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shina913 · 9 months

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Breakfast | KMG

Breakfast

Pairing: Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; SFW

Genre: meet-ugly-turned-meet-cute!AU; fluff

Warnings: cussing; sexually suggestive language but not anything too explicit; mentions of alcohol consumption

Word count: 1.7K words

Summary: While on your walk of shame, you meet an unlikely companion who is doing the same.

A/N: Ah, my first SVT fic!!!!! 🤭 I've been spiraling for a couple of months now and felt the need to channel all of my brain-rot into fic. Please be kind 🥹

You groan, squinting at the early morning sunlight peeking through the blinds. You quickly realize that you are not where you hoped to be— cozy and warm in your own bed—but rather in someone else's.

You glance over to your side but find it empty. Your random Romeo must have gotten up early for coffee or something, but you don't want to stick around to find out. Understandably, you made some poor decisions last night, but you live and learn.

Memories of uncorking and emptying bottles of wine between you and him flash through your mind, but you shake them off. You look around, awkwardly stumbling as you try to retrieve your clothes, phone, and whatever dignity you have left.

Once you’re clothed, you walk into the living room searching for your purse. You find it on the floor, next to the couch. As soon as you grab it, your body jolts when you hear the toilet flushing in the distance. You hastily grab your purse and shoes and race toward the front door. You want to make a quick and quiet exit without looking back before last night’s companion walks into the living room.

You can’t remember much of what happened but you recall drinking enough to forget about something.

Fortunately, it's early enough on a Sunday that the typical neighborhood crowd isn't up yet. Since your phone is dead, you can't call an Uber to take you back to your apartment. Ten blocks shouldn't be too bad...for this walk of shame.

You stare down your path home in silent resignation and shrug. At least the pavement is all flat, and there are no hills to climb.

Everything seems to be going well until someone rushes out of a neighboring building wearing only his pants and a tie around his neck, with what appears to be his shirt balled up in his hand.

Seeing men walking around shirtless was not an unusual sight after living in the downtown area for a while. However, he was certainly a sight to see. Although you may be slightly hungover, it doesn’t stop you from taking a moment to appreciate the view. Suddenly, you find yourself craving breakfast.

“Oh shit,” he curses out loud, his eyes wide as plates when he meets yours.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “You too, huh?” you point at him in jest.

The man scowls at your comment, seemingly offended that you’d insinuate such a thing. He drops his shoes, which you hadn't noticed in his other hand, begins to slip his feet into them, and walks off without saying a word.

You mutter, "Pfft, whatever," out of earshot as he walks away.

However, you happen to be going in the same direction for the next block and a half, so you awkwardly follow behind him as you both cross the street and continue onto the next block.

He unravels his shirt to slip it back on when he happens to glance behind him and finds you there. At first, he ignores it, but he hears the keychain on your purse rattling with every step he takes.

He pauses and abruptly turns around to face you. This takes you by surprise, and you nearly walk into his broad chest.

“What the—“

"You know, people will start to think we did something together last night if you keep following me like this," he accuses.

You raise your eyebrows and scoff. "Please, don't flatter yourself! This is where I'm headed, too." You scan the area. "Besides, I don't see anyone around here that I know. Do you?"

He doesn't respond. Realizing that he was being rude to a stranger, he turns sheepish and shoves his hands in his pockets. "Uh, so...what's your name?" he asks.

His sudden change in demeanor catches you off guard and you squint at him suspiciously. "You first," you reply.

“I’m Mingyu.”

You contemplate giving him a fake name but it feels way too early in the day and too many brain cells to gather for an alias, so you tell him your real name instead.

Mingyu smirks. “Lovely to make your acquaintance.”

“Mingyu, huh?” you say curiously, eyeing his outfit. “Male prostitute?”

He throws his head back, laughing. When he recovers, his expression turns mischievous. "Well, as a matter of fact..."

"Mm...actually, don't answer that," you say as you brush past him, walking toward your apartment. “Good talk. See ya!”

“Hey, hang on! Do you live near here?” he asks as he runs to catch up to you.

You lie. “No. Stop following me,” you say as you try to lose him.

He catches up to you in two strides. “If I remember correctly, you came around the corner and you started following me first,” he says with a grin.

You groan in annoyance. “I was not! The building you ran out of just happened to be in the same direction I was walking,” you say with a frown.

“You’re not very pleasant in the morning, are you?” he remarks.

You stop and turn to him. "Well, sorry if I don't want to make small talk while dressed like this."

"Like what?” He takes a few seconds to rake you from top to bottom, checking you out. “I think you look pretty fucking great," he smiles cockily.

Admittedly, he's smooth, but you don't want to fall into that trap again as you just managed to crawl out of one.

"Likewise, male escort Mingyu," you smirk back at him.

“Don’t your feet hurt from walking barefoot?” he points out as he glances downward.

“No more than walking ten blocks in these heels,” you reply, picking up your stride again. “Besides, my phone is dead so I couldn’t call an Uber to get home faster.”

“I can do that for you!” He chases after you again. “My phone’s got 20%.”

“You seem like a nice guy but I don’t even know you and won’t be able to pay you back.”

“You don’t have to! I’m feeling generous today,” he says with an air of confidence.

“Sure you are,” you retort.

He taps your arm to grab your attention. “Fine, if you won’t take my offer for a ride, here,” he says as he slips out of his shoes to slide them toward your feet. “Wear these.”

“What? Why?” You ask as you stare dumbfounded at him.

“I can’t in good conscience let you walk barefoot that far. Plus, who knows what’s lurking on these streets.”

“Trust me, I’ve walked farther,” you say, briefly recalling other regrettable nights from the past. “I can also put my shoes back on, halfway through.”

He’s still insistent. “Please? Or let me give you a piggyback ride for a few blocks, at least?”

You laugh out loud. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you say to him. Even though judging by the way he’s built, especially those biker’s thighs, he could very well carry you all the way to the next town over.

“As ridiculous as me inviting you for breakfast at my place?” he asks.

Your stand there slack-jawed for a moment. This walk has taken a strange turn but your growling stomach makes his offer tempting, more than his handsome face.

“What does breakfast at your place look like? Cold cereal and burnt toast?”

“Ouch,” he clutches at his chest, feigning offense. “I may not look like it but I actually know how to cook,” he says, sweetening the deal.

You purse your lips. Were you actually considering his offer? “Hypothetically, if I accept your invitation, what would you make for me?”

“Bacon, eggs–cooked any style you want. Maybe some waffles,” he replied with a broad smile. “Hypothetically speaking, of course,” he says with a wink.

He had you at ‘eggs cooked any style you want.’ You sigh at your weakness and look downward at his shoes. “Okay, but these are way too big for me. I could trip and fall into a coma before I even make it there.”

“The piggyback ride offer stands.”

You snort in amusement at how unbelievable this morning has turned.

“I live right over there, see? The blue one.” He juts his chin toward a light blue-hued Victorian duplex at the end of the block.

He's conventionally attractive and his body looks nice, but you literally just bumped into him on the street and now he's inviting you to breakfast at his house? He could be a murderer or some kind of sexual deviant, for all you know.

“I promise I’m not a murderer,” he says, quelling your unspoken suspicions. “If it makes you feel better, my next-door neighbor is a 75-year-old grandma who likes to sit on her front porch during the day. She's practically the neighborhood watch! If I were up to no good, the cops would show up at my door in minutes.”

Just then, your stomach growls embarrassingly loud enough for him to hear.

He smirks in amusement. "At least allow me to make you a fresh pot of coffee. You can recharge your phone and call a car from there. No harm done!"

"Why are you being so nice? I'm still a stranger, you know."

He shrugs. "We both had our own versions of interesting evenings we'd rather forget. Starting the new day on a promising note would be nice, don't you think?"

Your eyebrows quirk at that. Something about his carefree optimism draws you in. And the fact that he can see past your slept-in eye makeup and poor decisions from the night before makes you feel that maybe there are still some genuinely good guys out there.

He holds out his hand, earnestly anticipating your response. You glance at it for a second, sigh, and think, what the heck?

Relenting, you nod your head, and he crouches down, bending his knees to the right level. You step closer and position yourself behind him.

With his gentle assurance, you reach your hands forward and wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck. As you rest your legs on either side of him, he asks for your consent to grip you behind your knees. You give him permission. Despite anticipating it, his strong hands still take you by surprise. You wonder quietly what else they're capable of.

Once you both have a solid hold on each other, he shifts his weight to stand up. After making sure that you are both stable, he turns his head to check on you.

“All good?”

“Yep,” you answer.

“Alright! Let’s make you some breakfast!”

As he carries you toward his building, you smile to yourself. Maybe the walk of shame wasn’t so bad after all.

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secret-sturniolo · 6 months

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scars to your beautiful - matt sturniolo

summary - When Matt has a sinking feeling about y/n, he takes matters into his own hands to make sure she is okay.

warnings - discussions of self harm, eating disorders, body image (no super graphic details)

a/n - this is based off of some of my own experiences and mental health issues. there will be no graphic imagery or details, but please do not read or interact if this will be a trigger for you.

Matt's POV

I had been asking our friend y/n to hang out with us for weeks now, and in that time my brothers and I had only seen her a handful of times. This was extremely out of character for the bubbly, out going girl that we knew. I had brought this up with Chris and Nick, but they figured that she just needed some space. While that may be true, I still had a bad feeling about y/n that I couldn't shake. I finally decided to call her.

Y/n's POV

I had been holed up in my room for the past few weeks, just idly scrolling through pictures of skinny, beautiful girls on Instagram. I had hit an all time low. Baggy clothes covered my shrinking frame and my red striped arms. It had been days since I had something proper to eat, and my body was feeling the effects. Even though I was so dizzy I could barely stand up, I repeated the mantra in my head. Beauty is pain, beauty is pain. And I would do anything to be pretty. I was past the point of feeling sadness. I was completely devoid of feelings, numb to the world, including my best friends. I knew they were probably worried about me, but I didn't care. I was too focused on the pictures and the razors. In the darkness, my phone screen lit up with Matt's contact.

A facetime call, dammit. I couldn't let Matt see me like this, so ignored the call and just let it ring, not worried about the possible consequences.

y/n, i'm worried about you. please call me. 7:45pm

I stared at the screen, my fingers frozen. Guilt washes over me as I realized how worried Matt was. More thoughts come flooding in.

You have to be pretty for Matt

He'll never like you if you look like that

I toss my phone aside not noticing my new notification, mind made up about what I was going to do next as I walk to my bathroom.

if you don't answer me, im coming over 7:57pm

alright, im coming over. be there in 5 8:00pm

Matt's POV

"Damn it!" I say out loud after there is no answer. I sent her a text, hoping she would call me back. When she didn't respond, I sent a few more messages, silently begging her to respond. Still nothing. My stomach was in knots as I walked out of my room to the living room where Nick and Chris were watching a movie.

"I'm going to y/n's place. Something's wrong, I know it." I say in a panic.

"Woah, Matt, hold on. Did you try calling her?" Nick asks me.

"Yeah, and I sent her texts and shes not responding. It's not like her, Nick."

"Do you want us to come with?" Chris asks me.

"No, I think it's better if I just go," I say, grabbing my keys. "I don't know when I'll be back but I'll let you know."

The drive to y/n's apartment is short as she only lives a few blocks away from our place. I find her spare key from my keychain and unlock the door.

"Y/n?" I yell, with no response.

Wasting no time, I walk towards her bedroom. The room was dark, only illuminated by the light from the bathroom creeping under the door. As I get closer to the door, I could hear faint crying. I say her name again, knocking softly on the door.

"Y/n, its Matt. I'm coming in."

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I opened the bathroom door. She was sitting on the floor, back against the wall with a sharp object in her hand. I took in the red on her arms, the arms that looked smaller than I remembered, and the pill bottle in her other hand. Her eyes were dark and sunken in, she looked so sick and fragile.

Where do I even start? I thought.

Y/n's POV

I had no idea anybody was even here until the bathroom door opened, and I saw Matt standing there. His face was filled with worry as he took everything in. I burst into tears, finally feeling everything at once. Without saying anything, he moved to sit down on the floor next to me, pulling me into his chest. I breathed in the scent of his cologne as I tried to match his breathing, watching the rise and fall of his chest.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. I had no idea..."

"You weren't supposed to know, Matt!" I sob. He lets me cry into his arms for a few more minutes before speaking again.

"Y/n, you need to tell me what's going on. Have you been eating?" he says gently but sternly.

