#hey maybe I'm wrong. yell at me if I am I fuckin guess

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Southside

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @youngcreatorlady thank you for your request!

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, mickey being mickey

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLS KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Request: Mickey milkovich x reader, where she works at the Kash-n-grab with Ian, and its essentially mickey and Ian's whole story,but with the reader? And some things switched? So like, maybe reader is besties with Mandy, and Ian's sister?

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Hi, I'm Y/n Gallagher. And this is my story.

I live in Southside Chicago, and it's just as shitty as you'd think. Places getting robbed and ex convicts, drug addicted fools at the local bar. The guy and his wife who run the bar however...they're my best friends.

I work down at the Kash n grab, my brother Ian stocks the fridge and works the register. I on the other hand, loading orders in and off the truck! And Security!?

Don't get me wrong, I do have fun when Mickey Gallagher comes in and gives me something to do.

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"Y/n, don't do anything." Kash said. "Just let him grab whatever he wants and he'll leave."

"What the fuck? Why the hell am I here if you don't want to perform security!"

Y/n pushed herself away from the counter, "This is bullshit, I'm gonna start seeing a real paycheck."

She moved closer to Mickey, he was snatching chips and other snacks off the shelves.

"Planning on paying for that?" Y/n asked.

"Nah, I'm putting it on my tab."

"You don't have an account here Milkovich."

"Exactly." He snickered

"If you dont put that shit down...then the police will be called and you'll get your're ass thrown in jail like your father." With that she smiled and leaned against the shelves.

"You know where I live if you have a problem, shit head."

Mickey turned and began shoveling things into his box, feeling a hand grab his shoulder and pull him back.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" He yelled, shoving her against the freezers.

Kash moved around the counter, attempting to help y/n.

"Stay down, Gallagher. Hey, dont try to be a fuckin hero." Mickey yelled, pointing at Kash.

They watched as he left the store, Kash helped her up as Mick's head passed the window. Y/n rubbed the back of her neck, sneering at the door.

"What did I say?" Kash asked, "Don't stop Mickey when he comes in here."

"This is bullshit, why the fuck do you allow him to just walk in here and take whatever he wants? He's good for nothing and you act like he's above the law!"

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Y/n stood outside the Milkovich house with a crowbar at highnoon, she second guessed her decision before walking up the front stoop and kicking in the door.

Y/n looked around and grimace at the of their home, when sudden snoring came from behind a door. She opened it and her eyes landed on Mickey sleeping in his bed. Y/n came closer and with one swift motion she pulled the blankets off of him.

"Ah! What the hell!?" He yelped. "Y/n?"

"Get up!"

"Give me a second..." His hand rose up right before he grabbed her and pulled her down with him, and snatched the crowbar from her.

Mickey was about to swing, when he stopped. He slowly brought it back down when he saw he flinch.

They stared at eachother for a minute before they began removing their clothes, Mickey took her by the pantlegs and pulled them off of her.

He released his member from his shorts and lined himself up with her entrance, slowly sliding in and out.

"Fuck..." He groaned, enjoying the feeling of Y/n's tight pussy.

MIckey gripped her hips thrusting harder, his head tipped back and sweat dripping down his body.

"God, Gallagher...you're so fuckin tight."

Y/n pushed back against him as he helled her hair, she moved her hips in unison with his so the tip of his cock hit her G-spot.

Mickey thrusted harder, leaning down to get a better angle. He pushed her head down into the pillows and with one last hard thrust he spilled his cum over her back.

Out of breath, he layed down next to her and chuckled.

"What was it you were coming in here to kick my ass for?"

Part 2?

[saintclay]

it’s 1 am and I have lost enough filters that I’m going to say something that might be controversial. 

Conner Kent is not a clone. not in the literal sense of the word. he’s a genomorph, yes, but not a clone. 

yes he was artificially grown using Clark’s DNA. however. half of his DNA comes from Lex Luthor. thats. thats literally just a kid. but like with extra steps and a lot of bullshit science. 

Match is a clone. I think. I’m like 99% certain that he is explicitly unstable because he’s 100% kryptonian. which is also bullshit and makes no sense but ok I can suspend my disbelief on that I fuckin guess. 

this probably makes no sense to anyone who cannot peer into my sleep addled brain but I thought it was important.

[teddy06writes]

PLEEAASE 😭😭 I'm begging you for some hurt/comfort resolution for the last karlnapity x reader and sleepy bois brothers!! I just want them all to be happyyy. If the 3 lives was implemented, or if reader came back like ghostbur and the hurt is raw for the loved ones, the fallout and fixing, the love and regret i- (I loved the fic, your karlnapity are my favorite!! keep up the awesome work!! <3)

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader + sleepy boys x silbing!reader

trigger warnings: mention character death (it’s you, your the dead one) yelling, swearing,

requested by the anon above, another anon: “ngl after reading that angst fic I can picture y/n ( even tho I know y/n came back with knowing who the boys were ) coming back kinda like ghostbur knowing the boys voices but can't exactly place their names and who they are to them or something like that ?? idk my brain went think of more angst after that fic - also sorry this is just me rambling. love your work btw !!” 

as well as @tobiostfu @theprocrastinatingshipper @pastelvixenbeauty  and probably some more folks I might have missed

premise: this is a part two to the other angst thing from the other day, so I recommend you read that for context, this is a resolve (ish) to that 

(y/n/n)- your nickname

“blep”- talking

‘blep’ thinking

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You had drifted the lands of the SMP, and L’Manburg for sometime trying to remember what had happened, and why everyone was always yelling.

You’d try to talk to Karl, after Alex and Nick had left, but he just ignored you.

Now you were perched on the top of the stage, looking out ‘why are the walls gone?’, and then looking down, confused, at the strange, cage like structure built at the center.

You heard a sigh, and turned to see Eret looking up at the cage as well, you hopped down off the stage and concentrated, “Eret?”

They jumped, looking around, “What the hell?”

You screwed your eyes shut ‘please see me please see me please-’

“(y/n)?”

You opened your eyes to see Eret looking at you in shock, “Eret! I’m so glad to see you! Everyone’s been ignoring me lately, and acting like I’m not here, and I don’t get it.”

“(y/n)?” His voice was shaking.

“Yeah, Eret. It’s me!” You giggled, “What’s going on here? Did I miss the festival?”

“(Y/n).”

You looked at her confused, “Yeah. W- whats-”

“(y/n/n)?” A teary voice behind you called.

You grinned turning around, running to hug him, “Karl! I missed you! Why did you keep ignoring me?”

He began to cry as you sailed through him, “(y/n/n).”

“Karl? Karl love why are you crying? Eret what’s going on?”

Karl all but fell to his knee’s burring his head in his hands, muffling his sobs, “(y/n/n)!”

You sat beside him, continually trying to wrap your arms around him, but instead they just past through, over, and over, and over and over again, “Wh- why can’t I- what’s- what- Eret whats?”

Tears similar to Karl’s began to roll down your cheeks, as you looked down at your hands, only now noticing how gray your skin looked, “What’s going on?”

“(y/n),” You could tell Eret was fighting to keep their voice from shaking, “Do you not remember?”

“Remember what? What’s going on?”

Karl sobbed louder, and Eret shook her head, “(y/n), I- theres a path, through the woods, behind- up behind the hill. I- I need you to go up there, as far as it goes, alright?”

You nodded, “Why?”

“Just go. I’m going to take Karl back home. Maybe- maybe don’t come back to his house for a while.”

Eret gently helped Karl up, and led him away, his sobs still echoing in your head.

‘what the hell is going on here?’

Slowly you drifted up towards the hill Eret had spoken of, ‘hey, pogtopia is this way! maybe I’ll go see Wil an’ Tommy an’ Techno! They’ll know what’s going on.’

You continued to drift up the path, humming quietly and wondering what Eret had sent you to look at, and why Karl had been crying.

You looked up and around at all the trees, trying to remember them. It was in bits and pieces, Tommy yelling about about freedom, Wilbur saying how proud Phil would be.

