and you felt a pang of empathy for him. You were both Peter’s best friends, a title already stretched thin by the three-way relationship; but with Peter barely finding time for school and the internship, tensions were beginning to rise. I’ve just been handling it a bit better then Ned, I guess, you thought.

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, the, um, bell goes in two minutes, so I-I gotta go.” Peter stepped forward to give you a quick, tight hug, resting his chin on top of your head. Your heart suddenly decided to jump into your throat and you tried to ignore the feeling of his muscles underneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

He pulled away with a smile and you waved as he turned to walk away, leaving you and Ned standing together. You both shared first period, and between the two of you, it made geometry a little more tolerable.

“Sooo, when are you gonna tell him you love him?” Ned asked, nudging you. You scoffed halfheartedly and slid a thumb under your backpack strap, shifting it a little. “Shut up.”

“Tell who what?” Flash interrupted, appearing out of nowhere to throw his arm over your shoulder. You face showed genuine disgust as you shrugged him off, tensing. “You’d be last to know, Flash. And it’s nothing.”

“Uh huh. Speaking of telling,” he said, putting his arm back around your shoulder as you walked, “I’m here to tell you, my lovely lady, that I’d better see you at Liz’s house tomorrow.”

He winked coyly before you pushed his hand off again, Ned spluttering in the background. “Excuse me?”

“For the party. It’ll be pretty lit. You can come too, Nerd- sorry, Ned.” He grinned, but it was a mean smile- all teeth. He turned back to you and put his arm around you a third time, leaning in close to your face. “I bet you and me’ll have a lot of fun.”

You snorted. “Sí, claro. Maybe. If you let me get to class on time.”

“Done and done,” he said, lifting his arm and letting you escape with a relief-filled exhale. “See you ‘round.” You rolled your eyes and looked at Ned, who gave you a sympathetic half-smile. It faded when he saw your face contort in a frown. “What is it?”

“Should I go?” You asked, voice hesitant. 

“What? No way,” he responded. “That’s a stupid idea.”

“It’s Liz’s party. It sounded kind of fun. And I’m her friend,” you added, more to yourself. “If she invited me, then should I go?”

Ned shook his head as the two of you turned the corner. “Seriously? Why are you even considering it? It doesn’t matter whose party it is, if Flash is there, it’s gonna be no bueno for you.”

“Not if I had friends there,” you sang, swinging around the doorway and looking back at Ned. “With you around, I’d have all the protection I need.”

Ned scoffed but smiled nonetheless, reaching up to touch his hair. You stuck your tongue out at him before taking your seat behind his, setting down your backpack, and exhaling heavily.

You’d only been half-joking about going, really. But... if Peter was invited… and he was Liz’s friend, why wouldn’t he be?... Your eyes closed in thought. The bell rang.

~

The wind blew around your hair and neck as you stood on the train platform, your eyes skirting the platform nervously. It was a quarter past 3 o’ clock - half an hour since school ended, and you were still waiting for Peter. You knew the way to his apartment well enough— it wasn't that far from yours —but traveling on the trains by yourself made you uncomfortable, especially from past experience.

Someone tapped your shoulder and you whipped around with a shriek, accidentally backhanding your best friend by accident. You gasped and put your hand on your mouth as Peter reached up to his cheek, wincing. “Jeez, right on my bruise!”

“Peter!” You shrieked.

“That hurt!” He said, half-smiling, half-wincing. He touched the dark mark above his eyebrow experimentally and drew his hand back with a sharp inhale. You exhaled loudly and dropped your hand, pressing your lips together.

“Don’t scare me. I mean- I’m sorry,” you amended. He nodded and reached up again to touch his bruise, but you pulled his hand away and bit your lip in a smirk. “Hey. You’ve got a handprint.”

“Do not,” he scoffed, a full smile appearing on his face. Your heart did a celebratory skip in your chest. “Did I miss the train?”

“I don’t know, did you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you sidled up to him. He gave you a tired look and you sighed. “I thought you ran off again. You know I hate that,” you emphasized, raising both eyebrows.

He nodded. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m sorry.” You shrugged and waved your hand noncommittally as the train pulled up and you stepped on. Peter followed close behind, almost falling over you when you stopped short in the doorway and looked for two empty seats. Unfortunately, there were none- a few singles open, but you’d played the stubborn game with Peter before. Neither of you would sit if the other had to stand.

Peter shrugged like it didn’t matter and reached his hand up to grip one of the handholds, looking down at you with an amused look. You were staring at the handhold. He laughed a little through his nose, mouth open, tongue between his teeth, like he couldn’t decide if saying something was worth the risk. When you finally heard his voice, it sounded like he was resisting the urge to choke on laughter.

“What, you can’t reach-”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and huffing. The train’s doors closed and the car lurched forward, throwing you towards your friend. Peter caught you easily against his chest, a surprised “woah” escaping his mouth. You straightened quickly, your face heating up, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Here, gi- just give me your hand,” he said impatiently. Your mouth turned in a small frown before you shook your head and reached up- not to try and grab a handhold, but to loop your hand around Peter’s raised arm instead.

You looked away for a moment, standing halfway in front of him, trying to ignore the obvious muscle beneath your fingertips through the thin material of his jacket. I’m hopeless, you thought bitterly, watching the scenery of Queens pass by in the train windows. You followed the curved motion of the telephone wires, your eyes tracing like waves.

Peter watched your face quietly as your eyes moved, bright and observant. He only caught quick glances. Every now and then he would steal another look at your face, hoping you wouldn’t catch him staring. The rain rocked fractionally and your grip tightened on his arm. He inhaled softly, then bit his lip so he wouldn’t laugh at himself. “God, I’m hopeless,” he whispered to himself, turning his head to look out the opposite set of windows. Seeing the city suddenly made his fingers twitch, as he realized he wouldn’t be able to patrol until later tonight. But I’m with Y/N. That’s gotta be worth one night. Peter inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment. “It’ll be fine,” he murmured, out of your earshot, before opening his eyes again.

“Is English your, um, your first language?” he asked suddenly. You were drawn out of your thoughts and into a skeptic frown. “You’ve known me three years, and you ask ahora?”

Peter laughed and shrugged a little, raising your arm up and down with his. You pursed your lips and thought for a moment, staring at the patterned ceiling. He tapped his fingers against his jeans, anxious for the distraction of your voice.

Finally, you looked down. “My mom spoke english. I don’t know what I learned first.” You yawned at the end of your sentence, your eyes crinkling, and Peter’s eyes widened before he smirked mischievously, reaching forward and grabbing you with his free arm, pulling you against his chest. You squeaked, face heating up. “Hey!”