I buried my face in my hands. "Matt, I can't tell you!"

"You know you can tell me anything, y/n. Talk to me, please." he pleads.

I broke down and told him everything.

"I don't know what to do, Matt! I can't stop. It just feels so right!"

"But why, y/n? Why did this start, did something happen?" He looks into my eyes.

"I just want to be pretty for you, Matt!" I sob.

He pauses. "For me? Y/n, I've always thought you were the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. You shouldn't change yourself for anyone, especially not for me."

"Can you help me Matt? Like, help me get better?" I ask him genuinely.

"Of course, y/n I will always be here for you." he says. "I want to get you cleaned up, do you have a first aid kit anywhere?"

"There should be one in that drawer." I point with a sniffle.

I watch as Matt gently cleans and bandages my wounds. As he finished up, I grabbed his hand.

"Matt?"

"Hm?"

"I - I love you." I stutter out.

His lips form a smile. "I love you too, y/n. So much."

We both lean in for a quick but passionate kiss, not wanting to go overboard in this moment.

"Can we go to bed?" I ask him.

"Of course, let me text Nick and Chris so they don't worry."

He sends a quick text to his brothers saying he's spending the night at my place, and then helps me up off the ground, carrying me to my bed. He slides his hoodie and shirt off before climbing under the covers with me. I lay my head on his chest, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breathing. He must have sensed my anxiety.

"Hey, it's all gonna be okay. Nothing bad is going to happen between you and I, I promise it's all for the better. Just go to sleep, and we can talk in the morning." He places a gentle kiss on my head.

God, it's like he can read my mind I thought to myself. I trusted his words, and for the first time in a long time, I finally felt safe.

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fluff #angst #fanfic #christopher sturniolo #imagine #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagine #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader

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randomlygeneratedusername2 · 10 months

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No one asked, but here's a vest tour! I've added a bunch since I last talked about it here, so here's the update!

Here's the full front and back

Most of this I made myself. The patches were mostly made by hand embroidery (anything machine done was probably given to me as a gift), with the exception of a couple that were just markers on white fabric.

Under the decorative patches is also a layer of random fabric patches, mostly from leftover projects scrap fabric, or old clothes I didn't know what to do with.

There's also some random paint splashes in green and red, and a ton of pop tabs and safety pins thrown around in empty spaces.

The pins I made were made from painted bottle caps, and held on with a pop tab and safety pin combo, with the edges of the bottle cap bent to hold it in place

The vest itself I got from a family member's friend, and said family member didn't want it. So she gave it to me to put patches on. I used it as a formal jacket for a year, but I didn't like how the sleeves felt, so I cut them off and ended up putting patches on it anyway. I've been working on this vest since last January, but many of the patches and stuff were transferred from my old jacket that I have other plans for, but that's for a different post.

Inside, plus the snack pouch

so much white embroidery floss, I'm surprised I'm still able to scrape up some in my embroidery floss drawer

Front top left (from the perspective of someone looking at me)

Gay frog pin is the only pin I own I paid for, I found all the rest for free from various events and also the library likes giving people free pins

Front top right

Got the Vulpix pin from some random lady at the empanada restaurant because she liked my nerdy jacket. A few months ago I reconnected with an old friend, who recognized the art style. So that's kinda neat

Front bottom left

I used to have the heart/brain patch sewn on an older jacket (that is no longer with us). I am never attempting to stick a needle through that thing again. Easily my most painful patch I own. Also a little keychain ring so I can clip stuff to my vest

Front bottom right

The worm's name is wormy, named by my friend who loves him. Wormy has been through a lot, and before finding a safe home on my vest, rotated between being a room decoration and a cat toy

The hotelier patch (the house on the pocket) is probably my favorite music based patch I've made. I spent way too much time on it, but I think it turned out nice in the end!

Back top

the trans flag section in the center is my favorite part. The peace was never an option patch is usually peoples favorite, and I get compliments on it regularly. It's hard to see, but the patch at the bottom left of the flag is the chemical formula for testosterone

Back bottom left

The QR code is a Rick roll, and also fully functional. When I made it, a picture of it was floating around between my friends between various group chats. I had one friend who tried to go to lengths to avoid getting tricked, until one of his friends sent him the picture, and he actually scanned it before realizing it's the QR code on my back. He was (jokingly) upset at me the next day. I want to make another qr code to a song I like more, but that one took longer than most my other patches do, so I'm not sure it's worth it.

Back bottom right

The Kos-mos patch (blue haired girl on left) is my favorite non music patch on here. It just feels like one of my most well made patches. Not much to say here, I just like the patch a lot

So yeah, that's my vest. No clue how many patches are actually on this, or how many hours I've put into this thing already, but it's probably a high number whatever it is.

If this gets at least 0.5 notes Ill talk about my other patch stuff, of which I've got a lot of.

#patches #battle jacket #embroidery #clothes #pins #diy #art #punk #emo

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happysadyoyo · 6 months

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this is another one of @pillowspace's au. may be taking some of my own spin on things but shhh

don't look at me

tw for mugging with a knife

It's well past dark when you leave work, waving goodbye to the security officer as you steel yourself for leaving the building. It's cold out, so you pull your hood up against the wind, tucking it tight around your throat. Yes, generally it's bad to cut down your visibility when you're walking alone at night, but also you're all but legally blind (mostly because you've not gone to the doctor since your last prescription stopped working). The hood makes the world seem a little less big while you march from work to home.

It's not a long walk, and it's one you're very familiar with, so it takes you a minute to realize when you're no longer alone. There's footsteps behind you, and as you slow down, you hear them slow down too. Odd. There's sometimes homeless people that hang around, but it's been getting colder and the cops swept the streets a couple nights ago anyway. Other than you, there's not many people hanging out in the business district. You want to reason this all away, but you fumble for that little can of pepper spray on your keychain anyway.

You'd barely pulled your hand free from your pocket before there's a tight grip on your shoulder, shoving you forward. You stumble and fall when the grip doesn't let up, crying out in dismay when your keys skip across the pavement. "No!"

"Shut up and give me your wallet. Now!" The mugger barks his orders at you, even as you try to feel for your keys. It had a reflector on it, just in case of a situation like this, but it's too dark here, the buildings hiding the moon overhead. You keep fumbling until a boot stomps on your fingers. "Are you fucking stupid? Wallet, now!"

"Sorry! I'm sorry. I don't have anything though, I swear." It's hard to find your wallet. Your hands are shaking, and the one that just got stomped is throbbing in time with your racing heart. You barely manage to pull the threadbare plastic leather bifold from your coat before it's snatched from your hand, your mugger ripping the rubberband holding it together off with a sharp snap.

"Bitch, what the hell is all this? There's no cash!"

"I told you! I don't have anythi---ng!" There's something very sharp pressed against your cheek all at once, and you freeze, jaw snapping shut. It's a knife, duh, sharp and cold from the night air. Your eyes feel hot in conrast, itchy, and you realize you're starting to cry.

"Hands up. And no funny business, or I'll use this." The knife digs into your skin, and you shakily lift your hands, flinching when he starts patting you down, clearly searching for any valuables. There's nothing, because of course there's not! You're smart enough to know not to lie if someone is threatening you like this! But when his hand slips inside your coat, you let out a choked up sob.

"Jesus, chill, no one would want to do anything with you. Fucking loser." He's frustrated, shoving you to the ground with his foot. You stay there, biting your lip so hard you can taste blood. But at least he seems to be done with you. "You tell anyone what just happened and I'll kill you." You don't reply, don't think you can. But it's enough. After an eternity, you hear him leave.

The breath you let out is a wretched thing, somewhere between a sob and a gasp, snot and phlegm caught in your throat turning it into a rattling sound. You roll onto your knees, burying your face in the arms of your coat as you let out a series of deep, dry sobs. It takes an eternity to calm down enough to move, your body stiff as you feel for your things. Your wallet was, to put it mildly, destroyed, and the tears continue unabated as you realize your cards are gone -- the gift card from work, the snap access card, and your debit card. You'll have to cancel the latter two, but there's no cash at home. No food either. You were going to grocery shop after your shift at the library.

Your keys had somehow made it to the curb, and your curl your fingers around the pepper spray like it's a talisman. Standing takes more effort, and you use the curb to sort of propel yourself up. Your balance remains shaky, and your nose hurts now from crying in the cold, and you definitely still taste blood. You try to tell yourself you're lucky you didn't get hurt (worse, you add, as your fingers and cheek throb), but that falls flat.

You force yourself forward, to get home. To your little apartment with your little brother, to let the sitter finally go home.

Fuck, you hope she'll let you pay through paypal tonight.

#human disguise au #uhhh #this one has no dca in it rn #but there will be #I just #um #things are really hard right now and it's easier to write for someone else's au than it is to think #about my own shit #anyway my big thoughts for this au include #y/n has custody of their little brother after some shit went down with their parents #they work as a janitor downtown but it means they work overnights a lot #they also keep their job as a library clerk and are shockingly good at it despite being legally blind #there's more but I should probably sleep #if the anxiety will let me

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pokidot · 1 year

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cani pls have a one shot with heizou @ the soulja boy concert

ANON PLEASE IM SCREAMING

wc: 1,359 note: this is my first time writing a kiss with my stories on here lol

You were having the time of your life, even though you had no clue where your date, Heizou had gone.

Granted, you tried looking for him as soon as you realized, but the crowd had packed you in and forced you to stay there within the seat. You were subjected to just letting someone else take Heizou's seat, since they were struggling to find their own.

Even with the discrepancies of him suddenly disappearing, out of sight out of mind, you felt a sense of pure elation even being at the concert. The stage ablaze with lights and pyrotechnics, dazzling display that reflects the fervor of the arena's compassion, it was making you dizzy.

The experience was electrifying; the music pulsates through the air with a final song. An old classic you knew too well to let go in memory, reverberating through the audience's bodies and igniting especially you with amour and excitement.

You almost didn't want to leave.

The final verses, and a dance break from the team that came out from stage left had the crowd hyped on adrenaline. The last song came to an end quick before the crowd had began to dissipate.

You left out the door to the auditorium halls with an indelible impression on just how fun a Soulja Boy concert could be.

But even as you had so much fun, you were confused on where you date was during the whole concert. Did he really just pay for two tickets to a concert that reached it's crescendo and then ditched you before the actual act can start? What a way to put breadsticks in your purse and run.

Your sense of gratitude and appreciation fizzled out on your tongue, leaving you with slight irritation and faint confusion. The feeling of trepidation creeped in your heart as you walked around aimless; not too sure where Heizou could be, but staying vigilant in your search.

You passed the merchandise, and the food court, and even the little Soulja Boy keychains you desperately wanted to buy because of how ridiculous it looked. You looked nook and cranny for him, desperately hoping to reunite. Because if not...you definitely were going to block him after this.

Despite your best efforts, you remained elusive right up until you saw a crowd at the end of the hallway. You blinked out of your transfixed state, walking towards the noise, only to see your very own date swiftly roundhouse kick someone with a mop in the face.

"Please! Get that psycho away from me!" The cleaner had shouted, their eyes almost blazing with fury, one that echoed even throughout the halls and bared attention from the people exiting the auditorium still.

"Playing innocent again, huh." Heizou squinted, his fingers curled and twisted under his other hand, the joints of them creaking within his control. "That's fine, the police are coming anyway. What are you really cleaning? Huh? The money you got from child exploitation?!"

"What...are you even talking about?!" The cleaner's face raged on, his voice growing stronger with his question.

"Yeah, man. This is a little..." The exhilaration still had some of the concert goers confused, because they had no idea how to even respond to this. "I mean...I personally wouldn't assume he's..."

"Do you even know who he is and what he's done? He is Mr. Satoshi Ueno. Slimy bastard had his hands on Watatsumi Island stocks at one point! He's a pimp under the scene!"

"I'm not! I'm just a cleaner with laundry to do after my shift!" The cleaner cried out.

"Still, even if he's charged for something, it's not ethical to fight with the janitor at a concert."

"You don't think I know that? I was helping Soulja Boy, this is the last thing I want to be doing on my day off. While he was cranking that, I was cranking necks." Heizou whistled. "I think I deserve some gratitude."

You tried processing the gravity of the situation, but your mind was struggling. Heizou...was interrogating the cleaner. Cool.

With a sudden fierce determination in your eyes that was as fiery as your lack of substance from tonight, you drew quickly near to the fight and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"

You seethed with anger. How dare he even waste your time? The date was literally over, and you hadn't seen him for the majority of it. Was he even thinking about you at all?