You remembered the forests burning, ‘who had done that?’, hiding in the woods after- after something- tnt, blow- after L’manburg had been blown up.

You stopped moving, looking down confused at the stone you had come across, it as large, flat and upright, and you looked at the words confused.

‘(Y/n) brave beyond words, hero of L’manburg’ there were various flowers scattered around, a sword stuck out of the ground, a flower chain wrapped around it’s hilt, there was a uniform jacket, one you vaguely recognized as your own and a bandana, also tied to the hilt of the sword.

Someone dropped something, a sword, “(y/n)?”

“Techno! I missed you! Everyone down in L’manburg is being wierd and when I finally got Karl to stop ignoring me he just started crying, and there’s this weird thing up on the stage and the walls are gone, and Eret told me to come up here, and why is my name on this headstone?”

“(y/n/n) I’m sorry,” Your brother fell to his knees, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too! They made me!”

“What are you talkin about Tech?”

“How are you back here? I’m sorry! This is my fault I did this to you!”

You were surprised to see your brother crying, “What’s wrong Techno?”

“You don’t remember?”

“(Y/n)?” Another voice asked.

You turned, looking at Wilbur, “Wilbur what’s going on? No one’s answering me again, and I’m scared that they can’t see me again! And I’m really confused and I made Karl cry and I don’t get it!”

“(y/n) your dead, you died, you- how are you?” Wilbur stuttered.

“Wha- wh- d- dead? What do you mean?” You watched as Wilbur carefully placed himself between you and a still crying Techno.

“You died, a few days ago. (y/n/n).”

You sank to the ground, fading away so that your brothers wouldn’t see.

~~ “So you don’t remember anything?” The man with the rams horns asked.

You shook your head, “Not everything. Just a lot of things. Wilby says I’m dead, which I guess makes sense now.”

You’d continue drifting around L’manburg, for a while, trying to figure out what had happened on your own, and ended up sitting dejectedly outside the white house, you could remember making it with Tubbo.

“Well I’m Shlatt.” He shuffled around in his desk, looking for something.

“Shlatt?” You paused, trying to remember him, pretending not to notice to see the fear that flashed in his eyes, “Your.. you were here before L’manburg right?”

“Yeah, uh, here.” He pulled out a book and quill, “Uh, write down what you remember, that might help.”

You looked at him quizzically, “I can’t touch things, uh- or manipulate objects in the normal world with out using huge amounts of energy.”

He frowned and quickly picked up the pen, “You dictate then.”

You hummed, “Well, things I remember....”

~~

Alex woke with a start, sitting up from where he was hunched over his desk, blinking at the harsh afternoon light that was drifting through his office window.

He still hadn’t been back to the house since the fight after the execution, and had been forcing himself into work to mask the grief.

“So is there anything else? It doesn’t seem like you remember much.” Shlatt’s voice was muffled by the wall.

“Well it’s a bit foggy towards the end, and the beginning Ooo! I remember Alex and Nicky and Karl too! I could never forget them!”

Alex froze at the familiar giggle.

“Yeah, you never used to shut up about your boyfriends.” Shlatt chuckled.

Alex was running down the hall and slamming the door to the presidents office open before he could register he was moving, “Shlatt am I going insane or...”

He trailed off as your floating grayish form turned to him, “Alex! I couldn’t find you! And I didn’t know what was going on and everyone was ignoring me then I saw Wil and Techno and they told me I was dead. and then I found Shlatt! And he’s helping me write down what I remember! Have you met Shlatt? He’s nice!”

“Shlatt what the fuck is this?” He spoke through you as if you weren’t even there.

“Your partner. Apparently no one around has been helping them sort things out,” The president stood up and moved around his desk, “Ghosts tend to forget things of there past lives, and no one was helping them, so I am.”

“Did you tell them what happened? Why there fuckin- floating around instead of being here with us?” Alex spat.

Shlatt sighed, “Quackity listen this is a delicate thing. Right now it’s be better to help them remember than just tell them. So go find your stupid boyfriends and tell them the situation!”

“I cant Shlatt, we broke up. They don’t want to see me.”

“Is that what you were yelling about?” You asked quietly.

Alex looked at you, shocked, “You heard that?”

“Yeah. You and Nick made Karl cry. And then I couldn’t do anything about it,” you looked down at the floor, “w- is it my fault y- we’re broken up now?”

Alex remained silent so you continued, “I’m trying to remember what I did. And how I died. But if I did something stupid, or something to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

You were crying again, and Shlatt glared at Alex, which somehow surprised you, “This is why is trying to fucking handle this. Leave. Tell the others or not I don’t care, they’ll find out eventually.”

“Wh- Shlatt they- How-”

“I said get out,” Shlatt said firmly, “At least let me try to fix things I’ve fucked up.”

Alex shook his head before turning and heading out of the office, only ducking into his own long enough to grab something before stalking out of the building.

Shlatt turned back to you, already starting to pick the pen back up, “So what else do you remember about.. uh, your last few days. What do you remember right before the end?”

“Did they really break up because of me? If I did something I should go apologized.”

“Hey, hey, no, it ain’t your fault. I’ll go yell at them later. Tell me more about what you remember about the festival.”

~~ “Why the fuck are we here Shlatt?” Tommy half yelled.

Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Alex, Nick and Karl were all gathered in front of Shlatt in the holy land.

“So, some of you may know, some of you may not, (Y/n) is back,” He looked over all the faces, Karl already looking like he was about to cry, and Nick frozen in shock, “For the past week or so they’ve been wandering and apparently none of you have been doing anything to help them.”

“Ghosts don’t remember much from there past lives, so good job on all of you that knew, you left your partner or sibling lost and confused,” He dropped the book you’d written together on the table, “I did my best, they remember everything that's written down here. I couldn’t tell them much about what they forgot, because it’s not my place.

“If you guys want, I can keep talking to them, and doing my best, but incase you haven’t noticed I’m also the fucking president. I can’t spend all my time helping educate a ghost. They disappeared yesterday, after saying something about Karl and how they saw you fools yelling, so, this is in your court now.”

Shlatt turned a walked away, heading back towards Manburg.

With shaking hands Tommy took the book, reading aloud,

“Things I remember: Home, fire, Phil finding me, Wilbur never having seen a child before, Techno swearing he’d protect me, fire, Tommy trying to spar with me before he could walk right, Techno teaching me to fight, finding the SMP lands, L’manburg, fighting for independence, fire,

“the forests burning, seeing Nick for the first time, Babysitting Fundy, winning independence, Eret leaving, fire, destruction, L’manburg thriving, the sun, Tubbo and his bees, more people coming to the country, meeting Karl, finding Alex, when we got our act together and finally all started dating.

“Wil threatening Nick and nick not being scared, Techno threatening all of them and making them terrified. Pogtopia, the cavern The festival, the dunk tank, Techno almost crying, my boys, fire.”

He looked up at his brothers, “You knew they were back?”

“I was in shock,” Techno was staring at his boots, clearing his throat uncomfortably, “Y’know I swore I’d protect ‘em, but- I- I killed ‘em.”

Nick grabbed the book from Tommy, “We have to find them.”

~~

“Fundy can you turn the page for me please?”

The fox nodded, “Course (y/n).”

Most of the shock had worn off, and now he was mostly just happy to see you again, even going and finding an old photobook Wilbur had given him a while ago.

“Oh I remember this!” You pointed to a photo, it was taken a year after Phil had found you, “There was a big fire across the field, and while they were taking care of it I got scared and ran away, Techno found me in a tree.”

Fundy laughed, “3 year old you got in a tree by yourself?”

“Yeah, furball, I was in a tree when Philza found me too.” You chuckled.

“Hey Fundy, have you...” Niki burst in the door, tailing off as she saw you.

You waved “Hey Niki.”

“Uhh, Your brothers, and your partners are looking for you.”

You frowned, “Are they still my partners if I’m dead?”

Niki gave you a sad look, “Come on. Sapnap hasn’t seen you and he’s worried.”

“They all fought because of me, I’d rather stay here,” You looked out the door warily, “I don’t want to make things worse than they already are.”