“C-C’mon, you can lean on me and sleep,” he laughed, his arm still secured around your waist, despite your wiggling. “I won’t let you fall.” You twisted to look up at him and he grinned before reflecting a pointed, maternal look that you knew he’d seen on your face many times before. Your eyes blinked tiredly of their own volition and you grumbled a “fine” in defeat, pulling yourself closer and leaning your head against his chest. You could feel his pulse, steady and strong, and you tried to let the rhythm of it coax down your own panicked heartbeat. Warm sunlight flashed across your face between buildings as you closed your eyes, nestling a little further into his arms.

The sudden image of the two of you standing on the train like this made you smile faintly. Your dad would kill you.

[survivor-iceland]

Ep. 3 - “hopefully failure does not turn into fracture” - John

Dylan C

oh nvm, it was Jack lol

Timmy

I was half a second from muting Ellie on my own during the tribal. Also JACK LEFT 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

John

first vote, check. first blindside, check. feels good knowing i helped spearhead the vote flip from stephen onto jack, but if jack comes back he might be out for blood. luckily enough for us worms, the vote morphed into a 7/1 landslide, so he might come after maynor or stephen or keith before me and my peeps. but only time will tell.

Timmy

ELLIE DRINK WATER CHALLENGE, DO THAT CHALLENGE

Keith John

Last night was a tough vote. Jack made people paranoid. Even though i wanted him to stay. No one in my alliance felt easy with him. Even though i wanted jack around as he was good in chllenge and wanted to work with me. But it is what it is. 

Raffy

I finally managed to get into an alliance with Ellie and Timmy. Though it is not the biggest, I feel confident that these two will serve me well, at least in the premerge. It's called the Just Go For It Alliance, courtesy of Timmy. And we almost got caught forming it because of Cormac which is iconic. Speaking of him, I don't really know what to make of him. He's very... weird. Like it's hard talking to him, but I feel the same way about Keith so whatever. Plus, I don't really trust Cormac considering he basically made a day 1 alliance with two people on my tribe and Sierra. I need to keep an attentive eye on him.

Ellie

I am so immensely thankful for the tribe call last night. It was filled with things I needed to hear, of course we joked around with the fact that I can’t turn on a stove but I was also so thankful for the amazing people in the call making sure that I take care of myself which I haven’t been doing lately. Life has been really hard on me and it feels like a never get a break, sometimes I neglect taking care of myself because I feel that I physically and mentally can’t. I function on caffeine and I get 2-5 hours of sleep on a good night. Last night was kind of a wake up call because I learned that I am putting myself in danger by neglecting myself and my needs. It was really hard for me to accept that but I feel like I have bonded with these people BEYOND the game, they feel like my family now. Life sucks and I get really unmotivated sometimes and can’t bring myself to get out of bed or even eat, but I’ve gotten a lot better and I hope to continue getting better and the people in that call have already played a huge part in that by motivating me to care about my wellbeing and take care of myself, I will always be thankful for that. 

Raffy

I feel like I am bonding well with people? It's hard to get a read on some of them, but I think it's fine for now. Other than that, John came up to me asking for a game bond that I thought we already have. Either way, that seems to be my way into an alliance with him. Hopefully we can grow our numbers and build a trustworthy yet powerful group. We're suspecting a swap pretty soon so I hope that I've bonded with the right people in order to be successful.

Dylan C

I haven’t been socializing enough lately with anyone, and wasn’t going to today but then today was Yikes so. I did miss the tribe call for the challenge because I was on the phone with my friend. Maybe I could’ve made it but eh. Hopefully that one point isn’t going to make or break us. And if it did, well I’ve also done a lot for this challenge already soooo

Ellie

I’m going to be picking flour out of my eyebrows for days

Raffy

I hope we win the challenge. I'm kind of scared that so many things were left blank, but this has got to be enough

Dylan C

BITCH

several of us on this tribe were just on a call saying we didn't wanna vote anyone out smh

I keep agreeing when people say they can't come up with a name for tribal but I do actually have one in mind. I'd say Justin since he seems to be around somewhat less, but it's still not great. I mean, I'd rather not vote anyone

So I've talked with Raffy and Joseph and they agree w/Justin. Haven't specifically mentioned names with anyone else. Ellie says she's just going to listen, and not throw out any names. Also didn't ask my thoughts lol. I'll expand on this more when I record my next video confessional

Timmy

Ughhh we lost, I say we but like I did nothing for the challenge so I was a big contributor to the loss. But now people want justin out and like Justin wants to work with me so I’m not here for that. Honestly I have an alliance that will half the tribe after tomorrow so i would like to have a majority group with him, but I’m still in a good spot without him here. I would rather get Joseph or Dylan R out this round though.

John

okay so apparently cormac wants sierra out after stephen now which is news to me. i just agreed and nodded and was like “okay cool” bc i don’t want to draw negative attention towards myself by acting like i’m trying to protect them, but like i don’t think blindsiding them would be the best move? this game is going to get crazy quick. plus if he’s thinking of taking them out, what if all of a sudden they wanna flip on me? in engineering terms, cracks are propagating on the surface of the material, and it’s not long until failure occurs. hopefully failure does not turn into fracture.

Timmy

Joseph and I haven’t spoken in a few days yet he messages just saying “so, tribal” in bold and I’m like wtf like I’m not gonna talk to you about tribal yet, I need to see if I can trust you first.

Dylan C

What is the big risk I'm taking for the idol and risking my vote at tribal? A fucking puzzle with a shit ton of blue sky and snow, and the piece are weird and r o t a t e. I'm not getting this shit done by 11pm tomorrow! Not when I'm in classes all day, and then have DnD not long after. And I made an account to save my progress, putting my name in it so if I do finish and end up on the leaderboard for someone else to see. You know what I've got tonight? BDE. That's right: big dummy energy. At least the vote seems almost unanimous at this point, so that could easily change, but if it goes like it seems like it will then my vote won't matter too much.

Dylan C

41 minutes and 40 second in, 32%, brain is fried JustinAlright so I am a bit nervous for this tribal considering I have not been too active for this round, but I am still confident I can move the target onto someone else. I was thinking I can possibly get people to vote out Dylan R considering he has been more inactive than I have. Although, the other tribe blindsiding Jack makes me weary because it might have caused people on my tribe to make a move against a more active player. So, I need to be on my toes to make sure that is not me. Also, remember how I said I want to work with Timmy? Well I messaged that bitch asking if he wants to work with me officially, but he hasn't answered even though he has been online since I have sent the message. So, honestly I might try to target him considering he has not been super active either.

Keith John

I have been a bit busy these past few days, havnt spoken to everyone much. Good thing we won immunity. So scrambling is at its minimum. i got a feeling a swap is coming up. Makes me nervous. I dont have many connections on the other side.