But...as Heizou looked down at you with his emerald eyes that sparkled and shimmered regardless under the dull lights, his lip slowly curling once he realized who it was into a charming and disarmed smile, your anger smoothened. It faltered harder than Soulja Boy's new songs. "Oh! Hey, (Y/N)!"

His voice was pure, honeyed sweetness against your ears. It was like dulcet liquid gold was pouring from his lips.

You became overwhelmed, buffeted on all sides of emotional waves that threatened to engulf you if you didn't get out of this situation with him. "Haha.." Your tense arm relaxed against his hands, intertwining them with his and waving at the audience, a faux smile planted on your lips. "Sorry, guys! He didn't take his meds today...you know how it is! Dementia and all...heh...bye."

Disgruntled that you were forced to bear witness to a merciless scrap while the police enter the room, you looked at your date with a complex stare.

You were almost convinced that he did this to himself out of sadistic pleasure. "What in the actual hell, Shika."

His hand rose up to scratch the back of his head, fingers fumbling nervously through his burgundy strands while he watched the police help the poor cleaner up from afar. "Heh," His eyes darted away, "To be fair, I really did think it was Satoshi Ueno."

The tenderness of your heart clouded your vision. Just enough for the wind to be knocked out of your lungs, but not enough to assess the situation as you cleared your throat. "You missed the Soulja Boy concert to assault some rando."

"Hey, hey! Not assault! Defense!" Heizou lifted his hands up, unwavering in his look towards you. "He had a clear reason why he thought that he was being attacked, and I have a clear reason as to why I think he's a dirty piece of garbage and he should be locked up. It's an equal bargain."

"An equal bargain?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "You did martial arts for five years and had no lead. He was a loser with laundry, what equity was there?"

Heizou couldn't help but give you a goofy grin. "Everyone gets a happy ending. He gets to go home and possibly get 3 days off from injury! And I," He paused to place his arm over you, a sense of warmth emitting against the chill you felt from the outside, "Get to prolong our date."

And even in this situation, with absolutely no concern for him kicking a guy in the face with the most ridiculous rhyme and reason to exist, your heart swelled at his words. "Did the date even start..? I went to a Soulja Boy concert all by myself."

But you couldn't be mad at him, because he got closer to you, leaning closer to meet eye level with you. "How ever can I make it up to you, (Y/N)? Dinner?"

You were struck by the sheer bond you had to his actions, a sense of wonder crashing over you. You practically had hearts in your eyes. "Italian."

Heizou's lips curled into an even wider grin, effervescent with delight as he suffused his triumph with a press to your lips. His touch against you was soft, gentle enough that it pricked at your heart like needles. The palpable love exuded from the two of you, and once he pulled away, you had practically melted.

"Let's go, then. You can tell me what songs Soulja Boy played." Heizou locked his hands with you tighter, as you two walked out of the building.

"Are you sure? You don't even know what the songs are." You smiled.

"Yeeeah. I can't name a single Soulja Boy song."

"Uncultured."

#✮ emily writes #✮ emily’s asks #genshin fanfic #genshin modern au #shikanoin heizou #heizou x y/n #heizou x reader #heizou x you #genshin oneshot

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fancifulflora · 11 months

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ATOC ROs at a Theme Park: Modern!AU Headcanons

I just came back from Universal since I was celebrating my baby cousin's birthday and my legs hurt and I hurt and I regret not having shoes that aren't heeled. So while I nurse my wounds I'm going to slap down some headcanons about the LIs at a theme park since it popped into my head mid-wait for a ride

Azad/Ashti

Enjoys people-watching a little too much while waiting in line. They might look a little distant and in thought, but don't let those hazel eyes fool you- they're judging the unfortunate beach bottle blonde Karen cut on one of the others in the line.

Will ignore most of the side vendors and booths for the most part, until they pass by the carnival-style games where you can earn your selection of over-priced, mass-produced plushies you could probably order online.

That's when A backs it the fuck up and makes it their mission to win.

I mean.

They want to win one for you, of course. That's why they're doing it. It has nothing to do with the self-satisfied smirk on the vendor's face when some teenagers walked away with a measly consolation prize.

And it has nothing to do with the fact that they dared to boast that it was unbeatable. No, no no no. Nothing as silly as that.

After a few failed tries, curses, and a small snack break, you end up with the biggest prize in your arms, resting on top of a tiny mountain of small keychains and prizes that A won while trying to beat the damned game. But hey, at least you have something to remember the day by? Well, a lot of somethings but you get the idea.

When the heat starts getting to the two of you, A is the most likely to go get one of those water bottles that mists you while a fan blasts a cool breeze into your face- without you needing to ask too.

If there's a cool water ride or, even better, one of the crazy ones that flip you upside down and drag you so close to the water's surface but not quite. A's going. Period.

They will have their hands in the air the entire time and enjoy the adrenaline rush and laugh internally at everyone looking like a wet rat by the time the ride's over.

And if there's a water park???

To be honest, A might try a few cool water rides in a water park but have you seen the pools? They might enjoy swimming and the water more than your average joe but they aren't a fool.

Would be a little more than curious to try out one of those artificial wave machines though, probably faring well on their own board.

Dara/Delal

They come prepared with a complete battle plan. The tickets are expensive and so to make the most of their time there's a perfect route for everyone to take that will let the group hit all the best rides before they have to leave or simply loose the will to continue on

Too bad everything goes out the window the moment they get through the gates and everyone starts splitting into their own groups

Still, is dedicated to not letting their work go to waste and will trek on anyways. One second, you see them on one side of the park, but the next time you get off a ride D is now on the exact opposite side of the damn place, halfway through the line already. How did they even make that much distance so fast? And how are they already that far up the line? Isn't that ride supposed to be popular?

The world may never know

If the two of you are together though, then you'll know that D has one of those sites on their phone that keeps you updated on the amount of traffic on each attraction and has already committed the map to vague memory. No need to shuffle awkwardly to the side of the path in a sea of people and "Sorry!"s and "Excuse me!"s as you fumble through your bags to find some flimsy piece of paper.

With D around, your trip is made much less socially awkward. And with their large size, it makes it easier to carve through the swarms of tourists and regular parkgoers. After all, no one wants to be flattened by someone so large with that serious look in their eyes, all part ways for the two of you, if just by a little bit.

Will scrunch their nose at most of the cheesy lines on the t-shirts and hats but will most likely cave by the end of the day and at least get one thing to remind them of their little outing. Avoids all eye contact when they leave a gift shop with a cap on that says "I had an un-bee-lievable time!" with a cartoon bee winking at you as if they too were enjoying the embarrassment.

Though slightly flustered at first, would probably wear a matching outfit or a couples t-shirt with you for the day. It's cute, okay?! And if done tastefully, isn't nearly as bad as it sounds.

Will probably wind down and relax by going on slow rides, the kind that takes you on a tour throughout the park just so they can see the sights and rest their legs from all that standing and walking around.

But the moment they get off the break's over and D's already on the move, only slowing down fully if you show signs of getting tired yourself.

If it wasn't going to catch the stares of everyone within a 20 feet radius, D would most certainly be down for carting you around in their arms when you get tired. If you ask them too they won't hesitate, though it might make them a little more than embarrassed to do so.

Rozerîn/Rêzan

Why are they even here? Couldn't you all have chosen something more relaxing? It's hot. Too hot. There are so many people. Sweaty people. People who need a bar or two of deodorant or some sense of personal space knocked into them. R is the unfortunate one that's dragged along for the day but still finds a way to enjoy it themselves

Admires the way all the employees stay in character as they put on shows throughout the park. The costumes are wonderfully designed, the atmosphere, even when it changes just when you round the corner, is rather immersive if you linger.

Wouldn't want to go on any crazy rides that throw you haphazardly around. However, they would enjoy those cool 3D rides with a simple storyline and cute effects like a fog machine or a water mister.

Finds the fact that all the rides drop you off at an appropriately themed gift shop the second after the ride's over to be distasteful.

Then, they see the cutest animal plush in the world and forgets all about that for a second. You might want to stop them before they have the mind to get you one too because these plushies are gonna quickly become your new faux children. And whoops, they have names now too. How did that happen?

Will don the biggest sunhat you've ever seen and dramatic sunglasses for the day and no, they aren't taking it off. Would be willing to replace the big shades they have if you buy them a replacement. No matter how silly it looks, it's still a gift from you after all.

If there's some kind of petting zoo available they're already b-lining for it. You can certainly join as well... if you catch up with them. But unless there are other cool sights to see this may be where they spend a great many hours of the day.

I'll give it a solid 6/10 chance that R ends up babysitting everyone else's stuff while they go on rides. Bumping it to a 9/10 if X is allowed to go crazy with their purchases. I mean, someone's gonna have to watch all your stuff and it's not like they're all too interested in whatever the "Shark Tornado" that you're all going on is.

With enough convincing and maybe a little smile from you they're willing to go on one or two of the more intense rides, although the caveat is that they're gonna be riding next to you no matter what.

If the ride's especially scary they'd hold and squeeze your hand tight before moving to the safety rails before they cut off circulation or something.

And afterward, with the wind having blown through their long hair and their face flushed from the pumping of adrenaline and blood in their heart, R manages to come out still looking pretty.

A messy pretty, but pretty nonetheless.

Xelara/Xelef

Buys a ridiculous amount of souvenirs. Like. A silly amount.

Will start off at a gift store absentmindedly looking through the selections and then they see something Heval would like. Oh shoot, you would love this. They just have to get it! Damn, they should probably get this too while they're at it. Ohhhh, now D would hate this... which is the perfect reason why they need to buy it for them.

Will shrug off any attempts to get them to stop with a small "it's a special occasion!", as if that argument really holds when they're trying to buy a snow globe in mid-July.

Honestly, the mental image of X clad from head to toe in theme park merchandise is more than amusing, until you realize that they're going to rope you into the same thing.

Would die waiting in line, so they make it a point to buy into the dumb fast pass system and will reserve the right to still complain a little if the line wait is too long.

I could see it being really cute being in line with X though, due to how physically affectionate they are. They wouldn't go over the line with PDA if it made you uncomfortable, but would most likely burn the time away with their arms wrapped around you, their chin resting on your head if you're short enough or against your shoulder. Might sneak a lil smooch in there if there aren't too many people in line.

Feel free to give them a little shove when the sun rises too high and everything gets too overwhelmingly hot though, X is practically a furnace so they understand even if they pout a little.

Same as D in the sense that they enjoy the more extreme rides more, but instead of putting their hands in the air and taking it in like a normal person they make it their mission to scout out the exact timing in which the ride takes your photo and comes in prepared

They'll do the usual, raise their arms up, screaming much louder than those around them, but by the time the ride is up and everyone's disheveled and their legs are all wobbly X is practically bouncing on their feet.

Heading down to the gift shop you can see why, with everyone looking like a mess they're the only photogenic one in these "candid" photos. It's even better if you aren't nearly as graceful on rollercoasters, X determined to collect all the images of the two of you on every ride you go on with claims of finding the contrast "endearing". And if you do happen to look pretty put together despite the hellish twists and turns of the ride, X makes it their mission to get the two of you to do poses for the camera on the rest of the rides. Collecting the images and then lining them up by the end of the trip in a makeshift photobooth reel of the day.

BONUS

Kulîlk Teyran

Will not eat the entire day prior in preparation for the big outing. But don't worry too much about her, she's already planning to make up for it in spades when she gets the chance.

She's super excited the moment that the trip is even brought up, never having really gotten the chance to go out much before. And to spend one of those outings at a theme park? With friends? With you?? What more could she want?

Does research in her own way. Mainly by looking through social media of other people going to the same park and studying their reviews and pictures. Will go to YouTube for videos of people eating through the menus there or taking POV footage of rides so she can mentally prepare herself and plan accordingly. Oh? The turkey legs are overrated? Well she won't bother with trying that then...

However, it's due to her excitement that she can't sleep by the end of the day. And when she can't sleep she begins to be anxious about missing the set time you guys meet up and being late. And when she thinks about being late she gets physically ill with anxiety and the fear of irritating her friends and you. And since she's anxious now, she can't sleep.

The cycle continues and before she knows it she barely gets 3 hours of sleep and her alarm is already ringing while she stares wide-eyed at the ceiling. Great. Lovely. What a start to the big trip to the theme park.