“They need you (y/n), you brought them together.”

You drifted around Fundy and towards the door, “Making things worse isn’t something I want to do.”

You went through the door, past the group of people, making your form fade as much as possible so as not to be noticed, from there you wandered down to the docks, sitting on the edge to look over the channel.

“Phil sent a letter, said he’s devastated your gone, but overjoyed your still here.”

You looked up at Techno, “How’d you know I’d be down here?”  

“You always liked the water,” He chuckled, “Specially if there was a fire goin on somewhere else.”

“I don’t want to make things worse, if your here to take me back there.”

“I’m here to apologize. I know you don’t remember, but in case you do, I’m sorry, I had to do it.”

You laughed, “Your my big brother Tech, I doubt I’d be mad at you if I remembered.”

He smiled sadly, sitting down next to you, “Why do you think you’ll make things worse?”

You sighed, “Well when I first came back, I thought everyone was ignoring me. And when I found L’manburg again Karl and Nick and Alex were fighting about something I did, and then when Eret finally saw me Karl started crying, and then when I found you and Wilby you started crying and I just- I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Techno looked at you, “If anything it’s our fault. All of this.”

“Techno, can we talk to (y/n)?”

You froze at Nick’s voice, but your brother was already moving, and Your partners were taking his place.

“(y/n/n), we’re sorry-”

“Stop,” You cut Alex off, “Whatever’s happening stop. You can’t apologize to me for shit I did that I can’t remember.”

“(y/n/n), we aren’t apologizing for that, that's not even your fault. We’re apologizing for fighting as soon as you were gone.” Nick said.

“Please come back with us. Don’t disappear,” Karl’s voice was barley a whisper, “We can help you remember.”

You bit your lip, sobbing, “I don’t want to make things hard on you guys. I didn’t even want to come back like this! Before I woke up again, it was just darkness, and it was horrible. but somehow staying there for eternity seems better than this.”

All three sets of arms passed through you, all of your boyfriends forgetting they couldn’t hold you, only making you cry harder.

~~

“I want to be resurrected.”

It had been a week and a half since the day at the docks. You hadn’t gone back with them, though you had continued hanging around Manburg, talking mainly to Shlatt, and by now you just wanted to go back to the normal you remembered.

“Resurrected?” Dream looked at you curiously.

“Yeah. I want to go back. If I can’t stay dead the normal way and I’m stuck here then I want it to be normal. I want to hug my boyfriends, and ruffle my little brothers hair!”

The man behind the mask merely cocked his head, “So why did you come to me?”

“You’re essentially a god in these lands. I figured you might know someone or someway for me to be resurrected,” The mask shifted and you could almost here the plan formulating in his mind, “And if it ends up failing I don’t want it to hurt anyone else.”

The man sighed, “It would be a very complicated process. It’s been what, three weeks since you died, what ever was left of your body is going to be- less than in good condition.”

“What was left?” You questioned.

“Oh, (y/n), didn’t they tell you?”  Had the mask been gone you would have seen the gleam of wickedness in his eyes, “You went off with a bang.”

~~

“You’re planning what?” Shlatt yelled, incredulous.

You’d told Shlatt about the plan for resurrections, seeing as he was one of the only one who really still talked to you, “I have to do it Shlatt! I can’t stay like this! I want things to be normal! I want-” Your voice grew small, “I want to take back what you took from me.”

Fear flashed in the horned mans eyes, “He told you.”

“Even you wouldn’t,” You said dejectedly, “I thought you were my friend.”

“I- I was your friend, At some points at least.”

He watched as you floated away, “I suppose we’ll see once I’m back.”

As soon as you were gone Shlatt was hurrying out of his office, “Quackity! Quackity, some shit is about to hit the fan! You better call the idiots in Pogtopia!”

It didn’t take long for him to assemble your brothers and partners, frantically telling them the situation, “Dream is up to something with this people! He obviously is doing some manipulation shit!”

“Why do you even care Shlatt?” Tommy asked, “Your the bitch who killed them, so why should you care if they come back?”

“Sorry that the one time I’m willing to look past shit you don’t trust me?” He groaned, pulling a bottle from his coat and taking a swig, “Sorry that I’m trying to help.”

“How would he even turn this against us?” Nick asked, “Resurrections isn’t something he can do, he’d put Bad in charge of that, and we all know that Bad wouldn’t corrupt someone.”

“It’s possible that they won’t remember anything, at all, and people who’ve forgotten are the easiest to manipulate.” Shlatt sighed.

“We have to help them.” Karl decided.

~~

Darkness, darkness, darkness.

You had finally found your way back to that dark abyss, though now it was filled with strange chanting.

It felt like you were bein dragged across the length of the universe, losing everything of your being along the way.

‘stop! stop stop stop! I want- I want to remember’ you begged the darkness.

The hell you found yourself in seemed to stretch, continuing for infinity, the darkness, called you, begging you to stay, to give up the last of your essence to it.

The chanting grew louder as you tried to scream, the sound lodged in a throat that no longer existed.

All at once you became nothing, and then you felt the weight of a thousand suns crushing you back down into a body.

~~ Your eyes flicked open, to a blinding white world.

“It worked! There awake!” You heard Bad yell.

You started to smile as you heard Alex yell, “Get the fuck away from them Dream, you can’t manipulate anyone else!”

You sat up, starting to look around, but still, you saw nothing but light, “Alex? Wh- It- why can’t I see?”

“They remember!”  you heard Karl rejoice.

“Why can’t I see?” You asked again, raising your hands to your eyes.

“(y/n) what do you mean?” Nick asked.

“I can’t see.” You said desperately, reaching out you felt your boyfriends wrapping there arms around you.

“I think I know how to fix it!” Bad yelled triumphantly.

Everything went black again.

~~

This time, your trip through hell was not as bad, though you seemed not to notice as your existence and identify was striped away again.

~~ Your eyes flicked open, the feeling returned to your body, and slowly you sat up, looking around at the odd group of people gathered around you, “Who are you?”

As soon as the world came out of your mouth a mousy haired man in a colorful sweater burst into tears, the man with the beanie next to him quickly pulling him into a hug.

“I- Who are you?”

“Do you not remember?”  

You shook your head, “Remember what?”

you turned to the pink haired man, “I know you don’t I? I swear- I- I know I know you. Why don’t I remember you?”

A demonic looking man quickly closed a book, “You guys should clear out. a third party might be better for this.”

~~ The man- Bad, had explained basics of things to you, who everyone who’d been in the room before, and the said that you would have to stay at his house in the Badlands for a few days.

The next day was better.

‘holy shit it worked!’ you thought, looking down at your arms, ‘I’m back’

Quietly you got out of the bed, rushing through the room and towards the stairs of Bad and Skeppy’s house, “Guys! Guys it worked! I’m alive again!”

You turned another corner to see you brothers, looking at you shocked, “(y/n)? You remember?”

You grinned, quickly pulling your brother into a hug, “It wasn’t your fault Techno! You didn’t mean to it’s okay!”

“(y/n/n)?”

You turned again, “Karl! Nicky! Alex!”

The next thing you knew you were in a pile on the ground, your boyfriends all hugging you tightly.

~~

They brought you home soon after, and from there you had good days and bad days.

There were days where you remembered it all, days where you found yourself lost and confused in an unknown house, and days where you could on recognize certain things around you.

Still, you were back with Nick and Karl and Alex, and you would make it through, together.

[orange-waterfalls]

All At Once

Illinois x male!reader

@just-bts-trash-00 ty for the request + prompt!

A/N: OK SO i was looking through my docs and found this like halfway done??? And it's pretty much what was asked??? So I used it and edited a shit ton out so it wouldn't be too long but it's still pretty fuckin long. Rated T for cursing and a bit of blood and reference to sex in like,,, 1 sentence. This is probably more angst than fluff but,,, I did my best. I'm ngl I might write a part 2 if I really feel like it but no promises.

Asks and submissions are open!