Except Justin, spoke to him a few times. Raffy and Ellie I spoke to but they feel like people who talk to everyone. so I dont know if they have my back. Whilst Timmy even didnt reply to my hi. As guess he is clear about not working with me

Stephen

Hi. My name is Mr Immune, which I almost misspelt as Mt Immune, wouldn’t that be entertaining? Anyway the tribes feeling good, John and Sierra are cool, Zoes nice, Maynors nice but oddly distant. Everythings middle of the road atm, nothing great but nothing sucky. I’ll probably try and cruise for a bit on social connections until swap or something equally spicy pops up.

Maynor

I have continued doing the puzzles and I have 3 of them left. Hopefully the idol isnt found yet. We’ll see. Im so happy we were able to win immunity cuz i was slowly freaking out that Jack said my name. Atleast i just screamed inside my head and didnt become as paranois as Jack. He literally made himself the target. Everyone agreed on Stephen then his paranoia happened and it switched onto him.

P.S. ❤️ Jay

Sierra

After Jack got voted out, I was worried that we were going to lose the next challenge. I was so relieved when we actually pulled through and won! We all really worked so hard to win that one... and even though I’m in an alliance, I’d rather not have to test things again just yet.

Raffy

God I hate tribal. It’s ugly. Though I instantly have a name in mind: Justin. He’s the person I trust the least and have talked to the least. I talked to Ellie and Dylan C about it. They seemed to be on board with the whole thing. We just need one more vote which should be easy to get. After all, I am in an alliance with Timmy, so it should be easy for me to get four votes. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t have an idol.

Last night, I was talking to Dylan a little bit. Apparently, they are are scared that they haven’t been added to any alliances and they feel like alliances are being made. So I suggested making an alliance with them and I. They’re in a vulnerable position which is great for me since it means they’ll be more willing to work with me. After tribal, I’m hoping that we can create an alliance together with some other people. I’m excited!!!

Ellie

So it’s between Justin and Dylan R and I have the deciding vote?? More drama coming soon

Justin

Ok these bitches are making me mad. I approached Ellie and Dylan C for alliances. Luckily, they both said yes to individual alliances, but as soon as I brought up the idea for all of us to join together plus Raffy they go mute. That is definitely concerning, but I brought up Dylan R’s name to all three as a target this vote and I can only hope they stick to their word to vote them out. I also made an official alliance with Keith, and he spilled the beans that he has been talking to Raffy a bit which makes me nervous. However, I have changed my stance on Raffy because he actually talks to me quite a lot. But, I am aware he is definitely playing this game hard and is talking to almost everyone. That is why I want to keep him close for the time being and then perhaps blindside him in a swap or early merge. Back to Keith tho, he is ITCHING to make a move. He told me it is his first time playing an ORG and he definitely wants to blindside people which as long as it ain’t me I’m good.

Joseph Collins

Me and Elle have been working so good together. I hope she doesn’t stab me in the back lol. The tribe consensus was Justin but I flipped them all to Dylan r. Blindsideeeeee coming. Hahahahaha. *evil laugh* *winky face

Joseph Collins

Lemme break down how I flipped the vote. I just told Dylan c that “look. I respect you. And I’d want someone to do this for me. The tide’s changing and I think the vote is gonna be Dylan R tonight. I don’t want you to be left out of a vote because I wanted to work with you so I feel like you should know” that establishes trust and kinda gets Dylan to switch her vote

John

i’m ready to make a legitimate move in this game. but it’s all about timing. our best move, if we lose again, is sending stephen outta here. WITH THAT BEING SAID, it’s on after that. bring on the bloodbath. not everything will be happy go lucky for long.

Joseph Collins

I orchestrated this blindside and took no credit in my voting message. Like a true mastermind. *maniacal laugh*

Justin

Biiiiiiiitch. I just found out bitches have been conspiring against me cuz of the time zone difference. So, I was right for being paranoid omg. The person who initially told me was Joseph of all people which was shocking since I probably talk to him the least besides Dylan R. But, I’m glad he did and then Timmy further confirmed it which I’m like hello again Timmy it’s been a bit bud. From what they have told me is that the majority is still on Dylan R. and I talked to Dylan C. about the vote and I straight up talked about the time zone difference not being an issue. They said they have a friend in Scotland so it doesn’t bother them so if at least those three and myself vote Dylan R. then I should be good.

Raffy

The tribe has switched their mentality and have decided to go with Dylan R. with this vote which I am fine with considering he does not talk to me at all either. Plus, Justin came up to me asking if we could align together in this game which is always a good sign. So, I was more inclined to keep him throughout the day. Either way, I think I should be safe at this tribal council.

Zoe

I’m a wild bitch.

For the scavenger hunt challenge, I definitely got a tattoo (of the water tribe symbol from avatar, don’t @ me) for a whopping 20 points, and we definitely won the challenge. While riding on that high I accidentally talked about the idol hunt and got a strike from the god-host, which made me feel like the ultimate failure. Other than that, I have several strong alliances which I am confident in going into the swap.

Dylan C

https://youtu.be/gpUevTrixLo

https://youtu.be/_Qpn_dE6fxs

Not feeling like typing this up in detail but the vote has now changed to Dylan R and I’m down with/that. I talked to some people about it and they agree. Joseph messaged me and was like “I feel I have to tell you since you said you wanted to vote Justin.” I was like “that’s sweet but I already knew.” And kinda tried to play it off after that like I’m a little worse at socializing than I actually am but idk how well that worked. I really should’ve made this confession 5 hours ago but oh well. (Those videos were filmed almost 12 hours ago). 

Dylan C

I actually finished the fucking puzzle and I can’t believe it. Also if I hadn’t, it would’ve counted against me next tribal, not tonight’s. Either way, I’m not losing that vote via that puzzle babey. 

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Chapter 2 - Clubsies

Welcome back, readers. In this chapter, Davey and Sarah meet Katherine. And then Spot meets Sarah. Next week, we’ll get our first taste of Sprace, but this week, enjoy chapter 2 of what I’ve decided to call, Newsies High: What We Are, Not What We Should Be.

Or read on AO3 if you prefer.

Every day in art class, David watched as Jack worked on his art project, and soon, the girl in the drawing was imprinted in his brain. His own town drawing wasn’t going as great even with Jack’s occasional tips. Jack hadn’t brought his own perspective drawing yet because he didn’t want David to try to copy it, even with David’s assurances that even if he tried, he’d be bad at it. Jack insisted he wasn’t that bad and that he thought his drawing was great for a beginner.