Still shows up before anyone else does, the most bitter cup of coffee in hand and her stomach dying. Only brightens up when she sees you or the rest approaching.

Finds the most endearing thing about theme parks to be the cute way they style and theme their food. Whether it's a cupcake with a little unicorn horn on it or a burger with the character stamped across the top of the bun Kulîlk is taking photos and sampling anything that doesn't seem too sweet.

Will offer to share what she eats with you as well, though it's partially so that she has more room to eat other things.

If you're eager to ride the attractions then she will be as well! Although you might have to help her walk a little after an especially fast and loopy one.

Not going to lie, she's the most likely to get sick after an especially intense attraction. Anxiety, a full stomach, caffeine, none of it is especially helpful to the poor woman dying on the park bench.

Will probably buy some souvenirs, but in this case, has her phone out comparing the prices online with what she sees in the stores. So unless it's an item that you get to customize or has a big show about it, Kulîlk will wait till after you all leave the park in order to order you whatever you want.

Could cave with a light breeze or kiss though, so go nuts lol.

Is the annoying one with a camera, wanting to take pictures of everything that seems cool and will ask for group photos on occasion. She prefers the more candid shots anyhow.

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lildevyl · 1 year

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Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic Chapter 10: On Patrol

Summary: On one of their patrols, Nuke and Ender ran into one of L'Manburg's infamous Vigilantes.

Chapter inspired by Tommy's Ultra-Important Keychain by SeriouslyCalmmitous

TW: Not much in the Trigger Warning area for this chapter. Mention of Anxiety, and some Violence (not major but there is some in this), and Mild Threat.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'm slowly but surely writing some chapters so I can update weekly again. Not gonna lie, it's getting difficult where I want to go from here. I have ideas but I have no idea on where to put them.

So, if the story seems "Outta Place" in certain areas. I will try to piece them back together. Enjoy!

(East Side)

To say that Tubbo and Ranboo were nervous would be an understatement. Tubbo felt like there were some kind of beehive in his stomach, the way it kept churning. Ranboo’s anxiety kept flaring up, hands shaking, several what ifs kept going through his head. Tubbo’s own anxiety wasn’t much better.

It’s been over a month since both Tubbo and Ranboo had seen Orcus and Siren come out of their apartment. And when Nuke and Ender had asked Arachnid for help. Tubbo secretly hoped that it was literally a misunderstanding on the Syndicate’s part. That they just got the address confused, of their actual healer and wound up stumbling upon Tommy and Siren just used his powers to make Tommy forget the whole thing. But until they hear back from Arachnid, that’s all Tubbo could do, was hope!

Which was why both him and Ranboo were standing on top of one of the apartment buildings on East Side. Both of them needed a huge distraction to try and take their minds off of things until they hear back from Arachnid. Tubbo had his radio out so they could hear what’s going on from the Cops Radios.

“Armed Robbery at 419 Main Street East Side, Monarch’s Clothing. Suspects are armed and need to proceed with caution.” Came over the radio.

Tubbo turned to Ranboo, it was time for Nuke and Ender.

(Monarch’s Clothing)

Earlier that day, Eret was smiling a mile wide as he read the News Report. Two new Vigilantes were in town, Nuke and Ender and so far they made quite a debut! Literally helping out one of L’Manburg’s top twenty Heroes, Arachnid. Well they couldn’t have helped out a better Hero than them! Arachnid was pretty neutral when it came to Vigilantes. Now, if a Vigilante vandalized a certain property like say, Mixer, under a protest. Then Arachnid would arrest the Vigilante or at least attempt to (after they were done laughing his butt off). But if a Vigilante was actually protecting part of the City, then Arachnid would either let them be or actually offer to help.

Eret had to admit, they were actually kinda impressed with the new Vigilantes debut. Not a lot of Vigilantes would take the risk of helping a Hero and being so exposed to the press. Nuke and Ender on the other had no problem in doing just that. With a little more practice and a few more years of experience Eret’s pretty sure that Nuke and Ender could be a good team for East Side.

“Excuse me, sir,” a man in a black pristine suit said, drawing Eret’s attention away from the computer. “Do you know where I might be able to find the owner of this store? I like to talk to her.”

Eret gave a condescending smile to the man. It’s not uncommon for people to assume that the owner of a Fashion Store is a woman. “I’m the owner of this store, and my name is Eret. I also go by they/them.” Eret offered their hand to shake the other guy’s hand.

“Oh of course, of course. My apologies. My name is Gene Torey and I have a proposition for you and your store!” Gene says taking out his business card and handing it over to Eret.

Eret looked at the business card with a grim expression. Ah, yes, he knew exactly who Gene Torey was. He was the owner of Torey’s Fashion Studios, with several stores in West End and the Hero District. There was even talk of him opening up a couple of new stores in the South Bay District. Eret was anything but impressed.

Torey’s Fashion Studio was the utmost scum of the Earth in the Fashion Industry that Eret has ever met! Torey’s would purposely hire new fashion designers straight out of college on internships, get them to sign prenups that their lawyers had drawn and never go over the specifics with the new interns. And literally steal the interns designs!

Eret had the pleasure when one designer sought them out as Baron and explained the whole situation. Torey’s Fashion Studio was holding a brand new intern's designs hostage. It was either signed over the rights to all of their designs to Torey’s Fashion Studio or Torey’s Legal Team was about to Black List the new intern. Meaning that the intern wouldn’t have been able to get a job anywhere in the Fashion Industry.

Oh yes, Eret was very familiar with them. They’re surprised that Torey’s was still around after that scandal had made the news.

“Oh yes, I’m very familiar with Torey’s Fashion Studio. You guys have stores in nearly all the districts. What does this have to do with my shop?” Eret demanded, throwing the pleasantries out the window.

“Well, we like to make your shop one of our own! I think this place has great potential to be even more outstanding, don’t you think?”

“The answer is no! Torey’s Fashion Studio is nothing more than a freakin’ scam in the Fashion Industry! I’m surprised you guys are still around after the Baron exposed you for the frauds that you are!” Eret said leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, well, the Baron ,” Torey spat. “Had made a crucial mistake that came out in the courts. You should really reconsider Mr. Eret. I hate to see anything . . . happened to this establishment . ”

“Are you threatening me?” Eret asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?! No! Not at all! It’s just that you know, East Side has a high crime rate -”

“Get out!” Eret shouted, shoving Torey out the door. “Get out now!”

(East Side, Later that Night)

Motha was flying around East Side enjoying the cool air under her wings, while patrolling. Motha loved being a Vigilante! It was so freeing and the best part was that she was able to finally do what the damn Hero Committee, the Order, wouldn’t let her do. Be an actual Hero and help save lives. Motha stopped on the roof of some random building and took a few deep breaths. No use in getting worked up over some old memories.

Motha, like her brother Arachnid, signed up for the Hero Program, wanting to actually be a Hybrid Hero to show everyone that you can be something no matter what! Well that dream came crashing down when Motha got a heavy dose of reality. The so-called “Hero Committee” was nothing more than a bunch of old Heroes stuck in their ways!

There was so much politics and certain clicks that you had to be a part of in order to actually be taken seriously. Not to mention that if the Hero Committee deems your power too “Weak” in their opinion, then you either don’t make it in the Hero Program or like what happened to Motha. Just be pushed to the side as a Sidekick!

They didn’t even put her as a Hero but as a “Hero-in-Training.” Translation: “We don’t think your Hero material but since you’ve managed to pass the Hero Program we’re going to have you stick by an actual Hero to learn from.”

Meaning, that you would be put with a Hero and the Hero is your boss and has full control of your pay and what not. And you don’t even get any credit! The Hero that you’re the Sidekick to gets all the credit, all the publicity, all the attention, all the perks, all the praise. Even if you’re the one that saved the day or saved the Hero, you just got overlooked, glossed over, shunned, pretended you were never there.

So, Motha did something that was in the Order’s eyes considered the utmost traitorous and sinful act possible! Next to actually becoming a Villain. ( Huh, I wonder if Mom wouldn’t mind teaching me then? ) Motha actually quit! She left the Hero Tower and became a Vigilante instead. Of course the Order couldn’t take that lying down so what did they do? They kept her on as a “Hero” even though her Prime Damn Hero License expired! They still have her in the system as “Suspended Indefinitely” even though she fully left. Handed in her resignation, flipped the one in charge of the Committee off and stormed out. Never to be returned!

Sure she helped out a few Heroes in battle but that’s because the “Minor” Heroes needed help! The top dogs were too busy doing whatever and of course the Hero Committee would always say, “Help is on the way!” And it would take them a good half an hour or so to finally show up, defeat the Villain and get all the glory while the actual Heroes that did all the work got a slap on the back and half hearted, “Good Job!”

Yeah, to say Motha wasn’t happy or impressed was a freaking understatement! Don’t get her wrong, Motha is super proud of her brother, Arachnid! That dude went through so much just to get where he is! And proved that he’s just as good as the “Dream Team” or whatever they want to call themselves.

Alright Motha, focus! You need to calm down! Yes, no one will hear this inner monolog rant but you need to focus! You can’t stop crime if you're dwelling on old memories. Suddenly a moth appeared and landed on Motha’s extended hand.

“Why hello there! Find anything interesting?” Motha asked. The moth told Motha that there was a store about to be robbed. It spotted a group of thugs heading towards Eret’s!

“Alright let’s go!” Motha said, spreading her wings and taking off.

(Monarch’s Clothing)

It had been a long day! Eret was still fuming from the audacity of Torey! Oh Eret knew perfectly well what the so-called “Critical Mistake” was. Torey’s Lawyers wound up scaring a few of the interns and literally paid for their silence and to drop the charges. Luckily they weren’t able to scar them all off and the court proceedings went off without a hitch. It was one of the most publicized court cases ever!

Eret had nearly gotten themself arrested just by showing up at the Courthouse in full costume as Baron. Luckily the Heroes understood that Baron was there for the Witnesses and was a Witness themself. It was difficult when both Eret and Baron had to be at the Courthouse. Good thing Eret was on Neutral Terms with a lot of Villains and the more “Villainess” Vigilantes. Jester and McCormick had saved their butt during those times.

Oh Eret couldn’t wait to finally take down Torey’s Fashion Studio and expose them for the frauds that they are! After saving and sending their reports to their bookkeeper, shutting everything down and locking the safe and Office up. Eret was about to lock up and then head home, when a crash from the front of the store caught their attention. Heading to the front of the store, Eret saw a bunch of thugs ransacking the place.

Of course Torey wasn’t going to take Eret saying no and calling them out. That was another thing about Torey’s that made Eret’s blood boil. If there was any type of competition then Torey’s would make sure there was no competition by any means necessary. Including staging a break in and destroying the place.

Eret hit the silent alarm, alerting the cops and was about to dash in the back and quickly change into his Baron costume. When they heard a familiar female voice.

“Excuse me, but don’t you know it’s past closing time?” Motha was standing in the doorway leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and what Eret could only assume a raised eyebrow.

One of the thugs charged at Motha and in three quick moves, the thug was down for the count. And that was all it took, like a signal that was setoff, the group of thugs charged at Motha. Hoping the numbers game would be enough. Motha was holding her own, dodging and tanking many hits and strikes. While landing mostly all of hers. Then the door burst open and in came Nuke and Ender.

Eret just stood there and watched the fight unfold. All three Vigilantes were doing well. It was clear that Nuke and Ender have some training but not nearly enough. Both of them at least were holding their own without having to rely on their powers. In about ten minutes, Motha, Nuke and Ender were zip tying the thugs hands to the clothing racks (very clever) and taping weapons to the wall. Then Motha came over to check on Eret.

“Hey, Eret! Long time no see!” Motha greeted.

“Motha, good to see you. And you must be Nuke and Ender?” Eret held out their hand. “I’m Eret, I own this place. You guys had quite a debut.”

“Eret here helps all Vigilantes with their suits. In exchange we help keep an eye out for their business.”

“Well, it’s more than that! You guys do what the Heroes are supposed to do. Stopping Crime. So, I offer my services as best as I can.”

“We’ll think about if we need an upgrade,” Nuke said.

“Alright, you guys need to head out before the cops show up,” Eret said.

And with that Ender grabbed both Nuke and Motha and disappeared in a cloud of purple particles.