Word Count: 2.8k

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You had fallen asleep in a cave Illinois had managed to trap you two in, and you were being rescued by the time you woke up. Some guys in the town over got worried and started looking for you. They heard you and Illinois down there, and got some tools to get you two out. They had made a hole in the rock and threw some rope down to pull you up. Illinois grabbed onto the rope and held his arm out to you. You crossed your arms. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"It'll be quicker if you just hold on to me instead of us going one at a time," he explained. You didn't move, wanting to be petty, but you saw the logic and decided it was smart. You walked over and held onto him and the rope as you were pulled up.

"This is nice, don't you think?" He purred. You scoffed. As soon as you two were on solid ground, you pushed away from him.

"Aw, come on…" he chuckled, "you're not still mad, are you?" You ignored him. A woman walked up to you. She was holding a notepad and a pencil.

"Hello there! I'm--" she began.

"I don't talk to press," you monotoned. Since you and Illinois go on a heck of a lot of adventures, and find a lot of treasure, you started to become a bit famous. You weren't having any of it. You headed over your car. You got in the driver's side and waited for Illinois.

After about 10 minutes of Illinois not being there, you looked back.

There the bastard was, flirting with a reporter who had tried to talk to you. Her notepad was away, so you knew it wasn't professional. You cursed and threw the car door open. You walked up to them, and they didn't seem to notice. They were too busy making flirty comments and innuendos. You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, Illinois, you mind if we head back? I'd like to sleep in a bed after being trapped underground for 12 hours," you growled.

"12 hours? It wasn't that long, you'll be fine," he brushed you off and kept talking to the reporter. Your hand twitched and you curled it into a fist. You pulled him away from her.

"Illinois get in the goddamn car right fucking now or I'm leaving without you," you warned. He raised an eyebrow at you. You glared back at him. He snorted, but stayed there with you. He acted like a dick, but deep down he did care about your feelings.

"Sorry, ma'am. Adventure calls," he saluted a goodbye to her and walked with you to the car. You got back into the driver's seat and he got in the passengers'. You started the car and began driving. Illinois sighed.

"So, what's your issue?" He asked.

"You are my issue!" You snapped. He looked offended. "You got us trapped in a cave for 12 hours!"

"Ok, I told you it wasn't that long. And you're still on that?"

"Yes, I'm still on that! You were careless, arrogant-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know! You know, my other partners never-"

"I am not your other partners and if you keep comparing me to them I will beat your fucking ass!" You threatened. You hated that he always criticized you by saying you weren't like his other partners. You'd just never really said anything about it until then. He frowned at you.

"Does it… bother you when I do that?" He asked. You grunted in affirmation. He nodded. "I'll… try not to…" he said. Illinois wasn't an apologizing type of guy. He's a "I won't admit I'm wrong but I'll try to do better" type of guy. It was anger-inducing at times, but he did try to do better, so you couldn't really be mad.

"Thank you," you sighed.

"Y'know you're-"

"Don't."

"What, I'm-"

"Don't! Don't say anything! Don't talk for the rest of this car ride, got it?" You demanded. He made a gesture that he was zipping his lips. You focused on the road. You heard writing and turned to Illinois. He was scribbling words down on a napkin he'd found. He handed to you. You held it in your hand until you got to a stoplight and then read it. It said "You're cute when you're mad~".

You groaned and threw it back at him. He started laughing and you pulled into the inn's parking lot soon after. You parked the car and got out, slamming the door shut.

"Whoa, you trying to get a new car?" He scoffed. You turned to him, looking annoyed. "Yeah. What I thought," he smirked and walked through the door. You followed after him, still feeling pissy. You flopped face down onto your bed. Illinois said something to you, but you didn't hear it as your vision went black and you fell asleep.

--

You woke to the sound of water running in the bathroom. Illinois is taking a shower.

"You were starting to stink," you mumbled, not nearly loud enough for him to hear. You laid there, not wanting to move, for the next 10 minutes.

The water stopped and you raised your eyebrows.

"Done already?" You slurred, still not fully awake.

"Hm?" He called.

"I said, 'Done already'?" You repeated. Illinois walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel. Only a towel. Your face flushed and you turned your head.

"I was in there before you woke up," he chuckled. He saw your head move a bit, and inferred that you'd turned away. He put clothes on and walked around your bed to where you were facing and gently flicked you in the forehead. You scrunched up your nose and whined as he laughed.

"Don't be a baby," he teased. You flipped yourself into your back and sat up.

"Guess it's my turn," you murmured. He grabbed your shoulder.

"Actually, there's not really a point for that," he informed you. You knitted your eyebrows together.

"Why?"

"We're going on another adventure, pal!"

"Illy…" You groaned and fell back onto the bed. He jumped in next to you.

"I promise we won't get trapped underground." You looked over at him.

"Probably."

You kept looking.

"Maybe."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Possibly…"

"Illinois, I'm tired," you whined. He snorted.

"I'm not sure how, you just slept for 10 hours." He said. You blinked at him. Ten hours? Guess you really were tired.

"Can't we just stay in today?"

"C'mon, man! Just one adventure and then you can stay in for a whole week!"

"Why does it have to be now?"

"It just does, okay?" You squinted at him, suspicious.

"Why did you take a shower?" He scratched his head.

"Well, I heard about this cave--"

"Of course."

"And we need a map to get to it. But, uh, the only person with a map is a woman who's leaving town tomorrow…"

"Illinois!"

"I know, I know!"

"What are you gonna do? Sleep with her?" You mocked. Illinois stayed quiet.

"Illinois! You slut!" You yelled.

"Hey, now, you can't call me things like that… at least not when I'm wearin' clothes…"

"I hate you."

"Please, Y/N!" He pleaded. You stared at him. As much as he was a bastard, you loved him and couldn't say no.

"Fine…"

"Alright, let's go," He got up and walked out the door. You followed, much less happy about it, and got into your car.

--

You drove to the cave, having gotten the map from the woman. Illinois' seduction didn't work on the woman. The two people did, however, start talking about adventure and traveling and got along over that. He asked her about the map and she said he could have it as long as he promised to give it back to her. He did, and you headed out.

You parked to the side of the forest where you were supposed to go through, and got out of the car. You took the mat and held it in front of you looking at the thick forest ahead. Illinois walked up next to you his hands on his hips. He turned to you.

"You ready?" He asked.

"As I'll ever be," you answered. He smirked and put his arm around your shoulder as you began your walk.

You two could follow a trail in the woods at first, but it faded off at some point. You tried your best to follow the map by going straight, but you ended up turning a couple times when there was a tree or something in your way. After half an hour of searching, you finally ended up at the cave that had a plaque on the side of it. He read the foreign writing aloud. You didn't recognize it.

"What does that mean?"

"No idea. I'm sure it doesn't matter," he waltzed into the cave without a care in the world. "Come on." He urged you. You sighed, folding the map and putting it in your satchel. You followed Illinois through the dark cave. You were in charge of the map, the flashlight, and Illinois. You were not going to get trapped underground again.

Every time you got to a puzzle of some sort, Illinois passed through effortlessly, while you lagged behind, fearing for your life. He teased you for it every time.

There was a small glass box in the center of the floor with a door on the other side. Illinois tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge. He walked back in front of the box, standing beside you.

"What should we do, partner?" He asked. You, being the dumbass you are, took your knife and tapped the box with it. The ground sank and a bunch of holes appeared in the walls. The door opened.

Illinois hauled ass towards the door, leaving you to panic in place. By the time he was through the door, you were only halfway there. Arrows began shooting through the holes in the walls. Illinois kept waving his hand, telling you to speed up.

"Come on! Come on!" He yelled. You sprinted towards him. An arrow cut your thigh and you squeezed your eyes shut as you threw yourself at the adventurer. He put his arms out in surprise as you wrapped yours around his chest.

"Well now, I know I'm hot, but you could ask before you--" his comment was cut off by you letting out a small groan. He furrowed his eyebrows. He looked down your body and saw your bleeding thigh. He lifted you off of his body and sat you on the floor. He reached in your bag and pulled out bandages and rubbing alcohol. He cleaned your wound as you bit your hand, drawing a bit of blood in the process. He bandaged you up and patted your shoulder.