On Wednesday, David decided to wear pink. He knew he didn’t have to, but he wanted to come up with some kind of inside joke with Jack. He knew inside jokes were the key to a good friendship. He put on a pink polo and tucked it into his jeans, looking forward to the club meeting and to seeing Jack outside of art class.

After the usual overlapping in PE, he headed to his AP English class and as soon as he entered, he saw her. The girl from Jack’s drawing. Live and in the flesh. If before he’d thought she was beautiful in the drawing, now he thought Jack wasn’t doing her justice. She paid him no mind and instead was busy writing. David instantly wanted to know everything about her.

After a more than appropriate amount of time, he realized he was just standing at the doorway, staring like a creep. He ran over to his desk, making sure not to stare too much at the girl. Though, no matter how much he stared, she never stared back.

Lunchtime came and David had lost most of his confidence. He'd even untucked his shirt because only nerds do that. Still, he made his way to the Little Theatre where the LGBTQ+ Club was meeting and stood right outside, waiting for something to happen.

“Are you going in or are you just gonna stand there?” he heard a boy ask.

David turned and saw a boy about his age, but shorter, walking with a crutch. Despite his disability, he held a friendly smile on his face, which David took comfort in. David also couldn’t help but notice the boy had a pink shirt on as well. He wondered if it was a coincidence, before remembering he was asked a question.

“Oh...actually...I think I’ll just go get lunch.” So he was chickening out. Sarah had been right for not starting the club back home. He started to walk away when the boy spoke again.

“There’s food inside!” the boy said loudly. David turned around, and saw the boy walking toward him. “Our adviser, Miss Medda, brings in donuts or bagels. Sometimes even actual food.”

“I don’t know...I’m a pretty picky eater and I don’t like donuts…”

“Aww, c’mon. The club is pretty cool. We’re friendly. And our president, Jack, is the best guy you’ll ever meet.”

David perked up at the name and had to ask, “Jack’s the president?”

“Ah, so you’ve met him,” the boy said, looking like he was connecting some dots.

“Yeah, he’s in my art class. He’s the one who invited me.”

The boy just nodded and then turned to walk into the Little Theatre. “Don’t let him down then, and come in.”

David thought about running. But then he thought about how he’d see Jack in his next period and he’d probably ask where he was. He didn’t want to have to think up a fake excuse, so he followed the guy with the crutch into the building.

Inside were a bunch of seats where an audience would usually sit, and on the stage were several desks set up in rows. David figured it doubled as a classroom when there weren’t any performances.

“Hey, Crutchie!” came from one of the desks in the back. David looked over and was surprised to see the young guy who always overlapped him in PE. Except the speaker was the boy next to him, who was waving at...Crutchie?

“Hey, Jojo,” Crutchie said with an air of slight annoyance, but with the same kind smile he seemed to have for everyone. “Hey, Race.” The overlapper was playing with a deck of cards and only looked up for a second to give a headnod. What a fitting name. Crutchie walked toward the front of the classroom and David followed.

“Is your name really Crutchie?” David asked before he could filter himself.

Crutchie gave David a mischievous smile as if he knew something David didn’t. “Not my legal name, but it’s what everyone calls me. It’s what you can call me.” David was confused but was distracted when Crutchie stopped and he saw they’d reached the desk where Jack was sitting, doodling in a notebook.

He looked up and smiled as he saw David. “Davey...glad you could make it.” He turned to Crutchie and his smile faltered as he saw his expression. Crutchie had an eyebrow up as if to remind Jack about a previous conversation they’d had that David knew nothing about. Some inside joke, perhaps.

“Davey, eh?” David turned to see who asked and saw a younger, ethnically ambiguous boy with a lollipop in his mouth giving him a flirty smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll come up with a better nickname for you.” The boy walked away to go sit with an older boy wearing glasses.

“That’s Romeo,” Crutchie explained. “He hits on everyone, but he’s harmless.”

David nodded and then turned to Jack to ask him when the meeting was starting. However, Jack was distracted because right at that moment the girl came in. The girl from his drawing. David and Crutchie turned to look at her and David was almost hypnotized. She had such an aura of commanding respect. David still wished she would notice him.

“Katherine,” Jack announced. “Now you’re here we can start.”

Apparently she was the club secretary and took the minutes. Jack started the meeting and David took a seat to pay close attention.

The advisor, Miss Medda, popped in after a few minutes. While Katherine commanded respect, Medda Larkin had great stage presence. As soon as she came in, everyone cheered. David thought at first it was because she came in with several boxes of pizza, but after she started talking, he knew that she was just a really popular teacher. David noticed Jack let Miss Medda take over as she spoke to the students.

“Oh, I see a new face with us today,” she said when she noticed David. “What’s your name, honey?”

David flushed a little, hating that he was being singled out. At least Katherine’s eyes were on him now. He looked away from her and answered the question after a quick glance at Jack. “I’m Davey.”

“Welcome, Davey. I sure hope everyone here is making you feel welcome. Did you have a slice of pizza yet? Jack, get him a slice!” David immediately liked her. She moved on from him and gave them an impromptu speech. She told them she was proud of them and that they should be proud of themselves, putting lots of emphasis on pride. Everyone had a smile on their face. After a few minutes, she looked at the time and told them she was going to let Jack take back over before time ran out. She headed toward the back to listen as Jack got back to it.

Overall, David was glad that he’d chosen to attend, but was surprised that most of Jack’s objectives were just to recruit more club members.

At the end of the meeting, Katherine quickly packed up and left, and Jack looked sad about it. After waving goodbye to a very attention-seeking Romeo, David turned and noticed the look on Jack’s face. “She used to be so outspoken during club meetings before we broke up. I don’t think she likes it anymore because I’m in it.”

David had no idea what to say to that except, “Oh. That sucks.”

“Yeah, it does. It’s not the same as it was before.”

“Maybe instead of trying to get more people to join, you should plan on an activity with your current members.” He realized what he said a second after he said it and immediately wished he hadn’t spoken.

“Like a trust exercise?” Crutchie asked, joining the conversation.

“Uhhh…” David hesitated, not wanting to offend anyone.

But Jack didn’t look offended. He did look surprised, but in a good way, like his gears were turning. “That’s not such a bad idea,” he finally said. “I mean, this is supposed to be a safe space. We should make it a place where people want to be. Even if their ex is the president. Good job, Davey.”

David smiled and nodded.

“And Crutchie,” the shorter boy reminded them.

“And Crutchie,” Jack agreed, putting his arm around Crutchie and pulling him in for a side hug. “Now we just gotta think of what kind of trust exercise we can do.”

“You could pitch it at the next meeting,” Davey continued. “Have everyone give ideas and then vote on them.”