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Characters:

Nuke - Tubbo Ender - Ranboo Motha - Martha (OC) Baron - Eret Arachnid - Spyder (OC) Mixer - Arden Weird (Mentioned) (OC based off my friend Arden @weirdmixofweirdness

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Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @nightfuryobsessed, @isa-ghost, @septic-dr-schneep, @tracobuttons, @a-humble-narcissus, @ghostsknewmynights, @luna-moonblood, @ashedflower

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iglooracing · 2 years

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for ur word prompts thing! sebchal + sneaky?

ahh ames!! thank you for sending in a prompt <3 i had so many different ideas pop into my head for this one, but i hope you like what i went with :)

when seb enters the bedroom it's an absolute mess with charles' things everywhere.

"no, i can't find them," charles whines as he smacks a hand down to his thigh, the other still tangled in his hair.

"hey," seb replies softly, taking charles' hand out of his unruly hair and lacing his fingers together with charles'. "what can't you find, schatz?"

"my keys! i leave in a few hours and i can't find my keys," charles grumbles as seb leads them over to the bed. he pushes aside some of charles' belongings that he's dumped out of his small suitcase and strewn out on it in his search to make room for them to sit down on the edge.

"i know i put them in my bag last night when we came back from dinner. i mean, i know we got a bit distracted..." he trails off and blushes slightly at the memory. seb had been very distracting as he pressed his front into charles' back and started sucking a mark on his neck while charles tried to put his keys away.

"but i did make sure to slip them back into the pocket i always keep them when i'm away at races," charles explained with a slight pout. seb leaned in to kiss it away.

"you didn't lose them, charles," he sighs and reaches into his own pants pocket.

"what do you mean, i've looked everywhere and -" charles starts, but he stops when he sees the familiar ferrari keychain in seb's palm.

"you found my keys!" he shouts and reaches for them.

"umm.. not exactly.." seb trails off and now it's his turn to blush.

"huh? where were they?" charles' brow furrows in confusion as he examines the keyring to make sure all the keys are still there. seb bites his lip and worries it between his teeth, but charles is too focused on what's in his hands to notice.

"they were with me, but i didn't find them, i -" seb is cut off now as charles sees something unfamiliar in the order of apartment, car, parent's home, and bicycle lock keys.

"this is not mine," he exclaims as he holds the key up, still examining it.

"no, it's um.. it's mine," seb responds quietly.

charles' head shoots up to now stare at seb, who’s staring back at him with a worried expression, but there's something soft and hopeful in his eyes.

"yours?"

"yes, to my house. here."

charles' eyes widen and he leans his head forward slightly in shock before looking back down at the key in his hand and then back up at seb.

"yours.." he repeats, but it's not a question anymore.

"i saw where you keep it and after you fell asleep last night, i took the keyring out to go have my house key duplicated and added to it," seb explains. "i thought it would be a good surprise.."

charles is silent as he looks at the key in his hand. this is the key to seb's house and he wants charles to have it. seb is giving him a key to his house.

"are you upset? i'm so sorry, i should have just given it to you, but i thought this would be sweet and.. i don't know," seb trails off as he reaches out for charles' hand that's holding his key.

"you.. you're giving me a key?" charles asks weakly.

"yes," seb answers definitively as he holds onto charles' wrist.

charles' grip tightens on the key and he lunges forward to kiss seb, the suddenness of the action causing the two of them to fall over slightly.

seb tangles his hands in charles' hair as they kiss until their breathing is ragged. when they pull away, charles is grinning so wide he thinks he could pull a muscle.

"so, it's a good surprise then?" seb asks.

"yes, sebastian." charles rolls his eyes, but he's smiling into the next few kisses he shares with seb while seb keeps hold of him. charles thinks he remembers seeing a locksmith just around the corner from his apartment in monaco.

#ahhh okay this took longer than i thought it would originally but i'm happy with how it turned out lol #i hope you enjoy ames :'))#and thank you again for sending in a prompt!! <3 #sebchal #sebchal drabble #sebchal fic #drabble #f1 drabble #my writing

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mysticalmayhem1930 · 1 year

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A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Three of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part Twenty Seven<<

A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.

Summary: Loki and Eva meet to have a first look at the other, and exchange their life changing gifts to each other.

Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.

Link to previous chapter

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Credit to artist

Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

>>>18+ ONLY<<

Her eyes were filled with the dark blue cape that hug from Loki's shoulders. The photographers got shots of her walking up to Loki, with the cloak wrapped protectively around her. Tentatively she reached out to his shoulder, when he registered the touch he let a breath go that he didn't realize he was holding as he slowly turned around. He lifted her in his arms and kissed her, then went to put her back down and noticed she was floating without the wings.

"Still trying to keep it a secret?" Loki growled with a smile.

"No, they wanted to come with, and who am I to argue with an ancient relic?" She laughed as the cloak brought her back to the ground and did a flashy reveal.

"I.. I... wow... just.." Loki stammered.

"Thank you my Prince. Now it's your turn, let me see."

With an equal flourish he flipped the cape back and it was her turn to stammer. She took in the jacket with the weaving of the fabric on the sleeves to the button down shirt that resembled his tunic. Eva's fingers slid down the fabric from the jacket lapels to the shirt. "I can't wait to get you out of this tonight." She murmured.

"I'm having the same thought, it we are limited on time, shall we exchange our gifts? I would like to go first if that's ok with my Princess."

"Yes that is fine."

She took the letter and opened it reading his words to him in a shaky voice

My Dearest Eva,

I am overjoyed to be marrying you in front of our friends who are now as close as family. I say our friends because if not for you helping me become the man I am today, for your acceptance of me, flaws and all, helped shape me into a better person. Someone who can show his emotions with out fear of recourse. Someone who is not afraid of what may never be, and someone who understands that my 'Glorious Purpose' was not to rule people, but to be accepted as I am, no need for glamour, no need to be in charge. These people we now surround ourselves with are true friends, ones who have accepted us, and care for us as family. The knowledge that you will be forever by my side as My Princess makes me the happiest person in the nine realms. And it is always proper for a Princess to have her own steed. Just as Merida had Angus, Mulan had Kahn, and Rapunzel had Maximus, I wish to gift to you your own Noble Steed. I had a lot of help from some of our friends. I am always with you and will love you until my last dying breath.

Love,

Lokabrenna

Loki handed the box to her. She removed the paper and was faced with a plain white box. She carefully removed the lid her eyes are filled with a classic Mustang emblem keychain, with two keys one square and one oval key attached. Lifting the ring from the box she looks questioningly at him. "Loki, is this what I think it is? It must be because there's a trunk key and an ignition key. What year my love?"

"1968, Tony and Clint called it a barn find they helped me locate in North Carolina."

"Loki it's perfect, you must show me the shell tomorrow. I love you and yes, it is the perfect noble steed for me."

The group was looking at Tony "what did he give her?"

"Clint and I found him a 68 'Stang barn find in North Carolina. It was Loki's idea he just needed help finding it."

"Is that what's covered in the corner of the garage?" Pepper asked

"Yep."

"Thank God, I was peeking around and saw it, so long as it's not yours." Pepper hugged and kissed Tony.

"So I guess it's my turn... Loki no matter what know that I love you with all of my heart." She handed him the letter. He began reading it to her.

My Dearest Lokabrenna,

I can hardly believe what this past year has brought me.. the most important being the fact that you love me the way I have always loved you. Allow me to first tell you how happy you make me each and every time I see you. Your smile can light a thousand candles. Your heart could not possibly hold more love. And your hands can not hold me or reassure me enough. I want you to know I thought long and hard about what to get you. Heck I even asked a few people and none of them were remotely helpful. When I asked Wanda she said ' how about Mjolnir?' Super helpful. Tony suggested 'how about a throne.' I told him you had found your glorious purpose. And Nat was super helpful she said 'Stormbreaker, has anyone given that idea?'

I mean I was stumped... what does one get the god and Prince she is marrying as a gift. A new pair of daggers seemed cliché. So after lots of contemplation, I decided to get help from the one who knows you best, me. I look forward to many years together, I hope we never go to bed unhappy. I hope that you know I will never pass judgment on you without knowing the facts. Most important know that we are always a safe space, no matter what the emotion is. Never hide it from me, please don't push it down. Know that I will always love you and that my home is wherever you are, and I will always find you as you are the shining star that gives me purpose.

Love you more, Always.

Eva

The cloak handed her the box. She placed the rectangular box in his hands. The group inside pressed closer to the glass, and the photographer got into a better position to get Loki's reaction. He unwrapped it carefully, removing the lid he was confused for a minute as she pointed out the little window and asked him to read it. It was one word that would change his whole life for the better. "Pregnant."

She smiled at him, nodding.

He looked at her "Darling what does th... Dear gods... are you??? Wait that means I'm going to be a... wait, how are you so calm?" His tears were flowing and he was smiling he felt his knees grow weak, thankfully Thor was right there to catch him.

Eva just smiled at him the rest of the group coming out to congratulate them.

"One minute," Loki called out "I just need to hear you say it, so I know it's true."

"Loki, We are pregnant. And just for the record I don't care if it's Aesir, Mortal, Jotun or Mutant, boy or girl, or any combination of, I just want it to be happy and healthy."

Thor helped him up so he could hold her close and kiss her neck he cried tears of joy, and the photographer got all of the shots. Tony and Clint stood in place mouth's agape.

"Did Elvira just say Green Day and her are pregnant?" Asked Tony.

"Yes, I think those were the words they used." Mumbled Clint.

Loki asked "how long have you known?"

"Well Laufey came clean with me before we left Jotunheim. He told me he remembered this." She indicated her Jotun skin. "Happened once before, but not to this extent..."

"My mother?"

"So when we got back I got some at home pregnancy tests and took them with the girls. 3 positive and two negative. So Wanda and I went to visit Stephen and he was able to locate an OBGYN who would work with mutants. We went to see her and she was able to confirm the positive tests. Loki WE are going to be parents. I just can't believe it's true."

"Eva, I'm not sure what to say, except I can't wait to meet our child. May I accompany you to your next appointment?"

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. I think that I should get back and finish getting ready."

"It gets better? I find that hard to believe, very well Princess, I love you and am always with you."

"Love you more." She took Tony's arm and he walked back to the room with the girls.

"Pips, I'm going to be an emotional mess, I can't believe you're pregnant. Now I know why Stephen told me to keep you off missions until after the wedding. I'm so happy for both of you. You both are going to be awesome with the child. Pepper, I'll see you out there, love you." Pepper hurried to him and held him while he gathered himself. Eva was having the last of her makeup applied.

"Pepper tell me he's ok... did I break him… maybe I should have done this last night???"

"He's fine, I don't think he's ever had all of these emotions at once." She laughed.

There was a knock at the door a little while later, Thor, Stephen and a collected Tony all entered the room "Pips, you ready?"

"As I'll ever be." She said getting up she took a few minutes to take in the mens suits as she didn't notice Thor or Stephen earlier. "You guys look amazing!"

Thor put his hand on her shoulder, " Sister, would you like me to place your crown and sword belt?"

"I would be honored, Prince of Asgard." She replied. Thor set to wrapping the belt around her and securing it.

"Stephen, as the one who’s known her longest, would you do the honors of placing the crown?" Asked Thor.

"Thank you Thor I'd love to." Placing the crown on her head she turned to Tony who was still wiping tears from his cheeks.

"Pips.. you are perfect, god I think I'm gonna miss you and Loki around the tower when you move out." Pepper put her arm around his waist and pulled him closer. "Ok so I think I'm ready, is everyone else?" They all practically screamed. Yes!!!

They began the walk to the elevator in the silent halls. Tony pushed the button for the floor above the one they were using for the ceremony, they all planned to walk down the ornate staircase and into the room, except for Eva and her entourage.

#loki #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #loki odinson #dragana #loki of jotunheim #tom hiddleston #loki x eva #avengers

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rosierin · 3 years

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Studying with you

pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader

synopsis: after finding out about your gradually decreasing grades, your teacher urges you to change your studying methods and decides to find you a tutor among the class. shame that tutor is literally the biggest jerk known to man. you swear he knows nothing but insults and that his heart is made of stone. or is it?

genre: fluff

type: oneshot

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i hate love this guy, srsly

"Oi, (y/n). Wake up, we're not finished."

Your head jerks up and you let out a loud, drawn out groan as your eyes refocus on the man in front of you. He's sneering, same as usual, and you wish you could suddenly go back to dream land where you were happily baking cookies with Hinata and Kageyama.