"Get up, bud. You'll live," he said and started walking. He wanted you to rest for a bit, but he knew it wasn't safe in the cave. The best thing to do was to just finish the adventure so you could get back to the inn. You gritted your teeth and stood up, limping after Illinois.

While walking, you dug your fingernails into your arm to distract from the pain in your leg. You were much slower than Illinois, with his long, confident strides, so he slowed down for you. You eventually ended up outdoors again. There were necklaces with all kinds of precious jewels on it sitting on rocks, all in a circle.

"Which one are we supposed to pick?" You asked, your voice cracking from the pain. Illinois glances at you worriedly before walking forward.

"Well, I don't know. Let's ask the plaques," he leaned down in front of a rock. A golden plaque was on it, describing the necklace. Each one was supposed to be blessed. He read the plaque and wasn't very interested. He moved onto the next one. He still wasn't very interested. He went around to each of the jewels and found nothing interesting to him. Just when he was about to shove all of them into his bag and be done with it, he found a strange one. A necklace with a golden chain hanging on a branch of a tree. He lifted his eyebrow and walked up to it. There was a plaque on the branch. It only had a name, no description.

"Forbidden Fruit? That sounds fun," he laughed. You frowned.

"Uh, Illinois, I don't think you should take that one…"

"Oh, don't be a sourpuss, it'll be fine," he said as he took the necklace from the branch, smiling. His smile fell as the green and red colors of the jewel started to swirl, invading his vision. He felt himself begin to sway as he turned to his partner. The boy was on one knee glaring at the ground.

"Of course you don't listen. You don't care about me anyways…" you said without moving your mouth. Illinois, his vision covered in shades of red, green, and yellow, reached out to you.

"That's not… not true…" he slurred and heard an echo in his voice. "I… I care about… about you…" you looked up at him, your eyes wide.

"What?" You said, again not moving your mouth. "Is he hearing my thoughts?"

"Why would… would you think I… I didn't care?" He asked, his voice jumping octaves to his own ears. He felt the world spin around him and suddenly, he dropped. The ground disappeared beneath him as he fell and was suddenly stopped. His vision went back to normal as he opened his eyes and saw a speeding river below. He yelled out in fear, looking up. He saw you clutching onto his arm for dear life, while also keeping you and Illinois from plummeting by holding onto a ledge with your dagger.

"Illinois!" You yelled, "Do not move! I'm pulling myself up!" Illinois didn't respond. He just stared up at you, sweat and dirt covering your skin, your face darkening with the effort of holding him, hair sticking to your forehead…

It was making him feel weird.

He had this twisting feeling in his stomach and he felt his face heating up.

Was this… no. No, it couldn't. He would've known by now. Right?

You, running on pure willpower and adrenaline, managed to pull yourself over the ledge up to your chest. You heaved and wheezed with the effort of pulling yourself over and into your stomach. You still managed to have a deathgrip on Illinois' arm, even though you were quaking like hell. You held on.

Illinois started feeling weird again.

"Okay… okay just… just gimme a second… just a sec…" you panted. You were laying on your stomach, your head over the ledge, holding Illinois. He stared up at you, subconsciously trying to notice every detail of your face. Did you always have that scar? He didn't notice you had pulled him up until you were holding his head in your arms, rocking back and forth.

"Oh God… oh my God… you're okay… we're okay…" you stammered. Illinois pulled his head away from you, looking you in the eye. Tears were streaming down your face. He put his hands on both sides of your neck, rubbing his thumbs over your jaw. You held his face in your hands and began to sob, pulling him into a hug. You two sat and held each other for quite a while. Illinois had his eyes closed, trying to memorize your scent. He saw something bright through his eyelids and opened his eyes. He saw the plaque that was for the necklace he took. It now had a description.

Some fall in love slowly at first, where not even they know it. And then the emotion comes flooding all at once.

Illinois frowned and knitted his eyebrows together. All at once? What did that mean?

"I'm so glad you're okay…" you whispered. He felt your warm breath on his neck and he shivered. His face heated up again and the feeling in his stomach became more prominent.

Oh. That's what it meant. Was Illinois in love with you? The plaque seemed to think so…

You pulled away from the hug and smiled warmly at him. He returned it even brighter.

"I… think we deserve a week off…" he chuckled. You laughed and it made him happy. You both stood and walked around the outside of the cave, to the front of it. Illinois looked back at it for a moment and the letters on the plaque formed into English.

Arrogance fades when one makes room in his heart for others.

Illinois smiled. That one he could figure out.

"Hey Illinois! Come on!" You called from a couple yards in front of him.

"I'm comin', I'm comin'," he said as he caught up to you.

"Hey uh… I guess you really… fell for me back there huh?" You laughed. Illinois stared at you. "Yeah, I know… cheesy…" you sighed and kept walking. Illinois slowed down, his face darkening.

This was gonna be a problem.

Aha I rushed this one it bad I'm so sorry

[protag-rantaro]

"Confusion and Familiarity" Prologue [PART 2]

Written by the amazing Mod Tai!

Darkness surrounded him.

Where am I?

He opened his eyes, but his vision stayed blurry.

What happened?

He tried to move, but he quickly realised it was impossible. I'm locked inside something?

he pushed the door in front of me as hard as he could. It took a few tries the door opened and he stood in a classroom.

"Classroom?" He talked with myself, carefully inspecting the room, trying to remember how the hell he got stuck in a locker in the first place. 

Well- it doesn't really matter now, does it?

A rumbling interrupted his thoughts, he turned his head towards the second locker and in less than a few seconds another person stumbled out of it.

He rushed over. "Are you alright?" he asked and offered his hand to the other person to help them get up.

Wait-

"W-Who are you? Where am I?" the person started panicking and refused to take the hand offered in front of him and rather pushed himself back against the lockers door.

Something feels wrong? Did this happen already? It feels familiar…

"Hey, did we already meet somewhere?" Rantaro asked bluntly and Shuichi started thinking. 

"No, no- I don't think so, but something feels wrong" he confessed with his finger pressed on his chin.

"Ah! I'm Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective! Nice to meet you…?" Shuichi reached out to shake Rantaro's hand.

"I'm Rantaro Amami, Ultimate- eh? Hmm, to be honest- I can't remember my talent..." Rantaro stopped in his tracks, confused.

Why can't I remember my talent? Something is definitely wrong, but what? Hm, maybe I don't possess a talent at all?

"Oh, you can't remember? Hmm, maybe it's because of something that happened before we woke up in these lockers?" Shuichi pointed towards the lockers with a serious expression and Rantaro shrugged. 

"Maybe, but if that's the case then- what happened before?" Rantaro thought out loud and this time Shuichi shrugged and walked towards the door.

"Let's go out of here and look around" he suggested and Rantaro agreed without hesitation.

The two boys walked through the seemingly endless hallway. Rantaro tried opening ever door they passed. Sadly, without much success. He sighed frustrated.

Why is every door in this building locked? Can't it be easy for a change?

Rantaro complained in his thoughts, not showing any of these emotions on his face and kept going, until they found a weird looking dragon statue in the hallway of the school.

"Hmm, interesting" Rantaro thought out loud. "I wonder why the statue is placed in this hallway and what meaning it has" he continued and carefully, but curiously stepped closer to the statue to inspect it. 

"You're awfully interested in that statue, Rantaro" Shuichi commented and stepped closer as well. 

"Are you secretly a detective as well?" he asked and Rantaro tilted his head to the side and thought for a few seconds.

"Hmm- no, I don't think so" he answered in the end and smiled apologising.

They turned around to leave, but to their surprise stood a blue haired girl in front of them.

how did she even get here? I'm sure, she wasn't here before! Seriously, what's this? Anime logic?

"Hey?" he called out, but she didn't responded.

"Heyyy?" Rantaro gave it another try, but again- no responds.

"Excuse me, miss!" Rantaro stood in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Are you alright?" he gently shook her shoulders and she blinked once, twice-

"That you would start shaking me- that was truly unexpected! I thought if I ignore you, you would leave" she explained, her expression calm and neutral.