Jack beamed at him and David felt proud of himself. Not only had he joined the LGBTQ+ Club, but he was actually helping out, and he had a friend in Jack. Maybe Crutchie, though it was hard to tell with him.

The bell rang and the three of them said a quick goodbye to Miss Medda before they headed out. As they walked together, Jack chuckled a little. “I just noticed you two did a little color coordination. Thanks for the memo.”

David looked down at his shirt, having had forgotten about the inside joke he was planning. He figured now it was an inside joke between the three of them.

“See ya next week, fellow Plastic,” Crutchie said before heading to his next class, leaving Jack and David to walk alone to theirs.

“Or you can see him tomorrow if you wanna have lunch with us,” Jack offered. “We’re always in Miss Medda’s.”

David was overjoyed that he was being asked to have lunch together. To David it wasn’t just an invitation to hang out, it was a friend request. “I accept,” he answered with a confident smile.

Every day as she headed to her last period, Sarah could see the Delancey brothers watching her. Other than a quick glance to check, she paid them no attention. Maybe they’d take the hint soon, but at least they hadn’t bothered her since that first day Jack interjected. So maybe they had taken the hint. There was nothing wrong with just looking, right?

The more time Sarah spent in class with Jack, the more she liked him. She liked that he was flirty but never crossed the line. She liked that he let her be in charge of whatever they were doing in class. She liked that he didn’t stare at her too long or too little. She liked that she did catch him staring. She liked that he made her feel empowered. She wondered how many days she had to know him before it was socially acceptable to ask him out. Or if she should wait for him to ask her out.

Every day after school, Jack would walk her to her locker before heading off. A few minutes later, David would appear and they would walk home together. On Wednesday, however, Jack was distracted by something behind Sarah. As she turned to see what it was, she saw the girl she’d seen in the main office.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sarah,” Jack said before rushing off. But Sarah wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. Her sights were set on the girl with the curls. She closed her locker and followed the girl before she could lose sights of her. If she was paying closer attention, she’d notice she was also being followed.

The girl went into a room labeled Computer Lab, and Sarah quickly thought up a reason to go in there. If asked, she’d say she was there to print out an essay. Of course, as soon as she stepped into the room, she froze. There were four people in the room and they all turned to stare at her. The girl with the curls was standing near the doorway, putting her backpack on a chair.

“Can I help you?” the girl asked. Sarah opened her mouth but the words wouldn’t come out. The girl was so beautiful up close. Sarah would’ve slapped herself if she could see the way she was acting. The same way most boys acted around her. “The computer lab is closed right now. Unless you’re here to join the school paper.” The girl looked as if she knew she wasn’t there to join the school paper.

Sarah wanted to impress her. To surprise her. So she said, “Actually, yeah. I’m here to join the newspaper club.”

The girl’s eyebrow raised, and she turned to look at the other three people in the room as if she didn’t know how to respond to that. Sarah guessed she was the first person to join in a long time. The teacher who was at the front desk nodded at the girl and she turned back.

“First of all,” she said, “we’re the school paper. Not the newspaper club. That just sounds...amateur.”

“Do you get paid?” Sarah rebutted.

“Well...no. But we’re not just some silly little newspaper club. We’re a serious weekly publication.”

Sarah nodded. “Second off?”

The girl looked taken aback, but continued, “Second off, I’m gonna need some writing samples from you. We don’t let just anyone join.”

“Clearly.”

“Third off!” The girl took a pause and offered her hand. “My name is Katherine Plumber and I’ll be your editor in chief.”

Sarah looked down at Katherine’s hand and then back at Katherine. “Sarah Jacobs.” She reached out to shake her hand, but almost as soon as she had a grip, Katherine took it back.

Katherine pointed behind her at the two other students sitting at a couple of computers. “Those are Darcy and Bill. They’re mostly quiet and keep to themselves. You could learn from them.” While she was saying this, the teacher rose from his desk and approached them. “And back in the desk is-”

“I can introduce myself, Miss Plumber.” Katherine flinched a little and nodded. The man smiled and offered his hand to Sarah. “I’m the adviser, Mr. Denton. Katherine may be editor in chief, but I approve everything, so if you have a story idea you feel Miss Plumber is unfairly rejecting, just come to me.” Sarah nodded. “But we usually have the same tastes. Katherine grows on you. Or rather, you’ll grow on her.” At this, Katherine walked away, as if she didn’t have time to listen to this. “If you stick with us, that is.”

“Well, if I’m not driven out,” Sarah replied, staring at the back of Katherine’s head as she sat at a computer, “I’m planning on sticking around for a while.”

“Good answer,” she heard Katherine say loudly from her computer.

“Why don’t you go sit down next to Katherine so she can show you what we do around here,” Mr. Denton said, welcoming Sarah into the room. She gladly did as she was told.

As she sat, her phone buzzed. Sarah quickly withdrew it from her bag and saw a text from David.

“Wya?”

She quickly texted back, “Joined an after school club, don’t wait up,” before looking up and seeing Katherine giving her the side eye. She slipped the phone back in her bag and smiled. “Just texting my whereabouts to my brother, but you have my full attention now.”

“Good,” Katherine said. “Welcome to the club.”

“I thought you said this wasn’t a club.”

“Don’t make me drive you out.” Sarah could swear she saw a tiny smile pop up in the corner of Katherine’s mouth. That alone made her want to keep coming.

Spot Conlon was always surrounded by people. Being the captain of the wrestling team had its perks. Especially when everyone knew he had a temper and could kick their ass if they got on his bad side. Of course, he'd only ever beat up one person, regretting it almost immediately. But it was a very public beating and after that, no one messed with Spot Conlon.

And since then, Spot’s life had just gotten better and worse at the same time. Better because he was offered a spot on the wrestling team, he was both feared and respected, and his mother was pleased with him. Worse because he’d lost his best friend, his new friends didn’t know him at all, and he felt more isolated than ever. As a solitary person, it was great to be able to be alone whenever he wanted to be; as a lonely person, it was hell. He needed a friend.

After wrestling practice, he was one of the first to leave. He never liked to shower in the locker room with the other guys. He was about to leave campus when he remembered he’d forgotten his math book in his locker. He hated math, but he had to pass it if he didn’t want to get kicked off the team.

As he got to his locker, he saw a very beautiful girl walking out of the computer lab. She was followed by three other nerds and their teacher. They said their goodbyes and the beauty was left alone, walking toward him. She noticed him and he quickly looked away, rushing to open his locker.

She walked past him in a hurry, wondering if she was as scared of him as most other girls were. He hated that. Not because he wanted a girlfriend, but because he didn’t want people making assumptions about him because he didn’t have a girlfriend. Spot took his math book and stuffed it in his backpack, banging his locker shut.