Beneath your arms are two gaping algebra textbooks. One is riddled with scribbly notes and an unnecessary amount of pointless doodles, except the one of Tsukishima— scowling with a head drawn way too big compared to the rest of his skinny body. The other is filled with neat, detailed formulas, pastel highlights and all the correct answers which you've been struggling to find for the past two hours.

"I'm up, I'm up, geez.." You yawn with your head still on the table and look up at Tsukishima with drowsy eyes. "You could've woken me up a little nicer, ya know."

"Yeah.. no. How about you hurry up and finish so I can go home?" He looks more than done at this point and huffs, pointing at a formula jotted messily on your paper. "And you got that one wrong again, by the way."

You squint at your work, then realize he was right. "Oh. My bad."

Wanting to get things over with, you get back to work but your eyelids are so heavy it's ridiculous. Not to mention your brainpower has reached its limit.

You can feel your grip on your pen loosen as you try and correct your work but before you know it, your head drops again, only to be jolted awake by a sudden smack to the back of the head with what feels like a textbook.

"What the— Do you mind?!" You snap.

Tsukishima doesn't react to your outburst in the slightest, just nods to your unfinished work with a look of lazy authority. "Algebra." He stares at you with a deadpan expression when you pout. "Now."

"Fiiine." You sigh, annoyed that your puppy dog eyes didn't work on Tsukishima. Not that you thought they would. Tsukishima didn't seem like the type to particularly like animals, except maybe for dinosaurs. He had a small keychain of one buried deep within his pencil case, you found. "You know, you'd make a terrible teacher."

This time, it's Tsukishima's turn to yawn, stretching his long limbs and you have to force yourself not to focus on the pull of his lean muscles despite yourself. Then, he turns to look at you with a look of false innocence. "Sorry, go on?"

"I hate you."

"Great. Now ask me if I care."

You suck in through your teeth as you hold back from socking the blonde straight in the face. He's been sassing you non-stop since the beginning of your study session and you'd think you'd be used to his perpetual cocky remarks by now but alas, he was still a huge pain in your ass.

"Where're you going?" You ask as Tsukishima gets up from his chair that's in front of your desk, dusting the eraser shavings off your textbooks.

"Aw. Think you'll miss me?"

You bite your lip down and he notices, smirking contently before deciding to answer: "going to get some water. That question better be finished by the time I get back."

He's gone before you can retort, long legs granting him a quick escape. However halfway down the hallway you hear him add: "or I'll make you do three more."

Great.

"Yessir," you sigh, though you have absolutely no intention of following through.

You glance down at your textbooks for good measure— textbooks which are practically staring at you, and you can picture them with beady little eyes as though they're chanting— soooolve ussss.

You shudder. Man, you really were tired.

"Yeah, no. Sorry, Tsukki."

Pushing your homework aside, unfazed by your salty tutor's threats, you decide it's time for an actual break. You deserved it, right? Yeah, yeah you did. So without second thought, you let your attention drift to the scenery outside instead.

You'd been so focused on your homework (and Tsukishima's sass) that you hadn't even noticed the beautiful sunset that was now setting over the hills of Karasuno High. You always loved the way it looked at this hour, basking the buildings and tall, lush trees in its warm light. It was all too soothing, so soothing that you hadn't even realized you were once more falling asleep, eyeslids fighting to stay open until they finally gave in and what little willpower you had left, left your body.

"Right, time's up. You better be finish—"

The moment Tsukishima walks back into the classroom, eyes settling on your current state— sprawled out on your desk, mouth slightly agape and completely out cold, he's overcome with the urge to sigh.

He walks over to your desk and sits down opposite you, then as he leans his cheek into his palm, he lazily pokes your cheek— once, twice, but gets no reaction in response.

"You've got to be kidding me.." He sighs. But he decides to not bother and wake you up this time. What'd be the point? You clearly weren't in any shape to study and honestly, he didn't have the patience in him anymore to try in case it'd drive him crazy.

For a second he debates just leaving you there, passed out of your classroom desk, but quickly decides against it in case he gets an earful from your parents about leaving you alone or something. The last thing he wants is any extra trouble.

Therefore he agrees, albeit begrudgingly, to let you sleep. Just until you were rested up enough to work again.

⭐

Thirty minutes go by, you're still fast asleep.

During that time, Tsukishima took it upon himself to slip his headphones on and listen to some beats, hazel eyes flitting beyond the window to watch the last of the sunset, hoping it'd make the time go by quicker.

Usually, this would be right up his alley; peace and quiet, chill lofi and a sunset, however when sat on a painfully uncomfortable, wooden chair rather than his comfy and plump single bed, the experience was significantly less appealing. Therefore, after trying to find a comfortable sitting position and failing for the fourth time he decides to take his headphones off and focus back on his studies— he might as well, only when he reaches for his pen, he realizes it isn't there.

Amber eyes scan the table. Usually it'd be in his pencil case; he doesn't remember taking it ou—

Ah, never mind. It all makes sense when he sees it. Not in his pencil case after all, but balanced precariously between your fingers.

He rolls his eyes.

Why didn't she just use her own pen?

Reaching for it, he attempts to pull it out of your grasp only to freeze when you begin to stir.

He doesn't know why at this point— he could just wake you up, that's what he'd initially planned. But now, for some reason, there's something that prevents him from doing so. Maybe it had something to do with the way you were sleeping so peacefully.

He tries to pull at his pen again— gently— but this time, it isn't you stirring that makes him seize up, but the way your index and middle finger hook around his own.

His brain stutters.

Well, this is new.

Tsukishima's back straightens an awkward amount, completely unsure of what to do. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. He becomes painfully aware of that. He's also painfully aware that you could possibly wake up while holding him like this.

Thankfully, you don't. And although the tenseness of his body is beginning to hurt, he still takes the time to admire your sleeping form.

You're laying crossed armed, head nestled between them, facing him. He watches your body rise and fall ever so gently, can almost hear your quiet breaths. It's picturesque, almost; the way your hair glows beneath the bright full moon. Unknowingly, his thumb twitches nearer, gravitating towards the warmth of your hand and he can almost feel—

"Enjoying yourself there?"

Suddenly he's frozen. Though it only lasts a second, for the next he's already retracted his hand, folding it under his arm like it was never there to begin with.

"Wh— How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough," you say, smiling curiously at him and for once the tables have been turned; the teased having become the teaser. "So you can be nice sometimes."

Tsukishima's expression is anything but impressed as you mock him, his face caught between confused and annoyed, and dare you say even a little bit embarrassed? He's quick to shake it off though, sparing himself of any sly comment as he regains his usual cool demeanor.

"Please. You're the one who grabbed me first," he scoffs.

"But you didn't try to move," you shoot back.

There's a strange atmosphere that settles in the room as your mishief-glinting eyes bore into his, and Tsukishima doesn't dare talk back for once, having been robbed of all witty comebacks. He hates being at a loss for words, but he hates even more so, the beginnings of a grin forming on your features, one that he knows is a result of his shortcomings.

"Whatever, (y/n) just pack up your stuff. We're done for the night," he says as he himself starts tidying his belongings.

You chuckle then nod your head. "Sure thing, sensei."

"...don't call me that."

"Sensei."

"Urgh, shut up."

⭐

Later that night, when you're lying in bed, ready to fall asleep, your eyes snap open as your phone buzzes underneath your pillow. You pull it out and press the home button, wondering who could possibly be texting you at this hour. When you do, you're surprised when it's Tsukishima's ID that pops up.

He had sent one message:

"Oh and by the way, you drool when you sleep."

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changeling-crafts · 3 years

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DIY stim toy keychain/bracelet

I really like this project because each step of it can be it's own relaxing project with a fun end result

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to make one you will need

old magazines/paper

string

scissors

glue

a stick to wrap your beads around

a staight edge

a button (only if you want to make a bracelet)

This part is totally optional but I started by drawing some abstract color blotches all over my paper for more colorful beads, I reccomend markers over colored pencils or crayons for this because the wax from those mediums can make the glue less effective.

After I've decorated my paper I took a ruler and marked out every inch along one of the short sides. On the top of the page I started by measuring half an inch and then marked out in inches from there. Lastly I connected up all the markings so I get a page of long triangles.

Pro tip: do this on the back of your page otherwise those lines will show up on your beads (unless you think those lines look cool in which case do it as I did)

If you dont have a ruler you can use a scrap piece of paper and mark out how long you want your beads to be and just use that as a guide, for the half inch part just fold your guide in half.

Next I cut along those lines and roll/glue them into beads, I found that rolling them up and unrolling before applying the glue can make gluing much easier.

If you want your beads to be more durable you can coat them in a layer of nail polish before using them, I like using a slightly shimmery polish for beads to add a lil extra glam.

make sure you cut your string much longer than you think you need, the string I cut started off as about two feet long and it shrunk to the size you see on the top most pic.

Once the string is cut fold it in half and tie a knot making a loop in the middle of the string. If you are making a bracelet make sure this loop is big enough for your button to pass through. you can omit this if you just want to make a non keychain/bracelet stim toy

Next start threading the beads onto the string by passing both ends of the string through either end of the bead, crossing in the center of the bead. If you have ever made a bead lizard. this is the same idea. I like the make sure that I'm not pulling the string too tight, so the beads can still roll freely.

Keep adding beads until its a length you like, to finish off a keychain you can just knot the two ends however you want, for a bracelet make sure to add a button so you can put the bracelet on.

I find that rolling the beads between my fingers is nice and so is rolling the beads against each other. I find that playing with it a lil bit helps loosen things up a bit, if after a bit your beads arent rolling well try gently pulling on either end of the stim toy to stretch it out a bit. If that dosent help you might try re threading it. I sometimes find that the ends of my beads can unstick and unroll a bit, but it's not hard to add a bit of glue to get it back in working order.

The nice thing about this is that theyre so easy (and cheap) to make that I dont worry about breaking/losing/giving them away

as always you are welcome to ask any questions or to tag me in your attempt at this project, happy crafting!

#diy tutorial #crafts #changelingcore #goblincore #stim #stim toys

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incorrect-obeyme · 4 years

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Lesson 39 & 40 Spoilers!

Hello hello! I figured that because the two lessons are connected, I’ve decided to talk about both of them! Horary!

Heads up this is super long post! (Crossing fingers that the keep reading function is working!)

After the situation with your powers and 3 worlds, Diavolo holds a party in his castle.

You dance with Diavolo and he tells you how he’ll be able to look to you as his guiding light (AAAAAAA MY HEART)

He wanted to tell you that he hopes to stay by your side and right when he is about to finish that sentence, the song finishes. He holds your hand tighter and asks you if you want to dance with him again. OF COURSE DIAVOLO ILL DANCE WITH YOU AGAIN

The next day, you noticed that Lucifer is even closer with his brothers now after that whole amnesia situation (cute!)

Sadly, we find out that we have to leave Devildom AGAIN.

Asmo suggested that you should go to Diavolo’s castle yourself and tell him that you want to stay in Devildom.

Sadly, he couldn’t do that, saying that we are only human beings and that we have our own lives in the human realm (i don’t have a life please send me down there)

After your failed plan, you talk to Solomon!

He explains that “if a demon chooses something dear to them at the time, and gives it to a human”, you can summon them across worlds at any time!

He also explains that the gift Asmo gave to him was a giant oil painting of himself LMAO

Anyways, you head off and ask the brothers about what is something that is most dear to them! This is where you can kiss them or hug them depending on what answer you pick!

Here’s a recap of what they give you (order by how the lesson was laid out):

Satan: The book when he and Lucifer switched bodies

Tells you that the book that set in motion a series of events that he will never forget

Asmo: Pictures of you and him

You both decided to take a bunch of pictures together

Before this, he tells you that what he treasures most is himself or you

Belphie: His star

Tells you that you’re the only person he’d be willing to give it to

He also mentions how each brother has their own star (aww!)

Whenever he looks up to the sky and sees the stars, it makes him feel how his family is nearby

Now this concludes Lesson 39, now off to Lesson 40!

Levi: The script where we performed at the RAD festival + Simeon signature!

He explains to you that what makes this script important to him is not because it was autographed or written by the author of the TSL series, but a keepsake of his time with you

Beel: His star (twins!!)

Because those stars are family to him

He wishes that you had a star up there with the others

He also tells you that he used to the leader of Lucifer’s personal bodyguard and he will always be ready to be your bodyguard whenever you need him

Mammon: His keychain where you both bought a matching pair during that time when you went to the human world

Mammon tells you that the keychain is more important than money (goodbye i'm gonna cry)

Also tells you that he wouldn’t give to anyone, no matter how much money they offered him for it

Lucifer: His ring aka the ring of light!