Isn't that a bit rude? And I was worried about her not responding- oh well…

"But you seemed worried about me, that was kind of you... so let's talk now!" her voice and expression changed so fast that Rantaro blinked in surprise, but he shrugged it off and smiled.

"What do you want to start with? My favourite Doraemon episode is 53! The one with security cameras and target practice and-!" she started talking, but Shuichi quickly cut her off.

"How about we start with introducing ourselves? I'm Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective" he started and Rantaro continued.

"And I'm Rantaro Amami, Ultimate- Well, I can't remember my ultimate talent, sorry about that" he scratched the back of his head and chuckled a little embarrassed.

"Oh, my name is Tsumugi Shirogane. I'm the Ultimate Cosplayer!" She placed her hand on her hip and smiled nicely. 

"And you can't remember your talent, Rantaro? That's too bad! I was really curious to know, since you surprised me with your actions right from the start" Tsumugi placed her hand on Rantaros shoulder this time.

"I'm sure, you will remember someday" that's all she said, before leaving. 

They both looked back at the dragon statue.

I wonder what she was thinking about while staring at this statue- guess I have to ask her later.

"Hey, Shuichi I think we will be faster investigating this whole building if we split up" Rantaro suggested and Shuichi nodded. 

"You're right" with that Shuichi left as well and Rantaro kept exploring the school and tried opening every door he could find and this one time- he was successful!

Rantaro walked into the room and was greeted by a boy yelling "Wait for mee!"

What is this? the toddler group?

"Please stop! Don't come any closer! I'm going to call the police!" the boy in white is chasing that other boy in funny clothes. 

"Aw, c'mon lemme touch your body a little~ I always wanted to have a robot friend!" the eyes of the boy in white clothes sparkled and he jumped up and down in excitement.

"Stop this! It's robophobic!" the boy in funny clothes turned towards Rantaro and pointed his finger at him.

"Are you another robophobe? Just to let you know I have a recording funktion. If you make a robophobic remark- I will see you in court!" He kept pointing at Rantaro with a judging look and he raised his hands in defense.

"Actually, I just wanted to know your names?" Rantaro laughed and the robot's eyes widden in surprise. 

"Ohh, I am K1-B0, the Ultimate Robot! But please, call me Keebo!" Keebo smiled happily and reached out his hand to shake Rantaro's. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm Rantaro Amami! To be honest I-" Rantaro got cut off by the boy in white clothes.

"That's not fair! I want to show off as well! I want to introduce myself too! I'm Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader! and by the way, Rantaro don't step too close to Keeboy here- I learned the hard way that a robot's breath smells like gasoline!" Kokichi stated and placed his hands behind his back, waiting for an answer. 

"My breath does not smell like gasoline! I'm powered by electricity! your remark makes no sense!" Keebo was obviously annoyed by Kokichi and sighed in frustration.

"Nihishishe~ I know that! I was only kidding~ but of course you wouldn't think it's funny, robots can't understand humor anyway" Kokichu played with his hair, while obviously making fun of Keebo. Rantaro sighed. 

They kinda reminds me of my sisters- 

Rantaro shook his head. That's not the right time for that.

"Don't you dare mock me! I have studied the whole history of stand-up comedy!" Keebo protested, but Kokichi only laughed more.

"Well, maybe you should have watched it instead of studying, Keebo?" Rantaro commented and Keebo gasped offended.

"That's- That's! Urgh! You know what? Nevermind! But let me tell you this- I was created by professor Idabashi, the leading authority in the field of robotics… he installed in me a strong AI capable of maturing like a human brain, that's why, when I was created, I didn't knew anything, I was like a baby and the professor raised me! That means I am just like all of you!" Keebo stated proudly and to be honest? Rantaro was impressed and listened carefully, but Kokichi didn't seemed interested at all.

"Hey, do robots have dicks?" Kokichi asked with a mischievous expression on his face, stepping closer to Keebo. "Dooo theyyy?"

"I'm not going to answer such questions!" Keebo yelled, before leaving as fast as he could and Kokichi hurried after him. 

They are weird, but they seem pretty harmless. They remind me of little kids.

Rantaro chuckled to himself, before leaving himself and decided to visit the warehouse next.

"Dammit! Where is it?" a blonde girl groaned in frustration. 

What is she doing there? Seems suspicious.

She turned around and gave him a knowing look. "Hah! I can identify pervs on sight! And you definitely fuckin' are one!" She pointed at Rantaro, but he only shrugged it off.

"Maybe, you should introduce yourself, before pointing at someone and calling them a perv- by the way, I'm Rantaro Amami" he introduced himself and smiled at her.

"Huh? S-Seriously? You don't know me? I'm the gorgeous genius whose good looks and golden brain will go down in history! I'm the one and only Ultimate Inventor herself- Miu Iruma!" Miu ended her small speech, but she continued talking like there was no tomorrow.

"I can make all kind of gadgets- ones that let you type while you sleep, read while you sleep, eat while you sleep! And now you ask yourself- why? Because I was inspired after I realised how much time we waste while sleeping!" Miu explained and it seems like she got some criticism for her do-while-you-sleep inventions judging from her performance.

"Wow, that's amazing though! You're right- people really waste a lot of time while they sleep!" Rantaro was impressed by Miu's invention ideas and smiled at her. She took a step back, not knowing how to react to that. She didn't seemed to be used to such praise.

"Oh right! You were looking for something earlier- what was it? Maybe I can help you find it?" He suggested with a friendly smile, but Miu looked annoyed.

"Are you dumb? In this kind of situation I gotta find some meds cuz I wanna trip my fuckin' balls off! I want to set my mind free and forget this shitty situation as fast as possible" Rantaro stared at her in disbelief.

What the hell

"Are you crazy? You can't use drugs to get high! You really shouldn't do that, especially not in this situation!" Rantaro crossed his arms and looked displeased. 

"EHH! I won't do it! Really, I won't! So stop being m-mad at me" Miu quickly apologised and Rantaro blinked in surprise.

There is a small line between genius and insanity, but I'm not sure where to put Miu yet…

Miu and Rantaro parted ways and he kept investigating the big warehouse, until he heard more voices from the back.

"Nyeh, are we stuck? What a paiin" 

Rantaro looked around the corner and found two girls talking with each other. One was very small with red hair and tge other one had a big green bow-kinda thing in her hair.

"Oh, I haven't told you yet, Tenko- prepare to be amazed. Fall to your knees. I am Himiko Yumeno, the Ultimate Mage!... But officially I'm called the Ultimate Magician" the short, red-haired girl presented herself with a lazy pose and well- lazy voice as well.  The other one clapped excited.

Ultimate Mage or Magician now? There's quite the difference y'know?

"Please, tell me more!" the other one, Tenko, said with shiny eyes. 

"Alriight, what a paiin- People are keeping my magic a secret by disguising it as a tricks and because of that… I became famous all over the world for performing tricks, but- but I'm not a magician! I'm a mage… nobody believes me..." she sniffed a little and the other one hugged her.

"It's fine, Himiko! I BELIEVE YOU!" she suddenly yelled as loud as she could and Rantaro almost jumped in surprise,but he decided that hiding isn't a good idea in this situation.

"Hey- I believe you too, y'know" Rantaro walked around the corner and waved with his hand. "I'm Rantaro Amami, nice to meet you Himiko and… Tenko, right?" He scratched the back of his head.

"Ah, yes! I'm Tenko Chabashira! HAIYAH! The Ultimate Aikido Master and I will protect myself and Himiko with my Neo-Aikido!" Tenko quickly finished introducing herself.

"Neo-Aikido? Do you mind explaining? I have never heard of it-" Rantaro asked curiously and Tenko didn't hesitated for a second.

"Neo-Aikido is an original form that my master and I completely made up ourselves!" she explained and he gasped a little.

"Really? That sounds amazing!" Rantaro answered, but Tenko didn't reacted the way he thought she would. 

What's with the scary face?