He watched the girl, who was farther down the hall, and was about to walk in the opposite direction when out of nowhere the Delancey brothers appeared. And they seemed to be following the girl at a distance. Spot didn’t like getting involved with people, but he knew the Delanceys were trouble.

He sped off in their direction, yelling at the girl as he got closer to the Delanceys. “Hey, baby!” The brothers turned around and Spot shoulder bumped both of them as he passed between them. Spot put on the brightest smile he could and slowed down as he got to the girl. She had stopped, but looked terrified, so he said the only thing he could think of, “Roses are red, violets are blue, there’s nothing in the world more prettier than you.”

The girl stared at him, her face slowly changing from scared to confused, to amused. Her eyes flickered toward the disheveled Delanceys and then back to Spot. She nodded in understanding, and continued walking. Spot walked alongside her.

“Are you showing off for your friends?” she asked. “Because I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’ve heard that line before.”

“The Delanceys are not my friends,” Spot stated firmly, his fists slightly clenching. He took a deep breath and then relaxed. “Wait...you’ve heard that line before?”

“You don’t happen to be friends with Jack Kelly, do you?”

Spot looked straight ahead at the mention of Jack’s name and shook his head. “I know him, but he’s not my friend either.”

“But you do have friends, right?” Spot looked at her but she didn’t look like she expected an answer. So he stayed quiet. “You’re that guy that’s always surrounded by people, aren’t you?”

Spot turned his head to check if the Delanceys were still following them, but they were nowhere to be seen. “They’re not so much friends as they are bodyguards. Not that I need ‘em.”

“Friends or bodyguards?”

He was caught off guard by the question and stared at her. He settled on, “Neither.” They reached the end of the hall and the front of the school. Even though the Delanceys were gone, he didn’t want to take any chances. Those two were sneaky.

Spot opened the door for the girl and continued walking with her. “Are you trying to be my bodyguard?” He scoffed at that. He wanted to tell her this was only temporary and that he wasn’t for hire. “Or my friend?”

He shook his head and smiled at the girl. “Nah, babe, I’m just hitting on you. Hoping you’ll let me take you out sometime. Of course, that was until you told me someone stole my line. Now, I’m just stalling ‘til I can think of another one.”

“You can at least ask my name if you’re going to follow me home.”

He was caught off guard again. “What’s uh...your name?”

“Sarah. And yours?”

“Spot.” She gave him a confused look and before she could say anything, he clarified, “It’s a nickname, but it’s what everyone knows me as.” And as quickly as he thought it, he added, “Maybe I’ll tell you my real name when we go on that date of ours.”

Sarah rolled her eyes as they crossed the street. “I don’t go out with random guys I just met.”

“I’m not random, and you’ve never met anyone like me.”

“Please. There’s one of you on every street corner. What makes you special?”

He had to think for a second before answering. “I’m captain of the wrestling team.”

“Big deal. Every sport has a captain. Try again.”

“I uh...can probably lift you.”

“I’m pretty light. Next.”

“I’m…” He couldn’t think of anything else. And that made him sadder than not having any friends.

They walked in silence for a few seconds before Sarah spoke. “You’re protective of strangers.” He looked up from his shoes toward her. “I’ve heard the Delanceys are bad news. So thanks for scaring them away. Although, they’ve been gone for a while now so...you’re free to go.”

It was true. The Delanceys didn’t seem to be around anymore, but for some reason he wanted to keep walking and talking with Sarah. Maybe he was just that lonely. She sparked some interest in him. “I live in this direction. Besides, I’d like to hear other things that make me special.”

Sarah laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “You tell me. I barely know you.”

He shook his head. “I need more time to think.”

She feigned surprise. “You? Mister Roses-Are-Red?”

“Yes, me,” he replied, looking back down at his shoes. “I’m not used to praising myself. I’m used to having others do it for me.”

“Well, how about you think of something for tomorrow?” They turned a corner and she stopped.

“Tomorrow?”

“I assume the Delanceys are persistent.”

Spot thought again of telling her he wasn’t for hire, but she was right. And he liked her. Although there was some slight hesitation at first, she didn’t seem to be afraid of him. He could actually see himself going out on a date with her. He nodded. “Tomorrow.”

“Good. Now, this is where I leave you, Spot.”

He nodded. “See ya later, Sarah.”

“See ya, bodyguard.”

Sarah walked away and Spot went back around the corner to head to his house. He had a small smile on his face. “Not bodyguard,” he told himself. “Friend.”

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Hello I am here and so are you, so we have one thing in common already

✿Short and Sweet✿

I am looking for an 18+ long-term partner whose primary pairings are M/M. I don’t want anyone who takes things too seriously, RPing is a relaxing pastime and if I’m stressing about replying constantly/meeting word counts I’m going to hate it. That being said I do like doing paragraph replies with anywhere from 300-1000 words, depending on how long my replies are I can reply every day or every week (it really just depends on my motivation/mood/schedule)

Please skim over my interests and the like at the bottom to see how compatible we are. Since I’m looking for a long-term partner, I’d like for us to have several things in common. Please don’t contact me if only one or two of our interest match up. <3

✧Settings✧

Sci-fi/Space Opera

Post-apocalypse

Medieval/Fantasy

Modern Day (No generic High School/ Domestic stuff)

Historical

War

Fandom: Warhammer 40k, Star Trek, Star Wars, Mass Effect, Voltron:LD, Fallout, Elder Scrolls, Dragon Age, W.o.W., SnK, Tokyo Ghoul,  (I only do OcxOc in fandom settings. I will not play, or play against canon characters)

✧Kinks/Other✧

Likes

Size Differences

Power Bottoms

Gentle Giants

Fem Boys/Crossdressing (both as a sexual and non-sexual thing, really just depends on how it’s presented)

Monster boys/Men

Robots

Aliens

Toxic relationships

M/S Relationships

Bondage

Dislikes

Standard dislikes (Toiletplay, Bestiality, Pedophilia Etc.)

Incest

Mpreg

✧Contact✧

Email: Dunkmastersassquatch@gmail.com

Skype: Dunkmastersassquatch (Kaptain Krunch)

  ✿Long and Detailed✿

I am looking for a totally rad person who is 18 years of age or older and who places value in long-term partnerships/friendships. I like to get to know my partners and would like to be able to speak casually with them about our ideas or whatever. If you are also looking for someone who just wants to kick back and have some fun making our characters miserable then please continue below to see how well our interests line up!

✪ About Me✪

Age: 20

Times Zone: Central Time

Occupation: Severely depressed college student

Hello, I write and also draw and also am looking for an RP partner who shares many of my interests so we can write together for many, many years and over many RPs.