He’s happy that his ring is protecting you and keeping you safe

If you answer that you want to stay in Devildom, he replies saying,

“You belong in the human world. There is no changing that. However, if your real wish isn’t “to stay in the Devildom,” but rather “for all of us to be together,” well… That we can do. We’ll stay by your side until you’re sick of us. We’d never let you go… I’d never let you go. You must know that, right?”

Now, we’re counting down the final days in Devildom!

The next day, you’re in Purgatory Hall with Solomon, Luke, and Simeon!

Luke talks about his dessert and Simeon asks Luke that rather than heading back to the Celestial Realm, they can visit the Human World instead!

Of course, Solomon talks about if they do visit the Human World, he’ll promise that he will cook up some meals and everyone was like, “yeah no thanks” (poor solomon)

Leaving Purgatory Hall, Luke runs after you!

He tells you how he likes the Devildom and how pretty nighttime could be here (since the Celestial Realm is the complete opposite)

Luke talks about how he has to head to the Demon Lord’s castle about sharing (I think?) a recipe with Barbatos and asks you if you can come with him!

When you arrive, you meet up with Diavolo!

He asks you if you have time to spare because he wants to talk to you about something (heLL YEAH DIAVOLO OF COURSE)

You both head to the garden, where he asks you if you remember the time back where you were alone with him and how he was talking about negative things because he was unsure of himself (think this was about Lucifer & how close we were with the bros? I don’t remember exactly sorry oahsogias)

Anyways, he confesses (he’s blushing in this part) that he doesn’t want you to go either. He also states,

“I’m not speaking as the next king of the Devildom, or even as a demon, I’m speaking as myself.” (YOU GO DIAVOLO)

Right when he was about to tell you something, LUKE BARGES IN (LUKE WHY)

The next day, you roam around the House of Lamentation, remembering your moments here before you leave. You head to the diner and BOOM, the brothers + the undateables surprise you with a party! Diavolo magically changes the scenery and you all dance together!

You go outside and meet up with Solomon, Luke, and Simeon

Luke confesses that after he saw you doing amazing things here, he realizes that he wants to make some changes to himself

“I realized that it isn’t right to condemn someone just because they’re a demon.” (LUKE! YOU GROWN SO MUCH!!)

Both Luke and Simeon want to be your guardian angels!

Fastwording the final day, you wake up in a pitch-black area and you hear whispers

Turns out you were kidnapped by the brothers in a sack

Back in lesson 39, Asmo discussed a plan to make your stay in the Devildom, so I’m guessing this is it?

The plan was that the brothers will kidnap you so you can all run away together by exiting a secret passage in the House of Lamentation

Sadly, that plan was ruined when you encounter Diavolo and Barbatos when you reach the end

Lucifer arrives late, but he tells Diavolo that also agreed to this whole escape plan as well

Diavolo then tells everyone that he wants us to be human (not a demon or an angel) and that us to work with him to bring harmony to the 3 worlds

Barbatos opens the passageway and each of the brothers says their goodbyes

Asmo’s VA, Miura Ayme, sings a sad song here and I literally started crying for 10 minutes

ROLL THE CREDITS

Shoutout to @/faikittyy for playing the hardmode for lesson 40!

After a few days when you left the Devildom, Lucifer tells the brothers that they were heading to the Human World to visit you (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

AND THAT’S ALL FOLKS! Round of applause to the devs and the VA’s for working so hard on this game! Season 2 is over! Hope you enjoyed this summary!

#i hope they release the song ayme sang in lesson 40! it's a really good song!#obey me spoilers #obey me #.m #omspoilers

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drazavonia · 4 years

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She will no longer "Embrace Destiny"

Destiny is more often that not a goal or fate one's life is chained to. If destiny is a force of the universe, no one can "control" destiny so to speak. However someone of a higher power, domain or "providence" can change the destiny of one with lesser power, control and/or knowledge (of their own destiny).

Kairi was only four years old when Apprentice Xehanort took her, experimented on her and shipped her off of her world for two purposes apparently:

1) For her "Heart of Pure Light" to resonate with the "key bearer" and lead Xehanort to them.

2) As of Melody of Memory, apparently Apprentice Xehanort also wanted Kairi to arrive in a world of neither light or darkness which could possibly be The Final World. Ironically, this would mean he was successful on both accounts by the end of this game.

However, it's clear up above Kairi is upset and that line of "You're the one who keeps messing with my fate" implies much like how Aqua finally figured out in Kh3/Remind that Xehanort possessed Terra, Kairi will finally find out how and why she was ripped away from her grandma and home of Radiant Garden. Not only that, but it shows us she never really had a choice in how her fate was twisted and manipulated to whichever way the Xehanorts needed at the time:

- Apprentice Xehanort shipping Kairi off to Sora and Riku

- Ansem SOD/Riku sacrificing Destiny Islands causing Kairi's heart to take refuge in Sora's heart.

-Xemnas and Xehanort taking Kairi to crystalize her heart to use as a final gambit to open Kingdom Hearts.

The next lines "If it weren't for you Sora and everyone would be safe...I won't let you walk away" indicate for Sora, her friends and herself, she will no longer allow anyone control over her destiny. She has the strength and determination now to make her own destiny and fight against anyone who messes with her fate again.

This is the reason I can see Kairi getting a new keyblade.

A lot of the main characters' keyblades are symbolic of their hearts and roles within the series, as well as how they've grown and evolved over the course of their journeys.

The most obvious case being Riku.

Riku

Kingdom Key> Soul Eater

The Kingdom Key was originally meant for Riku, as he was the keyblade's chosen. But when he chose to give in to the darkness the keyblade went to Sora instead, and of course Soul Eater was a weapon of darkness given to him by Maleficent to signify his alignment with her.

Soul Eater> Way to Dawn

It's in the name.

But seriously Way to Dawn is a perfect symbol of Riku's journey of acceptance of his darkness and redemption from kh1 to kh2. The keychain is the dark heart on his "Dark Riku" form which signified his complete fall to darkness. But from the keychain upwards we see the "Gazing Eye" encircled by an angel wing and demon wing, symbolizing Riku's decision against alignment with light or darkness. Afterwards majority of the blade is the demon wing from Soul Eater largely because Riku's role within kh2 is him working from the shadows undercover as Ansem and doing his best to distance himself from his friends who walk the path of light. However at the very end, an angel wing meets the large demon wing which is symbolic of us teaming up with Riku finally, as he showcases his mastery of light and darkness alongside Sora and friends.

Way to Dawn> Braveheart

In DDD, Riku materializes Soul Eater and questions his worthiness as a keyblade wielder. He still has doubts but still continues to hold on to his true motivations being to protect Sora. Riku accepts that he can use the power of darkness while standing firmly on the side of light to protect his friends. He no longer needs to find or follow the way to dawn, because by the end of DDD came the Dawn of Riku, a Keyblade Master and Guardian of Light.

And "Braveheart" is pretty simple. Riku found the strength to protect what matters, and it's perfectly symbolized by Riku's sacrifice for Sora.

"I'm ready now, I'm in control now."

Terra and Aqua (technically Ven as well) have never left home by the beginning of BBS and throughout the game they experience trials and tribulations that challenge their friendship and we see by their Keyblades at the end the results of these trials.

Terra

Earthshaker> Ends of the Earth

Strong and powerful, after hearing Riku's motivation for strength being his friends he bestowed upon him the keyblade which reignited his devotion to his friends. This is also symbolized with Lingering Will, as that's the keyblade he's left with. He'll go to the ends of the earth to save his friends and right his wrongs.

Ends of the Earth> Chaos Ripper

Terra's devotion to protect his friends turns into rage against Xehanort for killing Eraqus, taking his home and manipulating him. Allowing darkness to further consume his heart.

Aqua

Rainfell> Stormfall

Aqua's journey mostly consist with things happening around her and to her friends. Aqua being the only master of the three and worried for their safety, Aqua does her best to assume responsibility and watch over them. Much like rain, it was a light and simple task. But Xehanort's manipulations and temptations with both Terra and Ven, increased Aqua's worry and need to have control over her friends to keep them out of danger. Unfortunately certain seeds had already been planted amongst them, causing Aqua's worry and concern to come off as patronizing and distrustful of her friends. This weakened the trust in the bonds they share making her job to protect them even more difficult and adding to the weight of responsibility she carries.

Stormfall> Brightcrest

Terra and Ventus have both lost their hearts to darkness. With Venuts sleeping in Castle Oblivion and Terra taken over by Xehanort, Aqua was their only chance of ever coming back. She was the only one who knew how to find Ventus and the only one left to defeat Xehanort once and for all. She stood tall and was willing to risk it all for her friends, she was their "light in the darkness".

Ventus

Wayward Wind + Lost Memory

Ventus' keyblade is the only one that doesn't evolve or change throughout the game. Instead Lost Memory is gained when Vanitas forces Ventus to remember how he came to be. Ventus gains a newfound acceptance for his fate with this knowledge and only cares if his friends are safe.

Axel/Lea (Dark Rescue)

Flame Liberator

Axel betrayed the organization. Axel did everything he could to keep Roxas and Xion unaware of the truth so they could live in blissful ignorance (or be happy). He saved Sora at the last minute in DDD and made it his mission in KH3 to get Roxas back. He even declared to Saix that he would bring him home as well. His keyblade represents his determination to save and free his friends from a cruel fate.

Destiny's Embrace also tells a story for Kairi, but much like how she got it, the symbolism isn't representative of her personal journey.

- The keychain of Destiny's Embrace is funny enough, a popular fruit. When two people share paopu fruits, their destinies become intertwined.

- The chain, unlike many others is a red thread in knots, most likely representative of the Red String of Destiny. The "Destiny Knot" (pokemon references ftw) is what ties two people together romantically or what ties two destinies together.

- The hilt of the keyblade is the King chess piece. The king in this case referring to Sora (Crown, Throne, Holds his keyblade like King Arthur in artwork). To me this is symbolic of how Kairi has literally held Sora's fate or destiny in her hands at certain points in the series.

• In kh1, Kairi reverts Sora back from a heartless/the darkness after sacrificing himself to restore her heart.

• In khcom, in order for Sora to regain his memories, he has to focus on his "light in the darkness".

• In kh2, it's not until after reading Kairi's letter to him that the Door to Light opens the way for Sora and Riku to return to Destiny Islands in the realm of light.

• In kh3, it's Kairi's light that keeps Sora from fading away within the demon tide and holds him together so he can save the other guardians.

- Surrounding the grip is a heart with half of it having a sea/ocean/wave aesthetic. It could be representative of Kairi's heart and the heart of her nobody counterpart Namine, whose name means wave.

- Half of the heart with the vine extending down the blade is identical to the keychains of Sora's Ultima Weapons in kh1,2,DDD,3.

The crown connects to the heart which belongs to both Kairi and Namine which makes sense because Sora and Kairi together created Namine.

- I'm not sure what the blade symbolizes aside from maybe fire because of her entanglement with Axel (doubt) or more likely the fires of Kairi's determination to improve, so she can stand by Sora and Riku.

- The flowers at the end with "logo" heart of course represents Radiant Garden. I think Nomura always planned to explore Kairi's past at some point especially with how connected it is to Union X, and that Kairi as well her grandma would be the bridge connecting the past and the present.

However, because of kh3 and most likely M.O.M, I think Kairi will quite literally be freed from "Destiny's Embrace", both Xehanort and the keyblade.

Like I said before, a lot of the symbolism for Destiny's Embrace is externally based. Mostly because Kairi never gets the chance to shine nor do we get to see what's going on inside of her head. Some of this is also because of Kairi's reluctance to bring up her past trauma when asked about it.

• Sora is gone, no need to be a plot device/motivation for him. Instead it's the other way around.

• Namine is her own person now.

• Melody of Memory will finally tackle and resolve Kairi's past.

Everything Destiny's Embrace represents will be resolved by the end of Melody of Memory. So just like how Riku completed his Darkness character arc by the end of DDD and got Way to Dawn replaced by Braveheart as a symbol of his newfound growth, either by the end of M.O.M or in KH4 Kairi will be rid off all of the things holding her character back from truly growing on a narrative and meta level and the keyblade that symbolizes all of those things:

Destiny's Embrace

*This is the other part of the Melody of Memory sticker post.