Rantaro looked at her confused and Tenko only groaned annoyed. "I don't like being praised by degenerate males"

"degenerate males? Do you mean men? Are you uncomfortable around them?" Rantaro asked worried, but Tenko shook her head.

"It's a bigger problem than that! If any degenerate male tried to touch me my reflex is to grab them and throw them across the room!"

"Across the room? Can you really do that? that would be really cool! no wait, I mean- hm nevermind, forget it! I don't want to be thrown across the room or worse!" Rantaro held his hands up in defense and laughed awkwardly, but Tenko only chuckled. 

"You didn't do anything wrong- until now" she gave him a warning look and both, Himiko and Tenko, left.

Rantaro did too shortly after.

Where should I go next? Hmmm...

[crowned-ladybug]

(Same anon here) I'm really happy u liked my idea :D I love finding people with the same/similar ideas I have :> also I love your writing and I like the scenario you mentioned about Joseph and Caesar, that could lead to some angst and fluff :0

Hi I am So Sorry that this is so late, I’m not even gonna list the reasons why, I’m just. so sorry.

It’s so nice finding other ppl who enjoy the same hcs I do and getting to Talk About Them!!!

As for the plot idea - part of me wishes I could make this a proper fic but alas, I already have too much on my plate and no time/energy to write most days. It still ran away with me a bit tho so under the read more it goes!

So this is still back on Air Supplena and Caesar and Joseph are just. hanging out. Caesar is trying to Read but emphasis on Trying actually bc he’s been rereading the same damn line for the past two minutes just not comprehending any of it bc Joseph won’t stop messing with his goddamn clackers and Making Noise and it’s Distracting and Annoying and Caesar is getting real fed up with it

(Maybe if he actually Said something in a civil manner then Joseph would’ve stopped doing that and let him read instead of leaving Caesar to fume without saying Anything just expecting things to change on their own but I digress)

So eventually Caesar groans: “Jesus Christ, why do you have to be so Annoying, just Stay Quiet Already,” and he reaches over and yanks the clackers out of Joseph’s hand. “I’m taking these. There.”

And he’d be ready to just go back to reading with the clackers dropped on his lap and Joseph finally Quiet bc for all Caesar cares he can stalk off to sulk elsewhere as long as he’s Quiet about it

Joseph is not quiet about anything

The clackers, as already established, are his stim toy. His favourite at that. He’s had the dang things for a while now and they’re Perfect and he uses them so often that they’ve become His Thing and since he can use them for fighting also he doesn’t have to feel weird about having them on hand all the time

And he’s grown up with almost every adult besides Erina and Speedwagon, as well as a lot of not-adults, telling him that everything he does bc of his ADHD is weird or wrong or stupid. He’s been yelled at to stay still in school so many times and had his stim/fidget toys taken and told off for stimming (and poor volume control, and memory issues, and infodumping, and so many other things that are just Natural to him) and told to just grow up and stop acting so childish and embarrassing and annoying, that everything he ever does to make himself comfortable and happy is actually gross and immature and should be stopped-

And now Caesar just told him the same thing and it hits differently from all the other times he’s called him annoying, and he took his fuckin clackers too and he’s acting like it’s just Okay to Do and-

Joseph sees red.

Caesar has no time to react before they’re both on the floor and all he can do is try to dodge and block Joseph’s fists as he yells at him to give him his fuckin clackers back. And it’s scary beyond just. fighting someone who’s v strong and knows how to punch (bc ofc so does Caesar), it’s scary bc Joseph is v obviously Genuinely Upset?? This isn’t an impromptu wrestling match on the floor over something dumb and petty that they’ll call truce over in just a bit and go back to teasing each other. No, Caesar has somehow Fucked Up even if he doesn’t realise How nor how to Fix It

This all goes down in the span of seconds btw before Joseph like. catches himself and realises what he’s doing, which is. trying to beat his best friend into the carpet for taking his Stupid Childish Toy that he shouldn’t even Have bc what kind of Idiot gets so attached to some dumb Toy and makes Constant Annoying Noises with it. And Caesar is reaching up tentatively to put a hand on his arm to try to placate him or snap him out of it or Something and that’s when Joseph just Bolts

Like. clackers forgotten and everything, he just. utilises his favourite secret technique and runs for it

“It” being his room. He locks the door and sits on the floor next to it for a while trying to catch his breath and collect himself. Eventually he manages to get up and get his scarf to fumble with it to calm himself better bc the scarf is also Important like the clackers are

He’s fucked up Big Time. Now Caesar knows he’s weird no matter how hard he tries to save face, bc even if he doesn’t Say anything, even if he never gets his clackers back (oh god, where are they, did he leave them with Caesar, oh fuck-) his strong reaction to Caesar taking them will Definitely betray to him that Something Is Up. Caesar is a smart guy, Joseph can’t expect him not to catch on to Something being off anyway even if he doesn’t exactly know What bc it’s already enough evidence that Joseph is Weird and Childish in all the ways that are Undesirable

Caesar goes after him bc ofc he does. He wants to figure out how he fucked up and Fix It and also lbr. if this Was something Joseph would want to just be left alone with, Caesar wouldn’t really realise that until he got punched again. So he takes the clackers and goes looking for Joseph (which takes him some time bc he doesn’t Know what’s going on and thus that Joseph would be in his room where he can dig out his favourite scarf or bury himself under a pile of blankets bc that’s Comforting, and as small as the island is, it’s Full of good hiding places)

But he eventually comes up to Joseph’s room and knocks. “Jojo, you in there?”

“Go away.”

“…do you actually mean that?”

And okay that’s unfair bc even buried under three blankets (pressure is Good but his weighted blanket is at home in New York and he is here in positively Not New York) and feeling like the world is overall a v shitty place, he still likes Caesar. Even if he knows that it’s dumb to want comfort from the same person that hurt him in the first place.

And then Caesar adds: “I still have your clackers.”

And it’s not like. blackmail or anything, more like “hey I wanna give these back tho” and that’s what does it bc Joseph wants his clackers back and so he v bitterly decides that if Caesar thinks he’s gross and weird now then Joseph can just punch him and they can go back to hating each other like they had back in Rome

He hates that possibility tho

He allows Caesar in and sits up in his bed while he’s at it so that he can have at least Some dignity left. Caesar sits on the bed with him tho he does keep a larger distance than he usually does and Joseph Really hopes that’s “I don’t wanna freak you out again” kinda distance and not “you’re just gonna punch me for no reason again aren’t you” kinda distance

Before he does anything else, Caesar gives the clackers back and Joseph just. puts them down on the bed on the Caesar-free side of himself bc he’s Very Consciously trying Not to Act Weird

He doesn’t look at Caesar’s face tho bc that’s a lil too much for him rn

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Joseph just shrugs. “It’s fine, it’s…dumb.”

“It’s not dumb if it made you upset.”

And that’s so fuckin sweet and Honest and Caesar sounds like he genuinely feels bad for messing Joseph up so much but also Joseph doesn’t know what to Do with that when Caesar doesn’t even Know what he’s talking about, bc ofc it’s Dumb.

“No, it…it is dumb. Don’t worry about it.”

I’d say Caesar operates like 80% on Pure Spite so if you tell him not to worry about something he Will worry about it just to be an asshole but tbh it’s mostly just bc he loves Joseph in this case

“Can I ask why though?”

Joseph doesn’t expect whatever that is so much that he actually looks at Caesar for a moment. “Why what?”

“Why you got so upset. Or why you think it’s dumb,” and when Joseph doesn’t look convinced he continues. “I mean, we fight all the time, sure, but it’s never Serious…right?”

He genuinely looks Uncertain there for a moment and that’s a Big Fuckin Ouch bc of Course it’s never serious, ever since they took turns punting each other into that fountain in Rome none of their fights have been actually serious. They spar for training and they have joke-fights bc it’s fun to rile each other up and gain bragging rights but it’s never about Hurting and in face of real danger they’d protect each other over themselves in a heartbeat

So Joseph just nods, and Caesar carries on.

“But back there you got. really fucked up over what I did and. I guess I just wanna know Why so I know not to do that again?” and with that even He thinks he’s done but then he adds: “You’re my friend.”