I’m pretty laid back about most things. I just ask that you communicate with me about things instead of just assuming and that you are fairly literate. (Text speech/ Lingo is a-okay as long as it’s OOC or fits the RP)

I’d like for us to be friends as well as partners because it helps motivate me to write/draw/ feel the good vibes ™. So please, please talk with me about your interests/ fandoms/day as well as any plot ideas or twists you may have because I will certainly jabber on about mine. BTW Feel free to say no to my ideas if you’re not interested, I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll get over it. (I will assume the same goes for you)

✪ About My Roleplaying ✪

Comfort level word count: 300-500

Tense: Third Person, Present (will do past if it’s super important to you)

Frequency: Depends, but if I’m at my comfort level I’ll probably be able to respond multiple times a day. Anything above that will of course take me longer.

I would prefer to RP over skype or some other IM system ( I could be convinced to get a Discord, but the thing is my internet is super slow and downloading it would take an hour, I’m not exaggerating it’s that bad, and I just really don’t feel like doing that right now)  however, E-mail is also okay.

Skype: Dunkmastersassquatch

Email: Dunkmastersassquatch@gmail.com

Grammar and what not is kind of important I guess, but not as important as content. I’m not sure if this ad is really an accurate example of my writing potential as I’m just kind of spewing out whatever. That being said if you’re okay with the level this ad is written at, then you’ll probably be okay with my actual writing. If you’re not okay with it then, eh, take a chance?

As for my characters, I play Doms, Subs, and Switches and don’t really have a preference for one over another. Keep in mind that sometimes my subs are whiney, uke boys and sometimes they will twist your nips and call you a cuck. AKA my character’s personalities are not dependent on their position in bed, HOWEVER sometimes their personality will, coincidentally, line up with the stereotype of their position.

✪ Pre-existing Ideas/Interest✪

Just to show you kind of how my mind works. Feel free to ask for one of these (and add to them <3) or not. The summaries don’t indicate which character I want to play (because I’m mostly good with playing either) so let me know if you have a preference towards a character.

✧General✧

Sci-fi/Space Opera:

1. I have this alien race that are essentially gender neutral, like there’s no way to tell their gender unless you get in their pants. They pretty much consider even KNOWING what gender they are as extremely intimate and somewhat taboo. So they take forever to choose a mate and when they do it’s for life. I’d be pretty down for doing something with that.

2. A near-homeless man finds an old broken down robot behind one of his favorite restaurants. It’s an old, outdated model, but he thinks he can fix it up with just a little time.

Post-apocalypse:

The world is broken, it’s times like this when people need to come together to rebuild what was lost. Like that’s going to happen, every semi-competent faction is vying for control of more land, more money. Its times like THIS when smart people, really smart people can get ahead. That’s just what the tactician is doing. He’s a smart guy who’s never lost a battle and he’s up for grabs to any faction that’s willing to shell out the cash. However, smart guys like that tend to make enemies and the faction he’s working for insists he have a bodyguard.

Supernatural:

1. It’s an equal exchange, the vampire bites you and gets fed and the represents they release gives you the high of your life. It’s only good business to do it in a hotel room or something so you’re not tripping on the streets, but what happens when your vampiric dealer doesn’t want to leave. (I have a bit more to this world so just ask if you’re interested)

2. He’s always been a bit of a loner, a ghost to society. When he moves into his new apartment he doesn’t really see it as much of a change, until he lays down to sleep and feels hands running through his hair.

Medieval Historical/Medieval Fantasy:

1. (Medieval Fantasy) This was the big expedition, this cave was going to have all the riches of his dreams. The cave-in however, that wasn’t to be expected. These cave were abandoned right? So why can he feel something watching him.

2. (Medieval Fantasy) After 10,000 an evil necromancer awakens from the curse that paladin put on him, he’s ecstatic to find out his Orc bodyguard was cursed too. Now they can continues their plans for world conquest and also get some revenge.

3. (Medieval Historical) He’s a highwayman all he wants is your money or your life. One day an unsuspecting priest comes along and tries to bargain for his life with the word of God. It’s didn’t work, but something in his eyes kept him from killing the priest.

4. (Medieval Fantasy) Someone’s plotting to kill the king and all bets are on the shady court magician. There’s no proof though, so the king assigns personal servants to all within his court as a “gift” (to spy) Maybe the court magician isn’t as evil as everyone says….or maybe he’ll have his new servant face down in the gutter by tomorrow.

Modern Day:

1. He’s been crushing on the cute boy in his precalculus class since the semester started. He finally gets the never to ask him out, only to later find out that his love interest is a furry. What’s a furry?

2. He had no clue his dorm mate was a mass murderer, what even more surprising is that he’s in love with him. (Killing Stalking sort of thing)

3. Crime Bosses weren’t supposed to fall in love, especially not with someone in law enforcement, even if that “law enforcement” is a mall cop.

Historical:

I don’t really have any prompts of my own I just put this here to let you know I’m into this too. Do refrain from using real people from history, I’m not into that. (Including real events/facts is A+ tho.)

Superheroes (actually mostly villains) and stuff:

1. He’s the number one fan of the number one bad guy in the world. Sure he wants to see the world burn, but if the posters on this nerd’s wall say anything it’s that he wants to watch it burn too.

2. The boss isn’t the smartest guy around, but that’s why he’s here. His henchman and unofficial bodyguard, he’s content to let his boss run about with his foolish plans even if the ones in his own head are 10x better.

✧Fandom✧

I will only do OCxOC in fandom settings. I will not play or play against canon characters. It’s just not my thing, sorry. v-v

Warhammer 40k:

*While I’m not a super lore whore I will try to keep pretty close to it. This means that, yes, I expect any Space Marine characters to be impotent. But I mean hey have you SEEN the size of their fingers, I mean, tsk, come on…COME ON…*

1. A Tzeentch/Slaaneshi psyker finds an ancient deamonic staff of domination (it’s prolly Slaaneshi too, let’s be honest) which forces its user’s will on one other person. Being a whimpey little psyker he decides to use it on a chaos lord of Khorne, who is pretty upset about the whole thing, to say the least. (this is actually based off two of my O.C.s we can keep as close to their story, or as far from is as you’d like.)

2. Love can bloom…or it can violently explode within the chamber of an ancient Eldar long rifle. While exploring some ancient ruins one day, a lone rogue trader finds a discarded rifle on the floor. Upon picking it up he finds that it…speaks to him? It’s really got a tongue on it too, but hey it’s too awesome of a weapon to give up.  (Yes this is a relationship between a man and the soul of an ancient Eldar that resides in a gun….)

Star Trek:

1. The son of a prominent Romulan commander abandons his duties and becomes a notorious smuggler. Now he’s on the run from the Tal’ Shiar (who are trying to drag him home), a Ferengi trader (whom he may or may not have sold faulty weapons to) and a Klingon bounty hunter (who he’s tempted to be captured by.)