(Credit to Hartmann-lionhart for their Destiny's Embrace/Ultima Weapon Analysis)

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bxllafanficc · 3 years

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

(part four)

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part five. Masterlist

Summary:After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Your POV*

Your eyes scanned through the fully stocked room that came to be yours a couple of days ago. Fairly large and a great window where the sun came to welcome you each morning. Not even the blinds could stop it. Now it was fairly dark inside since the sun was about to go down. You reached for the light switch and scanned through all your products and belongings for things that you could possibly move somewhere else.

The grunt of the Russian skater behind you caused you to turn around. As you did, he stopped and returned your stare, as if waiting for you to announce something. There was a lot that you needed to clean up. If you had known that you'd be expecting a roommate, you'd already have done so. Guess Victor forgot to mention that too, eh?

The visible twitch in the corner of your left eye was impossible to force back. Just at the mere thought of unintentional (?) screwups of the one and only Victor Nikiforov. Now, just because he was your childhood friend, it didn't mean that he wouldn't receive a massive ass-whooping if he as much as repeated the same mistake three times the same day now the few remaining hours of the day. If only you could get that message through.

And, you kind of did. Just not to the man you intended. Yuri at the receiving end of your stare was just about to open his mouth to say something, what you assume, sour when he noticed the twitching of your eye. Surprisingly, it shut him up before he started. He kind of shielded himself behind one of his bags and eyed you carefully.

Shit, wrong Russian dude.

"Sorry, that was meant for Victor." You let out a sigh and helped him with one of his bags out in the hall. You got a simple nod from the boy just before you passed him in the doorway.

He's been acting all quiet and confused ever since you tended to his wounds. Was something you said unclear? Maybe you should make sure the two of you were on the same page. 'Later...' you thought.

Yuuri and Victor hurried to the entrance of your room with a couple of more bags.

"So what do you think about it, Yuri? Pretty special eh?" It was Yuuri who spoke up, probably just as an act of friendliness. Though, you could understand how a punk like Yuri might take it as teasing.

"I'm not staying here. There's- there is no way I'm sharing a room with another person. I should have my own room. Why can't Victor and (Y/n) share a room and I get my own?!"

Ah, there he is. You were starting to get worried that he might actually turn nice. Then you'd have to call an ambulance just to ease Yakov's mind if he ever found out.

"With that thief? Nuh-uh. He already owes me an entire bottle of lotion, a mascara and a lipgloss. And for some reason, my throwaway razors are gone too. I'm not endangering any more of my stuff to him!" You shot a glare at Victor but he intentionally pretended not to hear nor see you. Seriously?

"Just lock them up or something, I don't care. Maybe I should just sleep on the couch. Give me one reason why it's worth sharing this room with you."

You didn't really know why you felt so opposed to the thought of him sleeping on the couch. You should be relived that you wouldn't have to share room with The Russian punk. But you still mumbled the one sentence after taking a brief moment to carefully word out your reason.

"What did you say?"

"... I have a cat."

The silence following almost made you feel like the scene of these weird soap operas that streamed on tv once in a while. But you did have a cat. A beautiful sacred Birman with the eyes of an ocean. And you knew about Yuri's fascination with them. Victor mentioned it somewhere along the lines when discussing his arrival days ago. And if you had to give him one reason, then that would be the one. It's probably the only reason too.

"Where." It wasn't a question. It almost made you giggle but you kept a straight face. Victor who knew the reason behind your words, almost cracked under the pressure.

"He's probable sleeping under the blanket on my bed, as always-"

Yuri pushed Victor aside with a stern 'move' and headed for your bed. A little anxious, you followed him through the entrance, afraid that he would be like one of those crazy catpeople who never stopped bothering their cat. You worried because you were one of those people. But because your cat was rather clingy too and you always had a bunch of stuff to do daytime, it kind of evened out the contrast. Two crazy people were too much, you figured.

"Well, we'll go off now and let you two bond now. Don't forget that we're having afternoon tea in an hour!" And with that, Victor and Yuuri was out of the picture. For awhile.

A round uneven pile under you blanket made Yuri stop at the end of the bed. You stood beside him as he lifted the blanket, revealing the fuzzy ball that was your cat. Round eyes stared up at the both at you and the cat stretched it's back, making a 'u' position.

"His name is Magnolia. You'll have to apologize to him for interrupting his sleepy time though." You half expected Yuri to scoff at your statement, thinking you were taking the animal too seriously. But the baby voice he used to communicate with Magnolia next almost had you taking a step back.

"Hi, Magnolia... 'm sorry, pretty boy. You'll have to forgive me, I'm afraid." He kept on talking to the sleepy cat as he extended a hand for him to smell. Magnolia yawned and gave the hand a sniff before sitting up, eyes intensely staring into the boy's soul. You could tell by the hesitation of Yuri's petting hand that he really wanted the cat's approval. He cat kept staring him straight in the eyes which usually means bad. Though, the purring heard from his belly said the opposite. You finally relaxed a little. Magnolia is very picky with who gets to touch him and you were expecting a bite, honestly.

"He's always been so stare-y... I've figured that he only stare at people he like or something he finds very interesting." You crouched down beside Yuri and rested with your arms at the bedside.

"Like owner, like cat, I guess then. I feel like he has the exact same piercing gaze you gave me earlier." Yuri grinned smugly at you and turned back his attention to the ball of fur who stood up, stroking its back to your chin. A little heat rose to your cheeks and you hoped Magnolia covered it up well enough with his body. It was kind of true. And you couldn't really deny it. You always did watch things a little to intense. But just because you found people very interesting, always seeking to improve your understanding and emotional range at any given time. So you shrugged your shoulders and coughed a little when the cat made sure to get his butt all up in your face too. This habit, you had noticed, was a trait almost every cat held within them.

"You're going to object or what?" Yuri caught your attention again and Magnolia moved away from your face just in time. So he was expecting some kind of denial.

"You're not wrong... You've just got the wrong idea of it."

"What do you mean?"

"You should probably start getting yourself settled here. We only have one hour."

"You didn't answer me." Yuri's remark left unanswered as well as you stood up and threw a bag at him. A light 'oof' slipped through him as the heavy thing hit him right in the stomach.

"Hey!"

You grinned and opened another bag, pouring the internal onto the floor. Tons of clothes splattered on the floor. Everything in-between black training clothes to underwear and a pajamas with cat prints. A keychain with a chibi cat and a stuffed animal of a tiger fell out on the floor lastly on top of the pile. Yuri quickly made his way to the clothes and gathered them in his arms, trying to hide them away. It was worth taking an extra look at the blush staining his cheeks. You wondered if you'd just met a fellow catmerch fan as instense as you. No, this was far crazier than you! Especially as you recognized the keychain being a print of his own cat that you'd seen on a social media Yuri Plisetsky fanpage once.

"Y-you can't touch my stuff! Nor see it!" His voice was a good blend of anger and a thick stain of embarrassment.

Maybe it wasn't ideal poring someone else's belongings onto the floor. But you knew that look that Yuri bearded only moments ago. The cat had taken him as his loyal servant and Yuri wasn't intending to move until he had satisfied Magnolia's every need. If you let that happen, it would take the entire hour you had to clean up the room. And you clearly didn't have that time.

"Just hurry up and help me then if I'm not allowed to touch it!"

"Fine! And move your stupid clothes and stuff over to your half of the room!"

(A/N: Shoutout to my cat who gave me the entire butt-in-face idea through experience. I really owe you one, you little jerk<3 Also, what have you thought of the story so far? I bet you Victor has planned a familiar exercise for tomorrow's day of training. Just a little helping hand to get Yuri back into shape, y'know;))

#inspiration #yuri on ice fanfiction #yuri on ice fandom #yurianime #yuri katsuki #yuri on ice #yuri plisetsky x reader #yurio plisetsky #yuri plisetsky #viktor nikirofov

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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//Orange juice is clearly the superior juice.// to anyone who wants to answer; so..i'm doing pretty bad in large crowds, or just in areas with very loud people. i was at a restaurant the other day and immediately started having a panic attack, i wasn't like this before?? i'm not sure what started this. i feel so embarrassed and kinda weak from crying though. my mother started yelling at me to stop, and complained about it the entire time. could i have some comfort and a hug?

Hey, I can sort of relate to not doing so well with large crowds or loud people. It’s ridiculous and even wrong that your mother basically criticized and complained about it instead of comforting you and helping you find a solution. I’ll do my very best to give you that needed comfort, anon.

It’s hard not to feel embarrassed and weak from something like that, but let me reassure you that feeling that way is completely understandable, relatable, and even valid. Loud people or crowded areas can be overwhelming, so you have every right and reason to feel that way whenever you’re in one. And I can understand your confusion on what or why this started. Maybe there’s a specific reason behind it; maybe there isn’t. Either way, this isn’t something that should be complained about and treated like an annoyance. It’s something that should be addressed, but also something that should be respected and understood to the best of one’s ability. I’ll cut through your mother’s words if I have to and show her the truth of this case! Seriously, if you ever need comfort after returning from a crowded or loud area in the near future, feel free to let me know, and I’ll do my best to comfort you. That’s what you need and deserve, after all.

Ah, now if you don’t mind, I’d like to give you some advice. Some of it is a bit more personal, so feel free to just give it a try and see what fits best for you. In terms of specifically being in a area with loud people, try keeping a pair of headphones or earbuds on you, and maybe download some music or just use Youtube. That way, you can try to distract yourself and block out some of the noise; you can hopefully keep yourself relaxed enough until you’re able to leave. In terms of either situation, loud people or a crowded area, it might help to have some sort of fidget or stim toy on hand. I understand if you’re possibly not able to get one for whatever reasons you may have, but whether you can or not, I have quite a few suggestions, so I hope you don’t mind. If you can’t get one now, then maybe in the near future, you can get one of these. They’re all portable and not too big or heavy to carry around, and can usually be found at either a store or online, like Amazon or Etsy. I would suggest having something like a spiky sensory finger ring, a Squishmallow keychain or some sort of squishy stress ball, a marble fidget, a fidget stretch, or a simple fidget cube. That was... pretty random, I know, and I’m sorry for such. But if you’re able to get your hands on at least one of these, then I can definitely say that they’ll relax you, one way or another.

O-Oh, I didn’t forget about that hug, I swear! I’ll admit, I got a bit carried away with that advice ramble, but I’ll make it up to you with this hug. Y-You take care now, anon.

I hear you anon, large crowds scare the living shit out of me, I don’t like being surrounded in a huge wave of people talking about multiple different things. It might make me panicky but I can’t help it, it’s some sort of fear I’ve had for awhile now.

Your mom yelling at you doesn’t help at all, what the hell is her problem?!

That frustrates me, parents should be helping you through this, or at least helping you figure out why you’re feeling so panicky. Yelling does nothing but create tension and prompts you to distance yourself. At least, that’s what happens in most cases, my point still stands though. She needs to not yell at you for that makes everything worse than it needs to be. As well as the complaining needs to stop on her end, just because she isn’t feeling what you’re feeling, it doesn’t make it ok for her to complain. She has no idea what you’re going through, if she puts herself in your shoes, maybe she’ll understand a bit.

This isn’t anything you should feel ashamed of, it’s perfectly ok that you’re not a fan of large crowds, it’s easy to be overwhelmed by the loud noise and bunch of people around. I don’t know if this could be linked to why you’re afraid, but maybe you have a form of social anxiety. Course, take this guess with a grain of salt, I’m no doctor. I can’t diagnose you. If you’ve been panicking more while being in crowds and you’re on your own, maybe try bringing a friend or two, you won’t feel so alone. But yea, it seems to me like you have social anxiety rising up when it comes to big crowds, I suggest talking to a professional if that’s the case, they can help figure out what’s going on!

Oh right, sorry for going on a tangent…

Maybe I should stick to repairing things, I’m not the ultimate advice giver, just a mechanic, heh. Here’s that hug anon, you’re perfectly valid. Don’t forget that.

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There is almost nothing I can say Hajime and Kazuichi have not already said, but Sonia here I go! Let us start from the beginning. Your anxiety going off in crowds does not make you weak in the slightest! I myself have dealt with crowds the entirety of my life, so whilst I cannot even begin to imagine your struggles, I shall sympathise with you either way.

Crying does not make you weak, not at all! If anything, it makes you much stronger, and your mother should not yell at you for that. It irks me that she even has the heart to yell at you for simply crying, for it is what makes us human. Come here anonymous, I shall give you that hug you wanted. Remember my arms are always open if you'd like another.

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