And that’s such a fuckin clumsy way to end it bc he can’t say the rest of it, the “I know this here isn’t about comfort but I want you to be comfortable anyway” and “the world is shit and I don’t wanna be another person who hurt you” and “I love you.” So he just leaves it at that.

Joseph automatically wants to go “that’s easy, don’t take my clackers then, dipshit” but like. 1, Caesar is being v v nice so he Won’t be mean in return and 2, there’s so much more connected to his Weirdness that could set him off the same way besides his clackers being taken. So instead he just really appreciates the sentiment and Caesar in general and decides that it’s all a too big a can of worms for him to wrangle and he’d rather just weather the painful parts as they come

“It’s fine, you wouldn’t get it anyway, it’s fine.”

“Why?”

“I dunno, just no one gets it! Whatever, it’s weird shit.”

“If you think I don’t get it, fine, then explain it to me!”

And Joseph doesn’t know what to fuckin Say to that bc no one besides his family has ever asked him to do that. It was always just being told to put his stim toys away and stop moving too much and oh fuck just shut up already, never Why.

He makes a vague noise bc he forgets how to Words for a moment bc of that, and Caesar takes it as a question.

“Jojo, we’re gearing up to fight a bunch of gods with ancient magic so that we can get two rings of poison out of your body, and you really think I can’t handle ‘weird’? Because I can, thank you very much, and it’s You, so I don’t Care if it’s weird anyway.

(He ignores the huge fuckin implications of that and just keeps talking.)

"So, will you explain so that I can understand?”

And he’s Smiling and how Dare and oh fuck when did Joseph even manage to look at him again. He stares for a lil too long bc What The Fuck before he goes “Okay.”

And Caesar’s smile grows into a grin like he really is just. genuinely happy to understand this part of Joseph and make sure he doesn’t hurt him again, and Joseph braces himself for an awkward conversation with Hopefully a happy ending.

(And Joseph ends up being right bc Caesar doesn’t Understand, he can’t really fully understand.

But he Tries and more importantly he Listens and he Learns and is v adamant about the fact that Joseph isn’t Weird and Wrong when it comes to these things. So he doesn’t take away the clackers again and he finally connects the dots about why Joseph always lets him lean too much of his weight on him even if he risks toppling the two of them over and so he keeps doing it. He learns Joseph’s hyperfixations and how to prod him into talking about them to make him happy or distract him from shitty things, and what it looks like when his RSD kicks in and how to act around it.

Maybe he doesn’t Get It but it’s part of Joseph, and he loves all the other parts of Joseph too. And also tbh he’s a decent fuckin human being, even if he didn’t love Joseph so much he still wouldn’t act like an asshole about this stuff.)

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Don't Tell Women To Be Ladylike. Don't Tell Men To Be Manly. Some Of Us Don't Like It.

During bus ride

Me: *little burp*

Woman beside me: Dear aren't you going to say excuse me? It's only lady like you know.

Me: Of course, excuse me.

Like five minutes later...

Me: *hiccups*

Woman: You know, men find that very unattractive and immature.

Me: Excuse me.

I felt very bad about myself at this point. I couldn't quietly hiccup without being reprimanded by this woman who must have been in her late thirties.

About three minutes passed. I yawned and leaned my head against the window, as it was cool.

Woman: Dear, your posture-

Me: *sits up*

Her: Maybe cover your mouth when you yawn?

Man in front of us: Maybe cover your mouth when you have something judgemental to say?

Now at this point I believe the three men sitting behind us were also well aware of the words this woman was saying, and what did they do?

They started burping.

They started laughing about it.

One of them yawned loudly. Another stretched out in his seat.

The woman. Didn't say. Anything.

Apparently it's okay for men to do that? But not women?

The man in front of us didn't think so.

"Show some respect boys. If this woman can't burp then neither can you."

I know that hadn't been the intention of the men but they stopped anyways.

Eventually the woman stopped pointing out everything I should change, and got off the bus.

What made me happy is when the three men went to get off a few stops later, each had their own piece to say.

"Don't feel self conscious about your hiccups. They're cute."

"Give me a high five cuz that burp was a straight ten outta ten!"

"No offense but you look like a lion when you yawn. It's rad."

I was smiling and I thanked each of them (even the one who said I looked like a lion).

Eventually it was my stop and I stood to leave.

Four girls, sporting piercings, tattoos, and pitch black hair stood up.

"Don't let that lady get to you."

"You're fine just the way you are."

"If I had a dollar for every inappropriate comment that lady made, I'd buy us all a coffee."

"She's sat next to us before. We know what you're going through."

As I began to leave, the man who had told her to keep her opinions to herself also had something to say.

"It's not right for anyone to try to change you, simply just because you don't meet their expectations. It goes for men and women. You be who want to be. Don't let the world change you in any way."

And he's right.

No one has the right to tell you that you shouldn't wear that shade of pink. No one has the right to tell you who to love. No one. Including you. You cannot tell others what to wear, what to say, when to say it. You want to wear a crop top? Fuckin rock that crop top. Wanna wear a pink shirt guys? Fucking do it. Hey guys, afraid to wear makeup cuz it isn't "manly"? That shade of lipstick and that eyeliner? It looks amazing on you. Yo women! Afraid to go out because you think people will call your dress slutty? Don't be. It's beautiful. Got some flab on your stomach? So what. Your shape is yours and yours alone. Afraid women won't go for you because you aren't six foot, not muscular, and your eyes aren't "pretty"? You're right. You're eyes aren't pretty. You aren't muscular. You aren't six foot.

You are a beautiful human being (or unicorn. I'm not assuming here).

Your eyes? They are fucking beautiful and don't you dare argue.

Degrading women is wrong.

Degrading men is wrong.

Degrading anything and anyone, is wrong.

If someone calls you a bitch or a fag, you can fight back. But don't degrade them as a person.

Don't yell "I'm not a fag! You're an asshole! You're a terrible person!"

Yell "I'm whatever the hell I want to be!"

We could all change the world if we just treated each other equally. There are so many people who want to make a change, but we aren't doing it. We have to people. No one else will change the world. Not without us.

My grandfather once told me that I am not the rock, I do not change the flow. I am simply the water. I go where the rocks lead me.

Well guess what. I found out in third grade that

Water. Shapes. The. Rock.

It's called erosion Grandpa.

If someone is gay, or lesbian, don't taunt them about it.

They're happy. Let them be happy.

Don't tell bisexuals that they're confused, or "need to pick one".

How about I walk up to you, straight male, and tell you to start loving men because hey, "I'm not saying being straight is wrong, I'm just saying I wouldn't do it."

How about I walk up to you, straight woman, and tell you to start loving women. Some of you say so much shit about men anyways, so why do you prefer them?

If you're going to make a point, do it respectfully.

And I admit, some people make that super difficult. But not impossible. You can do it. Or you can ignore it. But bullying, inappropriate jokes, those you don't ignore. If someone calls you an idiot at your workplace, don't encourage them by responding. They've clearly proved who the real idiot is already.

Boys. Rape is wrong. You know this. If she says no, she means no. My dog understands the word no. You should too.

Women, same for you. Don't hit men. Don't force them to do something they don't want to. Don't act innocent, there are those of you who do, and you justify it by saying you are a woman. Well no.

Abuse is not okay, not for anyone.

"I was drunk, I didn't mean it."

I guess that means you shouldn't be getting drunk.

"Oh well I mean she shouldn't have worn that."

Stop. That isn't an excuse. If men can't control themselves around women then they shouldn't be running countries.

"Don't forget who gave you the right to vote!"

Don't forget who actually had to fight for that right.

"Respect women! You can't repopulate the world otherwise!"

Men are smart too. They would find a way.

Equality. Is. Important.

No one can justify abuse. No one can justify shaming someone over their sexuality, skin colour, ideas, disabilities, or being.

Just don't.

Be nice.

Make the world better.

Grace the world with your beauty.

Be happy.

I know if we all do this, we can make the world better.

I believe in that.