2. Comfort women were a common sight within the quarters of Cardassian soldiers during the occupation. However, this Gul would rather seduce a known Bajoran resistance fighter. After all the greater the challenge, the greater the reward.

 Star Wars:

1. An admiral is supposed to be reliable, smart, and efficient he is, after all, in command of an entire fleet of ships. This admiral, as CT-7465 has found out, is a little too young and laid back for the job. (Clone Wars Era)

2. They were supposed to stay together, best friends fighting side by side against the Sith, until he became a Sith. (Pre Prequels.)

Voltron:LD:

1. A Galra commander is dragged along by one of his friends to one of those ridiculous slave auctions. He expected to sit there bored as his friend lusted over all his new “options”. For the most part he was right, but why does that boy keep catching his eye? (A sort of sweet Galra bby)

2. A Galra commander is fed up with spending his nights alone, he needs someone to share his bed and he wants them to be perfect. So he picks up one of those slave order catalogues and starts filling in all his specifications. When his slave finally arrives, he’s not quite what was ordered. (An abusive Galra bby)

3. (Alt. Universe) The Human Empire dominates the galaxy under Emperor Shiro Takashi and a recently promoted chancellor now has the kind of money he needs to fulfil one of his most devious fantasies: owning a Galra pet.

 Fallout:

I don’t really have any plots for this either, but I would absolutely love to do something in this universe!

 Elder Scrolls:

He’s a nord:  strong, hearty, well endowed, and he’s got Talos to thank for it. Now these elves come in and tell him Talos is no God, well that’s just not right. But the Thalmor agent that’s threatening his arrest is really, really handsome.

Dragon Age:

1. The Inquisitor is just a normal guy who happens to have a glowing hand. Completely normal right? And normal people don’t really find the company of extravagant Teventer mages and buff Qunari spies to be all that appealing (no matter how handsome they may be.) No, he needs someone simpler, someone who can remind him he’s still just a normal guy. (I don’t really consider the inquisitor to be a canon character b/c they’re kinda player based.)

2. Seheron belongs to no one but the ones who live here, he wishes the Qunari and the Teventers would learn that and leave his home alone. He’s getting sick of only feeling safe when the fog covers him. (Fog Warrior/Qunari Soldier)

W.o.W.:

Does it count as necrophilia if they’re Undead?

Blood elves are pompous stuck ups and orcs are barbaric savages, so why are they fighting on the same side?

   Tokyo Ghoul: *Trigger Warning for suicidal thoughts*

A recent high-school graduate learns he’s contracted a terminal disease. His parents are too poor to afford treatment, in fact they’re too poor to support him or his four siblings. Since he’s going to die anyways, he might as well spare them the cost for the few months he has left. But he doesn’t like the idea of anyone else having to clean up his dead body. Maybe he can at least be useful in killing himself, ghouls eat people, right?

✧Tropes✧

Monsters: I love QT monster boys (slime boys, nagas etc.), but I also love big bara giants. My thing is either: their head and torso are humanoid and everything else can be whatever OR they have to be a full blown, all out monster (they have to have sentience though, I’m not into bestiality stuff.)

Size Difference (ranges from slight difference to HOLY HELL YOU ARE MASSIVE WTF I ONLY COME UP TO YOUR STOMACH): I love big bara boys who fall in love with small tiny babes. The big bara can be all super macho or whatever I’m into that too, but what I really, really like is when they’re a squishy romantic who is completely devoted to their bby. Like they are willing to do anything their tiny love says at a moment’s notice. Bonus if the tiny boy is an absolute argumentative spitfire.

Age Differences: I don’t care how big the age gap is so long as the youngest is 18 or older.

Hey, Listen: This seems like a good place to put one of those “if you’ve read this far” things, not that I expect everyone to. However, if you have read all this then put the words “coco for cocoa puffs” somewhere in your message to me. <3

Toxic Relationships: Physically or mentally abusive (or both). Things can either work out in the end with the abusive cunt changing their ways, or not. I’m good with either.

Angst: I’m completely okay with letting characters straight up die. If that’s not something you’re into just say so and we can keep it fairly happy. However, if it’s something you’re willing to do HIGHFIVE!

Hopeless romance: In complete contrast to Toxic relationships I’m also into 100% fluffy and supportive relationships (so long as they both go through some hell. Can’t keep things too happy)

One-Sided: I love when characters think they are in a hopelessly one-sided love (but in fact aren’t). What would make it even better is if they are casually having sex with each other (because their friends with benefits/ one of them thinks the other is imagining someone else/ whatever) while both of them are secretly in love with each other, but neither of them knows it. Love is confusing.

Yandere/Ice King: Self explanatory

Unlikely Lovers: This could be characters who hate each other, but are hopelessly attracted to each other, people on opposing sides (Good Guy/Bad Guy) who fall in love, or characters who hate each other at first due to prejudices (ex. Orc/Elf) but are forced to work together and fall in love along the way.

✪ About 18+ Content: ✪

✧Violence/Cursing✧

I am okay with gore and death and the eternal void so long as it’s fitting/ pre-planned/ we’ve been writing together for a while and you know what you want to do won’t upset me.

I’ve avoided doing it (I think) in this ad out of respect for other’s preferences, but I my cuss level is that of someone who has recently stubbed their pinkie toe against the corner of the bed. So, if you want to contact me please be okay with that, it’s understand able if you yourself don’t want to cuss, but don’t try and force that standard on me. (This goes for pretty much everything else involving ideals/morals)

✧Sexual Situations✧

Obviously, you have to be 18+, even though I kinda said that at the very beginning I want to say it again. If you’re not 18+ and I find out you’re not I will immediately drop you and also likely report you as underage to which ever site you came to me from. You are endangering people when you pull that kind of stuff. So, if you’re under 18 (even if you’re 17 and your birthday is just two months away or the age of consent in your country is below 18) don’t contact me.

Anywhoo, I love smut, but I don’t want it to overtake the RP. I am pretty kink friendly, but I do have limits (which I’m about to list) if there’s something you’re having doubts about just ask, please don’t assume what I’m okay/not okay with.

Kinks I enjoy:

<3 <3 BDSM: Collars, bondage, S&M

<3 Violence: Biting, Scratching, Light asphyxiation

<3 <3 <3Power Bottoms: AKA I love when the smaller guy gets it in the bum, but he’s got complete control of how his top moves (demanding that he slow down/speed up that sort of thing)

Kinks that I think are pooie:

Pooie

Watersports

Necrophilia

Pedophilia

Bestiality

Incest

Mpreg